Thursday, 30 August 2012

Talking About Pie with Lee Brazil

I have the incredibly talented Lee Brazil on my blog today and just the title of his blog post makes me hungry, lol. I'm rather fond of pie myself. Read on what my guest blogger has to say on the subject.

Take it away, Lee :-)


Good morning everyone! I'm Lee Brazil, author of mm romance with Breathless Press, The Story Orgy and Silver Publishing. Most of my work is contemporary, but I have at times ventured into the realms of paranormal and historical fiction. *sips coffee* Help yourself to some coffee...and pastry, if you don't mind sweets in the am. What? No, its not  pie, it's cherry cheese Danish. Oh, that. That delicious aroma is lunch baking in the oven. It's a Martha Stewart recipe for chicken pocket pies. *sips coffee again*  It is amazing, isn't it?
I'm all into savory and hand held pies lately. I stumbled on this recipe as part of my research for It's Simple, Simon. One of the main characters in It's Simple, Simon is a baker, and his shops sell not only sweet, dessert pies but also meaty main course pies. Of course, this led me back to the origins of pie, and I found out some very interesting things while I was searching for pie information and pie recipes. *sips coffee* *nibbles cookie* Have one? Let me turn down the David Bowie music and I'll tell you a few of the more interesting things I learned about pie.
  1. Pie originated in 9500BC.
  2. The Greeks, whom we have to thank for so many wonderful things, also are credited with developing the flour/water paste that became modern pie crust.
  3. The Romans did not eat the crust of the pie, but threw it away.
  4. In medieval Europe, a pie crust was inches thick and inedible. The crust was merely the "pan" to cook the filling.
  5. The first use of the word pie in reference to food is referenced by the OED in 1303.

Who knew? There's been pie longer than I would have ever guessed, and in all those years, just about everything has been baked into a pie, form meet, seafood, and poultry to fruits, vegetables and eggs. I used that jumping off point there to allow my pie man to specialize in both savory and sweet pies. Last week I shared a pie filling recipe that works great in the freezer, this week I'll let you have the chicken pocket pie recipe. According to my notes, its based on a Martha Stewart recipe, but I'm pretty sure I don't have an actual link.
Savory Chicken Pies

  • 1 cup of diced or shredded chicken
  • 2 tablespoons unsalted butter
  • 1/2 cup chopped onion
  • 1/3 cup chopped celery (1 large stalk)
  • 1/3 cup chopped carrot (1 carrot)
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt (you can season chicken with your favorite spices)
  • 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
  • 1 1/2 cups chicken broth
  • 1/4 cup grated Parmesan cheese
  • Pastry Dough
  • 1 large egg, for egg wash

  1. To make the filling, melt the butter in a medium-sized hot skillet and add the onion, celery, and carrot. Saute over medium heat for 2 to 3 minutes. Stir in the salt and flour and cook for 1 minute more. Add the chicken broth and stir until thickened, about 2 minutes. Stir in chicken and Parmesan cheese. Cool in the fridge.
  2. Preheat the oven to 375 degrees. Butter or line a baking sheet.
  3. To form the pocket pies, work with half of a disk of dough at a time, rolling it out on a floured surface. Using an overturned bowl (about 5 inches across), cut out circles about 3 at a time from each piece of dough. After cutting out all your circles, gather all dough scraps, reroll, and cut out a final time. Place 1/4 cup filling on one side of a dough circle. Wet the edges of the dough with the water. Fold the dough over to form a half circle. Pinch the edge of the dough together. Crimp the edge with a fork. Repeat the process until all the filling is used. The pocket pies can be frozen at this point.
  4. Place the pocket pies on the prepared baking sheet and chill for a few minutes. Prick each pie on top twice with a fork. When ready to bake, beat the egg with 1 tablespoon water. Brush the egg wash over each pocket pie. Bake for 20 to 25 minutes, until golden brown. Let rest for 5 minutes before serving. The pies can be cooled and frozen to reheat in the microwave.

Oh, and here's a glimpse of my contemporary take on the Nursery Rhyme, Simple, Simon, in which we meet a very talented baker who specializes in ...what else but pie?

It's Simple, Simon
By Lee Brazil
M/M contemporary romance
Breathless Press's Naughty Nursery Rhymes
Simon Carter has achieved unimaginable success and he owes it all to a man from his past whose scorn set fire to his ambition.

"It's Simple, Simon. You lack ambition."

