Soothe away that Holiday Hangover #winIpadmini #GCs @evernightpub

Happy New Year from Evernight!

Now that the Christmas cookies are gone, gifts unwrapped, and your holiday visitors have left, you’ve earned some well-deserved TLC. Evernight authors not only have the cure for your holiday hangover, they have fantastic new books for your 2015 reading list, too!

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So sink into your favorite chair and enjoy your holiday hangover!

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Hello lovely, peeps. It's not so much a hang over in my case, as a sneezing fest. We, as a family, seem to have all gone down with a severe headcold. You know the ones that leave you with cotton wool for brains, a runny nose, deaf in both ears, and with coughing and sneezing fits to boot.

On the plus side I am consoling myself with the fact that the noise level in my house has gone down a lot. I simply can't hear the kids antics. See, always a silver lining... 

*grins*

This New Year's Eve we will be passing the tissues, along with the glasses of bubbly, as we see in the New Year. We usually stay home, as we've always got a little one who needs his/her sleep, and this year is no exception. Plus, we don't really want to spread our germs about. 

I usually spend part of it writing too, not this time (cotton wool for brain syndrome) but I do recall the New Year's Eve a certain Genie implanted himself into my brain, and Sol and the Magic Fingers was born, so it seems only fitting to showcase good old Sol for this Hop. 

~Editor's Pick~

Breaking your e-reader at the end of a long and trying day is enough to send any woman over the edge. Karen's one treat are her naughty stories. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Saucy stories in the old library? It doesn't seem likely, but when Karen is sent home with an odd looking reading device, magic happens at the touch of her fingers. Is the drop dead gorgeous man she encounters real or just a flight of her imagination?

Caught in a weekend of sexual delight, will she lose her heart, as well as her inhibitions? And is there any future for the two of them?

Be Warned: sex toys, bondage.

Here's a little HAWT excerpt:

"I'm Sol, and I'm here to make your dreams come true. Will you let me?" He whispered the words into her ear, while rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Shards of sweet pain shot straight to her clit, and Karen moaned her acquiescence. He licked a path along her neck, interspersing little bites with soothing kisses, and she angled her head to give him better access.
"That's my girl." His obvious approval warmed her from the inside out. Dream or warped reality, it didn't really matter. The rational, still barely functioning side of her brain told her to run, to scream, to kick him in the balls, not grind her swollen core onto his thigh to seek her rapidly building release. But the reckless, needy, and yes, the submissive side, she had only recently discovered she had, reveled in her feeling of helplessness, in the way his hands now dug into her hips to hold her still, and his deep voice commanded her to stop.
He removed his thigh, and she whimpered her disappointment. His hands slid up to her waist as she sensed him move around her until he stood in front of her. Her eyes fluttered open eager to see this mysterious stranger, but he stopped her with just one word.
"Don't."
She obeyed immediately and sighed when he brushed a feather light kiss across her lips. Warm and solid, his mouth called to her, and she opened at the first tender stroke of his warm tongue along her seam. He grunted his approval and pulled her body closer into his solid frame. With her breasts squashed against his chest and his hands molding her ass cheeks she was at his mercy. She had no leverage as she stood on her tiptoes, so she simply gave herself up to the sensations. With the water splashing on them, he made love to her mouth, thrusting his tongue in and out of her lips. Not a part of her he left untouched in the thorough exploration of her mouth. She kissed him back with reckless abandon, yanking on her restraints in her need to touch him in the same way. He ran her hands over her body, and he stroked up and down her spine. The light strokes turned to stronger kneading of her skin that left tingles of awareness behind, as he abandoned her mouth and grumbled his approval in her neck, along her collarbone and finally into her breasts.
"You are so beautiful, all soft and round as a woman ought to be." 
Tears seeped out from under Karen's closed eyelids, as he paid homage to her curves with his lips and tongue and erased the hurt left behind by Jason's constant criticism of her body.
"My husband used to say I was fat."

"Then he was a fool, who didn't deserve you. I do not understand this modern fascination with stick insects. A woman needs to have flesh for me to hold onto, as I bury my cock inside her sweet cunt and curvy ass." 

