Showing posts with label coming soon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coming soon. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

MWTease from Cat's Rescue - Uniform Fetish "You. Are. Mine." #comingsoon @evernightpub #interracial #bdsm


Happy middle of the week, peeps, and what a week it's been so far. Take it from me, do not have three releases in eight days.... it's not good for your health.

*winks*

Only kidding, it is, of course, hugely exciting, even if my mind is spinning.

Just to prove how much, I'm teasing twice today. The lovely Raven McAllan has me on her blog today with a tease from yesterday's release, Carmel's Choice, which you can find here.


I'm going to tease from Cat's Rescue, which is my story in the Uniform Fetish Anthology which releases this Friday. This is an interracial BDSM story, and Rhys is a fire fighter.

To set the scene, Rhys has just rescued Cat off the ledge she was perched on to rescue her neigbour's cat, and he's making his intentions toward Cat very clear.


 “And where would you go, my little cat? It’s the middle of the night. You’re in your fuck me night dress, which I must say was a delicious surprise about you.” He smiled as her color deepened to the most delightful blush. “It’s freezing out there, you’ve locked yourself out of your flat on a misguided rescue mission of one ungrateful little feline, and the one person who has your spare key is fast asleep and deaf. Where exactly are you going to go to? Always assuming that I would let you walk out of here, and that’s never going to happen. Not dressed like that, anyway.”
“You can’t keep me here against my will.” Cat flung the words into the room.
He chose not to respond, just took a long swig of his own cocoa. The sweet flavor coated his tongue, and he inhaled deeply of the comforting aroma. Most men would choose a stiff drink at the end of a long shift, and Rhys was certainly not averse to drowning his sorrows, but he preferred simpler pleasures that kept your head clear. Besides hot cocoa reminded him of the times when he was little and all of his worries were soothed by his mother’s presence and the ever present cup of chocolate.
Mother, God rest her soul, would approve of his little cat. Her dying wish had been for him to settle down and start a family, but he’d never found a woman that would make him even consider doing so, until the day Cat had walked into his station and he’d fallen instantly in love.  His mother had always said it would happen, yet he had never been sure if he believed her. A single mum herself, she had nonetheless held onto the dream of living happily ever after with the one person you’re destined to be with.
Rhys swore under his breath, as the reality of his feelings hit him in the gut, and he put his cup down, mindful of the white knuckled grip he had on it. It would freak Cat out completely if he broke his mug with his bare hands. She looked ready to bolt as it was.
Instead he took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. Cat watched him through wide eyes, and she carefully took several sips of her drink. Her tense expression relaxed, and he didn’t miss her groan of appreciation—such a deep throated sound that his cock jumped back to full alert, and he crunched his jaw together. He bet she would make those sounds as he ate her out, pushing her toward an orgasm he would not let her have until she begged him for it.
Some of his thought processes must have shown on his face, because Cat’s hands wobbled, and he reached across to take the mug off of her, before she added burned fingers to her list of injuries to hold against him. He put the mug down on the table behind her and ran a hand through his hair.
Cat bit her lip and looked worried.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that. Of course you wouldn’t hold me against my will. I-I seem to not be able to act like a rational person around you. It’s just … just … oh hell.”
She looked so adorably flustered that Rhys had to laugh.
“Would it help if I told you, that you have the same effect on me, little cat?”
“I do?” she asked, and then slapped a hand over her mouth, and shook her head. “I meant what I said. I will not—”
“Be one of my women, I get that loud and clear, but tell me, girl,” she blanched as he let his voice drop, and suddenly found the floor most interesting. The act was such a submissive tell that the dominant in him roared. “Where are all those women you seem to think I have? You can inspect my bedpost if you like.” She squirmed at that, and he grinned. “You won’t find any notches. What you will find, however, are leather restraints with your name on them, girl, and if you’ll insist on insulting me, there’s a paddle that would leave a beautiful mark on your ass for days to come. Every time you sit down it would remind you of who you belong to, and that I will only tolerate so much sass from my girl. And. You. Are. Mine.” He accentuated every word with a tap of his forefinger on the tip of her cute button nose, and Cat’s breathing turned so shallow she was in danger of hyperventilating.
“And breathe, sweet girl. I want you passing out from pleasure or happily floating in sub space, not anxiety.” Giving into the need to touch her, taste her, he bent down and brushed his lips across hers. Cat groaned, and Rhys took advantage and slipped his tongue past her lips. His cat tasted of chocolate and the unique flavor that was all aroused woman. Hic cock jerked painfully against his jeans, and his groan joined her feminine mewl when she kissed him back.
Rhys fisted his hands in her hair to angle her head to his satisfaction, and he took charge of the kiss, deepening it until all he could taste and feel was his woman’s surrender to his will. By the time he finally broke away they were both breathing heavily, and Cat almost fell off the chair as she followed him when he pulled away and straightened up slowly. His hands on her shoulders steadied her, and she blinked several times to get her eyes to focus on him. Only a small ring of moss green remained around the outer edges of her irises, her pupils so dilated that her eyes looked almost black. Oh yes, her body responded to him beautifully. There was no doubt in his mind that his cat wanted him as badly as he wanted her, if only she would shut off her brain and allow herself to feel. Her submission would be so sweet to witness, as she came apart under his hands.
For the umpteenth time since he’d seen her on that ledge he adjusted his prick away from the zipper of his jeans, and his balls drew tight as Cat licked her lips, her gaze transfixed on that action. How he wished he had the authority over her to order her to her knees and to suck him off.
Instead, he forced himself to take a step back.




