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Special Guest - Doris O'Conner

Thank you so much for having me on your blog today, Lily, with my new release Her Best Friend’s Husband. Like so many of my stories the idea for this one was first sparked by a picture and the resulting tease on my blog.
The picture was a naked guy in bed, holding a wedding cake. How did I arrive from that to this story? Well, my muse works in mysterious ways, lol. The story slowly evolved and it was stuck in limbo for a long time, until I got the urge one day to pick up that manuscript, and the rest is history, as they say. J
I had such fun writing these three, and the intricacies of their relationship as they try to work out whether three is indeed better than two. So much so, in fact, that I’m planning a follow up to their story in due course.
For now, enjoy seeing Naomi struggle with her feelings for her best friend and his husband. To quote her. “Who does that?”
Naomi, for sure, and when she realizes the guys feel the same way…. Well… you might need a fan or a glass of water when you’re reading some scenes.



Your best friend’s wedding is not the time to realize how much you love him... 
Wedding organizer Naomi Young is not only head-over-heels in love with her best friend, she lusts after his husband. 
Which is all kinds of wrong—isn’t it? Maybe not. Especially when she discovers the attraction is not as one-sided as she thought. 
Dom Dawson Monroe has never had a problem going after what he wants. Both he and his new husband Josh Garrison enjoy a woman’s soft touch, so who better to satisfy that need than the one woman Josh is madly in love with? Time to claim them both as his submissives. 
Convention be damned. Happiness is to be found in the soft curves of Naomi’s body, as long as they can convince her that this is forever. Only time will tell if the loving twosome can become an even more loving threesome. 
Be Warned: BDSM, m/m sex, menage sex (MMF), double penetration




Evernight: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/her-best-friends-husband-by-doris-oconnor/
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B077RV4GSB Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B077RV4GSB/Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B077RV4GSB/Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B077RV4GSB/





Excerpt: 
“Perhaps the boy’s timing was unfortunate, but he would only owe you an apology if you hadn’t enjoyed that kiss. And we all know you did. I’d wager you’re getting wet just remembering those kisses. I know I got hard witnessing it. You two look hot together.” 


Naomi gasped and opened her mouth as though to protest, but one knowing smirk from Dawson meant she simply shook her head. 


“Nothing to say to that, little one?” 


That question, delivered in that deep, dark, gravelly voice—his Dom voice, as Josh called it—appeared to have the same effect on Naomi, as it always did on him. Her breathing sped up, and she tensed. While he couldn’t see them from his position in his back seat, Josh bet his next orgasm that her nipples were hard little beacons signaling her arousal as clearly as the moan she swallowed. It made him wish this infernal journey was over already. He couldn’t wait to see his life-long friend squirm in pleasure under his and Dawson’s hands. 


His Master’s gaze dropped down to Naomi’s cleavage and Dawson’s grin turned positively sinful. 


“Never mind words, your body gives you away. If I touched you now, I’d find you sopping wet for us, wouldn’t I? In fact…” 


Dawson reached across and placed his large hand on Naomi's knee. She jumped but didn't stop him as he proceeded to pull up the hem of her dress, exposing acres of dark skin. The contrast of Dawson's much lighter hand on Naomi's thighs was startling. Josh groaned, and Naomi crunched the gear again as the traffic started moving. 


"Please, I … don't." She flung an imploring look at Master and gasped when his hand briefly disappeared between her ample thighs. Josh balled his hands into fists to stop himself from grasping his dick, because seeing Master's hand reappear seconds later, his digits glistening with the unmistakable evidence of Naomi's arousal … fuck, that was hot. 


Dawson grinned, licked one digit, and then held his hand out for Josh. 


“Here, have a taste.” 


His amber eyes darkened when Josh grasped Master’s hand. Naomi’s sweet, addictive taste exploded on his taste buds, made ten times more potent because it was mixed in with the familiar scent of the man he loved to distraction. Josh’s balls drew up in response, and he grunted as his dick jerked inside his pants. 


“No coming without my say-so, boy. Besides, you make a mess in our girl’s car you’ll be cleaning it up.” 


“Oh my God, you two are too much. I’m sitting right here, you know. Are either one of you going to actually ask me what I think?” 


Naomi’s voice had risen to a shrill screech in her agitation. It served as an ice-cold dampener to Josh’s arousal, and he hastily released Dawson’s hand. 


“Of course, we do.” He threw an imploring glance at his husband, and Dawson gave a sharp nod. Relief flooded through Josh, at that non-verbal confirmation that his Master was more than willing to step in. 


“None of this will work without your consent, and communication is vital. I just don’t appreciate you lying to yourself, or us, girl,” Dawson said. 


