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You guys, I am so excited to tell you about the new book from the ever-sexy Lilah E. Noir! When I finished the first book in her Unorthodox Trilogy, Unorthodox Therapy, I couldn’t wait for the sequel.
We’re going to have to wait a little longer for that second book, but in the meantime, on November 20, she’s releasing a prequel called UNORTHODOX DOM. So cue happy dance!
Here’s the blurb:
He was a Dominant on training wheels. She was a wild masochistic kitten and more than he bargained for.
Thomas has reached his breaking point.
Work, studies, lust for his sexy boss, his own kinky urges are driving him insane.
He’s sick of hiding.
In walks Kat. Sassy, creative, submissive to the bone and a hot mess of epic proportions.
The first girl who ever craved his punishing spanking, dominant touch and rough lovemaking.
What happens when her life begins falling apart?
Can Thomas put it back together with strict rules and iron discipline?
Is he strong enough to save her from herself?
Unorthodox Dom is 30,000 words erotic romance novella featuring hot, erotic action, a Dominant new to the lifestyle, a bratty submissive in need of a firm hand and a badass Dominatrix. Not a menage, no cheating. The story takes place four years prior the events in the Unorthodox Trilogy but it can be read as a standalone. Bonus material – chapter 1 of Unorthodox Therapy.
So how about a filthy little teaser? Mm-hmm, that’s what I thought. 😉
The room echoed with Kat’s muffled sounds while Allie ran her long nails down the girl’s body. She teased its most sensitive spots and withdrew, leaving her right on the edge, with soaked, trembling thighs and hard nipples.
I slid the long chain of the clover clamps under the one holding the nipple clamps. The cold metal slid across her hot skin and prolonged her agony. Allie picked up the vibe, turned it on and placed the smooth steel head against Kat’s clit. I crisscrossed the two chains and attached the clover clamps to her pussy lips. They pulled the flesh apart and left her inner lips and clit fully exposed.
Kat had put nipple clamps and pussy weights very high on her list of preferences. Still, that must have been quite intense even for her. Her eyes widened and she started screaming behind her gag. Her whole body was shuddering while the pain of the heavy metal clamps went through it. The sensations Allie provoked with the vibe along her inner lips and the sensitive bud of her clit added to it. No matter how much she tried to stay still, it was impossible.
Her howling when she was gagged was so hot.
I looked at Allie and picked up the crop from the bed. She nodded at me with a cruel enthusiasm and moved the vibe to Kat’s nipples. I swung the crop and hit Kat’s clit. That provoked another gagged yell and fresh tears. Our little victim shuddered so hard she had me worried for a second.
“Are we still in the green, pet?” I asked in a soft voice and patted her pussy lips with the leather rectangular piece, keeping it tame and teasing rather than harsh.
Kat nodded. For about a minute, Allie and I alternated stimulation between the vibe on her clit and the strong hits of the crop.
“You’re so beautiful when you suffer,” I whispered, drenched the edge of the crop with her thick nectar and brought it to her nose. “If I owned you, I’d keep you tied and gagged until I decided you’d had too much.”
I made the final crop hit across her chest. That earned me another agonized scream. I could watch her like this all day but I didn’t want to damage her. Using the clover clamps was already pushing the safety boundaries.
I leaned forward to kiss the line between her breasts and slowly unscrewed the metal teeth around her nipples. When the tender buds were free of the cruel bite, I went to kiss her chest, lick her nipples and ease the hot pain. My fingers stroked her other breast and rubbed the sore spots, marked in red, rough lines. I sank my teeth into her nipple and got up to look at her face, enjoying the battle in those pretty eyes.
Kat’s altered emotional and mental state made me insatiable. I wanted more of her internal struggle. So I decided to push the boundaries one more time. When I pulled my lips away from her aching nipple, I took one of the candles from the bedside table and tipped it. A thin line of wax started dripping down her skin. Allie chose that moment to remove the ball gag so Kat’s cries resounded through the room, desperate yet so sensual.
“Please… please… it’s too much.”
