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May 24, 2016
OUT TODAY - HIS RULES
Out today, HIS RULES, a M/M BDSM anthology featuring my super-sexy MC story, BAD IDEA.
‘Time Out’ by Sean Michael
Val and Chaz broke up after Chaz safeworded unnecessarily during a scene. Can they find a way to come back together?
A few months ago, Chaz safeworded during a scene, just because he was feeling neglected and bitchy. Val was understandably upset that his sub lied, and the two of them split up. Now it’s months later and Val is miserable to be around, so his friend sends him to his private lake house to vacation and get over himself. At least, that’s what Val thinks is happening. In reality, Chaz has also been lured to the lake house and is waiting there so they can hopefully get back together.
Despite his shock at finding Chaz at the lake house, Val decides to do a scene. Will it be the last scene they share or will they find a way to move past what happened?
‘Strict Consequences’ by Morticia Knight
One proposition, one night. Could it be the beginning of a forever after for a Master and sub?
Garson teaches poetry and literature at the local college, but what he does on his own time is much different. His need for pain and dominance is strong, but his fear of letting go is stronger. He won’t let any Dom touch him sexually, and his other hard limits are even more extreme. But lately, his one-hour-a-week sessions haven’t been satisfying him anywhere near enough.
Jarvis finds the bookish and reserved Garson captivating. His love of extreme pain is thrilling. But there’s also a hedonistic wanton hiding beneath the surface of the detached sub, and Jarvis aches to be the one who sets him free. After waiting for a year to crack Garson’s carefully constructed shield, Jarvis conceives of a plan.
Garson knows he shouldn’t give in to Jarvis’ proposition that they spend an evening getting to know each other, but the reward of unlimited time in Jarvis’ dungeon is much too tempting. Or is it Jarvis who’s the most tempting thing of all?
‘Tagging Mackenzie’ by L.M. Somerton
Achieving a Dom’s undivided attention can have unpredictable consequences.
Steele Denton’s business doing custom paint jobs for fast bikes is booming. He’s in demand and has a reputation for being a perfectionist. Tattooed and intimidating, Steele is also in demand as a Dom at his local BDSM club, Chain of Thorns. He requires perfect submission from any sub he deigns to play with.
Mackenzie Soames is desperate for Steele to notice him, but he might as well be invisible. He has no idea how to get invited into the VIP members’ area that Steele rarely strays from, so he concocts a plan to get Steele’s attention. Kenzie is a talented graffiti artist with a secret identity, known only by his tag, a pair of handcuffs. He spray-paints a BDSM scene on a wall at the side of Steele’s workshop, hoping Steele will see the security footage and track him down. However, Steele is working late and catches him in the act.
Steele recognizes Kenzie from the club and demands twenty-four hours of sexual slavery as penance for the graffiti. Kenzie has no choice but to agree and soon discovers that being Steele’s sub will either make him or break him.
‘Bad Idea’ by Lily Harlem
Bad ideas can sometimes be the best!
Roughneck Riders are not an MC club you mess with, least of all their rough and tough gang leader Heavy. But Heavy has a secret that has to be kept, no matter what—his heart belongs to a man. It shouldn’t. He’s supposed to be into women, like the other guys in the club. Junk is just too cute to resist, though. Add in his delectable body, his sweet submission and his willingness to accept Heavy’s sadism, and the couple are a perfect match.
Junk’s a probie, proving his worth to the club and demonstrating his mechanical know-how. He’s lived on the edge for a long time, flitting from one place to the next. But now that he’s settling in as a Roughneck, life is looking up. Not least because he’s in love—soul-eating, cock-thickening, obsessive love. He can’t tell anyone about his desire for Heavy, but what he can do is push his lover’s buttons, all day, in full view of everyone, until he’s damned sure the night will bring a whole host of sinful delights and wicked punishments that will leave him marked, bruised and, most of all, wholly satisfied.
‘Safeword’ by Samantha Cayto
A dangerous game turns into unexpected pleasure…
Carter’s dream of running from his abusive family into the arms of the perfect Dom has been shattered. Virtually enslaved by a vicious arms dealer, he has to submit to any man his master gives him to.
Undercover agent Damien Crow is close to putting away the arms dealer he’s been hunting for years. All he has to do to gain the man’s trust is ‘play’ with the pretty boy with the frightened eyes and alluring corset piercing down his back. Being straight and not a practicing Dom, he has doubts he can pull off the effort. One look at his playmate changes his mind. The stakes are high, and he must put on a good show.
At first, Carter assumes Damien is just another brutal Dom to survive. But the big, brooding man reignites his passion and gives him something Carter hasn’t had in years—a safeword. It might be his last chance to enjoy being a sub and he embraces the role no matter what the consequences.
‘Earning his Leathers’ by S. Dora
Call him old-fashioned, but Connor believes a Dom should earn his leathers.
Connor Lee is very much into both men and BDSM. He already knows he’s a Dominant within the game of sex and power. He just wants to become a damn good Master. When he gets the opportunity to become part of an exclusive group of men who share his philosophy, he’s willing to submit to their rites of passage.
His appointed tutor isn’t Connor’s cup of double espresso by any stretch of the imagination. Stone Carver is dark, tall, muscled and he has the face of a man who has seen one fight too many. Stone notices Connor’s hesitation and sends him away to find someone to have fun with, and to return when he has made up his mind.
Connor meets Jesse, who is everything he has ever dreamed of, and he wants nothing more than to stay with the sweet—potential—submissive. He decides, however, to meet the challenge of submitting to Sir Stone, promising to return to Jesse after he has earned his leathers.
During one long day of pain, pleasure and a smidgeon of humiliation, Sir Stone teaches Connor more than he had bargained for. But has he learned enough to be the Dominant Jesse deserves?
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‘Time Out’ by Sean Michael
Val and Chaz broke up after Chaz safeworded unnecessarily during a scene. Can they find a way to come back together?
