Lucky Stars – Boxed Set by 7 Paranormal Romance Authors

Lucky Stars CoverI’m proud to announce the release of “Lucky Stars” From the folks who brought you Three Times Lucky, our original menage boxed set, comes:

Thank your Lucky Stars…
Seven romantic novellas take the reader out of this world and into worlds of sexy heroes and strong feisty heroines. From the stars in futuristic sci fi, to wolf shifters, to Greek gods, to ancient curses and fairy tales, seven of today’s hot romance authors take you on journeys of the heart where the only rule is a happily ever after.

7 complete stories-500 pages of romance happily ever afters.

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I’ll share a teaser from “Submit to Him” soon..

Price Reduction on #Paranormal #Erotic #Menage Novels

Hello Readers,HisReign

Wanted to drop a line and let you know that Wolf Magic has been reduced in price to $0.99 on Amazon!

From the author of the USA Today Recommended novel of lycanthropy and romance, Torn to Pieces, comes this enthralling novella of werewolf and witch. Marco and Selene.He is a sexy, rebellious young werewolf whose anger and violence are legendary. She is a sexy, mature witch into whose care the elders of his pack have given Marco. At once she realizes he is more dangerous and powerful that the other werewolves. To Marco she is the most desirable woman he has ever met, and he knows he will never give up until he possesses her. As she attempts to show him wisdom, he subjects her to his very considerable charms. 

Something has to give – and does. As nights of torrid lovemaking and nights of the full moon when he tears himself from her side alternate, neither suspects that they are at the center of a conspiracy by the leaders of Marco’s pack, or that they may all be pawns in an ancient prophecy from the dawn of time. For the love that binds them both is bringing death nearer with every beat of their hearts. 

Marco is strong and Selene wise, but these are as nothing to the power of the danger that threatens them in this memorable paranormal romance. And don’t miss Torn to Pieces, Sascha Illyivch’s novel of two werewolves, and the woman they both love.

Grab your copy at Amazon for only .99 pennies!

Second, we dropped the price on His Reign down to $3.99 so you can get this novel for 20% less now!

Józsi wants to maintain a normal life away from the Opeth pack. Moving from Hungary to Texas was a big change that he felt was necessary in order to avoid a prophecy that would ultimately make him Alpha of a dying pack, a responsibility he doesn’t want.

Ilona and Lukina grew up loving Józsi even after he moved away. Yet the current pack Alpha has gone rogue and begun kidnapping and abusing the younger wolves that remained without mates. Ilona, becomes his next target and Józsi must return to once again deal with pack politics only to find that his heart misses what it could have. Can Lukina and Ilona convince him to return to Hungary in order to rule the Opeth pack and mate or will Kiba destroy them in a fit of insanity?

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Cover for paranormal erotic romance Wolf MagicOf course if you want the third book in the series, it’s out now too!  Raining Kisses continues our story of the Opeth Pack Saga!  For more about the pack, stop by, their new home on the internet!

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Destiny for the Opeth Pack wolves overrides want as Józsi returns to Hungary to save the lovers he’d left behind from their mad Alpha. Meet the Opeth Pack
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BTS eMag and Decadent Books Present Sunset on Summer Blog Hop

To win other prizes and swag check out the other bloggers and authors that are hopping HERE

I’m also giving away a copy of Menage Bound to a lucky commenter!

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#Free #Kindle #Ebook – Wolf Magic – A Romance of Witches and Werewolves in the #Twilight

From the author of the USA Today Recommended novel of lycanthropy and romance, Torn to Pieces, comes this enthralling novella of werewolf and witchTorn to Pieces_USA Today banner. Marco and Selene.He is a sexy, rebellious young werewolf whose anger and violence are legendary. She is a sexy, mature witch into whose care the elders of his pack have given Marco. At once she realizes he is more dangerous and powerful that the other werewolves. To Marco she is the most desirable woman he has ever met, and he knows he will never give up until he possesses her. As she attempts to show him wisdom, he subjects her to his very considerable charms.

Something has to give – and does. As nights of torrid lovemaking and nights of the full moon when he tears himself from her side alternate, neither suspects that they are at the center of a conspiracy by the leaders of Marco’s pack, or that they may all be pawns in an ancient prophecy from the dawn of time. For the love that binds them both is bringing death nearer with every beat of their hearts.

Marco is strong and Selene wise, but these are as nothing to the power of the danger that threatens them in this memorable paranormal romance. And don’t miss Torn to Pieces, Sascha Illyivch’s novel of two werewolves, and the woman they both love. Cover: Laura Givens.

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Sexual Fantasy in Romance

The stereotypical image of female romance authors writing in sexy lingerie sent my blood boiling. With that glass of wine and needed inspiration, writing erotic romance became an easy choice for me.  You should see this author at trade shows, always a drink in hand, always surrounded by sexy women and of course I only go to the sexiest, sexy parties.

Damn, wouldn’t that fantasy be nice?  It isn’t “too” far from the truth that I do tend to have a drink in hand at most conventions, more often than not, and whether it’s Cecilia Tan or one of my lovely groupies, I do tend to be surrounded by sexy people everywhere.  I must maintain my image.

Earlier this year I was in Atlanta for Frolicon, promoting myself as an author amongst the kinky crowd and it wasn’t out of place to see me with my arm around a naked woman.  Truth is, said naked woman was one of my hosts and is a nude model and actress, but that’ll be our little secret.  The fantasy I create in my erotic stories should mimic those written by authors before me and those coming after me.  And believe me, those coming after me are usually in a hurry to repeat the process…

I write to escape, I write to give escape.  I write because, what else the hell would I do?

When my publicist and agents said I should give myself a title to distinguish myself from the other three or four (straight) males in this business, I thought Hey, I can do that.  I can be the bad boy of romance.  It’s not too far a stretch, honestly.  I write hard, I play hard.  I relax, hard.  Hell, I’m always hard! 

I’m sure if I thought about it, I could probably tie in the word “hard” to one of my books from Decadent Publishing or Sizzler Editions, but even that’s hard.  Wait, I’m sensing a theme…

The point is I do this for me, I do this for you and I do this because the image of who I am is fun.  At the end of our days shouldn’t we feel like not only have we accomplished something, but accomplished something we WANTED and ENJOYED?  Writing romance gives me that.  To be honest, I’m pretty lucky and I know just how blessed I am.  But I’ll digress as the real reason you’re here is to see what’s underneath my kilt.

