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.

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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–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.

She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

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Watch This Space–The Arrangement by Jenna Fox

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Book Title: The Arrangement (Pleasing the Manwhore, #1)
Author: Jenna Fox
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: January 12, 2017
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This is Book 1 of 2 in the “Pleasing the Manwhore” duology.

**NOTE TO READERS: For audiences who enjoy the Fifty Shades/alpha billionaire fantasy. This is a M/f romance contains an age difference—a younger woman involved with a much OLDER, JEALOUS and CONTROLLING man. If you find elements of stalking, spankings, and submission/domination themes unappealing, then you will need to move on.

I wasn’t supposed to need him…

But I did.

I wasn’t supposed to crave the smell of his skin and require the very air he breathed…

But somehow I found I couldn’t breathe without him.

I was only supposed to provide physical pleasure and shove my emotions to the side, not allowing love a place into the equation.

He wasn’t supposed to own me. Heart, mind, body and soul. My God, I was such a fool to think I could go along with this arrangement and not involve my heart.

Synopsis:

Taffi Watkins only wanted to escape an abusive home when she fled a small Texas town. She had dreams of starting a new life. A better life.

Those big city lights seemed to shine so brightly when she stepped off that bus, but soon she discovered the pursuing of her dream had also been the worst mistake of her life.

And then came Sullivan Cooper.

In the blink of an eye he made all of her troubles disappear. He accepted her and brought her into his world of fast cars and fancy clothes. Immersed in Mr. Cooper’s universe of unbridled passion, Taffeta forgot he was twenty-five years older than her as he introduced her to his brand of pleasure and pain.

Taffi only thought she knew pain, until Sullivan Cooper taught her better.

excerpt

I sat in the music room, thinking of her and staring at the black piano glittering under the light of the chandelier. The depleted bottle of cognac resting beside my foot was a casualty of the war I’d fought to lose myself in an alcohol haze. From the sound system, a sonata seemed to mourn with me until the emptiness raged like a caged lion, testing the bars of my prison.

My God, she said she loved me…

And I could say nothing as the pain in her eyes tore me to pieces.

Dammit, the cognac wasn’t doing its job. It wasn’t pushing away the ache. The void I’d felt when her taxi drove away only seemed worse. Then her words ate at my heart like hot acid.

I…I’m in love with you.

I’d rejected her feelings. I knew Taffi wasn’t completely happy here, but I didn’t think she’d leave. Why didn’t I realize the money and the car wouldn’t be enough to make her stay? She wasn’t like the others. Privileged and self-centered. I’d known charmers, women who could intimidate the hell out of the President, but none of them had known pain or trepidation. Taffi’s life had been filled with rejection and fear, yet somehow she’d reached inside and connected with my fears.

This whole situation had blindsided me. I was unprepared, terrified to hear she’d fallen in love with me. After Alexandria, I swore I’d never get close to another woman, but the young thing who’d just walked out the door hours before had a power over me. She’d made me feel more alive than I had in years. And now that she was gone, the need for the spark she’d put back into my life burned hotter. She’d melted away the ice that had become a part of my DNA, and dammit to hell, she’d made me care.

I tried to divert my thoughts from her, but the loneliness kept pummeling me. Without the ice around my heart, the pain sliced right through my chest, piercing my soul. I needed to feel her warmth, her soft skin beneath my hands. Hear her tiny moans as she came. Kiss her so hard it hurt…

But she wasn’t coming back.

It was late, but I couldn’t turn in and get a good night’s rest. I was desperate to feel something good, something sexual. I went to the liquor cabinet, reflecting on what to do when I thought of one willing party who would take off the edge. The young college aged woman from the club had left the option open to call on her if I was looking for an adventure. She was an introvert who loved living out her fantasies in private. I’d been with her before; she understood my rules and her social status as a senator’s daughter demanded rigid confidentiality.

When I called her, she was agreeable, even excited, and, when she arrived at my door I was graced with a big smile. For a moment my heart ceased to beat. The smile was the look of wholesome innocence. The green tint in her eyes was familiar, and her hair was the right shade of blonde.

She reminded me of Taffi.

I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

Then hold and kiss her…

Because I needed and wanted. A substitute was better than nothing.

I’d told her what to wear and she’d come the way I requested. A white button-up shirt and black pencil skirt. Holding a basket with a bottle of wine and two glasses, she winked. “I remembered your favorite.”

I ushered her into the music room and filled our glasses. We sat for a spell, and when our short conversation drifted into an agreeable silence, I held out my hand prompting her to stand.

The last time I was with her, another party was involved, but she remembered how I liked to do things. Smirking, she strutted around the piano, her high heels clicking against the marble floor. Cocking a hip, she leaned against the instrument, raising her skirt to reveal a tempting amount of thigh. “I’ll do anything you want, Mr. Cooper.”

What I wanted had returned to Arlenbach, and if this young lady knew she was only a substitute, she wouldn’t have cared. We were consenting adults. She was benefitting from this encounter as much as me—acting out her fantasies. And I was looking for a determent from the misery that had become me.

The slight bend to her lips broadened into a smile as I moved toward her. I reached around her head, grabbing a handful of hair. Holding my lips just inches from hers, she moaned, “Kiss me.”

Fulfilling her request, I went to press my lips to hers, but the green glint I caught in her eyes again caused me to come to a breathless stop.

Taffi.

