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April 9, 2013
Guest Blogger: Taylor Brooks ~ Erotic Romance Author
Today, my guest blogger is erotic author, Taylor Brooks . She's just debuted with her first book for Siren-Publishing. I know we shall be hearing plenty more from this very talented writer in the not too distant future, because she has 4 other titles in the Sultry SoCal Series already lined up. You can see them all HERE
Hi, Jan, thank you for having me here today, I’m very excited to tell everyone about my new Sultry SoCal Series and welcome everyone to join me on the wonderful journey these men take with one another. There is heat, passion and a whole lot of sleepless nights.
Also, don’t forget to enter the contest below for your chance to win 1 of 5 - $5 eGift Cards to Bookstand.com or 1 of 3 eBook copies of Book 1 in the Sultry SoCal Series, Take Me.
This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, April 15th.
The Blurb:
Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA
Clint Rodham has spent years being a loyal employee to Elite Imports. Despite being one of their top salesmen, his boss no longer sees him as the golden boy. Now being ostracized for his sexuality, he fights to keep the job that he not only loves, but is a natural at.Rick Tanner just moved to Southern California from Kansas. Being a homosexual personal trainer in a small town filled with old-fashioned people who didn’t understand his way of life left him with little career opportunities.
One hot summer night, Rick is locked on the rooftop and Clint comes to his rescue. As a thank-you, he offers his hero a cold beer. With the California heat rising and desires building, the two find themselves in a storm of passion. Neither of them are able to resist. Neither of them want to. They both want to take what is within their reach, just beyond their fingertips.
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EROTIC EXCERPT
“Lie down on the bed. Put your head on that pillow.”
He waited for Rick to do as he’d said. It always turned him on to have someone be obedient in the bedroom. He had a dominant streak in him to a certain extent and loved to be able to exercise it.
Once he was lying down, Clint climbed on the bed and hovered over Rick. He wanted to explore his body, but first things first. He wanted to taste his kiss again. Dipping his head down, he crushed his lips against Rick’s and slid his tongue inside.
He felt an instant punch in his gut. The pungent taste of his own cock still lingered inside his lover’s mouth. It was such a succulent tease to his taste buds, enticing him to take all that he wanted.
A moan came from Rick as Clint reached down and took his lover’s cock in his hand. He stroked it slowly, learning the feel of it while continuing to kiss him. The skin moved so freely up and down his length. It almost felt like silk, except for the numerous thick veins which protruded from beneath his skin. A droplet of pre-cum hit his palm as he continued stroking him. He pulled his hand up and licked the mixture off of his hand. It tasted better than he imagined and only made him crave the taste of Rick’s cock more and more.
He broke away from their kiss and ignored the whimper he heard while quickly turning himself around. There was no room for words, he just wanted to feel and get lost in doing so. He hadn’t been turned around for a fraction of a second before he felt the warm glide of Rick’s tongue against his balls.
Like a wild animal, Clint forgot everything around him and focused on the erection staring him in the face. He dipped his head down and closed his lips over the head. With one quick movement, he had Rick exactly where he wanted him, buried deep in his throat.
The taste that filled his mouth was an aphrodisiac. It had been far too long since he’d had the pleasure of sucking a good-looking and tasty cock. So long that he almost forgot how much he loved it. Quickly, he was being reminded of just how much he ached for the rich taste it provided.
He inhaled through his nostrils and let the aroma of sex fill his entire being while Rick continued sucking him off. The passion of going down on one of his lovers while the same was done to him always got him hot. This was more though. There was something so sweet about the way Rick’s lips and tongue worked him so expertly.
Bringing his lips up to the very tip of Rick’s cock, he played with it, trying to see how crazy he could make him. Flicking it with his tongue, he worked himself around his entire length until he had him moaning and bucking his hips up at Clint’s mouth.
He grabbed his dick and proceeded to stroke it while he dropped his head low to tease his balls in the same way. Rick kept himself shaved, which was exactly what he liked. There was nothing like smooth skin against the tongue and lips when getting someone off. It was all he could do to keep his composure and focus on what he was doing. Rick’s mouth was sucking him like a pro. Somehow it was better than it had been just minutes before in the living room.
Rick’s moans were getting louder. His hips were moving faster and wilder with every second that passed. He was obviously getting close, and if there was one thing that intensified an orgasm for Clint, it was swallowing his partner’s cum right as he lost control.
He thrust his hips down against Rick’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat as he heard him gag. The head of his cock was always sensitive, and he never could quite find something as good as feeling the back of a hot throat enveloping him.
Rick didn’t hesitate as Clint continued to thrust and fuck his face. From the way his body was reacting, and the noises he was making, he would almost place a wager that his new lover liked to be taken in such a way.
For several seconds, Clint continued to thrust himself hard and fast into the deepest parts of Rick’s throat. Each time he hit the back of his throat and felt his lips close tighter around him, it wreaked havoc on any remaining control he had.
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April 5, 2013
Kaine's Redemption ~ Tasty Teaser Day 1
This is the first of a series of snippets from my upcoming release
Kaine's Redemption.
This is where the heroine, Jessica Morris first sees the island paradise of the enigmatic and elusive Kaine Deville...
Immediately wide-awake again, Jessica squinted, shielding her eyes from the sun with the palm of her hand. A speck of lush vegetation lay on the horizon, gradually filling her vision as the helicopter drew closer. They approached from the east, and she felt like a passenger on a roller-coaster ride as the chopper swept incredibly low over the rocky buttresses shielding the island from the all-powerful Atlantic Ocean. Regaining her composure, she marveled at the sheer picturesque beauty before her. Jared was obviously a professional, and he piloted the helicopter with immense skill, skimming low over banana plantations and fabulous tropical plants, which she’d never seen before. On the western side of the island, white sandy beaches joined the warm shallow waters of the much calmer Caribbean Sea.
“Wow. The island is simply stunning, and larger than I’d imagined.”
The pilot smiled. “Yeah, it is kinda impressive. Three miles by two. Six square miles in total.”
As they hovered low over the helipad, Jessica spotted several pristine white villas dotted along the western shoreline, while a huge imposing house sat all alone on a rocky outcrop, surrounded by gently swaying palm trees. She guessed this was where Kaine Deville lived.
Jessica turned to Jared. “Oh, this is so beautiful. It must cost a fortune to holiday here.”
He smiled knowingly. “Deville’s Island is by invitation only, ma’am. Everyone who visits here is a personal guest of Mr. Deville.”
Coming to Siren 29th April 2013
Kaine's Redemption.
This is where the heroine, Jessica Morris first sees the island paradise of the enigmatic and elusive Kaine Deville...
