Thursday, 28 February 2013

Spotlight on The Perfect Dom by Lucy Felthouse

Hope you're all having a great Thursday. For me, Thursday is always my 'I've-run-out-of-steam-day. We've made it over the hump, yet the weekend still seems ages away day. Yes, I know it's only a day away, but when you have to force your eyes open, and just can't get going, and then have to jolly your equally reluctant children to school ... yeah ... early mornings and yours truly do not mix well ;-)

Anyhoo, I know what does cheer me up and Lucy's stories never disappoint. So without further ado, I give you her new collection of short stories.

Four kinky and erotic BDSM tales from the smutty pen of Lucy Felthouse.
Balancing the Books
Philip’s a well off man, and doesn’t need a job. But when he sees the gorgeous owner of his local bookshop, he applies for the role that’s being advertised there immediately. He’s totally stricken by the stunning Giovanna, and when it turns out she wants to boss him around in a sexual sense as well as an employment sense, he has no intention of refusing.
Feeling the Heat
Taylor and Maisie’s car has broken down. Luckily, Taylor’s handy with engines and is working hard to get them back on the road. Unfortunately, Maisie is getting annoyed at the amount of time he’s spending in the garage and confronts him. Instead of arguing back, though, Taylor comes up with an ingenious plan to keep Maisie quiet.
The Perfect Dom
Part of Mia’s nightwear is a pair of hotpants with SPANK ME emblazoned across the arse. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, but when she forgets that she has a houseguest and heads to the kitchen for a drink, she’s shocked to find Alex in her living room. Immediately spotting what he sees as an invitation written across Mia’s bottom, Alex makes an offer and Mia soon discovers that he is, in fact, the perfect dom.
Meet Me at the Spanish Steps
Darby is working at a holiday camp on the outskirts of Rome and is getting along just fine, with the exception of her sex life. For various reasons, she’s not getting what she wants in the bedroom, and her tastes are very particular. She turns to the Internet to get what she needs, and when she discovers William, it seems that he’s more than willing—and capable—of scratching that particular itch.
Coming soon to all other good eBook retailers.
“Spank me. Is that an invitation?”
Shit. Mia had completely forgotten about him. Her flatmate, Katy, had asked if it was okay if her brother could stay on their sofa for a couple of nights. His own place was being fitted with a new bathroom and conditions over there weren’t exactly tantamount to hygiene. Mia had been rushing around in order to get to work and hadn’t really been paying attention, so she’d just agreed and then promptly forgotten.
Now, however, she was being treated to a huge and incredibly embarrassing reminder. Katy was on a nightshift at the hospital so when Mia had woken up at 9p.m.—her own body clock being on that of working in the club, though tonight was her night off—she’d deemed it safe to wander to the kitchen to get a drink in what she was wearing.
Big mistake. Alex was sitting on the sofa, an eyebrow quirked and a leering grin on his face. He held his iPad, and earphones hung around his neck. He’d obviously been watching a film or playing some ridiculous game before Mia had flipped the light on and sauntered through the living room in nothing but a skimpy vest and hotpants. The hotpants were, of course, what he was referring to. The fuchsia garment had SPANK ME emblazoned across the ass in large black lettering.
Mia gave Alex a look that would have turned a lesser man to stone. He, however, simply grinned even more widely, then said, “Well? Do you need a firm hand to that luscious butt of yours? Like a spanking, do you?”
Mia sighed. “Shut up, Alex. It’s none of your business. I’m just getting a drink. Get back to your damn gadget and leave me alone.”
“Oooh, someone’s defensive. I’m just saying, you must have them for a reason. A statement like that printed on your backside would definitely be construed as an invitation in my book.”
“Well, maybe it is an invitation, Alex. But it’s certainly not directed at you. Now if you’d kindly stop passing judgement on my non-existent sex life I’ll get my drink and get out of your way.”
Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

Tuesday, 26 February 2013

#TantalizingTuesdays Under Orders

Happy Tuesday, folks. It's time for another teaser - Enjoy!


His hot breath whispered across her skin and his hands pinned her in place as effectively as the intensity of his gaze.
"Open for me baby, let me see."
She grasped his fingers to stop or to encourage she wasn't quite sure. Was she really doing this, here, now, with a man she'd just met?
When she'd been assigned to look after the visiting CEO her boss had made her task abundantly clear.
"Whatever he wants, he gets."
Gooseflesh broke out over her skin as he pulled her legs apart, the air cold on the wet cotton covering her slit. There was no way he would miss the rapidly spreading dampness between her legs, her need for him.
Jonathan Symmons was ruthless, and dangerous, and so damn sexy, he'd had her in thrall from the moment he'd smiled at her. Her nipples had turned into come get me beacons and his amazing, piercing blue gaze had lowered to her breasts. His knowing smirk had done strange things to her insides, and now they were here.
His head dipped lower and he inhaled against her sodden core.
"Whatever I want, I get."
Anna vowed to thank her boss in the morning.

Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.

Let me know what you thought of my teaser today.

Till next week, folks.

D x

Monday, 25 February 2013

Spotlight on Debut Author Morgan King and Duty To Love #historicalmenage

I love having Debut authors on my blog. I remember that excitement so well. Nothing beats it. Seeing your first literary baby take its tentative steps out into the big wide world, so it gives me great pleasure to host Morgan King with her historical menage Duty To Love.

