Evernight's #BookBoyfriend Meet Grisha #KindleGiveaway

Book Boyfriends...

They can be strong and sexy, dark and dangerous, rebellious and reckless or cute and quirky. We love to fall in love with these irresistible heroes and Evernight Publishing has them all!

The authors of Evernight invite you to a Speed Date challenge. Their cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, shifters, even steam-powered heroes are waiting to meet you on each author website. 50 heroes in 7 days! Are you up for the challenge?

Pull up a chair and get to know every single one. I’d love to introduce you to my hero...

Grisha Sergewski was one of those heroes that came out of nowhere and just wouldn't be silenced. This Russian is a Siberian Tiger Shifter, and after Ink the most respected and experienced Dom at Club Ink, the exclusive BDSM club nestled away in a nondescript side street in the middle of London, UK. 

He first made his presence known in Riding Her Tiger,

book one in my Club Ink series. Heroine Estelle went to the bar to order a drink and this is what happened...

"So, what will it be, doll?"

"A black Russian, please, and my name is Estelle." Cherie smirked, looking behind her and made herself busy fixing the drink.

"Someone called for me?"

The deep accented voice rumbled through Estelle, and two heavily muscled arms came round her and caged her in against the bar. Eyes the color of coal connected with hers in the mirrors behind the bar, the man's white hair a direct contrast to the ebony hues of his skin. He, too, seemed a walking furnace. He rested his chin on her shoulder and inhaled deeply.

"Hmm, so sweet and fresh and unclaimed." Cherie rolled her eyes at Estelle and passed her the drink she ordered.

"She asked for a drink, not you. The lady is spoken for, so back off, Grisha." She smiled at Estelle and glared at Grisha.

He chuckled again, dropped a kiss against the rapidly beating pulse in Estelle's neck and pulled back just enough to enable Estelle to swing round on her chair.

And just like that this play boy Dom refused to leave. He's part of menage in the first two books, and it's in book two, Tiger Scars,

that we first get to see his deeper side. There is much more to Grisha than the charming, happy go lucky Dom he likes to show to the world.

It was Grisha's voice she heard now, his accent heavier than normal, as he berated the cleaning crew. A thin shaft of light darted through the slightly open door. That explained why she could hear the ruckus. Ink's dungeon was sound-proof. She giggled when Grisha gave up on trying to talk in English and lapsed into a furious string of Russian swear words instead. Something had seriously rattled him this morning. It took a lot to get Grisha to lose his temper. The cleaners scuttled away, and Grisha shouldered the door open.

"Did the incompetent durakov wake you up? I'll go send their asses up to their throats if they did." He paced the length of the dungeon, his eyes glowing in the dim light. Cherie jumped when he stopped in front of her and growled. This was not a side of Grisha she knew, and she grabbed for the sheet to cover herself up with.

"Well, actually, I think it was your hollering at them that woke me.  Someone run over your favorite chew toy?"  Her attempt to lighten the mood fell flat. Grisha just growled some more, muttered something else in Russian, and switched the light on.

Cherie gasped when he turned around. Sheet forgotten she scrambled to her knees on the bed and grasped hold of his arm better to see the injuries to his face. One eye was swollen shut, his lip split, and a nasty bruise was starting to form on his arm. He stilled her frantic exploration with one large hand and shook his head at her.

"Leave it be. I'll heal quickly, as you well know."              

"But I don't understand. Who did this to you and why?" There weren't many men who could best the Siberian tiger. "Where's Ink? Did he do this?"

Grisha didn't look at her when he replied.

"The man is an overgrown, besotted pussy cat, who can't see his ass past his fucking balls. He left, sweetheart." He smiled grimly at her sharp intake of breath, and fixed his one good eye on her. "He's left me in charge. Fine job I'm doing of that. The fucking cleaners don't even listen to me."

"What do you mean he's left you in charge? He can't have. Not that you couldn't run the club, but this is Ink's baby. I don't understand why he would do that, unless – unless…"  She bit her lip and shook her head and pulled her knees up to her chest.