Chase Garvin's jibe had sent Simon Carter on unexpected paths and brought him unimaginable success. No longer a penniless musician, the highly paid investment banker is going home for the first time in years. He plans to rest, relax, and spend a little time rubbing his ex-lover's nose in his success. A visit to the Renaissance Fair brings this not-quite-so-simple- Simon nose to nose with his past and somehow revenge doesn't seem quite so attractive.

Chase Garvin, Denver, Colorado's very own Pie Man, is still incredibly handsome. What's more, the more mature Chase is very appreciative of Simon's talents.

When the old attraction flares between them, Simon and the Pie Man get caught up in tasting the wares, and neither counts the pennies.

He sniffed the golden pies. Mmm. Chase had always been talented in the kitchen. The aroma was intoxicating. Delicious. As he ate, savoring the flaky crust and rich fillings, he contemplated the man who'd treated him to the pies. Chase was one hot baker. He'd always been sexy, but there was no way that hunk of beef could fit into his old Renaissance garb. Chase had put on muscle. His shoulders had broadened, his biceps bulged, and mmm.... The rest was hidden behind that voluminous apron, but Simon doubted that it had changed much.
Best of all, Chase still seemed to find him attractive. That was just icing on the cake. The sugar on the pie? He chuckled softly. Whatever it was, he liked it. Liked the idea that Chase might still be interested in him sexually. As he licked the sugary filling off his fingers, he contemplated abandoning his plan. After all, Chase hadn't meant to hurt him years ago, and he'd certainly seemed welcoming enough, even though to all appearances Simon hadn't changed over the years. Yeah, there really wasn't any reason to prove to Chase how successful and ambitious he really was. He should just come clean.
On the other hand, he felt like enough of an idiot for hiding his success in the first place. He bit into the next pie, feeling the juice trickle down his chin. He licked at it, chewing and swallowing, scrabbling absently for a napkin to wipe his chin. It would be horribly embarrassing to go back to that booth and offer to pay for the pies, to tell Chase why he hadn't wanted to pay in the first place.
"Here, I'll get that for you." Chase grabbed his napkin. To his surprise, Chase drooped down onto the grass next to him. Instead of dabbing his chin with the white paper napkin, the man leaned forward, his breath a warm buttery scented breeze as he hovered close for a moment before gently licking the juice off Simon's skin.

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Guest Interview with Debut Author Yazmin Subha

I am incredibly excited to have a very good friend and talented new author Yazmin Subha on my blog today. Her debut novel, Wildfire released last Friday and you're going to love it!

So without further ado, let me probe Yazmin with my nosy questions :-)


Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

A. Hi Doris. Firstly thank you for having me on your blog. About me…hmmm  I am a mother of two teenage children and wife to a hardworking man, who puts up with my netbook constantly on my lap. My job takes me away from writing for four days of the week. I love reading books from different genres and enjoy a opening a bottle of red wine with friends.

Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?

A. LOL. Well it started on one bored evening when I was chatting online with my Critique group, UCW. All the ladies seemed to be talking about their current WIP and I was just saying how bored I was. Cherie Nicholls, who is a fabulous author, set a five hundred-word challenge to include a carwash, a dress and a stranger. That was the start and once my friends read it they demanded more which eventually became Wildfire.


I remember that evening well :-)

Q. Tell us about your cover.

A. I love my cover. It was created by Victoria Miller at Breathless Press and shows Millie in the arms of Braden and there are hints of a Vampire bite on her neck. The ability to create fire is part of Millie's gift, which links to the title as well.

Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us

A. I work four days of the week, which is great but also a nuisance when I have a story in my head.  I try to write after dinner, homework done and 'mum's taxi' is finally parked. Usually my best days for writing are when I do not work. I sit in bed and write, whilst chatting online, checking emails and catching up with news from my writer friends. Sometimes I get a lot done, sometime not much but I try to keep going.

Q. What inspires you?

A. The success of the ladies in my critique group, who I am honoured to call friends. Some are aspiring, some newly published and other who are multi published. They celebrate with me in the 'ups' and keep me going in the 'downs'.

I know just what you mean. They're a great bunch of ladies!

Q. If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

A. Bored!


Q. What could not do without when you’re writing?

A. Tea, music, chocolate and wine.

Q. What words of wisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

A. Read everything, get involved with a crit group who can advise and cheer you on and keep going. Write for yourself and because there are stories in you, not just to be published.

Q. Where do you see yourself in ten year’s time?

A. Filthy rich after a hugely successful series of blockbuster books!
Err…okay, enjoying life, having more time to write and living life to the full.

Lol, well you may well be!

Q. Do you have a favourite quote?

A. Raven McAllan once said to me 'Write as you can, not as you think you should.'

Q. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

A. LOL, constantly! I think I saw an interview with Nora Roberts who said something like, write through your block, because you can always go back and improve, but you cannot improve what you have not written. I try to do that or console myself by eating chocolate.