A craftily worded contract and fate finds Arthur, Earl of Hentonury, having to marry not the lady he expected but her younger sister Amelia, the woman he knows his brother James loves and hoped to marry. Arthur cares for both Amelia and James, so how can he choose between his love for them and his duty?

James may be the younger son, but he has taken leave from the army and will fight for Amelia.

Torn between her feelings for two brothers, Amelia wishes to marry Arthur but can't bear to lose James. Is there any chance the three of them can find happiness together? Will duty or love win out?

Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, voyeurism


Arthur was in his study but not alone.
The two men must have sensed an intrusion, her approaching presence, for they turned to face her. Their faces became animated upon seeing her, giving smiles so similar she felt the weight of their combined warmth pulling an upwards movement from her own lips.
“James!” she uttered his name on a cry before racing forward and flinging herself into his arms. Unprepared his arms brushed her sides and hung around her back in a low, loose hold.
Sensing his discomfort Amelia shifted back to look at him, then turned to Arthur. Were they upset with her? Now she was to be married to him, was Arthur concerned that she might appear overly familiar with James?
She had thought James might be happy for her and Arthur. She would not be wedded to some stranger, moving to live far away; they could carry on, the three of them, friends as before.
Things weren't the same, though; faced with two men, tension stiffening their postures, expressions equally tight, Amelia realized she had been naive. Marrying Arthur might well mean the end of her friendship with James. They could no longer be frequently in each other’s company, completely at ease with each other, for she would belong to Arthur. A married woman was an entirely different prospect for a friend than a young girl running wild.
When Amelia had imagined James coming back from the Army and herself entering society, she had pictured them enjoying the season together, James, with his dashing good humor, providing light relief from the monotony of town entertainments. Now she would not be having a season, and James, while as dashing as ever, did not appear in good humor.
“I'm sorry, Arthur, I did not think. It's James. You know I would not be so improper with anyone else.” She took a step back from James, glancing at Arthur anxiously.
“Except me?” Arthur's tone sounded pointedly hopeful, and Amelia realized he was teasing her.
Amelia grinned. “Except you.” It used to be that James was the only one who teased her. Even when the three of them had larked around together Arthur had always been the voice of caution, unintentionally acting as a springboard to James and Amelia's rebellion.  Recently Arthur had begun to tease Amelia, and every time he did it added to the feeling of warmth that centered inside her when Arthur was near.
Had James noticed the changes in Arthur?
Amelia turned to look at James just as she felt him tug her back into his embrace. “Come here, you little hellion.”
This time he held her tight, her breasts pressed flush to his chest and his hands cupping her hips. For all their previous play together Amelia had never been held like this before. It was no casual embrace; it seemed full of intent. 
Amelia only realized James' s intent when he leaned down and guided his lips to hers. The initial pressure was fairytale light, unexpected, and led to everything she'd hoped a kiss could be.
It was teasing, playful; his lips glided against hers in subtle movements, retreating then advancing into firmer contact. There was a little nip of teeth and a quick taste with the tip of his tongue.
Amelia let herself be kissed, and she reveled in the flurry of sensations her lips were experiencing. Greedy for more she let her hands roam freely over James's back, tracing the shape of his muscles, over his powerful shoulders to the unclothed skin of his nape.
James's hands tightened on her, pulling her closer, until their hips pressed as close as their chests. Amelia felt breathless, heady. It was a novel sensation. She'd never been one for allowing her corset to be laced too tight. She'd never imagined Arthur could make her feel like fainting.
But, oh God, it wasn't Arthur kissing her. Amelia jerked trying to free herself of James's hold. Arthur was watching her. He was watching her kiss another man. She was kissing her fiancé's brother while he watched.

Buy it at Evernight

And here is Morgan now, telling us a bit more about herself.


To me books and love go together hand in hand; you can never have too much of either. When combined even better.
I remember various stages of my life based around the different discoveries I’ve made of books that include sex.
The first has to be The Body Book, by Claire Rayner. My mother introduced me to this when I was four and I now have a copy for my son to look at. I believe we should feel comfortable talking to kids about sex and it never hurts to have a book to help.
Then when I was ten my sister left her copy of Forever, by Judy Bloom, lying around and I sneaked of to read it at least four times. It’s the first time I remember thinking maybe sex isn’t yucky.
When I was a teen I found a copy of My Secret Garden, by Nancy Friday, on the home bookshelves and it was a key factor in making me comfortable with my own sexuality.  
I read an awful lot of romances during my teenage years, yes mainly Mills and Boon as that was what I could get my hands on in vast quantity and if nothing else they were great stress relief during hormonal years.
For many years, while at University and working 9-5 I didn’t read much for pleasure and when I did it was mainly thrillers, then I had my first son and I couldn’t face the blood, gore and evil characters any more. I frequently walked to the town Library and started picking up romances and discovered a whole new world of romance that wasn’t Mills and Boon, but was well crafted, fun and erotic. I devoured books by Stephanie Laurens, Kresley Cole, Mary Balogh, Christien Feehan, and many more. Somewhere along the line I found Lora Leigh and in searching her back catalogue I discovered Ellora’s Cave and the world of e-publishers of Erotic Romance. For my next birthday I got an e-reader.
Reading really does expand your horizons, bit by bit the books I read got hotter and hotter and I’d finally started reading the sort of story I felt inspired to write. I mean books I’ve read have inspired me to write before, my favourite novel is The Crimson Petal and the White, by Michel Faber, and yes it is about human nature and sex, and when I read the first page I thought This is the book I wish I’d written, but know I never could have. The first story I wanted to write and felt I could because I instantly saw the beginning complete with regency setting, the very hot middle and the happy ever after end is Duty to Love, although the final story ended up being twice as long as the first draft!
Duty to Love is published by Evernight Publishing and available from Friday 22nd February.
I’m a huge Jane Austen fan so writing a regency romance was a foregone conclusion. I also love ménage, for me I enjoy reading a man’s point of view and feeling the depth of his emotion, with two men there is all the more of this. I also wanted to write something convincing, a regency ménage that doesn’t require a complete suspension of belief. I hope I’ve succeeded. 