"Unless what, sweetheart?" Grisha hooked a finger under her chin, and the concern in his eyes was her undoing. She sniffed her distress, and Grisha pulled her on his lap, whilst she cried into his shoulder. There she had been thinking this was a new beginning for Ink and her, and all this time she had been fooling herself. If he truly cared about her, he would have stayed, wouldn't he? By the time she finally got herself under control Grisha's shirt was soaked through.

"I'm sorry I made you all wet."

"Ach, never mind that. He'd have my pelt if he could see the mess I'm making of things. I'm supposed to take care of you, not get you all upset."

"Take care of me, how, exactly?"

Grisha looked decidedly uncomfortable and Cherie's tiger growled her annoyance.

"Let me guess. You have free leave to screw me whenever I feel the need to scratch an itch, is that it?"

"Now, I wouldn't put it quite like that, sweetheart, but yes, you and me, we could play if you wanted to." He skimmed a bloody knuckle across her exposed breasts and smiled as her traitorous nipples responded instantly. She crossed her arms over her chest, and his smile deepened. "But I'm not the one you want, is it?"

Cherie shook her head, and Grisha sighed.

"Didn't think so. I never am, after all." He looked wistful for a second before he flashed his usual grin at her, and despite her heart splintering into a thousand bite-sized pieces, Cherie's lips twitched in response.

"Well, if you change your mind, sweetheart, you know where I am."

Now, clearly after that little speech Grisha needed to get his own lady. In Masks Of A Tiger,

he takes on Neeve, who gives him a right merry go round. I will leave you with this little snippet of Grisha making a promise to Neeve.

"I don't know you. How can I trust you?"

"Because sometimes it's easier to tell someone you don't know." He cupped her chin and dug his fingers into her skin hard enough to hurt. "And because I get the whole need to mark skin thing, but you need to do it in a safe manner. I leave marks that fade, never scar. Marks that tease, and arouse, and get you so damn turned on, you'll have the hottest sex you ever had. Marks that will proclaim I own you, at least whilst in a scene. Think on that, sweetheart, next time you stare into the flame."

He let go of her so suddenly she felt bereft. As smoothly as he'd placed her on his lap, he moved her off it, until she was sitting on the couch looking up at him. He pulled a card out of his trouser pocket and placed into her hand. He leant down to do so, and Neeve's stomach flipped over as he drew so close their breaths mingled. Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of his kiss—a kiss she suddenly craved with every fiber of her being—a kiss that never came.

"Look at me, sweetheart."  His lips hovered over hers, when she opened her eyes, and he smiled. Arms either side of her body, he obliterated her view of anything but him, but her senses drank in the sight and feel of his powerful body. He'd rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, and opened a few more buttons on his shirt, exposing a smattering of dark hair on his chest, and Neeve's mouth watered. The contrast of the white shirt against his dark skin mesmerized her. She took in the play of muscles as he straightened away from her. With his tie loose around his neck, and his hands now pushed into his trouser pockets, he was the image of disheveled elegance.

"When you're ready to trust me, look me up, Neeve."

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And that right there, is why Grisha is one of my all time favourite Heroes.  As part of the Hop I am giving away one of the Club Ink books (Winner's Choice) and also this scented Tiger candle.

Now, what else is up for grabs in this hop?

•            One lucky hopper will win a KINDLE PAPERWHITE eREADER sponsored by Evernight Publishing.

•            Every book blogger/reviewer site is giving away one free eBook from Evernight (winner’s choice of any eBook from Evernight Publishing’s website).

•            Plus, each author offers their own unique prize! So visit each blog hop stop for a host of fabulous prizes to win.

How to enter? Answer this question.

If Grisha was your Dom, what scene would you want to play?

Be sure you leave the answer and your email address in the comments below to be eligible to win a prize.

Keep hopping to the next author or blogger. After you’ve met each hero click here to vote for your favorite book boyfriend. You’ll earn an extra grand prize entry!

You’re one step closer to meeting your next Book Boyfriend...

Evernight Publishing 99 cents Amazon sale

Evernight Publishing is celebrating its second birthday, and they are holding a fantastic sale of their bestselling books. One in each category is reduced to 99 cents on Amazon.

Riding Her Tiger represents their Multiple Partners Category.

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?