At that moment, my need grew into something stronger than I could control or wanted to control. Continuing the seduction, I pressed her harder against the piano, her lips burning on mine. Her encouragement to deepen the kiss elicited the image of Taffi and I together in my bed. I held the fantasy in my mind until my whole body burned. My cock lengthened, hardening as I reached around her back, pulling her into me. The face of the woman I truly wanted held strong in my mind as my hands slid beneath the hem of the substitute’s skirt.

Having followed my instructions of wearing a garter without panties, she opened her legs granting me access. Taffi, I thought, visualizing that beautiful face again, imagining her slim arms around me as I darted my tongue in the substitute’s mouth, tasting the wine. Tasting the bitterness of regret.

I’d sent her running.

She wasn’t coming back.

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Jenna Fox is a multi-published, bestselling author residing in Eastern Tennessee. She enjoys reading and jotting down poetry in her spare time. Besides juggling a busy family life, Fox reviews and critiques for other authors and crafts her own dark erotic tales. Stories always feature a dominating alpha male with unexpected twists to shock the reader. She believes in HFN and HEA endings, although not always in a romantic or conventional way.

Her work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Fox is a listener of 80’s rock music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.

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Watch This Space–Jolie Mason’s Cry Havoc

Image result for jolie mason cry havocI’m so excited, and if you love sci-fi with plenty of action, heart, and romance, you’ll be excited, too.

Jolie Mason has a brand new release called Cry Havoc.  And one reason I’m thrilled is that she’s brought back the Lancers, who I thought we’d seen the last of after the finale of the Redemption series.  I was never happier to be wrong.

So what is Cry Havoc about?  Here’s the blurb:

Aiden Simeon hasn’t had a normal life. That’s how he became a tech with a mercenary group on Havoc Station, one of the roughest places in the galaxy. He’s inherited the responsibility of three other kids, while he’s still just a kid himself. The Lancers are the only ticket out of the system, and he intends they’ll be on that transport when they go.

Provided, of course, he can solve the problem of a cyber attack on the station, survive the war with a new and overwhelming enemy, and learn how to fit in an evolving world where nothing can stay the same.

I’ve already started reading it.  Be assured, when I finish it, I’ll publish a full review, but I’ve got to tell you, I’m so loving this book!

How about a sneak peek?

Station’s klaxon sounded all through the security room. “What was that?” Luca asked him tensely.

He accessed the station’s interface. The holo image that was Havoc stood before him dressed in simple white and looking visibly upset, which was damned unnerving.

“Aiden Simeon. There is no way to stop them,” the AI stated.

“Stop who?”

“There is a private security detail from the Halcyon in dock at CT335. They are firing into the crowd on the concourse.”

He stared at the interface’s all too human reaction. “Shut it down. Override.”

“I cannot, Aiden Simeon. They are not responding to outside protocols.”

Luca pulled a sidearm. “They’ll respond to pulse fire.”

He nodded. “That’s the only option. Havoc, alert the 47th. Don’t send your own drones. Leave them inactive. The last thing we need is a war on the concourse.”

He and Luca headed for the open area of the concourse where they could hear the commotion of energy weapons discharging and people running and screaming. Aiden and Luca hugged the walls until they could see the unit of security droids ahead firing on anyone human. He heard Luca’s quickly drawn breath.

“Oh, my gods. Those are security droids? They look like mechs.”

They were big, no question there. Aiden looked around and tapped Luca on the shoulder. There was a security station to their right. “How’s that clearance? Still higher than mine?”

She followed his gaze and nodded.

“Let’s go shopping first then. What do you say?”

He smiled for the first time in what felt like forever as they stayed low and tried to stay invisible among the mass of running lifeforms trapped in the concourse. Making their way quickly through the security office, Luca headed straight for the armory vault, entered a code, and pulled the long cabinet out with a clang.

Aiden didn’t wait even a second. He grabbed one of the more powerful rifles in the back and checked the charge. He threw the strap over his shoulder, grabbing for two extra charge packs and stuffing them in his vest pockets. He grabbed two stunners, handing one to Luca.

She stared at it dubiously, until he said, “Aim it at their control panel, lower left side.”

She nodded and stuck the stunner in the back of her pants. “Okay, got what you want?”

At his nod, she slammed the cabinet shut and they headed back out into the fray. They stayed low taking in the mess that was the concourse.

The droids had already killed dozens, crashed a transport in the hub, and destroyed two restaurants and a storefront. Shards and twisted metal littered the floor. They each took cover behind a hulking drone maintenance station.

Two of the machines occupied the now empty space before them, shining in the glinting station lights and alert for any movement.

They stood taller than any security drones he’d ever seen before. The most disturbing part of the pair was that they appeared to be communicating, at one in purpose, and working together. Mech networking was supposed to be for sharing battle data and enemy position, not for making behavioral decisions.

Aiden peeked out again to see one droid appear to relay an order to the other with a hand gesture. He waved to catch Luca’s eye.

Then, Aiden gestured to the other side of the concourse where there was limited cover. He let Luca know he was heading for that small area of cover, to try and get into a flanking position. She shook her head vigorously.

He had to admit, it was a long way. Holding his rifle in both hands, he gestured the gun toward the two droids, telling her without words that it was her job to fire on the mechs and let him get there. She rolled her eyes at him.

Aiden felt his heart pounding as he pointed the rifle up and took a deep breath. He nodded one time before running from the cover of the bulky metal structure, hearing Luca’s flurry of fire behind him. He slid into cover feeling a sting run up his left leg. He didn’t acknowledge the pain, but instead lifted the rifle to fire on the two machines. He’d chosen this rifle for a reason.

The package concealed a kick.

