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February 27, 2014
Turning the Tables in Held for Ransom by Renee Rose
Today I’m welcoming the enticing Renee Rose to my blog to talk about her latest release “Held for Ransom.”
Normandie, thank you so much for having me on your blog today to talk about Held for Ransom, a spanking romance set in pre-Arthurian England. I love the old abduction/seduction scenario, although in this one, the seduction is not complete before Ariana, the Avalon priestess kidnapped by a rogue knight escapes. Naturally, it feels like unfinished business to both of them, and they’re forced to work through it after Crow is brought to justice and forced to serve as her slave at Avalon.
Even as her slave, he cannot help himself from punishing her when she endangers herself. Here’s what happens afterward:
ExcerptShe looked over her shoulder. “Do not snicker. I have not forgiven you yet. I never forgave you the first and second thrashings you gave me.”
Moving his hands down, he brought one thumb to her sex, stroking an unhurried path over her pink lips, drawing out a fresh secretion of nectar. “I know it, Ariana,” he said, sensing the crux of their dilemma. “I forced a familiarity between us and it cannot be undone.” He slid his thumb into the entrance of her sex, taking care not to go too far. She bucked against him and he removed his thumb. “Aye, your maidenhead is to be saved.” He gathered a bit of saliva and spat it on his thumb, tucking it between her cheeks in search of her back hole.
Her head jerked up in surprise, but she stilled rather than fought him. “What are you doing?”
“Pleasuring you a different way.” He waited until the spasm of her little pucker relaxed, and pressed his thumb past the ring.
She gasped, lifting herself to her elbows, but holding her hips quiet. “I did not ask you to pleasure me.” Her voice sounded hoarse.
“Nay. It is part of your punishment,” he said, pressing his thumb deep inside her as his other thumb circled the sensitive peak at the top of the entrance to her sex.
She gasped, her fingers fisting in the wool of his cloak beneath her. He moved his thumb within her, slowly at first, noting the increase in fluid from her sex, the wanton cries issuing from her raspberry lips. She ground her hips over his lower hand and he increased the tempo of his thrusts into her back hole until she began to cry out, “No! Yes! Wait…go on!” Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth opened wide. She slid her own hand between her legs, thrusting his thumb out of way to cup her own mons.
His cock strained painfully against his hose as watched the most beautiful woman in all the realm find her peak and follow it down the other side. He eased his thumb out and studied her, wanting to remember just the way she looked with her sex and arse spread to him, hips lifted on his lap, cheeks welted from his belt, and face streaked with the flush of passion. He reached forward and plucked the string that tied her braid, unwinding her coppery hair and fanning it out, the silky strands slipping through his fingers as it fell in waves across her back.
“I know it pains you, the intimacy I forced. Necessity spawned my actions, not disrespect.”
“Is this respectful, Crow?” she asked, though he heard no ire in her tone, still languid from her climax.
“No,” he murmured. “But if I am to have my throat slit when we return, I might as make it worth my while.”
“You mock my authority. Just because I spared your life once–nay, twice–does not mean I shall do it again.”
“You are wrong. My life has been forfeit since the day I first captured you. I know I live by your mercy and also by your curse.”
“I have not cursed you,” she said, twisting to look over her shoulder at him.
“Aye, my lady, you have,” he said, lifting a lock of hair from her face. “Because I am bound here by you, and tortured every time I am near you.”
Held for Ransom
When Sir Gorran’s people disappear after a raid on a Saxon settlement, he kidnaps Princess Ariana, a priestess of Avalon, and demands their return. Though he knew he risked Ariana’s curse as well as a lifetime hiding from the king’s sword, he does not realize his greatest risk in holding the lovely princess for ransom is to his heart.
The intimacy shared with her kidnapper leaves Ariana wounded by the experience and his reappearance at the annual tournament only deepens her pain. When her brother foists him on her as a guardian and slave she must come to terms with her feelings for the dominant warrior. Will she send him away to his death, or will she realize her pain is only caused by living without him?