Immediately wide-awake again, Jessica squinted, shielding her eyes from the sun with the palm of her hand. A speck of lush vegetation lay on the horizon, gradually filling her vision as the helicopter drew closer. They approached from the east, and she felt like a passenger on a roller-coaster ride as the chopper swept incredibly low over the rocky buttresses shielding the island from the all-powerful Atlantic Ocean. Regaining her composure, she marveled at the sheer picturesque beauty before her. Jared was obviously a professional, and he piloted the helicopter with immense skill, skimming low over banana plantations and fabulous tropical plants, which she’d never seen before. On the western side of the island, white sandy beaches joined the warm shallow waters of the much calmer Caribbean Sea. “Wow. The island is simply stunning, and larger than I’d imagined.”
The pilot smiled. “Yeah, it is kinda impressive. Three miles by two. Six square miles in total.”
As they hovered low over the helipad, Jessica spotted several pristine white villas dotted along the western shoreline, while a huge imposing house sat all alone on a rocky outcrop, surrounded by gently swaying palm trees. She guessed this was where Kaine Deville lived.
Jessica turned to Jared. “Oh, this is so beautiful. It must cost a fortune to holiday here.”
He smiled knowingly. “Deville’s Island is by invitation only, ma’am. Everyone who visits here is a personal guest of Mr. Deville.”
Coming to Siren 29th April 2013
Day 1: Kaine's Redemption ~ Daily Snippet
This is the first of a series of snippets from my upcoming release
Kaine's Redemption.
This is where the heroine, Jessica Morris first sees the island paradise of the enigmatic and elusive Kaine Deville...
Immediately wide-awake again, Jessica squinted, shielding her eyes from the sun with the palm of her hand. A speck of lush vegetation lay on the horizon, gradually filling her vision as the helicopter drew closer. They approached from the east, and she felt like a passenger on a roller-coaster ride as the chopper swept incredibly low over the rocky buttresses shielding the island from the all-powerful Atlantic Ocean. Regaining her composure, she marveled at the sheer picturesque beauty before her. Jared was obviously a professional, and he piloted the helicopter with immense skill, skimming low over banana plantations and fabulous tropical plants, which she’d never seen before. On the western side of the island, white sandy beaches joined the warm shallow waters of the much calmer Caribbean Sea.
“Wow. The island is simply stunning, and larger than I’d imagined.”
The pilot smiled. “Yeah, it is kinda impressive. Three miles by two. Six square miles in total.”
As they hovered low over the helipad, Jessica spotted several pristine white villas dotted along the western shoreline, while a huge imposing house sat all alone on a rocky outcrop, surrounded by gently swaying palm trees. She guessed this was where Kaine Deville lived.
Jessica turned to Jared. “Oh, this is so beautiful. It must cost a fortune to holiday here.”
He smiled knowingly. “Deville’s Island is by invitation only, ma’am. Everyone who visits here is a personal guest of Mr. Deville.”
Coming to Siren 29th April 2013
Kaine's Redemption.
This is where the heroine, Jessica Morris first sees the island paradise of the enigmatic and elusive Kaine Deville...
Immediately wide-awake again, Jessica squinted, shielding her eyes from the sun with the palm of her hand. A speck of lush vegetation lay on the horizon, gradually filling her vision as the helicopter drew closer. They approached from the east, and she felt like a passenger on a roller-coaster ride as the chopper swept incredibly low over the rocky buttresses shielding the island from the all-powerful Atlantic Ocean. Regaining her composure, she marveled at the sheer picturesque beauty before her. Jared was obviously a professional, and he piloted the helicopter with immense skill, skimming low over banana plantations and fabulous tropical plants, which she’d never seen before. On the western side of the island, white sandy beaches joined the warm shallow waters of the much calmer Caribbean Sea. “Wow. The island is simply stunning, and larger than I’d imagined.”
The pilot smiled. “Yeah, it is kinda impressive. Three miles by two. Six square miles in total.”
As they hovered low over the helipad, Jessica spotted several pristine white villas dotted along the western shoreline, while a huge imposing house sat all alone on a rocky outcrop, surrounded by gently swaying palm trees. She guessed this was where Kaine Deville lived.
Jessica turned to Jared. “Oh, this is so beautiful. It must cost a fortune to holiday here.”
He smiled knowingly. “Deville’s Island is by invitation only, ma’am. Everyone who visits here is a personal guest of Mr. Deville.”
Coming to Siren 29th April 2013
March 25, 2013
Cover Reveal ~ Kaine's Redemption
Hi, everyone. I'm very proud to reveal the new cover for my very latest book
Kaine's Redemption
It's the 1st story in a brand new series called
The Billionaires and Their Playgrounds # 1
This series focuses on hot billionaires and their even hotter love lives.
Here's the blurb for Kaine's Redemption
Dynamic and charismatic, forty-year-old businessman Kaine Deville, always gets his way. Self-reliant and self-absorbed, he’s certainly ruthless, especially when it comes to satisfying his voracious sexual appetite. Far away from prying eyes, his private island in the Caribbean is just the place to indulge his hedonistic fantasies.
When he meets Jessica Morris, a twenty nine-year-old Cornish schoolteacher, and aspiring artist, his interest is aroused. Her undeniable artistic talent may seduce and beguile him, but it’s the froth of bright red curls, framing her beautiful elfin face that makes him want to claim this lady all for himself.
Invited to immortalize his island paradise with oils and watercolors, Jessica is instantly attracted to the devilishly handsome billionaire. His captivating charm, mixed with a sexy hint of menace, leaves her unable to resist the potent chemistry developing between them.
Will Jessica be able to stand her ground against Kaine’s all-conquering personality?
Kaine's Redemption is due to be released 29th April 2013
Kaine's RedemptionIt's the 1st story in a brand new series called
The Billionaires and Their Playgrounds # 1
This series focuses on hot billionaires and their even hotter love lives.
Here's the blurb for Kaine's Redemption
Dynamic and charismatic, forty-year-old businessman Kaine Deville, always gets his way. Self-reliant and self-absorbed, he’s certainly ruthless, especially when it comes to satisfying his voracious sexual appetite. Far away from prying eyes, his private island in the Caribbean is just the place to indulge his hedonistic fantasies.
When he meets Jessica Morris, a twenty nine-year-old Cornish schoolteacher, and aspiring artist, his interest is aroused. Her undeniable artistic talent may seduce and beguile him, but it’s the froth of bright red curls, framing her beautiful elfin face that makes him want to claim this lady all for himself.
Invited to immortalize his island paradise with oils and watercolors, Jessica is instantly attracted to the devilishly handsome billionaire. His captivating charm, mixed with a sexy hint of menace, leaves her unable to resist the potent chemistry developing between them.
Will Jessica be able to stand her ground against Kaine’s all-conquering personality?
Kaine's Redemption is due to be released 29th April 2013
March 14, 2013
The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo ~ Now on Amazon
Just to let everyone know, The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo is now on Amazon!
Here are the links
Amazon.com
Amazon.co.uk
Happy Reading, and best wishes
March 5, 2013
New Contract with Siren
Just received word that Siren have accepted my latest submission.This is the 1st book in a new series.
Kaine's Redemption
It's all about HOT BILLIONAIRE'S and their even HOTTER LOVE LIVES!
