Wednesday, August 06, 2014

FREE NOVELLA: Capturing Cora

Now FREE at Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other selected retailers. Capturing Cora is the first story in my Romps & Rakehells series of Regency-set novellas.

Branwell “Tinker” Locke believes in grand gestures . However, when his marriage proposal to Miss Cora Reeve is dismissed as a jape, Bran has to find another way to persuade Cora of his utmost sincerity, even if it means using his tongue for something other than pretty words.

Cora believes Bran is simply set upon helping her win a wager , even though she longs for his love. In order to convince him that she really does want him, Cora will have to bare not just her heart and emotions, but all she has. Including things a lady should never give without a promise of forever… 

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Affection for a price… Paris Ashcroft supports himself by offering discreet sexual liaisons to women whose husbands neglect their duties. Romance is merely the means by which he makes a living. However, when Sophia Lovich, the one woman he’s lost his heart to, asks for his attention, he intends to surrender himself to passion. Little does he suspect that Sophie will ask him to endure her husband’s dark desires too!

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Consummate rakehell, Taylor Hulme has two passions in life, extravagant clothes and buxom women, in that order. Never without a spare coat, Taylor always keeps at least two lovers, just in case the first cannot satisfy his needs. Naturally, he takes utmost care to ensure his lovers never meet. When Amelia Percival and Verity Quinn discover they’re both being wooed by the same man, they join forces in order to tame Taylor’s rakish behaviour . Holding him captive in his bedchamber, they subject him to a night of erotic torment. Come dawn, Taylor’s sworn to change his errant ways, but he isn’t the only one who has learnt an important lesson about relationships. When passion burns with such intensity, sharing isn’t always such a bad thing.

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Monday, August 04, 2014

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Thursday, July 24, 2014

Mastered Preview: Emily Ryan Davis & Jennifer Leeland

We're finishing up the Mastered Boxed Set previews today with an excerpt from one of my favourite writing buddies. As an added bonus, it's a menage story. Enjoy.

In knots over love
What do you do when your Master is someone else’s Sub? It seems the chain of command continues to go down and Tasha has an ever more commanding master. Will his chains bind the three together, or tear them apart?

 



Excerpt from Bondage on 34th Street by Emily Ryan-Davis & Jennifer Leeland

“Have you ever been naked in public, Natasha? Ever put your beautiful little body on display?”

The low, rough words rasped along her nerve endings, dark with arousal and challenge.

Not trusting herself to speak coherently, she bit her lip and shook her head. Or tried to.

Noah held her immobile, his forearm flexed against the side of her neck.
“Answer me with words.”

“No, Sir.” The immediacy with which she responded, not even stopping to think before
obeying him–and using that word–set off all her inner alarms.

This time it was Noah’s turn to shudder. He sucked in a breath and his abs flexed against
her hands, reminding her how close she was to touching his cock.

How close she was to asking him for so much more than permission to touch.

“You will be.” He punctuated his whispered promise by pressing his fingertips into her
ass cheek and tilting her pelvis to meet his. The tight, confined thrust of hardness against her
core scattered her thoughts all over again. Noah bucked between her legs, abs and thighs
bunching as he ground the long ridge of his arousal against her, and the way he held her spread
open left zero protection.

Her breath came in short, harsh bursts. Every muscle inside her tensed, trembling and
seeking, straining toward Noah’s mastery. Footsteps and wheeled luggage somewhere in the
parking garage reminded her they weren’t alone, and that made her more desperate. She
squirmed against him, trying to gain leverage to push him away with her knees even as her arms
pulled him closer. Her mind and body fought against each other, and her body was winning. She
felt herself climbing higher and higher until he closed his teeth around a tender part of her neck
and pushed her over the edge.

It didn’t matter that they were out in the open, that Noah was her enemy, not her lover.
Reason didn’t matter. Somehow, Noah knew her body, and he used it as a weapon against her.
She came hard, with frightening suddenness, and for a moment, guilt beat back the pleasure. But
the moment was lost, and nobody existed except Noah.

