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Twisted Together @PepperWinters #Review #newrelease #5stars #monstersinthedark

Wow! I have no idea what to say for nothing I write could ever compare to the amazing stunning mind blowing story that Pepper Winters has written. I'll give it a try.

First a quick background…Tess was kidnapped in book 1 and she found her Q. Her new life, her awakening for the ‘darker side’ of life. Her passion awakened as she learned to love Q and they found their monsters in the dark.  In book 2 Tess is taken and kidnapped once more but in the end they had taken everything from her. Everything she used to enjoy and crave she hated and feared. The inner turmoil that Tess goes through is heart breaking. She knows she loves Q but deep down she knows she can’t be there for him anymore the way he needs her to. The way she wants to.  In comes book three and holy mother of batman I was no expecting half of the things that happened in this book! Tess begins to lie to Q and tries to hide her true feelings of fear of the dark side of him. "...because I love you and I couldn't let you down."  She has nightmares constantly which she cannot escape and leaves Q feeling helpless. "The one thing that brought us together is the one thing driving us apart."  They are planned to be married but before they can do that Q needs to help her and he needs to do it in the worst way possible.  
I cannot spoil it but oh my god. Q really goes above and beyond the call of duty to bring back his Tess. His esclave. "Let go. Don't fight." His plan is a crazy and heart breaking for both of them but ultimately it shows how much Tess really trusts Q and how much Q loves Tess. They both endure so much during this time and in the end it does bring them closer and he does help her…
‘I’m sexy and I know it…’  
It’s sexy time and damn Pepper can write the sex gooood. That scene was so hot I needed extra batteries and so will you! … but don’t get excited for long, knowing Pepper she has to torture them both a little more and sure enough she does… My heart actually stopped beating… I swear I stopped breathing. I was captive to the words on the story. Everything else in life just faded away as I became so engrossed in the story. I couldn’t turn away. I couldn’t stop reading. I was hooked. I needed to know what happened. I needed to know what would happen… and then it stopped… the green dot went red… and my world ended. 
I became a mindless zombie as I hopelessly read further and further trying to find that small glimpse of hope as I sobbed like a baby… Despair… but I know Pepper and she promised a HEA so I read on desperately trying to find some kind of redemption… and there is was…I can’t give you any spoilers but Tess is bad ass and for a good reason and as we continue along from this point it is just amazing. Now I’m sobbing of happiness as the book comes to a perfect and beautiful close with amazing closure from all sides of the story. 
This book was simply phenomenal and I read it in shy of seven hours. YES! I was that hooked! I couldn’t put it down! This book took me on a ride of endless emotions ranging from hot and bothered to balling like a baby… to laughing and giggling like a school girl in love. This book was simply the best one yet and I highly recommended it to ALL of Peppers fans… and anyone else who loves a DARK story that has a beautiful HEA! 5 incredible beautiful stars!
Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark, #1)My Review:  HERE Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | B&N | iBooksQuintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark, #2)My Review:  HERE Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | B&N Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark, #3)My Review HERE Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | iBooks

A Summer For Love Blog Hop #newrelease #PicturePerfect #SummerForLoveHop

 Hi everyone! Welcome to the Summer for Love Blog Hop! What's your idea of summer love? Mine is being at the beach, watching the sunset while cuddling with my boyfriend! *sighs* Just sounds perfect... With that said, I would love to introduce you to Karli and Logan! They are my two main characters in my new novella Picture Perfect! This story takes place on the beach ;) It is being published with Renaissance Romance Publishing sometime in the next couple months. What do you think of the cover?


Anyway! I have a teaser for you! A little background info, Karli has flown to Florida on a business trip and she meets Logan and he has asked her out. The snippet is from part of their date.



Once they had finished eating and had packed up the picnic basket, Logan took Karli by the hand and led her to one of the ornamental gardens. He pointed to a particularly beautiful, light blue flower with delicate purple streaks. “Do you know what kind of flower that is?”

Karli stared at it for a moment, trying to think of what type of flower it might be. “I can honestly say that I’ve never seen one before, but it’s really lovely.”

“That is the ‘Sweet Karli Flower’. I had it named for you.” Karli looked at him, bewildered. Logan pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it. “It’s official; this flower is named after you. No matter where it is in the world, it will be known as ‘Sweet Karli’.

Karli took the paper from him and read the Latin name of the flower, then “Sweet Karli”. She looked up at him, still completely confused.

