Weekend Excerpt–Dream Dominant Book 1, LUKE & BELLA

luke-bella-updated-coverLUKE & BELLA is the first book I ever published.  It was a couple of years ago, and I had no idea what I was doing.  In fact, I accidentally published it on Amazon.  I thought that after I uploaded my manuscript, I’d have the opportunity to tweak the formatting and check for errors. The next thing I knew, I had a book for sale.

I’ve since re-edited and formatted it properly.  And I replaced the original cover with something sexier.  I’m thrilled to announce that in the coming weeks, LUKE & BELLA will also be available in paperback.

LUKE & BELLA is Book 1 of the Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone light BDSM novels featuring strong, sexy Dominants and the smart redhead submissives who can’t resist them.

I have a few more books under my belt now, but this one holds a special place in my heart.  Here’s a steamy little tease…

Bella woke up aware of two things: an extreme headache and the need to have him.  She glanced over at Luke.  Asleep in her bed.  In her house.  And she wanted him.

She tiptoed to the bathroom, found the ibuprofen, and quickly slammed three.  She brushed her teeth and got into the shower. Hot water and lavender-scented lather washed over her body, and her headache was rinsed away as she imagined his hands on her, caressing her skin, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples.  And she wanted him.

Her hands slid down her stomach then further down.  She began touching herself, thinking of the last time they made love, on the plane home.  Guess we’re in the mile-high club now, she thought to herself, smiling at the memory.  Turning off the water, she opened the shower door and reached for her towel.  Her hand landed on an empty towel bar.

“Looking for this, baby girl?”  Luke was leaning against the bathroom counter, completely dressed in faded jeans and a grey t-shirt, a fluffy white towel folded in his hands.  He placed the towel on the floor.

“I’ll be back in one minute.  Be in the ready position here,” he said firmly, indicating the towel on the floor.  “Don’t bother drying off.”  With that, he turned and walked out of the room.

Bella stood blinking for a moment then stepped out of the shower.  She knelt on the towel, water dripping all over the floor, and tried to relax.  Her heart was pounding.  His tone had been quiet and intense.  She wondered what he had in mind and, struggling to calm her thoughts, she closed her eyes and waited.

She heard him return, opened her eyes briefly and saw his bare feet, then closed her eyes again.  He walked around her slowly then stopped in front of her and pulled her head to his leg, stroking her hair gently.

“Good morning, baby girl,” he purred.  “How are you feeling today?”

Keeping her head down, Bella answered, “I’m well, Sir.”

He gripped her chin roughly and forced her head up.  “I’ve told you, baby girl, that I want to see your eyes.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“The reason I ask about how you’re feeling is that you had a rough night last night.  You got drunk and you conducted yourself in a most disrespectful manner.  Would you agree?”  As he asked, he slipped his belt around her neck and pulled it snug.

She blinked and hesitated.  “Um, yes, Sir, I had a lot to drink,” she said.

“As my baby girl, it’s your position to reflect well on me in public.  Would you agree?” he asked.  “Lift your hands.”  He dropped the end of the belt and secured her hands in front of her using the belt from her robe.

“Um, yes, Sir,” she answered.

“You’ve seen enough.”  He covered her eyes with the tie he’d worn that night in Edinburgh.

“And did you do that last night, baby girl?  Did you reflect well on me?” he whispered in her ear.

“No, Sir.”

“So you would agree that you have earned punishment?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Come with me.”  Luke took her hands and helped her stand.  She was still wet from the shower and she slipped a little on the tile.  “I’ve got you, baby girl.  Trust me,” he said softly as he walked her into the bedroom.

Bella felt her knees against the bed.  “Now bend over across the bed, baby girl.  Rest your torso on the bed and reach your arms up over your head.” She did as he directed.

He left her standing, leaning on the bed as he walked around and took her tied hands, pulling them straight and securing them to the opposite side of the bed.  With her feet on the floor, Bella couldn’t move.

He returned to her and lightly stroked her backside and down the backs of her thighs.  “Move your feet apart,” he commanded.  She did as she was told.  He slipped his hand between her legs and moved it up to her sex, gently stroking before sliding a finger inside.  “You’re a little wet now.  We’ll check again after,” he said softly.

“Now baby girl, you will count this out,” he growled.

