Showing posts with label Auctioned to Protect. Show all posts
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Sunday, 30 March 2014

#SexySnippets from Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions,2) @sirenbookstrand #BDSM


Happy Sunday, all and if you're in the UK, Happy Mother's Day!

I thought I would bring you one last seven sentences from Auctioned to Protect. You'll find Scarlett fighting for her life and Mike frantic to save her...

...manic laughter rang in her ears, seconds before an explosion rocked the flat and the air filled with shouts and screams. The pop of gunfire deafened her, and from far way she heard Mike’s beloved voice.
“Jesus, baby, hold on. Don’t you dare die on me, do you hear me?”
The most agonizing pain yet took her breath away, as someone applied pressure to the inside of her thigh, and tears filled her eyes.
I never got to tell him that I loved him.
“Scarlett, My Lady, don’t you fucking leave me.”


[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, shibari, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA]

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint-size bundle of curves with a Mistress complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM. Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum, and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and knife play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?

Note: This book contains a heroine who is a domme.

Available now from Bookstrand


*****


Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.

Sunday, 16 March 2014

#SexySnippets from Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions,2) @sirenbookstrand #bdsm


Happy Sunday, folks. It's been quite a week for me. Auctioned to Protect released and my life was taken over by one of those stories that comes out of nowhere, and demands to be written. My muse has a thing for Anthology calls, and this one was an Office romance antho, and well, we all like those, don't we.

Yesterday saw me hit submit on The Takeover. Time will tell if it's a good fit for the anthology, but I sure hope so...

*smiles and crosses fingers*

For today's snippet I'm giving you a glimpse into Mike's state of mind. He has just witnessed a public scene between his estranged sister and her Dom Slade, and Scarlett is ordering him to stay and talk to his sister...

This pint-sized woman was getting under his skin with astonishing speed, and he had no idea what to do about it. Normally speaking he’d run a mile, hide behind his off-putting persona, but there was no hiding from Scarlett, and in truth he didn’t want to. There was something freeing about giving up control, about her not giving him a choice but to acknowledge what was happening.

He raised his head, and Laura’s tearstained gaze connecting with his was like a physical punch to the gut. He’d let her down badly, and he was still letting her down by not accepting her choice to be with Slade. His usual refuge escaped him, as the anger he relied on to keep himself going, to stop himself from thinking about his failings, eluded him. There was only this uncomfortable feeling that made his chest tight and breathing difficult.

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Oh, yes Scarlett is getting to him alright, and the conversation he is about to have with Laura is not an easy one for this tough guy!



[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, shibari, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA]

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint-size bundle of curves with a Mistress complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM. Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum, and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and knife play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?

Note: This book contains a heroine who is a domme.

Available now from Bookstrand

*****


Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

#MWTease from Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions,2) @sirenbookstrand #bdsm


Hello, lovely peeps, it's time for that tease again, hosted by the awesome Sandra Bunino.

Yesterday saw the release of Auctioned to Protect *dances again* so I had to bring you a little tease from this story.


To set the scene. Mike and Scarlett have had some intense play time in the club, and are now leaving it. What follows leads up to a shift in the dynamics of their relationship, as Scarlett has to rely on Mike to keep her safe...