Due for release sometime in April.
February 22, 2013
Read the 1st Chapter of The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo Free
Here is the 1st chapter of The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo
The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo is available from Bookstrand HERE
THE DOM WITH THE DRAGON TATTOOMasters of Submission # 5
JAN BOWLES
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
“May I take your bag, sir?”
“That won’t be necessary, thanks.”
Tyler Stone followed the gently swaying butt and billowing chestnut curls of the attractive young woman. It pleased him that the Corinthian Hotel employed bellhops of both sexes. He much preferred the female variety, especially as it gave him the opportunity to check out a shapely ass. The five-star hotel in downtown Boston certainly lived up to the hype and had been open less than a year. Expensive Italian marble lined the walls and floors, giving the thoroughly modern building an air of old-world opulence.
He just had time to breathe in her perfume before she stopped abruptly in the corridor. The pretty lady turned and smiled at him, showing her perfect white teeth. “This is your suite, Mr. Stone.” She deftly scanned the security key, and the door obediently clicked open a few inches.
He followed her inside and glanced, uninterested, at the tastefully decorated interior. In his line of work he got to stay in all manner of hotels. Even the high-end ones like the Corinthian were much of a muchness. They left him cold. So exactly what did he get for three thousand bucks a night? Well, he got plenty of room, including a separate living area, and all the latest technology such as Wi-Fi, widescreen TV, and a well-stocked minibar. The usual stuff.
The attractive, chestnut-haired girl waited expectantly as he briefly looked around. “Is everything satisfactory, sir?”
“Hmm, it’s fine. What’s your name, honey?”
“Tracy, sir.”
“You been working here long?”
“A few months, Mr. Stone.”
Tyler glanced at his new surroundings one more time. “Uh-huh. I see.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out his wallet. Then, taking out a fifty-dollar bill, he handed it to the girl. “There you go, honey.” He figured she worked for a low wage, and it was worth fifty bucks just to see that beautiful smile of hers.
Her cute mouth formed the perfect O as he pressed the crisp bill into her tiny hand. “Thank you, Mr. Stone, that’s very generous of you. If there’s anything else you need, just let me know.”
“I will, honey. You can count on it.”
Left alone, Tyler tossed his overnight bag on the bed then dragged his fingers through his hair. He’d been working sixteen-hour days for the last six months, and that king-size bed sure looked inviting.
Resisting the urge to rest, he moved to the living area with its luxurious seating and huge flat-screen TV. A suite of rooms might be considered an indulgence, but what the hell, he was here on business, so it was all tax deductible.
Cerberus Technology, the company he’d built from nothing, was known around the globe. Now, thanks to the determination and brilliance of his young team of software specialists, his company supplied the US military with state-of-the-art operating systems. He took pride in the fact that his systems boasted safeguards that made them almost impossible to hack into.
Of course, his competitors and enemies from abroad were constantly upgrading their own systems, systems that could be used to undermine the national security of the United States. He was determined to stay one step ahead of the game, which was why he was here in Boston.
He opened his briefcase and flicked through the file on Rebecca Miles—the reason he’d flown halfway across the US.
With her brilliant mind she could name her price, but so far she’d refused to even speak to him. She was never available by phone, her only response being a curt e-mail letting him know she wasn’t interested in his proposition. He considered Rebecca Miles the best software engineer in the US, possibly even the world, and he’d been trying to get her to join his company for over a year now.
Her photograph was pinned to the front of the file. “Huh.” She didn’t look like a laugh a minute. In fact, the dreary image made her look exactly as he imagined a thirty-three-year-old software designer to look. Unkempt brown hair aggressively pulled back from her face made her look stern and uninviting. Brown eyes without the slightest hint of a smile ever having reached them stared back at him with unmoved detachment. He figured that was why she wore such thick-rimmed glasses. Was she a brilliant intellectual?
Undoubtedly. Was she also a sad geek? He didn’t know for sure, but he guessed she probably was. Whatever, Rebecca Miles was obviously a woman who was far more interested in her work than she was in her appearance.
Tyler shrugged. What did that matter to him? He was only interested in her genius. Reliable sources informed him that she was in the process of developing a revolutionary form of password protection, something that could dramatically transform his future business. There was no doubt in his mind that Rebecca Miles would be a major asset to Cerberus Technology.
He was ready to admit defeat when a couple of weeks ago he received an e-mail suggesting they meet for lunch, provided he took the time to fly to Boston. Fly to Boston? Who the hell does this woman think she is? They finally agreed on a business lunch tomorrow at this very hotel. After a last glance at the unappealing face in the picture, he returned her portfolio to his briefcase. As he slid it under the couch for safekeeping, his fingers brushed against something small and unfamiliar, and he pulled out a shiny black booklet of matches.
“Jesus Christ, I’m staying in a three thousand dollar-a-night suite, and the goddamn cleaners don’t even check under the sofa.”
Tyler figured it was the bumpy four-hour flight from Houston to Boston that made him irritated, but what the hell, kicking ass was therapeutic, especially as he’d been without a sub for well over a month now. Spanking Lucy had been a good way of letting off steam, until they’d slowly drifted apart after four years together.
Feeling pissed, he grabbed the phone and dialed reception. Fucking hell, is it too much to expect the room to be cleaned properly? As he curiously studied the attractive matchbook, a flash of gold rippled across the black glossy surface, catching his eye. He looked closer, and the italicized words “Club Submission” finally made him disconnect the call. Intrigued now, he placed the phone back in its cradle and studied the matchbook more closely. “Club Submission, huh. Interesting.”
Maybe he’d give them a call and go check the joint out. He needed to wind down, and Club Submission seemed his type of place.
* * * *
Tyler eased himself onto the last available stool and made the bartender aware he wanted another shot of Jack Daniel’s. While he waited, he glanced around the crowded room. The whole place heaved with life and vitality, everywhere from the packed stage with its provocative, erotic dancers to the numerous revelers enjoying the masquerade ball. The atmosphere created at Club Submission impressed Tyler. It reminded him of one back home in Houston, where he was a regular. He liked the way the club was split off into zones. The Warm Zone, where the bar was situated, was just that—a place for customers to warm up before things turned serious and the action moved to the Hot Zone. He studied this new environment more closely. Subdued lighting was complemented by interesting sexual murals, which decorated the walls. It was a tidy setup, allowing excellent views of the raised platform complete with a slave cage, holding a scantily clad submissive or two.
He’d never believed in coincidence, but the very night he was here in Boston on business, Club Submission was holding a masquerade party. Once the management had checked his ID, they’d encouraged him to come along and enjoy the evening. The only requirement being that he joined in and wore a costume. After he made a quick call to hotel reception, they managed to find him a sultan’s outfit, complete with pantaloons, turban, and matching waist sash, along with a mock beard and sinister black mask. Full marks to the Corinthian Hotel. The flamboyant costume was delivered to his suite within the hour. He guessed that word had gotten around that he gave good tips. Well, as the saying went, money talks.