As the shock softened, Noah’s hold on her hair gentled and his pumping hips slowed. She
wished he would let her go and turn away, but he stayed with her, reminding her in unnecessary
ways–because how could she forget?–that he was still there.

While she shivered and clung, trying to sort through her jumbled emotions, he soothed
the sting of a bite mark with his tongue and cooled the damp spot with his breath.

“I’m in control here, Natasha, and I don’t surrender it lightly. Remember that when
you’re aiming your luscious mouth at my lover. Remember this.” He pulsed against her one
more time, triggering a new wave of aftershocks, and didn’t let her go until she sagged limp in
his arms.

When he lowered her feet to the ground, the chill of cold concrete under her one bare foot
barely registered. Noah drew her away from the car door and imprisoned her against his chest,
his forearm hard below her shoulder blades, as he opened the door and installed her into the
passenger seat. After she was settled, he scooped her errant shoe from beneath the car and bent to
slide it over her foot.

His words finally registered and took on meaning as he walked to the driver’s side and
slide into the seat. Noah jabbed the key into the ignition and fired the engine, staring straight
ahead as if she no longer existed for him.

“This doesn’t mean anything,” she whispered.

He flexed his hands on the steering wheel. “Doesn’t it?”

Tasha shivered. She turned her face away from the stark, white outline of his knuckles.
Noah reached out and cupped her chin, pulling her head back around to hold her gaze.
His lips twisted in a parody of a smile. “Ty is mine, Natasha. You want to touch him, fuck him,
get on your knees and lick his impressive dick? You’ll have to beg me for permission.”


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Mastered Preview: Sasha White

Unfettered: An Overwatch Story by Sasha White. The best way to being noticed is to get yourself out there… just be careful who finds you.

Tired of being treated as “one of the guys”, mechanic Ronnie Lang wants to explore her own sexuality more. She gets wind of Overwatch, a private BDSM club and she applies herself for membership. Behind those closed doors lies a lifestyle she never imagined… and the man she could never forget.

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Unfettered: An Overwatch Story by Sasha White

Overwatch, Ronnie kept her head down and didn’t

volunteer for anything. It was all she could do to make it

through the rest of the class without snapping at people

to leave her alone. She just wanted to sit in the corner

and think, to sort through her emotions and try to make

sense of what was happening to her.

only to be pulled up short when Ian called her name.

walked toward her.

clear blue eyes.

careless shrug of her shoulders. “Just didn’t see a reason

to hang around.”

out the first set of doors before she had a grip on herself again. “Is that allowed, you being a trainer

and all?”

“There’s no rule against it. It’s the first time I’ve done it, but it’s also the first time I’ve

known a trainee from outside the club.” He pushed through the last set of doors and turned left.

“The coffee shop just up the road is still open.”

“Hey,” she said, stopping dead and tugging her hand from his. “Enough. What’s going on

here, Ian?”

He stood stock still in front of her, expression blank. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’ve pretty much pretended I don’t exist since that little negotiation

demonstration last week and now you want to take me for coffee? What’s up with that?”

He stared at her, silent and inscrutable. When the others started coming out the doors he

raked a hand through his hair and shook his head. “I’m sorry if it felt like I was ignoring you. I didn’t

intend to make you feel that way.”

“Well, you did.”

His mouth titled up at the corner. “Yeah, so you just told me.”

The pressure in her chest lessened and she smiled back at him. “Okay. Just so you got the

point.”

His smile grew. “We okay?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Let’s go get that coffee.”

They didn’t talk as they walked down the street. Once they got their drinks, they found an

empty corner table and sat down. Ian didn’t make her wait.

“So, what do you think so far?”

“To be honest I'm loving it. It's a lot different than I imagined it would be, but that isn't

necessarily bad.”

“What did you imagine?”