“I called this morning and asked if there were any flowers that weren’t named yet. Wouldn’t you know, the flower that needed to be named also happens to be incredibly beautiful....just like you, Karli.”

Karli was stunned. How could Logan have ever thought of something so romantic? “I don’t know what to say. Thank you.” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, giggling softly when she saw the crimson tint appear. “You’re amazing, Logan.”

“I know.”

Karli couldn’t believe it--how could he act so romantic one minute, and so pompous the next. Then they both started to laugh when she realized he was only teasing her. She playfully hit him on the chest.

“You weren’t supposed to say that!”

“Oh, wasn’t, I?” Logan picked her up and spun her around in a circle, enjoying hearing her giggle.

Suddenly realizing that they weren’t in a world all their own, Logan glanced down at his watch. “We better get going before they lock us in here. Come on, I have another surprise for you.”

Karli was sorry to leave. The botanical garden had been such a romantic experience and she wished it could last at least a little while longer. How could Logan possibly come up with anything better than having a flower named after her? It didn’t really matter, she realized, because the day had already turned out be nothing short of magical. Whatever followed would simply be “icing on the cake”. GIVEAWAY:I will be giving away 1 copy of Picture Perfect (Once it is published)1 copy of any book from my blacklist.
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#MWTease from @kristinelyon19 #darknovel #newrelease #Lana'sAwakening

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 Hi everyone! Hope you are having a wonderful week! Be careful on today's tease It's HOT! ;)  “What do you want more than anything else?” he asked.

She didn’t have to think about that one; she knew the answer before he asked it, in the bath earlier, on the chair in front of Sergio. There was only one thing she wanted, and while she had only recently been able to come to grips with it, somehow she knew she had wanted it all along. She looked back over her shoulder at him and said the truest thing she could remember ever saying in her life.“I want you to do any and every thing you want to do, without ever asking that question again.”
He lowered her until her feet were back on the ground below her, removing his hands from her, and walked around the bench to face her suspended upturned face. Her eyes followed him as he walked, leaning back to watch his face as he approached her again. He was looking behind her, but this time it wasn’t to keep her from seeing his face; he was looking up and down the street to make sure no one had come up behind them. Convinced they were alone, he looked down at her, his eyes locking with hers. Surely, he could see the seriousness in her eyes. She did her best to hold his gaze, the one she had often seen as kind, but was now becoming something different, a truer level of kindness, one which reached past her outer weakness and found the strength inside.
“That’s easy enough to say,” he said, his eyes seemingly searching hers, searching for any hint of regret, for anything resembling weakness. Completely understanding the difference between submission and weakness, Lana smiled.
“So is ‘stop,’ but you will never hear me say it.”
He held her gaze a few seconds longer, then seemingly convinced, stepped forward, unzipping his pants. When he pulled his dick from his pants, she had her mouth open waiting for him. He lowered his pants far enough to keep the buckle of his belt and the zipper from his pants from coming into contact with her face, then gently holding the sides of her head, pushed his dick into her mouth. Lana felt it pause momentarily at the back of her mouth before sliding in deeper. Her uplifted head created a straight line from her mouth into her throat, and though there was some resistance, he had no real trouble getting its entire length inside her mouth. She held no delusion that any prolonged pressure of this nature would turn discomfort into actual pain, but it didn’t matter; she was where she wanted to be, completely vulnerable but in complete control. He held her head in place and fucked her mouth, gentler than she might have thought, but firmly, his pace quickening. His anticipation had been extreme and it was not long until she felt the head of his deck swelling against her tonsils. 
He pulled his dick backward, stopping when only the tip remained inside her mouth, and then as a loud grunt came from his mouth, she felt the hot release explode inside her mouth, easily filling it with his salty cum. He pushed forward some, now stopping at the back of her mouth, forcing some of the sticky mess into her throat, while causing some to escape and run down the corners of her mouth. She felt it as it dripped from her chin, while more found its way down her throat into the pit of her stomach, its warmth easily recognizable inside her. He milked the last of it into her waiting mouth before pulling his dick back out into the night air. She tilted her head backwards, swallowing as much as she could, the remainder slipping out of her mouth as she looked up at him and opened her mouth. With his hot jizz on her chin and lips, she looked up at him, whispering the most sincere thing in her heart.
“Thank you,” she said.  Well, with all that said... check out some of the amazing authors! Be sure and check out Lana's Awakening if you want to read more! - Amazon

