Saturday, 20 December 2014

In Full Bloom #newrelease @mroth_author #erotic #mf @sirenbookstrand

Happy Saturday, folks. My guest today is In Full Bloom, well her story is..


Check out Michelle Roth's new release.


Book Blurb:

From the moment that Taryn Michaels runs into her new landlord, Evan Connolly, on the stairwell, she is dangerously attracted to him. She's starting her career as a veterinarian at the Los Angeles Zoo and isn't looking for any complications. The more she gets to know him though, the more she realizes that he might be worth the risk.
Evan Connolly has moved back to L.A. to pursue his lifelong passion for growing exotic orchids. When he buys a florist shop, building and all, he gets far more than he bargained for when it comes with a gorgeous, feisty tenant. As the sparks fly between them, he's finding her more and more difficult to resist.
When they finally give into temptation, it quickly develops into something deeper. As the truth of Taryn's past comes back to haunt them, will Evan be able to break down the walls she's built around her heart? Will she let him?

Adult Excerpt:

Her eyes never leaving his, she reached to the zipper under her arm and drew it down. Sliding the straps of the dress off her shoulders, she pushed the dress slowly down her body until it fell to the floor. Stepping out of it, she kicked it aside. She stood before him now in a black strapless bra, matching thong, fishnet thigh highs, and heels.

Her breathing was rapid as she waited for him to speak. Finally he said, “I don’t even have words…”

Reaching out, she grabbed the buckle of his belt and pulled him toward her. Repeating her earlier request, she said, “Touch me, Evan.”

Quickly closing the remaining space between them, he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss started out gentle, but quickly grew out of control. He nipped sharply at her lower lip, then stroked his tongue over it to soothe. His hand slid up her rib cage to cup her breast, squeezing it. Taryn sighed against his lips and pressed herself into his palm, clutching his shoulders.

He slid his arms behind her back and deftly unclasped her bra. When he leaned back, his eyes were heavy lidded as he took in the sight of her bare breasts. On a groan, he leaned down to take one tight peak into his mouth. She was unable to look away as he flicked his tongue against it. The sight of her nipple disappearing between his lips and the sure strokes of his tongue were almost too much to bear.

When he grazed his teeth over her nipple, she cried out. Feeling his teeth nip at her more sharply, she moaned his name. After a few moments, he moved to her other breast and gave it the same treatment. She was almost incoherent with want now, her nails digging into his shoulders.

The hand cupping her other breast drifted lower, his fingertips brushing gently over her thighs. When his fingers shifted the crotch of her soaked thong aside, he groaned against her breast. His fingers teased the bare outer lips of her pussy.

He released her from his mouth and said, “Fuck, Princess. You’re so wet. Is this all for me?”

Taryn pressed herself shamelessly against his hand and said, “Yes. It’s all for you.”

She almost gave a sigh of relief when he slid a finger between her wet folds and stroked it over her clit. Tilting her head back, she let out a soft whimper as she flexed her hips and pressed against him. She felt that familiar tension start to bloom low in her belly, and was surprised when he tilted her chin down to say, “Look at me, Princess. I want to see.”

She looked at him, for the first time uncertain. His voice thick with desire, he swept his thumb over her lower lip and said, “I want to see you come for me.”

She sucked in a ragged breath as he continued to slowly rub tight circles against her. Working her hips against his hand, she felt the tension build to an almost unbearable level. Still, she hovered right there at the edge.

Maybe he sensed that she needed the extra push because a moment later he slid his hand further into her panties and pressed two fingers inside her. He fucked her with them as he ground his palm against her aching clit.

“Oh. Oh, god. That’s it,” she moaned. Seconds later, she came apart, shuddering and crying out, as she bucked against his hand in release.

He continued to slide his fingers into her until she stopped rocking against him. Watching her, he slid his fingers out of her panties and said, “That was so sexy.”

Still panting, she said, “My legs are jittery now.”

She picked one of her legs up to slide off her heels and saw him shake his head. Grinning wolfishly, he said, “I’m going to need you to leave those on.”

Moving forward, he swept her into his arms and carried her toward his bedroom. She clutched onto him dizzily as he walked into the bedroom. He set her on the center of his bed.

She propped herself up on her elbows, watching him as he shed the rest of his clothing. Sporting a massive erection, he crawled on the bed toward her like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes flared as his body slid over hers. He took her mouth again, as he trailed his fingers lightly across her skin.