Blurb for Cat's Rescue:

What’s a girl to do when her elderly neighbor’s beloved Miss Pitty Pat seems injured and stranded on the ledge outside in the middle of the night? Rescue her, of course. Never mind the small matter of being afraid of heights, and ending up stranded on that ledge in nothing but a sexy negligĂ©e.

Firefighter Rhys can’t quite believe his eyes when he sees the hot as hell school teacher from across the road seemingly stuck on a ledge. There’s only one thing to do. Get his little Cat off that ledge and finally make her his.

After all, she is now at this Dom’s mercy, and it’s only proper to spank that luscious ass for scaring him half to death.


Cat’s rescues have never been such fun.

The Uniform Fetish Anthology is on Pre-order now!

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Hope you enjoyed my tease, and don't forget to check out the other awesome teasers. You will not be disappointed. I know my TBR pile grows every week.

Stay naughty, folks,

D xxx



Saturday, 27 December 2014

Brit Boys: On Boys #comingsoon #mm #boxset

Happy Saturday, lovely peeps. If you love some good old mm loving, then I have a treat for you today. Read on :-)





Due for release on 30th December, Brit Boys: On Boys, a collection of 8 M/M novellas written by 8 top British M/M authors. This smokin’ hot box set is initially available at the bargain price of 99c/99p, that’s a steal for 147,000 words/440 pages of unforgettable M/M erotic romance that will leave your eReader, and you, burning up.



Brit Boys: On Boys

From east to west and north to south, these British boys are having a blast in and out of the bedroom with the men of their dreams. They’re topping and bottoming from London to Cardiff, living out fantasies in the wildest fells and hooking up while serving HRH Queen Elizabeth II.

With passion and lust the name of the game, nothing is off limits. Throw in honed muscles, high-strength testosterone and an accent to die for and there is nothing they can’t do and no one they can’t get in this world or another.


Bodywork
By Ashe Barker

Alex is doing okay. His body repair shop makes enough to live on, he has a decent apartment, life is fine. That all changes when he runs into Graham in a supermarket car park - literally. He offers to fix the damage to Graham’s car free of charge. The sparks soon fly, and the heat between them has nothing to do with welding equipment.

Breaking the Marine
By M.K. Elliott

Brandon Rosen hadn’t planned for his final night before enrolling in the Royal Marines to involve a hot stranger and a pub car park. And he certainly hadn’t planned for that same hot stranger to turn up at the barracks in the form of his Drill Instructor, Corporal Will Stewart. In the testosterone fuelled environment of the training camp, can Brandon and Will overcome past pains and face up to what they really want? Or will the Royal Marine Commando School break their relationship before it even gets started?

