Thursday, March 26, 2015

The Secrets Series by Lace Daltyn Blog Tour

The world is full of secrets.

Drea Fortier, a reclusive philanthropist whose tortured past influences her belief that there can be no happily ever after for her, reaches out to help others in the hope she can transform their pain and give them hope for the future. Drea’s own story, along with that of her assistant, Michael Smith, is slowly revealed throughout the Secrets series.


Frigid bitch. The words seep into Beth Ritmour's soul, no matter how hard she tries to deny them. A year after her divorce, they still haunt her. So when a mysterious benefactor offers a solution to her problem, Beth takes a vacation from her job as a dental hygienist and follows a cryptic note to Chicago, where she’s soon ensconced as a waitress at Club Masquerade. Although how she’s going to prove she’s not frigid is hard to figure out when the boss makes it very clear that sex, or any precursors to sex, with patrons or employees is strictly taboo. It’s not an easy rule to follow, especially when one deliciously hot bartender keeps very, very close tabs on her.

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Beth grasped the pole with both hands and arched her back. When she did, hair she'd loosened from its clip fell almost to the floor. Her eyes remained closed, but with her head bent back, it showed off the column of her neck and...

Anthony went rock hard as he watched breasts he'd had wet dreams about almost spill out of her costume. He heard the collective gasp of the men as she swayed back and forth. Still keeping time with the slow, sensual beat of the music, Beth rose to meet the pole, slid to a squat, and stretched one leg behind her. With the stage elevated and that tiny uniform she wore, there wasn't much left to the imagination. Half her ass was bare for the whole place to see. A glance around the room proved that she'd captured the attention of the entire place.

She stood and pushed her ass out toward the audience. Jesus! Was that a scrap of red he saw? Was she really giving them a view of her panties? Anthony wanted to kill the fucking spotlight that showcased Beth.

He could see the satisfaction all over her face, in the slight upturn of her lips, and in the lack of tension. It looked like she was getting off on this.

Beth arched back, slid her leg in a semi-circle, and then raised it up until it spanned the pole. Holy shit. Where had she learned a trick like that? She leaned back and pushed one leg up until she was damn near doing vertical splits.

Anthony's cock twitched as his jaw hit the floor. It took a limber woman to pull something like that off. Limber and strong. He wanted those legs wrapped around him, clinging to him, loving him.

As Beth wrapped the pole with her leg and leaned back again, showcasing tits still on the edge of full disclosure, a man in front of Anthony stood and moved toward Beth.

Anthony sprinted to catch up to the guy, who was now trying to climb onto the stage. He grabbed the man's shoulder but was brushed off. So Anthony grabbed hold again. The guy whirled on him, fist first, and managed to connect with Anthony's jaw. The force spun him around.

With Beth at risk, Anthony rebounded lightning fast. He grabbed the guy's shirt from the back, yanked him off the stage, and plowed his fist into the guy's gut. The man went down just as the bouncer showed up, but Anthony no longer cared. He jumped onto the stage, grabbed Beth, threw her over his shoulder, and left to the catcalls of everyone in the place.

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This is the first in a series of five stories, with an overall theme that is tied up in book 5 – I know because I have just devoured them all! They are fun, sexy and ultimately very satisfying. Drea, a mysterious benefactor, is determined to help love's true course. Michael, her 'man Friday' helps her achieve this by setting up elaborate scenarios to right wrongs and bring people together. Each story reveals a little more about Drea and deals with a couple who need help.

Here Beth is trying to overcome the negative of her past, and at a masked bar discovers what she was missing – in more ways than one. Hot, sensual and very satisfying read.

Ivory Tower

Jenna Wilton is afraid of getting lost. On the brink of moving from a life under the controlling thumb of her mother, to the arms of her husband, she’s afraid she will never have the chance to know herself. When a mysterious note bids her to leave in the middle of her wedding shower, she slips out the back door and into a world where the choices are hers to make.

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"I wish I were there to run my hands through your hair," she said.

"I wish you were, too."

"If I were, I'd run my hands through a lot more than just your hair." Jenna turned the vibrator back on, wondering if he could hear it through the phone.

He chuckled. "You would, huh?"

Jenna swallowed her lack of guts and lowered her voice. "Oh, yes. I'd be all over that fine body of yours."