A few months ago, Chaz safeworded during a scene, just because he was feeling neglected and bitchy. Val was understandably upset that his sub lied, and the two of them split up. Now it’s months later and Val is miserable to be around, so his friend sends him to his private lake house to vacation and get over himself. At least, that’s what Val thinks is happening. In reality, Chaz has also been lured to the lake house and is waiting there so they can hopefully get back together.
Despite his shock at finding Chaz at the lake house, Val decides to do a scene. Will it be the last scene they share or will they find a way to move past what happened?
‘Strict Consequences’ by Morticia Knight
One proposition, one night. Could it be the beginning of a forever after for a Master and sub?
Garson teaches poetry and literature at the local college, but what he does on his own time is much different. His need for pain and dominance is strong, but his fear of letting go is stronger. He won’t let any Dom touch him sexually, and his other hard limits are even more extreme. But lately, his one-hour-a-week sessions haven’t been satisfying him anywhere near enough.
Jarvis finds the bookish and reserved Garson captivating. His love of extreme pain is thrilling. But there’s also a hedonistic wanton hiding beneath the surface of the detached sub, and Jarvis aches to be the one who sets him free. After waiting for a year to crack Garson’s carefully constructed shield, Jarvis conceives of a plan.
Garson knows he shouldn’t give in to Jarvis’ proposition that they spend an evening getting to know each other, but the reward of unlimited time in Jarvis’ dungeon is much too tempting. Or is it Jarvis who’s the most tempting thing of all?
‘Tagging Mackenzie’ by L.M. Somerton
Achieving a Dom’s undivided attention can have unpredictable consequences.
Steele Denton’s business doing custom paint jobs for fast bikes is booming. He’s in demand and has a reputation for being a perfectionist. Tattooed and intimidating, Steele is also in demand as a Dom at his local BDSM club, Chain of Thorns. He requires perfect submission from any sub he deigns to play with.
Mackenzie Soames is desperate for Steele to notice him, but he might as well be invisible. He has no idea how to get invited into the VIP members’ area that Steele rarely strays from, so he concocts a plan to get Steele’s attention. Kenzie is a talented graffiti artist with a secret identity, known only by his tag, a pair of handcuffs. He spray-paints a BDSM scene on a wall at the side of Steele’s workshop, hoping Steele will see the security footage and track him down. However, Steele is working late and catches him in the act.
Steele recognizes Kenzie from the club and demands twenty-four hours of sexual slavery as penance for the graffiti. Kenzie has no choice but to agree and soon discovers that being Steele’s sub will either make him or break him.
‘Bad Idea’ by Lily Harlem
Bad ideas can sometimes be the best!
Roughneck Riders are not an MC club you mess with, least of all their rough and tough gang leader Heavy. But Heavy has a secret that has to be kept, no matter what—his heart belongs to a man. It shouldn’t. He’s supposed to be into women, like the other guys in the club. Junk is just too cute to resist, though. Add in his delectable body, his sweet submission and his willingness to accept Heavy’s sadism, and the couple are a perfect match.
Junk’s a probie, proving his worth to the club and demonstrating his mechanical know-how. He’s lived on the edge for a long time, flitting from one place to the next. But now that he’s settling in as a Roughneck, life is looking up. Not least because he’s in love—soul-eating, cock-thickening, obsessive love. He can’t tell anyone about his desire for Heavy, but what he can do is push his lover’s buttons, all day, in full view of everyone, until he’s damned sure the night will bring a whole host of sinful delights and wicked punishments that will leave him marked, bruised and, most of all, wholly satisfied.
‘Safeword’ by Samantha Cayto
A dangerous game turns into unexpected pleasure…
Carter’s dream of running from his abusive family into the arms of the perfect Dom has been shattered. Virtually enslaved by a vicious arms dealer, he has to submit to any man his master gives him to.
Undercover agent Damien Crow is close to putting away the arms dealer he’s been hunting for years. All he has to do to gain the man’s trust is ‘play’ with the pretty boy with the frightened eyes and alluring corset piercing down his back. Being straight and not a practicing Dom, he has doubts he can pull off the effort. One look at his playmate changes his mind. The stakes are high, and he must put on a good show.
At first, Carter assumes Damien is just another brutal Dom to survive. But the big, brooding man reignites his passion and gives him something Carter hasn’t had in years—a safeword. It might be his last chance to enjoy being a sub and he embraces the role no matter what the consequences.
‘Earning his Leathers’ by S. Dora
Call him old-fashioned, but Connor believes a Dom should earn his leathers.
Connor Lee is very much into both men and BDSM. He already knows he’s a Dominant within the game of sex and power. He just wants to become a damn good Master. When he gets the opportunity to become part of an exclusive group of men who share his philosophy, he’s willing to submit to their rites of passage.
His appointed tutor isn’t Connor’s cup of double espresso by any stretch of the imagination. Stone Carver is dark, tall, muscled and he has the face of a man who has seen one fight too many. Stone notices Connor’s hesitation and sends him away to find someone to have fun with, and to return when he has made up his mind.
Connor meets Jesse, who is everything he has ever dreamed of, and he wants nothing more than to stay with the sweet—potential—submissive. He decides, however, to meet the challenge of submitting to Sir Stone, promising to return to Jesse after he has earned his leathers.
During one long day of pain, pleasure and a smidgeon of humiliation, Sir Stone teaches Connor more than he had bargained for. But has he learned enough to be the Dominant Jesse deserves?
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May 22, 2016
Masturbation Monday - Dark Captive
Welcome to another Masturbation Monday, the best way to start the week! It's a great prompt and got me in the mood for sharing an excerpt from a story I have in a new dark erotic romance anthology - DARK CAPTIVE . This piece shows some of the tension that's building in the church between the priest and our heroine.
A London riot, a lost girl, and a priest with a secret. Will the Devil’s whispered suggestions tempt them to indulge in the sins of the flesh?