Thanks for sharing with us, Morgan. I wish you lots of success with Duty To Love.

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Sunday, 24 February 2013

#SexySnippets from Sol And The Magic Fingers week #3

Happy Sunday everyone! I hope you're having a great day, and are enjoying your weekend.
It's time for another round of Sexy Snippets.

Seven Sexy Sentences from a work in progress or published book. My seven this week are once again from my new release Sol And The Magic Fingers. They are a continuation from last week's which you can check out HERE.


"So wet and swollen, so beautiful. Tell me you're mine, Karen. Tell me you want this as much as I do. Tell me you'll take me wherever I chose." He slowly circled her anus and pushed one finger through the tight ring of muscle whilst his mouth kissed a path of heat down her pubic bone and around her clit. She sucked in a breath as he licked her in one torturously slow, long lick, and then buried his tongue inside her channel.
"Yes … oh God, yes."

Breaking your e-reader at the end of a long and trying day is enough to send any woman over the edge. Karen's one treat are her naughty stories. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Saucy stories in the old library? It doesn't seem likely, but when Karen is sent home with an odd looking reading device magic happens at the touch of her fingers. Is the drop dead gorgeous man she encounters real or just a flight of her imagination?
Caught in a weekend of sexual delight, will she lose her heart, as well as her inhibitions? And is there any future for the two of them?

BUY LINKS  Evernight Amazon UK Amazon US Bookstrand ARe


Till next week, folks. Have a great Sunday, and don't forget to check out the other fantastic authors participating in Sexy Snippets.

Why not join us next week? Sign up will reopen Monday HERE.

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Saturday, 23 February 2013

Spotlight on The Golden Cock by Elyzabeth M. Valey #NFT @ElyzabethVaLey

There is a new Naughty Fairy Tale in the house and with that title how can you resist?

Elyzabeth is here to tell us more about The Golden Cock.


Thank you for having me at your blog, Doris!

I love fairy tales. Anything with magic and enchantment immediately has my attention. If it has romance and sizzling sex…what more can you ask for? When Evernight’s Fairy Tale line was born, I decided I wanted to participate. I only  had one problem: I didn’t know what to write.

I shuffled through stories: Cinderella, Goldilocks, The Princess and the pea… Then, one day, shuffling through old papers I found a manuscript of a play I’d done in middle school. It was the Grimm Brother’s Tale of The Golden Goose. Reading through it, the thought occurred to me: Wouldn’t it be funny if instead of getting stuck to goose feathers people became attached to a cock?  

With that playful idea in mind and after some brainstorming The Golden Cock was born. The rest, as they say, is history. Enjoy!


Kind-hearted Vincent Stowe spent years with an inferiority complex until, one day, after accepting to help an older woman with an odd request he receives a life-changing gift.

“Ice Duchess” Brielle is desperate for a solution to her inability to orgasm, so when word about a man with a magical cock reaches her ears, she decides that he just might be what she needs.

Will Vincent’s "Golden Cock" be enough for the "Ice Duchess", or will something else come to play along the way?

Be Warned: multiple partners, MFM, FFM, m/m sex, f/f sex

And more!

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 “Turn around.” His voice was gruff, his need evident to his ears. Could she hear it too?

His fingers rested for a fraction of a second against the nape of her neck. She froze. Skimming his digits over her shoulders and down her back, the corner of his lips lifted as he heard her exhale heavily. Skillfully, he worked the clasps of her corset and tossed the material on the bed. Wandering back to the mirror, he continued to adjust it. He needed to distance himself from her before succumbing to the temptation she was.

When he looked up again, she had removed her chemise. Pale, perfect skin gleamed under the dancing candle light. Terse breasts with large pink nipples waved hello and a honey-colored thatch called him to come closer and explore. He swallowed dryly. His balls felt heavy and his cock was stiff as a rod. This was going to be much harder than he thought.

“Lie on the bed, lean back on your elbows and keep your legs open.” His voice came out husky and low and he cleared it loudly. Brie nodded and obeyed without a word.

“Can you see your pussy?” he asked, moving the mirror.

She shook her head. “No,” she croaked.

Vincent bit his lip, unsure how to proceed. He needed to prop her up on something so she could gather a better view of her sex. By her words, he had the distinct feeling that Brie was never excited enough when she took men into her chamber. She needed to see how wet and desirable her pussy became when it was really ready to be plundered and she needed to experience her own touch. He swallowed hard as an idea occurred to him.

