Thursday, 26 February 2015

I'm moving! So long, blogger...

Hey, lovely peeps, as the title says, this old bird is on the move. Why, I hear you ask. Well, unless you've been living under a rock you will have heard that Blogger are banning 'explicit adult content' from their blog. I like many others received an e-mail in my inbox, telling me that my blog was one of the ones identified as containing such content.

You can read more about this new policy here.

Bearing in mind that I am an erotic author, this will just not do. I have no idea whether my book covers are acceptable under these new standards. And what about some of the Flash pictures. Those of you following my blog will know that I never post anything that isn't tasteful, yet I still received that e-mail.

No doubt mass generated, and send out to all of us who have an Adult content warning, but their descriptions are just too vague for my liking. This blog may or not be deemed to be within their standards.


I'm not prepared to hang around and find out if I pass muster. Not when my website offers a blogging facility.

So as of rigt now, you will find all my usual ramblings, rants, squeals, awesome guests and regular features at my new blog.

I don't think you can follow over there, like you can here, but those of you, who subscribe to my blog posts might want to subscribe to my new blog's RSS feed.

I am told by the clever people at Weebly that this feed is not compatible with Google Chrome as yet, unless you download Chrome's free extension.

It works fine with Inernet Explorer, Safari or Firefox, however, so you won't have to miss any of my ramblings, unless you want to, of course.

I shan't hold it against you - much...


Only kidding. See you over there, lovely peeps.

Stay naughty,

D xxxx

Spotlight on Unbearable #newrelease @AuthorWren #nft @evernightpub #pnr

Please give a warm welcome to debut author Wren Michaels today, who is here to tell us about her yummy first release, a naughty fairy tale, no less. Don't you just love those? I know I do. Take it away, Wren :-)


Thank you for having me on your blog today! This is my debut novella so I'm going though ALL THE FEELS right now. A friend of mine, Evie Knight, urged me to give Evernight Publishing's Naughty Fairytale line a try, and so the retelling of the lesser known fairytale Snow White and Rose Red was born. The first book in my SnowRose Series is Rose Red's story. Snow White's story will be releasing in March, entitled BAD APPLE. I appreciate the opportunity to share this with you and hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Rose Red will stop at nothing to protect her sister, Snow White, from suffering the same fate as their mother. She vows to kill Hestor, the evil dwarf sorcerer responsible for her death. But a twist of fate lands her on the bottom of a riverbed, and her life in the hands of a mysterious stranger.

Marcus is a beast of a man. He is a bear by day, man by night, thanks to a curse from the evil Hestor. But when he rescues Rose from an icy grave, he unleashes the real animal. Falling for her is dangerous enough, as he must protect the secret of his curse. But she may just be the key to getting his kingdom back as she breaks one spell and puts him under another.