Mike pushed her helping hand away and scrambled to his feet. The way he towered over made her feel small and feminine, and his scowl made her heart flutter. He was utterly furious, yet he stood there, head bowed, and waited for instructions. She handed him a fresh blanket to cover up and he accepted it with a grateful smile.
“Follow me, Mike. I think we’ve done more than enough for your first time. Time to get you out of here.”
He regained some of his swagger by the time they reached the lockers, and the wide-eyed attendant handed Mike the key.
Scarlett shrugged into her coat, perfectly happy in her club attire, but Mike could hardly leave the club naked. A fuzzy feeling spread through her belly at the thought of a naked Mike at her disposal out of the club. She had no intention of ever taking on another full-time submissive, but damn it if that visual wasn’t appealing.
The vision of a fully dressed Mike appearing moments later was another far too appealing sight. From the scuffed army boots, to the faded jeans that clung to his tree-trunk thighs and hugged the impressive bulge at his groin, to the checkered button-down shirt he’d left open at the top. His biceps bulged out of the short sleeves, and along with the leather jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder and the motor bike helmet he carried in one hand, completed the bad-boy look.
He looked good enough to eat, but his eyes showed his wariness and when they stepped out of the club he instantly went on high alert. Stepping in front of her, his eyes scanned the car park, and he wouldn’t let her past until he seemed satisfied that all was well.
“Really? Is all this necessary?” Scarlett asked and Mike grunted his response.
“We’re not in the club anymore, and this is my job. There is a threat to your person. You’re damn fucking right this is necessary. Get in your car and I’ll follow you on my bike. Don’t even think about arguing the point. I’m seeing you safely home.”
He crowded her in against a parked car and Scarlett had to look a long way up to judge his expression. All that leashed aggression sent a flutter of feminine need down her spine. If ever there was a man she would consider giving up control to, if only briefly, then that was Mike. Testosterone positively poured off his big frame now as his gaze bored into hers.
“I’m good at what I do, and I’ll keep you safe, but I need your cooperation for this. Do you think you could give me that?” His harsh expression softened and parts of Scarlett just melted when he added a hoarse, “My Lady.”
He must have read her acceptance in her eyes, because he smiled and stepped back. Scarlett crossed the short distance to her car, and a powerful bike engine roared into life behind her. She turned round just in time to see Mike mount the BMW and she whistled through her teeth. Not only at the poetry in motion that was his denim-clad ass and the way the big machine set between his legs, but also at the beauty of the bike. It suited him and Mike flashed her a cocky grin when he caught her staring.
Scarlett’s lips twitched in amusement, and she turned her back on him, got into her car, and drove off. Traffic was light this late in the evening and they got to her block of flats in no time at all. Every time Scarlett looked into her rearview mirror, her smile deepened, because Mike was right on her trail. There was something so virile about a man in charge of a powerful bike, and Scarlett’s hormones went into overdrive. Mike seemed to be walking, talking Viagra to her system, and as he was being stubborn and following her home, it would be positively rude to not invite him in for some bondage and tea biscuits.
By the time she parked her car, Mike was there opening the door for her, and then helping her out of the car by her elbow. Normally speaking Scarlett would have protested at this handling, but something in Mike’s demeanor stopped her. Like it or not, this was his job, and after the frank and heated discussion she’d had with Slade, she wasn’t too proud to accept the protection. The guy who was after her clearly had a screw loose and folks could get hurt in the process. She would never live with herself if one of her friends got hurt because she was too stubborn to accept the protection offered. Besides, she got the distinct impression that Mike could be just as stubborn as her, and he would do his job whether she wanted him to or not.
Mike had rushed her inside before she’d even realized and she was still fumbling for her key when Mike spun her around and crashed her into the wall with enough force to make her see stars.
“What the fuck, Mike?” Her head hurt where she’d bashed it against the wall and she had to blink twice to make sense of what she was seeing. Mike held her against the wall with one arm across her shoulders and in his free hand he held a handgun Where the hell had he hidden that?
“The door is open, Scarlett. I’m getting you out of here. Move, now!”
The sharp command in his tone galvanized her into action and she only caught a glimpse of her slightly ajar front door before Mike dragged her down the stairs and all but slammed her into her car.
“Lock the doors. I’m going back in.”
He produced a radio out of his leather jacket and called for urgent back up, mouthed to her to stay, and sprinted back off into her building.
Blood rushed in Scarlett’s ears, and despite Mike’s instructions, she got back out of the car, grabbed the baseball bat she kept in the boot, and went after him. If that bastard was in her home, there was no fucking way she would stay behind like some insipid weakling of a female. That was not who she was anymore. She would have the bastard’s teeth.
Adrenaline carried her back up the stairs, the distant wailing of police sirens a reassuring sound. It seemed if one of their own called in, they at least responded pronto. Some of her bravado left her when she saw her open door. An unbelievable stench hit her nose the minute she stepped over the threshold and she held her breath as terror filled her lungs.
No, please, god no.
A masculine arm round her waist stopped her, but she had to see. She had to.
“Scarlett, don’t. You really don’t want to see that.” With strength she didn’t know she had, Scarlett elbowed Mike right in the solar plexus and ground her stilettos in his shin, and his hold on her loosened just enough for her to wriggle out of his grasp.

Scarlett entered the scene of devastation that was her once cozy living room and screamed.


Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, shibari, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA]

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint-size bundle of curves with a Mistress complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM. Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum, and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and knife play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/auctioned-to-protect

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Do check out the other fabulous authors teasing you today. 

Have a great day!

D xx


Tuesday, 11 March 2014

It's here! #ReleaseDay #Giveaway for Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions,2) @sirenbookstrand

Woop, woop!

*does the release day shimmy*

I'm just a tad excited that Auctioned to Protect is here. Ever since Mike and Scarlett first locked horns in book one of the series, I knew they had to have their own story.
They didn't make it easy for me. Those of you who follow me on Facebook will have read my frustrated updates about these two stubborn folks.