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February 25, 2014
Inaugural Dungeon Crawl with the Buccaneer
Welcome to the first Dungeon Crawl – a weekly BDSM blog hop where authors share their kinky stories. On this hop you’ll find everything from domestic discipline to hardcore dark erotica. Today I’m sharing a non-consensual scene featuring the characters from my upcoming BDSM Historical novella “Rescued by the Buccaneer.” That’s right, a pirate story, the first in a trilogy.
Our heroine, Frederica was sailing to America when pirates attacked her ship and she was captured by the evil Captain Humphrey who made her his slave. In this scene she has just been spanked by the Captain, but he’s not finished with her yet…
Excerpt
“I knew ye were a little whore, I did.” he said, removing his fingers and setting her upright. “Take off your clothes.”
“I beg your pardon,” she asked, disoriented by the surreal situation.
“You heard me!” he howled.
Frightened, Frederica began to unfasten her dress. She stood in her undergarments staring at him as he retrieved a leather strap hanging on the wall.
“All of ‘em.” He smacked the strap on the edge of the bed, causing her to shriek with fear.
Hurriedly, she slipped off her petticoats and stood, naked and shaking in the middle of the floor.
“Lie down on the bed and hold still,” he said in a menacing tone.
Frederica lay on her back, certain he would rape her. She screwed her eyes shut tightly, preparing for the worst.
Whoosh! She heard the strap before she felt it then the hard leather stuck her breasts. He flicked the torture implement over her torso with an expertise that told her he’d done this before, and the gleeful little sounds coming out of his mouth told her he enjoyed it.
He stopped once to grope her breasts; rough, awkward hands fondling them, flicking her nipples until they grew hard. Then he pinched the little nubs and pulled them away from her body, stretching them until she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. To her dismay she felt her pussy growing wet, and she wondered how her body could possibly respond to such a vile man.
“Open yer legs,” he commanded.
Too scared to disobey, she inched them apart.
“That won’t do, wench.” He forced her legs apart wide and brought down the strap on her swollen pussy lips.
“Ahhhhh!” Her body rose up in the bed and she screamed with all the air in her lungs.
“Ye can yell all ye like, there’s no one to save ye,” he chortled and she felt as if the devil himself had taken hold of her.
Look for the release of “Rescued by the Buccaneer” within the next week! Follow me on social media or subscribe to my newsletter to be alerted of the release when it happens.
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February 21, 2014
Rescued by the Buccaneer – More Spanking with the Evil Captain #SatSpanks
Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today I’m sharing another snippet from my upcoming BDSM historical erotic romance “Rescued by the Buccaneer”. In this scene Frederica, a young Englishwoman is being chastised by the evil Pirate Captain Humphrey who has taken her prisoner and made her his slave aboard the Neptune’s Damnation. If you missed it you can read the beginning of the scene here (last week’s #SatSpanks post).
Excerpt
“Eeeh! What are you doing? Let me go!” She tried to wiggle free, but she was restrained by his big burly arms.
“Kindly shut yur yap or ye’ll be getting the worst of it.”
Humiliation coursed through her, and the cold air on her bottom reminded her that her bare ass was exposed to this man she barely knew.
A rough, calloused hand scraped across the tender flesh of her bottom, followed by a hard slap to her rear. The pain almost made her forget the humiliation. Almost.
She whimpered.
“I’ll have ye take yer punishment quietly or ye will earn double the strokes.”
I don’t have a release date yet, but Rescued by the Buccaneer has been sent to the copy editor. Hopefully by next week I will have a cover or even a buy link!
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February 20, 2014
Resistance is Futile – BDSM Finds its Way into Lisabet Sarai’s Books
It’s great to be back here at Normandie’s place. I always like to customize my blog posts for the venues in which they appear. As I survey Normandie’s book list, it’s obvious where her interests lie…!
I’m only too happy to oblige. ;^) A love of dominance and submission is one of the many things she and I share.
Indeed, I recently realized that BDSM themes and power dynamics have a way of creeping into my books even when that’s not my original intent. I deliberately experiment with different themes and genres in my writing (the kiss of death if you want to build a brand, but that’s another blog post entirely). In my quest for diversity, every so often I do come up with a vanilla story to tell. Frequently, though, those stories don’t stay vanilla. No matter how hard I fight the temptation, I find myself slipping in just a bit of bondage, or a casual spank on the bum, or one of those breath stealing moments when the hero gives the heroine an order and she knows she has to obey, no matter how scared or embarrassed she might be.