Pic credit Michael StokesDamn the instinct to kiss him was almost overwhelming. Sure he was a stranger, but he was a good man, a man of morals and beliefs.Which was exactly why I couldn’t kiss him.But what if I died tonight? What if this was it? Surely I should have one last moment of passion. I loved sex, and it was one of my favorite things to do.“What do you want to ask me?” he asked, his breath washing over my mouth.“I don’t know.”“I know you do.” He paused. “One thing. Ask me one thing. I’ll be truthful.”One thing. There were so many. He was the most unusual priest I’d ever met. Not that I’d met many. Not only was he handsome in a rugged kind of way, he also oozed sex appeal. It seemed to roll off him in waves. Had we been in a club I’d have gone for him, and had a one-night stand just to see how a guy like him did it.“You don’t have anything you want to ask me?”“Yes. I do.”“Go on then…”What was really in the bag? Why was he here at night alone? Where did he live exactly? Did he look at all women the way he was looking at me—as if he were undressing them with his eyes?“Have you ever had sex?” I blurted. It was the answer I really wanted after all.“No.” He shook his head. “Bonafide virgin.”“Oh.” Damn it. If I’d been turned on before, now I was in white-hot ready-to-go mode. The things I could teach him given the chance. What I could do with his naive, inexperienced, gorgeous body. The delights of the flesh I could introduce him to.“But I bet you’ve had lots of propositions,” I said, wondering if I should sit on my hands to stop myself reaching out for him.“Yes. But I’ve always turned them down.” His voice was low now, husky too. “Do you want to know why?”“Yes,” I said quietly.“Two reasons.”“Which are?”He glanced at Jesus. “I made my promises to the Lord.”“Of course. Yes.”“But lately…”“What…?”He shook his head and glanced at his lap.“Lately what? Tell me.” Had he been questioning his faith? Was that it? Was that why he was looking at me as though he had only one thing on his mind—and it wasn’t the riot outside.“Lately my faith has been tested. The evil in the world, including here. It’s hard to stay focused.”“I’m sure.” It was my turn to take his hand. I gave it a squeeze and looked at the way the hairs fanned over the back and disappeared into the black sleeve. I ran my fingers over the letters on his knuckles. Love was clearly a moto he lived by. “And what’s the other reason?”“I told you I’d had propositions.”I nodded.“And always turned them down.”“Because you’d made promises and you love God.” I paused. “Very noble. Very commendable.”“Yes.” He tipped his head. “But the thing is, Cheryl.”“What?”“No one like you, no one as sexy as you, has ever propositioned me.”
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Beauty and The Beast by Elyzabeth M. Valey
Light will become shadow. Love will
become hate. Good will become evil. The Darkness is here. There will be no
escape.
Beauty in the Beast (The Witches' Mischief 5)
Morgana Wiles has spent her life, alongside her mother, fighting against the
arrival of the creature known as The Darkness. Unfortunately, neither of them
were able to stop him and now he's here, ready to destroy all that is good in
the world. Morgana must face him, but now that the time has come, she finds
that things are not as simple. Her mother is gone, self-doubt is creeping in,
and her visions are unclear. To make matters worse, a man with evil intent has
entered her life and is bent on complicating her mission. Will she be able to
resist him in time to fight The Darkness or will she succumb and become that
which she despises?
Christopher Bexley is no gentleman. He enjoys trickery, deceit, mischief and
above all seduction. Sexual intercourse is the greatest source of power there
is or at least there was, until he heard about the Gem. Now that he has
discovered there's a stone that can make him the most powerful magic user of
all time, he must have it. The only problem is that the only other person that
might know where it is, is a stickler for rules and being good. Morgana is too
innocent for his liking, and there's only one thing he can do to change that:
corrupt her.
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From contemporary to historical or fantasy, she enjoys writing stories about good and evil, love and passion and all that comes in between happy ever after.
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Excerpt
“Going anywhere, little one?”
She stared at Christopher. His hair was all over the place, his robe open to reveal
a chest smattered with dark hair. His eyes glistened deviously, matching his grin.“Are you keeping watch over me, Mr, Bexley?” She crossed her arms over her chest,hoping that he couldn’t see her beaded nipples. Christopher laughed.“No such lucky, Miss Wiles. I thought I heard a noise and came to investigate.” Helooked her up and down. Her cheeks burned. “I suppose you heard something, too,
or you would have dressed more appropriately before coming out of your
bedroom.” She hastened to cover herself up. Sweat dripped down her back.“Don’t do it on my account, I’m quite enjoying the view.”Morgana scowled. Where was this heat coming from? “No. I couldn’t sleep. I’m waitingfor Anne.” “Are you? I haven’t seen her since we arrived”She licked her lips. She needed a fan. Christopher shifted his weight and it hither. It was him. His energy was like a hot ball of fire. Like an animal that
had come from a hunt, or from a run. Primal. He took a step toward her. His
robe shifted, revealing more of his chest. How would it feel to run her
fingertips across his flesh? “Yes.”“Are you all right? You seem flustered.”“I’m fine.”Christopher raised his eyebrows.“I’m fine,” she repeated. She tucked her hair behind her ears. “I’m just tired.”“Maybe you should try and get some rest. If you can’t sleep, I’ll be happy to holdyou.” “Like you’re holding the woman in your bedroom? I think I shall pass down your offer,Mr. Bexley.”He shrugged. “Your loss.”He started to turn around but stopped. “You know, Miss Wiles, I don’t think yourrejection sounded very convincing.” Morgana stared at him. “I beg your pardon?”Christopher’s eyes lit up as he sauntered toward her. Morgana backed up against the wall. Hecrowded her against it, placing his arms on either side of her head. “You’re smothering me.”“Good.”“Mr. Bexley, this is—”Christopher dipped his head so that she was staring into his eyes. They were the color ofcrushed pine needles. “Mr. Bexley this, Mr. Bexley that.” He gently grabbed her
chin. Her heart skipped a beat. “You’ve been watching me, little one. Watching me and wondering about my energy. I cantell a woman’s, a witch’s curiosity, and you are dying to know what my energy
feels like. Will it really make you feel more powerful? Will it hurt you? Is it
what you need to defeat that dark thing you’re so afraid of? I don’t have the
answer to any of that, but I can tell you the surge of power you feel when you
share your body with another human being. It is amazing. Your powers will be
heightened, and you will have the ability to be faster, stronger, and to learn
things quicker.” Morgana swallowed. She should get out of here now that she could, but she wasmesmerized. Yes, she was curious, but she knew better than to be led on by a
man like him. She took in a deep breath, determined to say something witty and
be rid of him. Instead his scent curled around her. He smelled musky and
masculine, different from anything she knew. “I’m going to kiss you now, Morgana. I’m going to kiss you and show you an inklingof what this feels like.”
