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February 3, 2019
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February 1, 2019
Saturday Spankings - IN SAFE HANDS (#free copy for everyone) #BDSM #romance
Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week a FREE copy of IN SAFE HANDS for everyone who takes the time to hop onto my blog.
SNIPPET
She wriggled. The cool leather of the brown chair was soft against the skin on her shoulders, back and legs. She curled her hands around the ends of the arms and tapped her fingers.Soon he’d be here.Soon the door would open and shut with a soft click and the sounds of his shoes clicking across the hallway would make her heart trip and her nipples spike against her new bra.She uncrossed and crossed her legs. Checked the lace at the front of her new panties to ensure it was smooth. It was. Of course it was. She’d carefully shaved her pussy for this occasion. He’d mentioned last week that he liked hairless, so she’d thought it would be an extra treat for his birthday. As it happened, it was quite a treat for her too—it felt wonderful.She licked her lips and wondered if she should nip to the bathroom and apply another squirt of perfume. Maybe add another sheen of lip gloss. But what if he arrived as she was doing it? That would spoil the moment. She wanted to be sitting in the spanking chair, staring out, when he got home. It was the way she’d imagined it. The way she’d fantasized about it.The wail of a siren, many storeys below, filtered up to the apartment. As it faded, Marie heard the door click once then twice.He was here.She swallowed. Her belly tightened. She clenched her internal muscles.His keys rattled in the ceramic bowl against hers.His shoes clacked in a slow, controlled way across the oak flooring. Rhythmic and steady, he came closer and closer still.Marie held her breath. Hoped the red wasn’t a mistake. He did like red, didn’t he? She hadn’t pushed further than she should, had she? No. They’d done all sorts of kinky things together. Him arriving home and finding her, his maid, in his chair wearing only underwear was tame in comparison.She sensed he’d stopped right behind her.He didn’t speak, but she could hear his breaths and smell his cologne.“Happy birthday,” she said quietly.
IN SAFE HANDS is a spin off story from HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE (free on KU)
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Why Do I Write? My To Be Or Not To Be
Often I think I know the answer to this question: Why Do I Write? I, personally, write because I have something I’m passionate about and want to share with others. Something I want to shout from the rooftops, quite honestly. Other times, when the going is rough, I hear my inner voice shout : “Why do you write?” And that inner voice is the one I pay more attention to. It tells me I am not capable of NOT writing. Writing gets me out of bed in the middle of the night to either find my laptop or pen and notebook to jot down my burning ideas.
This writer’s passion is what started me off writing my multi-genred erotic series Golden Shana.
Of course some of the answers we writers tell ourselves risk making us feel like this whole thing is harder than it needs to be. Other answers, self-given, from readers or fellow writers or gleaned from friends and family, can be surprisingly helpful and provide relief. With my first book in the series, Golden Shana: The Chase, I selfishly wanted my kind of erotic romance to also be a thriller/mystery/suspense and was convinced it would wow every reader.
I came to learn I chased something potentially unattainable from readers; I couldn’t please them all. I didn’t even please most of them – they weren’t me. Having plunged into icy waters, the insecurity and self-doubt followed. And yet I knew I couldn’t stop writing and wouldn’t ‘write to market’as so many publishers and editors wanted me to.
The writer in me rebelled. This was my story, the one I wanted to shout from the rooftops. I read it and read it dozens of times and each time I shook my head: I’m not changing this, sorry!I’d rather suffer the lack of readers and financial failure than deliver something I didn’t believe in or even loathed – that would be insulting or at best cheating the reader. I knew I had something to say that hadn’t been said. At least not said the way I felt it can and should be said.
Yet that inner voice also craved acknowledgement and financial success. Which writer doesn’t want to be a Hollywood phenomenon? Still, I believed in myself enough to disregard all and concentrate on writing what I’d be proud to call mine and shout to the world about. I stubbornly wrote the second book Golden Shana: The Capture, the third book Golden Shana: The Untouchable, and I’m now writing the fourth book in the Golden Shana series, Golden Shana: The Conquest.
Most writers have experienced that Frankenstein’s monster thing. Shana and Roman had me captive since I began to write their story in 2013, and they led me wherever they wanted to lead me up to this minute, in 2019, writing the fourth book.