She braced herself, her breaths short and quick.  He waited a moment then slapped her left ass cheek hard.  Bella gasped.

“Count it out!” he commanded.

“One.”

He smacked her two more times.

“Two, three.”

He hesitated, smoothly caressing her pinkened backside.  Bella’s muscles tightened.  “Do. Not. Anticipate,” he hissed into her ear.  He landed four more slaps, on the other cheek this time.

“Four, five, six, seven,” she counted out, her voice shaking.

Her ass was bright pink and felt warm to the touch, a fact he noted as he soothed the area he’d spanked.  Luke could see the imprint of his hand on her right cheek.  He gave her three more hard smacks.

“Eight, nine, ten,” she dutifully counted through gritted teeth.

“Very good, baby girl,” he cooed into her ear.  “Let’s check you now.”  He gently smoothed the skin of her ass before sliding his hand between her thighs.  “You are dripping.  That’s good news, baby girl.  Did you realize how much you like to be spanked?”

She was surprised to note that although the spanks had stung, she was, in fact, more aroused than she had been already.  She felt the hardness his erection as he pressed against her stinging ass and ached for him.  Then she heard the zipper on his jeans and something fall softly to the floor.

He teased her moist opening with the end of his hardness and was even more aroused when it became covered in her sweetness.  She moaned softly and he knew she was ready.  “What do you want, baby girl?” he asked quietly.  He reached under her and began to fondle her breasts.

“Please,” she said.

“Please what?  Ask me for what you want,” he whispered.

”I want you to fuck me, Sir,” she breathed.

“What do you mean?” he asked, teasing her.

“Oh, God!  I want you in me,” she begged.

He smiled to himself and slid into her.  She groaned with pleasure.  “Is this what you want, baby girl?”

“Yes, yes, please,” she muttered.

He pushed in as far as he could then slowly pulled back out.  “I’m going to fuck you hard, my bratty baby girl,” he growled.  Letting go, he began to pound into her as hard as he could, driven mad by the way she clenched around him.

She could feel the heat building up deep inside and she let go, just feeling, absorbing his energy.  Their release was loud and long, and afterwards he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard on her neck.  “Oh, baby girl, we needed that,” he breathed.

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Watch This Space–Unorthodox Therapy by Lilah E. Noir

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Okay, y’all, you probably remember way back when I helped promote Lilah E. Noir’s Unorthodox Therapy when it first launched.  But at the time, I hadn’t actually read the book.  Now that I have, I need to revisit this recommendation again, because HOLY COW this is a great book!

Unorthodox Therapy is about tough, no-nonsense corporate CEO Lina Riley, who has her company and her whole life under control.  Her addiction to cigarettes is her only vice.  But a hot young programmer, her former personal assistant Thomas Jett, has an idea of how to help her curb her nasty habit.

Have a peek at my review:

Lina Riley is a woman in control. As CEO of her own tech company, she runs a tight ship and is the very definition of calm, cool, and collected. But she also has a vicious nicotine addiction.

Thomas Jett, formerly her personal assistant and currently a rising software developer within her company, has an unusual solution for the one vice Lina can’t seem to control. All she has to do is submit to his Dominance and he’ll guide her to replace the nasty habit with new thoughts and behaviors. She’s at once repelled and intrigued by the idea. Could it possibly work? And is it really about the cigarettes? Or does she have a deep need to relinquish control to someone stronger?

As the Unorthodox Therapy progresses, Lina’s shocked to realize how much she craves Thomas’s control, but she’s terrified–what if the company or their clients find out about her private predilections?

I love the way we get a sense not only of Lina’s misgivings about giving up control to Thomas, but we also understand his concerns and fears about being the kind of Dom Lina needs. The BDSM sex is hot and steamy, but let me tell you, about 3/4 of the way through, a sudden turn of events had me flipping pages so fast I nearly blew up my Kindle. By the end, I was breathless and dying to read the next installment.

Don’t miss Unorthodox Therapy! Lilah E. Noir, write like the wind! I need to know what happens next for Lina and Thomas. 5 HUGE STARS!

The title of my review is “Literally Left Me Breathless,” because that’s exactly what it did.  Of course, the BDSM sex is sultry and then some, but beyond that, we feel for Lina and Thomas as they each struggle with their own demons.  The suspense that’s introduced, however, pushes the whole story over the top, and I’m not kidding when I say that I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough.