His lips mashed against hers before she could think to protest. Morgana froze. Theywere warm and soft. He pulled back a bit and kissed her again. Her eyes drifted
shut. Christopher put his arms around her and pulled her closer. He took her
bottom lip between his teeth and tugged. She gasped. Her heart hammered against
her chest. Butterflies rushed throughout her body, touching her with their
wings and making her fly. She wound her hands into his hair, the silky strands
slipping against her fingers. His tongue wormed its way into her mouth, curling
around hers. Sparks danced behind her eyes. She arched her back and moaned. She
could feel the outline of his cock beneath his robe. Liquid fire rushed to melt
between her legs. Her swollen nipples rubbed against the material of her gown,
begging for attention. Energy crackled between them. She could hear it, feel
it, and taste it in his kiss, in his touch. It was palpable. Christopher slid
his hands down her waist, over her hips. She held her breath. He tugged her
bottom lip between his teeth. She groaned, following his mouth even as he
pulled back. He grasped her chin and tilted her head. Morgana opened her eyes.
Christopher looked at her as if bewildered. His brow was furrowed and though
desire still shone deep in his eyes, there was also something akin to
amazement. “What?”He blinked and the moment was gone. His eyes lightened and he grinnedmischievously. “There you have it, little one. The power of a kiss.”
May 21, 2016
Dark Captive - The Low Down!
Do you like your romances dark? Well, we have a treat for you. Six sexy, dark tales bundled into one collection for your reading pleasure. Be sure to have a cool drink handy so you don't combust!
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TAKE ME by JENIKA SNOW
Tag Line
He’s watched her, stalked her, and makes no apologies about what he’ll do to make her his. But how far will he have to go to make her see she belongs with him?
Blurb
After her mother passes away, Holly decides to finally have a life away from her abusive father and the darkened, lifeless world she lives in. But someone has been watching her, waiting for the right moment to take her away. It’s when she comes face-to-face with her captor that she realizes he won’t let her go.
Will Holly stay with a man that decrees she’s his, that he’ll do whatever it takes to make her see they belong together? Despite the twisted and dark nature of it all, she feels freedom for the first time in her life. Will she give in, or will she accept what he offers her … her life back?
SINFUL by LILY HARLEM
Tag Line
A London riot, a lost girl, and a priest with a secret. Will the Devil’s whispered suggestions tempt them to indulge in the sins of the flesh?
Blurb
London is aflame with riots. Confusion and danger lurk around every corner. For Cheryl, caught alone and terrified in a dark alley, she fears she’s about to meet her maker.
Luckily the safe sanctuary of a small church, nestled between the deserted shops and houses, affords her protection. And within these sacred walls she finds Father Steve—a man whose decision to be celibate, marry his faith, seems to her an awful waste to the females of the world.
But all is not as it seems and as her hot and holy new friend reveals his layers and confesses his sins, the temperature in the church heats up more than the flames raging across the city.
Safety, however, is an illusion, and the pair must fight to survive. In doing so will fate draw them together? Have the heavens mapped out their destiny? And was Father Steve telling the truth about his virginity?
ONE LAST JOB by ALEXA SINCLAIRE
Tag Line
One last heist and then he’ll be free. But can he still keep the woman he loves when he forces her to sacrifice her freedom?
Blurb
After a decade of crime, Lawson Trent is done risking his freedom and having nothing real to show for it. But in order to walk away, he needs to do one last job. Except this time there’s a catch: Ivy Stuart. He knows he can’t have her, he knows it’s too risky but he can’t help himself. When she gets got up in the heist, he has to make a choice and risk her life and love.
If growing up in foster care taught Ivy anything, it’s not to let anyone get too close. Working at a jewelry shop, she’s finally building her own life, albeit a solitary one. When she meets Lawson, the new security guard, she can’t ignore the draw she has to him. But when she finds out who he really is, will she be able to look past the lies and forgive the man she fell for? More importantly, if she can’t, will he let her go?
CAPTIVE ARTIST by N.J. YOUNG
Tag Line
A troubled thief. An art heist gone wrong. A woman caught in the middle. Can she protect her heart from the man who threatens her life?
Blurb
Carrie Wentworth never expected to be at the center of a high-stakes art theft. She’s perfectly happy to run her prestigious art gallery in a small mountain community and ogle the super hot janitor, Ellis “Jax” Jackson.
But Jax is more than tall, dark, and bulging muscles. He has an art heist to complete no matter what the cost. When Carrie catches him in the act, he can’t bring himself to kill the pretty blonde. So instead, he takes her captive. But he will have to figure out what’s more important—money or his feelings for Carrie.
THE SHADOW by ELENA KINCAID
Tag Line
He came out of nowhere, like a shadow hiding in pitch darkness. Could he uncover the whole truth before he sentences her to a fate worse than death?
Blurb
He came out of nowhere, like a shadow hiding in pitch darkness and turned Emily’s world upside down. Was she a victim of circumstance or part of a more sinister plan? After fighting, begging, and even praying for her freedom fails, she is given a choice … succumb to her Shadow’s commands or die. What Emily did not expect, was her unexplainable desire for her captor.