The story ground to a halt for a while, and when they did start talking to me again, it was like chipping away at an ice sculpture, but eventually they opened up, and told me their secrets. This story was challenging to write on many levels. I laughed, and I cried, I pulled my hair out, winced, gasped, and rejoiced right along with them. It was a real labour of love, I tell you, and I hope you'll enjoy their story.

If ever two people need each other, it's these two.

Now, to whet you appetite, so to speak, read on. I'm sharing the first chapter right here, and I'm also giving away a copy of Auctioned to the Honorable Dom (book one in this series), or one from my backlist, whichever you prefer.

Just leave me a comment with your e-mail address, please.

*smiles and goes back  to shimmying*


[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, shibari, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA]

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint-size bundle of curves with a Mistress complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM. Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum, and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and knife play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?

Note: This book contains a heroine who is a domme.

AUCTIONED TO PROTECT
The Spectrum Auctions 2

DORIS O’CONNOR
Copyright © 2014




Chapter One

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…sir.”
Michael remembered the address due to his chief superintendent, just in time, but he didn’t seem to be able to stop the tirade coming out of his mouth.
“There is no chance in hell I’ll allow myself to be auctioned off like some sort of fucking piece of meat. They’re a bunch of crazy pervs who need shutting down. If someone is out to take them out, then that’s one less thing for us to worry about, and decent folks can sleep better at night and—”
“Aren’t you forgetting that your sister is one of them?”
The cool and disapproving tones of his superior took the wind out Michael’s overinflated sails of righteous indignation.
Shit, Laura.
He could no more leave his little sis exposed to danger than he could stop breathing. He’d been enough of an ass lately without adding that to his conscience. Besides he still wore the bruises from his last encounter with Laura’s Dom, Slade, when the man had taken offence at the way Mike had spoken to Laura. How the fuck was he to deal with the fact, that his little sister allowed herself to be beaten up in the name of love? He’d never understand the dynamics between Laura and Slade, and he sure as fuck didn’t need to step into the lion’s den and see his sister humiliated like that.
“So, that’s settled then.”
“This is far from settled, chief. Find someone else to do this. I can’t be around my sister at that club. Shit, I can barely look at her in ordinary circumstances with that damn collar around her neck, let alone doing god only knows what at that place.”
Michael ground his teeth and willed his breathing to slow down as unbidden, other images invaded his mind—a petite and curvy raven-haired beauty in a skin tight bodysuit, to be precise. Now he wouldn’t mind running into her again, even if she seemed to have some sort of Mistress complex and seemed to think she could boss him around. His cock hardened in his uniform trousers as he recalled the way the pint-sized woman had crowded him against the wall of the dungeon. It had been one of the most bizarre and sexually charged experiences of his life.
Maybe there could be perks to taking on this assignment after all.
“Mind who you’re calling a pervert, Mike. The owners of Club Spectrum have friends in high places, and they’re doing nothing against the law.”
“Bullshit.”
He smirked at Mike’s muttered curse under his breath, pushed back in his chair, and crossed his arms on his chest.
“This is an assignment just like any other, Mike. One that is of personal importance to the commissioner, and it requires sensitive handling.”
Mike whistled through his teeth, and the chief superintendent’s smile in response didn’t reach his eyes.
“Exactly. The lady in question is a personal friend of the commissioner, and apparently doesn’t want any police involvement. So, discretion is of utmost importance. You’re the best undercover operative that we have on the force and no one will suspect you with your sister being in the lifestyle. Put your personal feelings to one side and, you never know, you might even enjoy it.”
Mike shifted on his feet and swore again when his chief slid the picture across his desk.
He was so fucked.

