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Guest Post with Ivory Quinn on SAFE WORDS

Hey all! I've got Ivory Quinn with me and she is going to spend some time chatting with us today about safe words. What they are and how to use them. Please feel free to bookmark this post to use as a reference if ever needed!  Take it away Ivory! ***
Hi all, Ivory here! I’ve been asked to write a guest post about safe words and the importance of them. It’s kind of a difficult topic to write about because it’s so intrinsic to the BDSM world and to the concept of power exchange as a whole.
 A safe word is basically a unique word that is agreed upon by all people partaking in any scene. If, at any point, any participant calls it out, whatever is happening at that time stops. Sometimes that means the end of the scene, sometimes it means a time out until the participant is ready to continue. It’s unique to every relationship. There is a traffic light system that is in common use in many places. Green is “I’m okay, carry on.” Amber is “I’m getting close to my limits, just fyi”, and Red is “Stop. Stop now”.

You’ll notice that I’ve used the word “participant” rather than sub or bottom. Tops/Doms can need or have safe words too. Just because they’re the dominant partner doesn’t mean that they don’t occasionally delve into things that are too deep and dark for them, especially in the early stages of a new relationship. There are times when a sub will come to you and ask you to do things that maybe you’ve never tried before or aren’t really sure how far to go with. Of course you can always just walk away and do something else, but perhaps you’ve been jarred out of the mood or you’re too distressed to continue. Tops are human. They make mistakes. Perhaps they lashed just a fraction too hard and drew blood where they didn’t intend to and it freaked them out. The key point of BDSM is communication. It’s all about communication. If you’re not happy and want out, safe word. From either side of the exchange.

There are only two basic rules regarding safe words. The first is that it should be something unique, something that you’re not going to call out by accident in the heat of the moment, but also not so unique or complex that you panic and then forget what it is. The second rule is that the power of the safe word is absolute. It doesn’t matter what’s happening, how involved people are, or what you agreed on before you went in. If someone calls a safe word, all play stops immediately and without any recourse.

If you safe word and the other person doesn’t stop, then you need to get out and get help. That person is abusive and not playing by the rules. I’ll repeat it again – the power of the safe word is absolute. There is no excuse for not respecting it. Any person that fails to obey it is abusive and you cannot make excuses for them, or expect them to play by the rules in future. There is no excuse for ignoring a safe word and in doing so, the sub’s trust can sometimes be damaged beyond all repair. If you cannot trust the person breaking you down with a single tail, the lifestyle suddenly becomes a very frightening and dangerous place. That’s part of what was so important about the scene at the end of Blue – he had to know that he could trust her enough to respect his safe word because his trust had been broken before.

The best kind of safe words are the ones that never get used. A good Dom will know you and should be able to read you well enough to skirt the edges of your endurance without going over. If a safe word does have to be used, there’s no shame in it for either side of the power exchange. It happens. People are only human. It’s okay to just dust yourselves off and try again.

If you’ve read my books, you’ll be thinking to yourself that it’s all well and good for me to talk about safe words when I clearly broke all the rules at the end of Redemption, when Noelle was in the play room. I have two things to say to that – the first is that it’s fiction. It doesn’t have to represent life in all its facets. The second is that there are relationships where safe words aren’t used. They’re rare and they require an insane amount of trust, but they’re out there.

These relationships are most commonly known as a total power exchange or TPE. The concept of them makes me uncomfortable for a lot of reasons, mostly because they’re too open to abuse and injury. That’s a personal opinion though. Take Noelle, for example, in that last scene of Redemption. She’s told Blue that she cannot accept anyone coming in her mouth. It’s a squick, one that she fears would make her vomit. In walking into that room without a safe word, there would have been no comeback on Blue if he had decided to force her to swallow. It was her choice to be there without any safety net to call a halt to proceedings. Not having a safe word makes you vulnerable to your nightmares. You have to trust the person you’re with more than you’ve ever trusted anything in your life to not take you further than you can endure.

In most D/s relationships, it’s actually the sub that has the power. They choose what they can or cannot submit to. At the end of the day, they can safe word and walk away at any point. In a TPE, the balance is shifted towards the other end of the spectrum. The power of the top is absolute. They can do what they like and the sub can cry and scream and ask them to stop, but the sub has no get out of jail free card. You usually find TPEs in couples that have been together a really long time, where they know each other’s limits probably better than they know their own. The sub has to trust absolutely that the top will never push them further than they can go. The top has to trust themselves enough to know that they would never take more than they should. It’s the kind of relationship that only works with two people that know themselves well and are confident in their love for the other.

