Celebrate Earth Day with Fresh Erotica from Patient Lee

Milkweed & Gossamer: A New Adult First Time Tale for Earth Day

Available exclusively on Amazon and Kindle Unlimited

For each copy purchased on Earth Day, Patient Lee will plant an extra milkweed plant in her effort to help the monarchs. This article from 2014 (when I wrote the original story) gives a good overview of the monarch problem: https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/wonk/wp/2014/01/29/the-monarch-butterfly-population-just-hit-a-record-low-heres-why/?utm_term=.8b3c6e59c01e

Depletion of milkweed is only one of the factors contributing to the decline in the monarch population, but it is the one factor individual people can do something about. If we plant milkweed in our gardens, we can replace some of the plants lost to farming.

So if just the thought of a new Patient Lee book doesn’t excited you, how about the idea of doing something to help the earth on Earth Day?  I know I’m in.  Here’s what the book is all about.

Jaime just turned eighteen, and she’s so passionate about saving the monarch butterflies, people call her Milkweed. Josh Gossamer is four years older than Milkweed, but they fall for each other while delivering milkweed plants and working in the butterfly house. Milkweed’s family does everything possible to keep them apart, fearing that Josh will talk her into giving up her virginity and then leave her forever at the end of the summer.

But there’s something her family doesn’t know about her brother, Scott, and he’ll do anything to protect his secret, even lie about Milkweed.

The monarch butterfly population in the United States is in trouble. People can help by planting milkweed to give the butterflies a place to lay their eggs and the caterpillars the food they need to survive. This Earth Day story will teach readers about the plight of the butterflies in a sweet, sexy erotic romance.

Will the first time be the last time, or will Milkweed and Gossamer find a way to be together when he leaves for grad school? Find out on Earth Day.

Not appropriate for readers under 18.

Reviews are already pouring in.

“This story […] managed to be sweet while also showing just the smallest bit of teeth, like a quick, teasing kiss, sandwiched in the middle of a grinding day. The characters were likeable, almost adorable, and your dialogue was exceptional. Unpredictability is a trait I admire as well, and your tale provided that. It was a pleasure to read and left me with a warm, fed but still hungry feeling—satisfied but never sated. Sexy and succulent.”

–Author D.E. Vice

Here’s a little teaser…

During the second week, Carlos and Josh strung the white lights over the party pavilion in preparation for the outdoor party season.

“Yeah, this place is, like, number one for parties for little girls now. They all wear their fairy wings and come party with the butterflies,” Carlos said. “It’s more popular than the bowling alley and the roller-skating rink.”

“What are the lights for? They have these kids’ parties at night?” Josh asked.

“No. It’s a whole different crowd at night. The butterfly house closes at four, but they’ve turned it into a place for all kinds of parties—wine tastings, pig roasts, weddings. You’ll see.”

Josh was climbing the step ladder when the blonde who had given him the hard-on the other day walked into the pavilion. He stumbled a bit when he realized it was the same girl. “Who is that?” He asked in a low tone.

“Hey, Milkweed,” Carlos called. “Come over here. Josh wants to meet you.”

“No! Hey! You didn’t have to call her over,” Josh stage-whispered as she approached.

“Josh, I guess you don’t remember Scott’s little sister, Jaime,” Carlos said. “Jaime, this is Josh. He used to work here when you were still in a training bra.”

“Thanks, Carlos,” she said dryly. “Thanks for pointing that out.”

“Jaime. Holy shit,” Josh said. “You grew up.”

“Yeah. I did,” she said. Josh could tell by the look on her face that she thought he was a few sandwiches short of a picnic.

“I’m sorry. I just . . . Wow,” he said.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said. “Sorry, guys. I gotta go shop for a dress for my party next week.”

She turned and left, once again causing Josh’s cock to stiffen a bit as he watched her ass moving away from him.

“You heard the boss,” Carlos said. “She’s off-limits.”

“Yeah,” Josh said, shaking his head. “Off-limits.” He reached for the lights and then stopped. “Why did you call her Milkweed?”

“Everybody calls her that,” Carlos said. “She’s obsessed with saving the monarchs.”

“Saving the monarchs . . . you mean the butterflies? Aren’t there, like, tons of them?”

“Not as many as there used to be, I guess. That whole greenhouse in the back is milkweed she planted to give away.”

“Why would anyone want to plant weeds?” Josh said.

“The monarchs need the milkweed. It’s her graduation project. Just watch yourself. If she gets an opportunity, you’ll get the whole lecture,” Carlos said. “Twice if you’re alone.”