Q. What other books can your readers look forward to?

A. My first ever story 'Logan's Captive' is now part of an anthology called The Blood Bar Chronicles, book 3: The Enforcers. This should be out later this year through Breathless Press and a Free Read short story for Breathless press, called 'Unlimited' in a collection written by The Nuthouse Scribblers called 'With Love From Val and Tyne'  is available now.  I have a story in an anthology called 'Eclipse of the Blood Moon'. My contribution is called 'Gypsy Butterfly' and the anthology is published by Evernight Publishing later this year.  Also I have a book recently contracted with Breathless Press called 'Guardian Awakening'. I am hoping this will be a series of three, the second of which is written in draft form so far.
As for other…well watch this space!

Q. And finally can you share an excerpt with us?


One taste and Braden knew Millie was the one.  Considering their tormented history, this fiery witch would rather die than give herself to a vampire.

Braden has searched all his life for the one who will help him regain his humanity and give him absolute power. One bite and he knew Millie was the one he had been searching for. Millie, a fiery red head is the last one in the line of high born witches who would rather die than give herself to this vampire. After all he killed her mother for her blood as well, didn’t he?  But in a twist of fate Millie learns too late what the truth is. But will death be the only thing that unites them?


She was slight, her curves meshing against him as though they belonged next to him. She continued to wriggle her lower half trying to get out of his arms. Only the friction awoke the fierce passion residing underneath his skin, and his cock hardened.
"Be still my wild fire, it will be easier." Braden spoke in a low tone directly into her ear. He caught the smell of her hair and could not resist burying his face in the mass of red curls. He groaned with need. Need for blood and need for her.
His voice soothed her anxiety and he felt her stop trying to get out of his arms. Her heart beat slowed down, eventually matching his own. Synchronised again, Braden kissed the back of her head. Enjoying the feel of her silky hair in his face, he bathed in her curls. Moving the curls away from her neck, he bent down, opened his mouth, and sucked the skin on her neck. She tasted of nectar, his very own personal brand.  His head screamed to bite, to taste that rich blood he had sipped last night in the car wash. But the man in him wanted her to be willing, to take her as she reached the height of orgasm as she had nearly done so in the car wash. This time he would be inside her, not just pleasuring her with his hands.
His mind came back to the present as he felt little shakes coming from her, and he realised she was crying.
Her little voice wobbled and she gave a sob, "don't hurt me, please."

Now, doesn't that sound great?

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Tuesday, 28 August 2012

And my winner is...

Thanks again to all of you who joined the blog hop. My winner chosen with the help of is Tami B, who wins an e-copy of her choice.

Congratulations, Tami :-)

Sunday, 26 August 2012

Book Spot Light - Mia's Submission by Sandra Bunino

If you're here for the Breathless Press Birthday Blog Hop please click HERE or click on the graphic on the side bar ----------------------------------->>>


I have the lovely Sandra Bunino on my blog today with her new release, Mia's Submission. You will have met her characters in her short story in The Keyboards and Kink Anthology .

I for one can't wait to find out what Mia gets up to in this story!


Hardworking Mia Lavender's been offered a promotion she can’t refuse--VP of Client Experience at New York’s exclusive BDSM club, The Satin Rose Experience, or SRE. Mia's kept her submissive tendencies a secret, until now. She'll have ample opportunity to explore her fantasy because to succeed in her new role at SRE, she will need on-the-job training at the hands of Asher Cane.

During Asher Cane's very first training session with Mia, he fails to follow his own rules and has the hottest vanilla sex of his life. Mia needs training, and Asher is damned if he'll allow another Dom to touch her. Can Asher be the dispassionate trainer Mia needs to learn the exquisite give and take of dominance and submission? Or will her submission come only at the cost of his heart?

Mia’s Submission is Book One of The Satin Rose Experience (SRE) series.

SRE, New York’s elite BDSM club residing on the twentieth floor of Rosebud Resorts, contains ten uniquely themed suites, each with its own story to tell. Find the introduction of SRE in The Satin Rose Experience, a short story in Evernight Publishing’s Keyboards and Kink Anthology.

“Training starts now, Mia. To do the job of Vice President of Client Services at SRE you must know what your clients will experience. They will come to you for information, advice and counsel. The only way you can truly help them is if you’ve experienced it yourself, to feel what they’ll feel. So, what do you think of Suite Five?” Asher asked, unknotting his tie and pulling it from his collar.

