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March 11, 2014
March 1, 2014
The Dollhouse Society Omnibus Collection Volume I back on sale for $0.99!
Won’t you be our Valentine…one more time?
We’re bringing back our Valentine Sale just because we love you all so much! For a time, you can download The Dollhouse Society Omnibus Collection Volume I for only $0.99!
The most powerful men and women in New York are harboring the most seductive and soul-shattering of secrets! Rediscover the men and women of the Dollhouse Society, or meet them for the first time in one collection.
The Dollhouse Society Omnibus Collection Volume I includes 3 BDSM novels in the sexy, contemporary Dollhouse Society Series by authors Eden Myles and Jay Ellison.
Includes:
The Rules of Conduct Inside the Dollhouse
The Dollhouse Society: Evelyn
The Dollhouse Society: Rachaela
The Dollhouse Society: Daniel
Previews & Excerpts
February 18, 2014
Cry Wolf (The Wolves of Wall Street) by Jay Ellison
Today we have something new to make you loyal readers howl! We’re unveiling our brand new erotic werewolf series, The Wolves of Wall Street with Cry Wolf, by the talented MM author Jay Ellison.
Title: Cry Wolf
Author: Jay Ellison
Series: The Wolves of Wall Street
About:
Call of the Wild…
Kevin Sullivan has never minded being a werewolf. He has a great job, a little sister who adores him, and plenty of good friends. But an erotic encounter with Roman Le Feuvre, the sexy, mysterious Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, leaves Kevin feeling lost, lonely and desperate for companionship for the first time in his life. Roman is shrewd as both master of Wall Street and king of the New York werewolves, but he harbors a dark secret that’s about to turn Kevin’s world upside down. Kevin wants nothing more than to find his place in Roman’s pack–and in his heart!–but dark forces may leave him crying wolf.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
The hot, longhaired man at the end of the bar was watching him again.
Kevin Sullivan finished mixing the dirty martini for the middle-aged out-of-towner in the blue business suit and slid it down to him on a paper napkin before making his way down the bar to the stud with the long hair. Kevin smiled because that was the way he did things in his job as barkeep at the Barracuda, one of the more popular gay clubs in downtown Brooklyn, but it was a guarded smile, as always.
The man watching him was tall and slender, a sleek body in a tailored black suit. He had chiseled, vaguely Euro-fine features, and long, straight black hair to his waist that he kept back in a tight ponytail. His snug Brioni tux made Kevin think of a younger version of James Bond. It was pretty obvious that he was moneyed and from out of town like so many of the men who frequented the club.
He certainly was a tall, cool drink of water, Kevin thought. And he smelled sweet and slightly wild. But Kevin told himself he wasn’t in the market to pick up anyone tonight. Not tonight of all nights. It was the first warm night of the year, and the moon was gravid and clear. It was his night to run. “What can I get you?” he said, wiping his hands on the bar mop he kept tucked in the waistband of his dark uniform trousers. “Martini? Shaken, not stirred?”
The man looked momentarily confused, then smiled, showing strong white teeth and incisors that were a hair too long. My, Grandma, what big teeth you have. “Manhattan.”
“I haven’t had an order for one of those in a dog’s age.”
The man smirked in a playful, sexy and perhaps slightly dangerous way. “I’m a bit old fashioned, I’m afraid.” He spoke in a soft, lilting British voice. “What does the young crowd drink these days?”
“Julius Orange, the Latte, Odyssey Number Ten. I can make you anything you want.”
“What if what I want isn’t on the menu?”
Is he flirting with me? Kevin wondered. “Try me.”
The man with the ponytail gave him a sly look. “I might just do that, young man. But for now a Manhattan will do.”
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February 13, 2014
Valentine’s Day Sale
Won’t you be our Valentine?
We have a special treat for you loyal readers. For a limited time, you can download The Dollhouse Society Omnibus Collection Volume I for only $0.99!
The most powerful men and women in New York are harboring the most seductive and soul-shattering of secrets! Rediscover the men and women of the Dollhouse Society, or meet them for the first time in one collection.
The Dollhouse Society Omnibus Collection Volume I includes 3 BDSM novels in the sexy, contemporary Dollhouse Society Series by authors Eden Myles and Jay Ellison.
Includes:
The Rules of Conduct Inside the Dollhouse
The Dollhouse Society: Evelyn
The Dollhouse Society: Rachaela
The Dollhouse Society: Daniel
Previews & Excerpts
December 30, 2013
The Dollhouse Society: Stefan by Jay Ellison
Warm up your cold winter nights with some super hot man love, BDSM, menage erotica! Author Jay Ellison brings up a sizzling new tale!