My joy is when I find a reader who “totally sees it” in my writing. And that’s a rare reward and confirmation of my creativity that’s the air it breathes. The money and world fame would be great. But one such a reader inspires and encourages me to write more and better for them. They wipe out the pain and disappointment from all the rejections and negative critiques. After all, I exposed myself to all that when I decided to write, so if I expect my opinions to be heard and accepted, it’s only fair that I accept criticisms myself. Besides, I learn something in every single feedback, yes, even those “geniuses” we truly have to suffer.
To borrow from Tim Schildberger: You write because of an inner compulsion to explore storytelling, or examine the human condition, or because there’s this awesome story no-one has heard, or because there is a feeling in your gut that if you don’t do this, life has less meaning. You write because you can’t imagine not writing, and you can’t really explain it any better than that.
Blurb: Golden Shana: The Chase (Book 1)
An evening at the opera house La Scala in Milan twirled the lives of five people into a web of intrigues, heartaches, human hunts, loss and revenge.
Roman:I never chased after a woman. It was always the other way around. Then I caught a glimpse of the woman I would kneel for, at the opera, and I didn’t even know her name. But I determined to find her if it took me the rest of my life.Shana:He stood in the room with her. The frisson in the currents freaking between them was as solid as a steel portal. The mutual force of predator and prey blasted its way into her core ... her soul ... Danger. Keep far away from him.Marie:Some men were born to rule the world; others were born to ruin it. Roman Alastair Northcott Broughton Castell was born to do both. But she loved him and awaited his baby.Alyssa:He was the lover she wouldn’t tire of. Roman had something so damned perilous about him he was addictive. Who gets addicted to safe and riskless? Not her. Grieg/Phoenix:Had His Girl interpreted that Friday night as abuse? He’d only done what she wanted – protection of her cherished innocence.
Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Chase (Book 1)
What a difference a day makes… And it hadn’t been a day. It had been an evening in Milan. Brief momentsof an evening. I didn’t care about the consequences to whomever. Through my obsession with Svadishana I became aware of the fact that I was a person. A human being, not an almighty god, with all the baggage that comes with being that. I too – eureka! – had a heart pumping white and red corpuscles through my veins. Blood, not icicles.
Was it love I felt for Svadishana? A woman I’d spoken three whiny words – Please call me!– to? Was it more than simple lust and desire? Did I want to possess more than just her body?
Pondering these questions alone was so unlike me. That woman had turned me into an alien even unto my own self. What I felt, my inner voice said, was more than the thrill of the hunt. More than lust, desire, need, passion, the excitement of possession, and subjugation.
Of course all that was part of it. But the basis or the source, the seedbed on which all that sprouted and was growing to full blossom in me, could well be something else.
When I thought of her, saw her image from Milan in my mind, watched how she moved in long smooth strides in YouTube, my brow beaded with sweat. I couldn’t pull my gaze away from the few photos I’d fished out of the Internet. Group photos at a family birthday or the authorized biography of her father. Her movements in a YouTube conference clip were springy and powerful even in their smoothness. She exuded strength all over the place, laughing, talking, gesticulating.
A breath-taking beauty. Such beauty that I dared not believe it at times.
And brains to go with it.
In love or not, I knew what I wanted and Svadishana was the answer. I wanted her and would do anything short of suicide to get her. Who knows – perhaps when it came to that as the only means available, I’d really murder too. I didn’t in the least care about the consequences, as long as they got me to where I wanted to get to.
Svadishana’s arms and knickers and… heart?
What obsession, Roman. Get back to real.
No chance. Realwas Svadishana.
Blurb: Golden Shana: The Capture (Book 2) Roman finally gets together with Shana. But he finds himself wedged between three women and the man intent on killing him because of Shana. And there’s the secret of Marie’s unborn baby. Roman:I wanted to eat all of her. Even within that fortress I longed to erect around her to hold her captive in, to keep her away from men not worthy of the sight of her, I’d devour her. Shana:Roman was deadly sex. She had no antigenic for immunity against him. Instead she lay there on his bed, in an impossible state of sluttish disarray, holding her breath. Marie:“So you didn’t bring your rich old cow with you.” The bitch was ten years older than her, years older than Roman himself. Weren’t men supposed to prefer younger women? Alyssa:She was not going to let Roman treat her like a hole in the air. He started this triangle and she was going to make it equilateral. Grieg/Phoenix:His philosophy stated that peace was bondage, and war was freedom. His Girl was his territory, and no other man’s.
Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Capture (Book 2)I picked her up and carried her like a bride. Or a sleeping child. She nuzzled between my neck and shoulder. I kicked the door shut behind us.
We were both ablaze, and I needed to check that, wind it down a notch.
“Like to lie down on the sofa and cuddle till we both slow down a bit?”
“Bed.” Her voice vibrated against my neck.
We left the entrance hall behind us. The flames kept on leaping.
“Overriding my sensible decision?”
“Yes. Bed.” Tremulous once, tremulous twice.
“Just got me, and you want to run away with it.” I bore her past the living room.
“Bed.”
“I’m getting a restraining order on you.” I took the first stair, chest tight again.
She lifted her head off my shoulder and her Huskies sent megawatts to my blues. Unveiled desire. My balls clenched. At this degree I risked coming where I stood with her in my arms. I was tempted to close my eyes and summon my control. For the first time I felt life surge through my veins for a woman, the whole woman, not just sex with her. Again, I experienced that powerful instinct in me to guard and protect her, the fragile and most precious thing in my life. She had a pull on every cell in me. Her masses of loose curls gave warm slaps through my chinos to my hip, sending the sergeant into planning guerrilla warfare for its freedom.
The witch. I was hypnotized. I had to stop climbing the stairs and get my head cleared. She was as necessary to me as the air I breathed, yet she knocked that air straight out of my lungs. Her naked desire was intoxicating. Insanity mingled with reality. I really had her back in my arms. She came to me, came to my home for the first time. And ordered Bed, not a mutual shower. She was the first and only woman to take me to this Newland. She was my perfect balance. I’d fallen hard and didn’t even want to get back up. It happens to the worst of us ingrained rogue playboys.
The Huskies still pinned me in Newland. “Skirting around the deed, are we?”
“Protecting my golden goddess.”
For sheer survival, I broke the lock of our eyes and started up the stairs again.
Blurb: Golden Shana: The Untouchable (Book 3)
Roman doesn’t even want a harem. But the harem relentlessly seeks him. No sooner has Shana left Roman than Grieg/Phoenix is marking time on Roman’s door, out for a war, not a fight, over Shana. And so is Marie, whose pregnancy Roman still keeps a secret.
Roman:I loved owning women. Then I found my woman. But she would never be owned, not even by the gods. She left me. Still, her dangerous admirer and I began wars over her, not merely street fisticuffs. Shana: Roman scares me in every way and the fear excites me. I’m brainless in his arms, brainless just from thinking about him. He makes me navigate so many labyrinthine passages and secret doors that I’d never even been aware of before. My body knelt and wept for him. My common sense made me flee from him while I could. Marie:I sold Roman my heart and soul. Only to realise my body had not been consulted, and was therefore out for war. Alyssa:I really got all that about Roman. The super-ink indelibility of him, the substance of him that stamped his four-figure-euro Ferragamo Oxfords, the supernatural charisma that rocketed him all the way up there with Lucifer. His square would never fit my round. But hope springs eternal, right? Grieg:“If I have whoever your girl is, why don’t you simply come over and take me off her or her off me?” Roman had not reacted like a man who had received that damning message. Over the phone, he’d sounded as if he didn’t have a single feather ruffled. Time to start the war.
Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Untouchable (Book 3)I heard him change the phone to the other ear. “Castell, you’re a kid running a billion-euro crib, you pervert.”
My system actually waged wars for me to jump out of my skin. Control, Castell.
“Oh, yes. I’m about as straight as the U-bend under a sink, fuckwit. So is this the problem? A pissing contest based on having some beef about your wallet being a little anorexic in comparison? Have I got that bracketed?” I heard him swallow again. I decided on a blind knock on that, although for all I knew he was drinking water. “By the way, I’d ease up on the drink. Otherwise you won’t manage to solve the square root of bugger all, let alone remember if you have any other name but Sggirb.”
“I know you right up to your fucking perve room, Castell. I delivered the CD—had the CD delivered – right into your fucking office, practically into your hands. You know nothing about me. So you better watch your smart mouth.”