She shifted underneath him, feeling the beginnings of arousal again. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing to her, because he shifted his thigh slightly to hold her in place. Breaking away from her mouth, he nibbled a line along her jaw.

Lifting his head, he said, “You’re so responsive.”

She grinned at him and then said, “You’ve got talented hands.”

Evan took his time working his way down her body, nipping and sucking until she was writhing underneath him. By the time he had reached her navel, her arousal was at fever pitch again.

He propped himself up on an elbow and said, “Lift your hips up. I don’t think you’ll be needing these anymore.” He gestured to her panties.

She complied, lifting her hips. He slid her panties down and over the heels of her shoes. Tossing them aside, he moved further down her body until he was eye level with her pussy. Sighing, he said, “On second thought, let’s take off the shoes so you don’t stab me with them.”

Turning around, he removed one shoe, and then the other. Resettling between her thighs, he turned his head, placing kisses against her thighs. Each time his warm mouth settled on her, it was pure torture.

Taryn pressed her hips up, desperate to feel his mouth on her aching core. Finally, he worked his way up to her pussy. He licked the wetness away from the outside but didn’t give her what she desperately needed.

Panting, she begged, “Please. Don’t tease me anymore.”

His gaze flicked up to hers and must have seen the desperation on her face because he leaned back down, and parted her folds with his fingers. He swiped his tongue over her, sucking and flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue. When he slid two fingers into her and curled them upward, she cried out in relief.

General Excerpt:

As she started up the second flight of stairs, she let out a surprised yelp. Quickly dodging a box as it rolled down the stairs toward her, she turned to watch as it broke apart at the bottom of the landing with a thunk.

“Shit! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” a worried voice asked from the top of the stairs.

“Yeah. I think whatever was in that box probably isn’t though,” Taryn said, turning back toward the voice at the top of the stairs.

He wore a pair of faded jeans that were torn in several places and a snug black T-shirt. His lower jaw was covered in dark stubble. His black hair was short and messy, as if someone had been running their hands through it. His eyes looked almost black in the dim light of the hallway. He was in his mid-thirties, Taryn decided. He was the very definition of sin.

Suddenly, aware she had been staring, she asked, “So, uh. Why are you throwing boxes down the stairs at me?”

Tall, dark, and sexy gave her an all-out grin now and said, “Hey now. I didn’t throw it so much as it fell.”

Dear Jesus. That voice. It was deep and smooth. A sexy face, a ridiculous body, and that voice, too? She couldn’t look away as he descended the stairs and stopped in front of her.

Reaching out, he extended his hand and said, “Evan Connolly. I bought the building.”

Taking his hand and giving it a firm shake, she said, “Taryn Michaels. Your tenant.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“You, too. I’m gonna head on up so you can can go ahead and finish throwing your things down the stairs,” Taryn said, grinning.

“Yeah,” he said, smiling good naturedly as he ran a hand through his messy hair. “I’m not likely to live that down, am I?”

“Probably not any time soon,” she said, stepping around him. “Have a good night.”

As she moved toward her apartment door, she thought, Well. This was certainly an interesting development.

An hour later, Taryn had showered and changed. She was applying a coat of mascara when she heard a knock on the door. Putting the mascara wand back in the tube, she moved back through the bedroom.

“Hang on,” she shouted as she moved toward the door.

When she opened it, her sister Cora stood on the other side of the door. All but tackling her, she squealed, “Tare, you’re a vet now!”

Grinning, Taryn said, “I am!”

Taryn pulled her inside and said, “Help me lace up the back of this shirt. When I bought it, I didn’t think about the dynamics of trying to put it on without help.”

Turning around, she presented Cora with the back of her red corset top.

“Ooh,” Cora said. “This is hot! Are you looking to get some tonight?”

Snorting, Taryn said, “You’re staying the night tonight. I’ll pass.”

“The girls were out,” Cora said, gesturing to Taryn’s chest. “I was just checking!”

Rolling her eyes, Taryn moved toward the bathroom, saying, “Lemme mascara and then we can leave.”

Ten minutes later, they walked across the street. Darla’s was a little hole in the wall place. Darla, an older heavy-set woman, had been behind the bar the few times that Taryn had gone in. It was low key and close to home. In deference to the fact it was technically her celebration, the girls from work had let her pick the place.