Now, notice that the subtitle is Unorthodox Trilogy Book 1.  All I’m saying is, I absolutely cannot WAIT for the next installment.

This is a great book that you should NOT miss!  Trust me on this.  Here’s where you can get your hands on Unorthodox Therapy.

Release-Day

Sneak Peek at My New WIP!

for-sparrow-mock-upLOST & BOUND, Dream Dominant Book 2 has been out for a little over a month and I’m happily at work on Book 3, FOR SPARROW.   This cover is just a mock-up.  I’ll be having a sexy cover designed by the divine Eeva Lancaster of The Book Khaleesi when the book is finished.

When Jessi Crenshaw’s husband Graham died suddenly, she lost more than her spouse.  She lost the Dominant to her submissive.  But it turns out Graham had an idea that he was not well, and he tapped a temporary replacement for himself, at least until Jessi gets back on her feet.  Enter tall, dark, and Dominant firefighter and paramedic, Judd Farris.  It’s an unconventional relationship, but Judd has a promise to keep.

Here’s an excerpt of this very WIP…

Jessi’s hands shook.  With her index finger she traced the writing on the front of the envelope.  She glanced out the back door to see Judd kick off his shoes and sit on the edge of the pool, sinking his feet in the water.  Buddy flopped down beside him and rolled over, wanting his tummy scratched, and Judd obliged.

She turned her attention back to the envelope.  Her irrational self told her that if she didn’t open it, somehow everything could go back to normal.  But curiosity won the moment, and she slid her thumb under the flap and carefully opened the letter.

My dearest Sparrow,

I’m so sorry I’m not there with you.  I can feel my heart beginning to wear out.  Please don’t be angry with me for not telling you, I know how you worry about things.  We’ve had a good life together.  I’ve told you before and I’m telling you again, you are the best thing that ever happened to me.  The fact that you are the mother of my children amazes the hell out of me.  What did I ever do to deserve such a terrific family?

Jessi reached up to wipe a silent tear from her cheek.  Self-consciously, she flicked her eyes out to the pool deck to find that Judd was watching her intently, and he flashed a sympathetic smile.  Sniffing, she read on.

It would be pointless, I suppose, to tell you not to mourn.  Just don’t do it too long.  And don’t you dare wear black.  God, I hate all that maudlin bullshit.  Now Sparrow, you and I know that you are a natural submissive.  I don’t want you to feel lost without a Dominant in your life.  I want you to find one, a true Gentleman who will cherish you in the way you deserve.  One who will nurture the sexy, sensual woman you truly are.  Don’t you go back to some kind of vanilla half-existence.  That would really piss me off.

Tears still streaming, she laughed because she could almost hear Graham’s voice.

If you have this letter, you’ve met Judd.  I’ve known him for several years now, and he’s a solid Dominant.  I’ve asked him to check in on you and to take care of some things around the house.  I’ve also asked him to help you out until you find a Dominant of your own.  Judd is willing to give you knee time, Sparrow, to help you settle your mind and find peace.  I don’t mean sex and kink.  He would be a sort of ‘emotional Dominant,’ just until you get back on your feet.

On the other hand, if you found yourself attracted to Judd, it would make me happy knowing that you’d be in good hands.  He’s a good man, Jessi, a gentle man and a Gentleman.  He would be a perfect sexual Dominant for you.  I worry thinking about the dangers out there, Sparrow.  You and Judd could make your own way.

Mortified, Jessi glanced out the back door.  Thankfully, Judd was staring out across the pool.  “I can’t believe you’re telling me these things,” she murmured to herself.

Anyway, I trust you, Sparrow.  You’re smart and strong, and I’m so proud of you.  Never forget that you are absolutely the love of my life.  I’m forever grateful to you for taking my hard, stuffy heart and helping me to be a better man than I ever dreamed about being.  Be sure the kids know how much I love them.  I love you, my Sparrow, with all my heart.  Live happy.  Find love and cherish it.

Your loving husband and Master, G.

Jessi was completely undone.  Sobbing, she folded her arms on the counter and rested her head on them.  She cried until she felt she had no tears left.  Moments passed and she raised her head.  It hurt and her eyes felt puffy.  With a glance at Judd and Buddy still sitting by the pool, she went into the powder room and splashed water on her face.