Naomi tensed further, and Josh could almost see the steam coming out of her ears. Any minute now she would explode in anger. 


“Look, Naomi, what Dawson is trying to say—” 


"Spare me, Josh." Naomi glared at him through the rearview mirror, and in a move that wouldn't have been amiss in a Bond movie, she pulled into the fast lane and put her foot down, as the traffic cleared. Dawson's hand braced on the dashboard again, and when he looked all set to say something, Josh put his hand on his Master's shoulder. Dawson glanced back at him, and his brows drew together in a frown at Josh's shake of the head. He heeded his request, however, and didn't say anything, as Naomi broke every speed limit in the land in her haste to seemingly get away from them all. 


An awkward silence fell between them all, only broken by Naomi's soft curses when she had to slow down for the inevitable traffic, interspersed by Dawson's sighs. 


Oh, Master was pissed and getting more annoyed by the minute. One of Dawson’s unbreakable rules was the need for his submissives to stay safe. Unwittingly Naomi was breaking that rule, and Josh knew he had to say something to calm this situation down. 


“Slow down, sweet cheeks. Getting us killed will not get us there any faster. I’m sorry okay.” 


Naomi gasped and glanced at him through the mirror. The sheen of tears in her eyes was like a punch to the gut, and he put his hand on her shoulder. He took the fact that she didn't immediately shrug him off as a good sign. "I'm sorry I sprung this on you, but I'm not sorry I kissed you. I'm not sorry this is out in the open. We should have probably had this conversation before I got married, but there never seemed a right time, and I'm a fucking coward, okay? I was too afraid to lose our friendship, but we could be so good together. All of us."

About Doris
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed. Stalk her in these places...
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Alpha's Alpha by Elyzabeth M Valey

Blurb:
Lee never thought he’d find his mate at a club, but even less so, did he expect him to be, Alkaline, the leader of the mafia organization known as the Claws. If the lion shifter were not an alpha, things might be easier, but as it is, his mate is bent on keeping them apart. Not that it matters to Lee, he’ll hunt him down and make him his. Alkaline doesn’t do sweet. Nor vulnerable. Nor submissive. So when his lion decides that his soulmate is an alpha puma, he refuses to accept it. After all, whoever heard of two alphas mating? However, resisting Lee is harder than he ever imagined. With two men battling for dominance, who will end up on top? And will their romance survive the match? 
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Thank you for having me at your blog today, Lily!
I’m excited to share my latest release with you, Alpha’s Alpha (Moon Point 2). This story is a standalone of a brand new series which revolves around the shifter bar, Moon Point. If you’ve read Evernight Publishing’s Owned by the Alpha anthology, you’ll find the first story in the series there. Most of the time when I’m writing I have some background music playing and that usually influences my writing in one way or another. Alpha’s Alpha wasn’t any different. Spotify open, headphones on and hands on the keyboard I set to work. From the first moment, Lee’s and Alkaline’s story was mainly shaped around Maroon 5’s music, albeit with a few exceptions. Below is a short list of some of the songs which influenced the story and a little side note so you can see what part they touched the most. I hope you enjoy it!
1.     Animals by Maroon 5 ~ Lee and Alkaline met and kissed for the first time when this song was playing in the background. 


2.     Cold by Maroon 5 ~ When the men decided to walk away from each other, this is the song I kept replaying. 


3.     It was always you by Maroon 5 ~ In what part of the story do you think I played this song? 


4.     Dani California by Red hot Chili Peppers ~ This song is Moon Point’s unofficial anthem. Its drunken patrons love singing to it. It’s a fun song. 


5.     Lost by Icon and the Black Roses ~ At certain moments of the story both characters felt, well, lost. It’s an emotional song.
How important is music for you? Do you like to listen to something while reading? Let me know in the comments!