Her clit was pounding. I kept running the line of wax across her body and Allie resumed the vibe torture. Kat sucked in her breath and squeezed her hands so hard she probably left marks all over her palms.
“Shhh…” I kissed her lips lightly. My tenderness contrasted to the pain provoked by the wax. “Relax, kitten. You’re really close and you were such a good girl. You can do it.”
She calmed down but the sensations were too much for her. It was getting too painful for me, too. I’d wanted to fuck her for ages. I removed the clover clamps from her cunt lips and sealed my mouth against hers, sinking teeth into her tongue so I’d make her groans louder. Kat kissed me back as if her life depended on it. Her sounds echoed in my mouth when I deepened the kiss and pushed three fingers into her dripping hole, opening it wider. My thumb dug at her clit, working on her most sensitive spots.
I broke the kiss and slapped her breast to make her focus on my words.
“On all fours. Eyes to the headboard.”
When Kat bent over to take the position, I got a satisfying view of her bright red lips and puckering asshole. Her knees were weak and I knew she’d cum anytime soon.
Release date: November 20, 2017.
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Lilah E. Noir is an author of dark erotic novels and stories with elements of taboo, seduction and different aspects of the BDSM spectrum. There is usually an element of romance and tenderness but don’t expect her to write a sweet love story only with affectionate vanilla sex.
Lilah is an author of Stroker Ace, a novella focused on a young couple’s dying marriage and the mysterious Domme who helps them come to terms with their own sexuality, needs and fears. Stroker Ace has been nominated for a Best BDSM Book of 2015 at the Menage category.
In June 2016 she released her first full-length novel Unorthodox Therapy – a reverse of the traditional boss/employee relationship that explores the nature of addiction. You can expect its sequels, Unorthodox Chemistry and Union by the end of 2017.
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This weekend excerpt features a Thanksgiving scene from RANSOMING REDEMPTION, the third and final book of Rannigan’s Redemption.
They arrived at the Beaulieu’s home after eight o’clock that night having driven from the airport in the silver pickup truck Bobby had reserved at the rental agency. “A truck?” Maggie had questioned. Bobby had just winked at her.
Jerilyn chased Savannah who bounded out of the house as they pulled up into the circular driveway. “Daddy!” cried the child as she threw herself into Bobby’s arms.
“Well hey there, June bug,” he said, hugging his daughter tightly. “Look who I brought with me. You remember Maggie, don’t you?”
“Welcome, cher,” Jerilyn said as she wrapped Maggie in a huge hug. “Come on in. Are y’all hungry?”
“I’m always hungry,” laughed Bobby. He put Savannah on the ground. “Come on, you can help us get our bags.”
“This is such a beautiful home,” Maggie told Bobby’s mother.
“Why thank you, hon,” she smiled. “Of course, you know Bobby had it built for us when he signed his first contract with the majors.”
Maggie’s eyes widened and she looked to Bobby who seemed uncomfortable. “No. I didn’t know that.”
“Ro-bert, y’all are up in your room,” Jerilyn tossed over her shoulder as she headed back into the house. “Get freshened up and come on down to the kitchen.”
With Bobby leading the way, Savannah carried Maggie’s cosmetic case and Maggie followed with her suitcase as they went upstairs. They traveled down a long hallway to a bedroom on the back of the house with a huge bay window overlooking the marsh beyond the expansive lawn.
“Okay, sweetie,” Bobby said to Savannah, “how about you go help Nana in the kitchen and we’ll be right there.”
“Okay, Daddy,” the little girl said. “Are you coming downstairs, Maggie?”
Maggie smiled. “I sure am. I’ll see you in just a minute.”
“You can sit by me,” Savannah said as she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Bobby pulled Maggie to him and held her for a moment, kissing her neck. “Thank you so much for coming home with me, cher,” he murmured against her neck.
“I’m happy to be here,” she said. “I’m surprised your mom has us sharing a room, though.” He looked at her quizzically. “I just figured we’d be in separate rooms, that’s all,” she shrugged.
“You realize, cher,” he arched an eyebrow, “they know we have sex.” He whispered the last three words, and Maggie blushed furiously while he chuckled. “You’re so pretty when your face is pink.”