 “Do you have a habit of going around saving damsels in distress, Marcus?” The coy tone in her sexy voice hardens my cock even more, evidence that I've not been in female company for quite some time, and it's taking its toll.
“I don't have many women that wander into the haunted woods in need of my rescuing. Which leads to the question, what were you doing there?” I fold my arms and stare down into her eyes.
“I don't think that's any of your business now, is it?” The icy aftertaste of her tone stings my ears. “While I appreciate the rescue, I should get home. My sister is waiting for me and will send out a search party if I don't return.”
“It'll be a mighty cold walk with no clothes,” I say, holding back the smirk climbing across my lips.
The green in her eyes darkens. “Kindly give me back my clothing and affects, sir.”
“Absolutely. Once they're dry.” I fan my arms to the fire where I've laid out her soaking clothes. “It'll take hours for them to be dry enough to wear. Besides, there's a nasty storm brewin' outside. A bit treacherous for you to be wandering out in, alone and at night. It would be in your best interest to stay here and let it pass. You can venture home in the morning.” My eyes lock onto hers and I pour sincerity into them in hopes she'll reconsider my offer. “I promise, come sunrise I will leave you, and you are free to go.”
She darts her gaze between me and the fireplace. I half expect her to make a mad dash for her clothes. But she doesn't.
“And what am I to do the rest of this eve then?” Her arms fold across her chest, pinching her breasts together.
I force my eyes away from the glorious cleavage and swallow over the lump in my throat. “Well, I assume you'll want to sleep. After all, I would imagine killing a man would take a lot out of you physically and emotionally. Not to mention the whole falling into the river and me rescuing you.”
Her eyes widen as big as saucers. “Were you stalking me?”
“Perhaps I came upon you once or twice before.” I give an aloof shrug.
Fury blazes in her dark green eyes and it lights my cock on fire even more. Damn, she's gorgeous when she's feisty. It takes everything in me not to devour her plump lips with my own.
“How much do you know?” She leans in, forgetting she's naked as her protective covering falls away from her breasts. 
They stare up at me from the corner of my eye, but I'm careful not to look at them for fear she'll cover them back up. Stunning pink nipples harden at the chill in the room. My fingers ache to rub them.
“How much should I know. I've never met you before, Rose. You've come into my woods for the past month, and each time a man is with you. But you always leave alone. And I'm left to dispose of bloodied bodies before morning. So, do I need to worry that you'll add me to your collection?” Jutting my hands to the blanket on either side of her body, I press in closer to her on the bed, hovering just above her lips.
Quick breaths puff from her lips as she processes my words. Her eyes stay glued to mine in a glorious rage, and it stirs me inside to think of burying myself in that fury between her legs.
“Not unless you're in league with Hestor. If you are, I suggest you run.” Her body inches closer to mine, the blankets falling even further down her body. The delicate soft skin of her stomach catches my eyes and I'm unable to look away.
“Hestor?” I repeat, as it's the only word that sticks in my ears under the distraction of her curves.
“Are you not familiar with the dwarf sorcerer?” she asks.
“Oh. On the contrary, I'm quite familiar with Hestor. The question is, why do you seek him out?” My gaze turns back to her.
“Like what you see?” She tilts her head and swipes her lips with her tongue. “It's yours if you lead me to him.”
I shake my head. “You truly must think me a fool if you proposition me so, dear Rose. I know that's what you offer the targets in your game. You tease them with the reward of your body, yet you get them alone in the woods and take their lives. You cannot seduce me in this way.”
“Am I repulsive to you?” her voice notches up an octave.
“You, Rose Red are the most beautiful woman I've ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes upon. But I think you should know our interest in Hestor may be of a similar nature and perhaps we could strike a deal.” I ease off her and fold my arms.
“What do you want with him? His magicks are dark and bring only evil.” Her blazing eyes darken, studying me with intent.
I lean in, pressing my chest against hers as I hover above her face. “I have my reasons, as I know you do yours. They are not of your concern. What we both agree on is that he must be eliminated. No?”
“Your towel seems to have come lose,” she whispers.
My brow quirks. “How would you know?” I think she's trying to distract me, but I won't fall for her games. “Your eyes haven't left mine.”
“Because I'm the one who loosened it.” Her warm hand wraps around my cock, forcing a gasp from my lungs. My head yells at me to jump back, but the sensation of her fingers gripping tight to my flesh wipe all logical thought from my mind. I make the mistake of glancing down, aching to watch her hand stroke my length. It's the last thing I see before she knocks me cold.

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About the Author:

Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But then a cowboy swept her off her feet and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they’d make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

MWTease from Cat's Rescue - Uniform Fetish "You. Are. Mine." #comingsoon @evernightpub #interracial #bdsm

Happy middle of the week, peeps, and what a week it's been so far. Take it from me, do not have three releases in eight days.... it's not good for your health.


Only kidding, it is, of course, hugely exciting, even if my mind is spinning.

Just to prove how much, I'm teasing twice today. The lovely Raven McAllan has me on her blog today with a tease from yesterday's release, Carmel's Choice, which you can find here.

I'm going to tease from Cat's Rescue, which is my story in the Uniform Fetish Anthology which releases this Friday. This is an interracial BDSM story, and Rhys is a fire fighter.

To set the scene, Rhys has just rescued Cat off the ledge she was perched on to rescue her neigbour's cat, and he's making his intentions toward Cat very clear.

