Happy Holidays from The Bad Boy of Romance

STUCK CoverOfficially, the 17th is my last day in the office for the year for both editing and writing.  I have no desire to do much but read and hang out, catch up on cleaning and chores that have been piling up.  It’s been a long year, not a bad one, but a busy one.

Year in Recap: Taught Male POV for CalWriters Berkeley LIVE for the first time

Frolicon – back to back panels on Saturday, hanging with Cecilia Tan, LaDonna Allison and Barefoot Bill, (smoking on their porch at night talking to LaDonna!)  Also, the Cigar Herf!
DragonCON 2012 – more appearances, more  panels, more Sascha, and more cigar herfing!
New covers posted below!
TesseracT -  Those who followed my journey writing Paula’s Craving understand.
The Gathering – New Album called Disclosure makes me think of a certain Moldovan Pen Pal…we’ve talked more lately.  It’s good to have a reminder of who I am.
Releases, “Treasure’s Gift” “Menage Bound“, “Stuck” and “Dark Sensualities“
All the RWA Classes I’ve taught this year, thank you each and every one of you!
My agents of awesomeness, for pulling me off the cliff when I was about to jump – Saritza and Marisa.
My Publicist Deborah Riley Magnus
Mary Hardin-Moore – you’re one simply hell of a fan.
Melissa, you’re awesome sauce.  Thank you for all you do for me at DragonCON
My beta readers, old, new, up coming
TreasuresGiftFinalMedMy publishers
New opportunities
Romily.
Ditter baby!
Waking up every day
I think I reconnected with a part of me I’d buried both as an author and a person.

Bad things -

Fun with coumadin and alcohol: November’s hospital trip
Fun trying to catch a bus and only running maybe 200 meters, resulting in a hospital trip because I’m BACK in goddamn Afib.
Because of a careless asshole from PG&E, I was walking home one night and tripped on a grate, shoving most of my left leg through the tiny circle.  I’m still bruised.
The closing of Grants Tobacconist – This is important because it’s a historical landmark AND I spent a LOT of downtime there.  Thanks for the memories, guys.
Misunderstandings that led to another cliff I almost launched myself from
Waking up every day since the last hospital trip and not knowing what I’m getting up for or why.

Looks like overall the good outweighed the bad.  It tends to do that honestly.  Yeah, some things conflict, oh well. That’s life.

Now, an excerpt for the holidays  from Her Shelter -  An Alexandria Rayne treat

“Damnit!”
A few moments later, Reinhold made his way downstairs, dressed sans collar. He wanted to make a statement to Crissy. He was not to be taken lightly. He was a wolf.
She was a human. Powerful or not, she was the weaker one.
Moments later, he leaned against the granite countertop, sipping a cup of coffee before pouring his owner one. Smelling Crissy’s scent mixed in with the peppery aroma of the winter outside, he picked up the cup of coffee and blew on it, letting the steam waft towards his face. Crissy came in through the swinging doors, her lips pursed in a thin line. Dressed in black hip-hugging jeans, black socks and a grey shirt that had a large skull across her breasts, she wore her hair tied back. It was still damp like his.
Picking up the cup of coffee, he handed it to her.
She accepted it without a word. Taking a long sip, she set the cup down on the countertop and looked him in the eye.
For a minute, neither said a word. Their gazes locked with him feeling the intensity of her stare. Goddess, how he thought her eyes were the most beautiful he’d ever seen. darksens_sascha_2She’d

hidden so much of herself from him in the last several weeks since they’d been together, yet he picked up everything unspoken because she couldn’t look at him without giving a part of herself away.
“Is my collar not good enough for you?” She interrupted the silence.
Lifting his head, his eyes widened. “It’s fine.”
“Then why aren’t you wearing it?” She tapped her neck.
“It needed to dry. And you need—” He stopped. Closing his eyes, he searched for the words. Inhaling her scent, he picked up on the addition of cayenne. She was clearly annoyed with him.
“I need what, Reinhold?”
He opened his eyes to see her arms folded across her chest.
Returning to his coffee, he said nothing.
She stepped forward and put a finger in his chest. “What do I need?”
“Skip it,” he growled in response. The wolf inside of him let his ears lay flat across his head, a show of annoyance.
“No,” she argued. “What is it you so desperately think I need that you’d mention it not once, but twice? Tell me. I’d like to know.” She stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest again.
Looking down the line of her body, he resisted the urge to lick his lips in front of her. Reinhold didn’t want her having any advantage over him now. His body was already begging for another taste of hers, another touch, another kiss. His heart ached at the lack of contact but he mentally told himself to shut the fuck up.
“I’m waiting.” She tapped her foot.
Reinhold met her gaze. Something flashed in her eyes that looked like sorrow or some other sad emotion. Suddenly, it clicked in his mind. Crissy was scared and feeling a little protective. He wasn’t sure why, but her actions no longer seemed assholish. They reminded him of his own defensive manoeuvres.
He cleared his throat. “You’re—” He stopped, studying her. She stood with her shoulders back, breasts jutting forward and her chin out. The challenging glare in her eyes sparked the attention of the wolf inside him.

Still, Reinhold tamped the beast down. If he was to be a successful alpha, he would have to stop going off on people as though they were stupid.
Crissy wasn’t stupid. She just acted that way as a defensive move.
“I’m what?” She tilted her head to one side.
“You’re beautiful,” he spoke in a low tone. Reaching for her hair, he touched her, the soft strands slipping through his fingers.
An eyebrow rose. “I didn’t expect that.” Her voice was gravelly, diffused.
“What did you expect?” Reinhold sipped his coffee, smiling as he looked over the rim of his mug at her.
“I expected to be told what a bitch I’ve been. Not that I care, but it’s what everyone says.”
He smirked. “Even your sisters?”
Crissy nodded. “Yeah. Well, not in so many words. Lynne thinks I need to open up and get out more. She thinks I lack contact with others. I told her others bore me. Others do not thrill me.”
“You want someone dangerous and exciting, don’t you?”
She smiled. “Yeah,” she let the word drag on as a smile crept up her face.
“It’s why you want me.”
She frowned.
Setting his cup down on the counter, he took hers from her and poured another cup for her. “Why the frown?”
“I don’t like being analysed.” She spoke matter-of-factly.
He snickered. “Fine. Let’s play twenty questions then.”
She grinned, her lips turning upwards into a smile that actually made his heart flutter. “You’re cute.”
“Question one, why the attitude problem?”
“See?” She set a hand on her hip. “Already a bad start.”
He shot her a wry grin. “Masochistic tendencies?”
She sipped her coffee and smiled. “Yup, you’re cute.”