 Excerpt

"Lean back against me, and relax. Nothing is going to happen, yet." Her stomach tightened at the growled words into her neck, and she watched as he grabbed the huge sponge by the side of the bath and proceeded to run it up and down her arms slowly. He washed every inch of her body with great care. Her breasts grew heavy and her breathing shallow, her nipples jutting out into the humid air of the bathroom, and he smiled into her neck. By the time his hands reached her pussy she was so aroused the slightest scrape of the sponge against her labia sent her tumbling into an orgasm.

Ink groaned into her neck, and she froze. Shiiit! He hadn't given her permission to come. 

"Ah, sweetheart, that was fucking hot, but not very wise." Her eyes flew open at Grisha's husky words, and her mouth went dry. "We'll have to think of a suitable punishment, Ink." The Russian was stark naked, his huge swollen cock jutting up out of its nest of thick, black hair, to his tight abdomen, the tip glistening with drops of pre-cum. She hadn't been able to fully appreciate the sheer size of him before, and she licked her lips. He smiled at her and fisted himself with slow, measured strokes. Her cunt clenched, and her insides tightened, recalling his earlier promise. She was never going to be able take him in her ass.

As if Ink had heard her thoughts, his hands spread her ass cheeks, and his fingers probed. She bit her lip at the invasion of two and then three long fingers.

"Indeed we will, Grisha." She squirmed as he thrust his fingers in and out of her tight hole. He pinched her clit with his other hand, and Estelle moaned as the pain zinged along her pussy, to join with the sensations spreading from her ass. She whimpered when he released the tight nub of nerves only to repeat the action, again, and again. Her labia swelled and throbbed, and she writhed in the water, dimly aware of Grisha joining them in the bath. He knelt in front of her, and his hands grabbed her hips, holding her still.

"Stop moving, and take your punishment like a good little sub, sweetheart." He smiled when she went still, and Estelle bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. She watched as he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He bit down hard, and tears sprang into Estelle's eyes.  He soothed the sting with his tongue and then repeated the action to the other nipple. Ink pinched her clit in time to Grisha's bites, his fingers in her ass pushing deeper and deeper, until Estelle couldn't distinguish between the waves of pain swamping her. Pain that morphed into something else entirely. Unable to keep her eyes open, she let her head fall back onto Ink's shoulder. Her body felt lighter, every nerve-ending on fire, sending pulses of heat through her veins, Ink's murmured encouragements in her ear grounding her in the here and now.

Her skin tightened, and her clit throbbed in time with the waves rushing through her. She shuddered when cool air hit her wet flesh, before she encountered smooth leather. Ink pushed her down until her breasts were flattened against the padded bench, and she gasped as her legs and arms were fastened. Before she could panic at being restrained to the spanking bench, Grisha's face was in front of her.

"Focus, sweetheart, on me. Breathe with me, and count the strokes." He looked behind her, and Ink's warm hands massaged her butt cheeks.

"She really has a fantastic ass, Grisha. She'll look hot as sin when it's nice and pink from our hands." Ink's voice send tingles of awareness through her, and her panic subsided. His hand dipped lower and spread her pussy lips. He bit her ass, and she squirmed when his fingers sank deep into her already weeping channel. He curled them into a figure of eight, and Estelle panted her excitement as her sensitized tissues responded instantly.

She closed her eyes against the knowing smirk on Grisha's face.

"How is she doing, Ink? Though I bet she's wet for us."

Estelle screwed her eyes shut tighter at Ink's chuckled confirmation.

"Now remember, Estelle, no coming until I give you permission, or you'll be strapped to this thing for a very long time indeed." Ink's voice had lost its amusement, and Estelle breathed her confirmation.

"Good girl, sweetheart, you can do it." Grisha brushed a kiss across her lips. "Now count."

The first slap took her by surprise, and she screeched.

"Count, Estelle." Ink's voice brooked no argument.

"O…one." She bit back tears and barely caught her breath before the next slap came. "Two." Slap. "Three…"

Grisha's hands massaged her shoulders. He murmured Russian words she didn't understand, the warmth of his hands chasing away the goose bumps spreading over her body. Her butt on fire, the strange floating sensations returned. Her pussy clenched with each slap of Ink's hand across her ass until all of her senses heightened. Every trickle of her arousal down her legs left a wave of fire in its wake, sensations too intense to name consuming her. Her body climbed, tensing, clenching, clamoring for the tension within to burst to freedom.