 “And where would you go, my little cat? It’s the middle of the night. You’re in your fuck me night dress, which I must say was a delicious surprise about you.” He smiled as her color deepened to the most delightful blush. “It’s freezing out there, you’ve locked yourself out of your flat on a misguided rescue mission of one ungrateful little feline, and the one person who has your spare key is fast asleep and deaf. Where exactly are you going to go to? Always assuming that I would let you walk out of here, and that’s never going to happen. Not dressed like that, anyway.”
“You can’t keep me here against my will.” Cat flung the words into the room.
He chose not to respond, just took a long swig of his own cocoa. The sweet flavor coated his tongue, and he inhaled deeply of the comforting aroma. Most men would choose a stiff drink at the end of a long shift, and Rhys was certainly not averse to drowning his sorrows, but he preferred simpler pleasures that kept your head clear. Besides hot cocoa reminded him of the times when he was little and all of his worries were soothed by his mother’s presence and the ever present cup of chocolate.
Mother, God rest her soul, would approve of his little cat. Her dying wish had been for him to settle down and start a family, but he’d never found a woman that would make him even consider doing so, until the day Cat had walked into his station and he’d fallen instantly in love.  His mother had always said it would happen, yet he had never been sure if he believed her. A single mum herself, she had nonetheless held onto the dream of living happily ever after with the one person you’re destined to be with.
Rhys swore under his breath, as the reality of his feelings hit him in the gut, and he put his cup down, mindful of the white knuckled grip he had on it. It would freak Cat out completely if he broke his mug with his bare hands. She looked ready to bolt as it was.
Instead he took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. Cat watched him through wide eyes, and she carefully took several sips of her drink. Her tense expression relaxed, and he didn’t miss her groan of appreciation—such a deep throated sound that his cock jumped back to full alert, and he crunched his jaw together. He bet she would make those sounds as he ate her out, pushing her toward an orgasm he would not let her have until she begged him for it.
Some of his thought processes must have shown on his face, because Cat’s hands wobbled, and he reached across to take the mug off of her, before she added burned fingers to her list of injuries to hold against him. He put the mug down on the table behind her and ran a hand through his hair.
Cat bit her lip and looked worried.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Of course you wouldn’t hold me against my will. I-I seem to not be able to act like a rational person around you. It’s just … just … oh hell.”
She looked so adorably flustered that Rhys had to laugh.
“Would it help if I told you, that you have the same effect on me, little cat?”
“I do?” she asked, and then slapped a hand over her mouth, and shook her head. “I meant what I said. I will not—”
“Be one of my women, I get that loud and clear, but tell me, girl,” she blanched as he let his voice drop, and suddenly found the floor most interesting. The act was such a submissive tell that the dominant in him roared. “Where are all those women you seem to think I have? You can inspect my bedpost if you like.” She squirmed at that, and he grinned. “You won’t find any notches. What you will find, however, are leather restraints with your name on them, girl, and if you’ll insist on insulting me, there’s a paddle that would leave a beautiful mark on your ass for days to come. Every time you sit down it would remind you of who you belong to, and that I will only tolerate so much sass from my girl. And. You. Are. Mine.” He accentuated every word with a tap of his forefinger on the tip of her cute button nose, and Cat’s breathing turned so shallow she was in danger of hyperventilating.
“And breathe, sweet girl. I want you passing out from pleasure or happily floating in sub space, not anxiety.” Giving into the need to touch her, taste her, he bent down and brushed his lips across hers. Cat groaned, and Rhys took advantage and slipped his tongue past her lips. His cat tasted of chocolate and the unique flavor that was all aroused woman. Hic cock jerked painfully against his jeans, and his groan joined her feminine mewl when she kissed him back.
Rhys fisted his hands in her hair to angle her head to his satisfaction, and he took charge of the kiss, deepening it until all he could taste and feel was his woman’s surrender to his will. By the time he finally broke away they were both breathing heavily, and Cat almost fell off the chair as she followed him when he pulled away and straightened up slowly. His hands on her shoulders steadied her, and she blinked several times to get her eyes to focus on him. Only a small ring of moss green remained around the outer edges of her irises, her pupils so dilated that her eyes looked almost black. Oh yes, her body responded to him beautifully. There was no doubt in his mind that his cat wanted him as badly as he wanted her, if only she would shut off her brain and allow herself to feel. Her submission would be so sweet to witness, as she came apart under his hands.
For the umpteenth time since he’d seen her on that ledge he adjusted his prick away from the zipper of his jeans, and his balls drew tight as Cat licked her lips, her gaze transfixed on that action. How he wished he had the authority over her to order her to her knees and to suck him off.
Instead, he forced himself to take a step back.

Blurb for Cat's Rescue:

What’s a girl to do when her elderly neighbor’s beloved Miss Pitty Pat seems injured and stranded on the ledge outside in the middle of the night? Rescue her, of course. Never mind the small matter of being afraid of heights, and ending up stranded on that ledge in nothing but a sexy negligée.