Available from: Evernight Amazon UK Amazon US Bookstrand ARe

 What do you think, will she let him fulfil her desires?

2014 has been a great year, for lots of reasons, and I'm looking forward to what 2015 will bring. Make it a great one folks, and keep on reading!

For a full list of my available books check them out here:

http://www.dorisoconnor.com/my-books.html

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Enter for a chance to win Evernight’s GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini and my blog prize by answering this question (be sure to include your email address to be eligible to win):

As part of the Hop, I'm giving away two $5.00 Evernight GCs, plus each winner can pick an e-book from my available Evernight Titles, which you can find at the above link. 
To enter, just tell me this. If you had your very own Sol, what fantasy would you have him fulfil?

Your Holiday Hangover continues here:

#SexySnippets from Bought for Christmas "... you bad excuse for an elf you." #bdsm #shifter @evernightpub #rubenesque

Happy Sunday, folks. I'm bringing you one last snippet from Bought for Christmas today, as I'll be switching to my January release next week.

In this snippet, Hunter and Emilia had just had rather hot, can't keep their hands off each other sex, and Hunter is struggling somewhat to rid himself of his jeans. Naturally the sight of him hopping about on one foot, with Emilia's home made paper chains raining down on him, proves to much for her...

“Kitten, so help me, if you don’t want me to spank your ass raw, you’ll stop laughing right now.” Hunter braced one hand on the wall to get his other leg out of his jeans, and growled at the audible rip when the fabric gave way. He glanced her way, when she slapped her hand on her mouth desperately trying to hold in her giggles, and his lips quirked.

He looked down at the floor, and then picked the bit of paper chain that fell in his eyes out of his hair, and snorted.

“Mind you, I guess this whole scenario is rather ridiculous.”

“You think?” Emilia rolled her eyes, and Hunter threw his head back and laughed, and the tension curling in her belly evaporated.

“Come here, you … you bad excuse for an elf you.”

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.

Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, anal sex

Buy it from: Evernight Publishing  Amazon Are  Bookstrand

Add it on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23609529-bought-for-christmas

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#SexySnippets from Bought for Christmas "A tree with character..." #bdsm #shifter @evernightpub #rubenesque

Happy Sunday, folks. We're just four days away from Christmas, and where would we be at this time without a Christmas Tree. Emilia, the heroine in my story Bought for Christmas, loves Christmas and a large part of the joy of celebrating the season is decorating the tree. Only Hunter never celebrates Christmas...

For Emilia, however, he makes an exception. In fact, he went out in a blizzard to get her this tree, which has suffered  a bit in the process, and this is the first time she sees it.


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“Let’s go see if we can rescue that tree first.”

He strode off, and Emilia followed at a slower pace, admiring the play of muscles as he walked and then heaved the tree into a standing position. Needles went flying, a few branches snapped, but once it was upright it didn’t look too bad.

“Hmm, I guess it’ll have to do, but it looked a damn sight better before I dragged it all the way.” Hunter glanced at her, and Emilia’s heart broke a little at how hard he clenched his jaw. His whole body tensed as he waited for her verdict, and Emilia smiled.

“I think it looks perfect, a tree with character, and they’re the best ones, don’t’cha know.”

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.

Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, anal sex

Buy it from: Evernight Publishing  Amazon Are  Bookstrand

For a limited time only, if you buy Bought for Christmas from Evernight, you get Under Orders free!

Add it on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23609529-bought-for-christmas

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#SexySnippets from Bought for Christmas "Please don't hide them..." #bdsm #shifter @evernightpub #rubenesque

Happy Sunday, folks. I hope you've had a great week. I'm so chuffed to say that my Christmas Release is doing really well, and climbing up the Bestseller Charts. Thank you readers <3

So, naturally my snippets today come from Bought for Christmas. To set the scene, they're in his cabin, and this is the first time Emilia gets a proper look at the extent of his scars.

“Please don’t hide them from me, and let me see.”

Hunter shook his head, and Emilia tugged harder.