“I’m not sure she’d want to be alone with me. I didn’t make a very good first impression.”

“Well, it’s probably better that way. Mr. Yaple would fire your ass if he found the two of you alone and your pants were sticking out like that.” He gestured toward Josh’s fly. “And Scott would kick your ass after Mr. Y fired it.”

“Scott is hyper-protective of her.” Josh shook his head. “I don’t get it. Did something happen before?”

“Personally, I think he can’t get a date, so he doesn’t want his little sister dating.”

“He always had girlfriends in high school.”

“Yeah. He was actually engaged for a couple months, too. I think the girl got sick of his ‘waiting until marriage’ philosophy, though.” Carlos grinned. Josh couldn’t tell whether or not he was kidding. “Now c’mon. Back on the fuckin’ ladder. We gotta finish this.”

Author Bio:

Patient Lee writes erotic realism—stories about everyday people, infused with the erotic. She works full-time and has a husband and three children. She writes when she can, sometimes balancing the laptop on her knees and the cat on her arm. She enjoys her seasonal camp site in the summer, spending many hours at a folding table under a canopy, writing and sipping Chardonnay or a super-hoppy IPA.

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Cover Reveal! DESTINY by Holly J. Gill

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Destiny by Holly J Gill

The anticipated cover reveal from Holly J Gill is finally here.  Check out the exciting blurb!

Are you ready for Mr. Wright?

She is his addiction—his misfit.

She has got under his skin, opened his heart and forced herself in.

Luke Wright sits under his father running a multinational company ‘Wrights Enterprisers’. Much to his frustration, he is called to sort out a department, forcing him to miss a trip to New York. However, when he walks in, he sees a young woman and becomes powerless, losing his morals, and begins breaking his own rules.

Can she be his Destiny?

Why can’t she stop fantasizing about him?

Destiny Love is young and wants for nothing and is determined to make it in London. Things aren’t quite going to plan, though, and to top it off there’s a new bossman, meaning new rules. Will Mr. Wright give her a chance to prove herself?

Drumroll, please…

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A wife and a mum to three grown up children and recently became a nana to twins and lives in the UK. Holly J. Gill is an author of contemporary romance, exploring many new channels, paranormal, action, sweet, erotic, wherever her imagination takes her. Holly has been writing since being a young girl, having characters talking to her constantly, and longing to get their stories written. Finally, her dream came true over two years ago, when getting her first contract with Secret Cravings Publishing for her erotic Desires series unfortunately they closed their doors, leaving Holly to go Indie. In Holly’s spare time she loves spending quality time with her family, camping with hubby, seeing friends, listening to music, watching movies and travelling around England visiting the beautiful countryside.

Writing is where Holly’s heart is…

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Watch This Space–She Marches Through Fire by A.M. Manay

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Color me excited!  She Marches Through Fire, the third and final novel of A.M. Manay’s November Snow trilogy, is just about to be released.  I’ve already read an advance copy, and it’s mind-blowing.  Here’s what it’s all about:

Psychic vampire November Snow must battle grief, injury, and her own family as she fights evil on all sides. She seeks a cure for the poison sapping her strength and a fairy weapon as powerful as it is dangerous to wield. When it is time to save the innocent and gain justice for her maker, will she find the strength to march through the fire?

As we count down the final days to the March 28th release of She Marches Through Fire, I wanted to share an excerpt with you.  As you can imagine, November gets into some pretty sticky situations in Book 3.  If you want to find out how this one turns out, you’d better get that pre-order in.  Happy reading!

November attempted to join the fight, but it was like swimming in syrup.  A burly, bearded vampire had his arm around her waist and a knife at her throat before she could even get the stake out of her boot.

“Drop it unless you want to lose the girl,” a gravelly voice warned Raina.  “Nobody else needs to die here.”

November shot Raina an apologetic look.  “Sorry.  I was too slow.”

“Not your fault, chère,” Raina absolved her.  “It’s the wound and the morphine.”  She placed her weapon carefully on the bedspread.  “What do you want?”

“Luka and whatever it is he’s here to get,” he replied.  He turned to his blond companion, a twitchy beanpole with a crew cut who put November in mind of a teenaged delinquent.  “Tucker, text Casey.  Tell him we’ve got them, but we lost Marcia.”

Tucker laid down his crossbow and pulled out a phone.

“You have made a grave error in judgment,” Raina warned them.

“Whatever, lady,” Tucker snorted.