“Same again?” the bartender asked.
“Yeah, thanks, Todd.” He’d been here for some two hours now, enjoying the show, and as with any private club, he’d picked up a lot from the guy behind the bar. Apparently, the two brothers who owned and managed the club were a pair of great guys. According to Todd they went by the names of Matt and Ethan Strong. Because tonight was party night, Club Submission was hosting demonstrations by a few trusted Masters and Mistresses. Shibari, bull whipping, and tips on training a new sub were all on the agenda. It was a way of introducing new members to the lifestyle without putting any pressure on them.
With an early start tomorrow, Tyler was happy to sit back and enjoy the show. In fact, merely watching the act of submission was a very erotic and pleasurable experience for all involved. There’d already been a display by a couple heavily into bondage, and his cock had hardened as he’d observed a Master demonstrating Shibari, a form of Japanese rope bondage, on a beautiful and willing girl. The Dom in charge didn’t perform the ancient technique quite as he would have done. Nevertheless, it was great seeing the web of ropes slowly tighten around the young woman’s lissome body.
He’d give it another hour or so then return to his hotel. Tyler felt relaxed, more relaxed than when he’d arrived in Boston some five hours ago.
When a tall, sexy woman wearing the most amazing perfume stood beside him, he couldn’t resist letting his gaze travel the seemingly never-ending length of her incredible stocking-clad legs. She looked good enough to eat, from her towering black stilettos to her gorgeous ass cheeks, gloriously naked save for the thinnest leather G-string he’d ever seen. Unable to tear his eyes from this vision of femininity, he drank in the sensual curve of her perfect breasts, which lay naked beneath the shortest leather jacket in history. Where the hell is her skirt? Thick, lustrous, dark-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders. He loved the way it swayed harmoniously from side to side as she moved her head.
Tyler licked his lips and cleverly adjusted his position on the barstool, well aware that a raging hard-on threatened to poke through the satin of his Ali Baba trousers.
Perhaps sensing his discomfort, a smile graced her full, luscious lips before she turned in his direction. “Like what you see?” It was a pity she wore a gold mask, because he figured her face would be as beautiful as her body.
He almost had to lip read, because he could barely hear anything above the pandemonium in the room. “Oh, yeah, you bet, honey.”
“Nice tattoo, by the way, mister.”
Sensing her interest, he leaned in closer, enjoying her unique feminine smell, then whispered in her ear, “If you were my sub, I’d spank you for being so provocative.”
She tossed back her head and laughed. Her teeth were perfect, too, not a filling in sight. She playfully wagged a finger at him. “Mmm, I might like that, but I’m not your sub, so you can’t.” She turned abruptly from him and called across the bar, “Hey, Todd, I’m running late. Take care of my purse.”
“Sure thing, Dana.” Todd took it from her, and then she was gone, swaying that sexy ass of hers as she slowly made her way toward the raised, revolving stage.
“Who’s the lady?” Tyler eventually inquired when he was finally able to drag his eyes from her tight butt.
Todd laughed. “She does seem to have that effect on guys.” He slid another shot of whiskey across the bar. “That’s Dana. She’s one of the erotic dancers.”
“Uh-huh. I see. Then she’s not a sub.”
The barman smiled knowingly. “You might not believe it, but she’s a sub all right. Just a very choosy one. Dana was a sub to one of the Masters here, but for one reason or another they split up a while ago. She hasn’t had another Master since. Like I say, Dana’s a real choosy girl, and with her looks she can afford to be.”
Tyler wistfully shook his head. “Too bad I’m flying back to Houston tomorrow.” He took a fifty-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to the bartender. “Thanks for a great evening, Todd. Have a drink on me, and when she’s finished gyrating on the stage, get one for the pretty lady, too. I like a sub with some spirit.”
“Fifty bucks, thank you, sir. You leaving us already?”
“Afraid so. Got an important business meeting tomorrow.” He stood and stretched out his hand. “Hope to see you again, buddy.”
Todd shook his hand. “You, too, sir, and thanks again.”
Tyler scooped his drink from the bar and made his way to the raised stage. The provocatively dressed woman was dancing suggestively on the revolving turntable, employing the slave cage as part of her sexy routine. He watched her for a while, fascinated by the way she contorted her body into unbelievable shapes. As she gyrated, the tiny leather jacket she wore spread open, revealing her beautiful naked breasts with their achingly tight pink nipples. Tyler took a slug of Jack Daniel’s, enjoying the scene unfolding before him.
He figured the sexy act had made her overheat, because she briefly stopped dancing and removed her golden mask. Tyler watched her dab away the perspiration with a towel. He was right, her face was as beautiful as her body. She then lowered the mask again and continued her routine.
Maybe she sensed his presence, because for a brief moment the most vivid blue eyes he’d ever seen stared back at him. He felt as though a connection had been made. Tyler smiled and raised his glass to her. He then took a final slug of the amber warmer and placed the empty glass on the nearest table before making his way from the club. As he pushed his way through the pulsing energy of a hundred happy people, he removed his mask. The fucking thing was making him hot, too, or was it the beautiful, seductive woman dancing on the stage that really had the blood rushing through his veins?
He turned one final time and watched the sexy lady still in command of her audience. Yeah, Club Submission was a great place, and he was glad he’d come.
Available from Bookstrand HERE
The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo is available from Bookstrand HERE
THE DOM WITH THE DRAGON TATTOOMasters of Submission # 5
JAN BOWLES
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
“May I take your bag, sir?”
“That won’t be necessary, thanks.”
Tyler Stone followed the gently swaying butt and billowing chestnut curls of the attractive young woman. It pleased him that the Corinthian Hotel employed bellhops of both sexes. He much preferred the female variety, especially as it gave him the opportunity to check out a shapely ass. The five-star hotel in downtown Boston certainly lived up to the hype and had been open less than a year. Expensive Italian marble lined the walls and floors, giving the thoroughly modern building an air of old-world opulence.
He just had time to breathe in her perfume before she stopped abruptly in the corridor. The pretty lady turned and smiled at him, showing her perfect white teeth. “This is your suite, Mr. Stone.” She deftly scanned the security key, and the door obediently clicked open a few inches.
He followed her inside and glanced, uninterested, at the tastefully decorated interior. In his line of work he got to stay in all manner of hotels. Even the high-end ones like the Corinthian were much of a muchness. They left him cold. So exactly what did he get for three thousand bucks a night? Well, he got plenty of room, including a separate living area, and all the latest technology such as Wi-Fi, widescreen TV, and a well-stocked minibar. The usual stuff.
The attractive, chestnut-haired girl waited expectantly as he briefly looked around. “Is everything satisfactory, sir?”
“Hmm, it’s fine. What’s your name, honey?”
“Tracy, sir.”
“You been working here long?”
“A few months, Mr. Stone.”