“Please, I told you they don’t scare me, and besides I felt them last night.” Heat rose in her cheeks when she recalled just how exactly she had felt them. It wasn’t like her to be that forward, but it seemed Hunter had awoken her libido kicking and screaming. Even now she grew wet for him, and Hunter’s nostrils flared as though he could smell her arousal. The thought should mortify her, but it had the opposite effect, and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache in her pussy.

Hunter made a strangled sound in the back of his throat and slowly released the death grip he had on the sheet, and Emilia tried her best to keep her expression neutral, but oh God, there were so many of them.

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.

Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, anal sex

Buy it from: Evernight Publishing  Amazon Are  Bookstrand

Add it on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23609529-bought-for-christmas

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#ReleaseDayGiveaway Meet The Beast! Bought for Christmas #WinGC #bdsm #shifter @evernightpub #rubenesque #olderhero

Woohoo, The Beast is finally here, and I should be jumping for joy. I am really....sort of, but before I share from my new story, a little personal request from me.

Those who follow me on Facebook will know that we lost my husband's mother not so long ago. Her passing wasn't completely unexpected. She had been in hospital not so long ago, and was home on Oxygen and requiring constant care, but when he got the call, it still shook hubby up a lot.

We weren't in close contact, for reasons I can't share. Suffice to say it was always a source of regret for hubby, and of course her passing has intensified that feeling.
We will be attending her funeral this morning, so can I ask you to spare a thought to Pamela. She was a gentle soul, and she will be missed, especially by hubby.

I have fond memories of her holding our oldest daughter when she was a newborn, and that's the way I'll always remember her.

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As you can imagine it's a day of mixed emotions today, but it is Release Day!

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.

Be Warned: BDSM, sex toys, anal sex

You can read the official HOT excerpt at Evernight Publishing but I thought I would share a scene from the beginning of the book with you today, where it dawns on Emilia what is going on...

“Go and answer it. He’s here for you anyway. Time to earn your keep, girl.”

Again that shiver of dread threatened to steal her breath, but she had learnt long ago to never show any weakness in front of her father. He didn’t appreciate it, and the cruel streak Mama had tempered when she was alive had only become stronger at her passing. With as much grace as she could muster Emilia walked across the foyer and swallowed nervously at the imposing shadow she could see through the frosted glass.

The man stood on the other side of the door was huge, and when she opened it her greeting stuck in her throat.

She would recognize those broad shoulders and wide back anywhere. Even covered by the expensive tailor-made woolen coat he wore against the chill of this December afternoon, his muscled physique made her feel small and oh so feminine.

Hunter Monahan inhaled sharply and then turned around slowly. Emilia took an involuntary step back when the harsh porch lighting illuminated the scars on his face briefly. His features tightened when he witnessed her reaction, and he turned slightly until only his good side was presented. His mouth kicked up in a grim smile, and his deep voice washed over her.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon, Emilia. When did you come home?” he asked.

“Erm, yesterday, Sir.”  She whispered the answer, feeling ridiculously tongue-tied like she always did around him, but frightening scars notwithstanding, there was something so earthy and virile about Hunter. Dangerous even, and as if to prove it, his amber eyes flared to yellow as he bent down and inhaled next to her ear.

“I do like it when you call me that, kitten.”  His hot breath skimmed across the sensitive skin under her ear, and Emilia bit her lip to stop herself from reacting to his presence.  This close to him his intoxicating scent wrapped itself around her like a warm cocoon, and she had to fight the urge to lean in closer.

The Beast, as he was known, would not appreciate the contact she was sure, so instead, she stepped back to allow him to pass, and took his coat when he shrugged out of it.

He frowned at her, and she offered him a tentative smile, and after a moment’s hesitation he handed it to her. Their hands touched briefly, and Emilia almost dropped the garment. Her fingertips tingled from the contact, and she hastily yanked the coat up higher to hide her nipples. Like wanton beacons of her sex-starved self, they firmed and pushed against her silk blouse. Emilia wanted the ground to swallow her up when Hunter’s gaze rested on her boobs for several heart-stopping moments.