Excerpt
The beat of the music made the floor vibrate. The strobe lights flashed, creating a maddening effect. Lee lifted his arms toward the ceiling, and swayed his hips. He mouthed the words to the popular song, allowing the rhythm to wash over him and obliterate any thoughts and worries he still carried from the long day at work.The animal within him stirred. Tossing and turning, it gathered energy from the pulsing tones and climbed to the surface as if awakening from a long sleep. Lee’s blood pumped faster. His vision refocused, throwing everything into sharp contrast, from the shimmering contents of beverages in clear glasses, to the glittery eye makeup of a random stranger. The club smelled like sweat and alcohol. Bodies pressed together, swaying, moving. Glass shattered somewhere followed by a chorus of “Oh!” and loud laughter. All around, people enjoyed a night out, oblivious to anything more than what lay a few feet from them. Unaware of the hunter in their midst.Lee licked his lips. His cock twitched. It’d been too long since he’d prowled the night for a bed companion. Focused on his work as manager of the shifter bar Moon Point, sometimes he forgot to have fun, to give into his baser instincts. Normally, he’d go home, relieve himself, and fall asleep until the next day. But he was a puma, a night prowler. And tonight, after he’d closed Moon Point, he knew driving to the countryside and going for a run wouldn’t be enough. He was restless, yearning for something more which he could only describe as the need for company, for the feel of skin against skin, for the gentle caress of caring hands, if only for a few hours.It was time to hunt.Lee glanced around and caught the eye of a handsome stud with dark, puppy eyes. He grinned. The stranger looked away, then back at him, a small smile playing on his lips.Game on.Swerving his hips, Lee started to make his way toward the man and stopped. The hint of a welcoming scent caressed his senses. A desert breeze mingled with rare wildflowers. A spark lit up his core, sending a shiver of excitement through him. The top of his ears tingled. Lee spun. His heart froze, then resurged, pounding frantically.Alkaline.He’d never been formally introduced to the lion shifter, but he knew him on sight. He had to. One didn’t manage a bar in one of the seediest neighborhoods of the city without knowing the local gangs. Besides, Alkaline wasn’t exactly easy to miss. At six-foot-five, with shoulder-length red-blond hair, a matching beard, and slightly tanned skin, he stood out wherever he went.Lee watched him move. His cock twitched. There was nothing submissive about the male specimen coming in his direction, parting the crowd like some kind of god. Alkaline exuded power, force, and unbridled passion.Their gazes locked and desire rushed through him. Hell, yes. This was just what he needed. A real challenge. Lee extended his hand and Alkaline took it. The lion pulled him close with a firm tug. Hand on his waist, Alkaline guided him to the music.Lee sucked in his cheeks to keep from laughing. Hell would freeze over before he was the one following. He pushed back, forcing Alkaline to release him. Then, rolling forward, he placed his hands on Alkaline’s hips and took the lead.The lion snarled. His amber eyes flashed a warning. Lee didn’t retreat. His cock thickened inside his jeans, rubbing against the material. Abruptly, Alkaline dipped him slightly backwards, threaded his fingers in his hair and held, forcing Lee to stare at him.His puma growled. Bursting through his defenses, it forced his vision to change. It turned sharper, more attuned to the man in front of him, from the tiny wrinkles in the corner of his eyes, to the small mole above his brow, to the thin coat of sweat which made his face glisten.Alkaline glared at him. Lee’s blood pressure spiked along with his raging libido. He wouldn’t be the first to drop his gaze. He pursed his mouth. The music changed and someone slammed into them, breaking the connection.They both moved at the same time. Lips clashed. Hungry. Hard. Lee’s fingers threaded into Alkaline’s long reddish mane and Alkaline rested his hand on the nape of Lee’s neck, bringing him closer. Their tongues entwined, desperately seeking for more, until the air ran out of their lungs and they broke apart panting. For a second, they gauged each other, and Lee wondered if he looked as bewildered and as consumed by lust as the other man.Just when he was about to speak, Alkaline grabbed his hand and placed it over his erection. Lee groaned.“I need to have you, now,” Alkaline said.~~~~~~~~~Available at  Evernight Publishing ~ Amazon.com ~ Amazon.uk 

About Elyzabeth M. VaLey

Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after.  From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.
When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends. 
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#SatSpanks #BDSM #erotic #romance THE RANGER'S RULES

Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week I'm whisking you off to Africa to meet a ranger with very strict rules regarding keeping safe on safari.

Again he pulled back, until just the tip of his cock sat inside her. He released her right hip and smoothed his hand over her right buttock.Suddenly a sharp, stinging slap landed where his palm had just been.As she jerked and cried out, he thrust into her. “Fuck, yeah! Squeeze my cock like that.” “Rhett...” Could she cope with a spanking and a fucking? That had never been even a thought in her wildest of dreams.“Your pussy contracts when I spank you, Casey. Feel it this time.” He backed almost out. This time he released her left hip and caressed her left buttock.She knew what was coming, gritted her teeth and shut her eyes. The anticipation of a spank had suddenly become exciting. To know he enjoyed it, her reaction to it, made it sexy as heck. Even so, the shock of the heated slap made her jolt away from him.But he had a hold of her and sank deep as she cried out. He was right, her pussy did spasm around his cock at the moment of impact and it intensified the delicious sensation of him being so deep and filling her so thickly.“Beautiful,” he said, gripping both her hips again, “now you have my marks on your skin, it’s blushing already.”“And you like that?” Of course he did. Kinky bastard.