“It’s cold, both physically and visually. It’s not very comfortable.”

Asher grinned and nodded while draping the tie over his jacket. “Then it does its job. That’s exactly how it should feel in here. The submissive is supposed to feel physically insecure in this suite to help grow his or her trust in the Dominant.” He turned, locked eyes with Mia and sauntered toward her. “I hope to gain more of your trust today.”

Mia took a deep breath and her shoulders began to relax.

“Having said that, I’m sticking to the plan. Not like last night. Training is mandatory for this position and if I can’t control myself and train you properly, someone else will have to do it. I won’t have that. No one else touches you. Do you understand?”

“Of course,” Mia whispered. She couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone else.

“You remember our safe word, Mia?”

She nodded and stared into his dark brown eyes.


“Yes and please use it when you need to. Don’t think of it as a show of failure or fear. It’s the only way I’m going to understand your limits. Any questions before we begin?”

Mia’s eyes darted around the stark suite. “Cameras?”

Asher grinned. “The camera is in the mirror…” He strode to the large mirror where the note was placed and pointed. “It’s off and security is instructed to leave it off, unless you prefer to have it on,” he said and raised his eyebrows.

“No. No camera. This is going to be hard enough for me.”

“The purpose of the surveillance is not so that our security can watch, believe me; they’ve seen so much that it’s like watching a baseball game to them. It’s for the safety of our clients.”

“I understand but I still don’t like it. Plus I don’t feel unsafe with you,” Mia said with a shy smile.

He stepped toward her while unbuckling his belt. “I’m glad to hear that. Now turn around.”

She smiled at him and turned to face the wall once again. His silky, commanding voice washed over her body and soaked the juncture between her legs. Strong hands immediately kneaded at her shoulders and down her arms. Warmth sank into her flesh and she leaned back to capture more of his body heat. She relaxed momentarily but was snapped back on guard when his powerful hands encircled her ribcage and his fingers slipped between the buttons of her blouse. The sound of tearing fabric filled her ears as buttons popped from their stitching and flew in different directions. She sucked in a breath as he rid her of her shirt in one fluid motion.

“Put your hands together behind your back,” Asher’s honeyed voice buzzed through her.

She did as she was told and laced her fingers together at the top of her ass. The jingle of his belt buckle rang in her ear followed by a whoosh of leather sliding through fabric. Warm straps encircled her wrists, the buckle clanging in uneven tones as he tied it tight between her hands.

Mia swallowed hard and pulled at her hands, trying to loosen the bonds. She was firmly bound with no chance of freedom. Her breath quickened, stoking the fire growing in her belly. The bed springs creaked and she turned her head toward the sound.

“A submissive would be punished for that peek,” he growled.

She whipped her head back to face the wall.

“Come to me.”

Relieved to leave her corner, Mia spun on her heels and stepped toward him. Asher sat on the edge of the bed with his feet apart and patted the top of his thighs, beckoning her to the spot in between his knees. She complied and the heat of his hands enveloped her body as he pulled her in. She arched her back while his fingers teased up to the lacey band across her ribcage. He unsnapped her bra before pulling her hairpins, releasing her long, dark locks. Coiling her hair around his palm, he pulled downward, tipping her face toward the ceiling. He fondled the lace fabric of her bra, which only stayed secured by her arms pressed against her body. He slowly removed the band of lace and a rush of chilly air surrounded her breasts. The cool temperature was replaced with liquid heat when he took her nipple between his teeth. Mia moaned as sparks traveled from her breasts down to her core.

“Keep your legs straight and bend forward.”

Heated palms slid down her back, encircled her waist and guided her forward so that she was bent over his leg, her face and chest resting on the bed.

From the corner of her eye, she caught a partial reflection of the back of her legs and her ass, lifted high in the air. Her pussy ached with exquisite need as she watched his hands gently lift the fabric of her skirt. Mia closed her eyes as his palm rubbed small circles over her ass cheek and thigh. The heat suddenly disappeared and her eyes shot open in time to watch his hand come down with a slap. She whimpered as the sound echoed through the room. His palm continued to rub the sting from her suddenly very pink cheek. He followed the same routine on the other side and she cried out in passion the second time, anticipating the erotic burn. Craning her neck, she admired the matching pink splotches on both ass cheeks.

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Sandra Bunino began a love of romance stories while penning a creative writing assignment in high school. The story ended with the heroine receiving a long stemmed red rose in her locker on Valentine’s Day. Since then, all of her stories feature the hero presenting the heroine with roses. Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.
These days, Sandra lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family.
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Friday, 24 August 2012

Breathless Press Birthday Blog Hop

Welcome readers to the Breathless Press Birthday Scavenger Hunt Blog Hop!
We have nineteen blogs participating, and each author is giving away a prize, books, name it!