He couldn’t have noticed, could he? It was bad enough that Emilia turned into a simpering wreck whenever her father’s former friend was around. It was altogether far too mortifying that he would actually notice her lusting after him.

Quite apart from the fact that Hunter was only seven years younger than her father, the man was way out of her league. Reserved to the point of rudeness, Hunter carried himself with an air of leashed power and aggression that separated him from his peers.

As a child, Emilia had spun fairy stories about him as the scarred warrior, or the gentle beast, who needed the love of a good woman to break the witch’s curse. As a teenager those dreams had taken on a rather erotic turn. Moving away to go to university had done nothing to lessen her attraction to the man, quite the opposite.

Not for lack of trying on her part, but none of her so-called boyfriends had ever made her skin tingle with just one look, and besides they only wanted her for her father’s money. When they found out that Leo was Papa’s only heir, they always scarpered, which was fine by Emilia.

She didn’t need any boys in her life, and she might never get rich working as a midwife, but she loved her job, and how many people could say that?

“You should smile more, kitten.”

Hunter’s cool words shook her out of her internal musings, and her heart missed a few beats under his intense scrutiny. Standing sideways, so that his scars weren’t visible, Hunter watched her from under hooded lids with a curious tilt to his full lips. They were surrounded by several days’ worth of scruff that extended along his square jaw and disappeared into the neckline of his shirt—a pink one, much to Emilia’s amusement. His very presence pulled her under his spell. So much so that she must have missed something, if the way both her father and brother scowled at her was anything to go by.

“Have you lost your brain completely?” Leo said, and grabbed the wall for support. “Go get some coffee, thunder thighs. I need some, and no doubt our beast here will want some, too.”

Emilia winced at the look of utter disgust and hatred both her father and brother threw toward Hunter, and he seemed to grow taller in front of her eyes. Hands balled into fists by his side, jaws clenched, a rumble emanated from Hunter’s broad chest, and Leo blanched and put his hand up in an act of surrender. Emilia was half expecting her lily-faced brother to lose control of his bodily functions, and Papa, too, looked pale under his tan. Pale and very old, as he glanced at her and jerked his head to the kitchen in a clear demand.

“You heard your brother. Coffee.”

“Please don’t trouble yourself on my account, Emilia.” Hunter gave her a grim smile, and the almost growl in his voice had every feminine cell in her body sigh in submission. She could listen to him talk all day.

“And you, pup, don’t talk to her like that in front of me. Not if you’re fond of your own teeth, that is.” Hunter took a step toward Leo, and Emilia knew her mouth had fallen open in astonishment at hearing Hunter come to her rescue.

“I talk about her any which way I fucking want, beast. She ain’t yours yet. Fail to see why you’d want her anyway.”

“Leo, enough. Let me handle this.” Papa’s stern words brought Leo’s head up, and he stuck his bottom lip out in a sulk so reminiscent of the brother she used to adore as a child that emotion clogged up Emilia’s throat. She swallowed past the lump and focused on what her brother had actually said.

“What do you mean, I’m not his yet?” The earlier snatched bits of conversation she’d heard came back to haunt her, and she looked among the three men in dawning terror.

“What did you do, Leo?” she asked.

Her brother stuck his hands in his pockets, and that sulk grew. Right now he looked like a petulant child who hadn’t gotten the toy he wanted for Christmas.

“He cheated, I’m sure.”

Again that menacing growl rumbled from Hunter, and Emilia clenched her thighs together, as he stepped close enough to her that his scent drew her in again. Waves of heat seemed to come off him, and chased away the goosebumps that had broken out on her own flesh at the underlying tension in the room.

“Watch who you’re calling a cheat, pup. I’m not the one who cannot hold his drink and threw his own sister to the wolves.”

Leo gave a humorless laugh and shrugged his shoulders.

“Says the guy who can’t get a woman to fuck unless he buys her. Have you looked in the mirror lately, beast? You … umph.”