Special Guest - Nicola M Cameron

Hello, and thanks so much for having me on today! Lady of Thorns is the third book in a series that was never supposed to be a series. I’ve been describing it as “Lady Mary from Downton Abbey goes head to head with Alan Shore from Boston Legal—and hijinks ensue!” While I’ve resigned Danaë and Matthias to the background for now, fear not, Mattaë fans—book four will run in parallel to the events of Lady of Thorns and covers what happens when Matthias arrives in Hellas for his first official visit after the wedding. In the meantime I do hope you enjoy the story of Amelie and Alain, and I can promise that they’ll make another appearance down the line as I now know where I’m going with this series. All I will say about that is: buckle up, because it’s going to be a bumpy ride. Mwahahahaha…
BlurbLove was never supposed to be part of the deal…Lady Amelie de Clerq’s prickly demeanor and earth mage abilities have earned her the nickname “Lady of Thorns,” keeping potential suitors at bay and making her the butt of the nobility’s jokes. Determined to attract a husband who will love her for herself rather than her fortune, she decides to embark on a journey of sensual self-discovery.Alain LaPorte, wily lawyer and toast of the capital’s social set, has been summoned to Lierdhe to oversee business negotiations with a neighboring earl. When Amelie asks Alain to tutor her in the bedroom arts, he agrees to introduce the virgin mage to pleasure. But lessons in lovemaking soon turn into a matter of the heart, forcing both Amelie and Alain to confront their fears about intimacy, loyalty, and love.Fantasy, Erotic Romance, MFWord Count: 80,000Heat Level 4Published By: Belaurient PressBooks in the Two Thrones series: Empress of Storms Palace of Scoundrels Lady of Thorns


ExcerptLaPorte returned with two goblets of wine and handed her one, the deep garnet of the liquid lit with reflected fire from the candlelight. “I’m glad you came. I must admit, I was afraid you’d changed your mind.”Amelie took a deep sip, hoping the cool, tart wine would help soothe her nerves. “I had to persuade my maid that I didn’t require help getting ready for bed.” As it was, she wasn’t sure that she’d convinced Jeanette with her excuse that she planning on going back down to her office. “I apologize if I kept you waiting.”“No apologies necessary.” He showed her to a pair of chairs set on either side of the fireplace and sat down. “You look lovely.”She plucked at the light blue wool of her gown, wishing she had worn something more alluring, or at least with a lower neckline. Her mother’s closet was full of silky, clingy dresses with daring necklines, and she would have given a great deal to rummage through them. Instead, I come to him dressed like some awkward girl.Which I suppose I am. “Thank you. You look very handsome.”He smiled at that. “Thank you, my lady.”A silence fell after that. She fidgeted with the goblet, wishing she didn’t feel like such a fool. The weight of his attention was tangible, causing her stomach to flutter. “I don’t know what to say now,” she confessed.“You don’t have to say anything. Drink your wine and let me look at you.”Her mouth dried again at that and she took a quick sip from her goblet. “I’m sorry about the plainness of my gown. I’m afraid I don’t have anything appropriate to wear to—” A seduction. “—something like this.”His lips quirked at that. “I asked you to leave what you had on because I liked it. Pretty gowns make for lovely gift wrapping, true, but it all comes off in the end anyway. Besides, there’s a certain appeal to a gown such as yours.”“I don’t see what that could be,” she muttered into her goblet.“It’s what it represents. Youth, innocence, an unknown territory ripe to be explored. I suspect it’s the reason why so many men have a fondness for deflowering virgins—they relish being the first man a woman has known intimately.”She tried to lock the question behind her jaws, but it popped out. “Do you like that?”“Deflowering virgins?”“Yes.”“No.”She slouched lower in her chair. “Oh.”He held up a hand. “Not to say that I have anything against it, mind you. Everyone has to start somewhere, after all. But I don’t fetishize it to the degree that other men do. I see it more as a starting point on a very pleasant journey.”She hadn’t thought of it that way. “And you don’t think less of me for my request?”“Not at all, my lady. You know what you want, and you wish an experienced tutor to help you achieve it. It’s all quite reasonable to me.” He settled in his chair, sipping his wine. “As I’m playing tutor to you in this area, are there any questions you wish to ask me?”There were, actually. “Will it hurt much?”“It shouldn’t. If I make sure you’re aroused and open first, you should be able to take me without discomfort.”Take him. Those simple words set warmth surging through her lower belly. “So, no gushing blood or rending pain, then.”He rolled his eyes. “That might be the case if a maid beds a huge brute of a man who’s only interested in his own pleasure. But that won’t be the case with you, I can assure you. I’m confident enough in my ability to couch a lance without causing you harm.”Even if there would be pain, she was prepared to bear it for the promise of pleasure afterwards. She wondered how many women he’d taken to bed, but found she didn’t want to know the answer. “How do we do this? Go from sitting here to naked and in bed?”Alain studied her, then drained his goblet. “Like this, my lady.”


Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes and Noble | Kobo | Google Play | iTunes | PrintAbout the AuthorNicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of "y'all," much to her Chicago family's dismay.Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn't until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture...).
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Artist on the Fifth Floor Kay Jaybee

Many thanks for letting me visit your site today Lily, to share a taster from ‘The Fifth Floor’, the revamped and re-edited first novel from ‘The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.’


Blurb
Hidden behind the respectable façade of the Fables Hotel in Oxfordshire, five specially adapted rooms await visitors to the fifth floor. Here, Mrs Peters is mistress of an adult entertainment facility pandering to the kinky requirements of its guests. When she meets Jess Sanders, she recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.
Under the tutelage of dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with an erotically demanding training schedule and a truly sexy exercise regime. But will she come to terms with her new career?
Meanwhile, Mrs Peters is temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s fifth floor by artist, Sam Wheeler – who she believes can help her in her mission to transform Jess into the perfect submissive…



The Fifth Floor (previously available as The Perfect Submissive),tells the story of Miss Jess Sanders, as she comes to terms with the fact that her manageress, Mrs Laura Peters, believes she has the potential to become a submissive on the exclusive adult entertainment floor of the Fables Hotel.  It isn’t just new girl Jess who has caught Mrs Peters professional eye however. Visiting artist, Mr Samuel Wheeler, has attracted her attention as well- and not just her professional gaze, but her personal one as well...
Sam was stood at the hotel bar, almost exactly where Laura had been the night before. Although he was looking in the opposite direction, sipping from a tumbler of faintly orange liquid, Laura was sure he knew she’d entered the room.‘Are you going to finish that drink, or shall we just go to bed?’Taken aback by her directness, Sam’s eyes narrowed as he placed his barely touched drink on a nearby table and followed the manageress out of the bar, offering to carry the large canvas bag she held, saying, ‘My suite I think.’Laura raised a questioning eyebrow, but deciding it might be interesting to give him the illusion of being in control, even if only for a moment, she took a step back so Sam could lead the way to the lift.As they walked, Sam shifted the bag from one hand to the other, ‘What the hell have you got in here, it weighs a ton?’Laura merely shrugged; he’d find out soon enough.The second they entered the lift, Laura produced a small silver key from the palm of her hand, and punched the button that would take them to the fifth floor. As the lift began to slow towards their destination she inserted the key into the elevator’s override facility and brought it to a juddering halt.       ‘What are you doing?’ Her guest remained outwardly calm, but Laura wondered how the artist felt inside as she fixed him with a stern expression.Despite the fact that he was the most attractive man she’d seen in months, and her own pulse was thudding rather more than she would have cared to admit, her voice remained professionally abrupt, ‘Change of plan. My place instead, I think.’ She tilted her head to one side, appraising him as she spoke, ‘I suggest you do exactly what I tell you.’Laura could almost hear the increase in Sam’s heart rate. She allowed the merest hint of a grin to waver briefly at the corner of her burgundy lips. Confident that he was too far down the road of stimulation to walk out now, and that he wouldn’t leave even if he could, she calmly ordered him to remove all his clothes.‘But we’re in a lift.’Sam had merely tilted his head to one side as he’d spoken, but Laura knew from experience that her actions were beginning to unsettle him, however composed he managed to appear. Sounding like a headmistress whose patience was about to wear very thin, Laura repeated her request, ‘I asked you to remove your clothes. I think you should, don’t you?’With his brown eyes clouding a little, his ever hardening erection took control of his brain, and Sam disposed of his clothes.Not giving him the chance to think, Laura swiftly produced a pair of heavy-duty cuffs from her holdall, and secured a now openly stunned Sam’s wrists behind his back. Her fingers danced briefly over the small Celtic cross tattoo on his right arm; grinning slyly at him, a plaything to her whims, his dick revealing how turned on he was, while his face showed nothing but lustful confusion.Attired in a simple but stunning blue dress, done up at the front with nine small white buttons, Laura could feel her generous breasts pushing up inside the material, putting undue pressure on the top two fastenings.Sam hovered apprehensively as the manageress began to rummage in her bag again. He thought back to the small business card she’d got the barman to pass on to him the night before. He’d assumed it was just one of those silly cards you could have made up in motorway service stations. Now the words, Laura Peters; Mistress of the Fifth Floor; All needs catered for ... had a darker meaning. Sam’s eyes followed her hidden hand, his lips parting in surprise as she pulled out another set of cuffs, this time with about 30 cms of linked chain connecting them. Wordlessly, she locked them around his unresisting ankles, impressed at his ability to remain silent while she made him look like an American criminal ready to shuffle dejectedly to gaol.As Laura walked around her prisoner, she observed the thick swaying cock that just yearned to be touched, to be enveloped between her thick red lips. Snapping her eyes back to Sam’s face, she smiled; he was like a captured hawk, hovering edgily to see what would happen next. The hunter had become the hunted.‘You have a hell of a hard-on there, Mr Wheeler.’ Mrs Peters spoke levelly, as if she was doing no more than commenting on the state of the weather, ‘It’ll have to be maintained carefully or you’ll spurt your load before I’m ready. OK?’It was a question, of sorts, but Sam knew it wasn’t a question that she would accept a negative response to, so he agreed. He shivered as Laura produced a black cock case. Her fingers trailed lazily around his testicles before encasing his length within the leather harness.When he was finally restrained to her liking, Laura stood directly in front of him, her gaze piercing. ‘Do you see these buttons, Sam?’ She ran a manicured finger down her dress, and he nodded fervently. ‘I will undo one each time I decide you deserve it. Yes?’‘Yes.’ He nodded again, without really understanding what he was agreeing to, inwardly wincing at his uncharacteristically pitiable urge to do everything she asked.‘First though, I think we need a little more room to manoeuvre. Twisting the key back into position so that the lift was once again operational Laura scooped up Sam’s clothes and stuffed them into her bag. Then, taking the chain that linked his handcuffs, she dragged him towards the opening doors...
Both confused and fascinated by Mrs Laura Peters, Sam finds himself obsessed by her- by the idea of her- her calm exterior- and by her unwavering self control. But is Sam dissatisfied enough with this work as an artist and graphic designer to embrace a new life on the Fables Hotel’s fifth floor? Samuel Wheeler has A LOT of thinking to do...
Kay xx