“You love it.” His smile was sincere. Reinhold licked his lips and took a step closer. Determined to get what he wanted, a physical release, he made sure to keep his posture somewhat submissive.
“Next question?”
“Why do you always insist on making me submit? It’s against my nature as a wolf.” He touched her shoulder.
She flinched. A moment later, she eased into his hand. “Because you’re mine. All wolves are mine and will submit to me.”
“Hmm.” He bent over her, scenting for arousal. “I could kill you though. If I let my human form drop in mid-fuck, the pain would tear you apart.”
“I’m pretty resistant that way.” She smirked.
“True.” He nodded. “But you hope I’d never do that to you. Doubt is always in the back of your mind. Isn’t it?”
“Is that question three?” she frowned.
His lips hung just in front of hers. He smelled the coffee, rich black cocoa mixed in with her natural aromas. Gone were the spicy scents from earlier which had been replaced by roses. “Odd, you smell of roses.”
A blonde eyebrow rose. “I do?”
His tongue darted out over her lips. A hand cupped her shoulder and pulled her closer. “Yes. You do.” He purposely let his canines extend.
She jerked back, but the defiant gaze in her eyes reappeared. “You’re trying to frighten me?”
A smile crept over his lips. He shook his head. “Why would I do that? I’m trying to seduce you.” His voice dropped a notch. Fangs in his mouth lengthened.
Her hands went to his sides. Sliding up the length of his body, she captured his face in her hands and pressed her lips into his.
Reinhold tasted the coffee along with her supple lips.
Nibbling on his lower lip, she suckled and flicked her tongue over the contours of his mouth before pulling back from the kiss.
He made a noise and let his fingers tangle in her baby fine hair. Grabbing a handful, he tugged her mouth away and dragged his teeth along the smooth edge of her jaw, making sure to nip and nibble frequently.
Her body shuddered against his, crushing her breasts into his chest. Her fingers held his head firmly as her mouth worked a trail of kisses up his neck and to his mouth.
Pulling away, Reinhold cocked his head to one side.
“What’s the matter, no longer feeling like the aggressor?” Her voice was a faint whisper.
Snickering, Reinhold shook his head before advancing for another kiss. “No,” he muttered against her mouth, smelling the faint traces of her musky arousal. “Waiting and observing.”
“For what?” Her mouth continued a sensual assault on his, her tongue thrusting past his lips.
Suckling on her tongue, he let her explore his mouth, his body hardening against hers. He’d been letting her control the kiss he’d initiated. Her tongue wrestled his for control until her hands slid down his body, cupping his swollen prick through his jeans. He wanted this, wanted her. But…
He had to wait.
He broke from the kiss. “Impatient, Mistress?”
Panting, Crissy shook her head. “No. Just making sure you’re not trying to top from the bottom again. You’re fun. That shit’s cute with my sister but not with me.” She gave him a grin and turned on her heels to leave. Walking out of the kitchen, she stopped at the door. “And remember, that’s my cock and you’re not to lay a hand on it unless I say so.” With that, she pushed through the door and walked away.
“Damnit!”
At least he’d made her smile and break away from that damned stolid image she’d always put out, even if it was just momentarily.
She’d poked her head back through the door. “One more thing, Reinhold?”
“Yes?” He looked up.
“If you want my collar back, I suggest you do something to earn it, young pup. Bye!” She slipped through the door and was gone.
His mouth dropped. “Lynne didn’t do that! It’s not fair!” Of course, he hadn’t received Lynne’s collar yet. Doubt that he would earn such a treasure filled his mind.
He heard her whistling a tune before footsteps sounded on the stairs.
“Fuck.”
Without his collar, he was just a submissive, not belonging to someone. What the fuck did that matter though? He was a wolf, they didn’t belong. They owned. They conquered,
Fuck the D/s aspect of their relationship. Reinhold knew it had to be that wolves were a gift to the sisters from Diana, but he didn’t have to like it.
Still, the burning pit in his stomach let him know he’d fucked up. Crissy had been the first to offer, but he stupidly forgot to put it back on after he finished his shower. Well, to be honest he didn’t forget. The gesture was done deliberately to spite Mistress Crissy.
The fact was that he was a wolf. He was never a bottom. He was a wolf who had control stripped from him at a young age. Memories of a rough childhood filled his mind, the beatings when others thought he was the weak member of the pack.
In his teenage years, he proved them wrong but was repeatedly told he’d become too aggressive.
When he entered the business world, he’d made sure to study the habits of successful humans. Those humans kept their emotions in check no matter what the perception of others. Those in power were in power for a reason.
Quite simply, they believed they were in power.
He scoffed. Wolves and humans were not so different after all. The realisation that Crissy had offered a piece of herself to him struck him in the gut with enough force to knock the wind out of him. Annoyed that he was actually fighting his baser instinct with his human one, Reinhold spun around and glanced out the window. Snowfall had dusted the tree tops and ground. The strong pull of the forest called to him. So did the call of Diana’s bond with the sisters, the bond that was ultimately a human one.
Clenching his fists, he stormed out of the kitchen. He had to apologise. Had to—
Stopping in his tracks, he realised he had to do something else other than apologise.
Reinhold had to beg his mistress for her collar.
A thousand more thoughts flew through his head. He didn’t know she was offering a permanent collar. Didn’t realise he was never to take it off. He even thought that he could tell her that she made him so hot and bothered that he simply forgot to put it back on after his shower, but ultimately the mistake was his. He’d simply taken the gesture for granted.
It wasn’t hard to do. She did tend to come off as callous and unfeeling much of the time he’d spent with her.
Was that enough to make him miss the grand gesture?
He lowered his head. He didn’t know.
Whatever she’d make him do to earn his collar would be way worse than him having to eat his own cum out of her sweet, delicious pussy.
“Fuck.” He set a hand on the door frame. “Fuck, fuck and more fuck!”

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According To Ditter: Male Romance Authors…Thoughts?

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Teaser Thursday – Wolf Magic

photo belongs to original author, not mine

 

When I created the characters for my Opeth Pack Saga, the first story was what called to me first.  I had a young punk who desperately wanted to rebel against everything he was taught, though he had no idea why.  This became Marco, a trouble maker the Pack Elders sent to America, (well dumped him there anyway) as prophecy dictated he wasn’t in the right head space to achieve goals needed for his pack.

Enter Selene, former pack witch and woman who is fed up with the pack bullshit.  Her disappearance angered the Elders but she remained loosely tied to the Opeth pack anyway.

How about a sexy excerpt?