Tyler glanced at his new surroundings one more time. “Uh-huh. I see.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out his wallet. Then, taking out a fifty-dollar bill, he handed it to the girl. “There you go, honey.” He figured she worked for a low wage, and it was worth fifty bucks just to see that beautiful smile of hers.
Her cute mouth formed the perfect O as he pressed the crisp bill into her tiny hand. “Thank you, Mr. Stone, that’s very generous of you. If there’s anything else you need, just let me know.”
“I will, honey. You can count on it.”
Left alone, Tyler tossed his overnight bag on the bed then dragged his fingers through his hair. He’d been working sixteen-hour days for the last six months, and that king-size bed sure looked inviting.
Resisting the urge to rest, he moved to the living area with its luxurious seating and huge flat-screen TV. A suite of rooms might be considered an indulgence, but what the hell, he was here on business, so it was all tax deductible.
Cerberus Technology, the company he’d built from nothing, was known around the globe. Now, thanks to the determination and brilliance of his young team of software specialists, his company supplied the US military with state-of-the-art operating systems. He took pride in the fact that his systems boasted safeguards that made them almost impossible to hack into.
Of course, his competitors and enemies from abroad were constantly upgrading their own systems, systems that could be used to undermine the national security of the United States. He was determined to stay one step ahead of the game, which was why he was here in Boston.
He opened his briefcase and flicked through the file on Rebecca Miles—the reason he’d flown halfway across the US.
With her brilliant mind she could name her price, but so far she’d refused to even speak to him. She was never available by phone, her only response being a curt e-mail letting him know she wasn’t interested in his proposition. He considered Rebecca Miles the best software engineer in the US, possibly even the world, and he’d been trying to get her to join his company for over a year now.
Her photograph was pinned to the front of the file. “Huh.” She didn’t look like a laugh a minute. In fact, the dreary image made her look exactly as he imagined a thirty-three-year-old software designer to look. Unkempt brown hair aggressively pulled back from her face made her look stern and uninviting. Brown eyes without the slightest hint of a smile ever having reached them stared back at him with unmoved detachment. He figured that was why she wore such thick-rimmed glasses. Was she a brilliant intellectual?
Undoubtedly. Was she also a sad geek? He didn’t know for sure, but he guessed she probably was. Whatever, Rebecca Miles was obviously a woman who was far more interested in her work than she was in her appearance.
Tyler shrugged. What did that matter to him? He was only interested in her genius. Reliable sources informed him that she was in the process of developing a revolutionary form of password protection, something that could dramatically transform his future business. There was no doubt in his mind that Rebecca Miles would be a major asset to Cerberus Technology.
He was ready to admit defeat when a couple of weeks ago he received an e-mail suggesting they meet for lunch, provided he took the time to fly to Boston. Fly to Boston? Who the hell does this woman think she is? They finally agreed on a business lunch tomorrow at this very hotel. After a last glance at the unappealing face in the picture, he returned her portfolio to his briefcase. As he slid it under the couch for safekeeping, his fingers brushed against something small and unfamiliar, and he pulled out a shiny black booklet of matches.
“Jesus Christ, I’m staying in a three thousand dollar-a-night suite, and the goddamn cleaners don’t even check under the sofa.”
Tyler figured it was the bumpy four-hour flight from Houston to Boston that made him irritated, but what the hell, kicking ass was therapeutic, especially as he’d been without a sub for well over a month now. Spanking Lucy had been a good way of letting off steam, until they’d slowly drifted apart after four years together.
Feeling pissed, he grabbed the phone and dialed reception. Fucking hell, is it too much to expect the room to be cleaned properly? As he curiously studied the attractive matchbook, a flash of gold rippled across the black glossy surface, catching his eye. He looked closer, and the italicized words “Club Submission” finally made him disconnect the call. Intrigued now, he placed the phone back in its cradle and studied the matchbook more closely. “Club Submission, huh. Interesting.”
Maybe he’d give them a call and go check the joint out. He needed to wind down, and Club Submission seemed his type of place.
* * * *
Tyler eased himself onto the last available stool and made the bartender aware he wanted another shot of Jack Daniel’s. While he waited, he glanced around the crowded room. The whole place heaved with life and vitality, everywhere from the packed stage with its provocative, erotic dancers to the numerous revelers enjoying the masquerade ball. The atmosphere created at Club Submission impressed Tyler. It reminded him of one back home in Houston, where he was a regular. He liked the way the club was split off into zones. The Warm Zone, where the bar was situated, was just that—a place for customers to warm up before things turned serious and the action moved to the Hot Zone. He studied this new environment more closely. Subdued lighting was complemented by interesting sexual murals, which decorated the walls. It was a tidy setup, allowing excellent views of the raised platform complete with a slave cage, holding a scantily clad submissive or two.
He’d never believed in coincidence, but the very night he was here in Boston on business, Club Submission was holding a masquerade party. Once the management had checked his ID, they’d encouraged him to come along and enjoy the evening. The only requirement being that he joined in and wore a costume. After he made a quick call to hotel reception, they managed to find him a sultan’s outfit, complete with pantaloons, turban, and matching waist sash, along with a mock beard and sinister black mask. Full marks to the Corinthian Hotel. The flamboyant costume was delivered to his suite within the hour. He guessed that word had gotten around that he gave good tips. Well, as the saying went, money talks.
“Same again?” the bartender asked.
“Yeah, thanks, Todd.” He’d been here for some two hours now, enjoying the show, and as with any private club, he’d picked up a lot from the guy behind the bar. Apparently, the two brothers who owned and managed the club were a pair of great guys. According to Todd they went by the names of Matt and Ethan Strong. Because tonight was party night, Club Submission was hosting demonstrations by a few trusted Masters and Mistresses. Shibari, bull whipping, and tips on training a new sub were all on the agenda. It was a way of introducing new members to the lifestyle without putting any pressure on them.
With an early start tomorrow, Tyler was happy to sit back and enjoy the show. In fact, merely watching the act of submission was a very erotic and pleasurable experience for all involved. There’d already been a display by a couple heavily into bondage, and his cock had hardened as he’d observed a Master demonstrating Shibari, a form of Japanese rope bondage, on a beautiful and willing girl. The Dom in charge didn’t perform the ancient technique quite as he would have done. Nevertheless, it was great seeing the web of ropes slowly tighten around the young woman’s lissome body.
He’d give it another hour or so then return to his hotel. Tyler felt relaxed, more relaxed than when he’d arrived in Boston some five hours ago.
When a tall, sexy woman wearing the most amazing perfume stood beside him, he couldn’t resist letting his gaze travel the seemingly never-ending length of her incredible stocking-clad legs. She looked good enough to eat, from her towering black stilettos to her gorgeous ass cheeks, gloriously naked save for the thinnest leather G-string he’d ever seen. Unable to tear his eyes from this vision of femininity, he drank in the sensual curve of her perfect breasts, which lay naked beneath the shortest leather jacket in history. Where the hell is her skirt? Thick, lustrous, dark-brown hair cascaded over her shoulders. He loved the way it swayed harmoniously from side to side as she moved her head.