His quick intake of air sent a thrill through her, tightening her nipples. They were on the edge of something they'd never done before. She touched the vibrator to her already aching tip, imagining it was Josh's lips on her, sucking her in, pebbling her to the point of exquisite pain.



"Where would you touch me?"

She smiled. "Well, I'd start by kissing those talented lips of yours, tasting the coffee on your breath.


"Excuse me?"

"Beer on my breath. Not coffee. Not tonight."

"Then I'd make you go brush your teeth."

Josh chuckled.

"Now don't interrupt. I'd trail my lips along your neck, while my finger circled those sensitive nipples of yours."

The vibrator moved to her other breast as Jenna heard what she swore was a zipper on the other end of the line.

"And then?"

"My lips would make sweet love to your chest."

"Where would your hands be?"

"Wandering some of their favorite territory." The vibrator trailed along Jenna's stomach, sending thrill-shocks through her body. She could feel the dampness growing between her legs. And she swore she could smell Josh's attraction through the phone. She loved the smell of him, the Chanel cologne he wore that mixed with his clean scent.

"I'd work my way lower," she said. "Follow that trail of hair down."

Josh grunted.

Jenna grinned and let the vibrator toy with the edge of her pubic hair. "I wouldn't touch you there. Not yet. I'd make you want me like never before, wander all over and around, down your legs, letting my lips follow along."

The vibrator hummed against her thigh.

"Then, before you had time to realize what I was doing, I'd swallow you to the base of that impressive cock of yours."

A crashing noise stopped her. "What was that?"

"Just a lamp. No worries. You were saying?"

Laughing, Jenna touched her pussy with the vibrator and gasped.

"What are you doing," Josh asked, his voice husky.

"Playing with a vibrator."

Josh was quiet so long Jenna thought she'd lost the moment with her honesty.

"And where are you touching yourself?"

When he spoke, relief flooded her. "Where I want you to touch me. I'm pressing in and out and imagining I'm touching you at the same time, my mouth going up and down on your hard, silky cock. I'm sucking hard, pushing hard."

"Vibrating hard," he said.

"And thinking of you," they said in unison.

Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

Jenna has what can only be described as a Motherzilla, and she is far too nice to stand up for herself. Her fiancé is frustrated by this and asks for help. Amazingly things do turn out ok, but he definitely took a risk. A lovely sweet, and yet very sexy story with some wonderfully funny moments too.


Laid off from her job and evicted from her apartment, life couldn’t get much worse for Melinda Atkins. Dylan Maguire invites her to stay with him, but the strings attached are more than Mel is ready to take on. After all, she’s ten years older than him. And more years than that separate her and the models he photographs. He will lose interest.

Dylan Maguire has tried everything else to convince the woman he loves that he’s forever material, that their age difference doesn’t matter. He’s out of options. Afraid he’s on the cusp of losing it all, Dylan submits a request for help.

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Candlelight sheltered the scene as panting emanated from the bed, allowing pleasure while, at the same time, cloaking flaws. Dylan pinned her arms to the bed as he thrust deep, throbbing with a near unquenchable need for the woman he loved. Her luminous eyes grew heavy-lidded as she gave herself over to the orgasm he could see building.

Melinda arched, reaching out to him, begging him with her breasts for more. It was a heady power she gave him and he gladly satisfied her craving for his touch. Bending lower, he pulled a tight, needy nipple into his mouth.

These unguarded moments, when Mel allowed her trust in him and her need for him to show, increased his own passion and his desire for her.

She moaned a soft, guttural crescendo. The sound of her body doing what her mind couldn't-letting him love her. His cock, already rock hard, throbbed to the quickening beat of his heart, and her heart, as he thrust in and out. Slow, then faster, until they crashed over the top. Even then, he moved within her.

She stayed with him as they rode the wave down, then as it built again. He hardened without ever pulling out and drove into her, finding that sweet spot that always made her...


"Oh, my God. I'm coming again!"

Dylan reached between them, pinching her clit just as her orgasm hit. Mel came off the bed, driving him deeper in the process until he joined her in the stars. Explosions, streams of glittering light falling through the sky, the whole fucking Fourth of July pulsed through him as he poured his seed into her. Gauging by the tight hold she had on his ass, she felt the same.

"Holy shit," she said collapsing into his bed.