“Ah, you thought you’d simply storm the Bastille that’s my home and be discreet about it, then slink into my office building and show me the dot over the i that amounts to your balls? You’re right, I know nothing about you. You’re not even in my periphery, private or public.”
“I’m not a ball of yarn to your kitten, so watch your fucking mouth, Castell!”
Just to keep him put off his stroke, “Who would you say has all the tools for annihilation, fuckwit, the kitten or the yarn?”
“You’re lucky I’m—”
“Luck is basically mythical. Reality is called chance. How about we meet?”
He said nothing.
Not good, because now that I was screwing him hard, I needed to keep up the pace. So I said, “You could make it your mud hole or you could haul your arse back here to my city. Then we roll up our sleeves, or whisk off our T-shirts. Then we start doing a little tribute to Muhammad Ali out in the Congo with Joe Frazier.”
He said nothing. I heard him swallow at intervals during the silence. “I’m rapt with attention, fuckwit Sggirb, so let’s have a date and then – to quote your countryman –you are an American – float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.”
“You think you’re so fucking cool…” He rumbled the word out long: Coooooollll…
“Oh, I don’t just think it.”
“Just keep your hands off her, Castell. Keep your hands off My Girl!”
“If I have whoever your girl is, why don’t you simply come over and take me off her or her off me?” I paused for a reply, none came. “Or is this the sheep being docile until they get utterly famished?” Another pause. Silence, so I continued, “You sound like you wouldn’t find a clitoris if you were armed with a compass, street map and a fucking NASA telescope.”
“You can’t intimidate me, Castell.”
Which only exposed to me the wound I’d ripped open in him. Time to add chilli.
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Why Do I Write? My To Be Or Not To Be
Often I think I know the answer to this question: Why Do I Write? I, personally, write because I have something I’m passionate about and want to share with others. Something I want to shout from the rooftops, quite honestly. Other times, when the going is rough, I hear my inner voice shout : “Why do you write?” And that inner voice is the one I pay more attention to. It tells me I am not capable of NOT writing. Writing gets me out of bed in the middle of the night to either find my laptop or pen and notebook to jot down my burning ideas.
This writer’s passion is what started me off writing my multi-genred erotic series Golden Shana.
Of course some of the answers we writers tell ourselves risk making us feel like this whole thing is harder than it needs to be. Other answers, self-given, from readers or fellow writers or gleaned from friends and family, can be surprisingly helpful and provide relief. With my first book in the series, Golden Shana: The Chase, I selfishly wanted my kind of erotic romance to also be a thriller/mystery/suspense and was convinced it would wow every reader.
I came to learn I chased something potentially unattainable from readers; I couldn’t please them all. I didn’t even please most of them – they weren’t me. Having plunged into icy waters, the insecurity and self-doubt followed. And yet I knew I couldn’t stop writing and wouldn’t ‘write to market’as so many publishers and editors wanted me to.
The writer in me rebelled. This was my story, the one I wanted to shout from the rooftops. I read it and read it dozens of times and each time I shook my head: I’m not changing this, sorry!I’d rather suffer the lack of readers and financial failure than deliver something I didn’t believe in or even loathed – that would be insulting or at best cheating the reader. I knew I had something to say that hadn’t been said. At least not said the way I felt it can and should be said.
Yet that inner voice also craved acknowledgement and financial success. Which writer doesn’t want to be a Hollywood phenomenon? Still, I believed in myself enough to disregard all and concentrate on writing what I’d be proud to call mine and shout to the world about. I stubbornly wrote the second book Golden Shana: The Capture, the third book Golden Shana: The Untouchable, and I’m now writing the fourth book in the Golden Shana series, Golden Shana: The Conquest.
Most writers have experienced that Frankenstein’s monster thing. Shana and Roman had me captive since I began to write their story in 2013, and they led me wherever they wanted to lead me up to this minute, in 2019, writing the fourth book.
My joy is when I find a reader who “totally sees it” in my writing. And that’s a rare reward and confirmation of my creativity that’s the air it breathes. The money and world fame would be great. But one such a reader inspires and encourages me to write more and better for them. They wipe out the pain and disappointment from all the rejections and negative critiques. After all, I exposed myself to all that when I decided to write, so if I expect my opinions to be heard and accepted, it’s only fair that I accept criticisms myself. Besides, I learn something in every single feedback, yes, even those “geniuses” we truly have to suffer.