As they walked in the door, she immediately spotted Serena from administration sitting at a table with Mindy, one of the other veterinarians on staff. Serena immediately jumped up and said, “You’re official now! Congrats, honey.”

Taryn was immediately pulled into hugs, then gifted with a tiara and a martini. She took a sip of a martini, placed the tiara on her head, then introduced Cora.

Over the next few hours, several people stopped by the bar to congratulate Taryn. Even her new boss, Mike, had showed up for a while. He’d congratulated her on finishing her internship and reminded her that now she, too, would know the joy of telling the intern to shovel the poop from the rhinoceros cage.

Everyone had wanted to buy her a drink. After the fourth one, she’d started giving them to her sister and had switched to water. At 5’3”, Taryn was a light-weight to say the least.

It was after midnight when they finally walked back across the street to Taryn’s apartment. She wasn’t particularly drunk, but she was definitely feeling relaxed. As they turned to walk up the second flight of stairs, Taryn ran directly into a wall of warm, male chest.

Looking up, she saw Evan. Reaching out, she grabbed his shoulders to steady herself, then felt his hands settle on her hips. Feeling the warmth of his fingertips against small swath of skin between where her top ended and her jeans started, awareness coursing through her veins. She watched him now as he slowly appraised her, taking in the corset top and dark-washed jeans.

His hands flexed against her hips as he released her and stepped back. Even though they no longer touched, she could still feel the electricity arc between them.

Next to her, Cora said, “Well, hello. I’m Cora. Who are you?”

“The new Mrs. Weatherly,” Taryn answered, not breaking eye contact with Evan.

Sparing her a glance, he said, “Evan Connolly. Nice to meet you.”

Looking him over, Cora grinned and said, “Definitely easier on the eyes than Mrs. Weatherly.”

When neither party responded, she continued, “Well, I’m going to go inside and make another drink while you two stand out here on the landing and eye fuck each other.”

Giving a little wave, she wobbled up the stairs.

About the Author:

Michelle Roth is a novelist from Los Angeles, California. When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on

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Twitter: @mroth_author

Friday, 19 December 2014

Flash Fiction Friday - Taking Orders #FFF

Happy Friday, folks. Today's picture is deliciously naughty, and deserves an equally naughty flash - Enjoy!

Katharina couldn’t quite suppress her smirk. It didn’t go with the innocent look she was supposed to adopt for this shoot, but really…
This was delicious fun, made even more so by picturing the good old nuns in her head. What would they say about her now? One in particular had made her school life a living misery. The slightest infraction would result in a severe caning.
As a child she’d hated that damn cane. In the hands of Master, however…

“You keep looking at me like that, I’ll be forced to fuck my naughty little nun over that pew.”


Friday Flashers have 100 words to tell a story from the provided picture prompt. Do check out the other flashers. You won't be disappointed. :-)

Till next week, folks.
D x

Thursday, 18 December 2014

A Fairy Tale Romance @ElodieParkes #newrelease @evernightpub

Happy Thursday folks. We're a week away from Christmas, and there's magic in the air. At least I will need a good old dose of magic to get everything done I still need to do!

The awesome Elodie Parkes is on my blog today with her own brand of magic, A Fairy Tale Romance.



Thank you for inviting me to your blog today with my new Evernight Publishing release, ‘A Fairy Tale Romance’
The story is contemporary, fantasy romance. It’s set along the coast in the sumptuous Mediterranean, and bathed in warmth, which I felt was a fitting venue to contrast with the stark misery of my hero’s predicament.
The story is modelled on old fairy story motifs, where there is a fairy godmother style character, a prince and a princess. I so enjoyed writing this story because Thorn Valmont, my hero, is such a lovely, romantic man and deserves to be freed from the curse that befalls him. This is a sizzler of a story with erotic love scenes and threads of fairy tale mystery as we wonder what has happened to Thorn and how he’ll escape his lonely life.

When delectable Thorn Valmont buys an old palace to renovate on the Mediterranean coast, he never dreams it will cost him his freedom.
Thorn is part of an aristocratic family. He’s a prince and must find his princess to solve a puzzle he inherits from the ancient owners of the Mediterranean palace.
Will he find her in time to stop his loneliness destroying him completely?