Twisted Together Release Day by @PepperWinters #newrelease #qisback #monstersinthedark

Title: Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark, #3)Author: Pepper WintersRelease Date: June 3, 2014   Synopsis“After battling through hell, I brought my esclave back from the brink of ruin. I sacrificed everything—my heart, my mind, my very desires to bring her back to life. And for a while, I thought it broke me, that I’d never be the same. But slowly the beast is growing bolder, and it’s finally time to show Tess how beautiful the dark can be.” 
Q gave everything to bring Tess back. In return, he expects nothing less. Tess may have leashed and tamed him, but he’s still a monster inside. 
After surviving the darkness, a new dawn has begun. Twisted Together wades through black to grey, chasing the light of true love to banish the shadows forever. 
Pain is a requirement, connection a necessity. But ultimately Q and Tess must face their demons, before they can embrace their future. 
       Purchase the Books Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark, #1)Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | B&N | iBooksQuintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark, #2)Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | B&N Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark, #3)Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | iBooks  About the Author Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.Facebook | Goodreads | Twitter | Website   Giveaway!a Rafflecopter giveaway  

Claire Thompson Interview #newrelease #BDSM #giveaway @CThompsonAuthor

Hi everyone! I've got Claire Thompson with me today and we are talking a bit about BDSM along with her new book The Inner Room which I can't wait to read! Isn't the cover beautiful? So simple yet it shows so much.



Now! After we finish gushing about the cover, let's chat with Claire! I've asked her a couple important questions about BDSM and her personal experiences with it. Her answers will be in red. Red for the pretty colors in her book cover.

I guess the most important question to ask you Claire is, Are you in the lifestyle yourself?

Yes, although not to the degree I depict in my books. My partner is my Dom, and though I wouldn’t characterize myself as a submissive, I am definitely a sexual masochist who adores the whip, cane, crop, flogger, bondage, breath play, and all sorts of delicious erotic torture/pleasure. I understand and connect to the deep-seated need to submit on an erotic and emotional level to another and when I am in the zone, as I think of it, I would call myself a sub. I have experienced, to some degree, just about everything I write about.

Wow! That's intense! Thank you for sharing that with us! What do you think of the safe sane consensual guidelines?

How could one dispute these guidelines? People who engage in BDSM, especially the Dom/Top in the relationship, better know what the heck they are doing, and make sure their sub/bottom is on the same page. They have responsibility to know how what their actions in a D/s setting, and the toys they are using, affect and impact their partner. Of the three bywords, I believe consensual is nonnegotiable. Both parties need to agree within a broad framework that they want what is happening. Within that framework, there is some wiggle room, but even this should be predetermined and understood (for example, the Dom might say at the outset of a scene: “You may tell me if something is too much/too hard/too scary, and I will decide if we need to stop.” This maintains the element of his/her having control, but give the sub some say in the matter. If the Dom really isn’t getting it, there is always one’s safeword – but more about that later!)

The other two bywords are more fluid in their definitions. What is “safe” or “sane” for one person might be totally nuts for another. Drawing blood, using someone as a toilet, dictating their every move, down to when they can pee or eat or sleep or even leave the house – these might be horrifying prospects to folks who consider themselves active participants in the scene, but perfectly natural, indeed, even essential, to those who crave this kind of total abdication of control.

I can understand that. What do you think of safewords?

I think they are important, especially with play partners you don’t know really well. A lot of people “scene” with casual acquaintances or friends at clubs or BDSM gatherings. Skill levels and attention to cues vary widely between Doms, as you might imagine, and sometimes they just don’t get it—don’t realize they are pushing too far, too fast, and the action needs to cease.

Other times, there may be a situation that even an intimate partner might not be aware of, such as the sub having a heart attack (extreme example of course), or an asthma attack or some other physical issue that hadn’t been part of their consideration or negotiation beforehand. They might misinterpret the sub’s distress as “part of the game”. In those circumstances, a clear-cut, definitive word that stops all action comes in very handy.

That said, I personally have never been in a situation where I needed a safeword. But I only scene with intimate partners, and the men I have been with pay attention to my reactions and my body, and have never pushed me to a point where I couldn’t handle things.
That is really good Claire. I'm happy you have such trust and communication that you don't even have to safeword. What would your ideal Dom/Domme or sub look like?

