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Showing posts with label BDSM. Show all posts

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.

*winks*

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.

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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

http://www.bookstrand.com/carmels-choice



CARMEL’S CHOICE

DORIS O’CONNOR
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.

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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!


ABIGAIL’S ACQUIESCENCE ~
Portraits of Submission 1

By

Tara Rose

February 16, 2015

From



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

Word Count: 41512

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Blurb:

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.


Excerpt:

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.
“Anything.”
“Be careful, Abigail. We’ll hold you to that.”
“I mean it, Sire.” She had to have them. Nothing else would do.

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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 ;-)

*snort*

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


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Wednesday, 11 February 2015

#MWTease from Carmel's Choice "When did you stop trusting me..." #bdsm #mfm @sirenbookstrand



Happy middle of the week, folks. It's that time again to tease you all, thanks to the awesome Sandra Bunino for organsing us all every week. If you're an author, then why not join us next week? You can sign up on Sandra's blog.

I'm going to bring you an emotional scene today, taken from Carmel's Choice, which has just gone up for pre-order.

To set the scene, Carmel has sought refuge at her friend's house, after the fall out from the night she spent with Nash. She's having a hard time coming to terms with what this means for her relationship with her husband and Master. This is Carmel and Gideon finally talking....


 “When did you stop trusting me to make the right decision for us?” Carmel blinked in shock, and he knew his words hit home when she opened her mouth and nothing came out bar a strangled squeak. Damn it, he wanted to pull her on his lap and kiss the worry off her face, but they needed to sort this once and for all. It was the very basis of their relationship after all, and Carmel needed to know how much her reaction had hurt that dynamic.
“I don’t…I mean I do…That’s not fair.”
She dropped her gaze when she mumbled those words, and he dropped his voice on purpose.
“And running out like that without giving me a chance to explain was fair, was it? Turning off your phone and refusing to speak to me was fair? Putting us through hell for something that I did with our best interests at heart was fair? Bearing in mind you had a choice to go through with it and you chose Nash, yet you didn’t extend me the courtesy of explaining my reasons. I thought you knew me better than that.”
A myriad of emotions crossed Carmel’s expressive face. Shock, anger, denial, sadness. It was the latter that tore at his heart. His dove had been sad for a very long time, yet she’d never showed it this openly, and Gideon bit back a curse.
The longer she sat without saying anything, the more wretched he felt inside, and he almost didn’t hear her whispered reply over the blood roaring in his ears as his world seemed to crumple around him.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” She raised a tentative hand and touched his arm briefly before she slid off the bench and knelt in front of him. Her hair fell across her face, hiding her expression, and again he had to strain to hear her next words. “I didn’t see it that way. I was just so confused, and…Please forgive me, Sir. I would never do anything to hurt us.”
Gideon reached down, wrapped his hands in Carmel’s hair, and tugged her head up until she had no choice but to look at him, and his agitation fled at the love that shone out of her sea-green eyes. It soothed the hurt in his soul, and his chest tightened with the sheer force of his relief.
“I know that, dove, and neither would I. What I did, I did for us, though I realize I could have handled it better.”
Confusion crossed her expressive features, and there was the brief flare of anger in her eyes before her submissive side won over, and she closed her eyes and pulled a deep breath into her lungs.
“Thank you for that, Sir, but I still don’t understand why you did this. We were fine the way we were. Now…now everything has changed. I don’t know what you want from me anymore.” There was a suspicious wobble to those hesitant words, and Gideon tightened his hold on her hair until her breathing sped up and she whimpered. Her fingers curled into his legs, not that he could feel them.
 Not for the first time Gideon mentally cursed his useless appendages—all of them, for that matter. At least if his fucking dick worked, then…Gideon cursed and released his hold on Carmel. She swayed slightly but maintained her position on the floor, and he saw rather than felt her wrapping her arms around his legs and resting her head on his lap.
It used to be their favorite greeting when he came home. Her on her knees, nuzzling into his groin. Invariably his cock would leap into action, and she’d suck him off, or they would have hot, no-holds-barred sex where they couldn’t keep their hands off each other.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and forced himself to take deep breaths in and out.
“Sir, Gideon, please talk to me. I need to understand what’s going on, why you did this now, please?”
Gideon opened his eyes to find her looking up at him, and he wordlessly patted his lap. The speed with which she scrambled on top of him made his heart feel lighter, and he pulled her into a hug that he never wanted to end. She ran her hands up and down his arms and round his back, dropping kisses along his skin, until he grasped the base of her neck and took charge. Their lips smashed together in a desperate need to reconnect, and he could taste the salt of her tears on his tongue. Putting all of his pent-up emotion and frustration into the kiss, he deepened it, only releasing her lips briefly to pull in much needed oxygen into his lungs before he fucked her mouth with his tongue, like he wished he could do it for real.
Carmel squirmed and wriggled in his arms, and he drank in her needy little whimpers. The urge to run his hand under her skirt and see how wet she was for him was almost too much to resist, but they were in her friend’s garden. The last thing he wanted to do was piss Nicole off even more than she was already, so he forced himself to break the kiss. Carmel shook her head in denial, and tried to move in closer to prolong the contact, but he pulled her head back by her hair.
 A shudder went through her, and when she opened her eyes, her passion-filled gaze stole his breath. With her rosy skin flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, and her nipples hard little points that begged for his attention, his mouth watered and his skin itched with the need to take her, to be able to make her his in the most basic, primal way known to man, yet he couldn’t fucking do it.
He shook his head and groaned, and Carmel straightened and, taking his head between her trembling hands, rested her forehead against his.
“It’s okay. It doesn’t matter. I love you.”

