Spotlight on Becoming His Little one by Isabella Olivia Ellis #newrelease #contest

Check out Isabella's latest release. Becoming His Little One is another edition to Evernight Publishing's fabulous short story line, Romance On The Go.

To celebrate her release Isabella has kindly agreed to give away one copy, so do make sure you leave her a comment!

Carolyn is a plain divorcee living a plain life. Though her sexual experiences have all been vanilla, she is drawn to the submissive aspect of BDSM. In the multi-player online world of Other Existence, she finds an outlet for this. It is there that she meets Dave, an older Air Force lieutenant colonel, who turns out to be her dominant counterpart. After weeks of chats in which they share their deepest desires, the two meet in real life and a match made in BDSM heaven is born.



As their relationship develops, she discovers the tenderness and emotion that complements the lifestyle. There are whips and spreader bars, but also loving massages afterward. When Dave is suddenly torn away from her by his duty to his country, it is up to Carolyn to decide if the love they've found is worth the fight to keep it.

Here's a little excerpt for you.

His bedroom was heavy on the manly accents. The walls were a hunter green with brown trim, and the furniture was made to look like hand-hewn wood. The bed was neatly made with a flannel set of sheets and matching comforter.

He brushed past her, saying, “Make yourself at home.” Then he disappeared into what she guessed was the en-suite bathroom.

When he didn’t close the door and instead hunched down to open the cabinet under the sink, Carolyn assumed he must be finding a condom for later. Part of her wanted to feel insulted that he had assumed they would have sex, but a larger part of her felt a thrill at his assertiveness.

He returned from the bathroom, tossed the condom onto the nightstand, and stood in front of her with his hands on hips. “Understand this, little one. When I snap my fingers, you suck my cock. When I clap my hands, you lick my balls. Got it?”      

            Carolyn nodded, aching to begin the tasks assigned to her, but Dave narrowed his eyes at her.

            “You’re already making mistakes. You're too smart for that, Carolyn. And I know this because I would never accept any less from someone I would have as my Little One. You answer any command I give you with ‘yes sir’. Spoken or non-spoken.” He growled.

            “Yes, sir.” She replied, not missing a beat.

            He smiled coldly. “That’s better.”  With deliberate, yet impatient moves, Dave unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. Then, he gave a sharp clap of his hands.

            “Yes, sir.” Carolyn lowered herself to her knees. Working the jeans down his thighs, she pushed them far enough down for him to step out and kick them to the side. His cock was clearly straining against his navy blue boxer briefs, and she leaned forward to kiss him through the fabric. She felt him pulsate through the cotton.

Dave let out a lustful hiss, but then pushed her away by her shoulders.

Confused, she looked up at him.

Smiling deviously, he said, "Wait here. Just like that. This fun can wait for another time. I have something else in mind, and I am too impatient after talking about it for so long."

And she did, kneeling with her palms resting on her knees.

After a few minutes, Dave reappeared with a thin steel rod with a cuff on each end.

            Despite herself and the scenario, Carolyn gasped. "What is that thing?"    

            He knelt at her feet, pausing to adjust the length of the bar. "It's a spreader bar, Little One. You've never seen one?" 

            "I have never even heard of that."     

            "Well, we are certainly going to have some fun then, Little One. Turn around and face the bed. Spread your legs a little farther apart. That's good, now straighten your knee. Good." He wrapped a cuff around both of her ankles, then something clicked and Carolyn assumed the bar had locked into place.

Her legs were just slightly wider than what would normally be comfortable, but she didn't make a peep of complaint.

Dave left the room once more and returned with a pair of handcuffs and a black leather flogger. He tossed the latter to the floor, and then without gentleness, he jerked her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together.

            There she was, vulnerable before him. She felt exposed being bent forward over the bed with her arms cuffed behind her. She had no way of supporting herself, so she let gravity take over and sank into the bed, her ass still up in the air and ready for the taking.

With a jerk, Dave pulled her dress up over her ass to rest bunched up around her waist. The air kissed her bare skin as he shifted behind her. "Mmm. No panties. You listen well, Little One," Dave whispered, his hands beginning to skim and stroke along her ass and thighs.

            "Yes, Sir." She replied, trying not to push herself at him in impatience as his movements began to heighten her senses.

            His hands left her for a moment, and she heard him pull his briefs off. This was confirmed when the head of his cock brushed against her as he reached down for the flogger. Then she heard him step backward.