Hunter moved so fast that Leo couldn’t even raise his fists. One well aimed punch to his solar plexus had her brother doubled over and gasping for breath, and then Hunter pinned him against the wall. Hand around Leo’s throat, he had the younger man dangling several feet off the floor, and Emilia dropped the coat she was still clutching and pulled at Hunter’s arm to get him off her brother.

“Let go, please. You’re going to kill him.”

Hunter paid her no heed. Over the rushing of blood in her ears, and the outraged shouts of her father, Leo turned blue. His legs made futile attempts at kicking Hunter, and with both hands on a death grip on Hunter’s wrist, Emilia still couldn’t shake the much taller man off. In a last act of desperation, Emilia ducked under Hunter’s arm, earning herself a painful kick in the ribs from her brother in the process, and reaching up framed Hunter’s face in her hands.

Her breath stalled at the different textures under her fingertips. One side had smooth even skin, covered by his stubble; the other was a mass of corded, scarred, raised flesh, which felt rough and tight under her hand.

A shudder went through Hunter at her touch, and he turned his head to look at her. Emilia gasped at the inhuman eyes staring back at her until he blinked, and they were once again the deep chestnut brown she was used to.

“Please, let him go. He’s my brother, please.”

Hunter shook his head and then let go of Leo. Her brother fell to the floor, and Emilia let go of Hunter and scrambled to Leo’s side to help him up. Dazed as he was, he still pushed her help away and let their father pull him up instead. The rejection stung, and Emilia was dimly aware of Hunter’s deep sigh behind her. He bent to pick up his abandoned coat, brushed the dust off it, and stepping closer to her, nudged her chin up with his knuckles.

“They don’t deserve your concern, kitten.” The ghost of a smile kicked up his mouth, and then he stepped away from her and looked the men in her family up and down.

“I’ll be outside. Let me know what your decision will be, and I’ll have my lawyers draw up the contract one way or the other, though I fear I know what it will be. Know this, however. I need to hear it from her, or the deal is off.”

Buy it from: Evernight Publishing  Amazon Are  Bookstrand

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To be in the draw, leave me a comment and share a Christmas memory you cherish.

Stay naughty, folks.

D xxx

Spotlight on Venus In Fur Coat @Stein_Ela #newrelease #rubenesque #ROTG @evernightpub

Happy Monday, folks. It's the start of a brand new week and I have a yummy little treat on my blog for you today. I simply adore Evernight's Romance on the Go line. Perfect for when you need your romance fix and do not have much time to read.

Here is Ela Stein's latest contribution to this fab line - Enjoy!

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First of all, thank you so much for having me here today! “Venus In Fur Coat” is a bit of a rarity of me – it’s a contemporary romance and I’m more of a sci-fi/fantasy type of gal. But when inspiration strikes, you don’t ask questions. The idea for this story came to me fully formed, which was kind of cool. I also love the art aspect in it – I’ve painted and drawn my whole life, and more recently (well, like the past 10 years at this point), have done a lot of scrapbooking. So I’m a bit of an artist at heart, and I really identify with Derek. And I also identify with Cara, who has a very practical streak to her. After all, I did set all my artsy stuff aside to pursue school and a more traditional career. So I guess one could say that they both have different aspects of my personality… and it was kind of cool watching them come together :)

“Venus In Fur Coat” is a Rubenesque/BBW, New Adult, Contemporary, Erotic Romance short story (8,900) words.

Blurb:

Cara is an accounting major in college, and she is practical, a little cynical, and focused on her studies. When she allows her roommate to drag her to a frat party, the last thing she expects is running into the artsy-bad-boy type who tempts her to throw all her typical reservations out the window.

Derek tends to go with his feelings—intense and passionate, with a strong alpha streak. It will be up to him to bring Cara out of her shell and help her experience life to its fullest. Both of them feel that special spark, and one passionate night could change the course of their lives forever.