It had a snub nosed design that deceived. It looked like a much weaker weapon, but anyone who knew weapons knew this one would cut through four feet of bulkhead. He fired taking the closest droids head off, while the other one mistakenly focused on Luca who wasn’t holding the gun that was the greatest threat. Aiden hit the charge again, checking to see how many more shots before reload.

He was a good shot. The rifle could fire on this pack twice more. It would be enough. He lifted it carefully, blocking out the sight of Luca doing her best to keep out of the metal beast’s line of fire. He breathed in deeply then pulled the trigger. A moment after, the massive droid collapsed as his right leg was blown from beneath him. He crumpled to the deck, a useless hulk of metal.

Luca emerged from her hiding place to stand over the fallen giant and fire her pulse into its hardly human-like face. It stopped moving entirely. Aiden moved out of cover to stare at the thing, lying on its side. For a mech, it was very fluid in design, but clearly machine, not meant to mimic a human at all.

“There are more somewhere,” Luca said breathing heavily.

Aiden nodded. “I’ve been patched in. The MI teams are moving on them now. There are two more. The Halcyon is reporting heavy casualties. There are more on board that are attempting to take over the ship’s internal systems. Once the station’s secure, the Lancers are planning to retake the Halcyon.”

“They have to.” Luca touched her comm. “Two Zero Comm, this is the XO. Train weapons on the Halcyon. If she undocks, pursue and destroy. And, please, try not to blow up the station in the process.”

She smiled at whatever was said on the encrypted comm. “I appreciate it, old man.”

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Heart-pounding sci-fi action, characters you love, romance…  What more could you ask for?  How about the link to buy Cry Havoc?  Done!  http://amzn.to/2jdKn9d

Now meet the intrepid Jolie Mason:

Image result for jolie masonJolie Mason lives, works and plays on the mighty Mississippi in the infamous New Madrid, Missouri. Coming home again has allowed her time to write and chase the dream she’s always harbored in her heart, making people smile with future fairytales.

Jolie has been a fangirl to almost every scifi franchise out in her lifetime, and follows every possible scifi romance author out there. Nothing has ever captured her attention like scifi, and she’s put all that day dreaming to good use.

She began publishing Home in the Stars in 2015, and has since added a novella series called the 47th Lancers to that number. Jolie is currently working on two brand new scifi romance series, including the Brother Assassins.

Jolie Mason can be found here:

Web site: https://joliemasonblog.wordpress.com/
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Jolie-Mason/e/B00ZBCUB0Q/
Twitter: @Rwjoliemason
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/scifichickjmason/
Goodreads Author Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14054623.Jolie_Mason

Watch This Space–Becky Robbins & Lorraine Carey

campcougar_1_withflowers-1In this edition of Watch This Space, meet Becky Robbins and Lorraine Carey, authors of the new racy adult adventure, Camp Cougar.

Wondering what it’s all about?  Here’s the blurb:

Not since The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas has a story been able to capture the humorous side of scandalous tawdry sex in a southern theme. Our main character and brazen hussy, Leona Patrone is today’s version of Blanche Devereaux from the Golden Girls. Camp Cougar will whet the appetite for those looking for something steamy, provocative and humorous.

Camp Cougar has opened to rave reviews.  Check out a sampling:

Camp Cougar entertains and empowers all the delicious sensations we love to feel, share and experience. ~ Oscar Crawford

This book is funny! I laughed so hard so many times while reading it. ~ Amazon Customer

Hot, steamy and sensual throughout ~ Peter Martin

Head and shoulders above the competition in its genre ~ Alex Treadwell

This book has the right amount of saucy and sexy attitude drizzled with plenty of laughs. I only wish I could rate it even higher. ~ Tracey

These ladies have a great sense of humor and love to entertain. ~ Bev

Ready for a spicy excerpt?  We aim to please.

From Chapter 2 (Leona tries to convince Falynn to join her in the Cyber Sex business)

Leona was pleased to see Falynn arriving on time. Actually, I thought, she’d be a ‘No Show’. She answered the door in her white fluffy robe.

“Well, this guy must be into cozy things,” Falynn remarked as she stepped inside.

“Not really, but rather this.” Leona opened her robe to reveal a black lace teddy that was tied up the front with red ribbons and matching thong panties with little bows on the sides.

“Oh, my!” Falynn’s hand lightly slapped her mouth.

“I told ya, this guy is conservative.”

“Well, if that’s conservative, I would hate to see what your definition of kinky is!”

“So how did you meet Sam, pray tell?”

“Social Media. I’ve known him for a year now. As a lover of country music myself, I saw he was trying to be an up and coming artist in the industry.”

“Uh yeah, I bet he’s cuming. You worry me, Leona. You do know these relationships aren’t real, don’t you?

“That’s the best part. I have no intentions of building any long lasting bonds with these young men. It’s a simple Fantasy Fest. It’s a win-win situation for both parties. It’s just a wild, fun romp with no strings attached.”

Leona led Falynn into the kitchen and made her a martini. “When was the last time you had a good orgasm, girl?”

“Excuse me?” Falynn almost dropped her glass.

“You heard me.” Leona stood with her hands on her hips.

“Look, hon. You can either hide out in that damn dusty library behind the shelves or come out from behind those books and live a little – or let me say, live a lot.”

Falynn shrugged. “So what gives?”

“Lesson number one – you have to be relaxed. If you are uptight, you won’t perform well. Besides, we’re the experienced ones here. We need to show these Cubs just what we got.”