Firefighter Rhys can’t quite believe his eyes when he sees the hot as hell school teacher from across the road seemingly stuck on a ledge. There’s only one thing to do. Get his little Cat off that ledge and finally make her his.

After all, she is now at this Dom’s mercy, and it’s only proper to spank that luscious ass for scaring him half to death.

Cat’s rescues have never been such fun.

The Uniform Fetish Anthology is on Pre-order now!

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As ever a big thank you to Sandra Bunino who brings us teasers all together every week. If you're an author then why not join us next week, You can sign up on Sandra's Blog.

Hope you enjoyed my tease, and don't forget to check out the other awesome teasers. You will not be disappointed. I know my TBR pile grows every week.

Stay naughty, folks,

D xxx

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

#ReleaseDaySquee Carmel's Choice is here! #bdsm #mfm @sirenbookstrand #giveaway

Woop, woop! Today sees the release of Carmel's Choice, and I'm just a tad excited. You know, ever since I wrote a flash here on this blog, a loooong time ago, featuring a disabled Dom, that premise stuck with me, and I finally wrote that story in Carmel's Choice.

I tell you I alternated between crying and fanning myself when I wrote this, and I hope readers will love these three as much I do. So without further ado, and because it IS release day, you can read the entire first chapter right here.

Don't forget to enter the Giveaway too. I'm giving away a $10 GC and two e-books from my back list.

[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

It’s just one night of kinky sex. What could possibly go wrong?

When the birthday present from her Master is one night of no holds barred kinky sex with his ex-army buddy, Carmel Blythe doesn’t know what to think. A good subbie obeys her Master’s wishes, however, and there is no denying the instant connection she has with this experienced Dom.

Topping Gideon’s gorgeous wife is the least Nash Jonas can do to repay the debt he owes the man. After all, Gideon took the bullet aimed at Nash—the very one that cost the other man his army career and put him in a wheelchair. If only Nash could keep those pesky emotions out of the deal.

Gideon cannot stand to see the sadness in his wife’s eyes, nor the restlessness in his best buddy’s soul. Pushing the two people he loves together will surely satisfy everyone’s physical and emotional needs.