Go on, take a peak.  Until next time…

Dark Sensualities and Primal Instincts can be found at Amazon

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Sexperiences in Writing!

I’m guessing the fabulous folks at Decadent do not want me disclosing my sexperiences, but I must mention them in brief as this draws readers and works on people’s natural curiosity about the sexual nature of erotic authors.

The fact is, the encounters an author has, make for a fuller experience in writing, provided the author has had numerous adventures.  If not, the author is left living vicariously through pornography, erotica, other means.  (Like me)  Being the Bad Boy of Romance, this actually works in my favor, as it justifies my flirtation, my drinking and premium cigar smoking all while providing an illusion, an image of something readers expect.

I’ve been talking with other authors about the unspoken author/reader contract and how upon publication, if the author platform does not define the relationship, the experience a reader gets from an author’s book, then the reader defines it.  This is not a bad thing, but it’s not the best for attracting the most attention for the group of readers your book is targeted to.  If however, every blog post, every interaction, tweet, facebook status, and book all say the same thing, then the AUTHOR is defining that contract.

Just like I defined the contract here.  Reading my books will give you an experience you’ll never forget.  The reviews paint Menage Bound as a hot sexy read where the characters are lifelike and real, and the reviewers could imagine themselves in that world.  And frankly, some of them WANT that fantasy.  Maybe I’ve lived it.  Maybe not.

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In my world, my books tend to be about trust on a deeper level. And in my latest 1Night Stand, Menage Bound, Siddella must extend trust in the 1NS service that she can have a fantasy played out.  Two hunky men, both dominant, both not fighting OVER her but instead, working well within the boundaries she sets.  Jason and Chase must trust the same service, then extend said trust to Siddella for her acceptance that two men can have a healthy long term sexual relationship that involves pushing boundaries and growth.

Find out if they can do it by going to Amazon and buying Menage Bound!

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Weekly Blog Post Roundup and Book Review!

Been a busy week for me.  First, today I’m over at Brenda and Steve’s blog doing a simple Q/A on writing, my upcoming release “Surrender to Love” and sticking around for another day or so.  Find me here

Did ya’ll see the review for The Playground that Night Owl Romance gave it?  4.5 Stars!  AND a Top Pick

The folks at Night Owl said the following:  ” It was a hot and steamy love story with two characters that loved and lost and found love again in the unlikeliest of places.”  Read the full review here

I was at Tonya Kinzer’s blog last week.  I think I even gave away a book.  But the interview/blog posts she hosted may look familiar to some of you.  Still, peep the link and comment.  I’m sure I left her plenty of things to ponder while I caused trouble.

Did you pick up your copy of The Playground yet?  It’s now available on

Oh I turned in the second round of edits for “Surrender to Love” and that’s looking like a Feb 7th release.  I hope ya’ll enjoy another sordid tale of sweet, sinful seduction ;)

Borders is Liquidating – what this means to readers

If you all saw the article on Yahoo talking Borders Liquidation then you know things are changing.  The industry giant had a deal that fell out earlier last week when the buyers backed out.

What this means for readers?  Honestly, it’s going to suck for those of us that love bookstores.  However, Jean Marie Stine, publisher of Sizzler Editions suggests that a resurgence of mom and pop bookstores may occur.  This is obviously a good thing for us as writers as it gives us a lot more access to numerous smaller markets to sell our books because of the relationship building between authors and store owners.  Plainly put, the larger authors can draw in audiences to help small businesses grow.  The smaller authors may not have the draw at first, but local authors or authors that travel (like myself) can get around to meet more of our audiences without having to go through a huge chain of command.

My heart goes out to the 11,000 employees of Borders stores and I’m a little (well a LOT actually) disappointed by what liquidating means.  Books will get returned, shredded and the waste I don’t even want to imagine.

But readers aren’t going without.  Kindle, the Sony E-reader battle will continue as technology advances.  The iPad and other devices will continue to develop new and old readers as prices continue to drop.

Ultimately it’s a toss up but I’m going to have to run with it.

In the meantime, you can get most of my books through Amazon’s Kindle store.  Check them out here

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Excerpt from “I Will Submit to You, Master” – Male Dom

It Takes a True Master to Turn a Strong Mistress into an Eager Sub! Collin was the man for the job and Jackie was the dominant woman who needed taming, Spirited into a dungeon, Mistress Jackie soon finds herself in a battle of wills with Master Collin, and she soon realizes it will be a losing battle for her. Not only is his will stronger, but Collin will soon introduce her to a series of sexual devices designed to teach her submission, devices no woman could resist. From the celebrated Dom and and author of Gift of Her Submission.

Chapter One

In the dark room, there was stillness except for the loud, thumping bass lines that pulsed through the room.  A spotlight shone down just in front of Jackie, emphasizing the cold stone floor before her.  Curtains hung along the walls, hiding most of the toys that were normally visible.

Annoyance and arousal set in from the pounding music that sent vibrations straight to her swollen pussy.

The room smelled of cinnamon and violet.  Jackie knew in this particular club that the tops could create a full scene with their bottoms through utilization of incense and a mixture of candles.  Obviously, someone had been doing their homework since they’d focused on two of her favorite scents.

Jackie lay on her stomach on a wooden table, spread eagled and filled with a smooth, huge cock that arched her hips upward, giving perfect access for anyone to come behind her and fuck her ass. Her chin rested on a padded leather headrest that forced her head into a natural tilt downward.

Her legs were attached to boards that could swivel at the request of the top, thereby granting them access to whatever orifice they wanted to fuck.  “Ugh.”  She was so not an anal sex person unless she wore the strap on.

Her breasts swung freely between the two padded boards that were specifically designed so that someone could attach nipple weights or clamps to the breasts of the submissive.  Or they could press the velvet covered board upwards so that pointed nipples brushed against the material to cause extra stimulation.

Jackie struggled against the bonds but the leather cut into her flesh.  She was naked except for the black hair tie that held deep burgundy hair in a straight braid down her back.