I have no “type” in mind. I think when you fall in love with someone (and for me, love is an essential part of the D/s mix) they are, by definition, your ideal.

I think that is the unspoken truth with BDSM and the connection between a Master/slave or Dom/sub.

Well, I have asked enough questions! Tell us about your latest/upcoming release.

My very soon to be released newest novel is called The Inner Room. It’s a m/f BDSM romance with a bit of edginess. Here is the blurb:

The Inner Room – where submissive dreams become reality

Dr. Marissa Roberts takes charge and saves lives by day, but spends lonely nights embracing fantasies of erotic submission. When a friend encourages her to explore her submissive longings, Marissa agrees to an evaluation to become a member of an exclusive local BDSM club. With that act, a door is opened to Marissa, and her long-standing fantasies may just become reality.

Cam Wilder, a nurse at the same hospital as Marissa and an experienced Dominant in his private life, has no idea the prospective slave girl he will assess in The Inner Room of The Power Exchange will be his reserved co-worker. Sparks of desire ignite into flames of passion as Cam recognizes in Marissa the heart of a true submissive yearning for freedom, and she sees in him a Master who speaks directly to her soul.

Their potential BDSM paradise is threatened by the unwanted attention of an arrogant bastard who refuses to take no for an answer. His secret surveillance and devious plans lead to terrifying results that threaten to destroy not only Marissa and Cam’s careers, but the bonds of trust and love they’ve forged together as Master and sub girl.

Wow! That sounds like it will be a wonderful story! Have I mentioned I can't wait to read it yet? Click here for a sneak preview: Inner Room Excerpts

Still excited? I am too! The Inner Room will be for sale at all the usual distribution outlets (Amazon, B&N, ARE, Kobo, Smashwords), but if you wish to my support Claire peronsonally you can go to her direct website RomanceUnbound. If you sign up for an account, and use the promo code: GrandOpen you can save 20% off the purchase price of your entire first order!

As a token of my appreciation to your readers for indulging me and reading this all the way through, I would like to give away a free ebook download (winner’s choice from my catalog) to someone who leaves a comment on this blog entry.

Thanks for having me as a guest. I love to connect with readers, and will answer all emails personally and promptly. You can connect with me on my website, the RU publishing site, and my blog, FB account and twitter. Links below!

Best, Claire
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Borrowing Trouble by Becky McGraw #newrelease

Title: Borrowing Trouble
Author: Becky McGraw
Summary:
Carrie Collins has been trying to hold it together for three years, since her husband Sean was killed in the line of duty during an undercover drug operation gone bad. If that and the mountain of bills she was left with weren’t bad enough, her son becomes mixed up with the wrong crowd at school. Carrie feels like a failure as a mother, and does the only thing she can think of to fix things, she goes back to her parent’s ranch.

Her dead husband’s best friend, the man accused, but later exonerated of, Sean’s murder shows up at the ranch with his new wife and offers her a break from the kids and the craziness of her life. Carrie is reluctant to accept, but he won’t take no for an answer. She goes to the R & R Ranch, but doesn’t find relaxation there. What she finds is a tall, charismatic ex-rodeo cowboy who not only ties her emotions in more knots than his lasso, he wakes up her dormant libido.

Carrie fights the attraction, because the last thing she needs is a man like Dylan Thomas in her life, a tumbleweed kind of guy who tells her in no uncertain terms he isn’t looking for a relationship. She knows her kids deserve better and so does she. Her kids aren’t there though, and the temporary fantasy he represents becomes too much to resist.

Dylan Thomas wants nothing more than to return to competitive bull riding after an almost career-ending injury landed him at the R & R Ranch teaching rich greenhorns to ride bulls. A year and a half of catering to those wealthy snobs has him bored and restless, until a curvy brunette convinces him it might not be so bad to hang around for a little while longer.

Carrie Collins takes hard to get to an olympic-class level though, and it takes everything in Dylan’s bag of tricks to get close to her. When things finally heat up between them, he finds out there are a couple of things she hasn’t told him about. Like the two kids she has who show up at the ranch, and the job she has accepted there.

His temporary fling with the cute ranch guest suddenly gets a lot more complicated and permanent. Especially when former associates of her son turn up at the ranch demanding money she doesn’t have. Dylan knows then he’s borrowed a helluva lot of trouble he didn’t need in his life by getting involved with her, but when the opportunity to leave presents itself, how can he leave her in danger?