* * * *

Sweat trickled down his back, and he balled his hands into fists. The action made the chains around his wrists dig in deeper, and Mike clenched his jaw in an effort to not let too much of his distaste show. The Spaniard who’d chained him up earlier had taken great delight in tightening the damn things when Mike had growled at him to fuck off.
His black eyes had looked him up and down and Mike had gagged when the man everyone called Master Pedro had grabbed Mike’s junk and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to Mike’s eyes.
“Watch it, pup. This is an auction, and you never know who you might end up with.”
He’d licked Mike’s jaw and nuzzled into his neck before biting down hard enough for Mike to flinch. But it had been the hands molding his ass cheeks that had him hyperventilate and stand stock-still.
“Such tight buns. It’s been a while since I fucked a man, but I might just make an exception for Laura’s tight-ass brother…”
Pedro had stepped back and continued with a visual inspection of Mike’s body that had left his skin on fire, and far more disconcertingly, his cock half-hard in that lace-up excuse of a man’s thong.
What the fuck was wrong with him? He didn’t do men, and he certainly didn’t go in for pain and humiliation. It had to be the whole sexually charged atmosphere of being in the club. The palpable excitement of the other slaves up for auction was rubbing off on him. This was a mixed-sex auction, and crowded backstage as they had been, he’d seen enough half-naked females to cause any hot-blooded male to go to at least half mast.
Yep, he certainly wasn’t reacting to the other man’s dark looks and oozing sex appeal, nor was he turned on by the feeling of helplessness. That would make him as fucked up as the rest of these weirdos. He was here to do a job and as long as he remembered that, he’d be just fine.
He continued that mantra in his head as he defiantly stared into the crowd. He couldn’t see much past the front of the stage, and the first few tables. It was just his damn luck that Pedro and Slade were sitting at the table directly in his line of vision. Laura hadn’t spotted him yet, draped all over Slade’s lap as she was. She might as well not be wearing anything for all the cover that the see-through corset provided. And that Pedro was running a far too lecherous gaze over Laura’s wares. He laughed at something Slade said.
Fuck it, she was supposed to be Slade’s property. Surely he ought not to subject his pet to another man’s advances, even if that man was a friend, and those advances just seemed to be visual. Then again, maybe Slade shared her with whomever. That’s what these pervs did, after all.
The research Mike had been forced to partake in to make his role believable had left an even sourer taste in his mouth. He clearly did not know either his sister or his best friend at all.
He might know all the terminology now, but it didn’t help one bit to wrap his head around the fact his little sister was an active participant. And as for Slade? What sort of man would subject the woman he loved to all this? Women were there to be cherished and protected, not subjected to depravity.
Even women like Scarlett. The Mistress, and the whole reason why he was here, also laughed at something, and his gut clenched when she glanced at him briefly. The cold look chilled him, but not as much as the announcer’s voice clarifying his attributes as though he were a prize steer.
Laura’s head came up, and she flinched under his glare. That damn collar sparkled in the lights from the stage, and she looked as horrified as he felt when the first bid came from Pedro.
The man winked at him, and Mike balled his fists again. Cover or no cover, there was no fucking way he’d allow that Spaniard, or any other man for that matter, to stick their cock up his ass. More male voices rang out as the bidding started in earnest, and Mike swallowed to keep his bile down. This was turning into a fucking nightmare, and the woman he was supposed to protect just fucking sat there as though she were at a tea party.
Blood rushed in his ears and Mike felt quite faint when the announcer’s hammer fell like a death blow.
“Sold. Come and claim your slave, Mistress Scarlett.”
His cock did the equivalent of a reverse bungee jump, and he was surprised the thing covering his dick didn’t split at the seams as Scarlett sauntered toward him. Hips swinging from side to side, her ever-present cat suit accentuated every curve of her lithe body, and Mike’s mouth watered and his fingers itched. It had been way too long since he’d last gotten laid, and this pint-sized bundle of curves was just his type, if you ignored the whip that seemed to be an extension of her hand. Sure enough, she used the handle of the damn thing to run patterns across his torso, over the tats on his arms and shoulder, and down to his ever-hardening cock.
She stepped right into his personal space and looked up at him from under her spiked lashes.
“So, we meet again, brass.
He flinched at the slave name he was given, and she dug that handle into his balls just enough to hurt.
“Didn’t think you picked that name, but I think I’ll keep it, big boy. Now follow me, and let’s take this somewhere more private.”
She took the chain holding his wrists bound together behind his back and pulled him along after her.
He could have resisted. One sharp tug from him would have her tumbling back against him, but from this position he could appreciate the sway of her shapely ass. His balls itched every time he caught a glimpse of the end of the zip dangling between her legs as she moved along. Poetry in motion—that was her long-legged walk—away from the stage, across the less crowded main play area, where a few people seemed engaged in play. The thigh-high, black leather boots were the perfect contrast to the fire-engine-red cat suit enclosing her long limbs, and they accentuated legs that seemed to go on forever. A delightful contradiction to her little stature. Without her killer heels, she would be no higher than his chest. Mike was so lost in the appreciation of her femininity that he almost collided with her when she stopped abruptly.
“Fuck. No! Help!”
The agonized female screams sent ice through his veins, and without thinking of the consequences, he yanked himself out of Scarlett’s hold on him and stepped in front of her. His wrists screamed at him as he pulled hard enough to scrape skin and freed a hand out of the chain, but he barely noticed the sharp pain zinging up his arm.
The woman in front of them, who was even now being slammed into the wall and held off the ground with one hand around her neck, needed his help.