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Bio-
Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETOKay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.Kay Jaybee has over 200 erotica publications including, The Fifth Floor - Book 1 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (KJ Press, 2017) , The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type(1001 NightsPress, 2013).The Retreat (Book 2 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy), Knowing Her Place (Book 3 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy), and The New Room (a novella length addition to the Fables Hotel story) will be re-released in 2018.
Details of all Kay’s short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk  You can follow Kay on -Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee Facebook -http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/35... Babes- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.htmlKay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk  and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk

Read a FREE sample from CASTAWAYS

CASTAWAYS is the first book in my popular nw series. Click PREVIEW to sample the first few chapters and meet Olivia the sassy heroine who lucks out when it comes to meeting hot guys and claiming them as her own.

#MWTease RUNAWAYS #reverseharem #whychoose NEW RELEASE

Welcome to Mid Week Tease, here's a few from RUNAWAYS, the lastest novel in my series THE CHALLENGE.

Her dreams were gentle, and her sleep heavy. When she woke the Californian sun was filtering through the curtains and she was still in the same position.Raul murmured something in Spanish, and she stroked his bare chest, the duvet having slipped to their waists.When he murmured again and his hips twitched, she became aware of movement beneath the cover.She raised her head and looked at his face. Expecting to see him awake. But he wasn’t. His eyes were closed, his long dark lashes almost resting on his cheeks, and his lips slightly parted. He moved his head to the right and mumbled something she didn’t catch.She drew her attention downward. A knot of excitement caught in her belly. He was hard. Not only that, he was touching himself, masturbating in his sleep. It was the only explanation for the shifting bedding.Setting her attention on his face again, she slid her hand downward, skimming over his flat belly, then over the hair that ran from his navel to his groin.He didn’t wake.


THE CHALLENGE is a reverse harem series (one lucky girl with lots of hot guys!) and best read in order, CASTAWAYS, TEARAWAYS, RUNAWAYS, and coming soon, STOWAWAYS.

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Cover Reveal - STOWAWAYS

Check out the hot new cover for the 4th book in my super sexy reverse harem series, THE CHALLENGE. Due for release early 2018.