“Here.” Placing the mirror in a slight angle, he climbed up in bed with her. Spreading his legs around her, he sat so that her back was resting against his chest and her ass was resting between his thighs.

“Open up,” he whispered into her ear. Nodding, she spread her legs. Vincent clenched his fists at his side. He wanted to touch her, to feel that soft skin underneath his fingertips, to taste every inch of that delectable morsel.

“Can you see now?”


He took in a deep breath. Darn, she smelled good. Clean, like lilacs. She wriggled and her hair tickled his nose, the skin of her thigh rubbing against his leg and making his dick throb with unspent desire.

“What do you see?”

“Hair,” she murmured. He felt her swallow and tremble slightly. Oh, how he wanted to wrap himself around her. No, Vincent.

“Use your hands and open yourself wider.”

“What?” She tilted her head to look at him, her expression confused.

Unable to hold back, Vincent brushed his lips over hers. A current of sorts zinged over his lips at the contact.

“Okay,” he said. “Let’s start slower. Caress your thighs, up and down. That’s right.”

He watched carefully as Brie rubbed her fingertips over her skin, coming closer to her quim at every upward stroke. Vincent closed his eyes. The view was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. His cock wept, hidden underneath his robe, and pressed to her back. “Gently, pass your hand over your pussy.”

He felt her breath hitch as her mouth fell open in shock. However, she did not deny him but simply followed his command with a dry swallow. His Adam’s apple bobbed as she ran her hand over her damp thatch.

“Do it again,” he whispered. “Only this time, allow your fingers to touch more of that area,” he urged, his own breath coming out in a rasp.

He briefly glanced at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was disheveled, his face flushed. He wanted to buck his hips but he kept steady, giving Brie the opportunity she’d probably been denied all her life: to find her own release. Her hands found her vagina again, but this time she didn’t skim over the curly hairs, but parted them and explored the sticky wetness in between. Had he been standing further away he would have missed it, but pressed behind her, her moan was like a punch to his stomach, feeding the flame of his passion. Vincent closed his eyes, swallowing the groan in his throat and willing himself to relax.

“Again,” he said without opening his eyes.

She repeated the movement, but just as she was about to slide her fingers down to her thighs, he grabbed her hand with his left. Spreading her fingers, he forced her to delve deeper and slide the digits over the fold and curls of her pussy, spreading the wet dew lingering there.

“Vincent,” she whispered his name, her head falling against his shoulder, her body tensing slightly as he led her fingers to caress and touch her vulva repeatedly. Her wet moisture spread from her fingers to his, coating them. He groaned loudly.

“Don’t stop.” Pulling back, he brought his fingertips to his mouth and licked off the sweet honey. Their eyes met briefly in the mirror, desire clashing against desire.

Author Bio:
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream. 


Well, I don't know about you, but this has just made my MUST read list!!

Friday, 22 February 2013

Sexy Man Friday

Hurrah - It's Friday, and time to bring you your weekly treat of man candy.


Did you just smile?

 How about now?


Til next week, folks.

D x

Wednesday, 20 February 2013

Spotlight on Cait Jarrod and Kidnapped Hearts

Happy Humpday, folks! 

I have fellow Evernight Author Cait Jarrod  on my blog today to tell you a little something about her brand new release Kidnapped Hearts.

Take it away, Cait :-)

I’m excited to introduce my first book in the Band of Friends series, Kidnapped Hearts!
Everyone has a story. Here’s mine: My mother was an avid reader. She was the first woman in the US to hold the acting-editor position at a college, something I learned when we wrote her obituary. A year after she passed, I wanted a way to connect with her, to feel that she was still in my life, so I began to read. Before this, I only read for research, never for pleasure. I put pen to paper after I attended an author’s book signing at Romance Writers of America convention. A well-known author asked me if I was a writer. I said that I wasn’t creative, couldn’t do it. She smiled and said three magical words, “Sure, you can.”

Thus, the journey began. I wrote this book, then put it aside, and wrote ten more. In all, I wrote over a million words, which I have been told is the ticket to finding your voice. I had a very dear friend read over each of my chapters, but I needed more input. I joined an online critique group, Scribophile, in the summer of 2012 and quickly learned the art of writing.

By the end of October, I submitted to a few publishers and after hearing rave reviews about Evernight Publishing, I decided they would be the ones to help me continue this journey.

Small town girl and owner of The Memory Café, Pamela Young, regales in her life with her friends, aptly named the Band of Friends until her life is turned upside down with stolen bearer bonds mysteriously coming into her possession.

After a five-year disappearing act, Jake Gibson returns home retired from the FBI, and ready to make a mends with his estranged family. A freelance case falls into his lap, involving the woman he’d resisted years ago. He will do anything to protect Pamela, even put his life in jeopardy along with his heart.

A scream shot Jake out of the bathroom. He’d been spying on Pamela in a bathing suit that barely covered her luscious breasts ever since she snuck out of the house until nature called him away. In his underwear, he dashed through the sliding doors in his bedroom and spotted a silhouette walking out of the water. Looking through the binoculars, he released a breath. Pamela was okay.

There was something sensual about surveilling her through binoculars. Not quite the upstanding thing to do. Then again, it was his job to watch over her. Outside of tying her to a bed, which wasn’t a terrible idea, he didn’t have any other choice.

Pamela’s next movement shocked him. She unfastened the top of her bathing suit. The discarded top landed on the sandy beach.