Carmel’s choice may well change everything…

Available from Bookstrand at a 10% discount


Copyright © 2015

Chapter One

This was why she hated going to these things on her own. Carmel swigged back her double martini and barely suppressed a groan as she pulled the hem of her clingy red dress further down her stockinged leg. The menace of the evening, otherwise known as Sean, as he’d introduced himself earlier, made a beeline straight to her. The overweight, balding wannabe gigolo, who seemed incapable of taking the hint, barely avoided colliding with the new Mr. and Mr. Featherington. Not that the two men engaged in a lip-lock would have noticed if he had.
The ghost of a smile kicked up her lips. It was good to see her old school friend so happy. Lars had taken a lot of stick for his sexual preferences when they’d been growing up. Something Carmel had never understood, even then. Her refusal to join in the “pick on the gay pervert” game had meant she’d been ostracized, too. Not that it had mattered much. Lars and her against the world, and all that, together with their friend Nicole. It was a pity she couldn’t be here today.
Even though they’d gone to different universities, they’d all kept in touch, and when Lars had sent Carmel the invite to his wedding, she couldn’t have refused to go, especially when Nicole wasn’t able to attend. One of them had to be there to see Lars hitched at long last. Carmel had never met a more romantic fool than Lars, with the exception of Gideon, of course.
True to form, her Sir had insisted that she go to the wedding, even though he was out of town on business.
His voice had brooked no argument.
“You will go, and you will enjoy yourself. Wear that little red dress for me. You know what to wear with it, and think of me. If you’re a good girl, you might even get a surprise. It is your birthday weekend after all.”
There had been an odd twinkle in his amber eyes when he’d said that. She knew that look. Gideon was up to something, and refusing to obey his instructions was not something she could do. The heated approval in his expression, when he’d watched her via Skype as she got dressed according to his instructions, had meant she’d not needed any lube to insert the vibrating egg. Her internal muscles clenched around it now, just remembering the sound of his husky voice. His voice alone had the power to send shivers down her spine, and make her wet in seconds.
“That’s my girl. I want you to wear that all day. As you dance, and laugh, and flirt, it will remind you who you belong to.”
As though she was likely to forget. Carmel fingered her delicate day collar and signaled to the barman to refill her glass. The egg shifted inside, and she gasped as the unmistakable vibrations started. Only Gideon had the remote and he was thousands of miles away in New York. Wasn’t he?
Carmel’s gasp turned into a groan as the vibrations increased. She slapped her hands flat on the surface of the bar, and tried to regulate her breathing, dimly aware of Sean sliding in the stool next to her.
“There you are. If I was given to flights of paranoia, I’d say you’re avoiding me.”
His alcohol-laced breath blew in her face as the obnoxious man leaned in close and laughed at his little joke. Carmel ground her teeth together and closed her eyes, desperately trying to stay off the orgasm that blasted egg was fast hurtling her toward. She would not come in front of Mr. Wandering Hands—Sean. No doubt he’d think she’d come from his presence alone. Sure enough, one of his beefy hands settled on her thigh and squeezed. The egg’s vibrations increased again, and perspiration dotted her lips. Her hair stuck to her damp neck, and moisture slid down her shoulder blades like the beads of water collecting on her glass in front of her.
“Say, are you quite all right, Carmel. You look flushed. Not coming down with something, are you?” Sean’s slightly slurred voice grated on her nerves, and she breathed a sigh of relief when the vibrations inside her core stopped as suddenly as they’d started. Still, she was so revved up that it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. Carmel took hold of her glass and swigged the contents down in one go. Welcome heat bathed her insides, and she pushed the noxious little man away from her.
“Nothing that getting away from you couldn’t help.” She tempered the harsh words with a small smile, not wishing to cause a scene at Lars’s wedding, but really, this Sean was too much. His hand on her thigh still inched higher, so close to the crotch of her now-soaked panties, she was surprised he hadn’t noticed. The thought that he would assume she was wet for him turned her stomach.
“Get your fucking hands off of me, Sean.” She hissed the words through gritted teeth. A hiss that turned into a groan, as the egg’s vibration kicked in again.
Shit. The thing had to be faulty. This was just her damn luck.
“Oh, come on, lady. You’ve given me the signal all evening, what with your little red dress and come-fuck-me eyes, and now you’re holding out on me? Look around, I’m the only non-puff here, so let’s have some fun.” He sneered at her and inched closer again.
“I said nooo…ah…damn.”
Her rebuff turned into a long, drawn-out moan, as she tried to get off the stool and the damn toy pressed against her G-spot. Pleasure surged through her. Hot, hard, intense, and all the more shocking due to the fact that she hadn’t come in three weeks. Gideon always placed her under a strict no-orgasm rule while he was away on business. It made their reunions all the more explosive, but it was damn inconvenient right now.
She screwed her eyes shut against the vision of herself in the mirrors behind the bar as her orgasm tore through her, and she bit her lips and groaned to stop her scream. Fingers curled in a white-knuckled grip around the bar counter’s edge, her nostrils flared as she tried to get her breathing back under control.
“That was beautiful, pet.” The deep, warm voice behind her wrapped itself around her senses. Like molten chocolate, it dripped into her consciousness, and the submissive inside bathed in the warm glow of approval. She didn’t recognize this man’s voice, but it held the edge of command that only an experienced Dom could bring to the table. His earthy, spicy scent enveloped her as he stepped so close that the heat of his body scorched her back through the thin fabric of her dress. Hot puffs of air ghosted across her neck as he whispered into her ear.
“Breathe, pet, and sit down. Keep your eyes closed for me, or I’ll have to blindfold you in front of your friends. I’m just going to deal with the rodent who seems to have attached itself to you.” She could feel the smile in the butterfly kiss this man delivered to the sensitive skin under her neck, and a shiver of need went down her spine.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
“Your birthday present, sweet thing.”
Carmel’s heart gave several erratic bumps before it settled into a somewhat predictable, if far too fast rhythm. What did he mean, he was her birthday present? Tears gathered behind her closed eyelids and threatened to spill down her cheeks. The temptation to open her eyes and see who Gideon had sent to her was almost impossible to resist. Her brave, impossibly generous Sir, who held her heart and her submission in his hands—always.
“Hey, you oaf, get your hands off of her. She’s mine.”
Sean’s whiny voice broke through her happy thoughts, and she shook her head in denial. Strong, callused fingertips grazed her jaw, and ran a path of heated awareness down her neck before they squeezed her shoulder in a silent command.
“Really? You do surprise me. From what I observed, this young lady has been trying to avoid you all evening. Following her around like a dog in heat makes you a stalker. Now, be a good boy and run along.”
“I’m not a fuckin’…That is…You have no right…”
Sean’s blustering seemed to have no effect, as her companion’s amused chuckle filled the air. Movement to her right told her that he’d stepped away, and she held her breath as the air seemed to thicken with the unmistakable odor of impending violence. The fine hair on her arms rose as her other senses heightened to compensate for her lack of vision.
“Get yourself a coffee, and sober up, or leave. Those are your only options here. If you need help I shall gladly facilitate your exit from the premises.”
His voice deepened as he spoke, and Carmel’s stomach tightened in anticipation. The clipped cadence of this man’s words signaled his annoyance loud and clear, and she was glad she was sitting down. Her wobbly legs would not be able to support her right now otherwise. She wouldn’t want to encounter that voice if they were in a scene. Goose bumps broke out across her exposed arms at the mere thought of encountering his displeasure. This man had an edge to him that reminded her of how Gideon used to be, before…
Carmel pushed those disturbing thoughts away. There was no point in dwelling on what they used to have. They were happy as they were, and she loved Gideon with all of her heart. Together they could withstand whatever life threw at them. She knew that. Again her eyes filled with tears at her husband’s thoughtfulness to arrange this—whatever this would turn out to—for her birthday.
Over the rapid beat of her heart, the sounds of a brief scuffle reached her, as though Sean had been stupid enough to put up a struggle, and then her present was back.
“I feel the need to apologize for not interfering earlier, but your Master was very specific in his requirements.” Heat engulfed her once more as the owner of that voice leaned in, and Carmel straightened when he ran what felt like his knuckles up her spine until his hand rested on her nape underneath her hair. The grip, though loose, nonetheless spoke of his possession, and Carmel sighed.
“That’s my girl. You just relax, count to ten, and then open your eyes. The newlywed couple is leaving. Go and say your good-byes and then come and see me in my room.”
He slipped a key card into her hand, and Carmel tightened her fingers around it with a gasp, as he chose that moment to brush her mouth with his. The kiss was as light as butterfly wings, yet she felt it all the way to her toes.
“There is something else I have to tell you, as per the instructions I was given. This is your choice. You either come to see me or not. There will be no repercussions either way, but know this. I very much look forward to marking that pale skin with my hands and teeth, and seeing you come apart for me.”
His breath mingled with hers as he spoke, and Carmel’s breathing sped up at the heated promise in those few words. They conjured up all sorts of delicious scenarios in her head, and she clenched her thighs to ease the resultant ache in her pussy. It had been so long since…
“Are we clear, pet?” he asked, and Carmel nodded.
“Yes, Sir, crystal.”
“Good girl, then count.”
The air moved, taking his intoxicating scent with him, and Carmel dutifully counted in her head, and opened her eyes. There was no sign of her rescuer from the hands of Sean. Only the bartender, who looked at her with a slight smile on his face, and Carmel’s cheeks heated in embarrassment. Of course he would have witnessed the whole thing. The sounds of Lars’s leaving song blasting through the air galvanized her into action and she dashed off as fast as her sling-back stilettos would let her.
Time to say good-bye to Lars and to make a decision.