Read an excerpt 18+
The memory of the young woman’s long slim legs and firm thighs filled his head as he walked home. He imagined caressing her. He would trail his fingertips up the back of her thighs to tease inside the cutoff bottoms of her shorts. It was so long since he’d felt the skin of a woman and yet he could almost conjure up that softness at the top of a thigh where it joined the enticing base of her ass. Thorn sighed sadly and shook his head. He had never come to terms with his lack of sex. Sometimes, after a week or so of ignoring his needs he would masturbate before darkness fell. He always felt better afterwards and told himself to do it more often, to give himself that comfort, but often sadness stole away the notion and he’d drift through his existence until he suddenly realized he needed the release of orgasm.
Thorn knew that he needed it now, before darkness fell. He practically sprinted up the zigzag path to his home, resolved to ease the pain of loneliness that the sight of the lovely young woman had deepened. Inside his bedroom, he closed his eyes and found it easy to picture her mouth, the plump bottom lip, the way her hair tendrils had stroked there, and then he unzipped his jeans.
He paused and thrust away the memory of Grace. He needed quick relief.
Thorn brought to mind one of the last real sexual encounters he’d had with a woman. It was a hot memory and one he’d used before. They’d met at a party, instantly attracted in a superficial sexual way, they agreed to a moonlit tryst in the garden of the big house where the party was being held.
He’d stalked to the girl waiting in a small stand of trees, stripped her quickly, and lifted her to slide with her to the grass. His arm around her bare waist, and a hand cupping her pussy, he’d subconsciously stored away the feel of her wet arousal on his palm and could bring that to mind.
He recalled the words she’d said to him then, as he took his cock in his fist and pumped.
She had said, “Fuck me. Fuck me hard. I want everything, your tongue, your fingers, and your cock in me. I want to suck you until you moan and your cum fills my mouth.”
Thorn groaned as his cock hardened and he whispered the words, “Fuck me.” He pictured licking the girl’s pussy, her legs wide apart as she lay in the grass and his stomach clenched. His orgasm teased at him and he leaned on the edge of the chest of drawers bent over with the urgent need to come as he built a rhythm. He focused on the memory of her nipples between his lips, the way she’d sucked his cock, the taste of her cream on his tongue. Thorn pumped hard and his orgasm suddenly burned through him. As the waves of pleasure coursed in his balls and forced the cum to spurt in warm streaks over the back of his hand, he saw Grace as she’d looked at him on the beach. He saw her green eyes and perfect lips. The picture in his mind added sweetness to the orgasm. He shuddered and groaned.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2014 Evernight Publishing All Rights Reserved

Buy the book:

RRP: $3.99 Your Price: $2.99 (You save $1.00) when you buy from Evernight

About Elodie:
Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.
Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.
She has also released titles as an individual indie author.
Find Elodie online: Blog  Tumblr  Facebook  Twitter 

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

#MWTease from Auctioned to the Spanish Dom “Missionary does nothing for me..." #bdsm #mfm @sirenbookstrand

Happy middle of the week, lovely people. It's time to tease you, courtesy of the wonderful Sandra Bunino, who brings us all together every week.

I'm going to bring you a tease from Auctioned to the Spanish Dom, which is now available on Amazon :-)

To set the scene,  Pedro has rushed Peyton, her pregnant sister, and her brother-in-law to the hospital. The men are left to wait, and a few home truths need to be said...

