The BDSM
Unleashed Giveaway Hop runs from July 14th -21st. Hosted by the BDSM
Authors blog this blog hop brings together readers and authors of the Genre.
I am very excited to be part of this, as
some of my favourite authors are in this hop, and I hope some of you will stay
and check out my little contribution below! The Playroom Authors are kicking
things off by posting about their love of the genre and comments on the
Playroom blog posts will count as entries to the Grand Prizes to be won.
In my little corner of the hop I'd
like to share my Club Ink series with you - a series I never intended to
write.The original idea was sparked by an Anthology call, Keyboards and Kink,
and it was supposed to have been a simple D/S shorty. However, as is so often
the case with me, my characters decided otherwise. My hero announced that he
was the owner of a Shifter BDSM club, called Club Ink, interesting second
characters popped up all over the place, and the series was born.
Can one night change your life
forever?
Estelle has been lusting after her kinky
boss Nathan for ages, but how you do you snare a much older Dom? You enlist the
help of the internet.
Matched to exploration facilitator Ink,
Estelle explores her submissive fantasies to the full. When online sex turns to
a real life ménage will a case of mistaken identity ruin her chances with
Nathan?
Or will the shifter claim his mate?
Book 2, Tiger Scars, released this week,
and we delve deeper into the lives of Ink and Cherie.
Can some scars ever truly heal?
Cherie
ran away from Ink once. She is not going to get the chance to do so again, but
helping her heal will take all of his skills as a Dom. Using Shibari, Knife
play, and Ménage sex, he shows her that pleasure can be found in the things
that haunt her.
Emotionally
and physically scarred Cherie has sought refuge at Club Ink, where she keeps
everyone at arm's length. When Ink forces her to face up to her demons, does
her submission hold the key to her future happiness? Or will their shared past
destroy them once and for all?
EXCERPT
You're safe. You're not there. No one touches Ink's
girl. You're safe.
She murmured the words to herself over and over,
forcing her feet to move, one agonizingly slow step at the time. A woman's low
drawn out moan of pleasure stopped her in her tracks, and she dared a glance
towards the stage. The tiny Japanese girl hung expertly tied from the ceiling,
her legs spread wide, her dripping wet cunt glistening in the stage lighting.
Her moans grew more urgent, as the guest Dom drew his flogger through her wet
pussy lips repeatedly, teasing her hugely extended clitoris. Every time she came
too close he withdrew. As Cherie watched in helpless fascination, he inserted a
tiny egg shaped vibrator deep inside the woman's vagina. She moaned and bucked
against her restraints when he turned on the remote, her breath coming in short
gasps of intense pleasure, her face wreathed in ecstasy.
Ink stood to one side watching the proceedings
through hooded eyes, his arms crossed over his chest, and as though he sensed
Cherie's gaze on him, he turned his head to look at her. The approval
shimmering in his warm chestnut gaze heated Cherie's frozen skin. Even the
sight of three more women tied up and waiting in the two cages onstage couldn't
break the invisible line of connection between them. He nodded to the stage
right, and Cherie obeyed immediately. Keeping her eyes on the floor she
negotiated the crowd of people and slid into the vacant chair next to Estelle
with a sigh of relief. Estelle reached across and squeezed her hand, and Cherie
grabbed hold of the life-line. This close to the stage the smell of sex and
sweat was overpowering. Her heightened shifter senses picked up everything even
without the aid of her eyes, which she kept firmly on the floor. Unwilling
arousal trickled down her spine with the beads of sweat, and she jumped when
Nathan's large hand gently but firmly uncurled the death grip she still had on
Estelle's hand. She murmured an apology at the raised welts her death grip had
caused on the other woman's skin and flinched when one of the ropes used on
stage narrowly missed her face.
Grisha was next to her in an instant, throwing the
length of rope back onto the stage with a muttered curse. Despite the fear
gnawing a hole in her gut Cherie had to smile.
"He'll fucking kill me if any of that stuff
touches you. Do us both a favor and scoot your chair back a bit,
sweetheart."
He flashed a worried looking smile her way, and
Cherie grabbed hold of the arm rests when he simply picked her up chair and all
and moved her several feet backward. Nathan did the same to Estelle's, and
Cherie had to suppress a laugh at her murmured, "Men, any excuse to show
off their muscles."
Grisha resumed his silent vigil behind Cherie, and
she did her best to try to enjoy the spectacle in front of her, all too aware
of Grisha's gaze burning a hole in her back and Ink's sheer strength of will
pinning her to the chair. By the time the performance was over and the girls
after-care had been properly taken care of, she was a quivering mass of pure
need. She couldn't even remember the last time she had been this turned on
without anyone actually touching her, and if the various couplings going on
around her were anything to go by, the rest of the audience were just as
affected. Estelle had progressed to sitting at Nathan's feet, his huge cock
tunneling in and out of her mouth, his fingers buried deep inside her open
jeans, seemingly oblivious to the fact that anyone could see. Estelle had
certainly come a long way since the first time Cherie had served her at the
bar, all concerned for the young woman's safety, and Estelle's order of a Black
Russian had spirited her right into a ménage with Grisha and Ink. A ménage
which ultimately sent her on the path of true submission and into Nathan's
loving arms.
Cherie risked a glance at Grisha's profile. Jaws
tightly clenched he kept his eyes firmly fixed on a spot at the ceiling,
looking anywhere but the spectacle in front of him. She could hear him grind
his teeth, and he balled his hands into white knuckled fists as Nathan roared
his release and Estelle panted her own orgasm at Nathan's gruff permission. He
pulled Estelle on his lap, and the tender kiss they shared had Cherie's eyes
fill with fresh tears. Grisha swore softly and not for the first time Cherie
wondered whether the forbidding Russian didn't have more than just a soft spot
for Nathan's wife.
She scented Ink seconds before his large hand
caressed her shoulder.
"You did so very well, baby girl. I'm very
proud of you. Now let's get you out of here, before my brother re-arranges that
Russian's face."
He released her shoulder and held his hand out, a
silent question in the amber depths of his eyes. Cherie put her hand in his,
ignoring the frantic beating of her heart. She could do this; she had to. The
flash of triumph in his eyes raised her anxiety levels to alarming levels, and
he pulled her up to a stand with a small smile. His nostrils flared, and heat
rose in Cherie's cheeks when he trailed a finger over her breasts. He swirled
it around the hardening peaks of her nipples, over her tummy, and down the side
of her hips. He pulled her skirt up and trailed a path of heat up her inner
thighs. She spread her legs automatically to give him better access, and his
smile deepened at her gasp, when he reached her sodden knickers. He pushed a finger
inside her, slowly withdrawing it, and then offered it to her to taste.
Transfixed by the quiet command in his eyes, she
took the digit deep inside her mouth and sucked, tasting herself with the
unique scent that was all Ink.
"Good girl. Now, let's take this to my
dungeon."
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Have I got you intrigued? Cherie and Ink have quite a back story, which proved rather challenging to me as a writer, but Ink wouldn't let me rest until I did. It was also great fun to write and I'm looking forward to delving back into Club Ink with Grisha's story. He has been growling at me ever since book 1, so I reckon he'll soon have me chained to the keyboard again.
*grin*
As part of the hop I am giving away one set of my series. All you have to do is leave a comment to be in with a chance to win the PDF copies.
And don't forget about the grand prices to be won on The Playroom blog
So, comment and then hop, hop, hop away, as there are lots of goodies to be won, and other authors to be met.
A list of all the participating authors is below. Thanks for stopping by!