Hope that got you intrigued. Stay naughty, folks.
D xxxx

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Monday, 23 February 2015

Spotlight on Abigail's Acquiescence @TaraRoseAuthor #newrelease #bdsm #mfm @sirenbookstrand

Happy Monday, folks. I have the awesome Tara Rose on my blog today with  her new release, Abigail's Acquiescence
This looks likes a fabulous new series!

Portraits of Submission 1


Tara Rose

February 16, 2015


MFM romance, fantasy, capture, May-December, anal sex, double penetration, spanking, paddling, flogging, bondage, consensual BDSM

Word Count: 41512



When Abigail Dawson is compelled by forces she can’t understand to buy an erotic painting in an antique store, she discovers it’s actually a portal to an alternate universe. Once there, she’s forced to become a sex slave to princes Jarrett and Colton, but quickly gives her heart to them as well as her body.

Jarrett and Colton are descended from one of the true kings of Ashdown. They belong to an elite group of princes who use the magick of the erotic paintings discovered centuries ago to lure women into their world for their unique sexual perversions. But as they take what is their birthright from Abigail, each man loses his heart to her in the process.

When an ancient threat from Ashdown’s enemies turns out to be within their castle walls, Jarrett and Colton become deadly pawns in a race against politics and time to save the woman they love.


