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Masturbation Monday - The Harlequin

Welcome to Masturbation Monday, and wow what a prompt we have this week! It reminds me of one of the spin-off stories in the SEXY AS HELL trilogy, THE HARLEQUIN. Here's a snippet to whet your appetite...
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Sexy as Hell: an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.
Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.
Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.
Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…
Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.

A little about The Harlequin -  Marti, who features in The Harlequin, is a character in book #1 of the Sexy as Hell Trilogy. Because of his unusual lifestyle, flamboyant appearance and daring act at Eden Street, Marti really deserved his own book, not least because in part he was responsible for Victor (the hero in The Novice) finding his own inner beast and releasing his animalistic passion on a very delighted Zara.
Marti shares his life with Joel, the only man who has accepted Marti for exactly who he is—a guy with male and female parts. Although they are in love, they do like to dabble in threesomes from time to time. When Marti’s snake, Rio, becomes ill, a visit to the vet gives them more than just antibiotics for the snake…


Sheldon’s flat was typical bachelor pad, all black leather, muted green curtains, and boxy furniture. There was a picture of a lion bringing down a zebra above a glowing halogen fire mounted on the wall.Joel shut the door of the living area, took my jacket, hung it on a hook, and then stood next to me as Sheldon opened a drinks cabinet.“Brandy?” he asked.“Perfect,” Joel said. “But a small one for me.” He shrugged. “Driving.”I glanced at him, and we shared a look. We both hoped that driving wouldn’t be on the agenda for a while yet.As the clink of the decanter touching the glasses rattled around the quiet room, I walked over to the low sofa and studied the contents of what appeared to be a small, square medical trolley on wheels. Spread out on a pale blue sheet were several long, thin instruments, a tube of KY, a syringe and some cream latex gloves.“What’s this?” I went to pick up one of the stick things.“Please, don’t touch.” Sheldon walked quickly over, three tumblers locked in his big hands, and gestured for me to take one.“Why not?” I asked, pressing my hand between my breasts.“They’re sterile. Here, take a drink.”I did as he’d asked and let the heat of the brandy flood my tongue and throat.Joel joined us and took a sip of his. The warmth of his body radiated onto my bare left arm.“What are they?” I asked.“Sounds,” Sheldon said. “These particular ones are Van Buren’s. My favourite sort. Though I am partial to the rosebud here.”“Sounds?” I looked at Sheldon. “What do you do with them?”“Lots of fun things that make me feel real good, Marti.” He dropped his gaze to my tits. “Maybe you should try them.”“I think he’d like that,” Joel said, brushing my hair over my shoulder and letting his fingers skim my neck.A tingle went over my skin. “You know what they are?”“Yes, I’ve seen them used before.” Joel continued to stroke my neck, lower, and lower still onto the rise of my cleavage. “They can be very sensual.”“You ever tried it, Joel?” Sheldon asked.“A couple of times.”“You never told me?” I said. “About sounds.”He shrugged and brushed his lips over mine. “I guess I just always get distracted when you’re naked. Other things come to mind.”“And I can’t blame you, Joel.” Sheldon rested his hand on my forearm. “Marti is damn beautiful.”“He is,” Joel said. “In every way.”A zip of pleasure washed up my back. After years of being told I was odd, weird, and ugly by my parents and other, small-minded people, having two hot guys adore me and lavish sweet words on me was delicious.“So what are they for?” I managed. My breath was a little short, and my heart rate had picked up.“They’re for stimulating the prostate via the urethra,” Sheldon said. “A bit of lube and down they go. It’s pretty fucking intense.”“It’s pretty fucking awesome from what I remember,” Joel said, taking my drink and setting it down alongside his.I peered around Sheldon’s shoulder at the sounds. “They go down your cock?”“Yep, that’s exactly what they do.” Sheldon ran his hand up my arm and glanced at Joel.Joel smiled at him and gave a small nod—permission to touch me granted.Heat filled my stomach, and my cock pressed against my zipper. Fuck. This was too good. Joel was up for sharing me as much as I wanted to be shared. Praise to the Lord.“I want to try it now,” I said. “If it feels so bloody good.”Sheldon twitched his eyebrows. “Really?”“Yeah, really. Joel, can I?”