Sweat broke out on her brow.  She closed her eyes and tried to remember what landed her here in the first place.

The memory of fighting Collin to avoid this was still fresh in her mind.  “You’ll submit to me the way a good submissive in Dominant’s clothing would.”  Glaring at her through thin slits of his eyes, he practically growled the words when he reached for her hair and tugged her to her knees.

Jackie hated him for it though her body certainly responded.  Her pussy was wet when she walked into the room, it always was when she faced a man of his stature and had been given an opportunity to put him at her feet; his rightful place.

She’d seen him outside the club with a buxom brunette and he was on her leash.  Still dressed in a suit that molded to his body, he followed the smaller woman around until they’d disappeared into a private room.

It took Jackie a moment for reality to sink in.

Powerful men needed a release from the rigors of corporate life.

Of course her nerves needed him, needed to control him.

He’d approached her later that night.

She’d agreed to meet him and play with him for an hour.  Seeing him down on his knees, she kept her composure about until Collin stood.

His sheer size and height too her breath away.

His full height towered over her by a good food.  Barefoot, he was a solid wall of muscle, dressed only in black leather pants and a huge cloak that flowed over broad shoulders.  In the florescent light, oil gave his skin a sheen that emphasized every muscle, nook and cranny over his well built frame.

Dark lashes swept over perfect silver eyes that held no fear.  His lips were pursed together in a thin line that begged for kisses if she ever allowed herself to succumb to those desires.

It was a rare submissive that made her crave their taste.

His sheer size alone was an unfair advantage.  But Jackie had her share of men his size and brought them to their knees, begging for her dominance.

Tonight however was different.  She felt it in her stomach the moment their eyes met.

The moment she commanded him to kneel in her dominant voice, he ignored her.

She stepped closer, reaching for his shoulder.  The spark from the connection was instant when she touched him.

Lust stirred in her belly like nothing she’d ever felt before.

But she was denied her wish when she attempted to push him down on his knees.

Instead, she was met with resistance.

She retracted her touch and glared, her voice awash in coldness.  “I could leave.”

“You won’t.”  He spoke as though the statement were fact.

She huffed.  Turning on her heels, she spun around and headed for the door to the room.

One hand clamped down on her shoulders, pressing a thumb and forefinger into her neck.  “You’re here to learn to submit to your true nature, Jackie. Not to be a flake.”

Pressure on her neck forced sickness into her stomach.  Her vision blurred.  Then her world went blank.

When she awoke, Jackie discovered she was able to move her head around enough to see they’d moved to a different room in the club.

The light went out.

Startled, Jackie sucked in a breath.  Her nipples brushed against something that irritated the taut peaks into hard points and sent waves of pleasure in a line down her spine.

Rocking her hips onto the phallus, she clenched her muscles together in attempt to relieve the pressure in her pussy.

It didn’t help.  The phallus had an extension of some sort that brushed across her clit with every movement she made.

She raised her head in frustration.  “Damnit!”

The door behind her opened, calling her attention back to the present. Her head spun around just enough to see the cloaked figure enter the room, his bare feet padding against the stone tiles.

“Good evening.” His voice was cool like water laced with ecstasy.  Just those two words spoken had her skin itching with desire as his voice was the only other thing in the room that vibrated against the walls and her body.

His tone resonated deep within her body.

Squirming against her bonds, she spoke with a whine. “Let me go.  I’m a Mistress.  This is not proper for me!”

A hand caressed her calf.

Jumping, she tensed but didn’t move.  A mistress had control over her body.

Fingers crept further up the length of her calf.  “Very nice, Jackie.  You’re a very gorgeous woman.  Especially when you’re trussed up like this.”

She strained harder against her restraints in effort to get him off her but it was no use.

He had her bound so tight that the leather cut into her flesh.  Heat pooled around the affected areas.  If she struggled more, she’d cut open flesh and bleed.

Or cum.

The stupid phallus irritated her pussy with every attempt to move.

“While a lesser woman would take the compliment, I’m demanding you release me. It’s policy to—“

A hand landed on her ass, echoing throughout the room and silencing her.

Her head jerked up.  She swore smoke fumed from her nose and her eyes had flames dancing in them.

The hand caressed her backside.  “I did not tell you that you could speak.”

Her body jerked and her breath hitched in her throat.  Ire built inside her, pooling low in her belly and mixing with angry desire.  “You don’t tell me anything.”

SWAT!  Five more spankings landed on her ass.

Throwing her head back, she cried out from the sting.  Warmth radiated from her ass and made lust swirl around her belly.  Her pussy clenched around the phallus in anticipation of more spankings.

The man sighed heavily.  He stood in front of her, waving a finger back and forth.  “No more of this nonsense, Jackie. You are not a mistress anymore. You never were.”

The heavy beat of the music matched in tune with her heart beat but didn’t slow the buildup of aggression rearing throughout her.  “I never identified as anything less than a dominant.”

“See.” he paused.

A hand slapped her across the face, echoing loudly in the room.  The sting of his hand burned her flesh.  Blood rushed to her ears where his hand connected, warming the area instantly.  Tears stung the backs of her eyes.  She sniffled but wouldn’t acknowledge that he’d hurt her.

“That was for disrespecting a command directly. If you’re a mistress, you’d know better.”  Collin’s tone was more than angry.

It was time to shut down. She had no business in this place with this person unless she was on the giving end of punishment.  Let him get his kicks first and then she’ll leave with her dignity in tact.

She sighed.  “Fine.  Let’s get this over with.”

The man stepped out from her line of sight.  “It’s not something we’re getting over with.  It’s an ongoing thing, training you to be the woman you’re meant to be.”

Her mouth hung open at the sight of him.  He’d removed his cloak and tossed it aside with a whoosh, revealing stomach muscles that were meant for nibbling on while she worked her way up his impressive chest with her mouth until their lips met and she shoved him down to his knees to satisfy her need to subjugate.

He took a step forward.

Jackie looked up and down his frame until their eyes met.

There was definitely something predatory about his gaze that reminded her of an animal on the prowl.

She swallowed the lump in her throat.  This wasn’t going to be easy.  But she would steady her emotions and keep everything in check just like she’d been taught to do growing up. The memory of her mother doing her father’s bidding constantly made for a painful one.  She would not lose the control she had spent so much time mastering.