He moved beside her and Melinda settled into his side as he wrapped an arm around her. "You've got that right. Woman, you really know how to push my buttons. God, I love you."

Just like that, the moment was broken. Dylan sensed the immediate tension, felt it in the tightening of her shoulders. Melinda bunched the sheet tight, pulling it with her as she stood.

"I should go."

Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

Even though Melinda works hard to look after herself, she does not recognise that she is the beautiful woman that her (not) boyfriend says she is. When she is laid off and faces losing her apartment, she loses even more self-confidence, but Dylan remains constant, and maybe is just what he says he is after all. I loved this older woman, younger man story, which raises many genuinely difficult issues in a sensitive and entertaining way. Their chemistry is great, as is the outcome.

Pandora’s Shame

Settled in her new career as a teacher, letters threatening to divulge Kate Storm’s past and ruin her future force her to ask for help in an unconventional way. Enter Cole Madison, a retired-Ranger-turned-protector, with the scar on his back validating that women are nothing but trouble. Until he sees Kate.

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"I'll show you just how talented if you let me."

He chuckled. "Yes, you will, darling. But not right now." He spanked her again and she barely twitched this time, except for the extra dampness from her core. "Ass in the air."

"Huh?" She'd been...requested to do doggie style, but this? This position was way too submissive. It was too easy to get hurt... She'd promised herself, after that last time, never again. Shaking her head, she struggled to turn over.

Cole held her gently in place. "Trust me, babe. I promise. I won't hurt you."

Trust. He'd mimicked her thoughts, and now put them to the test. Did she trust Cole? Could she? Kate had seen the worst life had to offer. Never again, she'd said. Never again.

He didn't press her. Instead, he continued the gentle massage. Then dipped but didn't drive his fingers home. Easy, gentle, and maddening.

Kate's hips lifted of their own volition. She wanted this. Wanted to see where it would go. Wanted to prove her trust.

Cole helped her position herself, then he lay behind her.


"I'm going to eat you until you sing to me," he whispered into her cunt.

"Eat me? But..."

Cole paused. "But what?"

How could she say this? Tell him without giving away her past. "I, umm..."

"Tell me, Kate." He never raised his voice, yet she knew it was a command. One that she would a point.

"No one has ever...I mean, I've never..." Oh, fuck, this was hard.

"Never-" he prompted her.

Kate took a deep breath and blurted it out. "No one has ever, um, gone down on me." She buried her head in the pillow he'd provided, quite certain she was a flaming shade of red.


She shook her head vehemently.

"But you've..."

Kate nodded. "Yep. Done that deed." A lot and none of it fun. Kate had wondered what a man's tongue would feel like. Dreamed of it and, hell, masturbated to the idea. But she had no experience to draw on. Excitement threaded through her at the possibility that finally, she'd know...

"That changes things," Cole said. "Sit up." The sting of his words hurt worse than any of the slaps to her ass. Dejection killed the buzz of arousal flowing through her, and Kate missed it. She knew so little of what it felt like to be loved. No. Correction. Made love to. Apparently, her lack of experience was a deal-killer for Cole.

"Lay on your back."


"I said, lay on your back."

"But, I thought..."

He waited her out, steadily watching her.

"I thought we were, you know, done."

"Because you've never experienced someone truly worshipping your body?"

"Well, you stopped," Kate said, laying down.

Cole settled again between her legs, running a hand up to her breast to tweak first one nipple, then the other. "Just so you know, I don't play games. I do, however, consider it a privilege to be your first in this." He blew on her cunt, and Kate sighed as the warmth of his breath spread through her.

"You've switched positions because you're going to enjoy this." He grinned up at her. "A lot."

Kate's lips turned up, joining his.

"And I want to see you come in one big, glorious orgasm. Maybe two or three. In fact, definitely more than one. All from-" He tapped his tongue. "This marvelous appendage."

Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

This is the saddest story to date, and clearly has an effect on Drea that needs exploring. Kate, a teacher in a quiet town is scared that someone has found out her secret. Cole, a security guy appears at school and feels sure he needs to protect her. It turns out that is entirely necessary. As both their pasts affect their feelings and their safety hangs in the balance, Drea's team have to pull out all the stops to resolve the nightmare. Engaging and dramatic, this was a really good storyline and great outcome.