 

Marco woke and groaned. He finally opened his eyes and winced
at the throbbing in his head. He surveyed his surroundings. To his
right was a cherry wood bookcase filled with books on two levels and
the top level held a few pieces of clay pottery. Through the window,
he could see the purple hue of the sun on the horizon.
Apparently, it was almost dusk. The thin white curtains covering
the window let in just enough light to accent the color of finish on the
round table.
Marco sniffed the air, and sneezed. That damned floral scent was
heavy. His head throbbed from the intensity.
“Bless you,” a feminine voice rang out from behind him.
Marco stared at the redhead standing before him. Dressed in a dark
blue velvet long sleeved shirt and skintight blue jeans, she walked
closer swaying her hips. He lay splayed out on the plush white couch.
She stood over him her fiery red hair was pulled back in a ponytail
that swished around her hips. His body reacted by tingling; the beast
inside him would have howled if it were out.
“How did I get here?”
“You kissed me, and I had my knockout lipstick on. You fainted.
You do look yummy for a young pup,” she purred.
Marco licked his lips.
“So, what’d you do to get this punishment from the elders?”
Marco sat up. “What’s it to you?”
“Easy there, big boy. I’m here to help.”
She took a seat beside him, crossing those luscious thighs. He
couldn’t stay defensive when confronted with her body. Smiling at
her bare feet, Marco licked his lips.
“Cute,” he pointed at her glittery green toenail polish.
“Thanks. I try.”
“So, what am I doing here?”
“I’m helping your pack watch over you for the first month of your
banishment.”
“How’d I get that lucky?”
“Let’s just say they owe me.”
Leaning back against the soft cushion, Marco sighed. Running a
hand through his hair, he realized it was still dirty. “Could I get—”
“Shower’s down the hall and to your left.”
“Thanks.” Marco didn’t acknowledge the feeling of a little probe
inside his head, saying instead. “How’d you know?”
“I have my ways. Besides, as cute as you are for a young pup, you
smell of trash. Why the hell they had to throw you in that alleyway
for me to find is beyond me. What’d you do?”
“Tell me your name first.”
“Selene.”
Marco sniffed the air, the scent of daisies stood out, among other
things. “You want me, don’t you?” he asked, easily recognizing the
scent of her arousal.
“Get in the shower, boy.” Selene licked her lips.
Turning around, Marco felt a hand shove him down the hallway.
“Hey,” he protested but was shoved past off-white walls with a few
pictures he didn’t stop to look at.
Her slender arm pushed beneath his, opening the wooden door in
front of him. Light spilled onto a lavish purple rug that sat on gray
tile.
“You’re very well to do,” he muttered before his vest was yanked
off his shoulders and tossed aside.
“Look, lady I can undress myself.” Marco spun around to face her.
Who did she think she was, undressing him as though he were still a
pup?
Her mouth plundered his. Her soft lips melted his rough edges and
he let it happen. Suddenly he didn’t care that he was being ordered
around. In fact, he rather liked it because it was her, Selene.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he easily hoisted her onto the
black countertop. Marco felt her thighs circling around his waist,
pulling him into her. “I’m not gonna pass out again, am I?”
“That depends, if I’m too hot for you or not.”
Feeling her breath against his skin when she giggled, he arched his
hips toward hers. “Oh, we’ll see,” he promised.
Grinding his hips harder, he felt her lips vibrate against his ear. She
purred, making the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge. Her
fingers gripped a patch of hair and forced his head to hers, their lips
pressing against each other so hard, she forced a breath from Marco.
Her strength surprised him.
“Wolf, take these off.” It was a command she growled against his
neck as he felt her tug his jeans. His heart began racing when he felt
her hand snaking down his stomach.
“You’re hard.”
“You’re quick.”
Throwing her head back, she pressed her breasts against his chest.
Marco cupped them through the thick material of her top, squeezing.
She moaned, when his thumbs circled her nipples into tiny peaks.
A hand ripped open the snap of his jeans, yanking down his zipper.
“No boxers? Nice,” she purred and licked his lower lip.
He bit at her tongue catching it between his lips – a little game. He
made quick work of her shirt then unhooked her bra and helped slide
it down her arms while below his cock sprang free. The bulbous head
bobbed proudly against her jean-clad thigh.
“Shower, now.” Two hands forced him away.
With his pants falling around his ankles, Marco spun around and
stumbled over his pants before kicking them free. Nearly falling in the
shower, he grabbed the curtain rod, shoving the large purple shower
curtain aside to reveal black tile.
He felt the sharp crack of her hand across his backside. The slap
echoed off the tiled walls. Stinging pain raced through his body from
his ass.
“Ouch!” He looked back to see Selene grinning.
“Shower,” she repeated.
Marco climbed in the black tub and switched on the faucet. The
stinging cold blast of water hit him in the face. Yet through it he
watched Selene undo the snap on her blue jeans. His jaw dropped.
She shoved the jeans and white panties down to reveal a smooth,
hairless beauty with plump lips. How he wanted to sink his tongue
between them! His cock ached to be inside her.
Reaching out, he gently touched her round stomach. Even with his
bumbling strength, he managed to caress her.
She moved his hand from her stomach and took a step toward him.
She looked radiant, standing before him with her hair pulled back,
lustfully bright flames dancing in her eyes. Tugging the hair tie free,
she whipped her ponytail around, freeing the mass of hair so it flowed
around her shoulders. Long, thick locks blanketed her pale skin,
except for her pert nipples.
His mouth watered. Those glazed over sea-green eyes staring into
his, said plenty. She was a female in heat. Selene’s buxom breasts
bobbed with each inhaled breath and she went willingly when he
pulled her into the bathtub and crushed their bodies together. Their
lips locked and water sluiced over them. He felt her heat instantly.
Flames danced over his skin, eager for her to engulf him.
“I’m dying to be inside of you.” His voice was a low growl.
“Not yet, lover,” she whispered, puckering her lips for a kiss.
Her moist red lips burned his flesh, trailing kisses of hot fire down
his torso while sharp teeth nibbled his skin. Marco, arching against
her mouth, felt his cock throb against her breasts. Hot kisses ignited
his body, made him harder. Sweat formed on his brow and he gasped
with each touch.
Her breasts crushing against him, her mouth assaulting his body
sent his senses spinning out of control. Her lips touched, she bit and
sucked his most delicate flesh, making Marco groan in pleasure. His
hands caressed her smooth shoulders, gripping handfuls of her
soaking wet mane. Tugging her lips from his chest, he plundered her
mouth with his, taking control of the kiss, taking control of her,
driving his tongue between her lips.
The temperature of the water had changed, heating things up more.
“You’re trying to dominate me?” Selene threw her head back in
laughter but Marco’s lips sank into her neck, sucking her skin. Her
fingernails raced along his spine to send shivers even as hot water
splashed against his back.
“Yes,” he muttered.
“Fat chance,” Selene pushed him away.
Her slender fingers clutched his cock and Marco growled, the
pleasure driving him wild.
“Do you feel powerful holding such a large cock in your tiny
hands?”
Selene nodded, quivering as his fingers slid inside her, his hand
pressed against her sex. Her heat scorched him, searing his fingers.
Her molten core was ready and waiting for him.
“Give yourself to me,” he growled.
“Not yet.” Selene nibbled his ear, her tongue trailing down over his
neck in circles.
“Why?”
“Anticipation, wolf.”
“I don’t like waiting.”
“I know,” she grinned. “You’ll wait. And you’ll like it.”
Shuddering at his touch, she gripped his body tighter, her
fingernails digging into his skin. “Oh, tease … me.”
Her fingers massaged his hair which sent shivers racing through
him.
His fingers swirled around her pussy and he savored her moans and
shudders. She was wound tight, her pussy a burning entrance for his
cold steel cock.
He stopped and stepped away from her. He could tease too.
“What about protection?”
“We don’t need it. I’m too old to conceive. Now,” she stepped
forward.
Their eyes met.
“What?” He backed away from her with a sheepish grin on his face.
“Fuck me, wolf!”