The snap of fingers near her ear brought her back to reality.

She looked at him.  “Collin why are you—“

Two fingers pressed against her lips.

Jackie stifled the urge to bite his fingers.  Or worse yet, suckle them.

Those same digits traced the curve of her frown and caressed her chin.  “You look so pretty tied up and helpless.  I wonder,” he paused and tapped her forehead.

Jackie made an unladylike noise.

Collin retracted his fingers.  “How angry are we at the betrayal of our body?”

Control.  The word echoed in her mind repeatedly.  Inhaling deeply, Jackie let out a slow breath.  “I’m fine.”

Collin laughed.  “Your eyes betray you. How aroused are we?”

He disappeared from her view.  The press of firm fingers along her spine made her arch her back into the board on which she was bound to, sliding the phallus deeper into her pussy.  The extension pressed against her clit, forcing a small moan from her.  She gritted her teeth.  “I’m not aroused.”

“You lie.”  He didn’t bother to be sweet.

Two slender fingers dipped into the crevice of her ass.

Jackie squirmed only to realize it was futile.  Each movement brought her more in contact with the phallus, plunging it deeper into her and spreading her open.  The stimulator on her clit rubbed harder against her nub sending tiny tremors through her.  She wanted to scream, but kept repeating the word control in her mind.

It seemed to steady her nerves.

Jackie chose to focus on the pounding beat of the music thrumming through her body rather than the fact that he’d just slid his fingers inside her sopping cunt.

“You’re soaked.”  His hand splayed out over her cheeks while his thumb prodded her asshole.

“Fine.”  She rolled her eyes and sighed.  “I’m wet.  What are you going to do? Rape me?”

Collin snorted. “As if I’d have to result to asinine behavior to get laid.”  He pulled his fingers from her.

Her body shook from lack of contact.  Nipples puckered against the soft velvet palate beneath her.  Sweat dripped down her brow into her eyes. Jackie scoffed. She heard a familiar sucking sound.  Her chin rose defiantly.  “What do I taste like?”

“Perfect submission.”  He spoke as though it were a matter of fact.

Jackie smirked.  “What does that taste like?”

Collin stepped in front of her again, setting his hands on his hips.  He fixed his gaze on her, narrowing his eyes.

Jackie couldn’t see the colors of his eyes against the florescence.  She simply saw the two beads and shadowed face.  But she felt his presence.  Powerful like a wolf protecting its pack, he resonated that power in him.

How annoying.

The one thing Jackie prided herself on was her ability to pick out other submissive men.  Collin had approached her as one last week though he’d been at the end of a leash held by a very attractive, full figured brunette.  She held pleasure in her eyes as did he at his disposition.

And now he was lording himself over her like he was a god.

Collin stepped back, his feet padding along the stone floor loud enough in the silence between the songs that she could tell that he wore no shoes.  “Oh well.  Time to begin your new training.”

Thumping bass kicked in a military staccato that reverberated throughout the room and through Jackie’s body.  Those little tremors from the phallus inside her sopping pussy increased.  Her breasts rubbed against the cloth.

She cursed herself and her arousal.

Glaring at Collin, she watched him walk away.  The seductive sway of his hips pulled at something low in her belly.  He retrieved something from the wall and brought it into the light.

Her mouth dropped open.  She saw the huge number of tails on the flogger.

He swung it once through the air and it cut with a loud whoosh.

A chill went up her spine in anticipation of where he’d strike her first.

Collin walked back to her and disappeared from her sight again.

She strained her neck to see him out of the corner of her eye just in time to see the tails of the flogger cut through the air and smash into her ass.

She screamed more from clitoral stimulation than the sting of buffalo hide warming her cheek.

She made an attempt to reach back and rub her ass but the leather dug into her skin, reminding her of her restraints.

The whoosh signaled he’d swung again.

Before she could brace herself, the flogger landed on her thigh.

Heat raced from her thigh outward.

She didn’t get time to recover before Collin brought the flogger down on her ass five more times on the one side.

Panting, tears now stung the backs of her eyes.  This didn’t hurt, she reminded herself.  She was in total control of her body and its responses.

Not him.

The flogger came down on the other side of her ass, catching cold skin and shoving the phallus deep inside her pussy.  “Do you like that?”

She moaned in pleasure and agony.

The tails of the flogger trailed lightly over hot skin.

Tingles raced up her body.

The flogger came down again on her back.

Jackie clenched her teeth, straining not to yell or come. She swore she had more control over her body than this, but the flogger swinging against her ass forced her to clench her muscles together around the phallus.

Her hips arched upwards and down one last time before the sensation that had been building low in her body started to work its way throughout her limbs.

The sound of the flogger hitting the floor alerted Jackie to a change.  Crying out from not getting the release her body so wanted, she strained her neck to see Collin wearing an unmistakable grin.

Clapping his hands together, he walked towards her.  Setting a hand on her thigh, he stroked her warmed flesh.

She shivered.

“Very nice.”  Collin ran a finger lightly up her calf and traced a pattern over the back of her thigh.

She squirmed and tried to arch her hips into his touch, hopeful that he’d plunge his fingers or dick into her wet hole.

His voice dropped a few notches.  “I like that you’re responsive.”

The weight of his upper body pressed against her ass.  The wood table creaked with more contact.  His mouth touched her back, tongue snaking out over her skin to lick beads of sweat from her.

He was warm, almost warmer than the redness in her skin from the flogging.  Hot breath blew over her skin.

Tender lips pressed into her backside.

Jackie shivered against him, pushing her hips up to his mouth.  This relieved some of the pressure against her clit.

Sadly, his hand forced her back down on the phallus.

A scream tore from her throat when orgasm hit.  Her body shook and blood rushed throughout her body down towards her wanton hole.  Lips quivered and thighs trembled with the first wave.  Throwing her head back, Jackie cursed aloud.  Her eyes shut tightly. She dropped her head against the padded leather headrest.

The tremors passed after a moment.  Tension fled from her body but she was still irritated. Glaring up at Collin, she saw the satisfied smirk on his lips. When had he moved?

“I see,” his smile widened, “you’re a slave to your body already.  Good.”

She scoffed.

“Has it been a long time?”  His tone dropped when he spoke.