Love on Location
By Lucy Felthouse

When Theo Samuels heads off to film on location in the village of Stoneydale, he's expecting drama to take place on camera, not off. But when he meets gorgeous local lad, Eddie Henderson, he struggles to ignore his attraction. A relationship between the two of them would be utterly impractical, yet they're drawn together nonetheless. Can they overcome the seemingly endless hurdles between them? Or is their fling destined to remain as just that?


Landscapes
By K D Grace 

Alonso Darlington has a disturbing method of keeping landscaper, Reese Chambers, both safe from and oblivious to his dangerous lust for the man. But Reese isn’t easy to keep secrets from, and Alonso wants way more than to admire the man from afar. Can he risk a real relationship without risking Reese’s life?

The Chase
By Lily Harlem

Steve's killing time working in a comedy club. Why not? It makes him laugh and both the clientele and the comedians are not just fit but also great company. One stand up joker decides to create a wild goose chase for Steve and his ex Robert. Cavorting around Cardiff on a frosty night, however, does more than just show them the way to a threesome, it also reveals the reasons why they should give each other one more shot.

Dish of the Day
By Clare London

Richie’s sunk all his hopes and savings into a new restaurant in south London promoting British ingredients and recipes. His best friends Craig and Ben should be around to help him celebrate the grand opening, but it looks like it’s all heading for disaster - until his friends step in to tell him some home truths. Then they’ll help him relax and enjoy their loving, intimate menu instead.                   

E2
By Sarah Masters

When Archie meets Dan after The Change, he realises there is no such thing as a random meeting of soul mates, it's all mapped out in the stars. Now all he's got to do is hope those orbiting planets stay in alignment and true love finds him again.

Locked Out
By Josephine Myles

Getting accidentally locked out of his hotel room on Valentine's Day night is embarrassing enough for teacher Martin Cooper, but the fact he's stark naked makes it even worse. It doesn't help that the one person he runs into is Rod, the gorgeous man he'd been checking out earlier in the hotel pool. But when Rod offers Martin a refuge, the night heats up. Now if only Martin could get the hang of this seduction business...

Find out more and pre-order your copy at Brit Boys: On Boys.



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Wednesday, 26 November 2014

#MWTease from Bought for Christmas #comingsoon @evernightpub #bdsm #shifter


Welcome to the tease, brought to you by the lovely Sandra Bunino, where we tease you from either a published work or a work in progress.

There is only one story I can tease from today, and that's Bought for Christmas. You might have heard me squeal this week, when I got my release date. My scarred bear shifter will be yours to own come December 8th.

I can't wait for you to meet Hunter and Emilia. What's more their story is an Editor's pick.

*big grin*

So, without further ado, here is a HOT tease. You have been warned. Hunter has a unique way of distracting Emilia from answering questions he is not ready for...