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Weekly Roundup

It’s been a busy week as usual.   Editing duties are kicking my ass, worst yet, it’s MY OWN project!  I forgot how many times I used the lame phrase “the fact that…”

Damn, but Covenant of Wolves 1: Stalker(Dub Mix) will be better because of my alterations and edits!  And I”ve already figured out how to strengthen parts of the romance to make the book more in line with something Marisa can sell.  I’m pretty thrilled, it’ll probably take me roughly a month to get it done the way it SHOULD be, and still one more potential round of edits after that.  I’m letting this story rest for a few more days while I work on other projects.

Torn to Pieces, formerly known as Iolite’s Ritual is being reworked and submitted to Ellora’s Cave for their Hex Appeal line.  YOu can blame Dawn Montgomery for that one.

I’ve been spending time at According to Ditter on Facebook, rousing the ladies there with excerpts, sex appeal and hot stories!

I stopped in at You Gotta Read Reviews for a brief interview.

Sure I had more shit going on, but basically it’s just been keeping my head down while I write/edit.

Oh, we’re almost at the 10k mark with Saint in Sinner’s Eyes.  I should get another few thousand words in today and this weekend, we’ll see.  The tough part is that the weather’s been pretty nice in California, except for the last two or three days . In fact, it’s pimpe smoking weather today.  Cold, gray, but still better weather than if E. L. James wrote it in 50 Shades… (milk that shit yo!)

Guess I need to back up my claim about better stories…so here’s an excerpt from I Will Submit to You, Master:

In this scene, Mistress Jackie has just found out that her best friend Julie and the man who forced Jackie’s submission were a couple, and that Master Collin required Jackie’s submission in order to repay a small debt.

Laughter floated through the air. “Relax Jonathan.  This is a hands off woman.  Besides, she’s not your type.”

He cocked a brow.  “Really?”

Jackie smirked. Looking at Julie’s pretty face was deceitful.  “Just what is my type, Mistress?”

More laughter.  “This one’s a bit…mean shall we say.”  Julie made her way down the stairs, walking with the grace any lady of power would exhibit.  Her dress fit her perfectly, emphasizing her curves despite the fact that she only stood 5’4.  Her short cropped hair had been dyed a deeper shade of blood red that brought out the sea green of her eyes and made her look almost dead if it weren’t for the blue veins that ran along her arms.

Jonathan set a hand on his hip.  “I’m not mean. I just prefer to use my toys the way they were meant to be used.  With full conviction that I can’t break them physically.”  He smiled.

He was full of himself too.  Great.  Where had she seen that cockiness?

It didn’t come across as typical top syndrome.

Julie slithered up beside Jonathan and slid an arm around his waist. “Yes, you break them and then they come to me crying.  So sad.”  She threw her head back and put her arm on her forehead for dramatic effect.

Jackie felt ire replacing the fear she had earlier.  Narrowing her gaze at Julie, she dismissed the scrumptious Jonathan with a wave.

Julie set a hand on her hip and titled her head.  “What, now we can’t have a little fun?”

Looking down at the smaller woman, Jackie stiffened when she realized where she knew Jonathan from.

Gritting her teeth, she glared at Jonathan “Your brother is an asshole.”

Jonathan chuckled.  “That he is.  But he makes up for it with charm and a mighty good control over a bullwhip.”

Julie shoved Jonathan aside.  “Get going you big dork.”

With a snicker, Jonathan headed towards the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow and check on things with that other client.  Lord knows he’ll need some counseling after your planned session.”

Julie smirked.

“What the hell was that all about?”

Julie’s green eyes returned to Jackie.  “Not only am I a pro dominatrix, I mentor others who have come from abusive BDSM relationships and wish to remain in the lifestyle.  Tomorrow I have a client who is former Special Ops that needs to be reintroduced into civilian life after a particularly horrible stint in Afghanistan.  Because he’s military, I’m not charging.  I am getting my price though, don’t worry.”

Jackie groaned.

“Everything in this world has a price, my dear.  Everything.  Finding out what that price is, is the fun part.  Extracting it is even more fun.”  She offered a wicked grin.

Jackie knew what fun could be had at the expense of others, but her job as a Dominant was to make men serve and satisfy her.

Sometimes women did the same thing too.  But Jackie hated subjugating females to the shit men wanted, believing women were the far superior gender.

They had to be.  Otherwise her mother wouldn’t have escaped her ex husband and outsmarted him by capitalizing on his habitual visits to a female dominant.

She’d lured the man with a PHD into her web, caught him in it, tangled him and tortured him as only a vicious dominant woman could, then killed him and made it look like an accident.

Then she took her own life, leaving Jackie to fend for herself and with the lesson that submission was weak.

Yet here she was, submitting to Julie in order to get a damn hole in the wall fixed.

She had to be out of her fucking mind.

Jackie set hand on her hip.  “So what is your price from me?”

Julie grinned.  “That’s yet to be determined other than the fact that you’re submitting.  And yes, Collin will be involved.  He’s my husband.”

What?  Fury sent heat up her cheeks. With clenched teeth and fists, Jackie turned on her heel, spinning around so fast that her hair whipped her in the face and headed towards the door, one heel clicking against the marbled floor before an arm grabbed her by the elbow.