The oily slickness of his voice caressed her body like a satin sheet, smooth and fluid.

She refused to answer him.

Sucking in a deep breath, Collin exhaled slowly.  Stepping forward, he set a hand on Jackie’s head.

She tried to shake off his touch even though her body wanted more contact.  Control, she whispered again.

Irritated, he grabbed her head harder and yanked her to his gaze. “You will recognize me as master before it’s all over.  But fight if you must.”

Jackie’s eyes widened but she quickly forced a neutral expression over her face. She realized she was overpowered.  Fine, as she said earlier, remain in control and get this over with.  “What do you want from me?”

Turning away from her, Collin walked towards the wall.  “Your utter submission to your true nature.  But,” he spun around on one heel, “you’ll fight me all the way I suppose.  Which is fine.  We’ve got time.”

Jackie wanted nothing more than to scream obscenities at him until she was hoarse but realized it wouldn’t do any good.  Just the mere thought of identifying as a submissive made her sick.  But Collin seemed to have the patience of a saint.

Damn him!

And he’d made her cum too.



Chapter Two


Gritting her teeth, she looked at him angrily.  “I am not a submissive.”

He stepped closer.  An eyebrow rose.  “Oh but you are.  You’re a liar and everyone around you knows it. The fact is Miss Jackie,” he spat the words out with a modicum of blatant disrespect in his tone, “you’re a liar and a submissive in denial.”

Struggling against her bonds, Jackie felt ire rise up in her. Bile burned the back of her throat at the way he’d spoken words she’d ignored for the longest time.  Her father always treated her mother like a submissive.  Submissive women were walked on, stepped on. Door mats.  They were useless, powerless.

Collin bent down so that they were eye to eye.  His lips pursed into a thin line.  His voice was a menacing monotone laced with knowledge of what he spoke.  “Ever stop to think that all that control you hold onto so well is causing you pain?”

“No.  No!”  She shouted the words at him in hopes that he’d hear her when they were only two inches away from each other.  “No damnit no!  I am not a fucking submissive.”

Collin stood up fast and slapped her with the palm of his hand.

The pain registered over her cheek before she realized what he’d done for the second time tonight.  Tears stung the backs of her eyes again and threatened to fall down over her cheeks.  She would not show him fear, nor would she show him tears.  Those were reserved for when she was dead.

And even then it was a stretch to see if she’d cry.

Collin rolled his shoulders and relaxed his stance in front of her.

She had trouble staying focused on him with the tears in her eyes.

He drew in another long breath.  “The hardest lessons for us to learn are usually the ones that are closest to the truth.  I’m going to release you in a moment because I have other things to do than deal with whiny bitches.”  He walked around to her side where the flogger was and picked it up.

Brushing it over her skin lightly, he fluttered the tails over her.

Jackie’s body responded to the softness of the pointed tips by breaking out in goose bumps.  A cold shiver ran through her.

He stood in front of her now, a wild stare in his eyes.

She ground her teeth and glared menacingly at him.

“Submission is not weakness.  I’ve seen how you play with your submissives and you mistreat them, make them beg, bring out their true nature even as you abuse them. And yes,” he knelt down in front of her, his brows knitted together in a straight line, “what you do is abuse.  It may not be rape and torture type of abuse, but it’s only giving them half of what they deserve.”

“They’re not lovers for Christ’s sake.”

“That’s right.”  He gripped her ponytail and yanked her head back.

Jackie’s mouth hung open.

His jaw ticked.  He stared directly at her.  “They’re humans who come to you seeking fulfillment on some level.  And you’re only giving them half the equation.  You’re no better than a whore as far as anyone in the Scene is concerned.  Think about it.”

With that, he dropped her head and spun around on one heel.

“You bastard,” she struggled against the bonds, ire coursing through her at being called a whore. “You fucking coward, come back here and free me.  Then tell me I’m a whore!”

The door behind her opened. “It’s better for you to come find me when you’re ready to begin training and start giving.  You’ll know where to find me.”

He sounded angry. What a fool.  She was the one who had a right to be pissed.  She’d just been called a whore and told that she abuses her submissives. “Fucking asshole!”  She screamed at nobody in particular.

Just like that, the restraints eased.  Blood circulated to her extremities, returning feeling she wasn’t aware she’d lost.  Her skin tingled like a million needles had been pressed into her flesh at various points.

She cried aloud in frustration.

A chill ran through her.  When she felt she could move again, Jackie slid off the table, aware that the phallus had been slicked in her cream.  She knew someone would come in and disinfect the entire room to protect against disease but she almost wished she could do it herself just to busy her mind and chase away the nonsense Collin had left her with.

“Fuck!”  She slid off the table and found her clothes folded in a neat pile by the door.  Skirt, boots, panties, corset and a note had been left atop a towel. Rose petals had been strewn about her clothes and the note.

Touching her thighs, calves and ass, she still felt the intense pain of the flogging she’d endured earlier.  She was still in one piece.  Her breasts begged for attention, nipples still taut from earlier agitation

She glanced back at the table and then down at her clothes.  Heaving a sigh, she straightened her shoulders and struggled to find her pride.

She would not walk out of here a submissive.  Nor would she let anyone see her marked thighs though she knew she’d be sore in the morning.

“Ugh,” she clenched her fists and looked at the floor.  She still had to deal with Collin soon.  They weren’t coworkers but worked in the same vicinity and often crossed paths. Though, neither acknowledged the other except here in the club.

Taking one last look around the room, Jackie leaned against the wall to steady herself.  Picking up the towel, Jackie wrapped it around her, covering her breast and hips.  The towel barely reached the tops of her thighs and if she bent over, the entire world would get a show of her still slick pussy.

A quick shower and several minutes later, Jackie had been dressed and heading back to her estate.  Tomorrow was another day.

She hadn’t bothered to read the note but instead stuffed it inside her duffel bag that housed her numerous toys for club night.

When her head hit the pillow, she passed out from sheer exhaustion of the evening.  Her body hit the softness of her bed like a lead weight. All of the pressure from Collin’s biting words would not keep her up.

No ma’am.