“Of course, baby, if Sheldon is happy to do the honours. I’m a little out of practice.” He grinned, and I knew he wanted to watch Sheldon touching me, pleasuring me. He’d confessed in the past that he found it hot that I was his to give to another person, just for a while. That he knew I always came back to him even if I’d come until I’d passed out with someone else. It was always him I needed at the end of the day.“I’m more than happy to show Joel the delights of sounding,” Sheldon said, raising his touch to my breasts and tracing the outline of my bra through my clothes. “I was expecting to play alone this evening, but now, well, this is just perfect.”Joel moved behind me and tugged down the zipper on my dress. It was tight and didn’t fall away so he peeled it over my head and then set it aside.Sheldon stepped back, scanned his gaze down my body, taking in my boots, stockings, black knickers and bra, and let out a slow whistle. “Jesus, you’re something else. Like every fantasy come true, tits and a cock.” He downed his drink then placed the empty glass on a side table.“I’m glad you approve,” I said, jabbing one hand onto my waist and jutting my hip provocatively.“Oh, I more than approve, I’m in fucking seventh heaven seeing you like this, and soon, you’ll be in heaven, too, once I get you coming with these sounds.”“I like the idea of that.”Joel released my bra, and it fell to the floor. My breasts were pert, and despite being large barely dipped at all. And they still smelt deliciously of Joel’s spunk.“You can touch them,” Joel said to Sheldon. “They’re very sensitive, though, so be gentle.”“Of course.”Sheldon stepped up to me as Joel circled his hands around my body and supported my breasts in his palms. I leaned into him, my back on his chest, and ran my hand over Sheldon’s short, sharp hair as he bent to suckle on my right nipple.“Oh, yes, that’s it,” I gasped. “Like that.”His mouth was hot and wet, and he flicked and nibbled in a way that had my nipple erect and solid in seconds.Through his jeans, Joel pushed his hard-on into the channel of my arse cheeks. I groaned and fluttered my eyes shut, my long, fake lashes tickling the tops of my cheeks. I’d gone from being worried sick about Rio to gagging for some steamy action all within the space of a couple of hours.“I’m going to need him on the table, lying down,” Joel said. “It’s the right height.”“Okay.” Joel stepped away, grabbed a cushion and quilted blanket from the sofa, and went to the long wooden table standing by the curtained window.Sheldon straightened and pressed his damp lips to mine. I slid my hands over his shoulders, pulled him closer, and peeked my tongue into his mouth. Damn, the guy tasted as good as he smelt; rich coffee and dark chocolate.“This should make it softer.” Joel shook the blanket over the table and set the cushion as a pillow. “Come here, baby, let’s get you settled.”I pulled back from Sheldon and stared into his eyes. They were brimming with lust and sparkling with anticipation.“Yes, let’s get this show on the road.” Sheldon threaded his fingers with mine and led me to the table. “But do you mind leaving on your stockings and boots, they’re so fucking sexy.”“Your wish is my command,” I said.“Such a good sub,” Joel said, kissing my cheek and then rolling down my knickers.My cock sprung up to my navel, hard and eager, as he stooped to take my panties over one foot and then the other.“Mmm, I’d normally work a first-timer on a soft cock but I don’t think that’s going to happen, is it?” Sheldon said.“Not with you two drop-dead hunks in the room, no.” I fisted my dick and gave a few tugs. “You’ve got me hard enough to hammer nails.”Sheldon laughed. “Okay, we’ll have to make do then.” He collected the trolley and set it by the end of the table.Joel helped me climb on with my lower legs dangling over the end. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched Joel tickle his fingers over my nipples.Sheldon snapped a glove onto his right hand. He looked bloody lovely standing between my legs in his white coat, black shirt, trousers and that glove. I’d never been into the whole medical thing, but right now it was pressing all my buttons. I had thoughts of his latex-covered finger spearing my arse hole and groaned.“This is a sterile wipe,” he said. “For the tip of this pretty dick of yours.”He held my cock in his ungloved hand, his big fingers wrapping tight around my erection and holding me firm.I let out a sigh at the sight of it and the feel of him touching me for the first time. Carefully, he smoothed the cool, alcohol-smelling wad of cotton over my glans.“This is going to be so hot to watch,” Joel said, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I’m as fucking hard as you are, baby.”