Jake sucked in a breath and leaned forward against the railing, supporting his weak knees. Pamela pulled the strings on each side of her too tight bikini bottoms. It slipped away.

Hard as a rock, he observed a butt naked Pamela dash into the water. Jake swallowed as her firm mounds disappeared. The sight hypnotized him until a strange prickling at the base of his neck occurred, his hair standing on end. He surveyed the stretch of beach. Nothing. He focused back on Pamela.

“Damn it.” The realization smacked him in the head like a tree branch. He had been so engrossed keeping an eye on her that he forgot agents roamed the area.

After lobbing his binoculars in a nearby chaise, he descended the deck stairs, bounded down the boardwalk, and scrambled through the sand. “Pamela!” Crap, he should have yelled Betty. The concern dissipated as his mouth watered and his dick twitched. Pamela faced him. Her lush globes swayed, beckoning him. His eyes drifted south as her waist broke the water’s surface. The moon illuminated the dark hair of her mound.

He shoved his lust aside as anger rose. “Anyone could see you.” He grabbed her beach towel from the ground. Within seconds, he stood in front of her, blocking her luscious body from anyone who roamed in the shadows. The problem was he had a direct visual of her feminine form. Like a divining rod looking for water, his male anatomy pointed directly at what it wanted.

He groaned and pressed his hand against the unthinking part of him. The ache made him cranky. “What the hell are you doing?” He moved his hand and touched her arms; her naked breasts touched his bare chest. They both stilled. He wasn’t this strong. No man was. “God, Pamela,” he said on a sigh.

The hunger in her eyes drove him crazy. He wanted his lips on hers, his hands on her firm breasts.

She shifted, and her nipples stroked his skin.

“For the love of God,” he groaned. His voice sounded strained, even to him.

“Should I remain patient?”

His eyes lifted from her breasts that begged to be touched, landing on the mischievous gleam in her eye. “No. Yes. Damn it.” He raked his hand through his hair and sucked in a mouthful of fortified air. “I can’t … but yes, we both need to be patient.”

He grasped her shoulders, turning her until her back faced him. “Raise your arms.” He wrapped the towel around her, commanding his hands not to stray from her shoulders. Despite his efforts not to touch her, he kissed the back of her neck.

She eased away and faced him, her lips turning up at the corners. “Remember, be patient.” She whisked by him.

His body pulsed with need. Wiping his hand down his face, he followed her out of the bay.


Holding her towel firmly, Pamela trotted up the boardwalk toward the house. Jake’s footsteps sounded behind her. She wanted to reach her bedroom before he could say another word. What had she been thinking to disrobe the way she had? The discarded bathing suit lying on the beach flashed in her mind. Tomorrow, she’d unearth it. Hopefully, the tide wouldn’t sweep it into the water. If it did, she’d leave some money in the drawer with a note of apology.

She edged around the group of flowering bushes hiding the outdoor shower and washed her feet, then turned to ascend the steps. A hand on her waist stopped her. Jake had caught up with her. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

The hand dropped, and the voice that responded made her skin crawl. “It’s nice to see you, Pamela.”


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Tuesday, 19 February 2013

#TantalizingTuesdays Heat

Happy Tuesday, folks! An especially happy day for lil old me, because it's Release Day for Sol And The Magic Fingers!!!

*dances around like a loon*

If you want to meet Sol, pop on over to RAVEN's place, where Sol is introducing himself to the world, and I am giving away one copy of his story to a lucky commenter. Just don't tell Sol. He's a Genie after all, and well...

We all know what they are like and he is a very, very naughty Genie


However, release day or not, it's also time for your Tuesday Tease, so enjoy!

"Colour, my sweet."
"Gr … green," she stumbled over the word. Naked, restrained and blindfolded at her request, she wanted, needed to do him proud, yet an army of ants crawled over her skin.
His warm calloused hand cupped her cheek, grounding her, and she leant into the familiar touch. A whisper of a kiss followed with the words she needed.
"That's my girl. You look so beautiful."
The approval in his voice warmed her frozen skin, and she let go. He traced his hand up and down her naked torso in ever widening circles, and her hips bucked off the table, when he slid one finger through her slit.
"So wet, so naughty. Feel the heat."
The click of the lighter came seconds before the first flame licked across her skin. Warmth, safety, need, all rolled into one. She yanked on her restraints, as the flames left tingling warmth in their wake, pitching her deeper into the place only he could take her.
Faster, hotter, deeper, she floated until time stood still, the only constant his voice in her ear.
The applause eventually penetrated her bubble of happiness. Held in her Master's arms she knew she'd done him proud.

Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.

Let me know what you thought of my teaser today.

Till next week, folks.

D x

Sunday, 17 February 2013

#SexySnippets from Sol And The Magic Fingers week #2

Happy Sunday, folks. It's time for another Sexy Snippets - seven sexy sentences taken from a wip or published work to tease you with.

My seven this week are coming from Sol And The Magic Fingers, which releases on Tuesday!!

*squeals in excitement*


"You are so beautiful, all soft and round as a woman ought to be."
Tears seeped out from under Karen's closed eyelids, as he paid homage to her curves with his lips and tongue and erased the hurt left behind by Jason's constant criticism of her body.
"My husband used to say I was fat."
"Then he was a fool, who didn't deserve you. I do not understand this modern fascination with stick insects. A woman needs to have flesh for me to hold onto, as I bury my cock inside her sweet cunt and curvy ass." His hands slipped lower still, and he ran his fingers through her soaking slit and up to her forbidden passage.