To borrow from Tim Schildberger: You write because of an inner compulsion to explore storytelling, or examine the human condition, or because there’s this awesome story no-one has heard, or because there is a feeling in your gut that if you don’t do this, life has less meaning. You write because you can’t imagine not writing, and you can’t really explain it any better than that.
Blurb: Golden Shana: The Chase (Book 1)
An evening at the opera house La Scala in Milan twirled the lives of five people into a web of intrigues, heartaches, human hunts, loss and revenge.
Roman:I never chased after a woman. It was always the other way around. Then I caught a glimpse of the woman I would kneel for, at the opera, and I didn’t even know her name. But I determined to find her if it took me the rest of my life.Shana:He stood in the room with her. The frisson in the currents freaking between them was as solid as a steel portal. The mutual force of predator and prey blasted its way into her core ... her soul ... Danger. Keep far away from him.Marie:Some men were born to rule the world; others were born to ruin it. Roman Alastair Northcott Broughton Castell was born to do both. But she loved him and awaited his baby.Alyssa:He was the lover she wouldn’t tire of. Roman had something so damned perilous about him he was addictive. Who gets addicted to safe and riskless? Not her. Grieg/Phoenix:Had His Girl interpreted that Friday night as abuse? He’d only done what she wanted – protection of her cherished innocence.
Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Chase (Book 1)
What a difference a day makes… And it hadn’t been a day. It had been an evening in Milan. Brief momentsof an evening. I didn’t care about the consequences to whomever. Through my obsession with Svadishana I became aware of the fact that I was a person. A human being, not an almighty god, with all the baggage that comes with being that. I too – eureka! – had a heart pumping white and red corpuscles through my veins. Blood, not icicles.
Was it love I felt for Svadishana? A woman I’d spoken three whiny words – Please call me!– to? Was it more than simple lust and desire? Did I want to possess more than just her body?
Pondering these questions alone was so unlike me. That woman had turned me into an alien even unto my own self. What I felt, my inner voice said, was more than the thrill of the hunt. More than lust, desire, need, passion, the excitement of possession, and subjugation.
Of course all that was part of it. But the basis or the source, the seedbed on which all that sprouted and was growing to full blossom in me, could well be something else.
When I thought of her, saw her image from Milan in my mind, watched how she moved in long smooth strides in YouTube, my brow beaded with sweat. I couldn’t pull my gaze away from the few photos I’d fished out of the Internet. Group photos at a family birthday or the authorized biography of her father. Her movements in a YouTube conference clip were springy and powerful even in their smoothness. She exuded strength all over the place, laughing, talking, gesticulating.
A breath-taking beauty. Such beauty that I dared not believe it at times.
And brains to go with it.
In love or not, I knew what I wanted and Svadishana was the answer. I wanted her and would do anything short of suicide to get her. Who knows – perhaps when it came to that as the only means available, I’d really murder too. I didn’t in the least care about the consequences, as long as they got me to where I wanted to get to.
Svadishana’s arms and knickers and… heart?
What obsession, Roman. Get back to real.
No chance. Realwas Svadishana.
Blurb: Golden Shana: The Capture (Book 2) Roman finally gets together with Shana. But he finds himself wedged between three women and the man intent on killing him because of Shana. And there’s the secret of Marie’s unborn baby. Roman:I wanted to eat all of her. Even within that fortress I longed to erect around her to hold her captive in, to keep her away from men not worthy of the sight of her, I’d devour her. Shana:Roman was deadly sex. She had no antigenic for immunity against him. Instead she lay there on his bed, in an impossible state of sluttish disarray, holding her breath. Marie:“So you didn’t bring your rich old cow with you.” The bitch was ten years older than her, years older than Roman himself. Weren’t men supposed to prefer younger women? Alyssa:She was not going to let Roman treat her like a hole in the air. He started this triangle and she was going to make it equilateral. Grieg/Phoenix:His philosophy stated that peace was bondage, and war was freedom. His Girl was his territory, and no other man’s.
Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Capture (Book 2)I picked her up and carried her like a bride. Or a sleeping child. She nuzzled between my neck and shoulder. I kicked the door shut behind us.
We were both ablaze, and I needed to check that, wind it down a notch.
“Like to lie down on the sofa and cuddle till we both slow down a bit?”
“Bed.” Her voice vibrated against my neck.
We left the entrance hall behind us. The flames kept on leaping.
“Overriding my sensible decision?”
“Yes. Bed.” Tremulous once, tremulous twice.
“Just got me, and you want to run away with it.” I bore her past the living room.
“Bed.”
“I’m getting a restraining order on you.” I took the first stair, chest tight again.
She lifted her head off my shoulder and her Huskies sent megawatts to my blues. Unveiled desire. My balls clenched. At this degree I risked coming where I stood with her in my arms. I was tempted to close my eyes and summon my control. For the first time I felt life surge through my veins for a woman, the whole woman, not just sex with her. Again, I experienced that powerful instinct in me to guard and protect her, the fragile and most precious thing in my life. She had a pull on every cell in me. Her masses of loose curls gave warm slaps through my chinos to my hip, sending the sergeant into planning guerrilla warfare for its freedom.
The witch. I was hypnotized. I had to stop climbing the stairs and get my head cleared. She was as necessary to me as the air I breathed, yet she knocked that air straight out of my lungs. Her naked desire was intoxicating. Insanity mingled with reality. I really had her back in my arms. She came to me, came to my home for the first time. And ordered Bed, not a mutual shower. She was the first and only woman to take me to this Newland. She was my perfect balance. I’d fallen hard and didn’t even want to get back up. It happens to the worst of us ingrained rogue playboys.
The Huskies still pinned me in Newland. “Skirting around the deed, are we?”
“Protecting my golden goddess.”
For sheer survival, I broke the lock of our eyes and started up the stairs again.
Blurb: Golden Shana: The Untouchable (Book 3)
Roman doesn’t even want a harem. But the harem relentlessly seeks him. No sooner has Shana left Roman than Grieg/Phoenix is marking time on Roman’s door, out for a war, not a fight, over Shana. And so is Marie, whose pregnancy Roman still keeps a secret.
Roman:I loved owning women. Then I found my woman. But she would never be owned, not even by the gods. She left me. Still, her dangerous admirer and I began wars over her, not merely street fisticuffs. Shana: Roman scares me in every way and the fear excites me. I’m brainless in his arms, brainless just from thinking about him. He makes me navigate so many labyrinthine passages and secret doors that I’d never even been aware of before. My body knelt and wept for him. My common sense made me flee from him while I could. Marie:I sold Roman my heart and soul. Only to realise my body had not been consulted, and was therefore out for war. Alyssa:I really got all that about Roman. The super-ink indelibility of him, the substance of him that stamped his four-figure-euro Ferragamo Oxfords, the supernatural charisma that rocketed him all the way up there with Lucifer. His square would never fit my round. But hope springs eternal, right? Grieg:“If I have whoever your girl is, why don’t you simply come over and take me off her or her off me?” Roman had not reacted like a man who had received that damning message. Over the phone, he’d sounded as if he didn’t have a single feather ruffled. Time to start the war.
Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Untouchable (Book 3)I heard him change the phone to the other ear. “Castell, you’re a kid running a billion-euro crib, you pervert.”
My system actually waged wars for me to jump out of my skin. Control, Castell.
“Oh, yes. I’m about as straight as the U-bend under a sink, fuckwit. So is this the problem? A pissing contest based on having some beef about your wallet being a little anorexic in comparison? Have I got that bracketed?” I heard him swallow again. I decided on a blind knock on that, although for all I knew he was drinking water. “By the way, I’d ease up on the drink. Otherwise you won’t manage to solve the square root of bugger all, let alone remember if you have any other name but Sggirb.”
“I know you right up to your fucking perve room, Castell. I delivered the CD—had the CD delivered – right into your fucking office, practically into your hands. You know nothing about me. So you better watch your smart mouth.”
“Ah, you thought you’d simply storm the Bastille that’s my home and be discreet about it, then slink into my office building and show me the dot over the i that amounts to your balls? You’re right, I know nothing about you. You’re not even in my periphery, private or public.”