With one last slap hard enough to send her body forward along the bench as far as the restraints would allow, Estelle breathed, "Fifteen."

"Good girl, you did so well." She hardly heard Grisha over the rushing in her ears, her heart beating so loudly, she felt sick. She winced at the coolness placed over her burning ass, and when her restraints were removed she collapsed into Ink's arms.

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Check out all the available 99 cents books below. Happy Reading!!

Links for 99 cent books

•Romance on the Go - Moon Eyes by Marie Medina
•Naughty Fairy Tales - Jackie and Her Loose Talk by Jorja Lovett
•Cupid's Conquests - GunShy by Seleste deLaney
•African American - Most Eligible Bachelor by Empi Baryeh
•Alternative - Hero by K. Williams
•Anthologies - Master of Mine by Laura Gallagher, Jenika Snow, Alexandra O'Hurley, Rachel Clarke, Ashlynn Monroe, London St James, Melissa Hosack and Angelina Rain
•BDSM - The Diary of Anna's Submission by Jenika Snow
•Contemporary - Forever Men by Lace Daltyn
•Erotic - Paying Her Debt by Emma Shortt
•Fantasy - Chasing Earth and Flame by Adonis Devereux
•Futuristic - Whimsy by Thayer King
•Historical - The Ever Knight by Georgia Fox
•Humor - Prometheus Unstitched by Lila Shaw
•Interracial - Riding the Storm by Delilah Hunt
•May/December - The Bad Boys' Virgin Temptress by Sam Crescent
•Menage - Claiming Their Mate by Stacey Espino
•Multiple Partners - Riding Her Tiger by Doris O'Connor
•Paranormal - Black Lust by Karyn Gerrard
•Rubenesque - Three for the Road by Berengaria Brown
•Sci-Fi - Star Fallen Lover by Lynde Lakes
•Seasonal - Deception by Yolanda Sfetsos
•Shifters/Vampires - Irresistible Nemesis by Annalynne Russo
•Steampunk - The Promise of Silk by Lilith Duvalier
•Suspense - Last First Kiss by Vanessa Devereaux
•Urban fantasy - Losing his Religion by Alex Bowman
•Time Travel Time Travel - The Curse of the Scarab King by Wend Petzler
•Western - Wild West Weekend by R.M. Sotera and C.R. Moss

A little heads up - Sale and prices galore

My fantastic publisher Evernight are celebrating their second birthday this month, and all sorts of exciting things are happening.

This week there is a Scavenger hunt going on.

Just look at those prices!

Today's stop is Sizzling Hot Book Reviews. Do hop along and join in.

In addition there is an Amazon sale going on.

Riding Her Tiger, Book one of my Club Ink series is currently reduced to 99 cents. So if you haven't met my tigers yet, now is the perfect time to start.

http://www.amazon.com/Riding-Her-Tiger-Club-ebook/dp/B007Z9DDH6/ref=la_B00694IRSI_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1349168895&sr=1-4

The whole series has just received this award. Click on the award to see the fantastic review that still has me smiling.

There is a whole host of Evernight titles reduced in this sale. Click on the logo to see the list.

But that is not all, folks, oh no. The sales continue at All Romance E-books. All Evernight titles are reduced by 50%.

Click here to see all the fantastic titles available. You will not be disappointed!

And last, but by no means least, next week I will be part of the Evernight Blog hop, where you will have more chances to win some fabulous goodies.

Happy October!

BDSM Unleashed Giveaway Hop

                                                                   

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."

Buy Link

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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!

Exciting news!

I am sat here, blinking and nursing my coffee, cause I couldn't get to sleep last night. Was far too excited!

Those of you following me on Twitter and Facebook will already know this. (By the way, if you're not, why aren't you?)

*giggles*

So, my news. I signed a contract for Tiger Scars yesterday. This is book two in my Club Ink series, and tells the story of Ink and Cherie. You'll have met them in Riding her Tiger.

