Sunday, 9 March 2014

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


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

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

*grins*

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

Available for pr-order now from Bookstrand

*****


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Saturday, 8 March 2014

Learn about Seduction Regency style in Miss Simpkins School with @RavenMcAllan #giveaway @breathlesspress

I have the awesome Raven McAllan on my blog today with her brand new release and a giveaway! How's that for making your weekend great? :-)

Raven is telling us all about a woman's station in Regency times....


My grandson is on my lap. Luckily he can't read yet…because Doris as ever decided not to let me get off easily with this blog post. I keep telling her, I have the drum kit in favorites on the musical instrument site on my mac…
We're talking about positions.  No, gah you lot. Not that sort of position. The position of a woman in a man's world in Regency times.
It was de rigeuer for a gentleman of the ton to sew his wild oats, in his youth, and maybe into his years as a young—and sometimes not so young—man. Some would dally with courtesans and the demi-monde, play cards and hopefully not loose his fortune. Fisticuffs, and betting on ridiculous outcomes were frequent; even though it was illegal duels could be fought. He lived a reckless life, or a dissolute one.
The when he finally took a wife, it was generally a young deb, fresh out of the schoolroom. One who would presumably be malleable, and not complain when he continued to keep a mistress, once they had the heir and the spare. She would perhaps take a cicisbeo after the said heir and spare, and their lives would be lead almost unattended by each other unless it was necessary.
Once she married a women to all intents and purposes ceased to exist as an individual. Her dowry became his, and she was totally depended on him. She was his chattel. And when he died, unless he made provision for her, she had to rely on the generosity of his descendants to keep her housed, clothed, fed, and out of the poor house. (In a manner of speaking.)
Of courser not all men were like this, and there were sober, prosy and earnest young gentlemen who settled down at an early age and spend exemplary (and boring) lives.
Sad though it seems, they wouldn't appeal to a young impressionable deb either.
(And not what you really want in a hot Regency story)      
I never have a heroine who subscribes to the meek and mild accept your lot precepts, or it seems is young and impressionable. Young maybe; impressionable? Evidently not.
Miranda is no exception. However she is unusual in other ways as well. Whereas other young ladies frequently have to accept that an older husband is their fate, and all they can do is hope he is clean, upright, kindly and not dissolute, Miranda thinks differently.
For one thing the man she yearns for and lusts after is an older man. Oh he's nowhere everything bad, but he has a side most women would run from. Miranda isn't most women, and she wants the chance to embrace that side. All she has to do is convince him.
How to do it? Call on Miss Simpkins.


Lessons learned at Miss Simpkins' School is just the education Miranda needs to learn how to seduce her reluctant Lord. Or is it?

Miranda may be a well brought up lady, but she has needs, and she is determined to go after whom she wants.

Enlisting the help of Miss Simpkins and her School for Seduction, she sets out to tempt Felix. Men can be so difficult sometimes, and not see what's right under their nose.

It falls to her to show him that age is just a number. She may be young, but she knows what she wants. And she is determined to get it.

Will Felix be able to resist temptation, or will he finally see sense and claim what's been his all along.

Little does Miranda know what Felix has in store for her.