Thursday was a blur of activity at the Beaulieu home. Bobby’s sisters and their families arrived throughout the morning beginning around seven o’clock. One by one, Maggie was introduced to them, and she made a concerted effort to remember everyone’s names and at least which kids belonged to which adults, if not the names of the kids. She happily pitched in with the preparations in the kitchen while Bobby worked outside to set up the large outdoor fryer in which the turkey would be cooked.
“Have you ever had deep-fried turkey, Maggie?” asked Bobby’s sister Jenny.
Maggie shook her head. “I never have, but I’ve always wanted to try it.”
“You should go outside and watch,” youngest sister Nancy told her.
Taking a beer from the giant ice-filled galvanized tub on the back deck, Maggie walked down the steps to the area on the end of the driveway where Bobby and his father had set up the fryer on its sturdy platform. The other men were keeping an eye on the kids playing behind the house.
“If it’s not the prettiest girl I know,” Bobby said, smiling. “And she brought me a beer.” He took it from her and kissed her cheek. “How are you doing, cher?”
“I’m great! I came to see the turkey fry.”
“Once you have it fried, you’ll never go back to roasted,” Justin told her with a wink.
The holiday dinner around the family table was a raucous affair. Following the grace, the passing of heaping platters and bowls was accompanied by loud conversation punctuated by frequent laughter. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Maggie sat back and took it all in. Bobby rested his free hand on her thigh and grinned at her reassuringly from time to time.
“Well what do you think, Maggie?” Bobby’s oldest sister Michelle smiled kindly. “Are you coming back for Christmas or have we scared you off?”
“Oh, well,” Maggie began, “actually I have a gathering at my place every Christmas. It’s sort of affectionately known as the Orphans and Misfits Christmas.”
“Being without family, Maggie invites her friends who don’t have anybody either. She makes sure that nobody’s alone on Christmas,” Bobby elaborated proudly.
“Well, she has family now,” Bobby’s sister Renée said, and Maggie blushed as threatened tears stung her eyes.
RANSOMING REDEMPTION is available
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Luke McGillicutty and Bella Grant were hired to jet all over the world and create a new television travel program. With a virtually unlimited budget and free reign to find the stories in the cities they’re assigned to visit, it was the job of a lifetime.
Visiting places like Edinburgh, Amsterdam, and Mykonos, staying in luxurious 5-star hotels, is it any wonder the veteran photographer and career journalist fall in love?
In this scene, Bella has had to travel back home to Birmingham to attend the funeral of her estranged father. Unable to accompany her, Luke has agreed to finish up where they were, and to meet her at the next destination. As it turns out, she’ll have a story to tell him when she gets there.
As Tre and Cornelia moved through the crowd, they were greeted with heartfelt wishes of condolence. Bella and T-Nathan stayed on the outskirts of the crowd and made their way to the backyard, where the main gathering was meant to be. The sky was bright blue and crystal clear, the temperature perfect for being outdoors. Bella took a glass of wine from a passing server and sipped slowly.
“Well, kiddo, we’ve almost made it,” she said, winking at T-Nathan. “When do you go back to school?”
He smiled at her. “Next week,” he answered. He seemed like he wanted to say more, so she waited, using her best interviewer arched eyebrow to encourage him. “Hey Aunt Sissy, can I talk to you about something?”
“Of course,” she said, smiling warmly. “What’s your old aunt for anyway? What’s up?”
“Well, you know how I’ve been studying pre-law? I’ve been thinking about changing my major.”
“Oh?” she asked, then waited.
“Yeah, um,” he said, blushing, “I’m thinking about journalism. I want to do what you do.” He looked at her directly. “So what do you think?”
She thought, Your mother’s going to have a cow, but she answered, “Are you sure that’s what you want to do, travel and interview and that kind of thing?” He nodded eagerly.
“Well, since you asked what I think…You should make journalism your minor, then continue with your pre-law or change to history or political science or economics or something else that you can bring to the table. Any dumb ass can read the news. You’re smarter than that. And get involved with campus news in some way. That’s valuable experience.” She smiled at him. “You know what, sometime when all the planets align, you need to come out with Luke and me, give it a try.”