Dirty Excerpt 18+
Ready or not, Dylan didn’t leave or back off. His heat surrounded her, as his body crowded her from behind. His fingers brushed her skin as he pushed her hair aside to lean over her shoulder. He stuck his nose into the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, then hovered here a moment with his hot breath tickling the shell of her ear. The richer, deeper timber of his voice vibrated through her, as he finally asked, “You like to bake. Is that why you smell like sugar cookies?” Electricity zipped down her spine when his lips touched down briefly on a spot right behind her ear. Carrie shivered and he laughed.

“Or do you just wear the dough behind your ear to tease me, because you know I have a weakness for sugar cookies?” After a final flick of his hot, wet tongue, he moved away. Cool air hit the wet imprint left by his mouth, and Carrie shivered. Her nails curled into her palms, and she sucked in a breath when they scraped her burn. The spatula clattered to the stove, and she sucked the fleshy pad at the side of her palm into her mouth.

Dylan grabbed her hand to inspect it. “Did you burn yourself?” he asked with concern. “We need to take you to the med shack and get Terri to bandage it. I was headed out there when I heard the smoke alarm, but I didn’t see her out there.”

“It’s fine,” Carrie said tugging her hand away. He didn’t let it go. Instead, he brought it to his mouth and kissed it slowly as he held her gaze. Carrie licked her lips, tasting the sugar cookies she had to taste test before she put them in the oven. “Um, I, ah…” she stammered, at a loss for words as she stared at the blatant desire in his eyes.

“Do you ride?” he asked suddenly.

Her dazed mind spun trying to process the words. “Since I could walk,” Carrie replied once she wrapped her mind around what he’d asked.

“I have a few days off for my arm to heal. Will you go riding with me this afternoon?

You need to relax a little,” he said with a little smile.

Carrie didn’t know how spending time with this cowboy would lend itself to relaxation. Every time she got within three feet of him, she was wound tighter than she had been in years. Being alone with him, wouldn’t help her put distance between them. But her mouth opened, and “Yes,” fell out, before she could stop it.

She only had two days left here, and she couldn’t resist the opportunity to feel like a desirable woman once more. That’s how he made her feel. Something she hadn’t felt in three years, and wasn’t likely to feel again for a long time after she left this ranch. Dylan made her forget her grief, forget her problems. Carrie knew agreeing to spend time with him was just avoidance. Her problems would still be there when she went back to her parents’ ranch. Right now though, he would help her forget for an afternoon.

“Come out to the barn around two, and I’ll have the horses saddled.”

“I can help,” she offered, and her gaze fell to his shoulder. “You’re hurt. You shouldn’t be saddling anything. Are you sure you’re okay to ride?”

He laughed and his smile broadened. “I could ride with one arm tied behind my back.”

“I’ll ride with you, if you let me saddle the horses then,” she propositioned.

“Deal,” he replied and his deep voice vibrated along her nerve endings. When he leaned toward her, Carrie held her breath. His lips touched hers, lingered for a second, then with a playful little nip to her lower lip, he stood back up and smiled. “You taste like sugar cookies.”

“That’s what the lumps of coal in the trash were,” she replied with an embarrassed laugh.

“Give me some of those beautiful biscuits, and a few of those cupcakes to take back to the bunkhouse with me.” Dylan eyed them over her shoulder. “I’ll make some gravy to go with the biscuits for breakfast.” His tongue made a circuit around his lips, and her eyes were dragged around with it. Heat settled between her legs, and her lips sizzled.

She would give him the whole damned pan if he kissed her again. But he didn’t. He just stood there staring. Waiting. For her to do something. Oh, yeah, ice the cupcakes and wrap up biscuits for him. Heat shot up to her cheeks, and Carrie walked to the refrigerator to get the bowl of icing. She iced the cupcakes, while he leaned against the counter watching her. Moving around him, she brought the bowl to the sink, then opened the cabinet beside it to look for a container. The one she wanted was on the upper shelf, and she couldn’t reach it even on her tip toes. Huffing a frustrated breath, she balanced on her arms, then climbed up on the counter. Sometimes it sucked being short, she thought, as she stood to drag it down from the top shelf. When she turned around to get down Dylan was right there behind her.