Emilia would never have believed it, had she not seen it with her own eyes. One minute a very naked, very aroused Hunter towered over her, the next he had dropped to his knees and changed into a big brown bear.
His scars weren’t as pronounced in his animal form, but they were there nonetheless. Not that it took away from the majestic beauty that was Hunter in his bear form. His intelligent golden eyes looked at her, and he trotted closer. His wet nose nudged her arm, and taking a deep breath she put both of her hands in his fur. It was the exact same shade as his hair in human form, and she stroked him. Wonderfully soft and warm under her digits, he was the equivalent of a real life teddy bear, and Emilia giggled at the thought.
His bear rumbled in answer and nudged her again.
“You’re beautiful, Sir.”
She whispered the words, and then the massive bear stepped back. The air shimmered around him, and seconds later Hunter was back in his human form. He didn’t look at her when he yanked his jeans back on. He didn’t manage to button them back up again over the enormous erection he still sported, and he sat down gingerly, and stretched his long legs out in front of him.
“So, now you know,” he said, and Emilia nodded.
“Now I know. Thank you for trusting me enough to show me.”
Hunter groaned and ran a hand through his dark hair. It made it all stick up on end, and Emilia gave into the need to be close to him and straddling him, sat down on his lap. She dropped a kiss on the raised skin on his shoulder, and then reached up to tidy his hair.
“How did you get the scars, Sir?”
Hunter shook his head and tugged her shirt up until her breasts were exposed. Her nipples beaded in the chilly air, and he chuckled and ran his knuckles across them while pulling his legs up. The action tipped her forward slightly, and in the next moment he had the shirt pulled off her entirely and twisted around her wrists at her back in makeshift restraints. As soft as it was on her wrists, Emilia couldn’t move, and she gasped when he unsheathed one of his claws, and ran it along her jaw line. Her eyes widened when he ran it over her throat, and she swallowed nervously as he trailed it down towards her breasts. Once there he increased the pressure, and allowed more of his claws to emerge. Tiny pinpricks of painful sensation they dug into her breast tissue as he molded it between it his fingers, and then bent to suckle first one and the other into his mouth.
“You, sweet kitten, ask too many questions, but I do you a deal. Every time you ask me something else, you owe me an orgasm. How does that sound?”
 He pushed her breasts together so that he could lave both her nipples at the same time, and Emilia tightened her thigh muscles to rub herself against his heavy erection.
“Oh no, you don’t. Up you come. We’re doing this on my terms.”
Guiding her by her bound wrists he took her over to the long dividing counter and pushed her down with a hand on the small of her back, while he lifted her feet off the floor and pulled her ass back into his groin.
“Hmm, yes perfect. Put your feet in those.”
Completely helpless and at his mercy, Emilia had no choice but do as she was told, and a shiver went through her when he yanked her jeans down to mid-thigh and then guided her feet into some form of foothold.  Soft leather went round her ankles, and she found herself slip deeper into her submissive headspace as her movements were restricted.
Hunter slapped her ass lightly, and she groaned as heat flared anew and moisture seeped from her pussy.
“Beautiful. Your ass is lovely and red, and you can’t move. Now, shall we start our little game? What did you want to ask me, kitten?”
Did she want to? Emilia struggled to get her brain to work, especially when he swatted her ass again and then moved away.
“Now don’t you go anywhere.” His laugh could only be described as pure evil. “I’ll need to get a little something from my toy box. I’ll be back before you can miss me.”
Oh, God, what now?
True to his word Hunter was back before she managed to draw more than three shuddering breaths into her lungs. He reached across her to plug something into the electrical socket, and every muscle in her body tensed when she heard the loud vibrations kick on.
Hunter ran the thick head of the Hitachi slowly down her spine, avoiding her bound wrists, and Emilia jumped as far as her restraints would allow when he guided the vibrator across her stinging ass cheeks.
“I believe you were going to ask me a question, kitten? What was it again?”
He trailed the torture object lower, and lower still holding it just over her labia, and Emilia groaned. Already the wicked vibrations travelled through her and made her pussy clench in desperate need.
“Nothing, not a thing. I don’t want to know anything if you’re going to use that thing on me ... oh God, noooooo.”
Hunter laughed and held the head right over her clit.
“Wrong answer, kitten. For that I demand three orgasms from you, right now.”
Emilia wailed and bucked, but it was useless. There was no hiding from the relentless vibrations that pushed her headlong into an orgasm so forceful she saw stars.




I’m the beast, haven’t you heard….

Christmas is supposed to be a time for miracles and one will surely be needed when Emilia Duncan finds herself sold to the beast to save her father’s company. Having lusted after the much older, enigmatic man for as long as she can remember, spending the Christmas weekend as his submissive will satisfy her raging libido, but can she protect her heart?

Bear Shifter Hunter Monahan cannot stand idly by when Emilia is thrown to the wolves. There is only one shifter who will get his claws into her and that’s him. The contract ensures her submission for the weekend. Too bad his bear wants much more than that.

Hunter is used to hiding behind his gruesome scars, but in the bid for Emilia’s heart, that is not an option this time.  Isolated in his cabin, it’s not just the snow that melts.