“I don’t know, maybe I wouldn’t be any good at it,” he said, blushing again.
“Are you kidding me? Look at this mug,” she said, patting his cheek affectionately. “All the girls will lose their mother-loving minds!”
“Aw, Aunt Sissy,” he laughed. He hugged her clumsily and went to find his friends.
Bella smile as she watched him go. He’s such a good kid, she thought. A server walked by and she snagged another glass of wine. Last one, she warned herself. She began to make her way around the gathering, accepting kind words from the guests. She was aware of more than one disapproving look at her dress from the matrons in attendance, and more than one leer from the husbands of said matrons. She began to feel the need to get away.
It seemed ironic to go inside to get fresh air, but that’s what she did. Beyond the kitchen, which was a beehive of activity, the house was quiet and she made her way to Tre’s study with its dark paneled walls and oxblood red leather chesterfield sofas. She stood at the window sipping her wine and watching the scene outside.
“Well, pretty lady, I wondered where you’d gone.”
Bella whirled around to see Mitchell, he of the wake last night. “You startled me,” she said.
“Oops,” he smiled. “Didn’t mean to do that.” He had an odd look on his face and Bella didn’t like the feeling in the pit of her stomach.
“I just needed to get away from the crowd for a minute. I think I’ll go back now,” she said evenly.
“What’s your hurry?” he asked, eyes on her breasts. “I was hoping we could talk about old times.” He put down his glass and crossed the room toward her, blocking her from moving away from the window.
“Have you been drinking a lot, Mitchell, because you’re making me uncomfortable,” she told him.
He laughed darkly. “Oh, no, I want to make you very comfortable.” He reached out to stroke her arm, putting his other arm around her waist. “You’ve just been through a difficult time and I want to comfort you,” he whispered. She could smell the bourbon on his breath.
“Okay, Mitchell, I’ve really got to go now,” she said, trying to move past him.
With his hand on the small of her back, he pulled her closer and he moved the other hand, reaching inside her dress and fondling her breast.
Without thinking, she slapped his face hard. “Let. Me. The fuck. Go!” she hissed at him.
“Baby, the fuck is just what I have in mind, and you are turning me on!” he growled, leaning in to kiss her.
“Will not happen!” she answered, and she brought up her knee as hard as she could into his groin. Mitchell went down like a sack of hammers. Bella stepped over him and left the room hastily.
In the hallway she met Tre. “Sissy, we were looking for you,” he said. “Are you alright?”
“I just needed some air,” she answered sharply.
“Are you ready to go to the airport?” he asked.
“Hell, yes, I’m ready,” she said. “By the way, your friend Mitchell just groped me. I knocked his balls up into his sinus cavity. I hope he hurts for a long time.”
Tre shook his head and sighed. “Always an adventure, Sissy. Let me go throw out the son of a bitch, then we’ll go, okay?”
LUKE & BELLA, the first book in the Dream Dominant Collection,
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This is the time I usually post a Weekend Excerpt, but I’ve posted several snippets this week, all in the name of promoting Rannigan’s Redemption.
So instead of another excerpt, I want to tell you some exciting news. LOST & BOUND, the second novel in my Dream Dominant Collection, has been nominated for a 2017 Reader’s Choice Award for Romance. I’m just thrilled!
In LOST & BOUND, spoiled Hollywood badgirl Shasta Pyke gets into trouble with the law and is sent to cool her heels for a few weeks in the wilderness of northern Ontario. That’s where she meets Dominant mountain man Blake Walker, who is none too impressed with the sole guest at his family’s remote lodge. But there’s something about her petulance that calls to his Daddy Dom soul. Could she be the baby girl he’s been looking for?
Now I’m asking for your help. I need votes. If you would take just a moment, I’d be forever grateful. Here’s the LINK for voting. Once you get there, you’ll see a gray bar that says ‘1/16’. (I’ve included a screenshot for reference.) Click the arrow on the right side of the bar to get to 7/16, Romance. The books are listed in alphabetical order by title.