BUT...It's Breathless Press's Birthday!

And have they got a gift for one lucky reader! Visit every blog in the hop, and locate the eighteen clues- blue letters. Create a list of each author whose blog you visit (Don't forget to leave a comment so your visit can be verified!) and the blue letter you found on their post, unscramble the message, and email the whole list to .

(Note: You are only eligible to win if you visit & comment on ALL blogs!)
Your email makes you eligible to win a 50 BOOK LIBRARY! Fifty books of your choice from Breathless Press! That's approximately a $150 dollar value!

Now doesn't that sound exciting!

To find my blue letter, read on, as I wax lyrically about Breathless Press.

You may or may not know that my writing journey is quite closely linked to Breathless Press. You see, I never set out to become an Erotic writer - oh no, sirreee, not me...

*chuckles to self*

Then I read about a submissions call for BP's Hot Shots Anthology, which by the way is an ongoing submissions call. Check out the deets here.

I had an old story knocking about that I had written just for fun, and I decided to resurrect my characters from that story - Rashid and Astrid. So, with my tongue firmly stuck in the side of my cheek I wrote Awakening in just over a week and sent it off. 

I'm still in awe of that cover. They've got Rashid's stare just right...


Now where was I? Oh yes, my journey. I had to wait a while to get the yey for Awakening, and when it came BP liked the story so much that they published it as a stand alone, rather than part of the antho. Yeah, that made me smile. I was firmly hooked on writing erotic, and my writing got hotter and hotter. Check out Goldie and her Bears. That was my first ménage story...

And boy oh boy were those bears demanding. wrote the first draft of that story in just three days. And again I had so much fun writing it.

Check out all my BP works on my page here and whilst you're there do make sure to download my free read, if you haven't already. In fact, why not grab all the free reads available. You won't be disappointed!

Now, for my price. I am giving away an e-copy of one of my books, check out my website for all the available titles. Just leave a comment and let me know which one you'd like, and then carry on right on hopping away and collect those letters for the grand price. 

Good Luck and Happy Birthday Breathless Press!

Participating Authors:

DC Juris    Gayl Taylor        Em Woods          Havan Fellows
Dianne Hartsock          Lee Brazil            Carrie Pulkinen 
Raven McAllan            SJ Thomas          Yazmin Subha

Thursday, 23 August 2012

Book Spot Light - Tied up in Wonderland by London Saint James

Today sees the release of Evernight's newest Naughty Fairytale, Tied up in Wonderland, and I'm chuffed to bits to have London on my blog, telling us more about it.

I don't know about you, but I just love these NFT's, so enjoy :-D


I’m happy to be one of the authors included in the Naughty Fairy Tale line through Evernight Publishing.  When I first found out they were doing Naughty Fair Tales, I knew I had to part of what would be some unique and scorching hot stories.  I thought about all the fairy tales I loved as a child, and the one that kept popping up was Alice in Wonderland. 
Putting my naughty twist to Alice was super fun to write, and I hope people will enjoy reading Tied Up In Wonderland, as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Once upon a time there was a snoopy reporter, one Master Dom who wanted her for his own, and an underground bondage club that could mean the story of the year…

When Allison McCray decided to go undercover and pose as a submissive college girl named Alice Smith, she may have found herself in over her head. Especially when she becomes the new pet of someone they call Master Hatter.

Having Alice in his club may have been what Master Hatter always dreamed of, only he wished she were there as the woman he knew as Allison, not Alice. No matter. He’d play any game she wanted, and perhaps somewhere along the way he would show his “little Alice” what she’d been missing, one well-placed swat at a time.
But does Alice truly have what it takes to be a submissive, find the answers she seeks, learn the identity of the Master, and break the story that could make Allison McCray a household name? Or will she forever be tied up in Wonderland?