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The Harlequin

Saturday Spankings - GRAND SLAM

Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week, in honour of the Australian Open, my co-authored BDSM novel GRAND SLAM is on special offer at just 99c/99p

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California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.
I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.



“Yes, oh yes!” The words tumbled from her sweet lips, almost tripping over one another in their eagerness to get out. It was that eagerness that had my cock pressing excitedly against the crotch of my trousers. I could hardly believe she was here. Not just with me, but in a BDSM club, watching people slap and fuck. The best part was that she was enjoying herself, getting turned on. I could tell from the little wiggles she was doing in her seat and the way her fingers gripped mine, twitching slightly every time the woman in the purple corset landed a blow on her man’s arse. It was time for Marie’s second lesson in submission.“Well, are you going to tell me or do I have to guess? I warn you, if I have to guess, it’ll be so much worse for you.”“N-no, it’s okay. I’ll tell you.”I watched her chest lift and then drop as she sucked in and released a deep breath. Her dark eyes met mine and it was all I could do to stop myself kissing her again. It wouldn’t have been a bad thing, of course, but I didn’t want to prevent her from saying what she wanted, how she wanted me to punish her for sending her little fingers somewhere they never should have strayed. I could scarcely wait for her to say it so I could get my hands on her perfect body and set us both on the path to utter bliss.“I-I would like you to, um, put me over your knee and spank me.”My cock almost ripped through my boxers and trousers, Incredible Hulk-style. It was as if she’d read my mind. Or perhaps the comment I’d made in her office about rendering her backside red and sore before taking it in my hands and licking her pussy until she screamed had made an impression. I certainly hoped so, because at that moment there was nothing I wanted to do more.“Okay,” I said, bringing her hand to my mouth and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “It’ll have to be my hand, though. I don’t have a paddle or anything with me. I wasn’t expecting to play with anyone tonight.”“That’s okay.” Her voice was so quiet I had to lean closer to catch her words. “I want you to use your hand. To feel your skin against mine.”

My Sexy Rainy Afternoon ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS174

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday. This week, in honour of the Australian Open, my co-authored novel GRAND SLAM is on special offer at just 99c/99p.

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California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.
I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.


“The bedroom’s that way,” Travis said, then practically shoved me into a stunningly big room with a large chocolate-brown leather bed and dark built-in furniture.Was I dreaming? Floating? Had I taken something illegal that was giving me the mother of all highs? I wasn’t sure of the answer, but my God it felt good. My senses were alive, my heart pounding; every breath seemed to course through my body, delivering oxygen, yes, but also neat lust to each cell of my being.Travis strode over to the window, drew the heavy black curtains then turned to me, hands on his hips, his feet apart and his eyebrows drawn down low and determined.I gulped. It was an expression I’d seen on him a couple of times before. I never thought I’d see it directed at me, though. In the past I’d always seen Travis Connolly glare like that just before he won a match point at a major tournament. It was his “I’m going to get exactly what I want and there’s nothing you can do to stop me” stare.A quiver of nerves attacked my belly, sending goose bumps skittering over my skin. They all seemed to congregate on my arse, and again I was reminded of the smarting and the sting of my dress rubbing against the sore flesh.“Turn around,” he said, reaching for the top button of his shirt. “Now.”I did as he asked and set my focus on a stack of black silk pillows on his bed.“Take your shoes off.”I slipped out of my sandals, kicked them to one side. The carpet was soft on the soles of my feet and I felt even smaller than I had before.“And your dress.”I reached for a zip at the side.“Did you hear what I said?” he snapped.“Yes.”“Yes, Sir, Marie. You answer me ‘yes, Sir’ when I tell you to do something.”“Yes… Sir.” My voice quavered a little in my throat. Excitement certainly, but also apprehension. By saying Sir I’d acknowledged that he was in total control, in charge. I’d handed over trust to Travis and would allow him to nurture my pleasure in whatever way he saw fit.


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Four dangerously dark and delicious stories that will awaken your dirtiest fantasies.
NOT ONE NIGHT by D.C. Stone:
One night of pleasure isn’t worth losing a lifetime of friendship. Or a reputation. Or a career. A spot in the social standing. That irritating innocence. Or the always-so-present pride.
But it is worth losing her heart.


REDEEMER by Kastil Eavenshade:
His family has the wealth and power to give him anything … except approval.
Gianni Bencivenni marks his time in lines of cocaine. One lover is the same as the next within the walls of addiction—until his family puts a contract out on his life. On the run with the last man he wants to be in close quarters with, Gianni has to decide whether his yearning for acceptance and love can overpower his need for a drug-filled haze.
Johnny “Butcher” Mascagni marks the black sins he commits. Death is his profession and ghosts of the dead haunt his waking moments. His penance for the dark life he’s led. Through all the men who have shared his bed, love is a promise that eludes him. When a former lover becomes his last assignment, Butcher must decide if he can set his demons free and open his heart again.


SLICK by Lea Bronsen:
Ex-convict Luke has been fortunate enough to land a small job as a kitchen assistant, but he’s lonely and crippled by baggage from the past.
CEO Roman Spencer also has his share of problems. It doesn’t help that a tough and hot-headed kitchen worker begins to plague his mind…and body.
The more Luke runs into Roman, the more his dark fantasy turns into attraction. If he surrenders, his thug pride will effectively go down the drain.


ADDICTIONS by R. Brennan:
Alexis Harrison is a mess. She’s managed to blow out her knee, lose her scholarship, and get hooked on pain killers. Now she’s playing mule to her dealer, who is her only friend, to support her ever increasing habit.
If something doesn’t change soon, her addiction is going to cost Lexi more than just everything.