Aware that Scarlett was shouting something at him, he took no heed and charged forward. One well-placed kick to her assailant’s knee sent the man buckling and the assaulted woman screamed and punched Mike straight in the face, before all hell broke loose.

*****

*chuckles* 

Hope this got you intrigued! *does another shimmy*
You can buy Auctioned to Protect at Bookstrand

Have a great day!

D xxx

Sunday, 9 March 2014

#SexySnippets from Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions,2) "Use your words." #bdsm @sirenbookstrand


Happy Sunday, folks. We're two days away from the release of Auctioned to Protect, so my snippets come from this story.

In this snippet Scarlett has challenged Mike to use his words. He's on his knees, feeling rather stupid, because the only reason he's normally down there is to go down on a woman.
So, Scarlett sets him a challenge to explain what he would do. She has to make sure he knows what he's doing, after all...

*grins*

Slightly longer than seven. Please forgive me, but I didn't want to cut his little speech. And be warned, it's hot!

“I’d start by grabbing that damn zip end with my teeth and pull it away until I could reveal your cunt layer by layer. I’d take my time and drive you crazy, as my breath teased your moist folds, and I would lap at your cream. I’d lick and nibble my way around the outer lips and then delve deeper inside until I found your sweet spot. I’d coax that little nubbin with my teeth until it swelled and peeked out of his hiding place proud and strong. Then I’d use my hands to spread you wide, so you opened to me, and I’d blow across your moist flesh, until you’re so needy for me that your hands yank at my hair and push me into your cunt. Then I’d lick you all over, without touching your clit and then I’d use my tongue to fuck your sweet hole. You’ll be gushing for me and I’ll take you right to the edge and then I’ll leave you hanging until you can’t stand it anymore, and you scream for me to make you come. Then and only then I’ll suck your clit so hard you see stars whilst my fingers fuck you into multiple orgasms, and if you’re a very good girl I’ll even let you have my cock.”


[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, shibari, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA]

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint-size bundle of curves with a Mistress complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM. Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum, and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and knife play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?

Note: This book contains a heroine who is a domme.

Available for pr-order now from Bookstrand

*****


Do check out the other Authors participating today, and why not join us next week? Sexy Snippets are seven sexy sentences taken from a work in progress or published work.

Saturday, 1 March 2014

A hop a skip and a really? #rant and #news

Happy Saturday, folks.

I had to post today, because I've had the most bizarre experience yesterday. I ended up in Facebook Jail for a picture I'd posted. Now, I wouldn't have minded so much had it been an explicit picture. However, this was a shot of a topless man, with his back to the camera, and slightly turned sideways, with his jeans half falling off his butt. The angle of the picture meant you saw half of one toned butt cheek.

I'd post it here, but I didn't actually keep the picture on my hard drive. It was nice but not one of my favourites.

*shrugs*

Yet, this was deemed pornographic and I was placed under house arrest, so to speak for twenty four hours. Go, figure.

I did have to laugh at the feed back I was asked to leave.
"Will you change your posting behaviour following this incident?"
Err, how about an emphatic NO!

Anyhoo, none as queer as Facebook rules... and for the precious person who reported my pic.

Maybe you shouldn't be lurking in an Erotic publisher's reader room, if the sight of half a man's butt cheek offends you so much. Heaven forbid you actually read some of my books. After all I wouldn't want to be responsible for giving you a apoplexy, which brings me neatly onto my hop and skip part of this post.


Auctioned to Protect is now available for pre-order on Bookstrand. This is Scarlett's and Mike's story. If you've read Auctioned to the Honorable Dom, you will remember Laura's brother Mike. He was rather obnoxious and....

Well, you need to read the story to find out what happens.

*grins*


[Siren Allure: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, voyeurism, shibari, cropping, knife play, sex toys, HEA]

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint-size bundle of curves with a Mistress complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM. Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum, and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and knife play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?

STORY EXCERPT

Mike’s heart crashed against his chest bone, and his whole body tensed as adrenaline flooded his system at the sight of that knife.

“I warn you now. You come near me with that fucking knife and woman or not, I’ll take you out. This isn’t funny.”

He kept his gaze trained on that wicked-looking blade, and breathed a sigh of relief when Scarlett put it down on the massage table. She cocked her head to one side and regarded him steadily with an extremely unsettling small smile on her full lips.

Now what was the blasted woman up to?

“I mean it, there’s no way you’re getting near me with that thing. Knives are not for playing stupid games.”

“I agree, and I take knife play very seriously. It’s also the most effective way to test your trust in me.”