*swoons a little*

I didn't have the cover to share last week, but I have it now, and I must say I'm in love with it...

Breaking your e-reader at the end of a long and trying day is enough to send any woman over the edge. Karen's one treat are her naughty stories. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Saucy stories in the old library? It doesn't seem likely, but when Karen is sent home with an odd looking reading device magic happens at the touch of her fingers. Is the drop dead gorgeous man she encounters real or just a flight of her imagination?
Caught in a weekend of sexual delight, will she lose her heart, as well as her inhibitions? And is there any future for the two of them?

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Friday, 15 February 2013

Guest Interview with @CRMoss - Lovers And The Fiend #naughtyfairytale

Hello folks, if you're here for Sexy Man Friday then please scroll down. Plenty of eye candy for you today and what's more I have the fabulous CR Moss on my blog today.

So grab a cuppa, kick off your shoes, and find out a bit more about her.


Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

A. Hi! Thanks for having me here today. :) My name is Chris, and I write under the names C.R. Moss for erotic and mainstream romance and Casey Moss for mainstream dark fiction (horror, suspense, urban fantasy). My professional bio for C.R.: “An eccentric and eclectic writer, C.R. Moss pens stories for the mainstream and erotic romance markets, giving readers Worlds of Possibilities when it comes to love.” Basically I write stories from the light and sweet to the dark and deadly with varying degrees of sexual heat. The bio for my other persona: Casey Moss delves into the darker aspects of life in her writing, sometimes basing the stories on reality, sometimes on myth. No matter the path, her stories will take you on a journey from the light-hearted paranormal to dark things unspeakable. What waits around the corner? Come explore…

Q. What made you write ‘this’ story?

A. Today I’m here to tout my latest C.R. Moss release, Lovers and the Fiend. This is a story in Evernight Publishing’s Naughty Fairy Tale line. The characters, Jack and Kristina, appeared in my short story – Chasing Miss Kringle – that’s in an Evernight Publishing anthology – Stockings and Suspenders

As for why I wanted to write Lovers and the Fiend, I wanted to submit something to the Naughty Fairy Tale line and thought that the characters and their jobs that were mentioned in Chasing Miss Kringle would make good material for longer stories. This is the first of a handful of stories I have planned for the NFT line that revolve around the world started in CMK and Lovers. You don’t have to read the anthology story to read Lovers, but it’d be nice if you did. ;)

Q. Tell us about your cover.

A. The couple on the cover was the third choice I had given the artist on my cover art sheet for what I was looking for. I had mentioned that the background could be black, or black with red satin, or the Las Vegas city scape since the story takes place in Las Vegas. Never did mention anything about a clock being on the cover, but I gather that’s the artist’s interpretation of how time is of the essence in the story. I did describe the third man to be on the cover behind the couple if that was the pic she chose. Since he’s in shadow, I think he’s a fine representation of the ‘fiend.’

Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us

A. First thing I normally do is check email, then I’ll do Triberr and check facebook. Next I’ll get to my writing projects. When I’m working on a story, I’ll reread and do editing on the parts I haven’t edited yet to catch myself up. I’ll make the font a color other than black to keep track of what I’ve already gone through. Then I’ll write the new material. If I’m starting a new project, I do an information dump and outline as much of the story that’s in my head first thing. Then I work off the outline, fleshing out all the ideas and stuff as per above.  But then, when I'm really focused on a project, I tend to just plow through it and focus only on getting it done...staying up late writing, getting up early and getting back to the story, eating when I think I can get away from my desk without ruining the flow... The house and social life suffers, but I’m a slave to my art. :)

Q. What inspires you?

A. I get ideas from everywhere…conversations, news headlines, television, songs. On occasion I’ve been known to pull from my old careers and the people I’ve known, drawing out tidbits of personalities for characters, places for settings and information to assist with subject matter—for example, using the basis and background knowledge of energy work that I learned in the massage field for paranormal stories I’ve worked on. I love using the places I’ve lived in and visited as the settings. There was one story I wrote (it’s not available at the moment) where I used a situation I’d been in one night on a beach. Granted, I elaborated on the situation and made it much more intense than it had been, but the foundation was there.

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

A. I usually say that I'd either still be a massage therapist or working as an office admin/executive assistant somewhere. But I’m not sure about those things anymore either. In other words, I don’t know.

Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?

A. Yes. There was one story I wrote where a sibling decided to sacrifice herself for her sister. That was an emotional situation for me to write and surprised me that she’d go to that length.

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

A. I have to have internet connection when I'm writing. It's amazing how much I'll get on the net to check little & big things to make sure my story is rolling along all right.

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

A. Learn the craft, from grammar to story building and everything in between. Adhere to the rules for a while. Once you do that, then you’ll understand how and when to break the rules and really let your creativity thrive.  After learning the craft, start promoting yourself before the first story is picked up/published. And if you’re going the e-book route through e-book publishers, get two or three places under your belt right away. If you’re doing the independent route (or e-publisher even), perhaps finishing two or three books first before you send book one out to the world would be a good idea. This way you don’t have to rush in starting to build a back list and can space out the publications of the ones you already have done while you work on more. But on top of knowing about writing mechanics, learning about marketing and promotion and getting that going is just as important.