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More Bisexual Erotic Fun

The idea of being bisexual has always been an intriguing one for me.  Fact is, as an erotica writer this scenario gives me more options in the human experience department due to the fact that egos have to be checked, self esteem has to be in place and a certain level of health consciousness kept in mind.  Mostly due to all the potential harm that could occur in an unorganized threeway, though spontaneity is good occasionally.  But I won’t lie, I enjoy my bisexual self as much as I do the part of me that cross dresses and wears ultra feminine lingerie.  Getting these stories out was a little cathartic.  Some are based on fantasy, some on potential reality, others, well you’ll just have to read!

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In  my bisexual erotic romances, usually the one male is either so wounded that he feels unable to continue in a normal relationship and truly seeks the comfort of another pair to manage his head and heart or they manage different aspects of both parts of his character.  There is a need for softness sometimes, and a need for rough sex with saucy nude women who are more than eager to accommodate.  I reserve most menage stories for paranormal romance though.

I thought I’d share another excerpt from Emerald Green, one of the latest stories from Room for One More.  I hope you enjoy! Naomi, Alex and Juan are having some hot sexy fun ;)  Oh, one more thing, Naomi isn’t a stick thin girl, she’s a full figured beauty who knows what she wants.

2nd Excerpt

Juan extended his hand.  “Alex and Naomi?”  He spoke with a slight Spanish flair in his voice.

Alex gripped the other man’s hand, felt rough calluses despite the tender way which he shook hands.  The twinkle in Juan’s eyes resonated deep within Alex in the form of precum oozing from the head of his swollen cock.  He couldn’t wait to feel a pair of lips tightly milk him while he puckered his asshole around Juan’s hardness.

Naomi appeared beside Alex.  “Yeah.  That’s us.  How was your trip here?”

Juan shook Naomi’s hand.  “Not bad.  Care to have a beer together?  Allow me to buy.”

Naomi nodded and tugged at Alex.

The nervousness in his voice steadied with each word he spoke.  “Oh, sure.  Right. Yeah I’m always down for a free beer.”

Nodding, Juan strode back to the bar and ordered three beers from the lovely redhead.  Coming back a moment later, he set the beers down on the table.

Naomi slid one over to Alex and picked up one for herself.

Juan lifted his glass to his lips.  “A local brew is okay?”

Alex couldn’t keep his eyes off the sensual curve of Juan’s mouth.  “Oh yeah.  We prefer local here.”  He took a sip and let the cool liquid wash down his throat while the alcohol steadied his nerves and his resolve.  Juan was more than eye candy.  He was temptation.

And Naomi was the temptress who pushed Alex into his fantasy.

The three exchanged glances before taking equal sips on their beers.  “So,” Juan leaned forward, letting the front of his tank top fall to expose more tanned flesh, “what do you two do?”

Alex watched the way Juan’s lips moved, imagined them kissing him, kissing Naomi.

Scratch that.  He was kinda possessive over Naomi.

But she didn’t mind sharing him.

Naomi answered first.  “I’m a banker.”

Alex leaned back in his seat and rested his arm on the table.  “I manage funds for investors.  You?”

Juan set his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair.  “I’m between jobs right now but I was a flight attendant.  The company I was with had massive layoffs recently.  In two weeks I’ll have another job though.”

Alex nodded.  “That’s good. It’s touch and go with some things.”

Juan took a sip of his beer.

A foot caressed Alex’s jean clad calf.  He looked at Naomi.

She wore her usual pretty smile.

He couldn’t tell from the way her hair threw a shadow over her eyes what she was thinking, but he’d felt her feet on his body enough to know the difference between hers and Juan’s.

The guy moved fast!

Alex stretched his legs, letting himself enjoy the feel of smooth feet caressing him.

Juan scooted closer and ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah it’s tough out there.  But I needed the break anyway.  It’s giving me free time to explore a few things.” He winked.

Taking another drink from his beer, Alex met Juan’s gaze.  “Such as this online board and sex?”

Juan smiled big.  “Yup.  You’d think with me flying around the world I’d have all kinds of sexual experiences but the problem is that I never had time to stop anywhere for more than a few hours at best.  So I’m taking these next few weeks off to explore.”

Chuckling, Alex pointed at Naomi.  “This is a fantasy for me and she forced me to—“

A hand covered his mouth. “What he means to say,” Naomi pinched his side, “is that I got tired of hearing him talk about his fantasy when he’s encouraging me to live more.”

Juan snorted.  “I see.  So what’s your role here, Naomi?”

Alex snickered.

“I’m the girl whose gonna ride him while he’s getting fucked.”

Naomi practically beamed at the thought.

Juan’s smile lit up, reaching his eyes.  “Interesting.  So who orchestrated this meeting?”

Alex shrugged.  “Ultimately I did.  We’ve been emailing since last night. She pushed me,” he motioned with his thumb, “into trying to live a little more.  I apparently don’t get out enough.”

Juan chuckled.  “It sounds like we have more in common than we first thought.” He licked his lips.

Naomi finished her beer and set the glass aside.  Leaning forward, she crossed her arms in front of her.  “Are you interested?”

Juan dropped his chin, setting his gaze on Alex’s.  “Very.”

The heated stare threatened to burrow into Alex’s deepest fantasies, the ones involving more than one man and woman.  Juan could be a gateway, if only Alex would let him. “Then we should adjourn back to my apartment upstairs.”

Juan stood.  The look on his face couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than pure lust.

Alex and Naomi rose at the same time, looking at each other before glancing back at Juan.  “Let’s go.”

Alex took Juan’s hand in one, and Naomi’s in the other. Leading them back outside into the setting sunlight, he stopped to take a better look at Juan.

The Spaniard was more muscled than his picture showed.

He ran a hand though his slicked hair but it fell on both sides of his face, shadowing eyes that held hot passion in them.

Full lips meant for kissing parted.

Setting a hand on Alex’s shoulder, Juan stepped forward.

Their lips met.

Juan’s mouth was pliant but controlling.  He slanted his lips over Alex’s, pressing in softly at first before applying more pressure.

The move surprised Alex but hardened his cock more.  His body tensed, braced for the kiss.  A rough tongue parted his lips, invading his mouth and wandering around to coax Alex into a higher state of arousal.

Slick velvet caressed Alex’s neck.  Naomi, he thought.  Her hands ran up the sides of his arms before pulling him back from Juan’s mouth.