Where can you get your hands on a copy of Camp Cougar?

Use this Amazon link: http://amzn.to/2dY3LDx

Meet authors Becky Robbins and Lorraine Carey:

So what brought children’s author Becky Robbins and paranormal author Lorraine Carey together to create a fun and humorous adult novel?

Not too long ago, Lorraine Carey had read Becky’s children’s book, but what really caught her eye was the hilarious Redneck Poems Becky had written about sex. They were edgy, fun and out of the box. The two authors became cyber friends after reading each other’s works.

Not long after, Lorraine had a vision for a comedy adult book with Becky’s southern flare. So our two authors began to create Camp Cougar from their homes via Skype sessions. Mid book Becky flew from her home in Virginia to Miami to meet Lorraine in person who had flown in from the Cayman Islands where our ladies worked out of a hotel for a week to finish the book.

The weeklong stay in Miami was an adventure in itself.  It was as if they had known each other all their lives. Our ladies found out they had similar interests and even completed each other’s sentences.

Needless to say our authors continue to collaborate on a daily basis from their homes with building a brand for Camp Cougar along with a sequel.

Looking for a fun, sexy read?  Camp Cougar is for you!

And be sure to like the Facebook page:

https://www.facebook.com/Camp-Cougar-303826706669436/

 

Watch This Space–Erinn Ellender Quinn

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000038_00071]I’m so excited to introduce you to Erinn Ellender Quinn, author of paranormal historical romance.  Her debut romance novel, Ride the Wind, is available now.  One of the things I love most about this book is the red-haired heroine.  You know that I’m all about #MoreGingersInErotica.  Here’s the blurb:

Captain Ian O’Manion is a man with three names and a perilous past….

As Ian O’Malley, he’s wanted by the English.  He’s wanted by the French as Jean Delacorte.  When he wins The Oaks, a Maryland horse farm, he takes a new name for his new life…until the past catches up to him, with a vengeance.

Ian returns to The Oaks with a festering gunshot wound, fractured bones, and a broken spirit.  Haunted by abuses suffered in a Jamaican prison, devoid of hope after his botched escape, he believes that he’s come home to die.

Elsbeth Gordon is an indentured servant with dangerous secrets of her own ….

A young woman of power, Beth talks to trees, communicates with animals, and practices magick alone. When healing the Captain means sharing her secrets, Beth has no choice but to risk being burned as a witch. The psychically gifted beekeeper sees the promise of their future in his eyes…if they can survive an old enemy and an ancient evil that threaten to destroy them both.

A paranormal historical romance, written for ages 18+.

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The story sounds fantastic!  Now, how about a nice, spicy little tease from Ride the Wind?

At the stables, they found that the Marshall men and O’Flaherty boys and Theo had everything under control.  Ian still didn’t know why Red Beth had to drag him from his sickbed and make him walk all the way down here, feeling uncomfortably weak as a kitten, when she could just as easily have told him a bedtime story about it.  But she’d insisted.  Mindful of his indebtedness, he had humored her, and so it was that they had come to this, poised in the role of passive observers in an empty stall, until the mare was brought in.  Red Beth excused herself and went over to talk to the chestnut, rubbing her head and whispering in her ear and adjusting the leather cover that would protect her neck from an overzealous stallion’s bites.

Zephyr smelled the mare, even before Thomas brought him into the stable.  Outside, he whinnied his pleasure, and he came in dancing with an erection that hung to his hocks.  Ian almost called out to beg her not to when Beth dared to approach his horse.

Zephyr reared up, and Ian swore that his heart stopped.  It would have been too late; there was no way he would have reached her in time to save her, but the prancing, padded hooves miraculously cleared Beth as they came down.  Ian exhaled sharply and released the breath that he’d been holding.

Thomas had his hands full, controlling the stallion and keeping an eye on Beth, who was talking to the beast, no doubt sharing a bit of breeding etiquette, warning him not to play too roughly.  Zephyr whinnied, and Thomas waited until Beth was free and clear.  She rejoined Ian in the empty stall, closing the short door behind her.  Zephyr pranced up to the pretty chestnut mare, who had twitched her tail to the side to ease his way.  She was good enough to welcome the stallion’s weight as he reared up and covered her, shoving his massive member inside her and thrusting home like the magnificent stud that he was.

And all the while, Beth stood, almost breathless, watching spellbound, wincing when Zephyr bit at the leather-covered neck.  She gripped the door of the empty stall that was their viewing room, and Ian knew she was not unaffected.  Forget Zephyr.  He watched Beth watching the horses.  He listened to her telling breath, and felt the hum in her body that sang to him as surely as the fiddle’s phantom tune.

And because they were in a place where they could see without being seen, Ian stepped behind her and slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her back against him.  She shivered, and inhaled sharply, then forgot to breathe altogether.  He leaned down, bending until his teeth found the base of her neck.  “Red,” he whispered against her petal-soft skin just before he tasted it, tasted her, and asked her to take him home.

“Please,” the Captain begged when she stayed rooted, transfixed, watching his stallion cover the chestnut mare as he wanted to cover her.  “Have mercy.  Don’t do this to me.  You don’t know what it’s been like.”

But she did.  She did.  She knew exactly what he’d felt.  It was her gift.  Her curse.  Like now, feeling the blood pump in old haunts, the word made flesh, the promise of resurrection fulfilled.  The Captain wanted her, and she wanted him to want her, and Herne would just have to understand.