Julie snorted.  “You can leave now, but I think you’d prefer to see this out.”

Ice filled her veins.  Jackie spat out the words in a vehement tone.  “You never told me you two were married. When did this happen?”

Julie ran a hand through her hair, ruffling it and scratching the back of her head.  “About a year ago.  We’ve kept it quiet because many in the community have trouble understanding that two dominants marry, keep an open relationship and are honest with each other. Our secrets, including this, are jus that.”

Lowering her eyes at Julie, Jackie pursed her lips together.  She waited a breath, crossed her arms over her chest and stared into the indescribable visage that was supposedly her friend’s face.

The flash of annoyance registered in Julie’s sea green eyes.

Stiffening, Jackie slowly turned to face Julie. “What’s in it for me?”

Throwing her head back in laughter, Julie set a hand on her curvy hip.  “First off, fixing that hole in the wall I know you’re agonizing over, and that window too.  Also, aren’t you curious to see what makes Collin tick?”

Jackie didn’t respond.  She had better things to care about than that stupid brute alpha male that thought he could put her in her place beneath his very delectable boot.

Julie turned up her chin.  “Look, you came out here.  You must be curious.”

Exhaling a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, Jackie ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair.  “Fine.  But—“

Two fingers pressed over her lips. “There is no but. Remember, you’re submitting ultimately to me. Even Collin would have to mind my rules, and you know about my rules.”  She winked for emphasis.

Those rules she did know very well.  She’d seen other men bend to her will or be thrown out of her presence just by their mere disobedience.  Many came groveling back.  Only a few didn’t.  Those men were never seen at the club again.

A perfectly sculpted eyebrow rose.  “You know my first rule.  All the way and my way or no way at all.”

Her staunch tone irritated Jackie.  Yet she did indeed know the first rule. They’d spent time talking about it over the phone years ago.  Collin was the new variable here.  He was the one with the problem, not Julie.

Jackie set a hand on her hip, “I’m assuming this is just for kicks and giggles?”

Shaking her head, she looked directly at Jackie.  She spoke with conviction.  “This is for your benefit.  I don’t exactly have you by the balls so to speak, but close enough.  And besides,” she tilted her head, slanting her wicked smile, “it’ll be fun.”

“How am I supposed to see Collin tick if I’m submitting to him?”

Jackie turned and stared towards the stairs.  Looking over her shoulder, she offered a wry grin.  “Oh, he’s very vocal as you know by now.”

Jackie laughed bitterly.  “Get on with it then.”

“Good, I’m glad you agree.”  Julie reached for a chord and tugged it.

A large gong rang that sounded just like it came out of the movies where rich people had them placed throughout the house.

Two nude males appeared, both very well built, one had short dark hair and the other’s head was shaved.  Both kept their eyes lowered.  Their cocks were hidden behind large cages that appeared to have spikes pointing inward.

Jackie cringed at the sight of both men.

“Take Jackie upstairs to the second level servant’s quarters.  I want her stripped and properly cared for before we begin the evening’s fun.”

Neither gave a visceral reaction.  Both men spoke in unison.  “Yes Ma’am.”  Approaching Jackie, they offered their hands.

She saw the marks on their wrists, matching blade marks presumably. “Oh how Julie likes to mark her toys.”

She sighed and let them lead her up the stairs.  The red carpet was plush beneath her boots.  Several pictures hung on the walls in elegant gold frames that probably cost more than Jackie’s car.  The threesome stopped in front of a large white door with intricate carvings and a gold handle.  The male on her right opened it and presented the room with the sweep of his hand.

“This is the room Mistress has selected for you, Miss Jackie.  Once you step inside, you will be one of us, temporarily at least.”

The hope in his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Jackie nodded.  “Property?”

“Oh no, Miss.  We are treated very well, cared for.  I’d even wager that the Mistress loves us in some capacity.  But we are not property.”

Interesting.  The concept of love had never been something Jackie concerned herself with.  People, namely her, got hurt in the end.

The other male spoke, his voice rose in pitch.  “Are you ready?”

Fear registered in her gut, butterflies and all that.  Clenching her fists together, she straightened her shoulders and decided that the best approach was to show them she couldn’t be broken, she was too proud.

Collin would certainly get a kick out of trying, but in the end he’d be disappointed.  She just wasn’t submissive.

Lifting up her chin, she strode through the entrance to the room.  Nicely furnished, the room was about the size of hers and had its own walk in closet that had been left open.  Off to the other side was a bathroom.  The main show piece was a four poster queen sized bed with eye rings attached to the posts.  Stepping towards the bed, Jackie ran a hand over the perfectly carved wood, feeling the sturdiness of what was probably oak.

The two males stepped beside her and stared straight into her eyes.  The one on her left spoke first, his voice holding a softness that echoed the way his hand brushed against her shoulder.  “It’s time to prepare you, Jackie.”

Gritting her teeth at being addressed by her first name from a male submissive, she sighed.  “Fine.”

The male with the higher voice led her to the edge of the bed.  “Boots off.  Stockings off.”  He began unlacing her boots and peeling them off her feet, caressing her with a delicateness that was meant more to comfort than to arouse. Still, his strong hands did something to her insides, making her nipples pucker.

When both stockings had been removed with care, they’d been folded and set inside a dresser Jackie hadn’t seen earlier.

With the help of both men, she was forced to stand and have the skirt pulled down her legs, exposing her shaved pussy to both men.

Neither made a sound or showed any signs of arousal.

Jackie twitched.  Hands smoothed up her thighs and reached for the hem of her corset.  The male with the higher pitched voice tugged at the laces in back, cupping her bottom with one careful hand.

Stiffening, Jackie felt relief from the pressure imposed by the corset on her breasts.  Two pairs of hands guided the leather corset off and set it aside on the bed, baring Jackie’s body for the entire world to see.

Gripping the oak pole closets to her, she squeezed and crossed her legs.

A gentle hand on her thigh parted her leg, using more pressure than she could muster to keep her thighs parted.

From a kneeling position, he looked up at her, the devotion to his owners present in his blue eyes.  “You will not have any privacy in your time here. What you do for Master Collin or Mistress Julie you will do for us all.”

Scoffing, she looked down at him, noting how the passion in his servitude seemed somewhat different than those who she made serve her.  Irritated at the lack of apparent male arousal, she spoke.  “Are either of you in the least bit interested in my body?”

The darker haired one spoke.  “While we appreciate the sight of a beautiful lady, she is not our lady.  Therefore, no reaction is required unless it’s commanded.”