The first strike on her pussy hurt like crazy, but when he then tapped it across her breasts, she bit her lip as tears spilled over her lids. They exchanged a quick glance, and then he brought it down across her pussy again. The next strike on her breasts wasn’t as forceful as the first, and the last of his five blows was across her pussy.
She thought they were going to turn her over again, but Jarrett took over once more, and he gave her three strikes on her breasts and two on her pussy. He also went easier on her breasts, but the pain was crazy now. She also was so excited she was afraid she was going to climax again. Would they know if she did when their fingers or dicks weren’t inside her? Was it worth the risk to try?
They turned her over for the last five on her ass from Colton, and he didn’t spare her at all. She yelled and tried to get away but she was restrained too tightly and couldn’t move anything except her head. Tears ran down her face when he finally finished, but they didn’t let her up. Instead she heard the stopper pop out of a bottle, and then a warm, oily finger slid into her asshole.
She moaned as he moved it in and out, relaxing as the pleasure enveloped her. He withdrew it, and then two were inserted, gently stretching the walls. She thought she knew what they were going to do, and she wanted it. It was only right they should be the first men to fuck her in the ass.
No one else but these two will ever fuck you again.
That thought clanged back and forth in her brain as the men took turns finger-fucking her in the ass. It didn’t hurt, and she wondered if she was simply used to it now, or if there was something in the oil that desensitized her. Then again, it did feel pretty damn incredible, so that wasn’t it. She giggled softly as she realized she was doing it again. She was analyzing every damn thing.
Colton crossed the room, and when he returned, one of them rubbed the same balm they’d used on her the other night into the wounds the cane had made. She sighed as the coolness spread over her skin. Then something large and covered in oil slid into her pussy, and she groaned in pleasure.
They left it inside, and she wondered if it was a dildo. When she heard the sound of condoms being put on, she was surprised. “You have those here?”
“Of course we do,” said Colton. “The potion protects against pregnancy, but some kinds of sex are messy.” Colton teased her asshole with the head of his sheathed dick. “I’ve used oil on it,” he said. “Try to keep breathing and stayed relaxed. It will help.”
His voice sounded like he was barely hanging on, and Abigail was now even more determined to make this pleasant for all of them. She closed her eyes and forced her breathing to stay deep and even as he slipped his cock into her ass. The fullness was very uncomfortable at first, especially with the dildo in her pussy, but once she grew used to it, it was delicious.
“Oh, Abigail…please tell me you’re okay. Do you like this? You’re so fucking tight but it feels incredible.”
“I love it, Sire.”
He fucked her slowly, rubbing her ass cheeks and lower back as he did so. When he pulled out, Jarrett slid his dick into her, and that was easier to take since she was now used to it. “Oh we have to do this more often. Baby, you’re so tight.”
Had he just called her baby?
Jarrett fucked her deep and slow, and each thrust massaged her clit because of the dildo. She knew she was going to come again, and this time she didn’t even care. She didn’t want to do or say anything that would make them stop.
They switched places again, and now Colton thrust a bit faster, and that did it. Abigail couldn’t stop the climax.
“I knew you’d come again.” He slapped her ass, but it was half-hearted. “You didn’t even try to stop it, did you?”
“Couldn’t, Sire.” She could hardly talk right now.
“This is incredible. Let’s give Jarrett another turn so he can feel your orgasm.”
Jarrett took his turn again and caressed the sides of her breasts as he teased her close to a third climax. “I think she’s close again. She’s going to do it. I just know she is.”
All she could do was whimper, not even caring how many strikes with the cane it would mean if she really did come again. Finally, he pulled out, and then they slid the dildo out of her pussy. They removed their condoms, and then took off the cuffs and spreader bar. Jarrett carried her into her bedroom and laid her on the bed, while Colton deposited condoms and the oil on her nightstand.
They took turns holding her and kissing her, and Abigail was out of her mind with desire. She wanted them inside her at the same time, in every hole. She’d gladly take another two canings if it meant fucking them both at the same time.
“Tell us what you want,” said Jarrett. “Say it.”
“Oh, please.”
“Tell us,” said Colton. “We want to hear you say it.”
“Fuck me. Both of you. Please.”
Jarrett cupped her face. “Where? Where do you want our cocks, baby? Tell us.”
“One in my pussy and one in my ass.”
“What will you give us for granting your request?” asked Colton, massaging her clit.
“Be careful, Abigail. We’ll hold you to that.”
“I mean it, Sire.” She had to have them. Nothing else would do.