All the pain, anguish, and terror of Drea’s life coalesce in this fifth and final segment of the Secrets saga. Michael Smith is determined to show Drea Fortier there is life after bad. And she’s had some powerful bad in her life. As he and Drea fight to keep that past from killing her, the Dom in him tries to show Drea that submission can be good. Healing. Loving.

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"Someone trained you how to please a man."

The shadow of her eyes underneath the netting grew larger.

"I know you won't talk about it. Yet. But one of these days, you'll tell me the story of who screwed your past and present up so bad."

She shook her head so hard the hat almost flew off. Righting it, she turned her head away. "No, I won't."

He tipped her chin toward him. "Yes, Drea. You will. Know this, though. I will only wait so long." He gentled his voice. "Certain things, I can surmise on my own. You told me you were abducted." He reached for her arm and ran his fingers along the silk until he held her hand, stifling the urge to close his eyes and get lost in the feel and scent of her.

"I know you were tortured. Maybe by one person, maybe by more." He stroked her hand as he held it and was gratified when she didn't pull away. Instead, her head tipped in such a way he could tell she was watching his hand on hers. He pulled it to his chest and laid it across his heart, keeping her hand safe there with his.

"Feel the beat of my heart. It's racing with only one I won't wait forever, but I can manage a while longer. I want to fill all the holes your pain has drilled into you with new memories. I want to show you how satisfying a relationship can be."

Her breathing had slowed, matching his. Her fingers moved slightly on his chest and he felt the touch in his soul. And his throbbing penis.

"Lord, woman. It takes nothing but a small movement from you to make me want to strip you and make love to you until you scream my name."

The shake of her head was much slower and smaller this time. "That won't ever happen, Michael." Her voice was almost a whisper.

"Yes," he said. "It will. I want to pull the veil away from your face and kiss you until you are moaning and wet for me."

Drea sighed.

"I want to undo the buttons on that silk blouse one at a time, kissing my way along your creamy skin as I do. To see if your bra is as sexy as I've imagined."

She stood mesmerized and Michael was way beyond being able to stop.

"Your breasts will fit perfectly in my palms, Drea. Rosy tips will beckon to me and I won't deny them. I'll pull them into my mouth and taste their sweetness until they are tight nubs of need filling you with molten desire."

He almost groaned, knowing he could shoot his load just by having this conversation. "I think I could bring you to a climax just doing that."

He couldn't hear her breathing.

"I know I could. But I won't stop there."

She began to breathe again.

"I'll unzip your slacks and peel them down your body, leaving you only in-" He cocked his head, but kept his hand moving softly along hers, still settled on his chest. "I'm guessing a thong. I'd run my hands over an ass I've wanted to fondle since the first day I walked into your life. Sight unseen, too. That damn cloak of yours, as it turns out, is hiding a fuck-me-now body." He blew out a breath, then pulled himself back into the scene.

"I'd like to see some pink on those ass cheeks. Then, I'd pull the thong down, bare your wet cunt to me. I'll finally be able to touch you. To make you climax, screaming my name. To climax with your fragrance, your name, on my lips."

Drea's breathing had become as erratic as his.

"What if I don't want to go that far?" Drea whispered.

"You won't have a choice. Your hands will be restrained."

Reviews by the Wicked Reads Review Team

This is the final in the series of five stories – each book has started and ended with Drea and Michael, but this one went straight to the request form – I felt for a moment like I'd been cheated, then I realised that it was Michael who filled out the form ... Finally we get the underlying story and resolve the tension between these two characters who have been slowly emerging from the shadows in previous books.

This was a really brilliant conclusion to the series and made sense of her actions, as well as being excellent in its own right. The buildup between them had been so intense that it was inevitable that there would be sparks! Very satisfying and engaging series of books, I would recommend them to you. Each one would be perfect if time were short, as you get a proper, well told story. And the series as a whole is most enjoyable.

After years of searching, Lace settled down with a man whose first words to her were "Save me a dance." That's all it took. Four little words and she was a goner. Twenty years later, she still remembers that first kiss, standing beside his yellow Ford Mustang cool car. (Yes, it was yellow. "Hey," Lace says. "It was cool at the time.") And it still is in her mind and in her heart. That kiss and the future love it represented is the reason she enjoys stories filled with romance and emotion.

And dancing. Always dancing.

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  1. Thank you so much for reading and showcasing the Secrets series today!


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