Taking a deep breath, she forced her feet out the back door and across the pool deck.  Judd smiled up at her kindly.  “How are you holding up?”

Jessi shrugged as she stepped out of her sandals and sat beside him, slipping her feet into the cool water.  They sat without speaking, each gently sliding feet through the water, watching the ripples cross the pool and return to them.  Judd moved his foot under her leg and raised her foot to the surface.  The fuchsia nail polish was chipped and peeling.

“How long since you had a pedicure, Jessi?” he asked gently.

She moved her foot away and looked at him sharply.  “What exactly did your letter say, Judd?”

He exhaled forcefully.  “Like I said, he was worried about you.  He said that you’re submissive and that you might need somebody in your life until you find your way.”  He glanced at her knowingly.  “When was the last time your mind was quiet, little one?”

A tear slid down Jessi’s cheek and she swiped at it roughly.  “So you’re my appointed Dominant, is that it?” she asked testily.

“It’s not like that.”  Judd looked at her steadily.  “Graham and I were friends.  We talked about Dominance and submission for hours over the years.  He trusted me.  Trusted me with the one thing that meant the most to him in the world.”

He paused, gazing at her thoughtfully.  “He didn’t want you to run into the wrong kind of man while you’re looking to ease your mind, to fill that emptiness that I see in your eyes.”  Jessi stubbornly looked away and swiped at her cheek again.

“You know, it’s entirely up to you.  I’m going to complete the list of things around your house.  I promised him I would.  But whether or not you accept me as a surrogate Dominant?  Only you can decide that.”

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair.  “You miss knee time, I know you do,” he said softly.  “A chance to just let go of all the concerns that weigh you down.”  Jessi turned back to look at him, her expression softer.  “I’m not talking about kinky sex, tying you up and all that.  I’m offering you a chance to clear your mind of everything, let me carry your burdens for a while.”

“Why?  Why would you do that?”  Her voice was strained.

Judd shrugged.  “I’m Dominant.  It’s what I crave, to be needed, to take care of a submissive.”  He laughed lightly.  “I’m a Dominant without a submissive, and you’re a submissive without a Dominant.  For the time being, it works out well.”

He gazed at her steadily, kindness in his brown eyes.  “Just say the word.  Do you want knee time, little one?”

Another tear rolled down her cheek.  And she nodded.  “Yes,” she whispered.  “I want knee time.”

He smiled patiently.  “Yes, what, little one?”

“Yes, Master.”

Judd shook his head.  “I’m not your Master, little one.  Yes, Sir will do.”

Unconsciously, Jessi bowed her head submissively.  “Yes, Sir, may I please have knee time?”

“Yes, you may,” he responded gently.  “There is a big leather chair in your den.  Be kneeling beside the chair in two minutes.  Your eyes will be closed and you will clear your mind.  Do you understand, little one?”

“Yes, Sir.”  Jessi stood and started to walk away, but then turned and looked at him anxiously.  “My clothes, Sir?”

“Your clothes are fine the way they are,” he answered.  “Hurry.  I’ll come to you shortly.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, and she hurried into the house.

There is no timetable for the release of FOR SPARROW.

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Watch This Space–Night Music (Replay Book 5) by Nia Farrell

Still life with ancient Scandinavian sword on a furYes!  Book 5 of Nia Farrell’s Replay series is out today!  If you’re not familiar with the series, Replay is a luxurious BDSM resort where guests’ wildest fantasies can come true.

I have devoured the previous four installments and can’t wait to read Night Music.  Here’s the description:

Dr. Josef Brandt is the Austrian-born staff psychiatrist and a bisexual Dominant at Replay BDSM theme resort where patrons play in the past.  He’s something of a loner, but not by choice.  He’s been waiting to find his perfect complement—or complements, whoever he, she, or they might be.

When Hollywood comes to Replay’s Versailles Room, Sir Josef is cast as the father of young Mozart, portrayed by Aubrey Wolfe, a twenty-four-year-old musical savant.  Luc Vashon is Aubrey’s teacher and serves as an aide to the petite, legally blind pianist.  Recognizing that Luc’s feelings run much deeper, Josef decides to play Cyrano de Bergerac and advance Luc’s suit with Aubrey.