            The flogger snapped through the air as Dave brought it up and back and forth, over and over, each time getting closer and closer to where Carolyn's sensitive ass lay exposed.

Each crack caused her breath to heighten. She could scarcely even hear the sound of the flogger over the pounding of her heart.

            "I am going to flog you, Little One. Flog that luscious, tasty ass of yours until it is inflamed and engorged, and then I am going to fuck it. What does my Little One think of that?"

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Let's talk Ménage - Guest blog and GIVEAWAY by Isabella Olivia Ellis

I am delighted to have Isabella back on my blog today with her newest release The Vampire's Second.

Bella had kindly agreed to hold a Giveaway. All you have to do is leave a comment and she will choose a winner in two days's time.

Over to you...

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Hello! Today I feel like discussing ménage romances. Specifically, moving from writing a straight MF romance to adding a third element (if that’s what we want to call it. Tee hee.)

In The Vampire’s Bride, Prince Sloane and Lady Caroline meet, fall in love, and have hot sex with each other happily ever after. But wait…

What would become of her childhood sweetheart, Luke Stone? I couldn’t imagine that handsome hunk of man going to just ANYONE, so I decided that Caroline would have him after all. Of course, this complicates things a bit, but thanks to a wonderful loophole, it works out.

Writing the ménage scene for this story was my first try at having a threesome (in writing, AHEM). I found myself thinking, what do I do with this penis? And how does one arrange such a thing?

Clearly, since the book released today, I figured it out. And Caroline definitely gets more than she bargained for.

I hope you’ll have a look.

Ciao,

Bella

Blurb:

“Caroline is the key to fulfilling a prophecy. Her marriage to Prince Sloane is the final seal on his destiny to unite countries and lead an empire. He declares war on a rival vampire clan, but before he leaves he makes one request of Caroline. That she take her childhood sweetheart, Lord Luke Stone, as a Second. A Second is man who binds himself to a woman with the promise to protect her at all costs and acts as a surrogate husband. To appease Sloane, Luke and Caroline agree. After he leaves, the royals of Bernehart are sent away for their own protection. While in exile, Luke and Caroline find themselves drawn to each other once more. They not only have their desires to contend with, but also danger from their enemies. And the big question is, what will happen to their relationship when Sloane returns?”

Excerpt:

The discussion did not go as either had planned. After a few minutes of chatting, Caroline realized that Luke was trying to pretend as though nothing was between them. She raised her voice at him and he stood up to leave.

Before he could, Caroline shoved him in anger. Even with the added strength from being an Other, it was ineffectual at best. He took several steps away from her, pressing his back into the wall. Not caring that he seemed to want to get away from her, she propelled herself toward him and screamed,

            “You’re being a coward, Luke Stone. A plain old coward.”

            “How am I being a coward, Caroline? Because I don’t want to partake of another man’s wife?”

            Without thinking, she slapped him across the face. He winced, but stood his ground. “It’s not like that, and I know it’s crystal clear to you. You’re his Second, so it’s not adultery.”

            “Does a mere ceremony really change that much, Caroline?”

            “I could ask you the same thing, Luke. Is a wedding, at its basest, not a mere ceremony? Don’t hold yourself to one creed and ignore another. It is unbecoming.”

            Luke wrenched away from her grasp, his sleeve nearly ripping from his effort. With his back to her, he looped his fingers together behind his head and stood there like a winged angel.

            To his back, Caroline cried, “I love you. I have loved you since I was a little girl in short skirts. And I know you love me. What are we doing this for, I beg of you?”

            With a quick turn, Luke silently scooped Caroline up. Arms locked under her ass, he spun both of them so that Caroline’s back was now to the wall. He held her up so that they were face-to-face, rapid breath from each coming toward the other. Her eyes were level with his, and she couldn’t decipher the expression in them. The air between them was thick with tension. Caroline could almost taste their mutual desire. Pressing her harder to the wall, he slid one hand out from under her and plunged it into her hair. She felt his fist curl around the tresses at the base of her neck and he pulled her face towards his.

            “Do you truly love me, Caroline?” he whispered, with a voice that was thick and rough.

            She couldn’t speak, and only nodded.

            “Say it.” He demanded this of her, tensing his grip on her hair.

            Caroline swallowed hard, her want frozen her throat, and said, “I love you, Luke Stone.”