My most recent release, Rough Weather, is a case in point. This began as a pure M/F paranormal tale, passionate but without the slightest a hint of of the perverse.
My heroine Ondine has always felt at home in the sea. Orphaned at birth and raised by her grandmother on the island of Martha’s Vineyard, she has never really questioned her extraordinary affinity for the watery world. Then she encounters an attractive but arrogant engineer on her private beach and discovers how one touch from him can overwhelm her with incomprehensible, irresistible, terrifying lust.
Ebony-skinned Marut is lord of the air, as Ondine rules the waters. He claims Ondine as his eternal mate, but she doesn’t truly believe this until his life is threatened and she must call upon her powers to save him.
See, no mention of anything kinky at all. However, when I got to the point in the story where Ondine and Marut were at last about to fully consummate their desire, Marut suddenly came up with the notion that he wanted to tie Ondine to her bed. You could have knocked me over with a feather. But who am I to argue with my hero?
The scene is pretty gentle, compared to much of my BDSM fiction, emphasizing trust and the paradoxical sense of freedom that bondage can inspire. And, after the fact, I don’t think it’s out of character for Marut to have made this proposal. Still, it wasn’t planned.
I’ve found that it’s futile to resist those kinky ideas when they surface. That’s the truth of who I am and what I love. I can’t pretend otherwise.
The same thing happened with my tale Her Secret Ingredient. I actually managed to make it all the way to the end without any D/s activity – if you don’t count a little femdom, that is, which happened to be critical to the plot. Then my editor asked me to write a special extra chapter, to be made available only to readers who bought the book directly from Totally Bound. I agreed – and kinky hell broke loose!
Here’s a bit from that VIP chapter.
Excerpt
The road dead-ended in a parking lot, empty save for our vehicle. He helped me out of the car and walked me over to the iron railing guarding the overlook. The night was crystal clear. Not a wisp of fog obscured the twinkling majesty of the City by the Bay.
I grasped the balustrade, a bit nervous about the sheer drop on the other side. Standing behind me, Harry rubbed his rigid penis against my butt. Meanwhile, his hands snaked around to clasp and knead my breasts. “See what I mean?” he murmured in my ear, twisting my nipples at the same time.
“It’s—uh—it’s beautiful, Harry. But I don’t think…”
“Don’t think, Em. Just trust me.” He continued to fondle my tits with one hand, while sliding the other down over my belly to poke between my thighs. “I’ll bet you’re wet.” He probed through the jersey of my dress, finding my clit with his usual skill. “Yup, I was right. You love a bit of danger.”
“No, not really—ah!”
He rocked my bead like a switch, sending spurts of electricity through my limbs.
“Oh, God, Harry, we can’t do this here!”
“Why not? You let me fuck you on the studio floor the day after we met.”
“I— Oh, Harry, please…that was different…”
He had my skirt flipped up in back now, and my panties down around my knees. One hand had lodged inside the front of my dress, where he continued to squeeze my engorged breast. Meanwhile, he explored my wet crevice with nimble fingers, thrusting into my pussy, sliding over my lower lips, then making slick circles around my clit.
The smooth head of his bare cock bobbed against the backs of my thighs. How had he managed to get it out of his trousers while still teasing me this way? I reached behind me, wanting to grasp that lovely hardness and share some of my pleasure.
“No!” He caught my hand in a sticky grip and returned it to the iron pipe. “Don’t let go of the rail. Or do I have to tie you there?”
Lightning shot through me. I thought for a moment I’d faint and topple over into the abyss.
“Tie me?” Craning my neck, I tried to read his expression. Was he serious? The shadows made it impossible to tell.
“Would you like that, Em? Would you let me?”
He stepped away and I almost cried at the sudden loss of contact. There was some sound I couldn’t identify. Then came his voice, full of strange emotion, close to my ear.
“Put your hands together on the rail. Yes, that’s right. Good.”
Before I realized what was happening, he’d looped his necktie several times around my wrists, fastening me securely to the balustrade.
“Oh, Harry—you’ll ruin your tie…” I tried to laugh and failed utterly. A dark tornado of desire spiraled inside me, shot with flashes of fear.