He never expected to fall for them both.

This book is an interracial MMF ménage BDSM erotic romance, written for ages 18+.

One thing I love about Nia Farrell’s books is that characters from other books pop up here and there in other books.  She leaves little Easter eggs for her fans all along the way.

So how about a spicy little excerpt?

Luc poured a glass of wine for Aubrey and opened two beers for the men.  The three drinks turned to six, then eight.  Feeling the effects, Josef knew he’d either need to spend the night in his office or have Geoffrey drive him home.

 

When Luc started to gather the empties, one bottle dropped on the floor and spun wildly at Aubrey’s feet before slowing to a stop.  She reached to pick it up and felt its neck, pointing at Luc.  “If this was a game, you’d have to do something,” she teased.  She’d had enough wine to be mellow but she was not drunk.  “You’d have to…you’d have to kiss Sir Josef!”

Of course she would say that.  She believed that Luc was gay.

“Well?” she said.  “What are you waiting for?  Kiss him!”

Luc looked up from where he knelt but stayed where he was, with his gaze focused on Josef’s mouth and a new, lambent light in his eyes.

“No.”  The Dominant spoke, his voice demanding attention.  “Luc, you will kiss Aubrey.  Make her moan, and I shall reward you, using anything here that is your pleasure.”

Robbed of air, Luc forced himself to inhale deeply, exhale slowly.  Heat sparked in his hazel eyes, the flames of awareness fanned by each breath.  Shifting his full attention to Aubrey, he crawled to her with deliberation and sat on the floor by her feet.

Luc ran two fingers along the inside of her calf, beneath the hem of her skirt, and curled his hand around her knee.  “So fucking sexy,” he murmured.  “I want to kiss you here, behind your knee.  Or here.”  His hand moved higher.  “And mark the inside of your thigh with my teeth.”  His other hand traced the neckline of her dress, then slid up her chest to curl around the slender column of her neck.  “I am going to kiss you, ma belle, but I will let you choose where.”

Her blue topaz gaze drifted to his lips, soft and full for a man’s.  She moaned, even before their mouths met.

Pulling her down to him, he brushed his lips across her wide, expressive mouth, teasing her, coaxing a response.  She put her hands on his chest and clutched at the fabric of his shirt, seeking purchase.  After years of self-denial, restraints were shattered with one tremulous breath.  Lips parted.  Tongues parried, locked in a desperate struggle.  He thrust ten fingers into her hair and gripped her head between his hands to control the kiss, commanding her, demanding her submission.

She moaned again, into Luc’s mouth, the sweetest music to a Dominant’s ear.

“Good boy,” Josef crooned.  “That’s enough.  You have earned a reward.  Tell me, what shall it be?”

Luc pulled back, ending their kiss but keeping his forehead pressed to hers when he revealed his darker passions.  “It’s been a while since my last play session.  The cross,” he said softly.  “And the flogger.”

Josef nodded approvingly.  “The cross and the flogger it shall be, but not tonight.  Replay has stringent rules for the protection of all who come here.  You must be vetted, have medical clearance, and pass a psychological evaluation before we go any further.  Eleanor St. Leger must be the one to give it, if you wish my hand to wield the whip.  Sir Piers can arrange anything else you may need.”

Slipping his cell phone from his jacket, he asked Luc for his number and called it.  When Luc’s phone vibrated, Josef ended the call.  “You have my number.  I’m only a text or call away.  For now, though, I shall bid you good night.  As much as I would enjoy spending it together, with the three of us sharing a bed, it is best if the two of you…talk.”

Aubrey looked at him, so innocent, her blue topaz eyes widening when she understood where this was headed.  He wanted them.  Both of them.  Beautiful Luc, with his milk chocolate skin and luscious French Canadian accent.  Sweet, brilliant Aubrey, who glowed with her own inner light.

Leaving them was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do.

* * *

Luc watched Sir Josef leave, the click of the door punctuating his unexpected departure.  Sighing, he turned back to Aubrey and pressed a brief, fierce kiss against her swollen lips.

He couldn’t wait to feel them on his body.

Patience, he reminded himself.  Things were shifting at warp speed, and Aubrey needed time to catch up.

Still kneeling, he rocked back on his heels.  Aubrey sat in stunned silence, processing what she’d learned.