“Upstairs,” she motioned at the few onlookers who stood at the corner.

Shrugging his shoulders, Alex led the way back up to his apartment in silence that spelled out arousal.  Aware of Naomi’s hand on his ass and Juan’s heated stare on that same area made it difficult to walk up the steps without stopping to take what he wanted from Naomi.

Once inside his apartment, Alex flipped on the lights.  “There’s the couch.  Want a drink?”

Nodding, Juan licked his lips.  “Beer if you have it.”

“Sure do,” Alex made his way into the kitchen to grab three beers.  When he returned, he saw Naomi sitting next to Juan on the leather couch, her thigh touching his. Juan had thrown his arm around the back of the couch while Naomi stroked her thighs.

Alex handed them each a beer and sat on the leather recliner next to the couch and stretched his legs out.  He took a pull off his beer and set it down on the table between the couch and recliner.

“So,” he paused.

“So,” Juan scooted a little closer to Alex, “here we are.”

Naomi’s stare met Alex’s.

He licked his lips and took a swig from his beer before setting it down on the table.  He let his arm drape casually over the edge of the chair just within reach of Juan.

Setting a hand on Juan’s thigh, Naomi scooted closer and leaned in.  Inhaling his scent, her lips curved upward in a smile.  She flicked her tongue out to taste his skin.

Juan grinned.

Nerves froze Alex.  He wanted this, wanted Naomi on his cock.  His asshole puckered in sweet anticipation of what would happen if he could just make a move.

Juan moaned.  He reached for Naomi’s thigh.  Turning towards her, he stretched out both legs and slipped off his sandals.  His shorts rode up and bared more tanned flesh.

Alex licked his lips.  Watching Naomi and Juan kiss hardened him further.  The stupid butterflies in his stomach wouldn’t stop fluttering.  Swallowing his fear, Alex decided to do something other than watch his best friend make out with the man who was supposed to fuck him in the ass.

With one foot propped up, Alex shoved the table out of the way.  His eyes remained glued to Naomi’s mouth doing wicked things with Juan’s.

Juan’s hands clutched at her sides, sliding up and down over her clothed body.

She pulled back from the kiss and stared at Alex.

Alex knelt between them and started kissing Naomi’s jean clad thigh.

She laughed. “It’s easier if I strip, silly.”  She reached out and ruffled his hair.

Alex shrugged and sat back on his heels.

Naomi stood, undid the snap and slid the zipper down slowly.  Shoving her pants down her round ass exposed pale yet toned flesh and a black thong that just barely covered her hairless pussy.

Juan and Alex made eye contact and both men seemed to have the same thought.

Alex rose and caught Naomi’s hand.

Juan took her other hand and tugged them both to the couch.  “This will be easier for you, Alex?”

Alex cocked a brow.  “Yeah.”  His mouth curved upward in slow smile. His body hardened at the sight of Naomi’s nearly naked ass.

Naomi centered herself so that each man sat on one side of her.

Alex grabbed her thighs and parted them, raking his nails lightly over her flesh.

Opening her mouth, she shook against his touch.

Juan leaned in and kissed her again, sealing his mouth over hers.

Her eyes widened.

Alex reached for her breast, cupping it, feeling the weight of it in his palm.  Her bosom was just like her ass, heavy, round and firm.  Bending down, he took her shirt covered beat in his mouth and began to suckle while a hand roamed over her belly.

Juan’s hand brushed against Alex’s.

Alex closed his eyes and suckled, soaking the shirt and bra.

Naomi moaned and shifted her weight for comfort and ease of access to her core.

A hand covered Alex’s and laced fingers together.  The grip was soft, feminine.

Another hand brushed over Alex’s thigh.  He opened his eyes to see Juan pulling back from Naomi.

Reaching for the hem of Alex’s shirt, Juan tugged.  “Let’s see you now.” The perfect Spanish accent Juan spoke with made Alex’s blood even hotter.

Arching a brow, Alex lifted his shirt off.  Both Juan and Naomi now faced him.

Naomi leaned forward and pressed her lips against Alex’s mouth.

He inhaled the scent of beer and her shampoo along with the undertones of rich masculinity that was Juan.

Limbs shifted and straddled both Naomi and Alex before a mouth locked onto a nipple.

Alex sucked in a breath.

He peered down to see Juan’s mouth working his nipple into a tight peak.  Electricity flowed between the two men from the way Juan’s mouth sucked him.

A hand moved down over his stomach and to the top of his jeans.  The button came undone and the zipper slid down, freeing his cock.

“Just like I told you, no boxers.  Good boy.”  Naomi’s lips hovered just millimeters from Alex’s.

He nodded.  Pausing, he watched her hand snake into his jeans to retrieve his throbbing cock. “You like this, Juan?”

Juan popped the nipple out of his mouth and continued trailing kisses down Alex’s stomach.

Intense heat raced through Alex.  Then Juan’s mouth sealed over the head of Alex’s cock.

Alex hissed in response.

Juan slid more of him into his mouth, pulling him out slowly.

Lifting his hips, Alex let Naomi help slide his jeans down around his calves.  “Silly, you need to get rid of your shoes.”

Juan made sucking sounds on Alex’s cock.

The warmth from his mouth burned Alex’s skin, made his balls draw up against his body.

Juan popped the head of Alex’s dick out of his mouth and gripped it with one hand.  Pumping him, he flicked his tongue over the swollen head.

Alex jerked his hips upward in response and focused so much on Juan’s actions that he barely heard his shoes being thrown across the room.  Shifting himself, he spread his legs.

Juan slid in between them, reaching with one hand to cup Alex’s balls.  “Your cock is more beautiful than the pictures.”

Naomi slid beside Alex. Flicking her tongue over his earlobe, she moaned and swirled her tongue around him.

A groan escaped his mouth while he clenched his fists from the pleasure that Juan was giving him.

Two fingers slid between Alex’s cheeks and pushed against his puckering asshole.

Letting out a breath, Alex relaxed his muscles.  Sensations flooded his system from Juan’s mouth sucking his cock and Naomi’s lips trailing fiery kisses down his neck.

She took a nipple in her mouth.

Alex jerked, bucking against Juan.  He looked down to see Juan smiling.