The stallion finished and disengaged, dropping onto all four feet, with his penis tamed and near normal size already, while the Captain’s was just coming to life.  She wished he could have taken her right then and there, amidst the sharp scents of the stable as they tumbled in the straw and hay.

They headed for the house, each one priding themselves on moving at a reasonable pace, when every step brought them closer to the bedroom upstairs, with its urn full of dead honeybees and a plate of herbs and sliced ginger root and an odd number of pinch-necked glass cups.  Back in the day, Ian could have swept her into his arms and carried her up the stairs.  Now it was all he could do to navigate under his own power and pray the feeling wouldn’t go away once they’d gotten to where he could do something about it.

When they reached the front door, he took her hand and pulled her through the house he’d won on a turn of the cards, gotten by chance and kept by pretense, until he could clear his real name.  At least his Christian name was the same, and the subtle change from O’Malley to O’Manion was still a damn sight better than the years he’d played Jean Delacorte.

He counted the steps on the sweeping entrance stairs, marked the feet from the landing to his bedroom door, and numbered the eyelets on the back of her bodice as he put his fingers to the task of unlacing them.  While he was busy in the back, she unpinned her apron front, reaching around and pulling one tie so that the thing fell free, landing in a puddle on the wide board floor.  He opened his mouth on the back of her neck, and he knew she remembered his stallion, covering the chestnut mare, giving her that enormous member of his in a mating that was as intense as it was brief.  A stallion did his business in a minute; it took three hundred forty days, give or take, for a mare to finish hers.

Beth felt the Captain’s breath on her skin, like dragon’s fire.  No sooner did she wonder if he intended to consume her than he put an arm around her waist, pulled her back against him, and opened his mouth on the base of her neck.  He scored it with his teeth, not quite biting, and then he did bite her, inhaling sharply with his mouth fastened on a spot that made her knees go weak.  His hands skimmed up her sides and pulled down her bodice; he splayed his calloused fingers and lay claim to her breasts.

Ian wanted it to be good for her.  He wanted it to last, but he couldn’t wait for layers of clothes and shoes and stockings, no matter how much he enjoyed a leisurely disrobing.  For the first time in months, there was life in every part of him.

“Red,” he whispered against her hair.  “I’m sorry, I can’t wait.  Forgive me.”

He kept one arm wrapped around her, kept her backside pressed tight against him when he turned her and guided her onto the edge of the bed, bending her so that her face nestled where he’d lain.  She inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with his scent.  He spread her legs with his knees, fumbling at his buttons and praying he didn’t go off too soon.  This had been such a long time coming, he didn’t know what to expect.

 Hello, old friend.

Ian felt a full-body smile come over him.  Red felt it too, or had read his damned mind again.

Beth purred and buried her face in his bedsheets, pressing her hips back against him, waiting for him to enter her.  There was no finesse left by the time he opened his breeches and threw up her skirts.  Finding her wet enough, he drove himself inside her, sheathing himself to the hilt.

 Ah, God.  Sweet Jaysus.

A stallion finished in a minute and he did too, thrilled that he’d accomplished that much, at least, but hating himself for her sake, for giving such a disappointing performance when she deserved so much better.  Red Beth, in whose body the source of pleasures lay, whose clever hands and kind heart had saved him from himself.

 How can I thank you?  I wanted to die.  I would have, if not for you.

She heard him.  He could tell, because when she turned her head to smile softly at him, he saw that her pink lips were quivering and her brilliant blue eyes were filled with tears.  She deserved so much better than this, than him, and he told her so.

He told her with words.  He told her without words.  He told her with his hands, his mouth, his touch, his breath as he pulled her into his arms and unwrapped her like the treasure she was.  Her dress went first, then the single petticoat she wore to flaunt convention—but then, she’d been working.  Working to cleanse him.  Working to heal him.  Freeing him from the laudanum and restoring his manhood.

The stays were a surprise.  “They’re for my back,” she told him, eavesdropping again.  “I hate them, but they help.”  Her chemise was utilitarian and well constructed, with generous gussets under the arms that suited someone who tamed foxes and gathered honey and could have the most vicious horse eating out of her hand like a child’s pet pony.  And under the chemise, there was what he remembered, what he dreamed of, with and without laudanum: the trim waist and pomegranate breasts and just the slightest swell of a woman’s belly above nether curls that were as wild and red as those that crowned her head.

He pulled her onto the bed with him, his own clothes be damned.  This was for her, the least he could do after all she’d done for him.

He dried her tears with his thumbs and bent his head and kissed her.  Every fiber of his being, every breath, he owed her more than he could say, more than he could ever repay.  Darlin’ girl,do you know what you’ve done to me?

Of course she didn’t.  He didn’t know himself, so there was nothing for her to pull from the whispers of his mind.  Quieting himself, he focused on the woman in his arms, with her trim ankles and pretty feet.  He undid her buckled shoes and pulled them off, dropping them beside the bed.  He ran his fingers on the inside of her thighs and smelled the musk of their joining.  He untied her garters and pushed her stockings to her ankles, taking care to pull them off as she’d put them on, figuring it was the least he could do.  Attention to details in lovemaking counted; even something as small as right-turned hose could never be underestimated.

The cheeky thing laughed, delighted with his philosophical approach to coitus.

Ian smiled.  She had no idea.

Really?

Now who was reading whose mind?

It didn’t matter.  She’d seen too much of him to hide, and he’d learned more of her than he had any woman in his life, even the one he’d left with child.  Someday he would tell her, but not now.  Now he wanted to think of Beth.  Only Beth, who slept with foxes and talked to bees and communicated with horses and whispered to trees and made a man dare to dream again.