Brody Beckett thirsts for revenge. He wants those who wronged him to suffer, to bleed, and he’ll stop at nothing to achieve his goals. The last thing he needs is to go all soft on the beautiful woman who stars in each and every one of his nightmares. When doubt and suspicion seep in, Brody wonders if he could uncover the whole truth before he sentences Emily to a fate worse than death.
GODSEND by JOCELYN DEX
Tagline
Her captor’s threats and sexual aggression make her wonder if she’ll escape unscathed … or at all.
Blurb
Gia’s hike turns into a nightmare when she’s caught breaking and entering. Even though her captor is the most drool-worthy man she’s ever seen, his constant threats and sexual aggression make her wonder if she’ll escape unscathed … or at all.
Bane should get Gia out of his sight before he loses control and becomes more of a bastard than he already is. But he wants nothing more than to lose himself inside her and wash away the painful memories of his past.
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Jenika Snow* Lily Harlem * Alexa Sinclaire * N.J. Young * Elena Kincaid * Jocelyn Dex
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May 20, 2016
Out Today - DARK CAPTIVE
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Dark Captive features my sexy priest story, SINFUL
London is aflame with riots. Confusion and danger lurk around every corner. For Cheryl, caught alone and terrified in a dark alley, she fears she’s about to meet her maker.
Luckily the safe sanctuary of a small church, nestled between the deserted shops and houses, affords her protection. And within these sacred walls she finds Father Steve—a man whose decision to be celibate, marry his faith, seems to her an awful waste to the females of the world.
But all is not as it seems and as her hot and holy new friend reveals his layers and confesses his sins, the temperature in the church heats up more than the flames raging across the city.
Safety, however, is an illusion, and the pair must fight to survive. In doing so will fate draw them together? Have the heavens mapped out their destiny? And was Father Steve telling the truth about his virginity?
Credit - Michael Stokes Photography
May 19, 2016
Facebook Party
Join me on Facebook to celebrate the release of the Dark Captive anthologies (due out 20th May). The M/F anthology features my story Sinful!
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About Sinful
London is aflame with riots. Confusion and danger lurk around every corner. For Cheryl, caught alone and terrified in a dark alley, she fears she’s about to meet her maker.
Luckily the safe sanctuary of a small church, nestled between the deserted shops and houses, affords her protection. And within these sacred walls she finds Father Steve—a man whose decision to be celibate, marry his faith, seems to her an awful waste to the females of the world.
But all is not as it seems and as her hot and holy new friend reveals his layers and confesses his sins, the temperature in the church heats up more than the flames raging across the city.
Safety, however, is an illusion, and the pair must fight to survive. In doing so will fate draw them together? Have the heavens mapped out their destiny? And was Father Steve telling the truth about his virginity?
Picture credit Michael StokesMay 18, 2016
May 17, 2016
Cover Reveal - CUFFED
I'm thrilled to have a story in the new Fearless collection at All Romance eBooks. My story is a super sexy cop menage a trois titled CUFFED - due out July 2016
Back cover information
All journalist Roxie Diamond wants is the chance to ride out with the London night patrol. Reporting on the women who sell their bodies to survive is her latest assignment and she's on the case.
Trouble is the two hot cops she's set up with couldn't be more different, and Officer Rudy couldn't be more displeased to have a tag-along.
But that doesn't matter. Officer Rudy can brood all he likes, while she admires his partner's cute ass, broad shoulders and gets her story.
What she doesn't count on is being mistaken for an accessory in human trafficking. Before she knows it, she's snatched, interrogated and her world turned upside down.
Just as well her sullen cop takes her safety seriously. Though how much help he'll be when she finds herself handcuffed to him in an abandoned warehouse, locked up for goodness knows how long, she doesn't know.
Will he open up? Protect her? Will the anger in his eyes turn to desire when she confesses her lust? Will he admit to the passion she can feel brimming beneath his surface? And can they really do 'that', while in such a dangerous predicament? And just how close is he to his partner?
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Back cover information
All journalist Roxie Diamond wants is the chance to ride out with the London night patrol. Reporting on the women who sell their bodies to survive is her latest assignment and she's on the case.
Trouble is the two hot cops she's set up with couldn't be more different, and Officer Rudy couldn't be more displeased to have a tag-along.
But that doesn't matter. Officer Rudy can brood all he likes, while she admires his partner's cute ass, broad shoulders and gets her story.
What she doesn't count on is being mistaken for an accessory in human trafficking. Before she knows it, she's snatched, interrogated and her world turned upside down.
Just as well her sullen cop takes her safety seriously. Though how much help he'll be when she finds herself handcuffed to him in an abandoned warehouse, locked up for goodness knows how long, she doesn't know.
Will he open up? Protect her? Will the anger in his eyes turn to desire when she confesses her lust? Will he admit to the passion she can feel brimming beneath his surface? And can they really do 'that', while in such a dangerous predicament? And just how close is he to his partner?
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May 16, 2016
Masturbation Monday
Welcome to Masturbation Monday, it's a very exciting time of year as May is Masturbation Month! To celebrate there are lots of prizes going on so make sure, after you're done here, you head over to Masturbation Monday host site and enter the contest.
This week's prompt made me think of a crazy hot scene in The Silk Tie where Hayley's is letting another man touch her husband and in doing so, fulfilling a fantasy for them all...
It's an entire chapter, so settle down and enjoy...