Title: The Dollhouse Society: Stefan
Author: Jay Ellison
Series: The Dollhouse Society
Discover the secret behind the mysterious Dollhouse Society, an exclusive collection of powerful men and the modern-day courtesans and courtiers who service them…
Stefan Janovich figures the “body auction” at the Dollhouse Society is a perfect way to meet a hot, single, sexually ravenous billionaire. The auction is supposed to be all fun and games, nothing to be taken seriously, and Stefan has no interest in anything past a steamy roll in the sheets of a hot guy. But when he becomes the courtier to the sexy, mysterious, and very demanding British billionaire Anton Griffiths, he starts to worry. Griffiths plays hard, he gets what he wants, and he plays for keeps.
Excerpt:
Isabelle put her Xbox controller down and said, “I love you, Stefan, but you’re a tard!”
Since we were both in the middle of a controlled, piggyback jump in Call of Duty, I figured we were both doomed and just put mine down as well. “That’s not politically correct, Izzy Pop,” I pointed out.
She scrunched up her face in that way she had when she was good and pissed. “I don’t care. It’s true. I mean, a body auction? Really?”
I waited until we both made a loud splat in the silence of my dorm room, then shrugged. “Hey, your people in the Society set it up. I just figured I’d help them out, you know?”
“They’re not ‘my people,’ I just know some of them.”
Iz and I had grown up together. We were more like siblings than best friends, and I loved to go on double dates with her. That’s how I’d met her circle of friends in the Society.
She narrowed her eyes. “Did Damian talk you into this?”
Damian Michaels was Izzy’s gentleman. Well, one of two of them. He had a twin brother, and both were hot as hell itself, but they were strictly off the menu, as far as I was concerned. For one thing, they belonged to Izzy, and as a rule of thumb, we never did each other’s guys. For another, they were straight as fucking arrows, which was a hell of a bummer.
I made my face innocent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She sighed and stood up, reaching for her jacket. “Wait till I get home. I think I need to have a long talk with those two about forcing my best friend to auction himself!”
“Izzy!” I threw my controller aside and sprang to my feet, managing to maneuver between her and the door of my dorm. I raised my hands to ward her back. “They did not force me to do anything. If you want to blame anyone, blame Devon. He suggested that I might be interested in the Dollhouse auction, and I was.” She didn’t look convinced, so I added, “Look, it’s for a good cause, okay? The money’s going to The Good Samaritan Foundation.”
Izzy Pop still looked bemused, so I added, “It helps kids like me—those who need surgery for accidents or birth defects. It’s a real organization, promise! Dorian’s on the board, so ask him if you don’t believe me!”
She rolled her eyes. “What is it with those two and their charities?”
I crossed my arms with irritation. “The Michaels brothers are great guys. The American Cancer Society, Good Samaritan…how many billionaires do you know give that much of a shit about the rest of us? You should be proud of them.” I didn’t want to have to play my trump card, but she continued to look dubious. “Dorian fixed my face, remember. Made me the gorgeous stud I am today. I kind of owe it to them.”
That made Iz roll her eyes. “Isn’t that the point of charity? You don’t expect to be paid back?”
“Maybe. But you know how bad things were for me.”
When I was in my late teens, my mom and I were hit head-on by a bus while driving on the highway. My mom wasn’t seriously injured, but the impact broke almost every bone in my face. Dr. Dorian Michaels had put me back together pro bono. I really did owe them something. Besides, the idea of being auctioned off to a hot, single, sexually ravenous billionaire? I mean, could I really go wrong?
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December 20, 2013
In the Hot Seat: Maddie Taylor’s Marshal’s Law
Please welcome the sweet and talented Maddie Taylor to the Hot Seat. Maddie writes an array of romance, but this offering is a hot western we at CP know you’ll giddee-up to enjoy!
Blurb for Marshal’s Law:
When Janelle Prescott is thrown from her car as it careens off of an icy road, she expects to wake up in a hospital. Instead, to her utter disbelief, she wakes up in a jail cell which looks like something from an old western movie set. It is there, hurt and alone, with no idea what happened or how she will get back home, that Janelle first meets Aaron Jackson. As she regains her wits, however, Janelle realizes that something is terribly amiss, and her worst fears are confirmed when she learns that Aaron is the marshal of Cheyenne County, Wyoming… and the year is 1878.