Tyler licked his lips and cleverly adjusted his position on the barstool, well aware that a raging hard-on threatened to poke through the satin of his Ali Baba trousers.
Perhaps sensing his discomfort, a smile graced her full, luscious lips before she turned in his direction. “Like what you see?” It was a pity she wore a gold mask, because he figured her face would be as beautiful as her body.
He almost had to lip read, because he could barely hear anything above the pandemonium in the room. “Oh, yeah, you bet, honey.”
“Nice tattoo, by the way, mister.”
Sensing her interest, he leaned in closer, enjoying her unique feminine smell, then whispered in her ear, “If you were my sub, I’d spank you for being so provocative.”
She tossed back her head and laughed. Her teeth were perfect, too, not a filling in sight. She playfully wagged a finger at him. “Mmm, I might like that, but I’m not your sub, so you can’t.” She turned abruptly from him and called across the bar, “Hey, Todd, I’m running late. Take care of my purse.”
“Sure thing, Dana.” Todd took it from her, and then she was gone, swaying that sexy ass of hers as she slowly made her way toward the raised, revolving stage.
“Who’s the lady?” Tyler eventually inquired when he was finally able to drag his eyes from her tight butt.
Todd laughed. “She does seem to have that effect on guys.” He slid another shot of whiskey across the bar. “That’s Dana. She’s one of the erotic dancers.”
“Uh-huh. I see. Then she’s not a sub.”
The barman smiled knowingly. “You might not believe it, but she’s a sub all right. Just a very choosy one. Dana was a sub to one of the Masters here, but for one reason or another they split up a while ago. She hasn’t had another Master since. Like I say, Dana’s a real choosy girl, and with her looks she can afford to be.”
Tyler wistfully shook his head. “Too bad I’m flying back to Houston tomorrow.” He took a fifty-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to the bartender. “Thanks for a great evening, Todd. Have a drink on me, and when she’s finished gyrating on the stage, get one for the pretty lady, too. I like a sub with some spirit.”
“Fifty bucks, thank you, sir. You leaving us already?”
“Afraid so. Got an important business meeting tomorrow.” He stood and stretched out his hand. “Hope to see you again, buddy.”
Todd shook his hand. “You, too, sir, and thanks again.”
Tyler scooped his drink from the bar and made his way to the raised stage. The provocatively dressed woman was dancing suggestively on the revolving turntable, employing the slave cage as part of her sexy routine. He watched her for a while, fascinated by the way she contorted her body into unbelievable shapes. As she gyrated, the tiny leather jacket she wore spread open, revealing her beautiful naked breasts with their achingly tight pink nipples. Tyler took a slug of Jack Daniel’s, enjoying the scene unfolding before him.
He figured the sexy act had made her overheat, because she briefly stopped dancing and removed her golden mask. Tyler watched her dab away the perspiration with a towel. He was right, her face was as beautiful as her body. She then lowered the mask again and continued her routine.
Maybe she sensed his presence, because for a brief moment the most vivid blue eyes he’d ever seen stared back at him. He felt as though a connection had been made. Tyler smiled and raised his glass to her. He then took a final slug of the amber warmer and placed the empty glass on the nearest table before making his way from the club. As he pushed his way through the pulsing energy of a hundred happy people, he removed his mask. The fucking thing was making him hot, too, or was it the beautiful, seductive woman dancing on the stage that really had the blood rushing through his veins?
He turned one final time and watched the sexy lady still in command of her audience. Yeah, Club Submission was a great place, and he was glad he’d come.
Available from Bookstrand HERE
February 19, 2013
Guest Blogger: Annette Gisby ~ Erotic Romance Author
My guest today is
Annette Gisby.
With many books to her name, this erotic romance writer has plenty to offer readers. From M/M romance to M/F Mystery Suspense, there's an e-book just waiting to be read.
Welcome, Annette , and thanks for being my guest today. Now, I've whetted everyone's appetite, let's get down to the questions.
Q. Where did you get the idea for The Prince's Guard?
Most of my ideas come to me in the form of characters who pop into my head one day and they don't leave me alone until I've written something about them. Recently I was diagnosed with Migraine Associated Vertigo. As well as the terrible dizziness, headaches and balance problems, it also plays havoc with your concentration and I knew I wouldn't have the concentration for a novel at the moment, so I decided to concentrate on shorter stories, as is the case with The Prince's Guard. It's an erotic M/M BDSM story set in a fantasy universe.
Q. Tell us a bit about the heroes and in The Prince's Guard.
Dashan is the eldest son and is the crown prince. There are various enemies of their small country who would love nothing better than to abduct him or worse, so he is assigned a bodyguard called Ryland. Dashan doesn't want a bodyguard and is always trying to elude him, sneaking out of the castle disguised as a peasant for example, but somehow Ryland always finds him. What Dashan doesn't know, but the king does, is that as well being a guard, Ryland is also a wizard and can easily track the prince down, no matter where he goes.
This leads to a sexy confrontation between them both when Dashan tries to sneak to a brothel that caters for men who like men and Ryland offers the prince what he wants: the chance to submit his will to someone else. I wanted to turn expectations on their head, you might expect the prince to be the dominant one, with all his life giving orders to people, but he wants to give up control.
Q. What are you working on right now, and what can we expect from you next?
I'm currently in edits for my romantic suspense novel, Drowning Rapunzel, which is being re-released by Pink Petal Books. It's been revised and expanded since it was first published, so there are some new bits in it too. I'm also editing and doing the layout for my short story and novella collection, Shadows of the Rose to be uploaded as an ebook.
After that I have a couple of more M/M romances. One I think will be a short story, but the other one may be a novella, it keeps expanding. It probably won't be a novel-length, but we'll see.
Q. How do we find out about you and your books?
My website at http://www.annettegisby.n3.net
And my goodreads page
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/252221.Annette_Gisby
Q. How may readers contact you?
They can email me at Annette.Gisby ( at ) which.net
Q. Do you prefer stand-alone books or series (As a reader or a writer) ?
I read a bit of both and don't really have a preference, it just depends what I'm in the mood for at the time. Fantasy is one of my favourite genres, and most of them come as a set of three or more. Some books work well as a series, for example crime novels with the same detective, but each is a different story in its own right.
Q. Do you ever experience writer's block?
Plenty of times! When it happens, I go and do something else: go for a walk, do a bit of housework and have a think of where the trouble might be. I usually get my best ideas just before I go to sleep.
Q. Do you write an outline before every book you write?
I normally have a vague outline in my head and start writing and see what happens. Writing comes more naturally to me without a plan. I'd written a plan for my romantic suspense novel and throughout I had one character in my head as the 'baddie' and they were also down in my plan, but when I got to the denouement, it wasn't him! It was such a surprise, but it worked really well for that book so I kept it in.