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D.C. “Desi” Stone is a best-selling romance author and full-time fraud investigator. She lives in California with her incredibly supporting husband, two kids, and the ever-growing family of cats. After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of financial crimes and became a lead investigator for many years. Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance is one of her favorite past times. She soon after discovered her own love for writing and recreating stories and characters in her head. Her writing concentrates on romantic with specifics in paranormal, suspense, and erotica. Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. 
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Kastil Eavenshade is a multi-published author pandering her romantic shenanigans. When not catering to the whims of three rescued kitties, she's dreaming up her next heart-beating tale. No period in history—past, present, or future—is safe from the clutches of her muse. Her passions beyond writing are drawing, cooking, and watching Pittsburgh Penguins hockey. She credits her parents for her free spirit as they've always supported her in every aspect of her life. Without them, she wouldn't be here. She finds pleasure in writing anything from fantasy to romance-which sometimes parallel each other. 
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Award-winning author Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and erotic dark/contemporary romance. 
Find her on LeaBronsen.com
Brennan is a subbie brat with a bitch streak, an IT geek for the state of New York, and reformed gaming addict living in the rolling hills of Upstate NY. (You know, where it takes a ten minute drive to buy a gallon of milk, and the smell of cows lingers on the breeze.) 
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Out Now—A Different Kind of Cosplay by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #marvel #geek #cosplay

Please welcome Lucy Felthouse to my blog today with her awesome, fabulous, sexy book (can you tell I loved it!) -A DIFFERENT KIND OF COSPLAY.


Blurb:
Zachary has a dilemma. His girlfriend, Reese, has a special birthday coming up soon and he has absolutely no clue what to get for her. It doesn’t help that Zach does not share or really understand Reese’s biggest hobby—comic books, superheroes and everything that goes with them. Zach raids Reese’s DVD collection for inspiration, and what he finds there gives him an idea…possibly the best one he’s ever had.Sure, Reese has fantasized about her favorite superheroes. All those muscles and rakish smiles are to die for. She didn’t think Zach would ever really understand, though. But he proves her wrong in the best way possible.Note: This book was previously published elsewhere. The title and content remain the same.


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Excerpt:
Zachary sighed at the calendar entry in his phone, which was reminding him for the third time about Reese’s upcoming birthday. And it wasn’t just any birthday—she was going to be thirty.There were perks to dating a doctor—the uniform was pretty hot, for example—but when that doctor had no particular fondness for jewelry, flowers or chocolates, buying her presents was nigh-on impossible. And because of her work schedule, a surprise weekend away was out of the question. He’d long since learned to always keep the receipts.Most people get their partners something to do with their hobbies or interests. However, Reese was even awkward in that regard. Her main hobby was so complex that Zach didn’t have the first idea what to get her to do with it—Reese was an uber-geek. Films, graphic novels, collectibles, all that jazz.Obviously he could just ask what she wanted, then go out and get it, but then it wouldn’t be a surprise. And it was too easy—he wanted her to know he’d really made the effort.Snoozing the calendar reminder once more, Zach threw the phone onto the sofa, then walked over and started rooting through their combined film collection for something to watch after dinner, which was almost ready. Reese was on shift at the hospital until silly o’clock, so he had the house to himself and could watch whatever he liked. An action movie it was, then.Running his fingers along the spines of the DVDs and Blu-rays, he suddenly paused. The Avengers leaped out at him, for some reason. He’d seen snippets of it before, as Reese watched it pretty frequently. The parts he’d seen hadn’t looked too bad, actually. It was essentially an action film, but with superheroes in it.He pulled the case off the shelf, an idea beginning to form. Maybe if he watched it beginning to end, he’d see what drew Reese into that world so much, why she was so fascinated by the films, the graphic novels and so on. Even if he didn’t get it, though, maybe it would still give him some inspiration for a gift. He had nothing better to do that evening, in any case, so it was certainly worth a try.After putting the disc in the player, he headed into the kitchen to see how his dinner was coming along. A meal in front of the television was the order of the day, it seemed.A few minutes later, he settled onto the sofa with his lasagna and garlic bread, a bottle of beer on the table next to him. Time for some Avengers action.Within half an hour, he’d ascertained that the film wasn’t just for geeks. In fact it was easy to see why it had such a wide appeal—the cast was supremely attractive, whatever gender you were into, the plot was interesting and the dialogue seriously witty. He’d already developed quite the crush on the Black Widow, and Nick Fury’s right-hand woman had a lovely pert backside.Trying to put himself in Reese’s shoes, Zach looked at the male characters. Okay, when it came to this film, straight women clearly had more eye-candy than they knew what to do with. He vaguely remembered a bunch of crazy stuff going around on the internet about Loki—even the villain of the piece had sex appeal, for heaven’s sake! So much so that it had spilled over into even Zach’s limited social media presence. He barely used Facebook, and he’d never gotten the hang of Twitter. And yet he knew about the rabid fangirls. That was another score for The Avengers, then—truly mass-market appeal. If only there were mass-market gift-buying options.Sighing, he tried to empty his mind and concentrate on the film. The more he tried to force an idea to present itself, the less likely it would be to happen. He’d just enjoy the entertainment and keep his fingers crossed that his subconscious provided something useful.Once he’d made the decision, it wasn’t difficult to get sucked back into the narrative. It was engaging, easygoing and fun. Zach surprised himself by thoroughly enjoying the entire thing. Reese would be pleased—not to mention surprised—when the next film came out at the cinema and he offered to go along with her.He’d keep his new found admiration quiet for now, though. He didn’t want to arouse her suspicions, although she was bound to know he was planning something for her milestone birthday.The question remained—what the hell could he do or buy to blow her away?