He kissed her feet, those pretty, pretty feet, and worshipped her ankles.  Like a sculptor’s apprentice, he explored the masterpiece that was her body so closely he could have copied it, had he a block of marble and the tools and the skill to breathe life into stone.  She could.  She had.  He was proof.  He said nothing, in case it came to naught, but he swore he felt himself thickening even as he thought about it.

He refocused his attention on Beth, lying breathless in his bed, at his mercy after he’d been dependent upon hers since the new moon.  He wondered, what would she do tonight, when the full moon—the Buck Moon—rose over the wooded hills and called to her pagan blood?

Where can you get Ride the Wind?  Right here–http://mybook.to/TW2

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Now for a little surprise.  Erinn Ellender Quinn is another pen name for one of my most favorite people on the planet, author Nia Farrell.  She’s a gifted and talented writer of erotic romance, and besides, precious few people are as understanding as she is of my giraffe fetish, bless her!

Erinn Ellender Quinn is the softer side of erotic author Nia Farrell, one of Mr. Blackthorne’s Wicked Pen Writers and a multi-genre author who is published in nonfiction, poetry, music, articles, and children’s books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt.  She’s an old soul and a period reenactor who’s been into corsets for centuries, although she wears them more to Civil War events these days.

Erinn has been involved in the metaphysical community for over twenty-five years.  She is a Reiki Master and crystal healer whose work encompasses this and other lifetimes.  Erinn was fortunate enough to meet her soul mate early on. She married her high school sweetheart, raised two children, and began writing at her husband’s suggestion. She has been published as Nia Farrell in erotic romance since 2015.  Ride the Wind is her debut romance novel.

Want to follow Erinn Ellender Quinn?

CONTACT INFORMATION AND LINKS:

Erinn Ellender Quinn’s webpage http://niafarrell.wordpress.com

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Erinn Ellender Quinn’s Amazon author page http://viewAuthor.at/EEQuinn

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There’s more where this came from:

Nia Farrell Titles:

 The Three Graces Series

SOMETHING ELSE August 25, 2015 e-book  http://myBook.to/TG1 or  https://www.amzn.com/dp/B014FV1TUE

SOMETHING DIFFERENT September 29, 2015 e-book http://myBook.to/TG2 or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B015Y9JEHG

SOMETHING MORE October 15, 2015 e-book http://myBook.to/TG3 or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B016OULX8C

THE THREE GRACES TRILOGY paperback April 2, 2016 http://myBook.to/TGr or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1530858194

SOMETHING SPECIAL May 5, 2016 ebook http://myBook.to/TG6 or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B01F6FOQ0S; paperback http://myBook.to/TG6p or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1533146217

 DARK MOONS RISING e-book March 10, 2016 http://myBook.to/DMR or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B01CRX1O70; paperback April 2, 2016 http://myBook.to/DMRp or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1530828759

REPLAY BOOK 1: VIKING RAID July 1, 2016 ebook http://mybook.to/RB1; paperback http://mybook.to/RB1p

AS WICKED AS YOU WANT (Forever Ours Book 1) August 1, 2016 ebook http://mybook.to/FO1

By Nia Farrell and Jane Austen

PRIDE AND PUNISHMENT—AN EROTIC RETELLING OF JANE AUSTEN’S BELOVED CLASSIC June 1, 2016 ebook http://myBook.to/Punish or https://www.amzn.com/dp/B01FJ612HY; paperback http://myBook.to/Punishp or https://www.amzn.com/dp/1533228477; Large Print https://www.amazon.com/dp/1533235244 or http://myBook.to/Punishlg

Coming soon:

REPLAY BOOK 3: HONOUR BOUND November 1, 2016

TOUCH THE WIND (w/a Erinn Ellender Quinn) December 1, 2016

 

 

Watch This Space–Siren Allen

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This edition of Watch This Space spotlights sexy author Siren Allen and her new smoking hot sci-fi romance, Silver. Wondering what it’s about?  Here’s the blurb:

All Malia Valdese wants to do is survive in the Outlands and serve food to the patrons of her diner. She doesn’t want anything to do with the handsome silver-eyed stranger who keeps showing up after closing, asking her weird questions and making her feel something she hasn’t felt in years, desire.

She doesn’t care that he’s the sexiest male she’s ever seen or that he stares at her like she’s the main course. Steering clear of him is her plan. Well, it was the plan, before he turned her world upside down with four words…. You’re coming with me. Apparently she has no say in the matter.

She’s not on the menu. But she’s what he hungers for.

Her scent tells him she’s his and the wanted pictures popping up all over the dark-net tells him he needs to lay low for a while. Having her next to him in bed while he tries to clear his name is the plan. Unfortunately, his enemies are closer than he thought and now they’ve found his weakness…. her. Can he shield his mate from the consequences of his dark past? Or will she flee to his enemies to escape him and the intense emotions he stirs inside of her?

No matter what she chooses, he has no intention of letting her go, ever.

I love a good, spicy sci-fi romance and can’t wait to read this one.  Check out this excerpt:

“Tell me to step away,” he told her.

Why would she do that? No rational female would tell a creature like him to step away. Wait, she should do that. She wasn’t trying to be with him for real. This was pretend.

“Say it and I’ll do it. I promise Malia.”

She couldn’t say it. The words wouldn’t come. Instead, she reached up and touched his face. His eyes closed and he leaned his forehead against hers.

“I don’t want to say that.” Even the rational part of her was falling for this male.