Q. What do you like to do when you're not writing?
It probably won't be a surprise that I love reading! Our house is full of books and there aren't enough room on the bookshelves anymore. We have bookcases in the kitchen, living room, bedroom, study and lately we've been eyeing up the hallway to see if any would fit there.
I play computer games like Dragon Quest and The Sims, if I get my writing goal done that day, then I can play a game in the evening or read a book for pleasure. I'm not very good with shoot 'em up type games, my reflexes are very bad so I don't tend to go for those. Games aimed at about seven year olds I can usually manage.
We moved house about three years ago which doubled our mortgage, so we don't travel as much as we'd like, but before that we'd been all around the world to places like New Zealand, Australia, Mexico, Singapore and lots of places in Europe. I love to travel and visit new places, even though I get very sick on most forms of transport, I was even travel sick on a bicycle.
Q. Are there any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?
Just two basic things: keep reading and keep writing. Turn off the self-editor in your head and write what you want to write. Don't worry if it's going to be marketable or suitable for that publisher or this one. Just get the story written first and then go back to polish it. If I kept editing as I went along, I'd never get any story finished. If you can find a critique group or partner, even better and you can encourage each other. You won't find a publisher if you haven't got anything written to submit to them.
Develop a tough skin for the inevitable rejections and bad reviews. Not everyone is going to love what you've written, so the best thing is to write to please yourself, because you are not going to please everybody else anyway. I couldn't write a book that I wouldn't want to read, even though it might be what the market is after at the moment (shape shifters, vampires etc.) They're just not my thing so I wouldn't write one.
Excerpt from The Prince's Guard
“How do I look?” Dashan turned to his little brother, who was staring at him, mouth agape and eyes agog at Dashan’s transformation from spoiled prince to peasant in such a short space of time.
“You’re not really sneaking out tonight, are you?” asked Aniel. “What if Captain Ryland catches you again? Father won’t be happy with you.”
“I’ve no intention of getting caught this time. Why do you think I’m wearing this disguise?” Dashan’s face darkened as he thought of Captain Ryland. Just because he was captain of the King’s men-at-arms, he seemed to think that meant that he was the boss of the princes too. Officially, he was Captain of the Guards, unofficially he was Dashan’s bodyguard and Dashan railed at that fact. Everywhere he turned, there was Ryland getting in his way and preventing him from having any fun. Dashan couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his friends or even visited a tavern without Ryland tagging along or turning up. He put a pall on everything, like a mourner mistakenly turning up for a wedding feast rather than a funeral.
“What about the Alradai? If there are any of their spies about, you could be in serious trouble. That’s why Father wanted you to have a bodyguard in the first place. You could start an international incident if you get kidnapped. The Alradai would love to have the crown prince as a hostage. They’d like nothing better for us to be at war again.”
“No one’s going to know I’m a prince,” said Dashan, frowning. “I’m just an ordinary peasant out to enjoy an evening at the tavern.”
“And maybe a wench or two, eh?” Aniel winked at him.
“Maybe,” Dashan agreed, although he knew he was lying to himself and his brother. For a long while he’d suspected that the female form wasn’t where his interest lay. Instead of spying on the maids like his brothers sometimes did, Dashan was often to be found watching the soldiers and men-at-arms at their drills. He much preferred it in the summer when they would remove their armour and shirts, practicing their arms in little more than their kilts. It was strong, firm chests Dashan dreamed of, not flowery scents and softness. He wanted someone strong, someone forceful, someone so passionate that they forgot he was a prince and just ravished him. The trouble was that the only person he could imagine being as forceful as that was Ryland. Dashan scowled, he doubted Ryland had a passionate bone in his body. He was just annoying. Dashan couldn’t wait to be rid of him. Ryland riled him like no one else could.
No one thought it odd that the crown prince spent so much in the men’s company, after all once he was king, they would be his men to command and his father just thought he was being friendly to the men who would serve him. The trouble was, Dashan wanted to be more than friendly. He wanted much more, but the castle was a hotbed of gossip, so there was no one he could approach without word of it getting back to his father. He’d heard that in the lower city there were places you could go to, pleasure houses that catered to every patron’s whim, male or female.
Dashan knew what he wanted and tonight he was going to get it.
Thank you, Annette , for a wonderful excerpt. Annette loves to hear from readers so please leave a comment.
Welcome, Annette , and thanks for being my guest today. Now, I've whetted everyone's appetite, let's get down to the questions.
Q. Where did you get the idea for The Prince's Guard?
Most of my ideas come to me in the form of characters who pop into my head one day and they don't leave me alone until I've written something about them. Recently I was diagnosed with Migraine Associated Vertigo. As well as the terrible dizziness, headaches and balance problems, it also plays havoc with your concentration and I knew I wouldn't have the concentration for a novel at the moment, so I decided to concentrate on shorter stories, as is the case with The Prince's Guard. It's an erotic M/M BDSM story set in a fantasy universe.Q. Tell us a bit about the heroes and in The Prince's Guard.
Dashan is the eldest son and is the crown prince. There are various enemies of their small country who would love nothing better than to abduct him or worse, so he is assigned a bodyguard called Ryland. Dashan doesn't want a bodyguard and is always trying to elude him, sneaking out of the castle disguised as a peasant for example, but somehow Ryland always finds him. What Dashan doesn't know, but the king does, is that as well being a guard, Ryland is also a wizard and can easily track the prince down, no matter where he goes.
This leads to a sexy confrontation between them both when Dashan tries to sneak to a brothel that caters for men who like men and Ryland offers the prince what he wants: the chance to submit his will to someone else. I wanted to turn expectations on their head, you might expect the prince to be the dominant one, with all his life giving orders to people, but he wants to give up control.
Q. What are you working on right now, and what can we expect from you next?
I'm currently in edits for my romantic suspense novel, Drowning Rapunzel, which is being re-released by Pink Petal Books. It's been revised and expanded since it was first published, so there are some new bits in it too. I'm also editing and doing the layout for my short story and novella collection, Shadows of the Rose to be uploaded as an ebook.
After that I have a couple of more M/M romances. One I think will be a short story, but the other one may be a novella, it keeps expanding. It probably won't be a novel-length, but we'll see.
Q. How do we find out about you and your books?
My website at http://www.annettegisby.n3.net
And my goodreads page
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/252221.Annette_Gisby
Q. How may readers contact you?
They can email me at Annette.Gisby ( at ) which.net
Q. Do you prefer stand-alone books or series (As a reader or a writer) ?
I read a bit of both and don't really have a preference, it just depends what I'm in the mood for at the time. Fantasy is one of my favourite genres, and most of them come as a set of three or more. Some books work well as a series, for example crime novels with the same detective, but each is a different story in its own right.
Q. Do you ever experience writer's block?
Plenty of times! When it happens, I go and do something else: go for a walk, do a bit of housework and have a think of where the trouble might be. I usually get my best ideas just before I go to sleep.