That he wasn’t gay, he was bisexual.

That he was in the lifestyle.

That he wanted her, and the Dominant Sir Josef wanted them both.

“Talk to me, chérie.  I can see your mind at work.  Tell me what you are thinking.”

“Luc…”  She looked at him—at his shape, he knew, but he felt as if she was looking into his very soul.  “How long?”

“How long have I been in the lifestyle?  Since college.  How long have I wanted you?  Forever,” he admitted.  “But you were too young.  You weren’t ready.  You needed me as a teacher, a mentor, not a lover.  You don’t know how hard it was, watching you grow, bloom, spread your wings and try to fly, then hold your hand when something would send you crashing to the ground.”

Auditions.  Interviews.

Boyfriends.

He regretted that he wouldn’t be her first.  He didn’t know much about her experiences, other than the boyfriends never lasted long once they’d had her.  He could only guess if the breakups were their choice, or hers.

She blinked and shook her head.  “I didn’t know,” she whispered.  “I thought….”

“It doesn’t matter, ma belle.  Here, now.  This is what matters.  We are what matters.  What you want.  What I want.”

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and worried it for a moment.  “What do you want?” she asked at last, her cheeks flushed from the scenarios playing out in her head.

“Tonight, just you.  No kink.  No domination and submission.  Just surrender,” he told her.  “Ma chère, believe me when I say that I will always put your needs before mine.  Trust that I will continue to take care of you, in every possible way.  Give yourself to me, and I will make certain that you never regret it.”

Unfolding his body, he rose to a stand, took her hands, and pulled her up to meet him.  She was such a tiny thing, just two inches shy of five feet.  He’d have to be careful, or he was going to bruise the hell out of that porcelain skin of hers.

He wrapped one arm around her waist, tightening his hold until she was pressed against him.  There was no hiding his arousal.  Letting her feel just how much he wanted her, he lifted her chin, kissed her tenderly, and murmured against her lips.  “I’ve waited years for you to be ready for this.  All you have to do is say yes.  Just.  Say.  Yes….”

“But Sir Josef—”

“Not now.  Not yet.  Maybe…maybe never.  You heard him.  We have to be vetted.  Approved to play before he’ll join us.  And only then with our permission.”

“He wants you,” she whispered, blushing again.  “I could hear it.  Smell it.  And you want him, too.”

“He’s an attractive man,” Luc admitted.  “I know you haven’t seen the actor I’m thinking of, but he’s almost as tall as me.  Thick, wavy hair, and no beard to hide that cleft in his chin.  His eyes are brown and very striking, where he’s a blond.  His clothes are tailored to fit his frame.  He’s trim but muscled, like he plays tennis or racquetball.  Maybe he works out, or runs, like me.  He has a way of looking at you that’s mesmerizing, especially knowing what he is.  What he does.  He’s a unique combination of a doctor and a Dominant, someone who understands the human psyche, who recognizes limits and knows what it takes to push you past them.  If you are going to learn about the lifestyle, you’ll have no better teacher.”

“Except you.”  She kissed him back, softly, hesitantly.  “You’re my teacher.  You should be the one to show me—later.  Not tonight.  Tonight, it’s just the two of us, okay?  I think that’s all I can handle right now.”

“So…that’s a yes?”

She nodded.

Good enough.

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Holy Cow, Don’t Miss This Series!

Having read these three books by the ever sexy Nia Farrell, I’m here to tell you, don’t miss out on the chance to get them all in one set!!!

REPLAY SET 1 – VIKING RAID, TRIPLE PLAY, HONOUR BOUND by Nia Farrell Released December 27, 2016. Buy the set and save! Amazon buy link http://mybook.to/RSet1 Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33655608-replay-set-1 Make Replay your new fantasy vacation destination… VIKING RAID: Gunnar Falk portrays a Viking leader at Replay, a BDSM theme resort where patrons role play […]

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Watch This Space–The Velvet Chair by Christina Mandara

Let me just say that I cannot WAIT to read this book!

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The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called ‘Velvet Lies.’

Blurb

My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.

Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.

I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.

Excerpt – Jennifer

sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchairMy hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.

I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?

Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.

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As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.

I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.

My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.

Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.

Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.

My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.

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aa112.jpgChristina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.