Author Bio:Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9


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GRAND SLAM - Special Offer!

In honour of the Australian Open this week, GRAND SLAM is on special offer at just 99c/99p. Grab this sexy BDSM novel while you can...

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California had seduced me with promises of a new life working at Los Carlos Tennis Academy. What I didn’t expect was the dark, brooding number one seed, Travis Connolly, resisting my help. He wasn’t interested in my psychology skills. Instead his attention was drawn to the edgy, sharper corners of my desires, proving that they existed, setting me challenges and driving me crazy to the point of combustion.
I’m the best tennis player in the world—officially—so why would I need a damn woman full of psychobabble to get me on form? Despite my irritation, however, I can’t resist pushing Marie Sherratt’s buttons even though doing that shows her the darkest shades of my lust, the parts of me I buried deep. So I set her a challenge, one she rises to, one that has me rising too, and before long my game relies on her calling the shots, hitting the target and bending to my will. One thing was certain, being not just master of the court, but also of Marie is seriously good for my soul.

Smut:Restrained Blog Hop

Welcome to the SMUT: RESTRAINED Blog Hop! I'm so glad you stopped by. To tempt you into a little bondage, here's a snippet from  BITE MARK. Our heroine, Beatrice is intrigued by the vampire's sex-dungeon. Luckily for her, Aimery and Ryle are more than happy to show her around.