Q. Do you write an outline before every book you write?
I normally have a vague outline in my head and start writing and see what happens. Writing comes more naturally to me without a plan. I'd written a plan for my romantic suspense novel and throughout I had one character in my head as the 'baddie' and they were also down in my plan, but when I got to the denouement, it wasn't him! It was such a surprise, but it worked really well for that book so I kept it in.
Q. What do you like to do when you're not writing?
It probably won't be a surprise that I love reading! Our house is full of books and there aren't enough room on the bookshelves anymore. We have bookcases in the kitchen, living room, bedroom, study and lately we've been eyeing up the hallway to see if any would fit there.
I play computer games like Dragon Quest and The Sims, if I get my writing goal done that day, then I can play a game in the evening or read a book for pleasure. I'm not very good with shoot 'em up type games, my reflexes are very bad so I don't tend to go for those. Games aimed at about seven year olds I can usually manage.
We moved house about three years ago which doubled our mortgage, so we don't travel as much as we'd like, but before that we'd been all around the world to places like New Zealand, Australia, Mexico, Singapore and lots of places in Europe. I love to travel and visit new places, even though I get very sick on most forms of transport, I was even travel sick on a bicycle.
Q. Are there any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?
Just two basic things: keep reading and keep writing. Turn off the self-editor in your head and write what you want to write. Don't worry if it's going to be marketable or suitable for that publisher or this one. Just get the story written first and then go back to polish it. If I kept editing as I went along, I'd never get any story finished. If you can find a critique group or partner, even better and you can encourage each other. You won't find a publisher if you haven't got anything written to submit to them.Develop a tough skin for the inevitable rejections and bad reviews. Not everyone is going to love what you've written, so the best thing is to write to please yourself, because you are not going to please everybody else anyway. I couldn't write a book that I wouldn't want to read, even though it might be what the market is after at the moment (shape shifters, vampires etc.) They're just not my thing so I wouldn't write one.
Excerpt from The Prince's Guard
“How do I look?” Dashan turned to his little brother, who was staring at him, mouth agape and eyes agog at Dashan’s transformation from spoiled prince to peasant in such a short space of time.
“You’re not really sneaking out tonight, are you?” asked Aniel. “What if Captain Ryland catches you again? Father won’t be happy with you.”
“I’ve no intention of getting caught this time. Why do you think I’m wearing this disguise?” Dashan’s face darkened as he thought of Captain Ryland. Just because he was captain of the King’s men-at-arms, he seemed to think that meant that he was the boss of the princes too. Officially, he was Captain of the Guards, unofficially he was Dashan’s bodyguard and Dashan railed at that fact. Everywhere he turned, there was Ryland getting in his way and preventing him from having any fun. Dashan couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen his friends or even visited a tavern without Ryland tagging along or turning up. He put a pall on everything, like a mourner mistakenly turning up for a wedding feast rather than a funeral.
“What about the Alradai? If there are any of their spies about, you could be in serious trouble. That’s why Father wanted you to have a bodyguard in the first place. You could start an international incident if you get kidnapped. The Alradai would love to have the crown prince as a hostage. They’d like nothing better for us to be at war again.”
“No one’s going to know I’m a prince,” said Dashan, frowning. “I’m just an ordinary peasant out to enjoy an evening at the tavern.”
“And maybe a wench or two, eh?” Aniel winked at him.
“Maybe,” Dashan agreed, although he knew he was lying to himself and his brother. For a long while he’d suspected that the female form wasn’t where his interest lay. Instead of spying on the maids like his brothers sometimes did, Dashan was often to be found watching the soldiers and men-at-arms at their drills. He much preferred it in the summer when they would remove their armour and shirts, practicing their arms in little more than their kilts. It was strong, firm chests Dashan dreamed of, not flowery scents and softness. He wanted someone strong, someone forceful, someone so passionate that they forgot he was a prince and just ravished him. The trouble was that the only person he could imagine being as forceful as that was Ryland. Dashan scowled, he doubted Ryland had a passionate bone in his body. He was just annoying. Dashan couldn’t wait to be rid of him. Ryland riled him like no one else could.
No one thought it odd that the crown prince spent so much in the men’s company, after all once he was king, they would be his men to command and his father just thought he was being friendly to the men who would serve him. The trouble was, Dashan wanted to be more than friendly. He wanted much more, but the castle was a hotbed of gossip, so there was no one he could approach without word of it getting back to his father. He’d heard that in the lower city there were places you could go to, pleasure houses that catered to every patron’s whim, male or female.
Dashan knew what he wanted and tonight he was going to get it.
Thank you, Annette , for a wonderful excerpt. Annette loves to hear from readers so please leave a comment.
February 15, 2013
Release Day for The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo
Today is release day for my 5th Masters of Submission book. It's called
The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo
The Blurb:
Thirty-nine-year-old, self-made billionaire Tyler Stone demands the best software engineer in the country for his successful global business, Cerberus Technology. The best comes in the form of thirty-three-year-old Rebecca Miles—an opinionated and strong-willed team leader with a rival software company.Rebecca knows she’s the best there is, and consequently demands a seven-figure salary, plus an Aston Martin, before she will even consider working for Tyler Stone. He reluctantly agrees, but on a visit to Club Submission, Tyler learns that Rebecca is a natural submissive in her private life, and has recently finished a long-term relationship with her Master. He keeps this valuable information to himself, hoping to use it to his advantage when the time is right. Ultimately, he is unable to resist the challenge of taming this beautiful, outspoken woman, and bending her to his iron will.Will the Dom in Tyler be powerful enough to bring out the submissive in Rebecca?A Siren Erotic RomanceThe Dom with the Dragon Tattoo can be purchased from Bookstrand HERE
The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo
The Blurb:Thirty-nine-year-old, self-made billionaire Tyler Stone demands the best software engineer in the country for his successful global business, Cerberus Technology. The best comes in the form of thirty-three-year-old Rebecca Miles—an opinionated and strong-willed team leader with a rival software company.Rebecca knows she’s the best there is, and consequently demands a seven-figure salary, plus an Aston Martin, before she will even consider working for Tyler Stone. He reluctantly agrees, but on a visit to Club Submission, Tyler learns that Rebecca is a natural submissive in her private life, and has recently finished a long-term relationship with her Master. He keeps this valuable information to himself, hoping to use it to his advantage when the time is right. Ultimately, he is unable to resist the challenge of taming this beautiful, outspoken woman, and bending her to his iron will.Will the Dom in Tyler be powerful enough to bring out the submissive in Rebecca?A Siren Erotic RomanceThe Dom with the Dragon Tattoo can be purchased from Bookstrand HERE
February 14, 2013
Snowed in with the Montana Ranger receives Sensual Reads Reviewers Choice Award 2012
I am honoured to announce that my erotic contemporary romance ~
Snowed in with the Montana Ranger All-American Heroes # 1
has received a
Sensual Reads Reviewers Choice Award 2012
See all the awards HERE