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Happy Valentine’s Day!

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How are you celebrating Valentine’s Day?

I’m hoping to go to a quiet romantic dinner with my Love at one of our favorite local places.  He knows I hate red roses, so I imagine he’ll come up with a nice bouquet of flowers in my favorite colors, maybe peach roses or periwinkle hydrangea or pink peonies.  I still haven’t seen Fifty Shades Darker yet, and my Love has promised to take me.

I don’t know about you, but Valentine’s Day always puts me in the mood for a steamy romance.  LOST & BOUND, my latest novel, is out now.  Just the thing for such a romantic day.

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Back in the island cabin, Shasta made another pot of macaroni and cheese, vowing to be more diligent in finding a healthier dinner the next night.  After she’d cleaned up her mess, she wandered outside.  The sun was just sinking behind the hills to the west, casting an orange glow on the lake.  Across the water, she could see lights on in the cabin farthest from the lodge.  That had to be his.  Blake’s.

She sighed deeply, remembering the way he’d kissed her.  The heat had melted her to her core.  Then she’d said something stupid about being up for more.  She winced and shook her head.  I don’t know why I have to be such a dumbass.

Still, he had kissed her.  That had to mean that he was attracted to her.  Right?  She remembered the electricity she’d felt when he’d reached over her to help with her seat belt.  And when he’d helped her fishing.  Being close to Blake was intoxicating.

Shasta closed her eyes, remembering the feel of his chest beneath her palms as she’d leaned up into his kiss.  She could feel the heat again, that tingle of need at her core.  Casting one last glance at Blake’s cabin, she returned inside and headed straight for the bedroom.

There, she dug into the bottom of her suitcase and removed a pale pink satin pouch.  Self-consciously, she returned to the sitting area and doused the overhead lights.  In the bedroom, the only light was from a battery-operated lantern beside the bed.  Quickly, she stripped off her clothes and slipped into bed.  From the satin pouch, she withdrew a large rabbit-style vibrator made of clear pink vinyl.  She set aside the dildo, for the moment stroking her body lightly with her fingertips.

In her mind, she saw Blake, imagining that it was his hands on her.  As her arousal grew, she concentrated on her breasts, cupping them, pinching her nipples, pulling them erect.  She felt the dampness between her thighs as, in her imagination, Blake moved there, stroking and circling her clit.

Shasta clicked the on-switch and the dildo began to vibrate, slowly at first, but more rapidly with just another couple of clicks.  She positioned the object at her entrance, gasping as the buzzing elevated her arousal.  Moving the dildo into her core, she instead pictured Blake holding himself over her, sliding his rock hard cock into her.

With another click, rows of steel beads began to circle inside the vinyl cock, stimulating her walls, and she felt her moment growing.  “Oh, Blake,” she murmured, eyes closed tightly as she imagined him pushing her toward her pleasure.  She began to pant and gasp as her orgasm overtook her, pussy clenching down on the pink dildo, and her erotic pleasure caused her entire body to shudder in release.

She clicked off the vibrator as her shudders began to subside, and she gently slid the device from her body, placing it on a towel on the nightstand.  I’ll clean it tomorrow, she thought as sleep claimed her.

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It’s the second book in the Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone novels featuring sexy, Dominant men, and the strong, red-haired submissives who find them irresistible.  It is a contemporary erotic romance novel with a light BDSM theme, and features a DD/lg relationship, and is intended for mature audiences.

What is LOST & BOUND all about?

Blake Walker is no stranger to tragedy.  Immediately following a horrific event years earlier, he was lost for a while until he embraced his Dominant nature and found his true calling.  But things change and now he’s back where he started, helping to run his family’s secluded lake lodge.

When pampered Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke gets into trouble with the law, she’s sent to the wilderness of northern Ontario to cool her heels for a few weeks.  There she meets sexy bush pilot Blake, who is tasked with seeing to her needs as the sole guest at the lodge.

Initially, Blake isn’t impressed with the spoiled actress, but he’s happy that her visit allows for his sister Jackie and her kids to go on a much-needed vacation.  Try as he might, he can’t figure out what the hell Shasta Pyke is doing so far out of her element.

Shasta’s attracted to Blake’s obvious good looks, but there’s more to him than that.  He sees through her armor to the vulnerable little girl she hides from the world.  The Daddy Dominant in him craves to shelter her, to make her his own.