He smiled up at her and put his hand at her knee. “I couldn’t help you get it down, but I wanted to make sure you didn’t fall,” he informed with a shrug.

Carrie eased down to sit on the counter, and he grabbed the container from her to sit it on the counter, before he nudged her knees apart to make a space for his hips. He slid his hands up her thighs to grip her hips, and Carrie’s heart did a leap in her chest. “And I wanted a real kiss. You’re at the perfect height now for that to happen.”

His eyes dropped to her mouth, and he licked his lips again. “Kiss me, Carrie,” he invited, not making a move to kiss her. He just waited, while staring at her mouth, which felt like it was on fire. Carrie licked her own lips, then hesitantly leaned toward him, stopping when her mouth was within millimeters of his to catch her breath, to get her out of control heart to slow down.

“Kiss me, Carrie,” he whispered again.

She put her palms on his bare chest and his heated skin felt like smooth silk under her touch. His warm, musky morning scent enflamed her senses, as she closed the space between them to take a tentative pass over his mouth with hers, then another. That evidently wasn’t enough for him, because his left hand moved up from her hip. He shoved his hand into her hair, cradling her skull to pull her closer, as his mouth devoured hers. He feasted on her lips like they were the best thing he’d ever tasted.

His were the best she had tasted in a helluva long time, that was for sure. Minty toothpaste, and the sweetness of the man kissing her flooded her senses. Carrie couldn’t get enough of him. Her hands moved to circle his neck and pull him closer still. He was right, this counter was at the perfect height for kissing and so much more.

The inside of her knee brushed the warm skin at his hip, where his pajama pants rode low. Fire shot up the inside of her thigh to her center and she throbbed there in time with her heart. Without conscious thought, Carrie wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer to where she needed him. Dylan moaned into her mouth, and his tongue courted hers in time with his hips, as he ground himself into her.

His erection hit her in just the perfect spot, and her breath came in short pants as her pleasure inched up with each stroke. When she couldn’t breathe, she dragged her mouth from his and threw her head back. His lips latched onto the side of her neck and he sucked her there. Carrie moaned loudly, thrusting her hips against him, reaching for the release that was just out of her reach. “Oh, God, Dylan…yes, make me come,” she whispered hotly.

His fingers dug into her right hip, as he continued to suck her neck. “Lord, woman…I want to fuck you right here on Penny’s counter,” he growled into her ear, increasing the pace of his thrusts.

That was the hottest damned thing Carrie had ever heard. The only place she’d ever made love was in the bedroom. Behind closed doors. Most of the time with the kids rattling the doorknob, or yelling for her. Just the naughty image of doing it right here that flickered through her mind, sent her tumbling over the edge.

About Becky McGraw:

Becky McGraw is a married mother of three adult children, and a Southern girl by birth and the grace of God, ya'll. She resides in South Texas with her husband and dog Abby.
A jack of many trades in her life, Becky has been an optician, a beautician, a legal secretary, a senior project manager for an aviation management consulting firm, which took her all over the United States, a real estate broker, and now a graphic artist, web designer and writer. She knows just enough about a variety of topics to make her dangerous, and her romance novels interesting and varied. Being a graphic artist is a good thing for her too, because she creates her own cover art, along with writing the novels.

Becky has been an avid reader of romance novels since she was a teenager, and has been known to read up to four novels of that genre a week, much to the dismay of her husband, and the delight of e-book sellers.

She has been writing fictional short stories and novels for fun, as well as technical copy for her jobs for many years. She was a member of the Writer's Guild on AOL, as well as a founding member and treasurer of the first online chapter of the Romance Writers of America, From the Heart Romance Writers. Currently, she is a PAN member of RWA and a general member of FTHRW.


You can find Amazon Bestselling Author Becky McGraw at:
www.beckymcgraw.com
beckymcgrawbooks@gmail.com
facebook.com/beckymcgrawbooks



Texas Trouble Series by Becky McGraw:

Book #1 - My Kind of Trouble (Cassie & Luke)
Book #2 - The Trouble With Love (Sabrina & Cole)
Book #3 - Double the Trouble (Karlie & Gabe)
Book #4 - Looking for Trouble (Jess & Wade)
Book #5 - Trouble in Dixie (Katie & Tommy)
Book #6 - Asking for Trouble (Jazzie & Beau)
Book #7 - Chasing Trouble (Jenny & Chase)
Book #8 - Here Comes Trouble (Terri & Joel)
Book #9 - Worth the Trouble (Ethan & Roxanne)
Book #10 - Royal Trouble (Wes & Leigh Ann)
Book #11 - Trouble With The Law (Trace & Veronica