Releases December 8th

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Wednesday, 5 November 2014

#MWTease from Auctioned to the Spanish Dom "Did you come here, looking for a Dom?” #comingsoon @sirenbookstrand #bdsm #mfm



Happy middle of the week to you, guys. I'm going to tease from my upcoming release Auctioned to the Spanish Dom (book three of The Spectrum Auctions).

In this scene Pedro is determined to get Peyton to admit to what she needs...They are in his playroom, and Peyton is a tad confused.

Usual warning applies.

*smiles*



“I don’t understand. Scarlett said you never played at home, so why…” She paused and worried her bottom lip with her teeth. “Why, all this?”
Pedro shrugged his shoulders.
“Why not? I had the room, and I thought it was about time I got one of my own, just in case….”
He paused, unsure of how much he was willing to share. Then again, he was expecting honesty from her, so it was only fair he put his cards on the table.
“In case I ever took on a full-time submissive.”
Peyton’s mouth fell open, and he could almost see the wheels turn in her head.
“You haven’t had one?” she asked.
Pedro shook his head and slowly stepped up to her.
“No, I haven’t. I get my needs met at the club. I have…had no wish to settle down.”
“Why? And does that mean you now are?”
Of course Peyton latched onto that little nugget of information. Her reporter side was showing, and he grinned at that thought. Of all the subs he could have picked, he had to have chosen a nosy reporter. Life would never be simple again, he was sure. Not that she has agreed to be your sub yet.
For all he knew she could still bolt.
“Sir, please answer me.”
It was the hesitant Sir that did it. Pedro tugged at her tee, and she let it go after a moment’s hesitation. Her breathing hitched when he ran his gaze over her curves and then skimmed his knuckles across the hard buds pressing against the fabric of her bra.
“So responsive, pequeña. We need to sort your back out, however, so turn around for me.”
“I will when you answer my question.” Peyton put her hands on her hips and glared at him.
Pedro grinned, and wrapping his hands in her hair, tugged her closer, so that her breasts were squashed against his chest and his cock dug into her belly. Her expressive eyes widened and clouded over when he yanked her head back and pulled her hips closer still by hooking his fingers through one of her belt loops. He marched her back slowly until her back made contact with the cross and a hiss escaped her.
“That depends, pequeña. Did you come here, looking for a Dom?”
He pushed her further into the cross and squeezed her ass, where he knew one of her biggest bruises would be, and she went limp against him. He almost didn’t hear her whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
Pedro’s guts tightened in sheer relief and his balls drew tight.
“Well then.” He bit down lightly on her neck and nibbled his way up to her jaw until he could run his tongue along the seam of her mouth. She opened up for him instantly, and he took his time teasing her, until she groaned and shook in need. Her fingernails dug into his biceps and he kicked her legs apart and, grasping her wrists, pulled them up to secure them on the cross above her head.
“No hands.” He smiled at her feminine growl, and cupping her breasts, pulled them over her bra cups until they were exposed to his hungry gaze.
“Much better, but I think we’re going to need some nipple clamps for those just as soon, as we’ve got rid of these jeans. How’s the back like that, pequeña? Give me a color.”
“It hurts, but…” Heat rose in her cheeks and she couldn’t quite bring herself to look him in the eye.
“But?” he asked. “I’m not a mind reader, tell me.” Pedro had a fairly good idea what she was going to say, but he wanted her to admit it.
“I like it,” she finally whispered.
“Why?” he asked, and she groaned. Such a deep-throated sound that it shot straight to his balls. He needed to hurry this along, so he could fuck the brains out of her, but he needed to hear her say the words more.
“Jesus, please don’t make me say it.”
Pedro laughed and stepped away from her.
“Oh, I am making you say it, or I’ll untie you and send you home, wet and horny as you are. Is that what you want me to do?”
Peyton shook her head with so much force her hair whipped through the air and hid her face. Pedro drew it back for her and smiled at her flushed expression.
“No, Sir, I don’t want you do that.”
“Good girl, so? How does it make you feel?”
Pedro took her nipples between his fingers and rolled the tight buds. A renewed shudder went through her frame, and she tried to close her legs, but he shoved his thigh between them and rubbed along the seam of her jeans. Peyton pulled on her restraints, and even through their combined clothing, he could feel her heat. So damn responsive.