I stood in the guest bedroom alone. All was quiet, though the sound of the shower was faint through the wall. Gabe had closed the door and I’d respected his privacy to prepare for Brent.I stared at the four-poster bed. Elegant and indulgent, it dominated the room. Beside it were two dark wooden bedside lockers. On the right one I’d set lube, condoms and a bottle of Evian.Deciding to half draw the curtains, I went to the first window and tugged. The light turned subdued, became more seductive, and I figured that would be a better ambience for a first time. Plus, the window was open slightly and a small breeze billowed them gently inward, shifting the shadows.At the second window, I stared out at the pool and remembered the fun we’d had last weekend. Splashing around and making up rules for a silly ball game. I recalled how it had felt to be pressed up against Brent’s chest when the glass had broken. How he’d told me he didn’t want me to get hurt.It seemed he felt like that about not just my feet but my emotions too.With the room now shadowed, I picked up my brush from the dressing table and ran it through my hair.The shower switched off.I needed to decide where I was going to watch Gabe and Brent. Would I be on the bed with them? No, that was too close. The dressing table stool, perhaps? No, that was too far away and not very comfortable.A bottle-green, high-backed chair sat in the corner beside one of the bedside tables. I walked over to it then gripped the arms. It was heavy and the feet dragged on the carpet, but I soon had it angled toward the bed.I sat down. I was about six feet from where I presumed the action would take place. It was also darker sitting here because of a huge wardrobe on the other side of the chair. It was a perfect viewing point for a voyeur like me.The bathroom door opened, and Gabe wandered out wearing his favorite pair of worn jeans. His chest was bare and his hair was damp and pushed back over his head. He’d shaved that morning but I could smell a fresh application of his most expensive cologne.“How are you doing?” I asked, standing.Damn, he looked so absolutely fuckable.He walked up to me and cupped my face. “I’m fine, are you?”“Yes.” My stomach was tense and my skin hot and tingly, a bit like going up the ramp on a rollercoaster. But I was okay.“No matter what happens, remember I love you,” Gabe said. “You’re my wife, my soul mate. Nothing can change that.”“I know, and you remember that this is your moment of fun with Brent. Go with it. Forget I’m here. Realize the fantasy.”“I doubt I’ll forget that you’re here…” He paused and smiled. “Well, maybe a little.”I ran my hand down his chest then smoothed it over the lower curve of his defined pectoral muscles. “I put out the lube and condoms.”He glanced at the locker. “Thanks.”There was a knock at the door.We both looked at each other then at the entrance to the room.The door opened and Brent walked in.He wore tight black boxers and nothing else. Like Gabe’s, his hair was damp.He shut the door up and stood still, staring at us.Gabe dropped his hands from my face and I took a step away.“It’s dark in here,” Brent said.“Too dark?” Gabe asked. “I can open the curtains.”“No, it’s perfect,” Brent said, walking around the end of the bed and up to Gabe. “I can see you but it’s not dazzling. My eyes are adjusting now.” He smiled and gestured to the chair, looked my way. “You’ve found your viewing position, I see.”“Yes.” I nodded.He stepped past Gabe, reached for my hand and drew my knuckles to his lips. “I hope you enjoy the show.”I swallowed. “I’m sure I will.”He released me and turned to Gabe.I admired Brent’s torso as he moved. Long and sleek, his muscles rippled gently beneath the surface. He didn’t appear to have any fat on him, he was just neat, harnessed strength. And his boxers covered an impressive bulge, the outline of which was easily made out. I’d guess he was already half-mast just with the anticipation of fucking Gabe.“You smell good,” he said to Gabe as he ran the tip of his index finger over Gabe’s shoulder and down his bicep. “Delicious, in fact.”Gabe tensed. “Thank you.”“Relax,” Brent said. “You want this.”“I do,” Gabe said, “I want you.”Brent smiled then leaned forward and kissed my husband.I stood and watched, mesmerized, the way I had been when I’d spied on them. Their large jaws moved in time. Both men had their eyes shut and the dance of their mouths showed their sleek tongues touching and exploring.Gabe moaned a little, how he did when he became lost in a kiss, and he set his hands on the sides of Brent’s waist. The touch seemed a little hesitant, a bit awkward, though I could tell he was completely invested in the kiss.Brent pulled back a fraction. He rested his palm on Gabe’s cheek then turned to me. “Come here, Hayley.”I did as he’d asked. “What?” I asked quietly. My heart was thudding—just seeing them kiss did seriously stimulating things to my libido.“Kiss him,” Brent said. “Kiss your husband.”That was an instruction I didn’t need to be given twice.Brent kept his hand on Gabe’s face as I meshed my lips with Gabe’s, prodding his tongue with mine and absorbing the lingering flavor of Brent in his mouth.When I broke the kiss, Brent placed his hand on my face, too, so he was holding us both.“You two are hot together,” he said smiling. “And so perfect for one another. I feel honored that you’ve let me in to fulfill a fantasy.”“We feel the same about you being here,” Gabe said. He touched Brent’s mouth with his fingertips and traced the shape of his lips.Brent smiled and gazed at Gabe. He then dropped his hand from my face and, as I’d done earlier, he caressed Gabe’s chest.I felt Gabe’s shoulder shift against mine as he sucked in a breath. Being touched sensually, by a man, was what he’d wanted.“I didn’t think you’d bother with jeans,” Brent said, slipping his hand down to Gabe’s waistband.“I’m commando,” Gabe said with an almost shy smile.Brent waggled his eyebrows. “Really?”“Yes, really.”“Let’s have a look then, shall we?” Brent sank to his knees so his face was level with Gabe’s groin.He undid the top button on Gabe’s jeans, then the next and the next. His big fingers worked slowly but steadily and his face held a serious expression of concentration.Gabe was utterly still at my side.Brent released the last button then tugged and shifted the jeans down to Gabe’s knees.Gabe’s cock sprung forward, stiff and thick. The veins were raised and it jutted jauntily toward Brent’s face.“Commando works for me,” Brent said. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stared at Gabe’s erection.