#SexySnippets from The Housewife and the Film Star #possessiveAlpha @evernightpub #bdsm

Happy Sunday, folks. It's time for another sexy seven and today Sven shows his possessive side to a would be suitor's of Sylvia. They're at Timmy's end of school concert, and Sven has just made a very generous donation to school funds to ensure Timmy's continued scholarship. Harry, her sister-in-law's choice of husband for Sylvia objects to this. Well, wrong move!

No one messes with Sven's woman and her kids, not on his watch....

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"On the contrary, Peggy, neither you nor Harry seem to grasp the concept that Sylvia and I are lovers and I. Do. Not. Share. Harry, do you get that?"

 The poor old headmaster's strangled cough in response had a just returned Timmy, laden with a plate full of cupcakes, slap the man on his back to help him breathe, and Ruby giggled and whisked him away again.

"Well, look here now, gentlemen, remember this is a school."

The headmaster's attempt at conciliation was being ignored by the two men locked in a silent battle of wills. It was just as well Sven still held onto her, otherwise, she was sure he'd have planted a fist in Harry’s face before now, and his next words were pure ice.

"Of course I shan't stop you from making a donation to school funds, if you still feel the need to do so, now that you know it will most certainly not get you into my lover's knickers."

When international movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mom of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive—and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can't resist the challenge Sylvia represents.

Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help but be drawn to him, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. She can't help but fall in love with the private, broken Sven—even if he doesn't do love.

With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking

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Woop! It's Release day for The Housewife and the Film Star @evernightpub #giveaway #BDSM

Nothing like Release day to chase the Monday blues away, is there? I'm so excited that Sven and Sylvia are getting their chance to shine. This was the first novel I ever wrote and completed, and the one that got me completely hooked on this writing malarkey.

My hero Sven is the very first hero who ever sat on my shoulder and insisted I told the story his way. You see, the very first draft of this was written the way I thought I ought to write. It wasn't awful, but it certainly wasn't publishable as the number of rejections I received will testify to.

So, I shelved it for a while and wrote other things, but Sven kept niggling at me, until I sat down and opened a new  word document and rewrote the story the way he told me. There were many arguments along the way, each and everyone of which he won, of course, and my previously titled What are the odds, became Scandinavian Scandal and an erotic romance. It found a home with the now defunct Noble Romance, and my elation soon turned to despair.

I shan't bore you with the details, suffice to say I was biding my time until I could get my rights back, and when that publisher finally closed its doors, I did the snoopy dance.

I had my baby back!

Now, those of you who are writers will understand this, but it was a bit of a shock, re-reading a ms I'd written two years ago. My writing style had changed a lot in that time, so another re-write was on the cards. Once subbed, yet more changes happened with the help of my awesome editor Karyn, and I finally feel that I have done Sven and Sylvia's story justice.

To celebrate the release I'm giving away a $10 Evernight Publishing GC. All you have to do is leave me a comment. 

*grins*

I give you The Housewife and the Film Star...

When international movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mom of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive—and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can't resist the challenge Sylvia represents.

Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help but be drawn to him, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. She can't help but fall in love with the private, broken Sven—even if he doesn't do love.

With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, spanking

And here is an exclusive excerpt:

"No peeking now." Sven's low voice in her ear, one arm ‘round her waist, was the strongest aphrodisiac ever. Sylvia was sure she would simply dissolve into a puddle of drool were he not holding her up. The cool night air skittered across her heated skin, and the gentle sounds of lapping water made her wonder where they were.

Her heart leapt in her throat, not from fear but anticipation. She could never be afraid when Sven was holding her so carefully. The whispered conversation with George in Swedish was interspersed with laughter, whilst she leaned against the Jag, desperately trying to control her breathing and telling the sensible side of her brain to fuck off. She was done with being sensible, and, whatever happened over this weekend, she was going to meet it head on.

"Bye, Sylvia." George's laughter made her wave her hand in the general direction of his voice, and then she was back in Sven's arms. His by now familiar scent wrapped itself round all her female senses.

"Ready?"

"No."