His chuckle sent chills up my spine. “Why do you think I wore it in the first place, Emily? And this handkerchief should work as a blindfold…”
****
Want more? You’ll have to head over to Totally Bound and get your VIP readers version!
However, I’ll help you out. Leave me a comment with your email address. Next Friday I will randomly choose one lucky reader and buy her (or him) a copy of the VIP edition!
As it happens, once I let Harry start dominating poor Emily, he really didn’t want to stop. I just finished my novel-length follow on, Her Secret Weapon, and let me assure you, I abandoned any attempt to keep things vanilla.
It wouldn’t have worked anyway!
Thanks again for having me as your guest, Normandie. For lots more kinky fun visit me online:
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February 18, 2014
Pleasure In His Hands by Normandie Alleman (Erotic Flash Fiction)
The gavel slammed down for the last time that day, jolting her from her reverie. She’d been daydreaming of his big, rough hands roaming all over her body when the last painting sold. A colleague had already agreed to do her paperwork for her, so she was free to go. Too impatient to wait for the elevator, she took the steps two at a time in the stairwell at the back of the upscale auction house.
Reaching the bottom, she flung open the door. His truck was parked across the street, “Adams Constructions” painted on the side. A wave of pure joy washed over her. She’d expected him, her anticipation had grown as the day wore on.
He rolled down the window, his smile lighting up her world. “Hey Baby.”
She climbed in on the passenger side and slid next to him. Her heart soared as she gazed into his piercing green eyes. He kissed her with a passion that almost made her heart stop. They broke apart and he began driving. She held her breath, waiting for him to find a place where he could pull over. After a few miles he flicked on the turn signal and slowed.
As he rolled the truck to a stop, he looked over at her and raised an eyebrow, “I need to give you a proper hello.” She was more than ready, her mind had been on him all day.
He reached for her with his huge, weather-beaten hands. The skin was calloused, one finger bent permanently courtesy of an old football injury. Those hands were the tools he used every day to earn a living. Rough and strong – like the man they belonged to.
Pulling up her skirt, he brushed aside her panties. His lips nibbled the cleft of her shoulder and she shivered with desire. When he finally breached her core with a finger as large as three of hers, she melted into a whimpering mess of lust and ground her pelvis against him.
He took commanded of her body, cupping her dripping cunt in his massive palm and plundering her pussy with another of his huge fingers, fucking her slowly at first, then more vigorously. When he thrust his third finger inside her, she squirmed, at first with discomfort, then with unbelievable pleasure. She rode his hand, taking his thumb and rubbing it across her clit. A squeal of delight escaped her lips.
His mouth found hers. Their tongues danced together, the sensations overwhelming her. He barely inserted his smallest finger into her last hole and she began to fall over the edge. Ripples of pleasure wracked her body, one delicious climax after another.
He held her as her body shook and continued ravaging her pussy. “I love to watch your face when you come,” he whispered.
Eventually her spasms subsided and she came back to Earth. “Your hands,” she moaned, trying to catch her breath. “I love what you do to me with those hands.” He brushed her hair out of her eyes, desire plastered all over his face.
“That’s nothing, Darlin’,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “just wait ‘til you see what I can do when I use both hands…”
This flash fiction piece was originally published in an anthology by Pine Hill Press under the name of Normandie Hill in 2011.
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February 14, 2014
Rescued by the Buccaneer – #SatSpanks from the Evil Captain
Welcome to Saturday Spankings! Today I’m sharing a snippet from my upcoming BDSM historical erotic romance “Rescued by the Buccaneer”. In this scene Frederica, a young Englishwoman is being chastised by the evil Pirate Captain Humphrey who has taken her prisoner and made her his slave aboard the Neptune’s Damnation.
Excerpt“Lift up your skirts.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Excuse me, Sir?”
“Are ye hard of hearing?”
“No,” she squeaked.
“Then lift up your bloody skirts!” he bellowed.
Fighting back tears, she gathered her skirt and petticoats in her arms and lifted them up.
“’at’s more like it,” he said and reached for her.
She instinctively took a step backwards, but he was too fast for her, grabbing her by the waist and hoisting her over his lap. Within seconds she was slung her over his knee.