Aimery didn’t take much persuading and within a few minutes we were heading down a dark, windowless corridor toward a set of stone steps. I hesitated at the top. There were noises coming from behind the huge set of oak doors at the base. Cries, cracks and groans. A bubble of laughter and a snapping sound followed by a wail—I’d been right when I’d had visions of a sexual playground, then. “It is okay,” Aimery said, reaching for my hand. “The basement is all about pleasure. What you hear are calls of delight.” I looked into his face. The crimson lights overhead cast shadows over his perfect features and his eyes appeared as dark as clotting blood.“You mean…?” It was okay to imagine it, but to find out it was real… That was just taking me a moment to get used to. “Yes,” Ryle said, “the basement is our sex playroom. Anything goes as long as it’s consensual.” “What, like orgies and stuff?” I felt like I was in a movie or something. The thought of entering one of these places, turned-on and with two gorgeous blokes, was off-the-scale hot and so far from my usual sexual experiences. But did I care? Hell no. It was about time I started living. “Yeah, and stuff,” Aimery said. He looked at Ryle. “I think perhaps we should take a private room, don’t you?” “Definitely,” Ryle said. “Why?” I asked. “Because we don’t want to draw attention to you, Beatrice. And when we make love to you we will not be able to hide the intense pleasure joining our bodies with yours gives us. I fear we may give the game away that your blood is the sweetest nectar the universe has ever produced.” “But we could show Bea around a little first, couldn’t we?” Ryle suggested. “Yes,” I said eagerly, “I’d like that.” Aimery nodded and opened the door. Immediately warmth seeped from the large, darkened room. The scent of log fires filled the air, though it was tinged with the aroma of sex, sweet sweat and arousal. We stepped in. Aimery held my hand. Ryle clicked the door shut behind us. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust properly, though I could make out several pale bodies in front of me, each one naked and completely engrossed in the act of sex. It was a group of three comfortably placed on a pile of velvet cushions, writhing and thrusting, groaning and gasping. The flickering light from a candle highlighted the woman’s face. She was on her hands and knees, sucking on guy’s cock while she was penetrated from behind by another man. Instantly I was turned on by the scene—my clit twitched and my pussy clenched. I watched fascinated as her body shunted back and forth, pressing her mouth around the guy’s cock as she was filled completely. She appeared oblivious to everything else, only conscious of the two men screwing her. Her eyes were shut and her groans were low and deep. I wanted to be her, feel what she was feeling, that absolute possession. The intense desire for it was like a wave crashing through me and I shuddered involuntarily. “You like what you see?” Ryle whispered. “Yes,” I said, almost on a pant. “I do.” “Good, because so do I.” I glanced at him. His eyes were wide and his lips held a slight sheen as though he’d just licked them. “This way,” Aimery said, tugging my hand. We walked past an enormous fireplace and a table littered with squat mugs and teapots into another section of the basement. Here a man stood on his tiptoes, his body stretched and his uplifted arms attached to a rope hanging from the ceiling. He was completely naked and his cock was thickly erect jutting from a dense patch of black pubic hair. I could see his skin was perfectly clear even in this dim light, almost translucent. “You want more?” a stern female voice asked. A woman holding a long whip moved around the shadows. She wore thigh-length black boots, barely-there knickers and a corset that jutted her wobbling breasts almost to her chin. “Yes, Mistress, more, please more,” the man begged. Suddenly the snapping sound I’d heard from outside the basement door rang around the stone walls. The man yelped then groaned as she brought the slim leather tail of the whip down on his buttocks. I gasped and watched her repeat the process on his back and the tops of his thighs. Each time he cried out then groaned, his body jerking, his cock bobbing. My buttocks tingled as I looked at his pale orbs taking the beating. I knew what sensual pain felt like now, thanks to Ryle. It was intense, mind-blowing, and it flew me high on adrenaline. Ryle stroked his hand over my bum, squeezing slightly and making the tender flesh there tingle all the more. “You liked how I made you feel earlier with my slaps?” “Yes. Very much.”“Good. I’d like to do it again sometime.” “Yes,” I said. “You may come now,” the woman before us suddenly commanded. She strutted in a large arc to stand in front of her captive, held up her wrist and placed it over his mouth. “Come, I said come, slave.” She brought the whip around his back, slashing him twice over his shoulders and then on his arse. Each hit was deadly accurate. He lifted from the floor so he was barely on a single toe. His body shook and jerked, ropes of cum shot from his cock onto her shiny corset. But what captivated me the most was his face. He’d latched onto her wrist and was sucking greedily, his cheeks pulling in and out as he swallowed. A single trickle of blood leaked down her inner forearm to beyond the crook of her elbow. She tipped her head back, her pelvis rocking against nothing. It was as though she was orgasming without any external stimulation. Her mouth parted slackly and her breasts strained forward, the right one overspilling her clothing so her areola was visible. “Oh my God, is he the…?” I asked. “Yes,” Aimery said, “That is Luca; he is a submissive vampire. Luckily, fifteen years ago he met Henrietta, a professional Dominatrix who was working the streets of Rio, and they have been happy ever since.” “They look very happy,” I said, captivated by the intense moment the couple was sharing. “They are,” Aimery said. “Notice he doesn’t mark from the whip,” Ryle said. “His skin is too tough, but that is special leather, it’s weaved with silver.” “And silver causes him pain?” “Yes, the silver burns us the same way a slap stings your skin.” I turned to him. “So I could do that to you? Return the favor, so to speak.” Ryle narrowed his eyes and studied me. “If that’s what you desire.” “Would you desire it?” “If you wore a super-sexy outfit and let me drink from your radial artery as I came, then yes, I would be up for you exploring your Dominant side.” He gave me such a naughty grin that I couldn’t help but give him a quick kiss on the lips. I pulled back, amazed at myself, because I would have abhorred the suggestion days ago, but now it had my pussy weeping and my nipples straining against my prim blue blouse. “Mmm,” Ryle said. “Let’s not wait too long for that bit of fun.” “Beatrice,” Aimery said, catching my cheek in his palm and turning me to face him. “I think Denny is in the next section. Would you rather not see him making love?” My heart stuttered. See Denny having sex?Oh fuck. I remembered how turned on I’d been watching him through the window getting a blowjob from Gaspare. Before I realized that it was Denny my body had hummed, and I couldn’t tear my attention away from them. “I don’t know,” I said truthfully. Aimery smiled gently. “The rules of the basement are