Buy Links:

Evernight - http://www.evernightpublishing.com/venus-in-fur-coat-by-ela-stein/

Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Venus-Fur-Coat-Romance-Go-ebook/dp/B00M04ET4C/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1406038991&sr=1-1

ARe - https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-venusinfurcoat-1576917-149.html

Bookstrand - http://www.bookstrand.com/venus-in-fur-coat-mf


Excerpt:

Derek followed her through the hallway. She was already walking down the street, away from the house by the time he made it outside. He watched her walking away, debating whether he should approach her now. It was dark out, and he didn’t want to freak her out by seeming stalker-ish. But then again, if she was going to be walking around alone at night, she’d probably be better off with a friendly stalker keeping her company.

Having decided, he set off at a light jog to catch up with her. She wasn’t too far ahead, likely slowed down by her high-heeled boots. His cock had responded as soon as he first laid eyes on her, standing there all timid and uncertain, and now that he could see her ass wiggling as she walked, he grew painfully hard. His jeans were not designed to accommodate a huge hard-on. He adjusted himself just before catching up to her.

She was everything that turned him on in a woman. Curves in all the right places, so voluptuous that he could just imagine himself sinking into her, her soft cushioning against his own hard planes. Her hair had an adorable bit of frizz to it, and she wore it pulled back from an angelic face. The face of a goddess. A face right out of ancient paintings by the great masters.

His boots crunched on the gravel and she stopped and turned around. His heart picked up speed when their gazes met again, and he was glad he followed his gut. No way was he giving up until he got to know her better. Dating just for the hell of it was starting to lose its appeal. If he was honest with himself, he’d had his fill of it for a long time, but until now, no one had come along that made him want anything more serious.

“Hey.” Maybe not the most eloquent way to start the conversation, but she stood staring at him with wide eyes and a startled expression, waiting for him to say something.

“Hi.” Her voice was a whisper. The wind picked up speed and rustled through the leaves in the trees around them, as though echoing her.

“It’s not safe to be walking around alone at night.” Criticizing her choices, right off the bat, probably wasn’t the greatest way to make an impression, but it had been a pretty bad move on her part. Even if she wanted nothing to do with him, he didn’t like the idea of her walking around alone at night. There were too many assholes out there, and it just wasn’t safe.

She raised a brow in response and crossed her arms across her chest. He guessed that was her pissed-off look, but it was somewhat spoiled by how hot her tits looked pushed up that way.

“Oh, really? I guess it’s safer to be out here at night with a total stranger?”


About Ela Stein:
Reading was my entertainment and salvation as a child, and it transferred into a passion for writing. I am still very much a reader, and love many different genres, from erotic romance, to fantasy (and dark fantasy... Game of Thrones, anyone?), to historical fiction, and that love is reflected in my own writing as well. If you'd like to learn more about me, or chat about books and life, you can find me all over the web. I’d love hearing from my readers. You can find me here:

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#squee Through the Dom's Lens is here! #ReleaseDay @evernightpub #bdsm #interracial

*does the crazy shimmy*

It's release day for Through the Dom's Lens, so, I'm just a tad excited. In fact I'll be bouncing all over the internet for a few days, as I shout about this story.

I vividly recall when my muse first threw this idea at me. I had agreed to participate in a BDSM anthology and I woke up one morning with Sally in my ear, having an argument with her sister. Being the dutiful author I am, I sat down to write that conversation.

Junsako introduced himself. He was very polite and very Dom like, and then promptly stopped talking to me, and the story ground to a halt. I had a conversation with my critique partner, the awesome Raven McAllan, at the time, and this is what she said.

"Doris, don't take this the wrong way, but something is off here. I don't know what, but do you know what I mean?"

As per usual she was right. I was trying to force the issue, and that's just never going to work. You see my muse is a contrary being, and there is no arguing with her. Such is the joy of being a panster. When it works, my fingers fly, when it doesn't...

*shrugs*

I've learnt to trust in the process, so in the end I ended up writing something different for that Anthology, and this story was shelved for a while, until my muse send me searching for a visual for Master J.

I found it in Tyson Beckford, and wouldn't you know it, my fingers started flying, and Through the Dom's Lens took on a life of its own. To do Sally and Junsako justice the story needed to be much longer than anthology length, which is why it wasn't working before.