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February 13, 2014
Beauty & The Beast – An Erotic Re-imagining by Shoshanna Evers
From bestselling erotica author Shoshanna Evers comes an erotic re-imagining of the classic fairytale, Beauty and the Beast. Shoshanna will be awarding a signed paperback of Beauty and the Beast (US Only) plus a $10 Amazon or Nook Gift Card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and an electronic copy of the book to six random commenters during the tour. Use the Rafflecopter below to enter.
Beauty and the Beast
With her father’s freedom at stake, Belle agrees to be the fearsome Beast’s prisoner in his enchanted castle. Held as his willing captive, Belle must submit to the Beast’s most primal desires to survive.
The Beast can’t let his little Beauty go free, not while there’s still hope that she might be the one to end his decade-long curse…and with true love’s kiss, return him to the Prince he once was.
Their story is one that begins with imprisonment—he in his monstrous body, she in a dungeon—but without this predicament, Beauty would never have met the Beast.
So we shall begin with what occurred on that fateful night when everything changed: when a lover was betrayed, a man deformed, and a castle shrouded in an enchantment…
Excerpt
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All Rights Reserved.
The Beast crept toward Belle, not wanting to frighten her by waking her, as he had done to Nadine that night so long ago. The memory of her screams of terror still filled his nightmares.
Belle’s long brown hair splayed around her head, one pale hand nestled under her cheek. Her plain blue dress was simple but form-fitting, as if she’d made it before she’d finished growing into her curves. The buttons at her neck were undone, leaving her collarbone exposed.
She was beautiful…no wonder they called her Belle. The girl certainly qualified to have a name that meant Beauty.
Beast leaned in closer to her, breathing in the warm, sweet scent of her skin. He couldn’t recall ever doing that to a girl when he was human—sniffing her. Maybe he had become more of an animal than he’d thought.
Belle stiffened, her brow creasing, her eyes squeezed shut.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Beast said softly.
She kept her eyes closed. “I’m scared,” she whispered.
“I won’t hurt you.”
“Don’t eat me.”
He smiled but composed himself, knowing a smile only looked like he was baring his fangs. If she chose to open her eyes when he was grinning at her, she’d probably run screaming.
“I won’t eat you, Belle,” he promised.
He’d never actually eaten a person, but it had seemed like a good threat when Henry Castelle was there. Now he wished he could take it back so she wouldn’t be so frightened to have him near her.
“Why are you here, then, if not to eat me?” she asked.
“I wanted to see you,” he admitted. “It’s been so long since I’ve had human contact.”
“How long?” she asked, keeping her eyes shut.
“Ten years.” He ran his fingers over her silky hair.
“What happened ten years ago?”
He couldn’t tell her, so he wouldn’t try. “I…changed.”
“Change back,” she whispered.
If only it were so simple. Perhaps she thought he’d been a nice beast who changed into a mean beast. He laughed, the sound coming out like a howl.
Belle whimpered, and Beast stopped laughing. He touched her cheek gently, running his hand across her smooth face, relishing the feel of her skin. She bit her lip to hold back a gasp.
“I’d like to change,” he said. “Maybe you can help me.”
“How?”
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman for company,” he said. “I want to touch you. Is that all right?”
Belle inhaled sharply, but she nodded.
“Why are you saying yes, if you’re afraid?”
“Because you’re so big,” she whispered, her eyes still shut. “I’m scared you’ll hurt me.”
“I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said. “You have my word. My only desire is to make you feel good right now.”
At that, she relaxed visibly, the crease leaving her forehead. Beast kept one hand against her cheek, and with his other hand, spanned the length of her body and gently touched her foot.
“Your feet are cold,” he said, holding them in one large hand to warm them.
“I am a bit chilled, sir.”
“It’s cold and dark down here in the dungeon,” he admitted. “I think you should have taken me up on my offer to sleep upstairs, in my bed.”
Belle moaned as he moved his hand up her leg to her knee, whether in fear or pleasure, he couldn’t tell. But she wasn’t stopping him.
Her blue dress lifted, leaving her thighs bare. She wore nothing underneath, and he could smell her feminine musk. The scent drove him wild with desire, but he forced himself to go slowly, to not frighten the girl.