if you are in the main arena then you are happy for anyone to see your pleasure. If Denny and Gaspare are not in a private room then it means he is happy for anyone, including you, to see him.” “Oh, well in that case.” Intense curiosity clawed at me. I’d never seen two men fucking before. “Yes, okay.” Aimery tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You can watch for as long or as short a time as you want, and then we will go to a private room for our own fun.” He paused. “Because I am getting near combusting with my need for you again, Beatrice. I feel like you have bewitched me.” I pressed my hand over his and smiled. “I feel the same way.” We walked past yet another thick stone wall, which acted like a partition from the last couple. This set of stonework also had a blazing log fire with a high mantel and a tapestry hanging over it. Suddenly the shadows thickened—there were very few candles in this walled area, but I could make out Denny and Gaspare standing in the middle. The first thing I noticed about Denny was he wore a blindfold. It was thick over his eyes, touched halfway down his nose and was tied in a tight knot at his crown. A sense of relief swelled within me. Now he wouldn’t even know I was here. Gaspare was naked and his thickset, strong body reminded me of a Roman warrior. He just needed a shield and an armored mask. His cock was long and fat and tapped his navel. Despite the dim light I could make out a shiny dewdrop of cum in his slit. Denny wore white boxers that seemed to glow from the darkness. He was erect beneath them. I could tell by the way they strained forward. His skin shone with what looked like oil and I couldn’t help admire his new buff outline. His biceps were rounded, his shoulders taut balls of muscles and he even had a six-pack etched into his abdomen. Life here certainly suited my friend. Gaspare glanced at us. Smiled briefly then urged Denny to tip over a solid-looking table that had a plump cushion on the surface. Denny doubled eagerly, resting his cheek on his folded arms and tipping his arse into the air. There was a bottle of oil in Gaspare’s hand. He tipped a glob into his palm then rubbed it over Denny’s back, worshiping him, relishing every square inch of him. “Gaspare has been alone for many years,” Ryle said quietly. “It is wonderful to see him so happy.” I nodded but couldn’t reply. I was mesmerized by Gaspare’s loving hands, spreading and sliding the greasy oil over Denny’s sinewy torso. He left no section unslicked, his caresses gentle but firm, sensual and adoring. Eventually Gaspare placed the bottle on the floor, his cock bobbing as he stood, and slipped his fingertips into the waistband of Denny’s boxers. Excitement pinged inside me as he tugged them down, exposing the tense globes of Denny’s buttocks. “Just feel, my lover,” Gaspare said. “Let your senses drift until there is only touch left for you to enjoy. My touch.” “Yes, yes,” Denny said. He squirmed and widened his legs, the crack between his buttocks parting. I had a sudden pang of guilt that I was there, watching. “It’s okay,” Ryle said. “From what I hear they’ve been down here several times. They are very proud of their newfound love and enjoy sharing their union.” I swallowed tightly. Shifted from one foot to the other and then was grateful when Aimery slipped a hand around my waist and pulled me close. Gaspare’s hands were still glossy with oil and as he spread the shiny liquid over Denny’s buttocks, Denny moaned, tilted his head and arched his back as though inviting Gaspare to explore more intimately. Gaspare took the hint and trailed his fingers down Denny’s cleft. I couldn’t see clearly but I guessed when he’d touched Denny’s arsehole because Denny reached forward and grasped the edge of the table. A long, low sigh left his mouth. “That’s it, hold on,” Gaspare said, soothingly. He was working diligently now. Sliding back and forth into Denny with two or maybe three fingers. Denny groaned and his cock tapped the table.Gaspare leaned forward and said something into Denny’s ear that I couldn’t catch. “Have you ever been fucked up the arse?” Ryle asked me in a whisper.I shook my head.
“Would you like to be?” I didn’t answer. My anus was actually clenching as I watched Denny’s hole being finger-fucked. I had no idea what it would feel like to be touched there or how it would affect me emotionally to give that private part of myself over. “I want to fuck you there,” Ryle said. “One day, I want to fuck your arse and feed off your blood at the same time.” The thought of Ryle’s cock penetrating my darkest channel was suddenly wildly erotic. I trusted him to make it feel good because when he’d fed from me earlier, bloody hell, I hadn’t been sure if I was going to ever come down from that orgasm. “Yes,” I whispered. “Okay.” “And while I fuck your arse,” Ryle said. “Aimery can fuck your pussy. We’ll both feed; we’ll both fuck.” He pressed his mouth so close to my ear I could feel his lips moving as he spoke. “And you will love every damn minute of it, Bea, you will be in your own private heaven where only ecstasy exists. We will take you there. It’s only us now.” Aimery’s grip on me tightened and he held me up, which was just as well, because Gaspare was positioning his cock at Denny’s entrance. Seeing that, and hearing Ryle’s hot, dirty words, had tipped me into a lusty state of arousal. I was theirs and that suited me fine. And fuck. I want to fuck too. Gaspare suddenly forged in to full depth. “Ah, bloody hell, yeah,” Denny cried, snapping his head up and arching his back even farther. “That’s it, Gaspare, all of you.” “Sì, all of me, you have all of me, my lover, for all of time.” Gaspare panted as he withdrew and slammed back in, his arse cheeks clenching as his lower abdomen crashed into Denny. Within seconds their pace was fast and furious. Gaspare throwing all of his considerable muscle and weight into fucking, and Denny writhing and shunting back for more. Their groans were loud and abandoned. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed around the basement. Another couple came to stand with us and watch the show. The woman glanced at me then at Aimery and Ryle and raised her eyebrows as if approving. I wondered if she was a vampire or a mortal. She was beautiful with long blonde hair and pouty lips, but the man she was with was equally stunning, tall, dark and with a hawkish nose that made him appear strong and proud. “I think we’ve seen enough,” Ryle said as he ran his finger down my neck. “It’s time for our pleasure.” “Yes,” Aimery said, “we will use room five. I can see that it is vacant.” Aimery urged me forward and I was happy to go; my pussy was slick with want and arousal burned hotly in my veins. Fucking was the only thing that could happen next if I wanted to keep my sanity. I glanced over my shoulder for one last look at Denny and Gaspare. Gaspare was sinking his teeth into the base of Denny’s neck. From the bliss-soaked cry that hollered from Denny, I gathered it felt divine. 
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Welcome to Saturday Spankings.This week I'm delighted to announce that SEXY AS HELL - a 5* BDSM trilogy co-writted with Natalie Dae - is once more available on Amazon and a FREE read on KU. With it's sexy new look, I hope you'll immerse yourself in the erotic adventures of Victor and Zara.