**Warning** Tied Up In Wonderland contains bondage, sex toys, and anal sex.


          The sound of the motorcycle revved. Stopped. Boots hit the pavement, the footfalls echoing my way.
     “Turn around,” he said. It was the voice of Master Hatter. God, I wanted to see him. Rip the mask off and look at him, but I did as he commanded. I turned. “You are not allowed to remove the mask, or speak. You will do as I instruct without question. Nod your head if you understand.” I nodded. A warm hand grabbed my hand. “Come with me.” He walked me a few steps forward. “Stop, and lean your back against this wall.” I felt in front of me. It had to be the block wall of the building behind the pool hall. “Do it, Alice.” My fingers skimmed down the rough surface. I flipped around. Leaned against the wall. This would probably put more than a smudge on my champagne colored shirt, but if I got into to Wonderland, so be it. One ruined blouse was worth it. “Unbutton your shirt.”
     I know my hands were shaking, but I unbuttoned my shirt. I knew when Master Hatter moved the material aside. The night air caressed my exposed flesh. He tugged at the chain, stretching my nipples, and elongating my clit. A sensation that I can only describe as hot, flashed across every inch of me. He tugged once more. Burning flames consumed my sex. I wanted to cum. No other thought but that lingered in my mind.
     “Hike your skirt,” he said. That low grumble of stern mastery outlined each of his words. “Slowly.”  I grabbed the material of my skirt, gathering it up, doing as he wanted, slow. “Stop, and give me your foot, Alice.” I lifted my right foot. Hands caressed my calf. He lifted my leg, placed my foot on something. Perhaps the seat of his bike. “Lift your skirt, higher.”
     I did, and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I was in a dark alley, with someone I didn’t know, my shirt open and flapping in the breeze, my leg hiked up, wearing nothing beneath my partially clothed body with tweezer clamps attached to not so secret parts. I had my skirt lifted up past my hips. Totally exposed.

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Wednesday, 22 August 2012

On a Dare - Guest blog and GIVEAWAY by Alyssa Fox

I have Alyssa on my blog today with her latest sexy tale, On A Dare. Sounds like a scorcher! Read on and don't forget to leave a comment, 'cause Alyssa is giving away a copy to celebrate her release.


These days, dating sites are very well known and having success rates.  It seems more and more people are comfortable with using them to find a date. So, when I wrote On A Dare, I thought, why not a BDSM website. I mean come on, with the erotic genre with books on this, they’re becoming well known just like the other dating sites.

I’m sure most of the appeal is that the person using it can become relaxed and explore this side. Maybe for some it’s a fantasy, but for others they want to find more. A submissive wants to find that Dom that she clicks with, and can give her what she’s been desireing and vice versea.

When I started this book, I thought, what would happen if an independent woman went onto one of these sites? She has this desire to give herself fully to a dominant man that she can trust. Not because she wants to be a doormat, but because she’s always in charage and wants a man to take charge—to know her body so well that she doesn’t need to think—only feel. From there, that’s how this story began.


 On a dare from her good friend, Kaily Summers goes onto a BSDM dating site where she meets Master Jason who's been mastering her body through a computer screen. In the safety of her home she can let loose and be herself. She can indulge in the fantasy without risking her heart or at least she thinks so. Now he's set everything up to meet in person.

Jason had played with many subs since coming into the lifestyle. He’s never allowed anyone in his personal space, but something about her calls to him like no other. He’s certain he’s lost his mind, taking on one on-line, something he’s never done before. Some might call him crazy, but he feels the connection and wants her in his arms and life for good, but will their romance sizzle off the screen, or will they both end up heartbroken?


Making their way inside the bedroom, he placed her on her feet. She felt his muscles bunch as her body slid along his. His erection rested at her stomach. Heat pooled deep inside of her. Fear fluttered through her mind, but honestly she had nothing to worry about. They’d played many times online. This time was for real––finally.
“I want you to take off your clothes, fold them, and then hand them to me. Understand?” “Yes, Sir.”
Grabbing the hem of her dress, she lifted it up and over. Jason’s gaze never wavered, watching every move she made as he always did on cam. Undressing her with those deep chocolate brown eyes which took on a darker tint. She folded the dress, took her bra and thong off doing the same.
“Good girl. From now until you come you’re to call me Master J. No talking unless you’re screaming, moaning or screaming my name.”
Kaily nodded not trusting her voice at the moment. Her nipples pebbled with each command that came from him. He’d not touched her and yet she felt moisture starting to drip down her legs. How could he make her so needy, with just a few words?
“Spread your legs. That’s it. Good girl.” He dropped to his knees, stroking her inner thigh. Leaning in, he licked up her juices. The first touch of his warm lips sent jolts through her body forcing her to jerk closer to his mouth. Slowly, ever so fucking slowly, he ran his tongue up her leg and his thumb found her tight little nub and started rubbing. His other hand kneaded her breast, pinching and pulling at her nipples. Need soared from her body. She needed more of him, needed him deep inside of her, filling her.
Son of a bitch. He’d touched her for less than five minutes and already her body had lit up like a Christmas tree. Jason replaced his fingers with his mouth. Oh. God. The man knew how to use his tongue. Biting down on her lip and hoping to stop the orgasm that came roaring closer. It was no use, Jason didn’t show any mercy as he licked her from slit to clit and back. He pulled her clit into his mouth and bit down gently. The assault on her breast stopped and she almost protested from the loss of sensation.
Kaily grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. Fire rushed to her clit, her breathing grew faster along with her orgasm. Jason lifted her leg over his shoulder opening her up more. Every part of her tingled, ached for his touch.
“Come, my sweet pet. I want you to give me your cream.”