Beast rubbed her thighs, warming her flesh. With a sigh, her legs parted ever so slightly, her body melting into the hay.
He reached the junction of her thighs, the one part of her body that threw off heat. His thumb rested on the tender bud he found, more beautiful than any rose in his garden.
“Have you ever been touched here?” he asked quietly, his voice thick.
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Critically-acclaimed author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories including Amazon Erotica Bestsellers Overheated, and Enslaved, Book 1 in the Enslaved Trilogy, as well as the post-apocalyptic dystopian Pulse Trilogy from Simon & Schuster Pocket Star. Her work has been featured in Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and Best Bondage Erotica 2013, the Penguin/Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic BDSM novellas including Chastity Belt and Punishing the Art Thief from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.
The non-fiction anthology Shoshanna Evers edited and contributed to, How To Write Hot Sex: Tips from Multi-Published Erotic Romance Authors, is a #1 Bestseller in the Authorship, Erotica Writing Reference, and Romance Writing categories on Amazon.
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Romance….My Way Blog Hop
Welcome to the Romance….My Way Blog Hop where we share with romance with readers – the way we like it. My idea of romance can get a little edgy, a little growly, a little bondage-y. And I might throw in some spanking for good measure.
For my prize, I’m giving away a $10 bookseller’s gift card (INT) and an ebook from my backlist. To enter just leave a comment telling us about your favorite Valentine’s Day memory, then enter the Rafflecopter.
One of my favorite tropes is Hero Rescues Heroine, the theme of my upcoming Erotic PIRATE Romance “Rescued by the Buccaneer” which I expect to be released by the end of this month.
Rescued By The Buccaneer is a historical lite-BDSM erotic romance in which the young Englishwoman, Frederica, is captured and soundly punished by the brutal pirate Captain Humphrey. The adventures begin once they meet up with the dashing French pirate Gaston Galette who will save Frederica and introduce her to the joys of submission. But how will she be able to keep the wild pirate from leaving her behind?
In the following scene Gaston pierces Frederica’s ear in an attempt to ease her sea-sickness then tries to enlist her help in taking over Humphrey’s ship.
Excerpt
Leaving his boots behind, Gaston crept up creaky stairs and onto the main deck.
Under the moonlight leaning against the ship’s rail, Frederica appeared mesmerized by the waves lapping against the hull.
“Frederica,” he whispered as approached her.
She jumped and turned his direction, “You scared me!”
“Sorry. I thought you’d be expecting me.”
“I was. You still scared me!”
He held his hands up in defeat. “Did you bring the needle?”
She nodded and handed him a cloth.
“Did you clean it like I asked?”
“Yes,” she said exasperated.
Tucked inside the bundle, the sterilized needle gleamed in the moonlight.
“Are your ears clean?”
“I think so.”
He pulled a flask from an inside jacket pocket. “We’ll swab it anyway. Infection can be deadlier than most pirates.”
Her silken locks brushed his arm as she leaned towards him.
“Which ear?” he asked.
“Do I have to choose or can we do both?” she asked, seeming giddy with anticipation.
He patted her shoulder. “Easy. One at a time. If you don’t faint when I pierce the first one we’ll consider doing the other one.”
With a tilt of her head she touched a fingertip to her left ear. “This one.”
“Alright.”
Pulling a rag from his pocket, he doused it with alcohol then brushed it across her earlobe.
“Now hold your head steady and bite down on this,” he said handing her a rod-shaped metal bar.
She looked at him quizzically.
“You mustn’t make a sound.”
Her head bobbed with understanding and she opened her mouth and bit down on the bar.
“This will hurt, but only for a moment. Hold your hair back, take a deep breath and look straight ahead.”
Her chest rose as she filled her lungs with air, reminding him of a child determined to be a brave little soldier. Holding back a smile, he pulled her earlobe taut and quickly stabbed the center. The needle still through her ear, she drew a ragged breath and cut her eyes towards him, wide with pain. He’d been prepared to cover her mouth if she cried out, but she impressed him with her silence.
“Almost finished.” He took the gold circle from his pocket, dipped it in the flask and threaded the needle through the lobe, inserting the earbob right behind it.