“I need…” Gabe kicked a little and rid himself of his trousers completely. “To lose these.”Brent smiled and shoved the jeans aside. He didn’t take his gaze from Gabe’s cock. “Good, naked is how I like you best, so it seems.”I liked Gabe naked too, but I wasn’t about to speak and break the sizzling connection between the two men. It was almost palpable. The air was alive with need.Brent slid his palms up from Gabe’s knees to his thighs then tickled his fingers through Gabe’s wiry pubic hair.Again Gabe tensed. He swayed too.“You have an incredible dick,” Brent said. “I want to taste it.”“Okay…” Gabe said, his voice breathy and light. “I mean yes…please do.”Brent smiled, but only briefly because then he opened his mouth, leaned forward and took the head of Gabe’s cock between his lips. He gripped Gabe’s shaft with his right hand and with his left, scooped up his balls.“Ah, fuck,” Gabe said. He toppled backward a few inches before adjusting his balance.I snapped out my arm and curled it around his waist, felt his weight sag against me as I supported him.“That’s…oh, God, your mouth on me…Brent.”Gabe didn’t need to say the words. Brent’s mouth, stretched around the flare of Gabe’s cock, was a beautiful and highly erotic sight.Brent slid Gabe’s shaft deeper. His eyes were shut and his jaw pulled wide. He fed Gabe in, slipping his fingers over his erection.Gabe reached out and weaved his fingers into Brent’s hair. “Fucking hell,” he gasped.Brent kept going. I knew how much of Gabe I could take in my mouth, and it wasn’t to the root but Brent was nearly there now. His cheeks bulged and his nostrils flared. I could hear him breathing hard through his nose.Gabe panted and stared downward.I held him tight, my nipples peaking against my floaty sundress and my pussy dampening the gusset of my knickers.“Ahh, yeah…”Gabe said, rocking his hips forward.Brent’s face became buried in Gabe’s pubic hair. His shoulders were raised, tense, and his hand that had gripped Gabe’s cock now squeezed Gabe’s hip, his knuckles were paling.I knew he’d be fighting his gag reflex. He had Gabe so deep, so far down.He began to withdraw.Gabe’s cock came into view, inch-by-inch, saliva-coated and shiny.Gabe dragged in a deep breath then blew it out slowly.Brent took hold of Gabe’s shaft again and held it tight. He pumped from the base to the tip several times, pulling on the skin and working his tongue over and into the slit.Gabe moaned and flexed his hips.“Ready for more?” Brent asked, looking up at Gabe.“Yes,” Gabe said. “Absolutely.”Again, Brent opened his mouth wide. He took Gabe on a fast ride to full-depth.Gabe gasped and curled his fingers into fists in Brent’s hair.My hands tingled with a desire to also touch Brent. Feel his hair, the texture of his skin. But I didn’t, I kept them to myself. One arm around Gabe’s waist, the other bunching up a handful of my sundress. I couldn’t interfere, that wasn’t my role here.Brent was pulling back and sinking deep on Gabe’s cock over and over, his whole body rocking backward and forward.Gabe was breathing fast, his abdomen was tense and I could feel tremors rippling over his muscles.“Stop,” Gabe said suddenly. “Please, no more. You’re going to make me come.”Brent let Gabe’s shaft slip from his mouth. “That’s the idea.”“Not…like this…I want…I need…”“Ah, okay.” Brent wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. “I get you. Though I could happily suck you till you came. Perhaps another time.”“Yes,” Gabe said breathlessly. “Another time.”Brent stood. He slipped his arms around Gabe and his warm skin smoothed over mine.I stepped back and allowed Brent to take over where I’d been supporting Gabe.Brent leaned into Gabe and kissed him again. He ran his hands down Gabe’s back and onto his buttocks. He squeezed and explored, running his fingers into Gabe’s cleft and gathering as much of the flesh as he could in his palms and dragging Gabe close, so their groins met and pushed together.“Damn, you feel good,” Gabe said, pausing in their enthusiastic kissing. He glanced down at where their chests had connected, wrapped his arms around Brent’s shoulders and hugged him. “And you taste…”“I taste of your dick,” Brent said, grinning.“Yeah, I suppose…” Gabe kissed Brent and parted his legs, as though inviting Brent to explore lower.“Time to take this onto the next level,” Brent said, urging Gabe to follow him. “Come here and get comfortable with me.”Brent backed onto the bed, tugging Gabe’s hand until they were both kneeling in the center.My legs were weak from the show. They’d got into each other so quickly and Gabe was so hard, so damn turned on. I loved how Brent had taken the lead, was being the experienced, confident one.I sat, knees apart and not very elegantly. My pussy was throbbing with arousal. Blood had rushed to my labia and clit, making it pout against my gusset. I felt swollen and wet. I thought about masturbating but decided not to—for now.“I want you,” Brent said quietly to Gabe as he slowly tugged on Gabe’s cock again. “I want to fuck you. I want to sink deep inside your sexy arse and make you come so damn hard.”“Yes,” Gabe said, looking Brent in the eye. “I didn’t think it was something I would ever crave, but now, here with you, it’s all I want. I need it so badly.”“And I’m going to give it to you.” He released Gabe’s cock. “Turn around, let me see you on your hands and knees.”I saw Gabe swallow, his neck shifting. This was it, he was going to turn around, present his ass for fucking and after that there was no going back.The bed shifted as Gabe got into position.Brent was on his knees, behind Gabe. His erection was tenting his boxers and I could see a hint of flesh at his waistband, where the head of his cock was peeking out.He reached for the lube and a condom, set them down at his side.“Gabe,” Brent said. “Jesus, do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? Offering this and now…” He paused, pulled in a breath that expanded his ribs so wide I could see them through his flesh. “Now, here you are, ready and willing.”“Please, just do it,” Gabe said, dropping his neck low. “Please…”His voice, his begging words went straight to my pussy. I tweaked my hard nipples through my sundress and had to wrestle with my desire to shove my fingers down my knickers.“Here,” Brent said, coating his fingers in lube. “This is cold, don’t jump, okay.” As he’d spoken he’d shoved at Gabe’s right buttock to expose his small, puckered hole.I was glad I’d shifted the chair to this angle; I could see all the action from here.Brent circled the skin around Gabe’s ass, smearing the shiny, slippery lube into place.Gabe moaned. He bent his elbows and let his forehead land on the pillows.Brent continued to work the flesh around Gabe’s ass then he pressed at the very middle of his pucker and eased in.I held my breath, watching as Gabe opened up and Brent’s finger was sucked in, knuckle deep.