Have a wee look…
Miranda is teasing Felix, and he calls her bluff…or does he?
It seemed Felix intended that she follow through to her pro- posed conclusion. Well, if this is to be my only time with him, why should I not do as I choose? If only he was clearer about what was acceptable and what was necessary. She had no idea what this deep darkness he hinted at was, but if it was going to bar their happiness, then Miranda was determined to feel him inside her before he made his ultimatum. Nothing she had heard about him seemed dark. Unusual, different, and perhaps extreme, but not darkness. More enticing, exciting, and arousing.
It seems he wants it to be difficult for me. To be unable to use my hands? Then so be it. And if I graze his cock with my teeth then it is no one’s fault but his own. The thought of running her mouth over his prick and tasting him brought a fresh trickle of juice down her thighs. She may only know the rudiments of what to do, and only by word of mouth, but Miranda knew if it was what Felix wished, she would be his eager pupil. She accepted the idea of that would take little to bring her to climax. Miranda was glad her dress hadn’t slipped far enough for the tell tale signs of how aroused she was to be on display. Her bravado only went so far, and to visibly show what she was experiencing might perhaps be one step too many.
She could feel Felix’s gaze on her as she grabbed the edge of her skirts with the tip of her fingers. They were the only part of her hands not surrounded by material. Eventually she managed to lift the material high enough to maneuver first one leg and then the other to the top of the mattress. Finally, she knelt back on her heels on the bed next to Felix. The expression on his face was enough to make the hairs on her arms stand on end. He looked, she decided, both aroused and pleased. A swift glance toward the bump in his pantaloons reassured Miranda that Felix was still very aroused. It reassured her that innocent as she was, she seemed to be attempting to seduce him in the right way. Her lessons were paying off.
Going on instinct—Molly hadn’t covered how to undress a man when your hands were fastened per se—Miranda shuffled across the coverlet until she knelt between his bound legs. A swift glance toward Felix made her breath hitch. There was something more than admiration in his expression. If she hadn’t thought it impossible, she would have said it was love, and it gave her hope. She dipped her head and took the knitted material at the top of his pantaloons into her mouth then pulled it upward. By accident she touched the top of his shaft with her chin, and his cock jumped against her skin. It was warm and smooth, and Miranda hurried to pull Felix’s pantaloons below it.
His groan made her freeze. With the waist of his clothing in her mouth, she lifted her head to look at him.
“Don’t stop,” Felix almost moaned. His voice was husky. “I might explode, though I hope I have enough self control to hold back, but if you stop now I will be bereft. Perhaps it would be easier for you if you let your dress fall completely away? And it would please me to see you naked.”
Both relieved and apprehensive, Miranda let the now damp material of his pantaloons gently drop from her mouth and rest across his tumescent cock. In truth, the cloth tasted most unpleasant and she was certain there must be a better way of removing his clothing.
Well of course there is, once I can use my hands. Nevertheless, she was proud of her innovative approach. Now all she had to do was be brave enough to show her all, and that included the evidence of her desire for him, which still coated her skin.
“How?” She sat up and wriggled her arms. The sleeves of her gown seemed incredibly uncooperative and stayed stubbornly around her wrists. “I fear I’m imprisoned by my clothing.”
Felix laughed. “Well, my dear, I’m in no position to help you.” He waggled his hands inside their bindings.
Miranda gritted her teeth. It was obvious Felix was gaining some amusement from her predicament. “It would serve you right if I walked away and left you to get out of your ties,” she said as she managed to gain some purchase on the material around her wrist and began to slide her hand through the tight opening. “Ah, that’s better.” One hand and arm were free of her dress. It was easy then to work the other one out of its confines. “Then what would you do?”
“Hmm.” Felix raised one eyebrow. “Do you really want to know...now?” He winked.
That simple gesture made her mouth dry. Why something so little could make her skin tingle she had no idea, but now Miranda knew she would do anything he asked. Please God; don’t let him ask me to leave. We have got to this point, I must know more.
“Perhaps not,” Miranda answered him hurriedly. “Instead, I will do as you asked me. She wriggled her dress lower until all the material gathered just above her quim.
“That wasn’t what I asked,” Felix said in a soft voice. “I believe my words were that it would please me to see you naked.”
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Oh, and if you want to know how it all started for Molly and her school, I have a copy of the first Miss Simpkins' book Flora, to share. To be eligible, let us know why you'd like—or hate— to have lived in Regency times…

Happy Reading,

Love R x


Friday, 7 March 2014

Flash Fiction Friday - Love Lost #FFF

Happy Friday, folks. Here's your flash, and don't you just love that picture!


To see the Picture Inspiration, please click here.

If she concentrated really hard, she could almost feel his presence. His calloused fingers digging into her hips, as he pulled her down the table. His heavy breaths that skittered across her flesh, leaving goose bumps of anticipation in their wake, the cushion he used to place under her head, mindful of her comfort, as they christened this very table.
Tears gathered behind her closed eyelids as the air crackled around her. It could only be the sunlight caressing her with a lover's touch. He was gone, wasn't he?

"Open your eyes, my love. I told you, I'd be back."
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Friday Flashers have 100 words to tell a story from the provided picture prompt. Do check out the other flashers. You won't be disappointed. :-)
Till next week, folks.


D x  

Wednesday, 5 March 2014

#MWTease from Through the Dom's Lens #aftercare #bdsm @evernightpub



Hello lovely peeps. It's time for your Mid Week Tease, hosted by the awesome Sandra Bunino. It's been quite an exciting week for me so far, because yesterday saw the release of Through the Dom's Lens.

Not only that, at the point of writing this my little tale sat at #34 of the Amazon Interracial Erotica chart. Told you it was exciting!

*grins*

So, I thought I would bring you one last tease from this story. It's showing Junsako's softer side, as he gives Sally some after care.