“I’m not a ball of yarn to your kitten, so watch your fucking mouth, Castell!”
Just to keep him put off his stroke, “Who would you say has all the tools for annihilation, fuckwit, the kitten or the yarn?”
“You’re lucky I’m—”
“Luck is basically mythical. Reality is called chance. How about we meet?”
He said nothing.
Not good, because now that I was screwing him hard, I needed to keep up the pace. So I said, “You could make it your mud hole or you could haul your arse back here to my city. Then we roll up our sleeves, or whisk off our T-shirts. Then we start doing a little tribute to Muhammad Ali out in the Congo with Joe Frazier.”
He said nothing. I heard him swallow at intervals during the silence. “I’m rapt with attention, fuckwit Sggirb, so let’s have a date and then – to quote your countryman –you are an American – float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.”
“You think you’re so fucking cool…” He rumbled the word out long: Coooooollll…
“Oh, I don’t just think it.”
“Just keep your hands off her, Castell. Keep your hands off My Girl!”
“If I have whoever your girl is, why don’t you simply come over and take me off her or her off me?” I paused for a reply, none came. “Or is this the sheep being docile until they get utterly famished?” Another pause. Silence, so I continued, “You sound like you wouldn’t find a clitoris if you were armed with a compass, street map and a fucking NASA telescope.”
“You can’t intimidate me, Castell.”
Which only exposed to me the wound I’d ripped open in him. Time to add chilli.
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January 31, 2019
Become a PIONEERS fan! #reverseharem #scifi #KU #newrelease
Don't miss Angel Lawson's great additions to the Planet Athion shared world. Book #2 of her PIONEER series releases today and book #3 is on pre-order! Click on the covers for more information (all books on KU)
Out Now—False Start (Book 3, The False Series) by Meli Raine (@meliraineauthor)
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This isn't how my life is supposed to end.Then again, a case of mistaken identity got me here. No one is ever who we think they are. Especially my kidnapper, a man whose entire life is designed to deceive.Powerful people want my rescuer to die. I'm just a lure. A pawn. An object.But objects hold meaning. Emotions attach themselves without logic.Like love.I now know that Duff will do everything to protect me.If he gets here in time. And if I can hold on long enough.Because my body can only handle so much. Pushed to the limits, it's finally giving out. Giving way.Giving up.I know Duff, though.He never will.Blink.
Read the stunning conclusion to USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine’s False series, told from both Lily and Duff’s points of view.
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Meli Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them. Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.
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Excerpt
Being locked in a room with a dead body is not on my bucket list.Being locked in a room with a faceless corpse, the dim light making his exposed, bloody skull bones gleam like rubies, is definitely not on my wish list.The scream that wants to come out turns inward, helplessness stopping it somewhere in my chest, comforted by my heart, which only wants it to go quiet. Screaming won't fix this. I can't find an escape by making noise. Reality has a way of dominating.I look down at the dead man.Who is very, very real.I move gently on the chaise, taking the deepest breath I can, holding it for too long. Suspending myself in time and space feels like the only out. I can't actually leave. Second best is closing off my air supply, shutting my eyelids, not moving. Freezing in place gives me an illusion to grasp, the fleeting seconds important.My hand slides under a throw pillow. The cool haven of hidden fabric makes me shiver.A black spider, all too familiar, comes off the pillow my hand is under.That makes me shiver even more.I jump up, shocked by the intrusion of another living being.The door calls out to me.The spider crawls down one leg of the chaise, then makes its way dispassionately along the tip of the dead guy's shoe.In order to get to the door, I have to go around the dead body. In order to move, I have to feel the sensation of his blood on my skin. When I bend my arm, the dried blood on my shoulders and neck crackles. It puckers, like child's glue spread over skin and allowed to dry for fun. For amusement.This is anything but amusing.
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January 28, 2019
FREE! THEIR INVASION by Marissa Farrar Book #1 DARKEST SKIES
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It happened in the middle of the night.
Asteroids raining down on Earth, destroying buildings, killing people.
We thought that was the worst of it, but then women started to go missing, and we knew worse was yet to come...
I, Camille Harran, a planetary scientist at one of the world’s numerous Observatories, should have predicted it.
Together with my team of men—head of security, Aleandro, studious meteorologist, Casey, and tattooed, dark haired Mike, who is head of communications—we do everything we can to figure out what’s behind the attack on our planet.