The pain appeared to intensify and she grimaced, though she remained quiet.
He stepped back to admire his handiwork in the moonlight. “Ah. Looks lovely on you, my dear. Would you like to attempt for the second one?”
She shook her head, the pain of the piercing mitigating her enthusiasm. “I’d like to see if this one helps with the seasickness first.”
“Agreed. Some pirates believe wearing a gold earring will protect you from evil spirits. Others say it guards against drowning.” He tilted the flask to her. She took it and drew a long sip.
“Thank you. Do you believe any of that?”
He shrugged. “It can do no harm, and it is my policy to utilize any advantage at my disposal.”
“It didn’t hurt as much as I’d feared.”
“Glad to hear it.” He took a swig and passed the rum back to her.
She lifted it to her lips. Damn but hers were supple lips, their red color gave the illusion of being purple in the moonlight which gave her a sexy and slightly dangerous appeal.
“I have a favor to ask of you in return,” he added casually.
Her head swung round. Clearly, she had not expected this.
“I need you to retrieve Humphrey’s keys for me.” He knew he was taking a chance by asking her to betray her keeper. But he was betting that her desire to be free from the Captain outweighed her loyalty to the man. If he was wrong and she informed on him, he’d hang for sure.
“I beg your pardon. Why do you need his keys?” she asked sharply.
“I must get back my weapons, and he has them under lock and key.” Smirking, he added, “Not unlike yourself.”
She scowled. “Why would I risk doing that for you?”
“Because I intend to take over this ship and if you help me, I will set you free.”
Her forehead creased as she pondered this.
“You say you intend to take over this ship. And how do you plan on doing that with a couple of weapons?”
“Not only with a couple of weapons. Other men will join me. The Captain is not a popular man.”
“His unpopularity does not ensure the success of a mutiny. Why would the men follow you?”
“My dear, I’m accustomed to commanding men the likes of these. I have no doubt of my ability to lead the ones aboard this ship.”
She eyed him skeptically. “You say you’d set me free?”
“Of course. I have no need for a slave girl. Once I commandeer this ship, you will be freed and under my protection until we arrive at the next port. Then you may disembark and do as you wish.”
She pursed her lips, considering his offer. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
“Excellent!” He hugged her to him. “Let us seal it with a kiss.” Ignoring her wide eyes, he sought those ruby lips of hers and crushed them with his own.
At first she stiffened, but when he pressed his tongue against hers, she relaxed into his arms. He waltzed her over towards the ships’ rail and trapped her against it, whispering, “You’ve been driving me insane with desire, do you know that?”
She shook her head wordlessly.
Trailing kisses down her neck to the hollow of her throat, the rich scent of jasmine enveloped him. He caressed her shoulder, her fair skin gleaming under the moonlight, and her breath caught in her throat as he moved a hand over her breast, flicking the tight little bud that strained against the fabric of her dress.
It vexed him that she was a virgin. He wished he could take her right here, but he knew better than to deflower a girl he could make no claim upon.
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February 12, 2014
Venetian Love Knots – A Valentine’s Day #BDSM #Menage Novella
Add some spice to your Valentine’s Day with Venetian Love Knots – a sexy love triangle in which a sexy cowboy and a hot Italian face off in a battle to win the heart of a beautiful tourist in the romantic city of Venice…
Excerpt
Upstairs, as they tumbled into his room, Cole warned her, “Allison, you are going to have to trust me tonight. Do you think you can do that?”
“Oh, yes!” she cried between his kisses, barely catching her breath.
“Okay, then hold on just a minute, baby. Do you want anything to drink? Do you have to go to the bathroom?” he asked.
“No, why?” she asked, her head clearing a little.
“Because I am going to tie you up,” he said. Then he bit her lip, fondling one of her breasts. Abruptly, he walked away, leaving her standing, shocked.
Allison wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. She needed to sit down. Wait, maybe she did need to go to the bathroom. Yes, then she could sit down. And go to the bathroom. Tie her up? Was he serious?
Allison knew Cole, and he didn’t kid around about things like this. What was she going to do? Well, she would let him do it, of course. She let Cole do…anything? That was why he had said she would have to trust him. She did trust him. She trusted him not to hurt her. At least physically. Emotionally, now that was a different story…
Okay, she could do this. It might be fun.