When an injured, apparently addle-headed woman falls into his lap, Aaron takes it upon himself to keep her safe and nurse her back to health. Truth be told, he is instantly attracted to her despite her sharp tongue and her bizarre story—a story which he is quickly forced by the evidence to accept as genuine. After Aaron takes her under his
wing and into his family’s home, the two clash frequently, but Aaron is more than ready to lay down the law… even if that means a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking for this feisty brat from another era. Having little choice, Janelle must learn how to live as a woman in 1878, including submitting to the firm-handed marshal who, in spite of
everything, seems to have laid claim to her heart.
Publisher’s Note: Marshal’s Law is an erotic romance novel that contains graphic sexual scenes and spankings, including domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Excerpt:
Heavy steps thudded against the wooden floor as they moved. A slamming door and a waft of warm air hitting her face told her he’d carried her outside. Flinching against the bright sunshine, Janelle put a hand up to shield her eyes, squinting as she tried to open them and focus on the man who carried her. All she saw was a broad chest covered with a rough, textured leather vest with a gold star pinned to it that read “Marshal”. Raising her eyes, she couldn’t make out his face, shaded as it was by a wide-brimmed hat.
“I’m sick.”
“I know. Doc’s office is just right up the street.” She felt his eyes on her face and grimaced. She knew she must be a mess, and she could smell the mixture of blood, sweat, and vomit that clung to her. In too much pain to care, she lay limply in his arms. “I can’t believe he put you in that filthy cell as sick as you are.”
She flinched as his voice boomed above her.
“Doc!”
Why was he yelling in her ear?
“Doc, hold up. I’ve got a young gal who needs seeing to.”
“I was just about to head on home, Marshal. You almost missed me. Bring her right in and set her on the examination table.”
“No, I’m fine.” Her feeble attempt at a protest came out in a whispered, husky voice. “Please, I just need to lie still for a bit. Then I can call my parents to pick me up.”
Janelle’s protests were ignored, however, as she was jostled and placed on a hard surface. The room had a strong pungent odor, like nail polish remover. Not the strong, sterile, antiseptic smell of a usual doctor’s office. Looking around, she was shocked at her surroundings. Rough wood plank cabinets and floors, an old, wooden cane-backed wheelchair, and was that a hand pump at the sink? It looked like something she had seen in an Old West museum in an amusement park once. She tried to sit up, wondering what in the world was going on.
“Lay back now, miss. You’ve got a nasty cut on your forehead” the doctor stated the obvious before looking up at the marshal. “She’s going to need stitches, Aaron.”
“Technically, she’s my prisoner, so I’ll cover the expense.”
“That wasn’t my worry. This is likely to hurt, and I’m out of chloroform. I’ll have to use the ether.”
Ether? Chloroform? Dear God, had she heard him correctly? Was she dreaming, or trapped in some sort of old west delusion? It seemed very real to her, and she couldn’t just lie there meekly and do nothing.
“Are you freaking nuts? You can’t use ether! At the very least, you’ll blow us all to kingdom come with that shit. Not to mention, I’ll probably never wake up from it.” Her vision was finally starting to clear a bit, and she looked up into the face of a startled white-haired gentleman who she assumed was ‘Doc’. “Don’t you have some butterfly bandages or steri-strips? Just clean it up with some Betadine. Who the hell uses ether for a gash on the head, for crying out loud?”
“Marshal, I barely understand a word coming out of this poor child’s mouth. Except for the cuss words, that is. She must have taken quite a blow; she’s addled.”
“I am not addled, sir. I am a registered nurse and know what I’m saying. Give me a mirror, and I’ll do it myself.”
“But—”
“Give me a minute with her, will you, Doc?” The familiar deep voice captured Janelle’s attention, and she turned her head toward its source. Her jaw gaped in amazement, because looming over her, not an inch away, was the spitting image of Joe Manganiello, her favorite werewolf from her favorite show—True Blood. His dark hair and soulful brown eyes, along with the scruff of a dark beard, were the same as werewolf Joe’s from her sexy dreams. Only this man was taller, hotter, and a lot more muscular. He also appeared to be a heck of a lot angrier.
The doctor nodded, tucking a soft wad of linen into her hand. He quickly gave her instructions to hold pressure against the wound to slow the bleeding and then quietly left the room.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Joe’s lookalike walked closer to the table and stared down at her. “Let’s get some things straight, right now. You will do exactly what the doctor says; you will do it politely and will thank him when he is done. And if I hear another foul or disrespectful word out of your mouth, I will turn you over my knee and paddle your little butt until you can’t sit for a week. Is that understood?”