Easy to say that with hindsight, lol.

These two quickly morphed into two of my favourite characters, and I hope readers will fall in love with them as much as I did when I was writing. Sally has a lot of body issues to overcome, and Junsako is just the man to help her with those.

Here is an exclusive excerpt of Master J in action - Enjoy!

A door opened, and she didn't need to turn around to know it was him. His scent alone alerted her to his presence. The subtle shift in the ambience of the room that meant her whole body tightened in need. The fine hair on her arms rose, and her heart was trying to give itself a cardiac arrest. Never had Sally been this affected by any man before. She was no innocent, but no man had ever made her slick her panties just by his presence.

"Raise your head into the light for me, pet."

She responded to the silken command in those velvet tones immediately, and she could hear the laughter and approval when he added.

"Good girl. You're beautiful without all the war paint. I don't ever want to see you wear it again when you're with me, is that clear?"

"Yes, Master J."

"Call me Sir, pet. I haven't earned the right to demand you call me your Master—yet."

The way he said yet sent a rush of heat through her body. It had a possessive quality to it that she yearned to see more of. It was a direct contrast to her last so-called boyfriend, who had taken possessive to a whole new level of abusive. She pushed those thoughts away. Sally hadn't thought about him in ages, and she would not let unwelcome memories spoil this moment.

Junsako watched her patiently, and she took a deep breath.

"O-Okay … Sir."

His smile in answer sent the warmth of his approval through her veins, and he nodded and grew serious.

"Drop your robe off your shoulders and let me see you."

Sally complied, heat filling her cheeks at the thought of being that exposed to him, especially as all of his concentration was now on her. He murmured his instructions as he took pictures, and she had no choice but to follow those quiet demands. Only the click of the camera, the rustle of his clothes, and their combined breathing could be heard in the stillness of the room.

"That's my girl. Don't hide from me. Let me see those curves."

For what seemed like ages Sally twirled this way and that, whilst he took picture after picture, until finally he stepped into her view and put the digital camera down on a tripod.

He frowned when she tried to cover her breasts, and she hastily dropped her arms to the side.

"Better," he said, and her mouth went dry when she saw what he now held in his hands. It was a long length of crimson bondage rope, and he ran it through his fingers repeatedly as he studied her.

"Now that you're relaxed enough with the camera, I'm going to Shibari tie you. Just a simple design to start with, I think. Did Aikiri give you your safeword?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Which is?" he asked, his eyes crinkling up at the corners giving away his Japanese mother as surely as the straight black hair that kept falling into one eye. The color of his skin spoke of his American father, a combination that made him rather unique. Her fingers itched to touch him, but she knew better than to try.

"Red to stop, Sir. Green for okay, and yellow if I'm not sure of anything."

He stepped closer still and gently ran the rope over her collar bone and across her breasts. Instantly her nipples beaded into hard little nubs of pure need. He noticed of course, because that smile of his grew positively sinful, and he repeated the motion, until Sally couldn't hold back her whimper of excitement.

"And what color are we now, pet?" he asked.

"Green, Sir."

Sally grimaced at the breathy quality of her reply and sucked her breath in when he trailed that rope lower, across the quivering skin of her rounded tummy down to her mound. She spread her legs automatically, and he murmured his approval into her ear.

"Good girl. You're so wet for me already, and we've barely started."

She screwed her eyes shut, as heat flooded her cheeks. By rights she ought to be mortified, but the almost reverent tones in which he praised her responses left no room for shame. Just heated arousal, which flushed her skin, as he ran the soft rope through her slick folds with just enough pressure to tease.

"I'm going to do something else, to make sure you truly let go, my love. I can almost see those thoughts swirling in your brain." He cupped her face, his own so close that his hot breath skittered across her skin like a sensual embrace.

"Look at me."

Her eyes fluttered open to see him studying her, and he kissed her nose softly.

"That's my girl. I'm going to blindfold you, to make this easier on you. Let all those thoughts go, and just allow yourself to feel. I'll keep you safe, pet. That's my job, and I'm very good at it."