"Don't, I'm too heavy."
Junsako grasped her tender ass cheeks and squeezed with enough force for her to yelp.
"Do you really want to go there, pet? I have a flogger with your name on it. Maybe that will convince you that I love this ass and the rest of you. All of you."
He looked uncomfortable for a second as though he'd said something that he shouldn't have done, but then he smiled and disentangled himself from under her.
"Stay there, pet. I'll run us a bath, and then you can tell me exactly why the fuck you think so little of yourself."
Sally would have protested. Her mind screamed at her to do just that, but in her post-orgasmic haze and so deliciously sore, she only nodded and closed her eyes. She would just rest here for a while and let him take care of everything. The thought took a huge weight of her shoulders, and happiness suffused her whole being. It was so nice to not have to think.
She must have dozed off, because she startled awake when Junsako slid one arm behind her back, and one under her knees. His muscles bulged as he lifted her with seeming effortless ease, and Sally hung onto his biceps. He smiled down on her when she traced a fingernail along the intricate tattoo of a dragon covering the hard muscle.
"Why a dragon?" she asked.
Junsako didn't answer her. He shouldered the door open to the bathroom, and Sally gasped. Scented candles filled the place, and the enormous bathtub was filled with luxurious bubbles. Before she had a chance to process any of this, he stepped into the tub with her still in his arms and sat down.
The water stung as it hit her sore ass, and Junsako swore softly at her hiss of pain.
"Sorry, pet, this will only sting a moment. The water contains healing herbs that will help to soothe you. I'm afraid I've been rather hard on you for your first time in a scene."
Sally shook her head and twisted her head to be able to see him. He looked tense, and she smiled at him.
"No, not too hard. I needed that, Sir, and, besides, I loved it."
His tense shoulders relaxed, and Sally, too, felt her muscles uncurl, as the water worked its magic. Cocooned between his strong legs with her back resting against his hard chest, she let her head fall back and sighed.
A chuckle went through Junsako's big frame, and Sally marveled at the difference between them. He was so dark, and tall, and solid compared to her soft body, and it made her feel wholly cherished and feminine to have him surround her like that.
"Better?" he asked, and she sighed in bliss.
"Much, this is heavenly. I wouldn't have pegged you for such a romantic, Sir."
Junsako kissed her shoulder, using one large hand to pull her hair away from her neck, and she could feel his lips curl up into a smile as he kissed her just under the ear. Sally squirmed at the sensation, and he brought his other arm round her waist to hold her still.
"Why, my lovely?" His hot breath whispered across her wet skin, and she shivered in response.
He sat her up more and after filling a jug of water poured it up and down her back, over her shoulders and her breasts, until her skin heated with awareness of him.
"I'm going to wash your hair, pet. Stay like that for a minute."
"You don't have to do that." Sally's half-hearted protests fell on deaf ears, as he reached across for the shower head attached to the bath taps, and turned it on.
"I know that, pet, but I want to do this for you."
He winked at her, and Sally just melted.
"Now tell me why you didn't think I'd be a romantic, not that I think I've done anything much to warrant that title."
He tested the water on his arms and then knelt behind her to give him better access to her.
"Shut your eyes, pet."
Soothing warm water hit her face when she did so, and Sally moaned softly when he lathered her now wet hair with shampoo. His strong fingers massaged her scalp, until her whole body went limp. She let her head fall on her chest, and his amused tones washed over her.
"You're not falling asleep on me there, are you?"
"No, of course not, Sir. You're just so very good at this."
Junsako laughed.
"You should see me give a massage, pet. If you're a good girl, perhaps I'll give you a demonstration tomorrow."
His voice had dropped to a growly whisper that made her pussy clench in need and made her want to jump him again. Would he mind if she took the initiative and rode him in the bath like some sort of water nymph? Her breaths grew labored, and she rubbed her legs together at the erotic thoughts swirling through her brain and then promptly spluttered as water hit her straight in the face.
"Stop trying to get yourself off, girl. That's my job, and, besides you haven't permission to come right now. Now hold still so that I can wash the shampoo out of your hair."



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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Have a great day!

D xx


Tuesday, 4 March 2014

#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.


To celebrate release day, I'm giving away a $10 GC HERE. So do hop on over and say hi.

Have a great day, folks.

D xxx

Sunday, 2 March 2014

#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





*****


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

Saturday, 1 March 2014

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

Happy Saturday, folks.

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

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

*shrugs*

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

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

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

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


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

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

*grins*


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

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

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

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

STORY EXCERPT

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

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

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

Now what was the blasted woman up to?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Anywhere else?” she asked.

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

“My back.”

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

Their eyes met again and she smiled at him.

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

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

“You mean I get a choice?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


ADULT EXCERPT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck that’s so hot.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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