But when the government decides the Observatories are best for coordinating their teams, we find ourselves having to deal with strangers as well. They’re army men, and government officials, and among them are men more beautiful than I’ve ever seen.What secrets do they hide, and will I, or those I love, survive their invasion?
January 27, 2019
IN SAFE HANDS - Out Now
She's the maid, he's her boss...and he takes full advantage of the situation.
When Marie started working for Taylor Ward, a successful New York businessman, she had no idea their kinks would be so in tune. One Friday evening encounter leads to another and another and soon she can't imagine being without him in her life or in her bed.
But does he feel the same? Has he been simply playing out scenes, or is there more to that sparkle in his eyes, the passion in his kisses and the sweetness in his caress?
IN SAFE HANDS is a spin-off short story - fine as a standalone read - from the full length novel HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE which features Taylor's equally kinky brother Kane Ward. Please note it was previously published in the anthology SEXY JUST GOT RICH.
January 25, 2019
"My husband has desires-dark, forbidden desires!" THE SILK TIE on #sale #99c #KU #MMF #erotic #romance
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"My husband has new dark and forbidden fantasies. I'll let him explore them on one condition...I get to watch."
Professional life in the City of London is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by the motto work hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone, comes along that changes how he wants to play I'm intrigued by our sexy new game. But there's always private sides to the ones you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires are stealing Gabe's dreams. It's not until I meet Brent--gorgeous and sophisticated yet soul-achingly alone--that I begin to understand the complex layers of Gabe's needs and exactly what I have to do. But I'm not afraid; in fact the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and a new cresting wave of passion we open up to each other, testing the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the same again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?
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January 22, 2019
Meet The Vipers and fall in love and lust! HOT ICE BOXED SET #hot #hockey #romance #kindleunlimited
You can now grab all seven novels in the HOT ICE series in one delicious boxed set! Also available to read on Kindle Unlimited!
January 18, 2019
"Be Prepared for Anything." DUTY BOUND is OUT NOW #SaturdaySpankings #erotic #BDSM #romance #reverseharem
Welcome to Saturday Spankings. Here's a few from S.W.A.T. my story in DUTY BOUND a super sexy uniform themed reverse harem anthology that's just hit the shelves.
When their uniforms come off…
Bossy, dedicated, overprotective, super complicated. A woman needs a man like that in her life like she needs a temporal lobe headache, right? Think again, because when the uniforms come off and the temperature skyrockets, it’s time to forget Hell and take a trip straight to Heaven.
How about multiplying that by three, four, or more? You get the picture? This set of panty-melting reverse harem stories will have you gasping, panting, squirming and sweating. Read late into the night with these steamy tales featuring priests, military men, S.W.A.T. officers, gardeners, waiters, and more.
For a limited time only, grab your own harem of hot men who are determined to be the best of the best, especially when it comes to adoring their woman.
Excerpt
“Keep hold,” he said sternly. “Letting go will not bode well for you.”I gripped tighter, worrying that if my skin dampened with sweat, I’d slip.He struck me again, another layer of heat over the first. I groaned, enjoying thesensation but still wary of it. Jonathan could deliver much harsher strikes if he decided to. Another thwack, and another. Now I didn’t have to think about letting my thoughtsgo—they were just a wisp of dust in my memory. The delicious discomfort building on my ass cheeks was seeping to my pussy and my internal muscles were clenching and releasing, my clit pulsing gently.“You pink up nicely,” he said, stepping close so his small patch of chest hair brushed against my skin. “And such a sweet ass.” He rubbed his work-roughened hands over my buttocks. “Is it making you wet?”“Yes, I think so.” I still had my eyes closed and my head tipped back. “Please...” “What do you want?”“You.”He chuckled. “Oh, you’ll get me.”The flogger was on my front now. He trailed it from my right shoulder, over my throat, to my left. Each frond created a trail of anticipation.“Hold on,” he murmured.A sharp slap covered both of my breasts. I hadn’t been expecting that and cried out. Each nipple had taken a direct hit.“You’re mine to do with as I wish, remember,” he said, his voice low and with a decidedly dirty edge to it. “So keep still and be prepared for anything.”
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