She couldn't stop the squeaky protest of her last remaining sensible brain cells escaping, and his answering amused chuckle in her ear had heat rising in her cheeks.

"Trust me?"

Did she trust him? Now that was one hell of a question. The tenseness of his arms matched the tremor in his voice.

"Baby? We won't do anything you don't want to do, I can promise you that. I can call George back right now if you've changed your mind."

The heat of his body surrounded her like a physical caress and stoked the fire in her belly to flashpoint as he waited for her answer. Everything seemed to be heightened in those few moments. The sounds of the water, the creak of ropes, the breeze that lifted the hem of her skirt, and Sven's heavy breathing, as his hands skimmed across her back and up to her neck to tilt her head up. Feather light kisses whispered across her face, and his warmth surrounded her. The only place their bodies touched was his hands and his lips on her skin as he murmured in Swedish in-between kisses, and she couldn't help the sigh of delicious anticipation as her body relaxed into the sensations assaulting her.

"I should warn you, though. I have every intention of convincing you that you need to stay with me, and, once I get inside you, I shall not let you go. I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll be hoarse from screaming my name."

The growled words zeroed straight to her core and left a trail of fire in their place. Not caring where they were anymore, she groped blindly until her fingertips connected with the cotton of his shirt. Bunching the thin material in her fists, she pulled him toward her until her breasts were pressed flat against his shirt, and she could feel his thundering heartbeat match her own.

"I haven't changed my mind, Sven. Please I want you inside me now."

"Thank fuck for that, baby, and hold onto me."

Before she could draw another breath, he lifted Sylvia against him. Her dress rose up high as she automatically locked her legs around his hips. One shoe clattered to the ground, and the cool breeze on her exposed backside hitched her own arousal even higher. Sven rushed to carry her indoors. Every bounce against him brought her wet and aching pussy in direct contact with the rock-hard erection straining through his jeans. The friction his movements created against her clit brought her closer and closer to another release, and her hips moved against him of their own accord, whilst she whimpered her need into his shoulder.

A door banged shut behind them, and Sven's vicious curse rumbled through her. He pinned her against a wall, and his body held her up, his hands stilling her hips.

"Don't you dare go without me, Sylvia, not until my cock is in you, filling you, making you mine. I want that tight cunt of yours squeezing my cock this time."

Sylvia almost screamed as his hand found her slick folds and ripped her knickers clean off. Her need to get herself closer to those clever fingers overwhelmed her completely. Her needful whimpers hung in the air between them as Sven probed her entrance. He stretched her, and his mouth found hers. His tongue mimicked his fingers as she once again hovered on that painful edge.

A nip of teeth on her lips made her groan in frustration at the loss of his fingers.

"Sven, please, I need…"

"What, lady, what do you need … this?"

A hard thrust of his still-clothed cock had her bite in his shoulder, helpless with the need to have him inside of her. God, what was happening to her? This wild creature begging him to fill her wasn't her, was it? But she was going to explode if he didn't do something, anything.

"Give me a minute to get out of these fucking trousers."

The loss of his body felt like a physical ache. Every atom in her body craved his touch, his scent, fuck, just him, and she helplessly squeezed her thighs together, intensifying the ache only he could fill. Time went agonizingly slowly as she listened to the rustle of clothing, accentuated by their heavy breathing until the rip of foil raised her anticipation to fever pitch again.

Yes, please yes…

He gripped her thighs with his strong hands, and spread her wide. With Sven's agonized growl in her ear he lifted her against the blessed wall again, and his cock nudged her entrance.

"God, you're so wet, so ready, baby. I wanted to take this slow, but I can't. Fuck, I want you so much."

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#SexySnippets from The Housewife and the Film Star @evernightpub #bdsm #givingupcontrol

Hurray, it's Sunday and we're a day away from the release of The Housewife and the Film Star!

*squees*

I'm so incredibly excited that you'll get to meet Sven and Sylvia tomorrow. In my sexy seven today, Sven has suggested using handcuffs, which has thrown Sylvia into a bit of a tail spin. Does she trust him enough to let go? Is she truly ready to revisit her past?