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Lana's Awakening #newrelease #darknovel #SatSpanks

Hi guys! I hope you all had a good holiday this past week! I've been MIA for some time now and I do apoligise! I'm back with a new release! Lana's Awakening It is a dark story (Please read the warnings) but the preview isn't ;) A good spanking in the preview for you! I hope you enjoy!  Buy Link: Amazon (Please read the warnings)  His hand on the small of her back told her he was ready, gently holding her in place with the warmth of a deep embrace. His free hand slid behind her, his fingers protruding past the paddle’s handle, gliding lightly across her skin. The first swat stung deep, sending rapid shockwaves through her body, and causing her skin to tingle ecstatically beneath the paddle. Her legs began to tremble immediately as she allowed her head to hang motionless beneath her.

“Thank you,” she managed, trying to make the strain in her voice sound, at the least, like it originated a bit more from pain than pleasure. But was often a trick harder than she could manage. All he had to do was let one finger slip, and touch her there, and he would know damn well how much she liked it. A second swat came harder than the first, sending an echoing ‘smack!’ bouncing off the walls before returning to her welcoming ears. Saturday Spankings is a weekly blog meme devoted to spankings. Authors who write spanking stories post an excerpt from one of their books. Be sure to click through the list at the bottom of this post to read excerpts from all the participants. If you tweet, you can also follow the posts on #SatSpanks. Don't Miss the other Participating Authors!

#MWTease from @kristinelyon19 #darknovel #Lana'sAwakening #spanking

Hiyah! I hope everyone had a great holiday! I've finally come up with a proper title and got my cover for this dark story and would love to know your thoughts!
  Anyway! Here is the mid week tease! Be careful! It's a spanking! 
“With everything else so perfect,” he began, his eyes unable to hide the playful smile behind them, “I find myself wondering if you did it on purpose.”

There was no need for him to explain; they both knew perfectly well what he meant, just as they both knew perfectly well she had indeed done it on purpose. But still, the game had to be played out.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, Sir.”

“Of course. When you have cleared the table, bring it to me.”

She wasted little time finishing her dinner and clearing the table. The dishes rinsed and put in the dishwasher to be completed, she went o the bedroom and retrieved the thing he wanted. Or perhaps more correctly, the thing she wanted.

It was called The Merciful One, a wooden paddle small enough to be used by one hand, light and thin. Smaller than one which might be found in a principal’s office, but more sturdy than those which came with a string and ball attached. She had made it for him, at his request, and from her own experience, she knew it was perfect. It stung like a son of a bitch when applied properly, but at the same time, it wasn’t heavy enough to not cause an actual injury.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said as she placed it in his waiting hand. Lana then pulled the only other chair from under the table and placed it in the center of the room. This one he had crafted for their special sessions. Once a hard backed dining chair, he had removed most of the back. Now, above the chair’s seat, only the two supporting posts remained, along with the very top plank of what had once been the back support. Sitting in the chair, the remaining support would touch her just below her shoulders, but she never sat in the chair. It was designed specifically for two positions. One was the main reason for the chair’s modifications. If she lay on the chair, with her head and shoulders between the supports, it was the perfect size to allow her knees to be pulled up over her head and tied to the top, leaving her in the most intimately vulnerable position. The second use for the chair was what it was to be used for this night.

Lana lay sideways across the chair’s seat, resting her stomach on the soft padding, her arms and legs dangling from either side. She waited as patiently as she could, but with some difficulty. He would take his time because he knew she wanted this. He would tease her before he began. It was more torturous than anything he would do with the paddle itself. The thought of asking him to hurry never entered her mind. The wait was hell, but what a delightful hell it was. Her dark prince knew her sins and exactly how to celebrate them, incorporating her punishment into her heavenly reward.

His hand on the small of her back told her he was ready, gently holding her in place with the warmth of a deep embrace. His free hand slid behind her, his fingers protruding past the paddle’s handle, gliding lightly across her skin. The first swat stung deep, sending rapid shockwaves through her body, and causing her skin to tingle ecstatically beneath the paddle. Her legs began to tremble immediately as she allowed her head to hang motionless beneath her.