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Sexy as Hell: an erotic trilogy that will submerge you into the black heart of a world of bondage and discipline, Dominance and submission, sadism and masochism.
Dare to take this twisting journey with Victor and you’ll learn the ropes with him, experience every carnal sensation and fall into a dark and dangerous love that grips like a fist and binds like a collar.
Get to know Zara, his sultry teacher, and you’ll gasp when she doles out her sinful instructions but then delight in the stunning results she not only demands but achieves. It seems Heaven and Hell are not so far apart when she holds the reins.
Victor has his layers peeled back, but when he does the same to try to get to his Vixen’s core, a revelation appears. Because Zara is a woman whose vast sexual experience is both her strength and her weakness; she can inflict pain and pleasure, make lusty demands and instruct, but she needs so much more, she needs…
Yes, the time has come to for her to admit to her needs and confess to the repairing her soul hungers for. A sea of memories, a lifetime of control requires an acknowledgement that will cut through her barriers, and there’s only one man up for the job—her virgin, her student, her newly trained monster, Victor Partridge.


The Harlequin stood in the middle of the stage, hands on hips, face covered by a gold Venetian mask with a plume of feathers on the right-hand side.I ran my hand around Victor’s waist, down his obliques and checked the solidity of his cock. Oh, yes, nice and firm—the slap and the sight of The Harlequin’s large, bare breasts clearly worked for him. I’d suspected he was a bit of a tit man right from the word go, and now I was pretty sure I’d been right.“Do you like her big tits?” I asked, touching my lips to the mound of his shoulder. He smelled of that woody shower gel again, but tasted of him: fresh and clean, like ocean surf on a hot summer’s day.He hesitated and then, “Yes, Mistress.”“Me too. Sometimes I frig myself off just thinking about The Harlequin’s tits. They’re so big and soft, the nipples so sensitive.” As I’d spoken I stroked his back, tapping my fingers down his spine. “Can you imagine what it would be like to put your dick between them, Victor? Use those big, warm pillows to wank with? Perhaps you’d like to watch me masturbating at the same time. Would you like that?”“Yes, Mistress.” No hesitation that time.“And then when you came, it would hit the mask, wouldn’t it? Your cum would fly into those pretty white feathers, making them sticky and matted. How would that make you feel?”He didn’t answer. I slapped his arse, hard, each cheek.He jolted forwards. My palm tingled.“This is what’s going to happen,” I said sternly. “While you watch the show, you’re going to imagine yourself screwing The Harlequin. Not boring old missionary, something kinky, anal perhaps, if that’s your secret thing. And I’m going to make your arse a wonderful bright red.”“You’re, you’re going to spank me…Mistress?”“Yes, because quite honestly, Victor, you deserve it. After standing me up last night, not using the plug when I told you to, and then all that skiving and sending dirty emails when you should have been working, you really do need to take your punishment.” I leaned closer so my lips caressed his earlobe. “You’ve been bad. Really bad, and for that you must take the consequences, but…I’m pretty damn sure it will get you off.”He looked at me, taking his attention from The Harlequin, who was reaching into a black-and-white chequered box.“The show,” I snapped, whacking his arse again.His cock grew in my other hand. Yes, I had him.He looked through the window.“Let the heat spread,” I murmured in a softer tone. “Harness that pain and add it to your arousal. It will feel fucking fantastic when you come.” I kissed the bottom curve of his neck. “Trust me.”The Harlequin had taken a long, plastic snake out of the box now and placed its fake rubbery body over those luscious big tits as the swaying dance routine began. Briefly I let go of Victor’s cock, but only to reach for a paddle from my handbag. There was no way my palm would cope with the beating I intended for my little virgin.