“That everyone involved would either be a sexy model in fetish wear or a dark and

handsome Dom wearing leather pants and a sleeveless vest. You know, with maybe a whip or a

flogger tied to their hip, and always demanding you drop to your knees.” She laughed softly. “Okay,

so maybe I exaggerated that a little bit, but you know what I mean? I worried it would be the

stereotype of a cross between a porn movie set and a nightclub.”

He laughed. “Well, you’re actually not that far off. When you come to the club and it's open

you’ll see it is a lot like a regular nightclub — except, yes, some people are wearing fetish wear and

some people are wearing nothing at all. Not everyone will have a perfect body, but everyone’s pretty

damn comfortable in their skin, if you get what I mean. You might even see a Dom in leather pants,

although I'm not too sure about the sleeveless vests. Many of us do take off our shirts, though,

especially when we scene.” He met her gaze head on. “It can get pretty hot in there.”

She fanned herself with her hand at the thought of him with no shirt, paddle in hand, and

her awaiting his ppleasure. “Shit, it’s getting pretty hot in here.”

He laughed and pleasure burst through her. It was nice just sitting with him.

“So, is that what you found on the internet? Men who wore leather pants and demanded you

kneel at all times?”

She sighed. “Yeah. It was real letdown. A lot of puffed up idiots who thought that calling

themselves dominant made them dominant. That somehow that gave them the right to make it all

about them. It was all about blowjobs and booty calls, but not about dominance or submission.

Except for the ones who seemed to think that being the dominant gave them the right to smack you

around.”

Something deadly flared in his eyes. “Did somebody smack you around?”

She arched an eyebrow. “Do you really think I would let somebody smack me around?”

“Damn it. It’s a dangerous fucking world out there, Ronnie. What made you put that ad on

the Internet?

“Look at me,” she said. “I'm a thirty-four year old tomboy who would rather clean an

engine than get my hair done and it shows. Sure, I've had sex, even good sex, but I've never had a

relationship before. I've never been in love, and I thought if internet dating could work for other

people why not me?”

He visibly calmed himself, taking a deep breath before nodding at her. “I get it. It can be

tough to find someone. What made you realize you were submissive?”

She blushed, but remembering how they met up again, she pushed past any nerves at

speaking so freely. “I thought about the men I had been with, and which ones I thought were good

sex, and which were just ... exercise, and realized that the good sex had always been with a guy who

took charge. Those guys who took charge were also the ones I’d wanted to spend more time with if

given the chance. It was like a lightbulb went off in my head, and once I realized that was what did it

for me, I didn’t look back.”

When he nodded, she kept talking. The words just tumbling from her lips without thought.

“I did internet searches, read some blogs and some books. The more I read, the more I wanted

to do and explore. Then I found the adult dating site, and thought it was perfect. Put up a profile

and—bam!—I had men emailing and asking to meet.” She stopped suddenly. Not sure she wanted

to share the rest.

Blue eyes soft with concern, Ian reached across the table, putting both his hands over both

of hers. “It’s okay, Ronnie. Nothing you can say will change the way I see you.”

Relief flowed through her. How had he known exactly what she needed to hear?

“At first I was like a kid in a candy store,” she admitted. “I met with too many men, and tried

too many things. I look back now and think I’m lucky I didn’t get killed. I mean, I’m not an idiot,

and I have good instincts. I never let any of them tie me up, or restrain me in any way, no matter

how much I craved it. But I did let them do things like spank me, or fuck my face.” She shook her

head and laughed softly. “I have to admit to having a bit of an oral fixation.”

He sat back in his chair, and folded his arms across his broad chest. “Oral fixation, huh?”

“Oh, yeah.” She flashed him a naughty smile and leaned forward staring deep into his eyes.

“I came to the realization that I really love sucking cock. There’s just something about being on my

knees in front of a man, serving him that way. The smell, the taste, the feel. Oh, god, the feel of a

hard cock stroking against my tongue as he grips my hair and thrusts deep enough to hit the back of

my throat so hard my eyes start to water and I fight to breathe. I just love it.”