Can she allow herself to give up control to this man? Well, Sven will try his best to convince her to just let go...

"Did I spook you that much?"

"No … I-I … of course not."

"Liar."               

With the prowl of a predator with his prey in sight he pushed himself away from the door, and he covered the distance between them with two long strides. His large hands framed her head in his hands, and his breath fanned across her cheeks as his mouth touched hers. Sven trailed his tongue along the contours of her bottom lip.

"Öppna upp för mig, min sköna."

When International movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mum of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive, and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can't resist the challenge Sylvia represents.

Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help but be drawn to him, however, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. This private, broken, Sven she cannot help but fall in love with, even if he doesn't do love.

With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?

This releases tomorrow with Evernight Publishing

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#MWTease #Coverreveal The Housewife and the Film Star @evernightpub #bdsm

Did you hear me squeal in excitement yesterday?

*bounces*

What prompted all this mad bunny hopping impression. Well, it was COVER ART DAY!

Yeah, as you can tell, I'm still rather excited, lol. So naturally my tease today is from the Housewife and the Film Star.

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"Like what you see?"

Sylvia wrenched her gaze upwards to meet his eyes. He was watching her reaction from under heavy lidded eyes filled with lust and a grim determination that frightened her a little.

"Sven, I don't think I could…"

Before she could even blink he was on the bed next to her, matching his long length to her much smaller frame. He grasped her wrists in one hand again and pinned her arms above her head. With a wicked smile he used just one finger of his free hand to slowly travel up the inside of her thigh. The slight pressure was torture, and by the time his thumb flicked her clit, she was a quivering mass of feminine excitement. How did he do that? Was it the unwavering focus with which he watched her reaction, or simply the way he once again had her pinned, unable to move?

"Trust me, baby, you can, and you will."

The kiss that followed seemed never-ending. In direct contrast to his earlier urgency, he took his time exploring the inside of her mouth with a breathtaking thoroughness that spoke of ownership. The more she tried to hurry him, the slower he went, pressing his heavy body on top of hers, until the whole word narrowed to just the feel of him. Every stroke, nip and suckle of his oh so talented tongue, stoked the slow burning fire in her core to fever pitch, and her hips bucked wildly, needing his touch.

He straddled her, effectively stopping her from moving and looked down on her.

"Take it easy, we have all night, my little firecracker. We'll do this my way, and unless you want me spanking that delicious ass of yours until it matches the color of your lips, you will not rush me."

Sylvia couldn't stop her sharp intake of breath, and Sven's gaze grew even more heated.

"Oh, I see, you like that idea, do you?"

"N-no … I don't."

"Liar." He whispered the word and lifted off her just enough to cup her swollen pussy. Sylvia swallowed her groan as he swiped his fingers through the wet evidence of her arousal, and then lifted his glistening fingers up for her to see.

He licked them clean and hummed his approval.

"Hmm, delicious. If you don't like the idea of my hand on your ass, then why are you this wet?"

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When International movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mum of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive, and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can't resist the challenge Sylvia represents.

Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help but be drawn to him, however, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. This private, broken, Sven she cannot help but fall in love with, even if he doesn't do love.

With the paparazzi breathing down their necks at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?

This releases October 21st with Evernight Publishing

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D xxx

#SexySnippets from The Housewife and the Film Star #carsex #bdsm @evernightpub

Happy Sunday, folks. It's time for those Sexy Snippets again, and there is only story I can take these from. The Housewife and the Film Star. I've completed second edits and I've got a release date: October 21st!

*squeals*

So, without further ado, here are your Sexy Snippets.  Sven and Sylvia are on their way back home from a rather fraught dinner  at Sylvia's sister-in-law's house, and Sven decides that Sylvia needs to relax a bit. He has a rather unique way of achieving this...

"Hands behind your back."

The inherent command in those few words meant she complied immediately, and a renewed gush of her juices aided his questing digits as he slid another finger inside her, and used his free hand to grasp her wrists behind her neck.

"That's my girl. Ride my fingers."