Cole had returned with some white silky ropes and a rakish grin. He looked like he was really going to enjoy this. Maybe a little too much. How long had he been planning this? Did he do this all the time? Allison wasn’t brave enough to ask that last question.
“Are you scared? You don’t need to be scared, babe. I promise I won’t hurt you.” He laughed. “Unless you want me to.”
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“Venetian Love Knots delights with its engaging characters and stunning plot twists, which lead to a wonderfully romantic conclusion in Italy’s City of Love.” – The Jeep Diva
“The exotic delights that Allison gets to experience courtesy of Cole and Nico are every woman’s dirty little secret and are written with lots of sexual intensity. These scenes are full of BDSM and other erotic play and leave you parched!” – Joder, Words of Wisdom From The Scarf Princess
“Let me tell you, this author does NOT disappoint in the sexual scenes… so be sure you are alone in a locked room before reading!” – Adaline with Spanking Romance Reviews
“Are your expectations the same for every author you read? Do you ever discover yourself comparing a debut author with a well established bestseller; are you more forgiving or less strict? I asked myself these questions after issuing this book 5 of 5 mugs – so I let this book/review marinate for several days. As I perused it this morning to ensure I still felt it deserved the highest possible rating, I discovered I was rereading it {when I should have been on to the next book} but, I wasn’t ready to let Allison go yet.” – Heather Coulter, Books, Books, & More Books
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February 9, 2014
Birthday Wishes by Heidi Lynn Anderson – Blurb Blitz Tour
Welcome to today’s stop on The Birthday Wishes Blog Tour with Heidi Lynn Anderson. Be sure to leave a comment because Heidi Lynn will be giving away a $15 Amazon gift card to one lucky commenter along the tour. Click here for the rest of the tour dates.
Birthday Wishes
Emily Samson’s awful thirtieth birthday consists of a solo bubble bath, burned microwave popcorn and a broken elevator – until both of her gorgeous landlords show up, making all her wishes come true.
Corporate whiz Emily Samson’s friends have deserted her for husbands and babies. So what does she do to celebrate turning the big 3-0? She buys herself popcorn and chocolate, refusing to settle for less than her ideal man. Or two. Her birthday wish is to be sandwiched between both her hunky landlords – as if that would ever happen outside of her most sensual, and secret, dreams.
Conner Walker and Jackson Smith are ready to find the one woman who can satisfy them both. However, finding that elusive someone to fulfill their needs has been like finding a snowflake in a snowstorm. When they rescue the normally uptight woman from 5B and discover her in cotton pjs instead of cherry red stilettos, they wonder if they’ve finally found the one strong enough to handle their demands.
Excerpt
The two men stepped into the now empty elevator. Jackson pushed the button for the fifth floor and asked, “What do you think of our hot little tenant?”
Conner’s gut clenched and need filled his chest. “She’s sexy as all hell and I think under that stuck-up bitch act, there’s an adventurous woman that would be up for anything.” His dick twitched in his pants. “Why? Are you thinking about courting her for us?”
He’d dreamed of her hot little ass gripping his cock while Jackson filled her wet pussy, but the reality of a woman like her being open to having more than one man was a long shot. Women in her class wanted careers and, if they did get married, they barely had time for one husband—never mind two.
Jackson’s shoulders lifted. “Maybe. Part of me wants to fill her demanding mouth with my cock.”
Conner smiled. “And the other part?”
“Wants to run screaming, because my dick doesn’t know whether to stand at attention or shrivel up and hide.”
“I feel the same way, man.” Images of Emily rushing out her apartment to her fancy Wall Street job, making and losing millions for her clients filled his head. “I wonder what it would take to make her relax and let her hair down?”
“Probably not watching the Rangers beat the Bruins while having a beer,” Jackson said.
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By day, Heidi Lynn Anderson is a wife, mother, and owner of a small Green-Cleaning company. By night, she spins erotic tales featuring hunky heroes and the women they love. When not working or writing, Heidi likes spending time with her husband and son, doing what Florida has to offer. Visit Heidi at www.heidilynnanderson.com
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