By the time she was done talking, Ian’s eyes blazed with a heat that damn near melted her

panties off.

“You,” he said in a voice that sent shivers down her spine. “Deserve to be punished for that.”

Her nipples hardened to the brink of pain, and she wiggled in her seat, but she raised her

eyebrows and tried to look innocent. “For what?”

He smirked.

She grinned.

He leaned forward. “For making my cock so hard all I want to do is bend you over and sink

in so deep that I feel your soul surrounding me.”

Her eyes widened and Ian’s heart pounded as they sat there, just looking at each other and

breathing the same air.

She was beautiful. Beautiful in her honesty, in her desire, and in her eagerness. Ian had to

remind himself that they were in a public coffee shop and it would be wrong to reach over the table

and drag her into his arms.

Sucking in a deep breath, he shifted back in his chair again to try and ease the erotic tension

that had flared between them so quickly. Before he could say anything and change the topic, she

straightened up and spoke again.

“That’s exactly what I came to Overwatch looking for,” she said.

She wasn’t making sense. “What?”

“You,” she replied, looking right at him. “You’re not acting, or pretending. You and Simon

and Adam and Conner, you’re all for real. Dominance isn’t something that can be faked, and I

was tired of meeting men who considered it a game. Men who played at it because they saw it as

a way to have sex any way they wanted without really caring about what their partner needed. I

want a real man, one who knows that true dominance is mental before it ever comes close to being

physical. That my submission cannot be demanded—it has to be earned—and when I give it, I give

everything.”

Fuck. She made total sense.

A loud burst of laughter from the table next to them made her start. Red started creeping up

her chest and neck and Ian gave himself a mental kick in the ass. “Thank you,” he said. “For sharing

so much with me.”

“You’re welcome.” Ronnie smiled. “Now, I should go. It’s almost twelve.”

“Why do you turn into a pumpkin at midnight?”

She laughed, taking the hand he extended and letting him pull her to her feet.

 “No, but it’s past my bedtime, and if I don't get at least six hours of sleep I turn into a

raging bitch the next day. The guys at the shop will not thank you.”

They walked back to the club, and he wasn’t surprised to see that she drove a pumped up

muscle car painted in very pretty purple. It was just like her. Strong, but feminine, and very, very

sexy.

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Mastered Preview - Carrie Ann Ryan

I love triangles, well, to read about anyway. They're my favourite kinds of story and Carrie Ann Ryan's contribution explores exactly that theme. Enjoy!

Only two men can give Sassy the happily ever after she craves. Rafe, Ian, and Sassy loved each other, until it all fell apart. Time passed and now the two men are back for the woman they love. With the damage already done, it’ll take more than words to make this menage work. If by some chance they manage to pull it off, they’ll tear up the streets of New Orleans worse than any Mardi Gras ever has.

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Ink Reunited by USA Today bestseller Carrie Ann Ryan

“Sassy.” She heard the deep, achingly familiar voice coming from in front of her.

She blinked in complete disbelief at what she saw

“Rafe.”

“Nothing for me then?” Another voice, just as familiar, came from just beside
Rafe, and Sassy swallowed hard.

“Ian.” She shook her head. “What…what are you two doing here?”

She could have sworn everyone in the shop had stopped moving, stopped
breathing. It was if they knew something was terribly wrong, and yet had no idea
what to do about it.

She didn’t know what to do about it.

“We’re here for a tattoo,” Rafe answered.

“And you,” Ian put in.

With that, the phone dropped out her hand and her mind went completely
blank.

Her past was back and standing right in front of her in all their sexy glory and
determined faces. No matter what she did, she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to
wish Ian and Rafe away.

It hadn’t worked before.

It wouldn’t work this time either.

Oh shit.

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Monday, July 21, 2014

Birthday & Mastered Release Giveaway



To celebrate the release of Mastered: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender, the re-release of Capturing Cora, Menage After Midnight and Taming Taylor and my Birthday, (Which is actually tomorrow, but I'll be doing family stuff then.) I'm holding a Birthday Party on my Facebook Fan Page. Please stop by and say hello. There'll be posts by me, guest author's dropping by and spot prizes too!