“How long have you been a vampire, son?  Five minutes?” Raina retorted.  “That your maker, there?”  Tucker’s nervous glance at his leader answered both her questions.  “What kind of a maker takes his newborn to go after the most powerful creatures on the continent?  How many do you think he’s gone through before you?  How long did Marcia last?”

“Ignore her, Tuck.”

Tuck nodded anxiously and worried at his lip as he completed his text and awaited a reply.  “Frank, Casey says that if we don’t hear from him in 10 minutes, we should kill them.”

“Good luck with that,” Raina said, rolling her eyes.

Tucker picked up his crossbow and pointed it at Raina.  “I’m pretty sure I’ll manage,” he retorted.

“Don’t know why you’d want to,” November piped up.  “Frank, here, will probably just kill you after.  That’s what he usually does after a big score.  Gets rid of the babies, keeps their shares of the money.  Make new ones before the next major job.  Lather, rinse, repeat.”  As she spoke, she slowly slid her hand into the pocket of her hoodie.  “Isn’t that right, Frankie?”

“Shut up,” Frank growled.  He pressed the flat of his blade against November’s neck.  The silver burned her skin, but she didn’t even flinch.  “She’s just making up stories,” he told Tucker.

“Probably why he sent Marcia in first.  Cannon fodder,” Raina nodded, putting on a sad face.  “Shame.  You know who that is, there, right?  That’s November Snow.  The Oracle.  She’s never wrong.  Never.”

“The one Luka took?  The one from D.C.?” Tucker asked, voice cracking.  His head swiveled back and forth, bouncing from Frank to Raina and back again.

“Don’t listen to them,” Frank ordered.  “Don’t worry about what they’re saying.  I order you as your maker.”

Tucker’s face went blank, his eyes cloudy.  After a moment, he shook it off, and his brow furrowed once again.

“See.  He’s had so many progeny that he can’t even compel you.  You make too many, you see, it dilutes your blood magic.  You shook that command off so easily.  Got to have been an awful lot of them, wouldn’t you say, Raina?” November asked.

“Oh, dozens.  At least,” Raina agreed.  “Maybe a hundred.”

Tucker’s crossbow now pointed toward Frank rather than Raina.  He took a step toward his maker.  “What are they talking about?” he demanded.

“Keep it together, Tucker.  We won’t have to work for years if you just hold it together,” Frank urged.  He pulled his knife away from November and pointed it at his offspring, but he kept a tight grip on his captive, careful to keep her body between himself and Raina.

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Watch This Space–Highland Pursuits by Emmanuelle de Maupassant

highland-pursuits-a-scottish-romance-by-emmanuelle-de-maupassantEmmanuelle de Maupassant is thrilled to announce the launch of her saucy 1920s romance romp: ‘Highland Pursuits’.

In celebration, Emmanuelle is not only offering three signed paperback copies, via Goodreads here, but has her entire catalogue on sale for 99c/99p from March 1st-8th: Baby Love, Scarlet, Cautionary Tales and Gentlemen’s Club (as recommended by Stylist Magazine)


1920s debutante Lady Ophelia Finchingfield is banished to wildest Scotland to come to her senses, having refused a proposal from the Earl of Woldershire. In the care of her eccentric grandmother, Ophelia is soon caught between rugged widower Hamish and the villainous Comte de Montefiore.

 She’s ready to play with fire, but will she burn more than her fingers?

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I was fortunate enough to snag an ARC of Highland Pursuits, and trust me, you’re going to LOVE it.  Here’s my Amazon Review:

I loved this book!  But then, I’ve been a huge fan of Emmanuelle de Maupassant since I read The Gentlemen’s Club, which I also highly recommend.  In Highland Pursuits, young Ophelia is sent to visit her grandmother in Scotland as a punishment for declining the proposal of a proper, if boring, suitor.  But her grandmother’s progressive attitudes about life, love, and the role of women in society serve to fuel the fire Ophelia feels.  She’ll not be content to merely be some man’s property.

At their first meeting, she’s not impressed with the brooding but handsome Hamish, nor he with her.  It’s funny how love grows that way sometimes.  But complications abound, and the sexual tension between Ophelia and Hamish is palpable—you just ache for the pair to get together.

I actually read a shorter version of this story as part of an anthology.  De Maupassant has reworked the piece and added a few more nicely spicy scenes.  All in all, just another reason to love Emmanuelle de Maupassant.  5 BIG STARS!!