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Special Guest - JL Peridot

Adria Yuan — a dossier
Lily, thank you so much for having me on your blog.
The day before her eleventh birthday, she jumped an alleyway fence with the kids from the neighbouring complex. Every Sunday, they’d steal candy from the corner store and leg it before the owner let the dogs out.
The owner was someone’s grandfather. The game was his idea. Better than having you kids steal for real and end up in the system, he said. Or worse — off-world.
This was the first Sunday she landed clean on her feet and kept on running. No stumbling, no skinned knees, no grit in her palms. Just feet and speed. This skill saved her life after the gang wars broke out.
Adria Yuan is the heroine of my new novel, Chasing Sisyphus. She’s come a long way since those days in the alley. Now she’s a bounty hunter, listed among Basilica City PD’s most wanted. She’s agile, a fast learner, and an efficient killer. She doesn’t love the job, but it pays the bills.
If she had it her way, she’d put this life behind her altogether — leave the planet and start fresh somewhere. But with Basilica City boasting the best medical care in the galaxy, and her brother in failing health, it looks like she’ll be sticking around a while longer.
Chasing Sisyphus excerpt:
Adria hadn’t counted on the tripwire. This kid knew someone would follow him home one day. He’d strung a line of empty soup cans across the apartment hallway. When she kicked that out, a hefty serving of iced water came down squarely on her head. Gooseflesh prickled her neck and shoulders. The muscles in her jaw seized in the cold. Against the shock, she scrambled to her feet, fired up to catch the stomping and crashing in the other room before it got away.
A figure ran past the doorway.
“Stop!” she yelled.
It rounded the corner. Adria gave chase.
She scanned the room. It was dim at best, thanks to the streetlights from outside, but she saw enough. Computer equipment and various peripherals lay strewn across the floor, some still plugged into a transportable battery in the corner, emitting tiny lights and numbers.
A window slammed shut. The glass shattered. Shards crunched and ground beneath Adria’s boots as she hurried in pursuit of her fleeing target.
When she stepped out onto the fire escape, two hands rammed her into the ladder. The whole balcony shuddered from the collision. Pain flared down her shoulder, but she kept her grip on the gun. She held it up with her good arm and fired.
Two shots.
Missed.
She stumbled backward, clutching her burning shoulder, but the railing crumbled under her weight. Adria grabbed what was left of it with both hands as her footing slipped away.
It looked like a four-storey drop. Maybe five if she’d miscounted. Her legs dangled over thin air while from below came the clatter of broken pieces of railing, along with her gun, as they hit the concrete.
Overhead, her target stomped away on the rungs and disappeared onto the roof.
Adria’s shoulder raged. She tried to pull herself up, but couldn’t take the weight with just one good arm. Her feet kicked out, searching for a foothold, but the grill beneath had long withered away to slivers of rust and sharp edges.
Water and sweat dripped into her eyes. She swiped them helplessly on her sleeves and winced as rough seams grazed the skin. The railing creaked in her clammy grip. She could always let go. If she timed her landing right, maybe she’d get away with a broken ankle and a tetanus shot. Surely it only looked like a long way down.
Then she heard a gunshot from inside the apartment.
Back Cover Information
Bounty hunter Adria Yuan is hot on the trail of her final hit: a notorious hacker wanted by the city’s elite. With the reward, she can pay for her brother’s surgery and finally get out of Basilica City. Trouble is, her line of work’s not exactly legal, and she’s barely staying ahead of the cops who want her target, too.
Detective Rhys Carver may be a little unorthodox, but he’s a good cop. Born and bred in Basilica, he does his part to keep his city clean. As clean as it gets, at least. And with Adria suddenly in his sights, it’s going to take more than falling in love for him to let her go.
As the pair close in on their mark, they are unwittingly drawn into a high profile conspiracy that could thrust the whole of Basilica into chaos. Can Adria and Rhys set aside their differences, and their desires, to save the only home they know?




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About JL Peridot
JL Peridot was told she stops being a girl the second she puts on a uniform and steps into the dojo. This was the most empowering thing anyone’s ever said to her. She writes erotic romance, and sometimes just erotica from her home in Perth, Western Australia.
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Special Guest - Amara Lebel

Taming the Alpha (Balls & Chains Series #2)By Amara Lebel
Title: Taming the AlphaSeries: Balls & Chains #2Genre:  M/M Paranormal BDSM RomanceWords: 53,300 (114 pages)Red-Hot Romance