“You’re fucking losing the plot, here.”

Scarlett laughed and drew herself up to every inch of her five-foot-nothing frame. She fixed him with that look again and stood to one side.

“No, I’m not losing the plot here, you are. Look at yourself. Not so brave now, are we?”

“What has you getting some kick out of cutting me with a fucking knife got to do with bravery? Been there, done that, got the fucking T-shirt and the scars to prove it, so—”

“Show me,” Scarlett interrupted him and he stopped dead and scowled at her.

Damn infuriating woman. He lifted his left arm, and she stepped closer to inspect the fine line left behind. That blade had punctured his lung and put him out of action for a while. He sucked in a breath when she followed that line and used just enough force for her long fingernails to score his skin.

“Anywhere else?” she asked.

Their gazes locked as she continued to run her hands over his naked skin, and he had to clear his throat to get the words out.

“My back.”

She stepped away and around the table and then her soft little hands were back, tracing a line down his spine this time, until she found the mark just underneath his kidneys. He grimaced at her sharp intake of breath, and then closed his eyes when something soft and supple touched his scars there. Had she kissed him? Sure enough when he risked a look over his shoulder, she was in the process of straightening up, her expression unreadable.

Their eyes met again and she smiled at him.

“I can see why this would freak you out, but I never break the skin—never. In the right hands a knife can bring the ultimate erotic pleasure. I’ll show you, if you let me.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to blurt out a very emphatic no, but something in the quiet way she studied him stopped him.

“You mean I get a choice?”

This time he could read her expression all too well. Irritation radiated off her in almost palpable waves, and he knew he’d goofed up again.

“Forget I said that. I know it’s my choice. Laura screeched that at me often enough. How it’s her choice to do all this, and to jump at Slade’s bidding.” He couldn’t keep the bitterness out of his voice, and Scarlett narrowed her eyes and shook her head.

“And yet you clearly didn’t hear her, did you? What you describe is not the way this works. Laura and Slade’s relationship is far more complicated than that. Your sister is a strong, independent woman, and her submission to her Master is entirely her choice. Submission is a gift any Dominant treasures, and it’s a responsibility none of us take lightly.”

“So you say,” Mike grumbled under his breath.

Scarlett went very still and when she finally looked at him, her previously warm green eyes were icicles of steel.

“Then there is really nothing else to say, and I’ll escort you off the premises.”

“Oh no you won’t. I have a job to do here.”

“Then fucking do it, and open your closed-off mind to the possibilities. There is no place for you here otherwise, and Laura will have lost a brother as well as her parents.”

Her voice could have cut steel, and the ice-cold disdain with which she still regarded him cut through his protective layers of indifference as though she had cut him with that damn knife.

“Keep my fucking sister out of it. I’m here to protect you on order of the commissioner himself, and I’m not moving until I get the bad guy.”

Scarlett moved so fast he never saw it coming. One minute she was stood glaring at him, the next she had her whip in her hand and the end of the damn thing missed his head by inches. Only he got the distinct impression that she didn’t miss him at all. Every crack of the whip rung in his ears, and the air whooshed past his face, yet she never touched him. Mike didn’t dare move, too caught up in watching Scarlett swing that whip with such deadly precision.

When she finally stopped, a fine sheen of perspiration marked her skin and she let out a slow exhale.

“Does that look as though I need protecting?” she asked.


ADULT EXCERPT

She stepped back and let his robe fall to the floor, and Mike swore. He ran a hand through his short hair, and a shiver went through him when she took one of his large hands and put it on her breast. His hand was so large that it completely engulfed her small handful and shards of need shot down to her clit when he rubbed his rough palm over her hard nipple.

“Yes, oh yes,” she whispered the words and reached for the buttons of his jeans. Mike stepped back until he made contact with the wall and she yanked his trousers down his hips with more haste than finesse. His huge cock jumped up to his navel and her pussy clenched in need. Mike kicked the jeans off his legs and she jumped into his arms. Mike caught her automatically as his mouth slammed down on hers and he twisted until she was pinned against the wall.

Scarlett locked her legs around his waist and rocked herself upward until the tip of his cock slid through her soaking wet slit. Mike’s fingers dug into her ass and he broke free of the kiss, holding her just off him with almost superhuman strength.

“Protection?” He ground the words out through clenched teeth, and she drunk in the sight of his passion-glazed eyes, and the way the veins stood out on his neck with the effort to hold himself back.

Tears filled her eyes anew and she hastily blinked them away.

“I’m clean and I’m on the pill, and I know you’re clean from your records, so please, just fuck me. I need to feel you in…oh.”