“Thank you,” she managed, trying to make the strain in her voice sound, at the least, like it originated a bit more from pain than pleasure. But was often a trick harder than she could manage. All he had to do was let one finger slip, and touch her there, and he would know damn well how much she liked it.

A second swat came harder than the first, sending an echoing ‘smack!’ bouncing off the walls before returning to her welcoming ears. Even the sound of the paddle as it quickly reddened her ass caused a barely controllable urge to beg for more. A third swat, then a fourth and fifth came in rapid succession, stealing any delusions of control from Lana’s body, her mouth. She moaned loudly as Sergio applied the wood again and again, any semblance of displeasure lost to her completely. When she felt the handle of the paddle placed into his left hand on the small of her back, she could not hold back the whimper.

“Yes,” she said, knowing he would now know her desire, her appreciation. His finger slid effortlessly inside her aching opening, the sopping sound it made only heightening her desire, her need. A second finger found no further resistance than the first, as he quickened the pace, plowing his fingers inside her again and again. It was only when a third finger was added, that the pace slowed, her pussy tightened around him hungrily.

His left hand left her back and found her hair, pulling her head backward towards him, holding her in place as his hand plunged deeper into her. When his thumb extended and pressed against the darker opening between her legs, she thought she might lose consciousness. But he didn’t push it inside, merely applying pressure, teasing her with the thought of being penetrated in both openings at once. He knew she loved it; she had made it no secret, and while she would never ask him for it, she did everything she could to let him know she wanted it every time. The absolute lack of control, the purest form of submission in her eyes, she readily made no complaints when her asshole was violated. She craved it as much as anything else.  Well, with all that said... check out some of the amazing authors! Be sure and stay tuned for more information about Lana's Awakening!

The Good Girl by Dawn Robertson and Lily White Review

Title: The Good GirlAuthors: Dawn Robertson and Lily WhiteRelease Date: May 22, 2014 Buy the Book Amazon Summary: School from nine to four.
Bartending from nine to two.
Wake up and do it all over again.
All while depending on no one but myself…
because everyone in my life has repeatedly let me down.

I cling to the one thing that will always remain a constant in my life: Art.
Body art, photography, painting… you name it and my interest is piqued.
Almost as strong as his interest in me.

I wanted nothing to do with him
But he was the type who took what he wanted.
His hate became his obsession
And his obsession became so much more.

I am his good girl
And I wonder if he'll ever let me go.

***Content Disclaimer - This book contains descriptions of violence and is only intended for mature audiences 18 years of age and older***  My Review:Wow! I really don’t know where to start with this book! It is dark and twisted and downright brutal but somehow the authors make it hot. I did not know what to expect when the two authors came together to write this dark story. All I know is that they nailed it. It was easy for me to tell (as an avid reader of both authors) who did which parts and they both did a fantastic job.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m used to the dark nightmarish worlds that Lily creates but then that crashes with the HEA loving Dawn you get a wonderful dark book with a stunning HEA that no one expected!  The world these two authors create together is so unique, bringing two monsters together to help save each other was an interesting idea that they totally pulled off.

I highly recommend The Good Girl to anyone who has that inner bad girl who loves dark reads that will keep you thinking for days!

Cover Reveal Lana's Awakening

Title: Lana's AwakeningAuthor: Kristin ElyonGenre: Dark with minor BDSMRelease Day: May 30 2014

Summary:When Lana Martin is kidnapped and thrown into a world of darkness, she is forced to do many things she otherwise would have never considered, the most horrible of all being to take a deep long look at herself. What she sees scares the hell out of her, and those around her. Sex for her is quickly transformed from the mundane to a dangerous way of life.

Something dark is awakened inside of her, an unknown desire, an insatiable hunger for a master to use her for his pleasure. Her need for submission takes her down a winding path of pain and pleasure, as she comes to grips with her carnal lust, and her need to have it satisfied. Her captor awoke a sexual beast he hadn’t expected, and no one is prepared for Lana Martin.

About the Author: During the day I work as a graphic designer. I'm also a college student who loves zombies, vampires, and werewolves. Anything supernatural I am drawn to along with Starbucks frappes! I spend my free time watching Breaking Bad, The Vampire Diaries, The Walking Dead and True Blood.

My favorite genre to write is erotica and it's strongly recommended by my readers to make sure you have your sham wow panties on because my stories will leave you with moisture in the very best of places.
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