“Wet and horny for you, Sir. Please, will you fuck me? I need your cock inside of me, stretching me, making me yours. Please, I—”
She screwed her eyes shut while the words tumbled out her mouth, and Pedro shut her up by kissing her. Grabbing her hips, he rotated them over his thigh and Peyton groaned into his mouth. Faster and faster he moved those hips while he fucked her mouth with his tongue, until Peyton came with a gasp and a gush of her juices left a wet stain on his thigh. He kept up a slower rhythm until the last of her shudders abated and then stepped back to look at her.
Her skin a delightful rosy sheen, Peyton panted, eyes closed, breasts heaving. Such a beautiful sight.
“That one was for telling me truth, pequeña.” He dropped a kiss on her nose and her eyes fluttered open. “And for begging so nicely for my cock, especially when you informed me in no uncertain terms that you would never beg for it.”
Peyton tried to shrug her shoulders, and the shy smile she gave him was his undoing.
“That was then, this is now, Sir. Please, I still want your cock.” She let her gaze drop to where he was tenting his joggers and licked her lips. “If I may make an observation, Sir, you’re wearing far too many clothes, still.”
Pedro laughed. There was his cheeky minx.
“You may, but then again so are you. We’re going to have to do something about that.”
He dropped to his knees in front of her, and her eyes widened when he inhaled against her wet crotch.
“I’m afraid these jeans may be ruined forever. I hope they’re not a favorite pair?” He looked up at her to see her shake her head, and he grinned as an idea occurred to him.
“Good.”
She tensed when he slipped her trainers and socks off of her and then fastened her ankle to the restraint attached to the cross. He repeated the action on the other side and then stood slowly.
Peyton looked so utterly confused by his actions that he had to hide his smile. Sure enough, her next words confirmed it.
“Erm, Sir? How is this helping with the getting me naked bit?” she asked.
“Oh, that’s easy, pequeñita.”
He stepped away, and took out one of his collection of knives out of the bottom drawer of his cabinet. Peyton went as white as a sheet when she saw what he held in his hand.
“Yellow.”
Pedro smiled, and she looked even more confused. Peyton kept a wary eye on him, as he approached her slowly, knife held loosely in his left hand, and cupped her cheek with his right hand. He knew cutting was one of her hard limits, but he had no intention of drawing blood. Just to fuck with her mind a little.
“Sir?” she asked, leaning into his touch and he rubbed his stubble across her other cheek.
“What, pequeñita? Talk to me.”
“I don’t like knives, Sir.”
He nuzzled closer into her, loving the slight tremble of fear that shook her frame, as he brought the knife between them until the cold steel rested on her bare tummy.
“I know, but trust me?”
Pedro pulled back slightly to read her expression, and she bit her lip and nodded.
“Good girl, I’ll make this good for you, I promise, and I never draw blood.”
She went so pale at his words, he wondered whether he was pushing her too far. He seemed to have a habit of doing that, but, fuck him, if her responsiveness to anything he did didn’t want to make him push her more.

“I’m going to cut your clothes off you, that’s all.”




Peyton King had a simple plan. Sign up for the Spectrum Auctions and finally get the story that will get her the promotion she craves.

It’s just her luck that the person who wins her is Pedro Hernandez. The Spanish Dom has been starring in her erotic dreams ever since they first butted heads in her professional life, and he proves impossible to resist, if downright scary.

The sadist in Pedro is looking forward to teaching the prickly reporter a lesson or two. However, when Peyton turns out to be a masochist her instinctive responses floor the experienced Dom. Maybe it’s just his age catching up with him, but this young reporter gets under his skin like no other sub ever has, and their play smashes through both of their emotional defences in record time.

When their relationship is put to the test, Pedro has to decide if he can trust his pequeñita.

She is a reporter after all…


Releases November 18th



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Stay naughty, folks, and don't forget to check out the other teasers. As ever thanks to the awesome Sandra Bunino for putting us all together every week.

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D xx