The breath whooshed out of her lungs as Mike thrust into her core.

“Jesus, Scarlett, you’re so tight. Relax, let me in. I don’t want to hurt you.”

He pulled out, and then thrust deeper again. Scarlett threw her head back and watched in the bathroom mirror as his thick cock, slick with her juices, disappeared into her cunt. Mike, too, turned his head, and he pulled out and thrust in again.

“Fuck that’s so hot.”

Scarlett could only nod as the slide and drag of his shaft set every one of her nerve endings on fire. She felt so incredibly full and he was only halfway in.

“Faster, fuck me harder! I want all of you inside me. I can take it, use me. Please make me forget.”

Their eyes met in the mirror, and their gazes held as Mike bent his knees and thrust up. Pain exploded in her cervix as his cock slammed against it, and Scarlett threw her head back and screamed. That felt way too fucking good. Mike pulled out and slammed into her again and again until finally he bottomed out.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good around my dick, Scarlett. Look at us. Look how I stretch your tight hole. Jesus, baby, tell me this is as freaking good for you as it is for me.”

Scarlett dug her fingernails into his shoulders in answer and clenched around him, and Mike roared. He pulled out and thrust back in again, ramming her into the wall as she hung on for dear life. Pain mixed with pleasure so intense she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t talk, just hung onto his big shoulders and took all the passion he gave her.

Here was a man brutally taking his own pleasure and sending her body sky-high in the process. When he pulled out of her and dragged her over to the sink, Scarlett bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. Mike kicked her legs apart and then slammed back into her from behind. This position drove him deeper than before and when he reached around and stimulated her clit at the same time, Scarlett saw stars. Her whole body tightened in ever closer spirals of pleasure that started from deep inside her core. Impaled by his hot member, his harsh breath in her ear, one hand digging into her hips, the other mercilessly fingering her swollen clit, he pushed her toward a mind-splintering release. Higher and higher she climbed, and when Mike grasped one of her legs and shoved it over the edge of the sink, the move sent her over the edge.

He yanked her torso up and pulled it up against his chest, allowing him to sink deeper still into the clasp of her body. Ripples and waves of pleasure crashed over Scarlett, and she let her head fall back and gave herself up to the sensation rocking her body as Mike increased his tempo even more. Every forceful thrust lifted her off her toes, and Scarlett came a second time, or was it the third. Sensations merged into one, fire raced over her skin, and she screamed his name when he grew bigger still inside her and then grunted his release into her shoulder, and warmth spread deep inside her.

Mike lowered her leg with them both still joined as intimately as two people could be, and he locked his arms next to hers on the sink. By the time her breathing had slowed down enough to speak and her hazy vision cleared, Mike was slowly slipping out of her. She tightened her muscles to keep him in for longer and he groaned and rubbed his morning stubble across her neck. It left delicious tingles in its wake and Scarlett moaned her contentment.

Their gazes locked in the mirror and Mike smiled. Scarlett’s heart turned over in her chest at the open affection she saw in his azure eyes that seemed to bore straight into her very soul.

“Good morning, My Lady. I guess this beats coffee first thing.”

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Wednesday, 12 February 2014

#MWTease from Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions, 2) #bdsm @sirenbookstrand



It's freezing here, as I type this, so, in an effort to warm us all up, I'd thought I would tease from my upcoming release Auctioned to Protect again.

In this scene Mike realizes the pleasures that can be had from giving up control. Not that he does so gracefully...
Be warned, it's hot!