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Mastered Preview: Kate Pearce

Today is the turn of my long time friend and mentor Kate Pearce, and her story No Limits.

All bets are off when there are no limits…

Dr. Julia Reed is a skilled doctor at a California ER, where life & death are always on the line. After an enticing meeting with British Businessman, Alex Logan, he proposes a sexual bargain. She gives him the details of her deepest, darkest fantasies, and he gets the power to act them out. Reed comes to suspect that Alex is not playing fair in this game of lust.






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Excerpt from No Limits by USA Today bestseller Kate Pearce

“I know what I like.”

“Let me guess. You want a man to tie you up, spank your arse and make you
call him Sir.”

“There’s nothing wrong with any of those things in a consensual
relationship.”

“I agree, but I don’t play those kind of games.”

“I’m not sure I believe you. You said—“

He held up his hand. “I said I liked giving my lovers what they wanted.”

“So if I asked you to tie me up and flog me, you’d be okay with that?”
His eyes were cold. “I don’t play games.”
I studied his calm face. “Then what do you do?”

“If you really want to know I suggest you have dinner with me.”

“You’re relentless.”

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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Mastered Preview - TJ Michaels

 Release day is almost here, but I'll still be keeping up the previews until I've covered all ten stories. Today is the turn of multi-award winner, T J Michaels and her contribution, Juicy.

Twilight Teahouse ~ Choose something decadent from our menu…

Solie Shaw is a brilliant self-made woman, running a massive corporation. At the end of the day, all she wants to do is not be in charge. Her heart’s jaded after a cruel incident with a former lover. Now comes another chance to get exactly what she needs. All she needs to do is… choose.


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Excerpt from Juicy by T J Michaels


He was in no way asking for all of her—not her heart, and perhaps not even her
body. She knew that BDSM play wasn’t all about sex with Burton. Sure, he enjoyed
impact play with floggers, crops, rope and cuffs; however, what he loved most was
getting into his play partner’s head. And still, he hadn’t even asked for that.

He’d only asked to give her what she needed…and she would be the one to decide
what that was. And later, if she wanted to, he was open to moving into something a bit
more…personal.

Slipping her hand into Burton’s, Solie said exactly what was on her mind.

“Burt, I don’t need to think about it.”

“What are you saying, Solie,” he asked with quiet surety. “No beating around the
bush. Just let me have it.”

“I want to explore this zing between us, B. And I’m ready to explore it now. Yes, I
will admit I’m on the rebound, but we both know that. And right now, I want you more
than anything or anyone else I can think of.”

“More than a new souped-up gaming computer?” he teased, poking at her nerdy
side.

“That’s kind of pushing it, but yes, more than a new gaming computer. And more
than World of WarCraft. And more than non-burnt English muffins. I want to be with you
more than I want a bare handed, over the knee spanking.”

“Now that’s hard to believe,” he quipped back. “But I think we can do something
about that. Last I heard, there was nothing like a spanking from Mr. Big Thuddy Paddle
Hands.”

Solie’s mouth fell open. “Mac told you about that?”

“Of course she did. And she had no shame in admitting that she’s the one who
came up with that loving little title for me while you wholeheartedly agreed. So I’ll take
that as a compliment.”

Solie fell backwards onto her pillow laughing like she hadn’t in weeks…hell, months
even. She could tell Burton was seriously restraining himself from tickling her. When
she caught her breath, she sat back up and smiled as he fed her more bacon.

“So what’s the next step, Burt?”

“That depends. What do you want? I may be a Dominant, but I’m not a bully. You
set the tone and the pace here, Sols. After that last D.I.N.O.—”

“D.I.N.O.? What’s a D.I.N.O.?”

“Dominant-In-Name-Only.”