With reckless abandonment she rocked her hips to and fro, the delicious tingles building into an inferno of need. His harsh breaths in her ear matched her own, and when he added a third finger and pushed in deep, that need exploded into spirals of bliss, and her body went limp as her orgasm took hold.

Sven caught her moans in his kiss and then released her with a satisfied grin.

"Easy, baby, I don't want George to have an accident."

I haven't got a cover to share yet, but I do have the unedited blurb.

When International movie star Sven Larsson meets young widowed mum of three, Sylvia, the sexual chemistry between them is instant and explosive, and plastered all over the papers. Sven needs to repair his damaged reputation. The last thing he needs is another scandal, but the Dom in him can't resist the challenge Sylvia represents.

Having survived an abusive marriage, Sylvia is not looking for another relationship, let alone a kinky one with a man of Sven's reputation. Her submissive side can't help but be drawn to him, however, especially once she gets to know the man behind the public image. This private, broken, Sven she cannot help but fall in love with, even if he doesn't do love.

With the paparazzi breathing down their neck at every turn, and past demons raising their ugly heads, will they ever be able to find happiness?

This releases October 21st with Evernight Publishing

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Midweek tease from The Housewife and the Film Star #MWTease

You all know how fond I am of teasing, right? So here I am again with another Midweek Tease. I received first edits for my contemporary BDSM novel The Housewife and the Film Star today, so naturally I had to pick a tease from this.

In this scene, my h/h are sharing a first kiss after a bit of an argument. These two like to spar...

The rush of protectiveness floored him, and obliterated any other desires he had at that moment. Any thought of teasing her went out of the window at what he saw in her eyes, and, not for the first time, he wondered who or what had made her so weary, that she seemed terrified to admit her own needs. And her body's reaction left him in no doubt that she wanted him, no matter how much she might deny it. Her cheeks were flushed, her pupils wide, and her breath labored. He willed his own raring erection to calm down. Now was not the time for sex, regardless of how easy it would be to run his hand under her summer skirt, find her slick folds, and bury himself deep inside her soft flesh. That she would be ready for him, he had no doubt. The sweet scent of her arousal was in the air between them as he tucked her closer, mindful to keep his hips away from her.

"Would it help to know that all you did was sleep with me?"

Her sharp intake of breath and the renewed heat in her cheeks had more unwanted affection well up inside of him. He so needed to fuck her silly. That had to be the reason for the sappy feelings he was having right now.

"As in sleep, not have sex, Sylvia. You were completely out, and, call me old-fashioned, but I do prefer my women responsive in bed."

He chuckled to himself at the myriad of expressions that flitted across her face, shock, embarrassment, denial, and confusion.

"But I don't understand. If we didn't, then what the hell am I supposed to have done for you?"

"You really don't get it, do you?"

Sylvia shook her head at him, her nose wrinkled in worried confusion, and he had to resist the urge to draw her in closer and kiss those worry lines away. Instead, he took a few steps back, not trusting himself not to act on his baser impulses. His cock was still sitting up and screaming, "Come to Papa."

"Really, Sven, what have I done? I know Vera warbled on about your image and what not, but seriously? Unless you really expected me to run to the papers… Oh, my God, that's it, isn't it?  You were expecting me to sell you out, weren't you?"

Sylvia looked furious and hot as hell. Her blue eyes blazed with indignation and set him on fire from the inside out.

"I told you then you didn't need any gag order. I would never run to the papers. No self-respecting woman would, and, if you automatically expect that of people, then I feel sorry for you, I really do."

"Now, you sound like my mother, woman."

"Don't woman me, Sven. Maybe you should listen to her more, and now that we've got that cleared up, really leave!"

No way!

"No."

She growled in that devilishly sexy way again, and he did the only thing he could do. He covered the short distance between them and shut her protest up with his mouth.

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One minute, he stood watching her, the next, he'd grabbed her and pinned her against him. His mouth firmly clamped on hers, he muffled her shriek of surprise. Oh hell.