Story blurb:
Past sins have forced Cadeon Rosseau into isolation, his pack turning against him and casting him out. Self-hatred and mutilation made him the male he is today. An alpha in his own right, he prowls the rooms at Balls & Chains in search of the one who will either save him from himself or break him completely. Jaded and alone, he finds it difficult to pull away from the self-made hell which has become his life, until a new submissive garners his attention…Curiosity and a need for adventure lured Blake Copeland to the doors of the famous gay BDSM club. He craved distraction from his monotonous life and had been assured that he would find it there. Little did he know exactly how true that statement would be. Not only did Blake find what he was looking for, but he also left with a slightly unhinged mate in tow…Will these two lone wolves find the strength to battle the obstacles in their path and build a future?
Excerpt from ‘Taming the Alpha’:
     “I can live with that. The fact that you’ll try for me, is enough.”     Cade’s chest ached at Blake’s words and the emotion in his pale eyes. If he weren’t careful, this male would be his undoing. It didn’t change the fact that he wanted him, though, and always would. He ached for him. “Blake, I need you.”     “Yes, Mon Liege.” Moving back, Blake remained on his knees, casting his eyes downward as he moved into position. “I am yours to do with as you please.”     “Such words, yet you have no idea what you’re asking for.” Cade stood, moving around his male as his body reacted to Blake’s willing submission. “You’d be nothing but a plaything to me. I would use your body, taking everything from you, and I wouldn’t go easy. I’d push you beyond your limits, force you to do things you normally wouldn’t. And then, when I’d exhausted your body and mind, I’d fuck you until you felt, nor knew, nothing but me. Think you can handle that, loup?”     Blake groaned, squirming where he knelt on the bathroom floor. “Yes, Mon Liege.”     Cade had to bite back the groan threatening to escape him. His male was something else, and he wanted him more than he had anyone else before him. “Bien, go to the playroom and get into position. You know the rules. I’ll be there soon.” Without uttering another word, Cade turned and left the room before he gave into his needs and took Blake on the bathroom floor like the animal he was.     A few minutes later, he was standing by the open door, staring down at his new plaything where he was kneeling on the floor, naked and in position. He was so fucking beautiful, and an eager and obedient submissive. It pleased Cade greatly. He wanted to reach out and touch Blake, to praise him, but now was not the time. He was his Dominant right now, not his mate. So instead, he moved to stand by his head which was currently pressed against the hardwood floor. “You know the rules. Repeat them, word for word, otherwise, we stop here and now.”     “I am unworthy of you, Mon Liege. I shall not look at you, nor will I touch you. I speak only when you give me permission to do so. I shall always refer to you as Mon Liege. And if I disobey, I will be punished.”     Cade smirked, he was so proud of his mate, but he wasn’t about to tell him that. Not yet. Without saying a word, he walked past Blake to retrieve two pairs of cuffs from the cabinet. One leather, and the other steel. “Stand.” As Blake moved to do as he was told, Cade made his way back to his plaything’s side. “Bend over and grasp your ankles.” Cade stood at his back, watching appreciatively as he bent over. His ass was bared and open to him. Temptation.
©Amara Lebel. Luminosity Publishing. 2017.



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Author Bio:
"I am not Perverted. I am a Depraved Sensualist. There is a difference!"
I am an Erotic Romance and ManLove author. A huge fan of all things male; I watch, read and drool over everything to do with them. Yes, I am a little perverted, yet in a good way. I have a vast Yaoi collection, and spend my time fantasizing about steamy scenes of male love, sensual encounters, and so much more. With a little encouragement I eventually put pen to paper and wrote my first ever MM romance which was published in Sept 2014. Now I take great pride in sharing my erotic stories of forbidden lust and enchanted romance with all of you, my fellow depraved sensualists.A true Irish lass born and raised I come from a small town in Northern Ireland called Derry, where I now live with my handsome (French) hubby and gorgeous family. I'm a full-time mum of three, and believe me when I say they keep me busy. I spend my days chasing after my lil darlings, my nights lost in Yaoi, and thanks to my amazing husband I spend my weekends writing up a storm.
Email: amaralebel@gmail.com   Author Site: https://www.amaralebel.com/ Blog: http://amaralebel.blogspot.co.uk/     Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/amaralebelauthor/  

Series blurb for ‘Balls & Chains’
Welcome to Balls & Chains, a BDSM Club for gay men. Where humans walk, shifters are wary of treading in fear of their secret nature being found out. But cross the threshold, and they go into a world where alphas dominate and betas submit. In such a place, two worlds collide.
Balls & Chains is an open series – anyone can submit at any time. MM or MMM+ male-ménage only. Word count 10-80k. It must have at least one shifter as the main character (Dominant shifters only!) and at least 50% of the story must be set in the club called 
Balls & Chains.  For further details, please contact series editor, Jennifer Denys (Jennifer.Denys@yahoo.com) or read the publisher’s website http://luminositypublishing.com/submission-calls/
Book one in the series is ‘ToClaim a Mate’ by Jennifer Denys available at various outlets.