“Oh.” She chuckled and rolled her eyes. Didn’t that about sum it up?

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Mastered Preview: Joey W Hill

Today is the turn of bestselling writer Joey W Hill, and her paranormal entry in the box set. Joey's book is part of her Vampire Queen series.



 
Mastering her body was easy. Mastering her heart and soul will be an erotic science…

The Vampire Lord Brian suspects his servant, Debra, is unhappy with her current station. She yearns for his heart, but she knows it can never be. He seeks to amend that. Outside of his research, he takes her in hand and shows her what it means to be truly his, together.



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Excerpt from The Scientific Method

Debra. I’m hungry.

Two words that always meant something much more than blood to vampires.

She found him in Lady Lyssa’s gardens. There was an old stone bench under a lattice arch
weighted down by Confederate jasmine. It was his favored place to work when he didn’t have to be in the lab. He was studying his laptop now, which provided her an extra moment to look at him as she
approached.

The moonlight limned his hair, giving the lighter strands a golden-silver luster. The sculpted
planes of his face were etched by shadow. With the preternatural vampire stillness that would take him when he was deep in thought, he could have been another of the marble statues in the vast maze of gardens. Yet he showed he was aware of her presence, his head lifting at her approach.
Though he often came out of his work as if emerging from the bottom of a still ocean, she
felt when his focus sharpened on her. It was a transition that never failed to weaken her knees. The
awareness in his eyes, a mixture of blood hunger, sexual need and…

No, that was all there was. That was all she could let herself think about. For her part, it was so
much more, but that was her problem to handle. She was the human in the relationship. Servant to his
needs.

Setting aside his laptop, he brought her between his knees, banded his arms around her
and nuzzled her throat. No words. They didn’t need them, did they? She wound her arms around his
shoulders, taking advantage of those first few seconds to slide her fingers through his thick hair, her
pulse tripping as he slipped the buttons of her blouse and licked the valley between her breasts, tracing the curves. The man could use his tongue the way a master painter used a fine brush. The pressure, stroke, timing… Totally controlled and excruciatingly perfect.

If a vampire wanted to take his servant in plain view of everyone on the Council estate, no one
thought a thing about it. But right now, they were blissfully alone. Brian slid a hand up under her skirt to cup her buttock. When he found his way beneath her panties to stimulate her rim with long fingers, she moaned, rubbing her mound against his chest. The look he lifted to her was full of heat and pleasure, reflecting that dangerous edge that left no doubt—at least in this moment—he considered her totally his.

His other hand slid along the curve of her breast, up to her throat, stroking so she lifted her chin,
drawing in her breath at the whisper of his own there, the brush of his fangs. Those vibrant hazel eyes
watched her every reaction.

“Stay still,” he said, and she didn’t move a muscle, even though inside all of her nerve endings
were rippling. He pressed his mouth against her throat again and, as his fangs penetrated, he slowly slid his fingers into her.

Clasp your hands behind your back, he ordered, and she did it reluctantly, though the thrust of
her breasts put the hardened tips against his upper chest, an excruciating friction.
My bad girl. Already so hot and wet. You’re going to come without my permission.

No, my lord.

You’re saying no to me?

He took a particular delight in befuddling her usually organized mind like that. She could tell it in
the gleam of his gaze, the erotic set of his irresistible mouth as he briefly lifted his head, gave her a look.

She gave a desperate half laugh. “No, my lord. I mean, yes. Oh…”

He scissored and thrust his fingers in a rhythm with his drinking that elicited tiny moans, that
made her lose her train of thought.

You’re going to come for me.

“Yes.” She breathed it, shut her eyes and pressed her jaw against his head as the climax rose up
inside her, an irresistible wave. She’d do anything for him.

He locked his arm around her, holding her fast so her sensual writhing stoked his own desire.
And as he took his nourishment from her throat again, he kept stroking and teasing her until she wanted nothing more than to grip his shoulders, hold on forever.

But she wasn’t allowed to touch him until he said she could.

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