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

A. Making an extremely good living from my writing.  Hopefully I'll have a beach house for vacations by then too.

Q. Do you have a favourite quote?

This too shall pass.

Heh, that's one of my  favourite sayings!

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

A. Yeah. When it happens, I say that my muse has gone on sabbatical.

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

A. I’m working on more NFTs, a couple more Double D Ranch Tales stories and under my other pen name there are a few horror stories and an urban fantasy series I’m writing. I’m also hoping to go through some books that I have the rights back on and find new homes for them.

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

Happy to…

Blurb for Lovers and the Fiend:
Ex-cop turned private investigator, Jack Vorst, learns his elf girlfriend Kristina has been missing for a few days after being invited to an underground vampire club. He, too, is summoned to visit club Hexenringe and is taken captive. Jack finds Kristina bound and gagged in a human sized bird cage. They’re both thrust into a kinky world at the hands of Kol, the club owner. Kol, a vampiric beast, shifts into human form to be with Jack and Kristina and needs them to remember their pasts and to love him so he can return to what he used to be. Can Kol make the pair fall in love with him despite his current situation and the fact he’s keeping them captive or will they leave, making it too late for him to change all their fates?
Warning: ménage a trios, M/M, bondage, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition

R Rated Excerpt:

The handsome guy grabbed his pants, hurried off the stage and down the side steps.
Well, it’s either find my girl or appease any inquisitiveness toward being with a member of the same sex. Like maybe with Mr. Sexy who’s coming toward me.
Jack stopped several inches short of running into the dancer, who happened to be the same height as his six-foot frame. The man smiled. His dazzling gray eyes twinkled. The dancer reminded Jack of someone, but he couldn’t place who. The guy dropped his pants, grabbed the back of Jack’s head and planted his lips on his. The kiss was harsh, demanding, but the man didn’t seem to care, so neither did Jack. His free hand traveled down and cupped the bulge hiding in Jack’s jeans. Tingles raced through his body, and Jack wondered what the feel of the dancer’s hand on his naked cock would be like.
For the merest of moments, the man swept his tongue into Jack’s mouth. He tasted of a nutty, roasted flavor with a sweet tinge. Caramel? Perhaps. Jack made a note to find the beer the dancer drank beforehand and read the ingredients.
Loving the play of his tongue against his, Jack was about to reciprocate in the intensity of the kiss, but the dancer broke it off.
“I’m glad you approved,” the man’s tenor voice purred in a hint above a whisper.
Jack wasn’t sure if he meant how Jack didn’t mind the stranger planting one on him, touching him or the thought he had about what he’d been drinking, or all of it, so he just nodded.
“Come.” The man presented his long fingered hand with a charming smile.
Surprised how it didn’t faze him to accept it, he grinned, and where they touched, Jack’s skin sizzled. His knees seemed to weaken, and the only thought running through his lust-addled brain was that he’d follow the dancer anywhere, do anything the man wanted him to do.
The dancer winked, making him feel like his mind was an open book to him, and guided him to a door between the bar and stage. After stepping through the doorway, the man shut the door, encasing them in darkness. His hand tugged Jack’s. In silence, the dancer led him through the dark. How? He didn’t know. But in a weird way, Jack trusted him not to lead him astray.
Several feet in, the man stopped. “I am pleased you made the right decision to come here tonight.” His hot breath fanned Jack’s cheek.
Jack wished he could see the man and how close he actually was to him. If he moved his head, would he be able to kiss the guy in the thong? He cleared his throat. “Well, first off I came to find my woman. Secondly, your invitation seemed to be one I couldn’t ignore, and…” Jack paused. And what? Now that he was here, he found himself aroused and craving the man’s attention. Could he admit that aloud?
“And?” The man licked the edge of his ear.
Desire within Jack spiked, and heat fanned out from his ear and encompassed his neck. He gulped. “And now I think I want you.”

Oooooh, am liking the sound of this!! Where can we get your story?

Purchase links for Lovers and the Fiend:
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Find C.R. Moss here ~

Sexy Man Friday

Happy Friday, all. Sexy Man Friday is back this week.

Let's see if you can spot my theme today...

Don't know about you, but I have a sudden craving for milk!


And for a swim...

Oh and well, clearly I need to go and help him get free, so excuse me.

But, before I go, this young man is here just for Raven McAllan...

I've asked, she's not sharing!

Till next week, folks.

D x

Thursday, 14 February 2013

His Sweet Girl - A Valentine Flash


He loved her carefree giggle. It hadn't changed, not even after all those years, and he pulled her tighter against his chest.

"Let me go, you silly old coot. I've got a dinner to prepare."

"Dinner can wait. This can't, so stop arguing woman, and let me hold you. The grandkids will be here soon, and then we’ll have no peace."

He felt her surrender in the way she snuggled into him, and sighed.

"Have I told you how much I love you today?" he asked.

She giggled again, her breath a soothing kiss on his weathered skin, and he closed his eyes and savored the moment. The years fell away and they were seventeen again, stealing kisses on her parent's porch, their feelings all new and precious. He'd known then that she was the only woman for him.

"I love you too, but only for today." He could hear the smile in her beloved voice, and his lips twitched in answer. Back then, they had only made plans for each day, their future as uncertain as the troubled times they lived in.