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Monday, 20 August 2012

Four heroes, four heroines, and three books- Guest blog and GIVEAWAY by Raven McAllan

No, I really ought to know better than to let Raven loose on my blog, cause once her and Budda get together...

*shakes head*

Anyhoo, I suppose I have to forgive her, being honorary grandma and all that, and she does have a new book out. The deliciously naughty A Most Unusual Mistress, so without further ado, I give you Raven...


Four heroes. Four heroines and three books.
Raven McAllan's regency trilogy, Rogue Scandals is here in print.

Not only that the third of those books has just released as an eBook, the first two are out there already.

Wallflowers Don't Wilt, To Please A Lady and A Most Unusual Mistress

Hi this is me, Raven… No please do not  groan. I know I'm all over the place at the moment, but hey, I'm excited.  It's been a hectic week, and now I'm here, I'm going to sit back, cuddle my boy and relax. Doris makes great coffee. Not like me. Many years ago I moved into my first flat. My mates bought me a cookbook, with a chapter on 'How to make coffee.' Two weeks later someone tore the chapter out and said very nicely. "Hey, look, how about if we make the coffee? You provide the cake."

So Doris is forewarned and has made the coffee. I've bought the cake (gluten free chocolate orange if you're interested) and Markus is er inhaling it. Lucky I don't have to wash him. Oh I do?  (grabs the wet wipes.)

So where was I? Oh yes, books. A Most Unusual Mistress in specific. Well if I show you the blurb you'll have an idea just why I love Adriana, my heroine.

Why be a wife if a mistress has more fun? All Adriana has to do is get Ashley to agree...

Finding her intended bollocks-deep in his mistress when she is trembling with wanting and suppressed desires does not impress Adriana. If being a mistress entails being part of such passion, then a mistress only she will be.

Ashley, Earl of Addersley, thinks otherwise. He wants a wife on his terms. Terms that would send this lady of the Ton screaming...or would they?

An agreement, a challenge, a single night of mind-blowing passion very well may determine the outcome. Wife or mistress? Which shall it be?

So do you see what I mean? Feisty isn't the half of it. I suspect Ashley has met his match, don't you?

I could no longer write a story with a wimp as a heroine as I could eat tripe. (Or read it for that matter—tripe I mean)  I like to know they will give as good as they get. Adriana certainly fits into that category.

Mind you so do Arabella, Serena, and Hermione. None will suffer fools (or mundane men) in any shape or form. I love them.

So just to give you a flavor of Rogue Scandals, Here's the mini- blurb for the print book…

Wallflowers Don't Wilt
Two women on the verge of freedom. One man looking for adventure. Can he persuade them that freedom comes in many forms, including three bodies entwined?

To Please a Lady
When your lovers are lovers themselves, and want you to help them make the perfect triangle, what do you say? "Persuade me," of course!

A Most Unusual Mistress
Why be a wife if a mistress has more fun? All Adriana has to do is get Ashley to agree.

All three books are set in Regency England, and I had so much fun researching them.

Oh sorry Doris just nudged me. I forgot you'll need an excerpt from 'Mistress' won't you. Hold on how about this?