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By the time the kitchen timer went off, she’d finally stopped shaking.  Shasta pulled the chain, dislodging the rubber plug and the water began to drain from the tub.  She used the towel to dry herself and quickly slipped into the flannel shirt Blake had left for her.  It was miles too big and deliciously soft as she wrapped it around her bare flesh.  In the bathroom mirror, her eyes were haunted.  She had no idea of the time, and she was tired.  He’d told her to sit on the bed and wait for him.

Carefully, she picked up the oil lamp and carried it into the bedroom.  The full-sized bed was neatly made with a steel-grey duvet.  She’d half-expected a camouflage bedspread for the rugged mountain man.

The thought would have amused her if she hadn’t been so upset.  Blake was angry with her, really angry.  He’d called her Shasta, and that had broken her heart.  She’d thought that they had a special understanding between them, a budding friendship that was possibly romantic.  She loved that he called her Amy.  But she’d ruined that, like she ruined everything, it seemed.

She put the lamp on the bedside table and sank onto the edge of the bed.  Although she felt warm from the bath, her feet were cold, so she folded her legs under her to keep them warm.  She wondered where Blake had gone.

Outside, the storm continued to rage.  It was quieter here than in her cabin, but it made her uneasy nevertheless.  She wanted him back with her.  When he’d picked her up, held her against his chest, she’d felt the safety she’d sought.  She wanted to be in his arms until the storm passed.  It was the safest place she’d ever known.

The outside door opened and closed, and her heart jumped into her throat.  She heard him speak to the dog but she couldn’t make out his words.  Her eyes were glued to the closed bedroom door, and she watched as the knob turned.

Blake’s eyes went straight to her.  “Good.  Just like I asked.  Come with me.”

Shasta followed him into the living room where he stood leaning his right hip on the breakfast bar separating that room from the kitchen.  Not knowing what else to do, she simply stopped and anxiously twisted her hands in front of her.

When he didn’t say anything, she jumped in.  “I’m so sorry.  I didn’t mean to cause trouble, I was just so scared, and I don’t think I really even knew what I was doing, just…the next thing I knew, I was halfway across the lake.  I know it was stupid.  I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad at me.”

Blake sighed deeply, his mouth a hard line.  “What you did was beyond dangerous and irresponsible.  If anything had happened to you, Amy, I don’t know how I would be able to live with myself.”

Pleased that he’d returned to her real name, she took a step closer.  “I know.  And again, I’m so sorry.  Please forgive me.”

He stood straight and crossed his arms.  “I can forgive you.  The trouble is, you need discipline.  You’re out of control, and you need someone to help you rein yourself in.”

Shasta frowned, uncertain of what he meant.

“Tonight, you need to make a decision.  Option one, you can stay here.  Or option two, I’ll take you back to the island.”  At that moment, a deafening thunderclap rattled the cabin’s windows.

She furrowed her brow.  “Why would I want to go back there?”

“Because if you stay here, you go by my rules.  Without exception.”  He arched an eyebrow menacingly.

Chills ran up her arms.  His rules?  She thought of the way he’d taken over, putting her in the tub, his explicit instructions.

“Remember, there’s your other choice.  I grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of jeans from Jackie’s closet.  You can get dressed, and I’ll take you back.  I’ll see about fixing the window in the morning and we can go on our merry way.”

His expression was impassive, as if either option was fine by him.  Shasta fidgeted with the buttons on the flannel shirt.  “I want to stay.”  Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“You should know that if you stay, you will be receiving a spanking.”

Shasta’s eyes bugged out.  “What?”

“You’re out of control,” he repeated gently.  “You need discipline to help you remember that your safety always comes first.”

She turned from him, crossing to the window where she looked out over the lake.  A bolt of lightning illuminated the lake, revealing whitecaps as large as they’d been when she’d been out there, and the thunder crashed immediately afterward.

She knew the window over her bed was shattered, the wind and rain would be howling through the cabin.  There was no telling when the storm would let up.  Blake offered to take her back there, which would mean he’d have to risk himself, to the island and back.  No, that wouldn’t do.

Turning back to him, she answered softly.  “I’ll stay.”  She met his eyes briefly before moving her gaze to the floor.

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