“Good, because I don’t want you to say it. I want to keep you all to myself,” he whispered. “I don’t want to share you.”

“You don’t have to share me. I’m all yours.” Yep, she’d just said that. And right now, she meant it. She’d deal with the consequences of her words later.

“All mine,” he mumbled, opening his eyes. “And I’ll destroy anyone who threatens you.”

Stars, that was the most violent statement she’d ever heard, yet it made her feel safe. What was she turning into?

“Say you believe me, Malia.”

“I-I believe you.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you. Say you believe this.”

“I believe it.”

“Good.” He took a step back, her hand still resting on his cheek. His hand covered hers. “I will go and get the crew. I will try my best not to kill any of them for getting too close to you.”

“Please behave. I don’t need you dirtying up my new kitchen.”

He smiled, before pulling her hand away from his face and placing it over his heart. Her breath caught.

“This is all yours,” he told her. “I promise.” He released her hand and went in search of his crew, leaving her breathless.

Stars, what had she gotten herself into?

And how the hell was she supposed to get out of it with her heart intact?

I’m such a huge fan of Siren Allen.  One thing that she does that I love is character interviews.  Get to know Silver and Malia, the stars of Silver.

Q: What thoughts raced through your mind the moment you found your mate?

Silver: My first thought was, ‘Stars, she more beautiful than I’d imagined.’ My second thought was, ‘I wonder what she tastes like.’

Malia: Oh my gosh, Silver, you didn’t have to give a second thought. My first thought was, ‘This guy looks like trouble.’ And I was right.

Q: If you could change one thing about your mate, what would it be?

Silver: I would change how she sees herself. She thinks she’s too curvy. I think she’s perfect. If I could change anything, I would make her able to see herself through my eyes.

Malia: Ahhh, that’s so sweet. If I could change anything about Silver, it would be his need to kill any male who stares at me.

Silver: That will never change.

Malia: I know. I’m just saying what I would change if I could.

Q: Do you believe in love at first sight?

Silver: Yes. Though, I knew I would love her before I met her. She’s my mate. I’m supposed to love and cherish her. But when I saw her for the first time, those feelings that were ingrained in me tripled. I knew I had to have her. Unfortunately, my way of getting her wasn’t the most charming.

Malia: That’s an understatement. As for me, I believe in lust at first sight. When I first saw Silver I didn’t think about forever with him. I thought of all the things I would love to do to him that night. The forever feelings came later, wayyyy later.

Silver: She played hard to get.

Malia: Uh no, I was hard to get. And then you kidnapped me.

Silver: Problem solved.

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So where can you get your Kindle on this book?  I have the links right here:

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LZJG2P3
Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LZJG2P3
Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LZJG2P3

Now Siren Allen tells us a little about herself:

Hi, my name is Siren Allen. I’m a writer and lover of all things supernatural and romantic. I reside in southern Mississippi where I write steamy romances that are guaranteed to make you blush. When I’m not listening to the characters in my head and jotting down their adventures, I am busy working as a Clinical Laboratory Technician.

I love to travel, preferably with my husband, so he can do all of the driving. I enjoy time with my family, who are just as silly as I am. My hobbies are reading, writing and shopping, though I hate trying on clothing. If I wasn’t a writer or a Laboratory Professional, I would probably be a Secret Agent. But that’s the beauty of being a writer; you can create your own world and be whoever you want to be. In my imaginary world, I am Queen and my siblings are my minions.

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Watch This Space–W. O. Cassity

dementia-praecox-book-cover-smallThis installment of Watch This Space is a change of pace.  ASPA author W. O. Cassity is a man of eclectic tastes and interests.  His debut novel, Heir of the Blood King was well-received.  Now, he’s writing a horror series called A Short Journey Into Darkness.  The first installment, Dementia  Praecox, releases today.

Here’s an excerpt:

Skulking over the ledger’s musty-scented pages, Dr. Livingston dipped the oversized quill into the emerald-green inkwell before penning the latest entry:

11 November 1877

Bethlem Royal Hospital Bedlam

London, England

Subject 41 expired at approximately 10:22 p.m., possibly due to cardiac arrest once again. I wait for my assistant Hensley to deliver and release the corpse to the hospital morgue. My only concern is that there may perhaps be further inquiry into the claw-like contusions upon the deceased’s forearms and along his facial cheeks. I still cannot fathom how the subject, who was restrained, managed to damage himself in such a way. Both Hensley and I agree that the peculiar wounds appeared to spontaneously appear across the patient’s flesh of their own accord.

Having witnessed this entire incident, I must admit that further precautions are still a necessity as I continue to push on toward a resolution to this condition. The screams of the patient still reverberate within my ears at those haunting terrors, which only existed in his tormented mind. My first assertion is that the patient’s experience became so vivid, he was somehow able to enact the subjective manifestations of his consciousness into literal lacerations upon his extremities. Perhaps Hensley and I are the first to witness the true potential of the human mind to inflict its falsely perceived stimuli upon the body during a controlled experiment. Mind over the material world indeed! This may warrant further exploration in the future after I have completed my current work toward a cure for dementia praecox.

When Hensley returns, he will prepare Subject 42 for her time in the chair. I will administer the new cocktail of ingredients according to the schedule after readjusting the chloroform and nitrous oxide levels for proper sedation during the procedure. Even though she’s much smaller than Subject 41, we still need to gauge the appropriate levels of anesthesia so Subject 42 will remain conscious yet controllable and programmable during the procedure.