Heat suffused her instantly. Her moan allowed him access, and with a groan of his own, his tongue found hers whilst he grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms high above her head. The action pushed her breasts flat into his chest, and he ground his rock-hard erection into her lower belly. Sylvia lost all sense of time, and she gave herself up to the sensation of being held, as her own tongue dueled with his in a passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever. Her whole body enveloped in his hard warmth, that clever tongue of his teased and suckled. He explored every crevice of her mouth with increasing thoroughness, withdrawing just enough for Sylvia to gasp some much needed oxygen, before he claimed her again. The initial urgency was now replaced by a gentle adoration that made her wish he would never let her go.

When he finally released her with one last gentle nip of teeth on her bottom lip, his breathing was as harsh as her own. The muffled curse he uttered into her hair mirrored her own feelings exactly.

"Bloody hell, woman, what a kiss."

No shit, Sherlock.

He pulled away from her with a rueful smile, and his thumb swiped across her bottom lip. Those amazing eyes of his, the deepest blue she'd ever seen them.

"If your kids weren't upstairs, nothing would stop me from making you scream."

Oh God. If he wasn't still holding on to her, she was sure she'd have just slid to the floor at those growled words.

"You okay?"

Was she okay? The man had just kissed her senseless, and he wanted to know whether she was okay? Sylvia couldn't help the hysterical bubble of laughter that escaped, and she shook her head, pushed against his chest, and locked her knees.

"No, I'm not okay. Don't you dare kiss me like that again unless you have the intention on following through."

His answering smile was pure sin itself.

"We have ourselves a deal, lady. Now, tell me about Harry."

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Intrigued? I sure hope so.

*grins*

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Share Your Muse Blog Hop #WinAmazonGC

Hello, folks, and welcome to my little corner of Share your Muse Blog Hop.

You will often hear me say that my muse is an unpredictable and contrary little so and so. She can drive me hard or she can take herself off to lie by the pool and make out with hot men gather inspiration in the name of research, of course…

*grins*

Oh yes, my muse is definitely female and very mischievous. She'll bombard me with snippets of ideas all the time, and once she's decided that I need to tell a story, she will throw a hero at me. Yep, it's always the hero who sits on my shoulder. The very first of those heroes was Sven, the hero in the first manuscript I ever wrote.

Sven is based on this young man

Alexander Skarsgard

and he's taught me many things.

1.)    That my muse is definitely visual.

2.)    That I'm a panster and that resistance is futile.

3.)    That characters are always, always, right.

4.)    That I'm an Erotic writer, and to even try and turn down the heat is a useless exercise

5.)    To never, ever, give up.

You see Sven was not only my first, he was also my most demanding hero, and I've re-written his story three times now.

He was the first contract I signed two years ago, (unfortunately that publisher turned out to be a nightmare), and having recently regained my rights to his story, yesterday saw me sign another contract.

*dances*

The Housewife and The Film Star is coming to Evernight Publishing in October and I'm still grinning that new and much improved Sven will have his day to shine. He might finally stop grumbling at me.

Now for my Giveaway, which is open internationally.

I'm giving away two $5.00 Amazon GCs. To be eligible to win, hop across to my website and tell me how many books I've released since Sven originally started growling. You can find see them all on my books page.


Before I go let me share my upcoming release Auctioned To The Honorable Dom.

This story is another example of my muse going little crazy. All it took was this pic

and she was off. A whole series was born…

A drunken dare sees Laura Anderson sign up for the Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex with a real Dom is just what she needs. It was never meant to be with Slade Douglas, the only man she's ever loved. The man who'd left her standing at her parent's grave, and fled the country without an explanation.

Fifteen years her senior, Slade had thought her too fragile and innocent for the lifestyle then, and he made a promise to her brother to leave her alone. This time he cannot walk away, especially as Laura is not the innocent girl he remembers. She has grown into a beautiful woman willing and able to gift him with her submission, and their chemistry cannot be denied.

As he explores her boundaries and pushes her further than she has ever been taken before, Laura flies, but their painful past may prove one obstacle too many.

There's only one thing Slade can do…

Releases September 25th with Bookstrand

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