Listen to what other readers are saying…

 I can’t tell you how much I love this book. It was a true delight to read. The author has captured 1920s Britain wonderfully, and her detail is exquisite. – Rachel De Vine

As a comedy of manners, this is exceptionally well done. – Fionna Guillaume

Highland Pursuits is a wry, clever, incredibly sexy romp… a completely engrossing, utterly enjoyable read. I can’t recommend it highly enough…fabulously fun – Malin James

The scene was set beautifully… I felt like I went back in time to high society Scotland – Christine of Sweet and Spicy Reads

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Emmanuelle sends enormous thanks to her editor, Adrea Kore, for her help in bringing ‘Highland Pursuits’ into the world. She says: ‘Adrea is an incredibly talented writer, and a wonderful friend. Her editing skills helped bring the words alive. She is a marvel and I’m so glad that one day, forever ago, we found each other.’ 

‘Highland Pursuits’ draws inspiration from a short story of the same title Emmanuelle wrote originally for the charity fundraising anthology Because Beards: all proceeds have been given to the Movember Foundation.

This longer, novella, length offers more scope to explore the wonderful characters’ eye-popping shenanigans. Hamish and Ophelia were in Emmanuelle’s dreams for many weeks, as she wrote this story.

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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.

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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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Watch This Space–Kiss Me, Keep Me by Siren Allen

Strong Athletic Man Fitness Model Torso Showing Big MusclesSteamy sci-fi romance author Siren Allen has a new book out called Kiss Me, Keep Me, and it looks AMAZING!  The tagline is Men go hard.  Machines go harder.  And I’m all, Really?  Do tell!

What’s it all about?  Here’s the description.

Mechanical men may not have real hearts, but they also can’t break yours. The only thing you have to worry about them breaking is your headboard. But who needs a headboard anyway?
-Hudson Innovations – Making your life better, one machine at a time.

She’s not looking for love. She’s looking for lust.
The headboard breaking kind of lust.
Gemini Prescott has been burned by love too many times. There’s no way she’s going back down that road again. When she learns of mechanical men, she believes she’s found the perfect antidote to her problems. Mechanical men can’t break your heart. Mechanical men can’t cheat on you with your best friend. A mechanical man is exactly what she needs.

But something seems to be wrong with her personal robot. He doesn’t follow orders like he’s supposed to. Instead, he has demands of his own. Demands that leave her begging for more. She would return him to the manufacturer, but there’s this thing he does with his tongue that makes him a keeper.

He’s not looking for love or lust.

He’s looking for a way off this planet.

Zain only has one goal: to return to his home-world. Though most of his brethren are enjoying their new life on Earth, Zain has no desire to follow their lead. He doesn’t want to be a pleasure-robot, a slave to whoever purchases him. He plans to leave Earth behind and he’ll destroy anyone who stands in his way.

Then he meets Gemini.
And everything changes.

Do you just love the premise?  How about a naughty little teaser?

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Gem eased her toy into the water, bringing it closer to her body. Once the vibrating toy reached her clit, she trembled. This was something her cyborg should be doing to her. He should be there with her, making her shiver.

Yet, here she was, doing it to herself, like always. She closed her eyes and thought about him. Using her imagination, she pictured him naked. He probably had a six-pack of hard abs.

She wished she could lick those abs while she moved lower, trailing her tongue down his skin. His cock was probably long and hard. She would slide her tongue over the tip a few times before allowing him to push into her mouth.

Gem moaned as she pictured her tongue sliding over the head of his cock. His skin would feel warm, like a real man. But, he wouldn’t come quickly like most men did. He was programmed to last long. That was what the brochure said.

She could suck on him until her jaws got tired if she wanted to. Then they would switch positions and he would put his mouth on her. Her desire rose. Gem turned her toy up to its highest level.

She licked her lips as her hips jerked. She needed an orgasm so badly. It wasn’t going to take her long to wring one from herself. She bit into her lower lip as she pushed the dildo in and out of her, imagining it was Mr. Brown Eyes doing it to her.

“What are you doing?”

She wanted him so bad, she was starting to hear his voice.

“Gemini, are you… pleasuring yourself?”

Hell yeah… wait. She opened her eyes and stared up into the glare of her mechanical man. Shit. She pulled the dildo out of her body and sat it on the side of the tub. Moving faster than lightening, he grabbed it and brought it closer to his face.

“Hey, put that down.” She stretched her arm out, reaching for it.

He glared at her before returning his gaze to the toy. She sank lower into the water to shield herself from his view. Not because she was shy about her body. But because she was embarrassed at being caught touching herself.