Pedro took a sip of the hot liquid masquerading as hospital coffee, and thrust the paper cup at James Balling’s white face.
“Here, drink this. It’s not much, and if I didn’t think they would throw us out, I’d lace it with brandy, but it’ll have to do.”
The other man was too white and still for Pedro’s liking. James was a menacing fool, who fell apart in a crisis, but he was Peyton’s brother-in-law, and her sister would need him, especially if…
Pedro swallowed a curse, and rolled his shoulders. He knew firsthand that twin births could be complicated. They’d almost lost José when he was born. His twin sister hadn’t made it, and Carmelita was buried in the same plot as her mother and father now were. Pedro shook his head to clear it of the morbid thoughts and turned around to find James watching him. Tears ran down his cheeks, and Pedro shifted from foot to foot.
“I can’t lose them. And I certainly can’t lose Alicia. I know, you must think me a right fool, but I love my wife…so much.” James’s voice broke on the last few words, and he downed the coffee in one go and crushed the paper cup in his hand.
“There was so much fucking blood and this is all my fault.” James got up and started to pace the waiting area like an injured lion.
“Don’t be too hard on yourself. It takes two to make a baby,” Pedro said, and James stopped at the window and rested his head against the glass.
“She didn’t want any more babies after Martin, but my mother…we have all boys, see, and Mother wanted granddaughters.”
Pedro couldn’t help the sound of disgust he made at the back of his throat, and James nodded.
“I know it’s pathetic. A grown man at the whim of his mother, but I convinced Alicia to try one last time. They are girls, you know, the twins.” James glanced toward Pedro, and when Pedro didn’t respond, he sighed and sat back down again with a heavy thud.
“I should probably ring Mother and let her know Alicia is in theater?”
Pedro rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. It was far too tempting to punch some sense into the idiot.
“That’s not for me to say. I would have thought, whatever the outcome, your wife would appreciate your support first and foremost. Talking of which, and I know this is none of my fucking business, but why aren’t you in there with her? If that was my wife, giving birth to my children, nothing would stop me from being with her.”
Unbidden images of Peyton heavy with his children jumped into Pedro’s brain and he pinched the bridge of his nose. She didn’t want children yet. She’d said that, and chances were high they would have twins. They ran in Pedro’s family, after all.
A faint blush stained the other man’s cheeks, and he didn’t look at Pedro.
“I know, it’s pathetic, but I can’t stand the sight of blood and I have a phobia of needles.” A shudder went through him at saying the words, as though voicing them out loud cost him. “Peyton has always been Alicia’s birth partner, and normally she has straightforward and fast births, but this time…. Fuck.”
A heavy silence fell between them as they waited for news. There was nothing Pedro could say to reassure the other man after all.
Instead he focused on the slow ticking of the hospital clock and his last image of Peyton as she followed her sister into theater.
Pale, worried, and quietly determined, that had been his pequeñita. Her inner strength was one of the things he loved most about her, and once they’d put this whole sorry business behind them, he would tell her so too.
“Can I ask you something?” James said, and Pedro focused his attention back on the other man. “A personal question?”
“You can ask, but I might not answer it,” Pedro said, and James nodded, that blush of his deepening.
“Why do you, you know…” James took a deep breath, and Pedro’s eyebrows rose. “I mean, you look normal enough, so why…. Fuck it, why do you feel the need to beat up on women?”
James fidgeted on his seat when Pedro didn’t answer him straightway, and the sadist in him enjoyed the other man’s discomfiture immensely. However, this was Peyton’s family, and he knew they were important to her, so he latched onto the least obnoxious part of that question.
“How did you expect me to look, exactly?” he asked and James shrugged.
“I don’t know. Like some monster, I guess. I mean I saw her bruises, and she says it was all consensual, but I can’t get my head around that.”
James finally looked up to properly look at him, and Pedro sighed.
“Then don’t,” he said, and James blinked in surprise.
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t try and get your head around it. You don’t have to understand it, just accept the fact that this is something Peyton needs. It doesn’t make what we have wrong, or perverted, or whatever else you want to call it. It just means it’s not for you.”
Pedro smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
“Missionary does nothing for me, so I guess that makes us even.”
James colored further and mumbled something that Pedro didn’t catch, and his grin deepened.
“And I bet missionary is not all that you do, either. Human sexuality is a complicated subject, after all. And for the record, I don’t beat up on women. I have never hit a woman in anger and I never will. Do I leave marks and bruises? Sure I do. I love nothing more than to see my partner at my mercy, but only in our negotiated terms, and Peyton always has the power to cry red.”
At the other man’s confused expression, he smiled.
“It’s a safe word that will stop all play immediately.”
“And has she ever used it?” James asked and Pedro shook his head.

“No, but I can assure you, if she did, I would stop, and find out why she felt the need to do so. I love Peyton, and I will do anything to keep her safe.”

Peyton King had a simple plan. Sign up for the Spectrum Auctions and finally get the story that will get her the promotion she craves.

It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright scary.

The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has, and their play smashes through both of their emotional defences in record time.

When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust his pequeñita.

She is a reporter after all…

Available at Bookstrand  and Amazon


Stay naughty, folks, and don't forget to check out the other teasers. As ever thanks to the awesome Sandra Bunino for putting us all together every week.

Why not join us next week? You can sign up on Sandra's blog HERE.

D xx

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

#TantalizingTuesdays - A Second Chance

Happy Tuesday, lovely peeps. I think I might have to write the full story for today's flash... Enjoy, I hope.