As I understand it, Subject 42 has a peculiarly heightened state of hysteria, so perhaps this will allow us to mark any substantial improvements in her mental realignment using the electric resonating device with profound measure. It was difficult to identify the response from Subject 41 due to his condition’s tepid state and mannerisms.

Regardless of tonight’s setbacks, I have the utmost certainty that I can mitigate the issues Subject 41 experienced tonight. It is too soon for me to surrender now and too dangerous for me to stop. Questions are being asked already and if I do not have an answer to Annabelle’s condition soon, I may not be able to cure her ailment before they forcibly return me to New York if they discover what I have been doing. Certainly, they would shower me with accolades upon my substantial progress, but the board will need to see results and I need to save Annabelle if I am to marry her. She would definitively accept my proposal of marriage with a clear mind, for who else could liberate her from Dr. Kraepelin’s diagnosis other than the youngest fellow to be accepted by Bethlem Royal Hospital? At the age of thirty-seven, I will become renowned for such an achievement and therefore, Annabelle would accept me unconditionally.

  1. L., PhD

Edgar rested his quill in the inkwell and remained still as he pondered what outcomes awaited him in the final experiment of the evening. A rapping at the heavy oak study door rescued him from his reverie.

“Yes, what is it?” he asked.

“Dr. Livingston, Subject 42 is now prepped for the resonance procedure,” Hensley responded. “Should I start charging the apparatus?”

“Indeed, Hensley. I shall be there momentarily.”

I’m totally digging the creep factor here.  Intrigued?  Here is the buy link for Dementia Praecox.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01KQVSSHE

Just who is W. O Cassity?   W.O. Cassity grew up in the Mississippi Delta Valley dreaming of new worlds fueled by his passions for writing and playing tabletop games with his friends. As an adult, he relocated to Nashville, Tennessee where he pursued a career in IT and Telecommunications, working for companies such as Dell Computer Corporation, Verizon Wireless and Asurion. Will returned to his childhood passions sharing those experiences with his children. He went on to release his debut novel, “Heir of the Blood King” which was well received. He also has an ongoing horror short story series, “A Short Journey Into Darkness”.  Will and his wife, Barbara, currently reside in Arkansas with their four children, three dogs and one very stinky cat.

Author W. O. Cassity was kind enough to answer Pandora’s Dirty Dozen.  Here’s what he said.

1. Describe your books and your writing style.

 I like to immerse the reader into vividly detailed environments with a real-time feel of what’s happening in the story to enrich the reading experience. My preferred point of view is 3rd Person, limited perspective and I generally tell my stories in the past tense.

2. Talk about your process. Where do you write? When do you write? Are you linear or do you write scenes and put them together later? Who are your muses and where do you get your best ideas?

 I try to write everyday and I do most of my writing in the bedroom in the morning while pouring through a cup of coffee. A good number of my stories are related to impressions I had while dreaming, so this writing routine allows me to capture that dreamlike feel in my stories.

3. Tell us about your latest release.

 My latest release is title Dementia Praecox and it explores a topic very dear to my heart: Mental illness. Dementia Praecox was the first clinical term used to describe the mental condition of schizophrenia, which plagued my maternal grandfather most of his life. I wanted to tell a story of a mad scientist in a gothic period story experimenting on patients in a cold, calculating manner. Obsessed with his goal to cure his beloved, the patients are treated like lab rats. In the end, Dr. Edgar Livingston accidentally succeeds in a way that unlocks the full potential of his patient’s mind, opening pathways that should remain closed in the real world.

4. What is your current project?

I’m working on a story tentatively titled, “A Guest In Solitude” with a poetry and prose inspired writing style similar to Poe’s “A Tell-Tale Heart”. It features an older man isolated in a rustic cabin whose solace is disrupted by a mysterious haunting voice whispering to him from under the front door.

5. Now about you… Very generally speaking, where do you call home?

 I grew up in the Mississippi Delta Valley and so, I’m a Southern by nature. I never quite fit into my community, so I have traveled and brought those experience back home.

6. As a reader… What genre do you most often read? What is your all-time favorite book, and why?

 I enjoy reading horror and fantasy stories, but my favorite novel is Frank Herbert’s Dune. The world building is immersive and the inner dialogue of the characters captured my imagination and left me with the feeling that I belonged in his beautiful, yet dark world.

7. What do you like to do when you’re not writing or reading?

 I enjoy gaming with my family and deep philosophical conversation, as well as spending time doing both with my wife and children.

8. We all have guilty pleasures. I enjoy boy bands. There, I said it. What is your guilty pleasure?

 Even though I have no guilt, my obsession is chocolate even though I know it isn’t good for me.

9. What superpower would you choose, and why?

 Flying. Even as a young child, I immersed myself in dreams and during my waking hours, I was fascinated. Lucid dreaming allowed me to take charge in those wayward nightmares to put me in control of the situation. I would usually fly to escape my nightmarish dilemmas. This process also help me escape the cruel realities that occurred in my traumatic childhood.

10. If you could live anywhere, you’d choose…

 Where isn’t as important as who I’m with. I want to be with my wife and children in a place that values freedom of expression.

11. I wish _________________ would read my book.

Neil Gaiman

12. In the airport, you overhear a heated argument between a husband and wife. You:

 politely ignore it.

Contact links for W. O. Cassity:

Author Blog:  www.wocassity.com
Author Twitter:  https://twitter.com/wocassity
Facebook Page:  https://www.facebook.com/wocassity

Patreon Page: https://www.patreon.com/wocassity         
Goodreads Author:  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13834500.W_O_Cassity