            He seemed unable to be gentle in his current frame of mind, but Caroline found herself not minding. Their movements together were rough and quick, a combination of both their flared tempers and the desperate desire to consummate their relationship. With his free hand, Luke lifted her skirts high enough so her lower body was bare in his grasp. Caroline dug her fingernails into his shoulders and slid her legs so they wrapped around his waist. After a moment of frenzied fumbling, he had his trousers loose and down around his ankles. She felt his cock brushing against her cunny as he adjusted his hold. Then he looked her directly in the eyes and made another demand:

            “Tell me that you want me, Princess.”

            At the sound of desire in his voice, Caroline couldn’t help but dig her nails deeper into his flesh. She leaned forward so that her forehead rested on his and said in her most serious voice,

            “I want to feel you inside me. I need to.”

            Luke didn’t need any more invitation that that, evidently, because in one quick thrust his cock was within her for the first time. It was so strange to feel him move inside of her after so many years of unfulfilled desires. He felt even bigger than she had anticipated and the walls of her pussy stretched to accommodate him. Each slight movement was an exquisite sensation. He moved both hands to her waist and with her back still pressed against the wall began thrusting slowly. Through gritted teeth he said,

            “You feel as delicious as I always imagined you would.”

            Caroline tightened her legs around him and pushed against the wall to meet his rhythm. Her pussy was dripping with her want and she could feel their moistness mingling together and running down her thighs. Luke’s hands curved down to cup her ass, and still inside of her, he carried her over to the bed. He pulled her from him and turned her around so that she was bent over facing away from him, with her rear pushed out toward him. She felt his hands on her, traveling over her thighs, past her ass, and then sliding down her belly and under her scrap of a gown.

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Okay, that got my attention! Thanks for sharing with us today, and I must say I love that cover :-)

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Good Luck, folks!

Meet Isabella Ellis - Guest interview and Giveaway

Please join me in a warm welcome to brand new author Isabella Ellis, whose debut novel  The Vampire's Bride released today with Evernight Publishing.

Congrats Isabella on your release J

I love that cover and the title alone has me intrigued. I do love my vampire stories, so this is going on my wish list.

Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

I am a student and a mother. I spend my days writing and my weekends singing karaoke. I hope my writing is better than my singing.

What made you write ‘this’ story?

Vampires are always a fascinating subject so I wanted to put my own spin on them. In my world, vampires inhabit fictional countries (similar to England and France) during the 18^th century. There are princesses and knights, but the women don’t fall apart in the face of danger. I had also never written an erotic story in which virginity played a large role, so this was something new for me.

Tell us about your cover.

I adore my cover. It features the characters of Lady Caroline Haley (the Chosen) and Prince Sloane Vaughan (the title vampire). When I saw it, I was so thrilled that the artist had rendered Caroline exactly as I pictured her in my imagination.

Describe a typical day’s writing for us

There is nothing really typical of my days. With school, my freelance work, and writing, I do what I can when I can. When I do write, I shut myself up in my office and type for as long as I can.

What inspires you?

In writing the things that inspire me are what I wish I could experience. I would love the days of gowns and chivalry, of palaces and carriages. In life, my sister Laura. She never quits.

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

In my dreams, a stand-up comedian.

Do your characters ever surprise you?

Very much so. In this book, two secondary characters fall in love, and I didn’t see it coming until I was typing it. It works beautifully though, so I rolled with it.

What could not do without when you’re writing?

Quiet and solitude.

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

Embrace rejection. It’s part of being a writer. Learn from it, grow a thick skin, and keep moving.

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

I hope to have several erotic books in my name. I also aspire to be an influential poet.

Do you have a favourite quote?

One of my favorite books/movies is Girl, Interrupted. From that, my favorite is ““I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.”

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

Unfortunately, I often have writer’s block. I will have a week or two of total inability to write, and then weeks of non-stop writing. It’s rough.

What other books can your readers look forward to?

The second book in the Chosen series is nearly complete as I type this. It is tentatively titled The Vampire’s Second. Without revealing too much, it continues the adventures of Caroline, Sloane, and everyone else you will meet in The Vampire’s Bride. With a twist.

And finally can you share an excerpt with us?

“Sloane, may I ask a question?”

            His smile widened, and she could see his fangs glinting in the candlelight.

            “Of course, you needn’t have to ask.”

            Gulping softly, she whispered, “Is it true? What they say about Others?”