Sighing, Jackie fought the shiver of worry that raced through her. These two men were devoted deeply to Mistress Julie.  Would she come out of this devoted to Collin?

Hell no!  He was married to Julie.  She’d never tolerate him having permanent submissives.

Of course his large ego wouldn’t let her have submissives either, but apparently she was proved wrong there.

One of the men disappeared into the bathroom, returning only a moment later with a large hairbrush.  “Sit please.”

Jackie did as she was asked. Facing the wall, she sat cross legged and waited.

A hand rested on her shoulder. Another tugged the ponytail holder from her hair and began unweaving the braid, careful to brush out the different stands of hair.

His light touch sent another shiver down her spine.

Stroke after stroke fanned her hair out over her back while the slave kept a respectable distance from her.  Occasionally his cock cage brushed her bare flesh but she ignored it with the patience of a saint.

Goddess only knew she was becoming more irritable as time went on.

Silence passed until the softer voice male ran the brush through her hair one more time.  He spoke calmly.  “There, done. Please stand and face the mirror my brother has brought for you.”

Heaving another sigh Jackie stood and did as she was asked.  Her hair had been brushed so that it parted in the middle and framed her face.  The deep burgundy color of her mane emphasized the wet purple color of her plump lips.

The bald male brought a wash cloth to her lips.  “Please,” he wiped away the lipstick to reveal her normal lip color.

Deep red.

There wasn’t much about Jackie that wasn’t red, except for her pale skin.  She looked less doll like and more human.  It felt as though power were being stripped with this ritual.

She supposed it was.

She turned to find the bed empty save the black comforter she sat on earlier. “Where are my clothes?”

The darker haired male looked up.  “They’ve been locked in the drawer over there.  I do not have the key so I cannot get them for you.  You will be provided with clothes if you’re allowed to wear any.  Since you’re a second level submissive—“

Jackie cringed visibly at the term.

He continued.  “You’ll be permitted things we aren’t.”  His eyes roamed up the length of her body and back down before the door behind him opened.

“Oh what a lovely sight you are!  I had an idea that you were hot, but damn babe, you’re smoking!”  Julie strode in with Collin at her side.

Jackie began to cover herself and turn.

A hand on her elbow stopped her.  His eyes spoke the one word.  “No.”

She straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin up deftly.  Collin stood behind Miss Julie.  His black t-shirt stretched over a well defined and broad chest.  His arms hung down like thick cables with his hands in his pockets.  He wore a five o’clock shadow that gave him a more rugged appearance.  Dark curls of hair floated over eyes that sparkled with the intensity of a hunter about to capture its prey.

She swallowed, noting her throat had gone dry all of the sudden.

He stepped in front of Julie and looked her up and down.

Flames in his eyes pulled at something low inside her. She dammed herself for being so susceptible to the way he looked at her, but kept her focus on the line of his strong jaw.

She imagined smashing it with a sledgehammer.  She’d use the heel of her stilettos to grind out his eyes and leave his bleeding skull for the ravens to pick at.

He smiled. “My, you’re just as gorgeous in daylight as you are in the light of the club’s dungeon.”

She smirked.

Reaching an arm out to touch her, he stopped short.  “Oh,” his lip curled downward in a mock pout.  “Shouldn’t give you what you most want right yet.”

Jackie made an undignified noise.  “Cocky bastard.”

His frown became a smile.  “Yup.  That would be me.”  Stepping closer, he touched her, fingers spreading wide to caress her locks.

She stiffened.  He was close, too close.  The hint of masculine aroma wafted between them and arousal arced between them.

Tilting his head, he pressed into her skin. “My, you’re warm.”

Jackie remained virtually motionless despite the thudding of her heartbeat against her ribcage.  Her nipples remained taut and her legs clamped together to conceal the wetness she began to feel.

He carefully brushed her hair away from her face.  His smile widened.  “You have such expressive eyes, Jackie.  I should think to stare in them often.  I love the radiant purple color of your irises.  Matches your pretty auburn hair.”

She frowned.  Did he have to touch her tenderly?  She wanted the torturous punishment and degrading servitude he would demand from her and she wanted it now so she could leave here.

He cupped her cheek in one hand, stroking her with the pad of his thumb.

She wanted to lean into the roughness of his hand and let him stroke her.

His thumb pressed against the spot just behind her ear.

She met his gaze with an angry stare.

His mouth opened, his tone dropping to a whisper.  “You’re angry now but that’ll change over the next few days.”

Her eyes opened wide.  “You think to break me in a few days?”

Collin withdrew his hand. “You’d be amazed.  If nothing more, I’ll have shown you what I want you to see.”

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

He chuckled lightly. “You’re eager to serve, knew you had it in you.”

Jackie fought the urge to slap him and ultimately lost against her body’s reaction.  She brought her hand up to strike him but stopped short.

He’d captured her wrist. His eyes narrowed in a predatory stare and his nostrils flared.  “There’s the fiery spirit I told my wife about. That’s it.  Just,” he almost growled the words, “let it out.”

Jackie yanked her hand from his and took a step back.  The way shadows fell over his face intimidated her.

He’d cleared the distance between them and shoved her down on the bed with one arm.  Another fumbled with his jeans.  He’d freed himself in one motion, his thick cock falling out long and hard.  The bulbous head dripped with precum.  “Suck my cock now.”

BDSM RomanceGasping for breath, Jackie struggled against what she wanted and what she knew she had to do.  Reaching for his cock with one hand, she found it swatted away.

He growled.  “Mouth, only.”  He yanked her head back with his free hand.

Her mouth opened and felt the velvety steel shaft slide past her lips.  He tasted as she knew he would, manly and salty.  Inhaling deeply, she caught the scent of flesh on her nose.  Taking him in deep, deeper until she’d pressed her lips and nose against his rock hard stomach, she flicked her tongue over the delicate underside of his shaft.

She thought about biting his cock off but it had been pulled from her mouth just as quickly as it had been shoved in.

“Again.  I’m going to face fuck you and you’re going to swallow.”

Her eyes drifted towards Julie.  The other woman stood with an amused expression on her painted face.

Collin’s cock slid past her lips again with the same roughness as before, only he didn’t pull back.

She let her tongue linger over the helmet shaped head of his cock, tasting sticky precum.

He pulled back after a moment and shoved his cock back inside her mouth, building up a rhythm that drove his balls against her chin.

Jackie was surprised to notice he shaved.  Collin didn’t seem like the type to keep himself clean shaven, but she wasn’t submissive, either.

Taking his cock in and out of her mouth made her nipples harder, pussy ache for something to fill it. Rubbing her hands down the sides of her body, she caressed her round breasts until two pairs of hands yanked hers behind her.