*smiles*


“Hold your wrists out, brass.”
Scarlett’s tone of voice brooked no argument and he complied immediately, even as sweat broke out on his forehead. She wrapped the rope round his wrists and tightened it. The residual pain left over from his earlier injury flared into life and he crunched his teeth.
“Relax, brass. We’ve only just started. Wriggle your fingers for me.”
Cool hands stroked across his wrists and under the ropes, and he released his tense shoulders. That wasn’t too bad. His relief was short-lived, however. There was a whirring sound, and then his arms were yanked above his head. Higher and higher they went, until he was forced to scramble to his feet, and eventually his tip toes. Only then did the pressure stop, and Mike swore under his breath.
“Such foul language, brass. I see that I’ll have to keep that tongue of yours under control.”
The ice in her voice chilled his veins. There was the scrape of something on the floor and then Scarlett’s hot breath in his ear, seconds before she bit down hard. The sharp pain made him open his mouth and Scarlett wasted no time in shoving a ball gag into his mouth.
Mike yanked on his restraints, but it was useless. All he achieved was overbalancing and his arms screamed at him as they took the strain of his body before his toes found the floor again.
“Silly boy, stop struggling or you’ll hurt yourself. The only pain I want you to experience is the one inflicted by my hand. Is that understood?”
Mike grunted in answer and saliva ran down his chin as he struggled against the gag.
Scarlett wiped the moisture away with a cloth and pushed a soft ball into his hands.
“If it gets to be too much drop this, and I’ll cut you free. This will serve as your safeword while you’re gagged. Nod if you understand me.”
Mike let the ball drop immediately and Scarlett laughed. She scored her fingernails up and down his chest with what felt like enough pressure to leave angry marks.
“Nice try, brass. Drop them again without good reason, and you won’t like the punishment I’ll dish out.” She drew a path of pleasuring pain down towards his ass cheeks and squeezed hard.
“Such a delicious butt for me to play with. I have a new butt plug I’ve been saving for special occasions. It would make a fine decoration for that tight hole, don’t you think?”
Cold sweat broke out across Mike’s skin and he frantically shook his head. Scarlett’s musical laughter skittered across his flesh, and he grasped the ball in an iron grip when she gave it back to him.
“Much better. That wasn’t so hard now, was it, big boy?”
He managed a grunt in answer and again she laughed. The kiss took him by surprise. A mere brush of her soft mouth across his bottom lip and lower, she dragged her full lips down over his chin. Soft openmouthed kisses that nudged his arousal up again, as her hot breath left gooseflesh on his body. By the time she’d worked her way down to his cock, he was once again hard enough to pound concrete.
His whole body tensed when she kissed the tip of his dick and swirled her tongue around his foreskin. Taking the skin between her teeth she pulled and stars exploded behind his eyelids as he braced himself for the pain that never came.
Instead, pleasure coursed through him as she took him deep into the hot cavern of her mouth, so deep that he hit the back of her throat. Scarlett swallowed and then released him with agonizing slowness, before she repeated the process.
Fuuuuck.
The woman was messing with his fucking mind.
He groaned around the gag as Scarlett fondled his balls. She released his dick and sucked one of his heavy testicles instead, while her hands stroked up and down his cock. Her nails scored the thick vein underneath and his nostrils flared as he tried to draw in frantic breaths of air. Not knowing what she was going to do next was driving him insane, which was no doubt her intention.
Pain followed pleasure, as she bit the inside of his thigh hard enough to draw blood, whilst continuing to stroke his dick. Helpless to resist her talented hands, all the sensations merged into one until his befuddled brain couldn’t decipher what was pain or pleasure. His balls throbbed and his cock ached with the need for release, yet she kept him hovering on the edge. Scarlett withdrew every time he came too close to release and Mike uttered a string of swear words in his head.
Scarlett’s laugh whispered across the head of his dick, and she trailed kisses back up his torso until he felt her breath on his sweat-slicked skin. She was too small to reach up there, so she must have climbed on something.
“Poor brass, so needy, aren’t you? I’m rather fond of a large cock to play with, and yours is begging me so nicely. Tell me, big boy, do you want to come?”
Mike clenched his teeth and grunted a strangled yes past the gag, and the damn woman laughed at him. There was something teasing and lighthearted about it that deflated some of his anger. She kissed the side of his neck and a shudder went through him.
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you, but not until you’re fit to bursting. You’re going to have the best fucking orgasm you ever had by the time I’m done with you.”


Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint sized bundle of curves with a Mistress complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM.

Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and Knife Play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?



Coming to Siren Bookstrand on March 11th

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Sunday, 9 February 2014

#SexySnippets from Auctioned to Protect (The Spectrum Auctions,2) #bdsm @sirenbookstrand


Happy Sunday, folks. If you're here for The Love Scene Valentine's Blog Hop, then please CLICK HERE or on the graphic in the side bar to be taken to my scene for this blog hop.

Otherwise read on, as I bring you another seven sentences from Auctioned to Protect.

In this scene, Scarlett is very much in charge of Mike (brass), and she makes him a promise...

“Poor brass, so needy, aren’t you? I’m rather fond of a large cock to play with, and yours is begging me so nicely. Tell me, big boy, do you want to come?”
Mike clenched his teeth and grunted a strangled yes past the gag, and the damn woman laughed at him. There was something teasing and lighthearted about it that deflated some of his anger. She kissed the side of his neck and a shudder went through him.
“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you, but not until you’re fit to bursting, and then you’re going to have the best fucking orgasm you ever had by the time I’m done with you.”





Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint sized bundle of curves with a Mistress complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM.

Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and Knife Play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?

Releases March 11th.

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