Zeb crunched the damn card up in his hand, and wished he could swipe the entire surface of that table onto the floor. It would give him some small satisfaction to see all the finery smashed to pieces. It was a fucking shame he hadn't been able to smash Brian's face in.
How fucking dare that scum bag do this to Giselle? Zeb had never liked the other man. He'd told himself it was just his jealous feelings clouding his opinion of the far too slick Brian. After all, the blasted man had got to Giselle, before Zeb had managed to pluck up the courage to tell his best friend that he loved her.
 The hesitant click clack of her heels behind him told him that Giselle had finally emerged out of the ladies. She'd retreated in there after finding her asshole fiancé fucking her best friend at their wedding rehearsal dinner.
"You're still here?" she asked.           
Zeb turned around and smiled at her.
"Where else would I be, treacle?"
Her beautiful eyes filled with fresh tears, and he opened his arms, grateful beyond belief when she flung herself into them and snuggled close.
"I've been such a fool, Zeb."

Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.

As ever, let me know what you thought of my teaser today. 

D xx 

Monday, 15 December 2014

Siren Authors Holiday Hop #giveaway #win #ebooks #gcs #swag

Welcome to the Siren Author's Holiday Hop! To celebrate the holiday season, Siren Authors have come together for this fun hop where you can learn about their books and current/upcoming releases. You can enter the grand prize with a chance to win:

* Grand prize information *
$100 Giftcard to one US reader
$100 Giftcard to one International reader
$50 Giftcard to one US Reader
$50 Giftcard to one International reader

Go to each site and collect the code words. When you have all of them, press on the link below for the prize entry form for a chance to win. Good luck everyone!

**Code word**


I vividly recall the day I became a Siren Author, and I received the lovely for publication e-mail. I'm sure you could hear my squeal for miles.


That was Man-Droid the Orgasmatron.

It was my first foray into Sci-fi, but by no means my last. Since then I have written six more books for Siren. Three in my Spectrum Auctions series.

Two in my Warriors series

I started a new Paranormal series

and last but by no means least, I have a stand alone story coming January 12th.

When Lily Jephson falls asleep at work, her erotic dream is witnessed by none other than her boss’s brother. Awkward doesn’t begin to describe it, especially when she can’t help but respond to the enigmatic Dom. She wants his brother…doesn’t she?

Cyrus Cooper loves to play games, and he can’t resist the opportunity to yank his brother’s chain a bit. Nothing will convince the stubborn Sloan more to finally make a move on Lily, than thinking this delightful subbie is involved with Cyrus.

However, when it becomes apparent that Lily needs help to work through the emotional scars left behind by her early introduction into the lifestyle, Cyrus knows this is far more than a game.  The brothers are just the Doms to show her what a true D/s relationship should be like.

Lily thrives under their combined Dominance, but when her old Master re-appears her life is put in danger.

She has never needed her Sirs more.

Fancy a sneak preview?