Sunday, 22 February 2015

#SexySnippets from Carmel's Choice "Give him a show, girl." #bdsm #mfm @sirenbookstrand

Happy Sunday, folks. I really was spoiled for choice today, as to what to tease from. Under His Boss released on Thursday, Carmel's Choice comes out on Tuesday and The Uniform Fetish Anthology on the 27th.

Yes, yes, I know, Doris overload ;-)


In the end I decided on Carmel's Choice, so without further ado here is your snippet. Sightly longer than seven, forgive me, but I didn't want to cut Gideon short.

To set the scene, they are sitting in a motorway service station car park and the guy parked across from them has cottoned on to what they are doing. Gideon likes to be watched...and so does Carmel.

“Ah, we have an audience, it seems. Spread your legs, and show me how wet you are for me, dove.”
Heat climbed into Carmel’s cheeks, but she dutifully pulled her dress up and slid her fingers through her wet slit. A whimper escaped her as even that action made her pussy clench, and she dropped her gaze as the stranger sat up and grinned at her.

“Oh, no, you don’t. Look at him while you show me your fingers. I want him to get so turned on that he’ll have to jack off. Like I said, give him a show, girl. Let him see what a naughty little wife I’ve got, and let him wish he could taste you.”

[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, spanking, sex toys, HEA]

It’s just one night of kinky sex. What could possibly go wrong?

When the birthday present from her Master is one night of no holds barred kinky sex with his ex-army buddy, Carmel Blythe doesn’t know what to think. A good subbie obeys her Master’s wishes, however, and there is no denying the instant connection she has with this experienced Dom.

Topping Gideon’s gorgeous wife is the least Nash Jonas can do to repay the debt he owes the man. After all, Gideon took the bullet aimed at Nash—the very one that cost the other man his army career and put him in a wheelchair. If only Nash could keep those pesky emotions out of the deal.

Gideon cannot stand to see the sadness in his wife’s eyes, nor the restlessness in his best buddy’s soul. Pushing the two people he loves together will surely satisfy everyone’s physical and emotional needs.

Carmel’s choice may well change everything…

Releases Feb 24th and available for pre-order now at a 10% discount


Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.

Saturday, 21 February 2015

Spotlight on Susceptible to Him @AuthorLynnBurke #newrelease @evernightpub #ROTG

Susceptible to Him
A Risso Family Novella
Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 10, 2015
Lia Risso walked in on her fiancé and three other women on Valentine’s Day. Two celibate years later, her roommate creates a profile for Lia on a dating website—without her knowledge—and sets up a date. On Valentine’s Day.
Ryan Walsh, a self-made millionaire and libertine, refuses to commit to any one woman. Tossed from foster home to foster home as a child, Ryan is on guard against becoming vulnerable ever again.
One dinner…one night of dancing and flirting with the attraction between them, puts both Lia and Ryan in danger of heart break.
They have a choice—open themselves to the possibility of hurt or walk away, never knowing what might have been.
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My nerve endings stirred as the subtle scent of sandalwood wafted across the table time and again. What man used sandalwood-scented soap anymore? By the cut of his suit and the Rolex on his wrist, Ryan Walsh had money. And plenty of it. Why no expensive cologne? The chick-lure nectar of the gods his type bathed in?
He grinned again, and heat filled the empty place only Mr. Pink had seen or stroked in two years. Ryan’s attention drifted to my lips and lingered as our waiter took his time pouring our wine.
I forced myself to breathe as my treasonous nipples pebbled, begging for attention.
Damnation. I do not want this.
He was too friggin’ sexy for his own good. And by his suggestive grin and the twinkle in his eyes, he knew it too.
“Are you ready to order, Lia?” Ryan asked, his focus staying on my face instead of dipping downward like most men’s did.
Praying my voice didn’t betray my arousal, I turned my attention the waiter. “I’ll have the shrimp Fra Diavlo.”
“And for you, sir?”
Ryan spouted off a few words in Italian, never once breaking eye contact with me.
My lips twitched. Papa would be impressed.
When the waiter ambled away, a smile—a real smile, not the cocky, you-know-you-want-me ones he had offered until then—revealed straight, white teeth.  “So.”
His low voice caressed my ears, and I pressed my thighs together. Thank God I hadn’t shaved. No doubt he had little trouble getting women into his bed. Or their bed. Or against a wall.
Holy shit.
About Lynn Burke:
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
Her current work, the Risso Family Novellas, revolves around four siblings from Boston’s North End.
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