The other two men were still in the room.

Frustrated, she moaned along the length of his cock.

Collin’s tempo picked up now.  He’d started thrusting harder, faster, slapping her chin with his balls while his dick rammed down her throat.

Within a moment, he’d grabbed her shoulder with one hand, cupping her chin while he drove himself in and out.  His hips moved faster and faster.

She cried, gagging on the thickness of his cock and the fact that he wasn’t giving her time to adjust or breathe.  Tears slid down her cheeks.  Her pussy was soaking wet now.

After a few more thrusts, Collin grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged her head back.  With his free hand, he continued jerking himself.

“Swallow, Jackie. All of it.”

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50 Books better than 50 Shades of Grey!

I can’t help but milk this to the very last drop.  The book isn’t on my anything list other than “fuck this book” list.  Laura Antoniou even gave us a parody that rocked as it was just funny as hell…

I’m probably not going to be able to list 50 titles.  So suggestions are welcome!  Anything that drives traffic and helps my SEO bwahahaha!

The books in question here are superb in every way, from plot, to originality, to the most basic writing skill.  And are listed in no order.

  1. The Ice Queen – Joey W. Hill
  2. Jack’s Christmas Wish – Bonni Sansom
  3. Gift of Her Submission – Sascha Illyvich (Think I wasn’t going to include my own titles here!  HA!)
  4. The vampire Queen’s Servant – Joey W. Hill
  5. Bound for Romance – Various.  I only edited this anthology but all four authors have a unique spin on BDSM
  6. Master of the Shadowlands – Cherise Sinclair (A very astute student of mine!)
  7. Broad Horizons – Edited by Beth Wylde (Admittedly I’m in the second anthology)
  8. Siddella’s Surrender – Sascha Illyvich
  9. The Gift – Kim Dare
  10. Yuletide Greetings – Sue Lyndon
  11. Dance Macabre – Laurel K. Hamilton (Even in first person too!)
  12. The Vampire Queen’s Servant – Joey W. Hill
  13. Rosy Cheeks – Marianna LaCroix
  14. Submissive – Anya Howard
  15. The Marketplace series -Laura Antoniou
  16. The Velderet – Cecilia Tan
  17. Trouble in Cowboy Boots – Desiree Holt
  18. Ride’sm – Tilly Greene
  19. Members Only – Ann Jacobs
  20. Siddella’s Submission – Sascha Illyvich
  21. The Ice Queen – Joey. W.  Hill
  22. Fallen Star – Morgan Hawke
  23. Wicked Intent – Lora Leigh
  24. Wonderland:  King of Hearts – Cheyenne McCray
  25. I Will Submit to You, Master – Sascha Illyvich
  26. The Playground – Sascha Illyvich (yeah, I’m not vain.  I swear it!)
  27. The Irish Devil – Diane Whiteside
  28. Wolf Tales Series – Kate Douglas (Not traditional BDSM but strong elements of D/s are involved)

As I said, this is just a partial list, but all of these authors are way better than 50 Shades of Grey.  Hell I haven’t read it yet but I’m sure Andrew T. Shaffer’s 51 Shades parody is better too!  Incidentally I’ve actually read most of these books AND I know most of the authors.

Bwahahaha, so give some authors some love!  Feel free to add more current reads to this list in the comments!

Published in: on April 14, 2012 at 1:51 pm  Comments (17)  
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New Review – The Playground

Newest Release by Sascha Illyvich, erotic romance author at Decadent Publishing

EEEEE!!! My first 1Night Stand from Decadent Publishing received this review:

“I found this story very intriguing. Sascha made ‘The Playground’ very realistic, where anyone could picture themselves in Devon’s or Shelly’s shoes by using a scenario that has affected most of us at some point in our lives. Closure is so important and I liked the emotional honesty the story displayed. The dom/sub being portrayed from a ‘non toys’ perspective, showing how simple clothes can be used, was a great addition allowing the honesty to grow along with the characters. The agreement to go slow completed the honest emotional undertaking of the story showing some things have to be worked on and don’t just magically happen. Not to mention the ‘hot sex’ was integral to the story making this one ‘hot read’ emotionally tangling read.” – Rae Spencer

Make sure you’ve got your copy today!

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Loveswept from Romance at Random Blog Hop

Okay, Happy Holidays to everyone – Romance At Random is celebrating their Loveswept line with a random e-book Giveaway to 25 winners plus an opportunity to win one Grand Prize from http://www.romanceatrandom.com. Enter here to be included in the FREE random e-book drawing (25 winners will pick up their FREE book from Net Galley).  Read more here.

Loveswept has brought some fantastic romance novels to readers over the years.  I’ve read a few, so have you.  Sue Grimshaw has done a great job with the site, the blog and of course having me on Romance at Random.  That post is here

Keep an eye out, I’ll be blogging around different spots this month and next to promote The Playground, my first 1 Night Stand from Decadent Publishing (and first release of the New Year!)

Jet setter and playboy Devon has a BDSM side he wants to make reality, the only catch is Shelly, the woman who would serve him perfectly left him years ago and is afraid of what living with him means. While in a Las Vegas casino he spots her.  Using 1Night Stand, he sets her up in a park, have her bound to playground equipment with only a blindfold on…and his Dominance to hopefully teach her the meaning of true love, using the one thing he knows will capture Shelly’s attention. 

Excerpt:

Devon spotted her, several feet away.

Shelly stood, bound to a rung on monkey bars. Gray shorts clung to her and the black sports bra did little to hide the size of her lovely, round breasts. Hair cascaded down her back. Standing with legs spread, blindfolded, and arms secured to the monkey bars, she looked ready, inviting.

He stopped ten feet away from her, eyes drawn to nipples that poked the fabric.

Slowly, he drew closer.

The sun had just set beyond the horizon. A car passed occasionally in the distance.

Devon scanned the area for potential threats or discovery. There were plenty of trees and bushes to cover certain acts, but the dirtiness of fucking her on the playground equipment….

Well, that was a turn-on.

Hopefully, she’d feel the same.

Devon took a step closer. Then another, and another, until he could hear her breathing.

Clear, pale skin begged for his touch. Her hair appeared even thicker than he remembered. He wanted to touch it. Ached to feel its silky smoothness through his fingers.

But not yet.

“You’re Marcy now, hm?” He deepened his voice, hoping to disguise it.

She gasped, lifted her head. “That voice.”

Her throaty gasp hardened him so that his cock strained against his leather pants, making him itch to unzip himself and plunge into her.