Damn the man. All conscious thought fled Lily’s brain when Sloan grabbed her and kissed her, as though it was his god-given right to do so. She was angry at him, wasn’t she? At both of them, yet her body wasn’t listening. No, her traitorous hormones just screamed their delight and with both of his hands anchored in her hair, he held her still and ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth with breathtaking intensity that meant she opened to him without any conscious effort at all.
Sloan grunted his approval and slipped his tongue into her mouth with devastating results. Surrounded by him, drinking in his scent, the very essence of him as she kissed him back, she fisted her hands in his tee and simply melted into him, while raising herself on tip toes to get closer. She was dimly aware of a second pair of hands settling on her hips and the heat at her back, as Cyrus stepped so close that she could feel the solid evidence of his erection nudging her ass. Cyrus groaned into her neck, and then her hair fell free around her shoulders, and Sloan released her mouth slowly.
“Look at me, baby.”
Her eyes fluttered open to find him smiling down at her, his oh-so-talented lips a whisper’s breath away from hers.
“I would never tell you how to live your life, but I agree with Cyrus. You don’t have to live on that estate anymore, unless you want to, of course.” She blinked when he released her and Cyrus too stepped away. Bereft of their combined body heat, she shivered and rubbed her exposed arms. Her emotions were all over the place and these two confused the hell out of her with their actions.
“I don’t like you living there, pet, that’s all.”
Lily’s stomach hollowed out hearing that term and the wave of longing that shook her took her breath away. If only she was his, both of theirs. It would feel so good to not have to worry constantly, to know there was someone there to take care of her, to catch her when she fell. Old demons were hard to shake off, however, and she shook her head.
“I can take care of myself,” she said and Sloan sighed.
“Of course you can, but why not let us make it easier for you? No demands, no strings, just—”
“Just two Doms showing you what it really should be like.” Cyrus cut in, and Lily sat down with a thump, as her legs gave up the fight to support her. That sounded way too tempting.
“Both of you, as in together?” Lily was well aware that her voice had risen to an almost hysterical shriek, but she couldn’t seem to help herself.
Cyrus’s hands settled on her shoulder and Sloan got to his haunches in front of her and cupped her face in one of his large hands.
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying, if you’re willing to take a chance on us. I realize I’ve been a right ass over this, but I promise I’ll do better. Your job is still yours, of course. I don’t want to lose you either way. Even if you reject me or Cyrus, or both of us, your job is safe.”
Tears filled Lily’s eyes and she hastily blinked them away.
“But you said—”
“Forget what I said, please. It was a stupid knee jerk reaction. You’re nothing like Annabel. You’re sweet and kind, and I drove myself round the fucking bend last night with that thought that I would never see you again, or worse, that you’d go off with Cy and I’d completely blown things between us. Forgive me, please.”
He smiled at her and Lily couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“There’s nothing to forgive, Sir, not really.”
Sloan blew out a breath and kissed her nose.
“Right, well, now that’s cleared up, I suggest you get your sweet little tush back out front and help Martha. She’s on her own and I know she needs to leave early again to see her daughter at the hospital.”
The abrupt change in his demeanor made Lily blink and when he straightened back up again her mouth went dry at seeing the bulge in his jeans. Sloan laughed and cupped her chin to make her look up at him.
“Don’t you worry about that. I meant what I said. Neither Cy or I will force you into anything.”
Cyrus swore behind her as though he didn’t agree with this plan at all, and Lily had to smile. “Think about it, and let us know what you decide, pet.”
Warmth suffused her when he added that last word, and Sloan ran his thumb over her kiss-swollen lips. His blue eyes darkened and Lily knew her panties would be soaked through by now. God, if they chose to fuck her right here, right now, she wouldn’t object, far from it, but Sloan was right. She needed to think this through properly, and she couldn’t think straight when she was this close to both of them. They stole her air and her very will to be anything other than what they wanted her to be.
It took her right back to the days when Master had been pleased her with her and she had existed solely for his will. There was such peace in that act, she hadn’t realized how much she had missed it, craved it even, deep down in her psyche, and these two could give her that.
No, she didn’t want the overwhelming intensity of what she had experienced under Master. She never, ever wanted to lose herself so completely again, but to let go for just a few precious hours was oh so tempting.
On jelly-like legs, she struggled to her feet and nodded her agreement.
“I best get back to work then.”
Sloan nodded his approval and Cyrus stopped her with her fingers on the door handle.
“Don’t take too long to give us that answer, girl. I’m not as patient as him.”


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Sunday, 14 December 2014

#SexySnippets from Bought for Christmas "Please don't hide them..." #bdsm #shifter @evernightpub #rubenesque

Happy Sunday, folks. I hope you've had a great week. I'm so chuffed to say that my Christmas Release is doing really well, and climbing up the Bestseller Charts. Thank you readers <3

So, naturally my snippets today come from Bought for Christmas. To set the scene, they're in his cabin, and this is the first time Emilia gets a proper look at the extent of his scars.

“Please don’t hide them from me, and let me see.”
Hunter shook his head, and Emilia tugged harder.
“Please, I told you they don’t scare me, and besides I felt them last night.” Heat rose in her cheeks when she recalled just how exactly she had felt them. It wasn’t like her to be that forward, but it seemed Hunter had awoken her libido kicking and screaming. Even now she grew wet for him, and Hunter’s nostrils flared as though he could smell her arousal. The thought should mortify her, but it had the opposite effect, and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache in her pussy.
Hunter made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and slowly released the death grip he had on the sheet, and Emilia tried her best to keep her expression neutral, but oh God, there were so many of them.

I’m the beast, haven’t you heard...

Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company. Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her raging libido, but can she protect her heart?

Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear wants much more than that.

Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s heart, that is not an option this time. Isolated in his cabin, it’s not just the snow that melts.

Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, anal sex


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