On any other man that would have sounded boastful, but he simply stated the truth, and Sally knew that. Heaven knows she'd researched him enough beforehand. For the life of her she couldn’t get her voice to work, however, so she simply looked up at him and nodded.

His smile of approval made her insides dance in joy, and her heart missed a beat when he produced a silken blindfold and tied it around her eyes.

"Color, pet?"

Sally tried to respond, she really did, but the unintelligible sound she produced didn't make any sense to her. It must have been enough for him, though, because he chuckled and tightened that rope left between her legs so much that she had to stand on tiptoes and lean into him with a gasp of pleasure.

"That's it, my love." His murmured assurance grounded her as every stroke of his hands, and every brush of the rope against her skin pitched her arousal higher. Time stood still as he wove the rope with exquisite skill, encasing her body, until she was held in the tightest of embraces, secure in the knowledge that he had her.

By the time her feet lifted off the floor, she was already floating, his voice her anchor in the maelstrom of sensation overload she found herself in. Tears seeped out from behind the blindfold, tears he swiped away with his fingertips, always there, always checking her, reassuring, his touch everywhere at once.

"Fly for me."

She sighed into the kiss, which followed that whispered demand. A kiss so gentle, yet so all-encompassing that she started crying in earnest. Held by the ropes, suspended in the air, he surrounded her, and then she was free. Rocking gently to and fro, free from all the stress and worry she'd been carrying around, her heartbeat slowed and her breathing evened, as she just felt.

Blurb:

Sometimes doing a favor can change your life forever.      

Never one to rate her curves, Sally thinks her glamorous sister has lost the plot. Stand in for her at a photo shoot with the most sought after bondage photographer ever?

She'll be laughed out of the studio, or arrested, or both. However, the temptation to actually meet the man she's been secretly lusting after for months proves too hard to resist.

Junsako cannot believe his eyes, when Sally turns up. It's been a long time since the Dom in him felt such an instant pull to anyone. All those curves will look beautiful in Shibari suspension, and Sally proves to be a born submissive. If only she would let go of her body issues and see the beautiful woman he sees through his lens.

Only one thing to do—convince her—with as much kinky sex as possible.

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#SexySnippets from Through the Dom's Lens - "Let me eat you." #BDSM #Interracial @evernightpub

Hello, lovely peeps. It's Sunday, so that means only thing, Time for those Sexy Snippets. With the release of Through the Dom's Lens just two days away now, I had to give you another snippet from this story, of course :-)

Forgive me, it's slightly longer than seven sentences, and it's hawt. You have been warned...

Junsako is eating his dinner off Sally's body, as you do.

*grins*

She is trying to hurry him along...

"You will not rush me, girl." The edge of steel to his voice did strange things to her insides, and the disapproval in his voice cut her to the quick. She blinked the tears away, and his harsh expression softened at her whispered, “Sorry, Sir."

"Better, pet, better. You're new to this, so I shall let that pass. And I'm hungry still, so lie still and let me eat you."

The sinful images those last words painted in her mind stoked her arousal to fever pitch again, and she could do nothing but take what he gave. He followed the trail of rice down her tummy, paused to dip his tongue into her belly button repeatedly, and then finally nibbled the little mountain of her mound. Her pussy spasmed and her clit contracted as more rice trickled into her slit, and his hot breath so close to where she needed him, had her teetering on the edge.

Sometimes doing a favor can change your life forever.       

Never one to rate her curves, Sally thinks her glamorous sister has lost the plot. Stand in for her at a photo shoot with the most sought after bondage photographer ever?

She'll be laughed out of the studio, or arrested, or both. However, the temptation to actually meet the man she's been secretly lusting after for months proves too hard to resist.

Junsako cannot believe his eyes, when Sally turns up. It's been a long time since the Dom in him felt such an instant pull to anyone. All those curves will look beautiful in Shibari suspension, and Sally proves to be a born submissive. If only she would let go of her body issues and see the beautiful woman he sees through his lens.

Only one thing to do—convince her—with as much kinky sex as possible.



Releases March 4th

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