But he couldn’t do that just yet.

“Yes. This voice. You know me, Shelly.”

Another gasp and rattle of ropes caught his attention until she spoke, “They told me I was getting a surprise if I’d only go along. I didn’t realize….”

She stopped.

He hated that she did that. “You always stopped talking before giving away your major point, dear.” He set a hand firmly against her warm skin, palms itching to taste more of her.

She was hard this time, flesh not nearly as soft and malleable as he remembered. Still, she was soft in the way only a woman could be. “You’ve had a hard life since we separated.”

She didn’t respond verbally, but the shake of her body into his hand, clued him in.

“You always had that way about you, Shelly. Why,” his hand roamed up her spine, fingers walking up it slowly, tiptoeing so light he could barely feel her, “do you do that defensive movement?”

“Because what you’re offering is putting me there.”

“I’m offering only,” his fingers crept up her neck, brushing through her thick mane, “what you need.”

“Ha!” She snorted. “You never offered what I needed. Only a misogynistic viewpoint of what you thought I wanted and needed. Just like this entire scenario.”

“Are you going to tell me,” he leaned into her body, so close he could smell her, taste her almost, “that if I slipped my finger beneath your shorts—”

“I wouldn’t cry rape?”

He feigned surprise. A hand cradled her ass, cupping her before giving it a firm squeeze.

Shelly squirmed against him but settled her ass into the palm of his hand like they’d never been apart. Her jaw tensed, muscles in her neck flexed.

He shook his head, “I didn’t think so. Besides, I’d never hurt you.”

She scoffed and turned her head away from him.

“I mean it. You and I were good together. Can be good again.”

“That’s why you hired an agency to bring us back together? What kind of coward—”

He brought his hand down against her ass.

She yelped and arched into the pain.

It must have been an unconscious act because she quickly moved away from his hand.

“I already had the ‘I’m a coward’ speech with myself. But you disappeared.” He stepped close enough to her now that he could smell the spicy scent of her arousal beginning to flow between those long, pale legs. His pulse quickened. “But I had to do something, and you obviously agreed to it.”

She sighed heavily. “Yes, I did.”

“You had to know it was me. You avoided coming near me, so you must have seen me.” He leaned closer, nostrils flaring at her scent.

Heat radiated off her, so much that it made him feel even warmer, standing a mere few inches away.

She shook her head. “Yeah, I did know you were there. But I had hoped I was seeing things. You haven’t been around.”

“You were the one who left me, as I recall.” It was hard to keep the curt tone out of his voice, even with her bound and practically naked before him. His hand moved from her ass to the small of her back, touching exposed flesh. “If you knew, then why did you come?”

“Madame Eve offered me a chance at the one thing I wanted. I hoped….” She didn’t finish her sentence.

His fingers walked back up the length of her spine, carefully caressing her flesh while raven colored silken strands fluttered between his fingers. “You wanted one more taste, too. Admit it.” His voice remained gruff, low. “You wanted to see for yourself that we had a chance.”

“Close,” she lowered her head, blatantly fighting the urge to arch further into his touch, “I wanted one last tryst, yes. When I received a text from Madame Eve telling me she’d been watching me, I freaked out. I wasn’t even aware of her service. I’ve been working here for two years now.”

He sighed. It had been two years since they last met, since last their flesh fell upon each other’s and hearts beat in tune before she walked out. “Yeah, Madame Eve is something else.”

Shelly nodded.

“Will you look at me if I remove the blindfold?”

She nodded again. “I can do that. I’d rather you release me.”

“The freedom I wish to give you,” he paused, reaching for her blindfold and tugging the knot free before moving to stand before her, “is the sort of freedom you’d cherish if you’d give in.”

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Slowly, Shelly’s eyes widened in an emotion Devon couldn’t quite read.

Her arms still hung above her head, pushing well rounded breasts out beneath the tight, black sports bra. Her nipples were hard. He ran a hand over one.

She shuddered.

“You’re still lovely as ever.”

She sneered. “I’ve lost weight since last we…. I’m not what you think I am.”

He tilted his head slightly, dropped his voice to an almost whisper, “What do you think I believe you are?”

She shook her head, “You think I’m some sort of….” Her eyes lowered, she blinked then looked back at him with what seemed like steady resolve. “You think I’m some sort of toy to be used and….” She started stammering. “And a doormat.”

He gasped, “You got that how?”

She glared, thrust her bound wrists at him. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“You still agreed.”

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Book Review: Demonfire by Kate Douglas

paranormal romance at it's best!  Kate Douglas breaks from her fame as the author of Wolf Tales to bring us a new series, Demonfire.

Newspaper reported Eddy Marks thinks she knows everything about her quite hometown. She couldn’t be more wrong. Turns out Evergreen, California, is the site of a vortex that allows demons to cross over to Earth, and the only one who can stop them is an unbelievably sexy fallen demon named Dax who has just crashed into Eddy’s life.

The action was hot, the story well written and the sex, well it’s Kate Douglas so you’d not be surprised to find it hot!

My take on this book is interesting.  Unlike her Chanku Alpha heroes, Dax is what I call a reluctant hero.  In this story we see a lot of uncertainty, questioning and guesswork along with the ride and it reminds me of a good lesson for not just readers looking to start a new series, but for writers who want to see a different path. Dax is NOT a bad ass.  He’s just a demon that ended up nearly being screwed over.  He’s not unstoppable, he’s not ultra strong.  In fact, he comes off as a simple, goal oriented demon with morals. I like that.  I think readers who want something different yet captivating will find it in Demonfire.  I DO hope to see how this series develops.

Published in: on July 1, 2011 at 4:55 am  Comments (4)  
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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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Siddella’s Submission (Part Two from Siddella’s Surrender)
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Erotic Fantasy by Sascha Illyvich
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When we last left the perilous world of the Unseelie, we were faced with a difficult challenge.  Take one virgin faery in a world of darkness and brutal sex and show her the love and gifts of the powerful Black Angus, legendary Guard Dogs of Faery by controlling her desires and bringing out her true nature as a submissive.

But the goddess that somehow inhabited Siddella’s body wanted vengeance for the wrongdoing that the Cybernetic beings have created as the new Unseelie City-state.

A smart Dominant, Frika knew this wasn’t the best course of action for either his mate or the land in which Siddella came from.  Can he show her through her own natural desires that healthy sex can include bondage and a different kind of pain?

Siddella’s story is really one about transformation and change that D/s relationships can have. As the Fae must learn to accept their past and fix the present for the future, Siddella must learn to accept who she truly is, a change that forces growth or the deaths of so many, including her beloved master Frika.

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