She hadn’t even heard him come in. He turned the toy from left to right, as if he’d never seen one. Duh. He wasn’t human. He probably had no idea what he was holding. She grew even more embarrassed when he stared down at his boxers.

His boxers. Her eyes travelled over his form. All he was clad in was a pair of white boxers. White boxers that were tented in the front. He was hard. OMG. Her eyes widened as he lifted the waistband of his boxers and peered inside then back up at the dildo.

He released the band and the material snapped shut. It was impossible for her to blush more than she already was. If he hadn’t known what the toy was before, he did now. His angry words proved that.

“Why were you using this?” he glared at her.

What to say? Because you weren’t here. Because I thought you wasn’t coming back. Because I’m horny as hell and you didn’t seem like you wanted to help out with that.

“Gemini?”

Even though he sounded displeased, she was still mesmerized by the sound of him saying her name. His voice was so deep, so dark. She could already imagine the guttural sounds he would make when he was coming.

“Gemini, answer me.”

She cleared her throat. “What was the question again?”

“Why were you using this?”

“Because, well, see… shit. I was horny. There, I said it. Happy now?”

“Happy? No, I’m not happy.” He moved closer to the tub. “I was gone briefly and I returned to find you pleasuring yourself with an inanimate object.”

“Don’t growl at me like that. And you were not gone briefly. You were gone almost twenty minutes.”

“I had… something came up with one of my brethren. But that’s not the point. How did you go from wanting to talk, to being aroused?”

“Seriously? You’re the pleasure robot. You should know how all of this works.”

He frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh my gosh.” Gemini rolled her eyes. “You’re supposed to be pleasuring me. That’s your job. Since you don’t seem to want to do your job, I’ve decided to take care of it myself.”

He stared at the dildo again. “And you were doing it with this puny thing?”

“Hey, that is Mr. Magic 3000. He isn’t puny.”

“My appendage is larger than this,” he stared at her.

Oh really? Gem swallowed. “You’re bigger than that?” She nodded toward the toy.

“Much.”

“Prove it.”

He frowned. “You don’t believe me?”

“I want to see for myself.” Oh my, he’s standing up.

He pulled his boxers down and what sprang forth was definitely bigger than Mr. Magic 3000. He was more like Mr. Magic 6000. He pulled his boxers back up and knelt down next to the tub again.

“I told you.”

Gem nodded. “Uh, yeah, you did.”

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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.

Excerpt – Mark

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.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

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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.

Here’s a naughty little tease…

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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LOST & BOUND–Launch Day!

coverLOST & BOUND is out today!

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.

Is there any way Shasta will agree to submit to Blake’s Dominance?

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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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Behind the Book–Post 3: Romance As A Place

lost-boundMy new book, LOST & BOUND, Book 2 of the Dream Dominant Collection, will be released January 31.  In the meantime, I’ve been posting a series called Behind the Book to give you a little insight into the story, and the real-life setting behind it.

In this third installment of LOST & BOUND: Behind the Book, I wanted to take you to a location that is nearly as integral to the story as the guest lodge itself.  From her solitary island cabin, Shasta is curious about the rocky promontory across the lake, on the mainland shore to the north.

Blake tells her that it’s called Winchester Point, and that it’s a nice place to go exploring.  Turns out, there’s more to it than that:  it’s also the home of his own private sanctuary in the trees, and it’s where his play cabin is located.

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Winchester Point is the real name of the real place.  It’s rocky point on the mainland across Rawhide Lake to the north of my family’s remote island cabin in northern Ontario.  A short skiff-ride away from the island, it’s a great place to hike around a bit and go exploring.

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There is a stone fire ring that someone built once, and while we never made a fire there, it’s clear that it’s been well-used.

I love to follow the narrow trail away from the water and up the ridge to the top, where you can get a birds-eye view of the lake to the west.

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It’s much higher than you can tell from photographs.  In places, the path is so steep, it’s more of a scramble than a stroll.

There is also an abundance of blueberries in the right season, and we’ve picked many to be used in muffins and pancakes.

In the story, Shasta comes upon the ruins of an old trapper’s cabin.  I can remember seeing the place when I was a kid, but it’s been completely gone for years.

Obviously, I invented Blake’s play cabin, further up the trail.  But it seemed like the perfect place for a rugged Dominant mountain man to take his submissive when he wanted to play extensive scenes.

I hope you enjoy this little peek behind the scenes.  It’s been my pleasure to share this place that is so special to me.

LOST & BOUND is out January 31.  It’s available now for pre-order.

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