“You taste sweet.”

Their eyes met.  The room began to fill with the scent of sex, musky and pungent.  Alex spread himself open even further, stretching his legs out.

Juan dipped his head between Alex’s cheeks and licked around his asshole.

Another moan came from Alex.  The squishy feel of the tongue snaking around his sensitive asshole sent spasms through him.  His cock quivered.

Fingers tightened around his shaft.  The tongue plunged inside his asshole, snaking around before pressing up against the delicate area of Alex’s prostate.

Fighting the urge to close his legs around Juan’s head, Alex turned his concentration back to Naomi.

Her mouth fell on his, crushing her lips against him. Her tongue mimicked Juan’s inside Alex’s mouth, tasting, exploring.  Stroking his.

Another hand joined Juan’s on Alex’s throbbing cock.  The two pumped him, licked and fucked him with their tongues until his cock was slicked with precum.

Juan pulled away from Alex and rose to his full height.  He pulled off his tank top, exposing firm muscles and more tawny colored skin.

Alex and Naomi broke from their kiss to watch the ripple of Juan’s six pack when he moved or bent one way or the other.  A hand reached for his shorts and undid the snap.

The shorts fell to the ground in a pool around Juan’s feet. Stepping out of them, he took his cock in hand and stroked himself.  “Do you want to feel me?”

Alex could only nod.

Naomi bent down and took Alex’s cock in her mouth.

Breath caught in his throat from Naomi’s hot lips gripping him.

He dug his fingers in her hair and massaged her scalp while enjoying the feel of her wet heat over his rock hard erection.

Naomi stretched out over the couch so that she lay across Alex’s lap while sucking him off.

Juan stepped forward.

Alex leaned, mouth open and salivating.  He put his lips around the bulbous head of Juan’s prick.  He tasted just as dusty as Alex imagined.  Silky and soft, brown and thick with a reddish head, Juan’s cut cock was more than a mouthful for Alex.

Taking the man in deeper, he wondered how he would feel buried in his ass.

Juan gave a nudge with his hips, forcing his cock deeper into Alex’s mouth.

Alex coughed around the thickness in his mouth, but let his jaw relax.  With one hand, he cupped Juan’s balls and tugged.

Juan groaned in response.

Naomi hummed on Alex’s cock.

Vibrations buzzed along Alex’s shaft that went straight to his balls.  His fingers tugged Naomi’s hair.

She slurped and licked up and down his rod with eagerness that had him panting even as he took more of Juan’s cock in his mouth.

Juan set a hand on his hip and another at the back of Alex’s head.  He began pumping into Alex’s mouth.  “You’re so hot Alex.  So. Fucking.  Hot.”

Alex groaned, tugging harder on Juan’s balls.  Something cold pressed against his asshole.

He peered down to see Naomi and found her fingers working slick lubricant into his asshole.  Her nails brushed against the tender skin with ease.  She inserted a third finger.

Letting out a sigh, Alex scooted his ass towards the edge of the couch to give Naomi better access.

Sliding her fingers in deeper, she worked him while she sucked him.

Grunting, Alex rolled his tongue around Juan’s shaft.  He flicked it over the thick head, tasting deliciously salty precum.  He pumped the man with his mouth more, hoping for more to swallow.

Juan didn’t disappoint. Jerking his hips into Alex’s mouth, he bucked and swore in his native tongue before pulling away from Alex.  Hair matted his sweat covered brow.  He ran a hand through his curls, brushing them back from his face.

Alex read the desire loud and clear in Juan.  He turned to see Naomi playing with a trail of precum from the tip of Alex’s cock.

Licking her fingers, she smacked her lips together.  “I love this stuff And he’s right, you taste sweet.”

Alex chuckled but stopped short when the head of Juan’s cock bumped against his asshole.

Naomi moved back just a few inches and grabbed a beer off the table beside the couch.  She took a sip and set the bottle down.  “This is going to be fun, Alex.  Just like you wanted.”

Alex shot her a wry grin.

Squatting down, Juan took his hard cock and rubbed it around Alex’s asshole, smearing it with his own precum.

Naomi handed him a condom.  Her voice dropped a few notches. “We’ll look at bareback as an option once this becomes a regular thing.”

Standing upright, Juan wiped a hand across his brow.  Taking the foil packet, he tore it open and sheathed himself.  Pumping his dick faster, he squatted down, gently pushing the head of his cock into Alex’s asshole.

Alex clutched his cheeks and spread himself open.  Looking down the line of his body to see his throbbing cock hot and heavy while the other man worked himself inside was a hot sight!

Naomi nudged Alex, biting at his lower lip.

He groaned into her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

She continued kissing, playing with his mouth with her tongue.

Suckling her lips, tongue, he bit at her chin.

Slowly, pleasurable pain raced through his body.  His cock hardened even more, becoming a painful throbbing that needed to be buried inside Naomi’s mouth.

Juan sank his steel hard shaft into Alex with a grunt.  “Balls deep.  And you’re so damn tight!”  Slowly, he withdrew and plunged in once again.

The slickness of Alex’s asshole helped him to accommodate Juan’s girth.  The man’s balls slapped gently against Alex’s asshole, stimulating him.

Pleasure built a spiral deep within Alex’s stomach.  Juan gripped his cock and pumped him a few times, sending more waves of ecstasy throughout his body.

“Let me,” Naomi took Alex’s cock and sank it between her lips.  Sucking hard, fast, she took all of him in, swirling her tongue around his shaft and head while keeping her eyes fixed on Alex’s.

Alex shifted, squeezing the thick prick within his ass when Juan withdrew.  Both men grunted in unison while Juan began to rhythmically stroke in and out.

Gripping Alex’s thighs, he spread them farther apart and pushed himself in deeper.

The feel of his cock brushing against his prostate made Alex almost see stars.

Naomi moved out of the way.  Sitting upright, she trailed a finger down Alex’s cheek.  Narrowing her eyes, she spoke, lowering her voice even further.  “I want on that ride, Alex.”

He didn’t have to be asked twice.

Juan pulled out and stepped back.  “I think the best way to do this would be if you rode Naomi and I fucked your sweet ass from behind.”

Alex nodded.  “I can do that.  Floor?”

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