Buy link:
Amazon.com: Marshal's Law eBook: Maddie Taylor: Kindle Store
December 13, 2013
Smutty Santa is here to bring you gifts!
From now until Christmas, we here at Courtesan Press will be playing Smutty Santa and bringing you cool, random gifts.
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Happy Holidays!
December 12, 2013
The Dollhouse Society: Bad Girls Volume II by Eden Myles
We’re bringing you another super collection of elegant smut. Enjoy!
Title: The Dollhouse Society: Bad Girls Volume II
Author: Eden Myles
Series: The Dollhouse Society
Secretive. Seductive.
Discover the secret behind the mysterious Dollhouse Society, an exclusive collection of powerful men and women and the modern-day courtesans and courtiers who service them…
The Dollhouse Society: Bad Girls Volume II includes two novels in the Dollhouse Society Series by author Eden Myles. This collection includes:
The Rules of Conduct Inside the Dollhouse
Isabelle by Eden Myles
Charlotte by Eden Myles
Previews & Excerpts
The Dollhouse Society: Isabelle (BDSM Menage Erotica)
Isabelle Starling is in desperate need of a new job. Her grandmother is ill and her student loans are piling up fast. Her best friend Stefan lands her an interview for a housekeeping position for the Michaels brothers, billionaire twins with an indelible taste in women and erotic foreplay. Isabelle is only there to sweep their floors and dust their furniture, but it isn’t long before the sexiest and most eligible twin bachelors in New York City have swept her heart up…right into their arms.
The Dollhouse Society: Charlotte (BDSM Law Enforcement Erotica)
Charlotte Hu lives to serve and to protect. As one of New York’s Finest, she’s utterly dedicated to putting the bad guys away. But when sexy gangster–and former boyfriend–Lachlan Swann becomes the focus of her newest investigation, Charlotte has to figure out how to balance her job against the raging attraction she still feels for the ultimate bad boy.
Available from:
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All I Want for Christmas by Jay Ellison gets a new look!
We’re celebrating the holidays with a new look to an old favorite!
Title: All I Want for Christmas: A Dollhouse Society Holiday Short
Author: Jay Ellison
Series: The Dollhouse Society
Secretive. Seductive.
Discover the secret behind the mysterious Dollhouse Society, an exclusive collection of powerful men and women and the modern-day courtesans and courtiers who service them…
Sometimes two people are simply meant to be together. At least, that’s what Devon believes, which is why he intends to ask Malcolm to marry him on Christmas Day. But Devon also knows that fate can be fickle at time, and Malcolm has his own secrets.
Excerpt:
He slid his hand over Malcolm’s arm and guided him to one of the private dressing rooms. He checked first to make certain it was empty, then ushered Malcolm inside the cramped, crowded little room full of dressing tables and racks of couture. The room smelled musty and sweet like too much perfume and body oil.
Malcolm didn’t care. The moment they were inside, he slid his big hand around the back of Devon’s head and dragged him forward so their mouths could cling in a soul-searing kiss. Neither of them spoke, and neither of them needed to.
Everything inside Malcolm surged at the taste of Devon’s mouth, that sweet clove taste. His desire. His love. And under that, a subdued ferocity he could only identify as jealousy. He was jealous of every man Devon had ever kissed, every man who had ever fucked him, either in the name of love or money. He wanted to erase those encounters, the years and the pain. He wanted to be Devon’s first. Devon’s only.
Like their first time, he could just barely control himself. He pushed Devon back against a dressing table, held him down, and fumbled with both their trousers. There were strange buckles and ties on Devon’s jeans, and Malcolm ripped mercilessly at the fabric.
“Easy, gov. Those are couture,” Devon complained. “They cost a thousand dollars.”
“I don’t care,” Malcolm growled. He reached through a placket in Devon’s thousand-dollar couture jeans and took Devon’s fat, eager cock in his hands. Devon swore violently and threw his head back against the dressing table mirror when Malcolm closed his powerful fingers around the girth of him and began to stroke, to tug, to work him. He moaned when Malcolm traced the shell of his ear with his tongue before gently but fiercely biting the lobe.
“Jesus, you are so fucking beautiful,” Malcolm told him breathlessly. “You’re all I want. You can’t be real.”
Devon guffawed. “You don’t even know me, gov.”
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