Ink had been quietly grumbling away at me, ever since I wrote book one and lately that grumble turned into outright roaring. In fact he kidnapped me over the weekend, much to hubby's bemusement, who is getting used to my heroes taking over, thankfully.

I had originally set myself a deadline to finish Tiger Scars by the end of this week, because I'd been procrastinating for a while. Namely cause Ink wanted me to write a knife play scene, that I really wasn't too sure about. Of course it is utterly useless to try and argue with him, so he won. Once I sat down and took narration, like the dutiful author I am, I wrote 13K of this story in two days. For me, that's a personal best.

It is also some of my hottest writing yet. I know I say that every time, but, seriously, this book will carry more warnings than you can throw a safe word at. That knife scene is in there of course, together with a myriad of other things. Don't say I didn't warn you!

But, and this goes without saying, it needs to be in there. Cherie needs to confront past demons, and Ink helps her to do so with all the weapons in his arsenal as a Dom. And my oh my, he has a few...

This is the unedited blurb:

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?

Intrigued? I sure hope so. I've been told we are pushing for a July release, all being well. I am now eagerly awaiting my cover art for Tiger Scars. Can't wait to see what Cherry Sour Designs will create.

By the by, I know a few of you have asked about Grisha, and you'll be pleased to hear that he features in Tiger Scars, and he tells me I will write his story next. He is still at the grumbling in my ear stage right now, though I do have the beginning in my head. As soon as he really tells me his story, I guess I'll be kidnapped again, or should that be tiger napped.

One last thing, before I sign off. 

I've just realized that my Naughty Fairy Tale, The Last Of His Kind, releases in just seven days!

Yep, this time next week, you can all meet Doric.

*squueee*

 What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog?  You take him home and nurse him back to health of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, then so much the better, right?

Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body's instantaneous reaction to the clit clenching stranger who washed up from the Loch.

Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witches spell he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?

He was another hero that kinda kidnapped me. Something about these shifters...

Thanks for reading and have a great week!

Erotic Romance Madness Hop

Welcome to my little corner of the Erotic Romance Madness Hop! I'm very happy to be participating in this, especially as I never would have thought I would write Erotic Romance.

This is the woman that blushed scarlet and needed help writing her sex scenes just eighteen months ago.

*smirks*

I do not have that problem anymore, as those of you familiar with my writing will know. What changed you might ask? Well, just like in real life, practice makes perfect. I was also introduced to the wonderful world of reading Erotic Romance.

One book that blew me away was recommended by a friend and was my introduction into the wonderful world of Ménage.

Holly Bardwell is running from her past mistakes. Straight into the arms of the Colter brothers.

Colters’ Legacy, Book 1

Adam, Ethan and Ryan aren’t looking for women. They’re looking for a woman. One woman they know will share their lives and their beds. They’re losing hope they’ll find her, that is until Adam discovers Holly lying in the snow just yards from their cabin.
Adam knows she’s the one the minute he holds her in his arms, and as soon as his brothers see her, they know it too. The only problem is convincing Holly of that fact—and protecting her from the danger of her past.

To say my jaw dropped, when I read it would be an understatement. But, I  loved it and read myself through the entire series in quick succession. I was hooked, plain and simple. 

Now, my own writing gradually got hotter and hotter, but I still never thought I would eventually write ménage stories myself. You know that saying, never say never...

Because, yeah, I've written a couple and I'm sure there will be more, because I had a hoot writing them. And not only are they Ménage but paranormal BDSM too. Just can't resist those hot shifters, it seems.

Goldie And Her Bears is my naughty fairytale, and my just released Riding Her Tiger has my unsuspecting heroine ... err.. well... riding her tigers.

*cough*

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?

Excerpt:

"Lean back against me, and relax. Nothing is going to happen, yet." Her stomach tightened at the growled words into her neck, and she watched as he grabbed the huge sponge by the side of the bath and proceeded to run it up and down her arms slowly. He washed every inch of her body with great care. Her breasts grew heavy and her breathing shallow, her nipples jutting out into the humid air of the bathroom, and he smiled into her neck. By the time his hands reached her pussy she was so aroused the slightest scrape of the sponge against her labia sent her tumbling into an orgasm.

Ink groaned into her neck, and she froze. Shiiit! He hadn't given her permission to come. 