She snuggled closer and he dropped a kiss in her hair.

"You're so beautiful, old girl."

"Hah, you always say that. Clearly it's time to get you new glasses."

He framed her face and she grew still in his arms.

"You will always be the most beautiful woman to me, Edna. Happy Valentines, my sweet girl."

Have a wonderful Valentines, folks! And a special kiss to my hubby, who still tells me he loves me every single day.

D x

Wednesday, 13 February 2013

The Submission Of A Mafia Princess - Book Spotlight on @SandraBunino

Every once in a while you find a series that completely grabs your attention. Sandra Bunino's 
The Satin Rose Experience is one such series.

So, settle back, grab a glass of something cold, and meet the Mafia Princess, book three in this fantastic series...


Duty, Respect and Honor thy Family...

As the only child of notorious mob boss, Tony “The Chief” Azzari, Antonietta lives her life by this mantra. Toni never questions the world where decisions are made for her, until she meets Harley-Davidson riding bad boy, Braxton Malone. Ever since their fiery first kiss all those years ago, she can’t deny the desire to submit to his control.

Brax always knew he’d be walking a dangerous tightrope if he fell for Toni, but like a moth to a flame, he couldn't stay away. Barely surviving the wrath of the mob within an inch of his life, a scorned Brax has vowed never again to allow a woman under his skin.

Three years later, Brax is a top Dom at The Satin Rose Experience, New York’s posh BDSM club. When Toni shows up to fulfill her fantasy of submission before being forced into a loveless marriage, that vow is in just as much jeopardy as his life. Can they overcome the crimes of passion from their past and change Toni’s fate forever?


            Toni lay in darkness, left alone with her thoughts and listening to the air flowing in through her nose and out through her mouth as Mia had instructed. Candles were one of Toni’s demands, especially when she discovered the submissive pose would push her ass high in the air. She couldn’t handle a harsh spotlight on her full cheeks. Even though she didn’t want to admit it, the dim lights also served the purpose of keeping her Dom of choice, Mick, as anonymous as possible. Not that she needed candles for that; his last minute demand was to blindfold her. Something that they hadn’t talked about while reviewing her soft and hard limits.
            Toni wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Mia left the room after preparing her for the scene. She tested the restraints connected to her wrist bindings. Only an inch or two of slack allowed her to shift slightly on the sumptuous bed. Crisp linens cradled her shins, which were spread slightly. Deep breaths pushed her leather-covered breasts into the soft mattress. Her position of submission caused the leather strap between her backside cheeks to tighten against her sensitized folds.
            The click of the lock and slide of the door caused every nerve ending to stand at attention. Heavy footfalls sounded on the suite’s plush carpeting. Concentrating on her breathing, Toni willed her heart to stay within the confines of her chest.
            Inhale through her nose. Fingers caressed the back of her calf and eased her shoe off her right foot.
            Exhale through her mouth. Her other shoe slid from her foot and a single finger drew a slow line down the bottom of her foot.
            Inhale. The ticking of a zipper filled her ears.
            Exhale. Shit, the breathing thing wasn’t working.
            Inhale and hold. She squeezed her eyes shut. I can do this. I can do this.
            The floodgates opened with a sobbing exhale. “Fire! Fire. I’m sorry. I can’t. I just...can’t. I thought I could. I thought it would be like before. But it’s not.”
            “Before?” a low voice whispered. There was something about that voice.
            “Yes, before. With Brax. I’m sorry. I just can’t, not like this." A sob wracked her chest and tears soaked her blindfold.
            “Shh, it’s okay,” Hands stroked her hair enveloping her into a comforting sensation that was as familiar as breathing. She picked her head up and perked her ears toward the source.
            “It’s me, Antonietta. You’re safe.”
            The bed dipped next to her and the blindfold slipped off her head. She blinked a few times to focus her eyes.
            “Hello, sunshine.”
            “What are you doing here?”
            “Come on, you know me a little better than to think I’d sit back idly and allow some random man have his way with you.”
            Toni sat up on her heels causing her tethered hands to rise awkwardly.
            “Here. Let’s get you out of these.” Brax unhooked the restraints from her bindings and took her hands into his. He untied the satin cords and slowly uncoiled them from her wrists. Rubbing them in between his hands, memories came flooding back. Back when she was his.
            “You look beautiful,” he said, surveying her body.
            She focused on his face, attempting to sear every feature of him into her memory: the planes and light stubble of his cheeks, his tousled hair, and his eyes that had always been able to read her like a book from the first day they met.
            There was so much she wanted to say, but it was pointless. “One night is all we have.”
            Brax took her chin between his thumb and index finger and pulled her close. “I know. Get up and get dressed.”
            “Where are we going?”
            “Your fantasy of submission starts now. No questions,” he said and playfully slapped her ass. Grabbed his jacket from the chair, he strode to the door before turning around.
            “You have ten minutes. Wear a dress and these.” He pulled a flash of red and lace from the jacket’s pocket and tossed it to Toni.


Author Bio:
Sandra Bunino is a numbers crunching business professional by day who stays up past her bedtime thanks to her oh-so-sexy imagination. Who needs sleep, anyway? Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.

These days, Sandra lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family. She always looks forward to hearing from her readers and she may be contacted at As a social media junkie in need of a ten-step program, you can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter (@sandrabunino).

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