The door to her bedchamber was ajar, the flickering flames of the fire throwing patterns and reflections on the walls inside.
In his usual understated manner, he pushed the door open farther and saw her sitting quietly in a chair beside the hearth, a lamp beside her and an open book on her lap. Her long hair was loosened from all confines and streamed in glossy waves down her back, partially covering her gauzy robe. Seemingly she did not hear him, for she neither looked up from her book nor acknowledged his presence.
“My orders were explicit. I wish you to be naked. You knew this and chose to ignore them? As my mistress, you will always greet me on occasions such as this, unclothed. Naked except for this.” He took a string of perfectly matched and graded pearls from his pocket and let them slip between his fingers, their shimmering surfaces dancing in the firelight. Once around her neck they would be a perfect pathway all the way down her body to her cunt.
He watched as Adriana carefully placed a marker into her book before closing it and setting it on the table. Her head tilted up to look at him, and he saw the laughter and desire lurking in her eyes. She made no move to take the pearls from his out- stretched hand.
“So?” he prompted.
So?” she parroted. “As I am not yet your mistress, I see no need to follow any direction you give me. If and when I do become she, then of course I will heed your directives.”
Tease. So she chose to poke and prod. So be it.
“Then we must discern if that role is one you wish. Possibly ‘tis time for your audition.”
She rose gracefully and stood in front of him, her unfettered breasts, only covered by a thin layer of gauze, rubbing the cloth of his coat, before looking him up and down, slowly, measuring, and to his suddenly impatient cock, arousing.
“And yours, my lord. And yours. However, I cede to your superior knowledge on this occasion and look to you for direction.” He took one soft hand and kissed her wrist before a tiny nip to the soft flesh on her Mount of Venus had her gasping and him groaning with need. Ashley, he admonished himself silently. Remember to go soft and slow will bring the fastest results.
He so wanted those results sooner rather than later. In order to hear that soft, sexy sigh again, he repeated his actions on her other wrist, reveling in the tiny bruise he created.
There and then, he determined once she was his, he would mark her in more ways than a sexy bruise. His mark, whether they became man and wife—which he devoutly hoped—or not, would be inked on her in a place only he would have access to. The thought increased the pressure in his pantaloons as his man- hood, swollen already, began to demand immediate recognition and restitution for its patience. He thanked his tailor for the soft- knitted garments that stopped him from being in more agony than he already was.
“Well then, my dear, it is time for me to show you just what you will expect, experience, and enjoy as my mistress. Take the gown off.”

He waited. “Did you not hear?” He deliberately made his voice harsh. “I heard.” He could tell she knew she was insolent in her manner. Her eyes gave her away. “I was making my considered decision.”
“I trust...” His tone was scathing. “That has now been made? And in your own time you will apprise me of it?”
Hah. Why did she like to tweak the tail of the tiger? For she knew it took a lot for him to lose that legendary temper of his. Also that on the rare occasions he did, grown men were known to seek cover. She, however, was continuing to provoke him, and his tail was lashing.
He wondered what he would do if she called his bluff. For he might like to dominate, but he was no true dominant. Coercer, persuader, encourager, yes. But dominant, as some people he knew were? No, never that. His dominance was definite, detailed, but limited to what he wished. That this was nowhere near what a true dominant desired or demanded neither bothered him nor made him wonder why. Ashley was truly comfortable in his own body. Usually. Now his greatest desire was to be comfortable in hers. Ever since his visit from an ill-at-ease Barnes, the newspaper owner, and that astonishing announcement from his—as he thought—contented fiancée, his libido had been rising, intrigued and demanding knowledge of what she wanted.
As he now was mistress-less, it amused him to think he could have both that and a wife—for whatever she said, she would not renege on that agreement—he would make sure of it—in one persona. Perhaps, he mused, as he continued to watch her tussle with herself, the way to keep a husband from straying is to be a wife and lady in the drawing room and a licentious whore in the bedroom, as Ivo had commented.
Still, she stood close, hardly touching. But she made no move to disrobe, merely studied his face, her own expressionless. Time to force the issue.
“By your lack of compliance, do I take it you are no longer desirous of pandering to my every whim? You wish not to service me, how and when I please? Then, my dear, I will go and continue with the plans for our nuptials...” he paused, ready to take the biggest risk so far in all of this risky business. “And, I bid you goodnight.” He bowed, making sure she could not read his eyes, and turned.
He had taken but two steps.
“Stop.” Her voice was shaky but unwavering. He stood but did not turn. “I accept. I will do as you ask.”
Without haste, he changed direction and raised an eyebrow. “Be my wife?”
“No.” Now her voice was determined. Slowly, she smiled a smile both mischievous and full of promise, and her hands moved to the front of her gown. “No, my lord. I am not to be a pass- ing thought in your mind. I am to fill your mind. During every waking moment you will think of me, lust for me. During your sleep, your dreams will be of me, of filling me, and exploring our desires. I will be a mistress and more. I will be your nemesis and your soul.”

Now, do you see what I mean about feisty?

Okay, so if you've read your way through all this you deserve a treat. So how about I give one of each of those three ebooks away?  Comment and tell us what you like in a heroine. (and which book you'd prefer if you have a preference.) Three winners will be chosen at random. And if you don't win, you can buy them from

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Meanwhile… Can I have a refill please Doris…and some more wet wipes for Markus. He's found my lipstick, er and your nail varnish, and dammit the chocolate fingers …


*grumbles to self and heads to the shower with the baby*

Don't forget to leave a comment. Raven is giving away three (!) copies. So comment and share, 'cause really those books are fab. I've read them!