"Ah, sweetheart, that was fucking hot, but not very wise." Her eyes flew open at Grisha's husky words, and her mouth went dry. "We'll have to think of a suitable punishment, Ink." The Russian was stark naked, his huge swollen cock jutting up out of its nest of thick, black hair, to his tight abdomen, the tip glistening with drops of pre-cum. She hadn't been able to fully appreciate the sheer size of him before, and she licked her lips. He smiled at her and fisted himself with slow, measured strokes. Her cunt clenched, and her insides tightened, recalling his earlier promise. She was never going to be able take him in her ass.

As if Ink had heard her thoughts, his hands spread her ass cheeks, and his fingers probed. She bit her lip at the invasion of two and then three long fingers.

"Indeed we will, Grisha." She squirmed as he thrust his fingers in and out of her tight hole. He pinched her clit with his other hand, and Estelle moaned as the pain zinged along her pussy, to join with the sensations spreading from her ass. She whimpered when he released the tight nub of nerves only to repeat the action, again, and again. Her labia swelled and throbbed, and she writhed in the water, dimly aware of Grisha joining them in the bath. He knelt in front of her, and his hands grabbed her hips, holding her still.

"Stop moving, and take your punishment like a good little sub, sweetheart." He smiled when she went still, and Estelle bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. She watched as he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He bit down hard, and tears sprang into Estelle's eyes.  He soothed the sting with his tongue and then repeated the action to the other nipple. Ink pinched her clit in time to Grisha's bites, his fingers in her ass pushing deeper and deeper, until Estelle couldn't distinguish between the waves of pain swamping her. Pain that morphed into something else entirely. Unable to keep her eyes open, she let her head fall back onto Ink's shoulder. Her body felt lighter, every nerve-ending on fire, sending pulses of heat through her veins, Ink's murmured encouragements in her ear grounding her in the here and now.

Her skin tightened, and her clit throbbed in time with the waves rushing through her. She shuddered when cool air hit her wet flesh, before she encountered smooth leather. Ink pushed her down until her breasts were flattened against the padded bench, and she gasped as her legs and arms were fastened. Before she could panic at being restrained to the spanking bench, Grisha's face was in front of her.

"Focus, sweetheart, on me. Breathe with me, and count the strokes." He looked behind her, and Ink's warm hands massaged her butt cheeks.

"She really has a fantastic ass, Grisha. She'll look hot as sin when it's nice and pink from our hands." Ink's voice send tingles of awareness through her, and her panic subsided. His hand dipped lower and spread her pussy lips. He bit her ass, and she squirmed when his fingers sank deep into her already weeping channel. He curled them into a figure of eight, and Estelle panted her excitement as her sensitized tissues responded instantly.

She closed her eyes against the knowing smirk on Grisha's face.

"How is she doing, Ink? Though I bet she's wet for us."

Estelle screwed her eyes shut tighter at Ink's chuckled confirmation.

"Now remember, Estelle, no coming until I give you permission, or you'll be strapped to this thing for a very long time indeed." Ink's voice had lost its amusement, and Estelle breathed her confirmation.

"Good girl, sweetheart, you can do it." Grisha brushed a kiss across her lips. "Now count."

The first slap took her by surprise, and she screeched.

"Count, Estelle." Ink's voice brooked no argument.

"O…one." She bit back tears and barely caught her breath before the next slap came. "Two." Slap. "Three…"

Grisha's hands massaged her shoulders. He murmured Russian words she didn't understand, the warmth of his hands chasing away the goose bumps spreading over her body. Her butt on fire, the strange floating sensations returned. Her pussy clenched with each slap of Ink's hand across her ass until all of her senses heightened. Every trickle of her arousal down her legs left a wave of fire in its wake, sensations too intense to name consuming her. Her body climbed, tensing, clenching, clamoring for the tension within to burst to freedom.

With one last slap hard enough to send her body forward along the bench as far as the restraints would allow, Estelle breathed, "Fifteen."

"Good girl, you did so well." She hardly heard Grisha over the rushing in her ears, her heart beating so loudly, she felt sick. She winced at the coolness placed over her burning ass, and when her restraints were removed she collapsed into Ink's arms.

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