            Sloane’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

            “I mean, as in seduction. I’ve heard tales my whole life of vampires being able to take anyone to bed, willing or unwilling.”

            Sloane straightened up. “It’s true. That is an ability my kind possesses. But I have never used it. Nor would I use it on you. I want you to want to be my wife, Caroline. I want you to be happy. The prophecy means nothing if our union is a farce.”

            Caroline worried she had offended him. He looked so serious and melancholy when replying to her. Being an Other in a world filled mainly with mortals couldn’t be easy. She raised a hand and slid it behind his ear, then down his cheek. His skin felt cool to the touch, but not strange in any other way. Along his chin, she felt the coarseness of his stubble and smiled to herself. She loved this manly aspect, and she loved his words. He wanted them to be happy together. Her nervousness was slowly melting away. 

            Sloane leaned close to Caroline’s face. She felt his eyes lock on hers and she leaned forward a little as well. Their lips met in an open kiss, and he slipped his tongue over hers. At first, kissing Sloane was an odd sensation. Where their tongues met, his mouth felt warm, yet she still sensed an iciness. Perhaps it was his breath? It reminded Caroline of a few winters ago, when she burned her finger on a candle. Emily brought a bowl of snow for her to plunge her hand into. Only, that experience was painful, and this one was of pleasure. He ran his hand deep into her hair, tugging softly on her tresses as they pressed against each other. Slowly, she reclined into the bed, and Sloane followed her. He shifted so his body was on top of hers, and Caroline could feel the texture of his shirt on her breasts through her thin gown.

            As their mouths explored each other, Sloane let his hands roam from her hair down to her body. Timidly, Caroline slid her hands from his chest and up over his back. The muscles of his lean body were strong and sinewy. One of his hands found her breast, and he lightly pinched her nipple until it hardened into a pebble. Caroline let out a slow hum of arousal. Her weakness had always been a slightly rough touch on her breasts. Sloane must have taken this as a good sign, and slid his body down so his face was level to her chest. He nuzzled the nipple of her other breast with his lips until it rose to match the first one. Then, he returned to the first and sucked it, cloth and all, into his mouth. His fingers played along her thighs and then slipped under her chemise, tracing their way up to the breast his mouth wasn’t focusing on. The combination of his skin on her bare flesh, and his mouth and the wet silk of her nipple made her arch her back in desire.

            Sloane sat up on his knees and motioned for her to do the same. Caroline obeyed, and he pulled her nightgown over her head, leaving her completely naked. She could feel herself blush and cupped her hands over her soft, bare breasts.

            “Don’t,” he said, taking her hands in his and lowering them to her sides. “You’re beautiful. Lay back.”

            Caroline obeyed, and he leaned down and began kissing his way from her mouth, down her neck, to her breasts, and then south across her stomach. He moved himself in front of her knees, and placed a hand on each one.

            “Spread your legs.” He commanded her, albeit gently.

            Confused, she kept her legs together. Caroline knew it was imperative that she remain a virgin until after they were wed. Did Sloane mean to go against the Prophecy?

            Smiling, Sloane shook his head. “My lady, have faith in me.”

            Deciding to trust him –– after all, he would be her husband in just a few days –– Caroline opened her legs. Sloane lowered himself down between them and continued his kissing where he left off. Down the curve of her hip and then toward her cunny. She felt his hair tickle the insides of her thighs and she started to giggle, but right at that moment, his kisses landed on her there. His tongue traced from the top of her slit to where her secret hole lay. Her body tingled with the thrill of it. This was something she’d never done before, not even with Luke, for she felt it was too easy to get carried away.

            Switching up the pressure, he alternated between long slow licks and short, soft kisses on her pussy. Then, he slid his tongue upwards and focused on what Caroline called her rosebud. Occasionally, in the dark of night and in the privacy of her bed, she would touch herself there until her legs tingled and her cunny tightened. As he circled his tongue and fingers on her, Caroline felt the familiar rising in her lower stomach, a sign that she was going to cum soon. She tensed her legs around his head and turned into her pillow to avoid crying out loud.

            Sloane sat up as she did, and pulled her in for a deep kiss. “I must be going, my lady. I await tomorrow’s journey. I am looking forward to you seeing my homeland.”

            Caroline smiled against his face. “I am as well. Good night, Sloane.”

Thanks so much for visiting us today, Isabella.  I wish you many, many sales J

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