“But it does fucking matter. You keep saying it doesn’t, but it does, Carmel, or you would never let Nash near you.”



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…

 Coming to Siren Bookstrand February 24th and now available for pre-order at a 10% discount.

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D xxx


Sunday, 8 February 2015

#SexySnippets from Carmel's Choice "I asked you a question, dove..." #comingsoon @sirenbookstrand #bdsm #mfm


Happy Sunday. folks. Time to get you all hot and bothered.

*sniggers*

I picked a hot seven for you today ... This is Carmel with her husband, Gideon.


“I asked you a question, dove, so tell me.”
Carmel screamed into the covers as he bent down and bit one lush ass cheek. Already hot from his hand, the blood rushed into the half-moon indent he left behind, and he soothed the sting with his lips, while digging his fingernails into her other cheek. A renewed gush of her juices was his reward, and he grinned.
“Tell me, girl, or this all stops now.”
“Noooo, please…” Her muffled pleas were music to his ears, and he swatted her several more times, before he pulled her up to her knees. Her puffy labia were sopping wet, her clit hugely engorged and her pussy hole clenched in seeming desperate need, as he kept her hovering on the edge of another orgasm.




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…

 Coming to Siren Bookstrand February 24th


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Friday, 6 February 2015

Romantic Rendezvous Blog Hop #winGC Sometimes it's the little things...



We all love to get away, don't we? And what better way to achieve that than in the pages of a good book. It's one of the things I love most about reading. Allowing yourself to be transported away to far flung places... or not.

Sometimes the most romantic times can be found right here at home. A candle lit dinner, a romcom fest on the telly, a surprise visit to the theatre. The list is endless, really. I would go as far as to say, my hubby turning up with a take away, and a big tub of ice cream at the end of a long trying day with the kids, is the most romantic thing ever. When the babies were little, it was his willingness to lie with a newborn on his chest, so that I could have that much needed soak in the bath.

It's the little things that can be the most romantic and mean the most.

As part of this blog I'm giving away a $10 GC. To be in with a chance to win it, please tell me in the comment what's the most romantic, small thing your other half has ever done for you.

I'm gonna leave you with one of those romantic moments from my upcoming release, Carmel's Choice, which releases February 24th.



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…

 Coming to Siren Bookstrand February 24th

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Here is that moment....


Gideon rather enjoyed the way Carmel’s mouth fell open and the worried look she gave him.
“Don’t worry, dove. You’ll like it. Nash might enjoy it less, but I’ll get a kick out of torturing him for a bit.” He added the last for Nash’s benefit, and the other man looked all set up to make some sort of rude gesture. The arrival of the coffee stopped him. He smirked as the waitress made a big show of setting the bill in front of him, and passed it to Gideon.
“You’re paying, right?”
Gideon passed the woman his credit card without looking at the bill, and she scurried off again. Carmel still looked adorably worried.
“I say we forget the coffees. There’s a nice little coffee place on the way, we can stop at and have some.”
Nash smiled his approval.
“Excellent plan. Let’s get out of this place. Stuck-up folks give me the creeps.” He adjusted his tie and winked at Carmel, who was clearly itching to ask what was going on, but the return of the waitress stopped her again.
Nash threw a twenty-pound note on the table with a curt, “For your troubles,” and then they made it out of there.
Carmel visibly relaxed when they were back out in the open.
“Phew,” she said. “You do realize we’ll never be able to go back there, right?”
Nash laughed and pulled her in for a kiss that seemed to go on forever. By the time he finally let her go, Carmel’s expression was adorably flushed and she had gone a little cross eyed. Gideon put his hand out to steady her as she wobbled, and Nash smirked.
“Damn heels,” she muttered and smiled at Gideon. “I hope you’re not expecting me to walk far in them.”
“Not at all, sweet dove. The place is only a couple of minutes away, but we’ve got time to kill, so let’s do some window shopping.”
Carmel scrunched up her face in disgust, and Nash laughed.
“What is this? A woman who doesn’t like to shop? Does such a rare specimen exist?”
Carmel stuck her tongue out at him, and then screeched and scampered out of his way when he swatted her ass once. The playfulness of their interaction continued as they made slow progress. By the time they finally reached the Lyceum Theatre, they still had an hour before the performance started, but they needed to collect the tickets anyway.
Seeing Carmel’s face drop in delight when she noticed where they were had definitively been worth all the subterfuge. She lit up like a Christmas tree when she realized they were actually going in, and Nash rolled his eyes.
“Great. I suppose I shall be prepared to suffer through this,” he said in mock annoyance, and Carmel gaped up at him.
“How can you not like The Lion King? It’s, like, my favorite Disney movie, ever. I can’t believe you actually got us tickets.” She turned to beam down at Gideon, and he took hold of her hand.
“It was one of your birthday presents. The original one involved a look backstage, but I couldn’t rearrange that at such short notice, but we do have the best seats in the house.”
“Ooooh, that is so…Thank you.” Carmel literally hopped in excitement like a small child, and Gideon exchanged an indulgent look with Nash over her head. Perhaps their plan to torture her some more would have to wait. She was far too excited about this, and he wouldn’t spoil it for her in a million years.
Sure enough, by the time they were seated and the curtain went up, Carmel was utterly enthralled in the performance and Nash was just as enthralled watching her reactions. Gideon vacillated between watching the stage and their girl, content with his lot in life right now.
The show finished to a standing ovation, and Carmel kept them entertained by her off-key-singing rendition of all the songs in the musical. By the end of their taxi ride home Nash was holding his ears, and the minute the taxi driver had pulled away he put his hand over Carmel’s mouth.
“Okay, that’s it. I vote we gag her the minute we get inside.”

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