“That’s it,” Brent said. “Good boy. Now another one.” He added another finger into Gabe, so that his middle and index were completely seated.I tugged my sundress up to my thighs. I looked at Gabe’s rigid cock. It tapped against his abdomen as Brent began to gently pump in and out.“Yes, yes…” Gabe hissed. “Yes, more…”“Shh…in a minute. Got to work you open a bit. You’re so damn tight you’ll squeeze my knob off.”“No, just fuck me, now please.”There was desperation in Gabe’s voice. I’d heard it before, when I’d teased him, kept him on the edge, or just not been quick enough getting my underwear off. He wasn’t the most patient of lovers when he reached a certain point of lust.He was at that point now.Brent applied more lube, directly over his fingers that were seated half in, half out of Gabe. “It’s okay, you’re going to get it soon,” he said, “All of it.” With his free hand he rubbed a circle in the small of Gabe’s back, as though soothing him, helping him find control. It was such a loving and sweet gesture that my heart melted for Brent. He could just tunnel in, take what he wanted, but he was considerate and caring. Gabe was his priority—Gabe’s first experience with a man was something he was holding sacred.“Relax some more,” Brent said. He added another finger to Gabe’s back passage.It slid in easily and Gabe twisted his head on the pillow, to face me. His eyes were shut and his jaw tense.“That’s it,” Brent said, “that’s it now. Well done.”He worked Gabe for a minute, stretching and widening his fingers. I could see Gabe’s sphincter opening for him, the tightness leaving the area.Eventually, Brent withdrew and reached for a condom.When he pulled his boxers down I admired his cock—long and thick and deep in color. He had a wide, plumped glans and his slit already held a drip of pre-cum.He was at full hardness and it only took him a couple of seconds to roll on the condom.As he set the tip at Gabe’s prepared hole, I pressed my fingers over the gusset of my knickers. The material was damp and my folds sensitive. I sought out my clit and applied pressure.“Gabe, bear down,” Brent said, holding his cock. “I’m going to give you what you need.”“Yes, damn it, yes,” Gabe said, pushing back. “Now.”“No, keep still, let me do it,” Brent said firmly. With his free hand he gripped Gabe’s hip. “Just let me…ease…in…The tip of his cock pushed forward and Gabe’s anus expanded around it.“Yeah, that’s it,” Brent said on a heavy outward breath. “Fuck, yeah, that’s it.”“Jesus…” Gabe gasped, fisting the sheets and arching his back. “That’s so…”He didn’t finish, but I imagined he was going to say big. Brent’s cock was twice as thick as my dildo.“Take more…” Brent said. “Push down, it will help.”Gabe gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath.His asshole widened, almost impossibly so, around the wide flare of Brent’s glans.I rubbed my clit through my knickers. I was breathing fast and my pulse was loud in my ears. I was hardly even remembering to blink and my eyes were dry.This was so fucking hot to witness. I didn’t want to miss a thing. Brent released his cock and took hold of Gabe’s waist. He rocked his hips forward and the entire head of his dick buried inside Gabe.“Ah…ah…” Gabe called. “Fuck.”“That’s the plan,” Brent said, the words scratching out through his clenched teeth. “Hold on.”Pinning Gabe by the waist, Brent sank the length of his cock into my husband.“That’s it…fuck, you’re amazing…” Brent gasped, stilling with his balls mashed up against Gabe’s.Gabe opened his mouth; he panted out a breath then reached for his cock.He jerked it, masturbating wildly.I did the same, rubbing and fretting my clit through my knickers. Pressure was building. I was so turned on. It wouldn’t take much to tip me into an orgasm.“You okay?” Brent gasped. “Gabe?”“Yeah…” Gabe said, his voice muffled by the pillow. “Yeah, I can handle it.”“You want it all. All I got?”“Yes, damn it.”“Okay.”Brent wrinkled his nose, his eyes narrowed then he drew his hips back so his cock was almost out.“Brent…” Gabe said. “No…I…ah…”Brent blasted in again. There was nothing gentle about it this time. It was hard and fast, driven by need and passion.“Oh, God, that’s it…” Gabe cried. “Just there…fuck, give me more. That hit the spot.”“You’re going to get it,” Brent said, withdrawing then forging in again. “Right where you need it.”He set up a frantic pace. The bed creaked and shifted; the curtains at the posts shivered and shook.Both men heaved and pushed, pressed onto each other and pulled away. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh competed with the pulse in my ears. The grunts and groans they were producing fueled my need to come.I found the first step to my orgasm and flicked my clit harder.Gabe was wanking furiously as Brent fucked him with fast, swooping moves of his hips.My orgasm was there. So was Gabe’s.A shot of cum left his cock.“I’m coming,” he shouted. “Fuck, I’m coming.”“Yes, come, fuck, I’ve…got…to…” Brent gasped. He tipped his head back and groaned.It was a deep, primal sound that tipped my climax over the edge.Small tremors ravished my pussy as my internal muscles spasmed. It was a short, sharp orgasm that raided my lungs of breath. I kept on staring at the two men throughout, watching as more cum released from Gabe, flooding his hand and splattering onto the bed.My climax crested and instantly faded. I pushed my sundress to my knees and pressed my legs together, trapping the pulsing sensations.“Jesus, that’s so fucking intense,” Brent said, releasing Gabe’s waist and sliding his hands up his back. He curled them over Gabe’s shoulders and jammed him even harder onto his cock.“Oh, God, yeah, fucking hell…” Gabe groaned, finally releasing his cock and slumping onto the bed.Brent followed him down and lay over him, his dick still buried deep.Both were breathless and their skin sleek with sweat.Brent’s weight on me would have been suffocating but it didn’t seem to bother Gabe and he reached for Brent’s hand and squeezed it tight.“Was that what you wanted?” Brent asked, placing a kiss over Gabe’s ear.“Yes. Yes, everything and more.”
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May 15, 2016
Sinful Sunday
Welcome to my Sinful Sunday post. I'm calling this shot The Gift as this gorgeous corset was a birthday present last year and I love it!