I hope this has given a little bit of insight to those of you that were curious about safe words. They get mentioned a lot in novels these days, but they’re never really completely explained. This, of course, is barely skimming the surface of the emotional depths of safe words and the using of them, but I hope it’s been helpful!

Character Interview: BLUE from Darkness Falls by Ivory Quinn

Me:  Okay, Blue are you ready? I see that look you’re giving me. Would you prefer if I called you Master Blue? Yes? Err Master Blue it is then. Blushes I’ve heard a ton about you Master Blue and I appreciate you taking time away from Red and chatting with me for a bit. Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty. Ready for some deep, introspective questions?

Blue: More to the point, cupcake, are you ready to get up close and intimate with….my deep dark secrets?

Me: Why did that sound so....sensual? Duh talking to an experienced Dom... Breathe Kristin... Okay. Question number one. If I gave you an elephant and asked you to keep it a secret, where would you hide it?

Blue: If I told you that, I’d have to kill you. A guy has to keep some secrets and I’m really very good at it. It would hardly be a secret if I gave it away, would it?

Me:I guess that is the perfect answer. What is your favorite color for socks?

Blue: I try not to wear them often. If I have to, they’re usually black because that goes with everything.

Me:  Black does go with everything and its very slimming. Hmm. Do you prefer Boxers or briefs?

Blue: *smirks* neither. I like to be ready for action at a moment’s notice.

Me:  Oooo I should have seen that one coming. Flogger or Crop?

Blue: It depends on the circumstances. I’ll often use both and I like them equally. I’ll use a flogger for a warm up and a crop to either punish or take it to the next level with a sub I know can handle it.

Me:  I can’t believe I’m going to ask this but the readers want to know. What do you think of nipple clamps?

Blue: They’re a useful tool, especially in predicament bondage (that’s where you put the sub in a situation where if they move they cause themselves the pain.) My personal preference is rope. You can sandwich the nipples between taut ropes for the same sensory effect with a more aesthetically pleasing look visually.

Me:  I can't help that small shiver so I quickly change the subject. Does Red know you’re doing this interview?

Blue: Of course. We manage our schedules pretty carefully otherwise we don’t get enough alone time together. It’s important to us to be honest too. If I started being sneaky to cover my activities for whatever reason, I’d fully expect her to kick my ass.

Me: Do you prefer dogs or cats?
Blue: Dogs

Me:  Apart from Red, what other famous person would you like to get naughty with?

Blue: Red is my world. There’s no-one else for me.

Me: Awww! That's sweet! I'm happy for you guys! Tell us something we don’t know about Red.

Blue: Sometimes, when she thinks no-one is watching, she logs onto the internet and searches for heart-warming videos which she then cries over. I can’t for the life of me figure out why the hell she does it, but it’s cute.

Me:  haha That is certainly unique. I hope you comfort her after she cries. Hmm what about a fun one. What will I find if I look in your fridge?

Blue: Whatever Red put in there. Seriously, if a person is that good in the kitchen, you just let them get on with it without interference. My stomach thanks me on a daily basis.

Me:  Very good point there. What’s your worst quality? What is Red’s?

Blue: I still forget sometimes that I’m not in charge in our house. I make decisions or demands and it takes me a couple of seconds to realise why I’m getting my ass kicked. Red’s worst quality is that she can just totally cut your legs from underneath you. You’ll think you’ve done something for a perfectly legitimate reason and it’s like she has this weird freaking ESP or something. She’ll tell you exactly why you did it and it’s usually some insecurity or hang-up and you can’t even argue with her because you know she’s right. It’s like being on a permanent self-empowerment course or something.

Me:  What would you say was the best thing before sliced bread?

Blue: Leather. It’s been around since the Stone Age, right?

Me:  What’s the naughtiest thing you ever did as a kid?

Blue: I was like most boys – I just wanted to run around like a hooligan and build bombs. I stole a bunch of stuff from the chemistry lab at school thinking I’d figure out how to make fireworks and ended up burning down a summer house that probably cost more than the gross GDP of a small country.

Me: Wow! That sounds fun and slightly scary! I hope you didn't get into too much trouble. C’mon, Blue. ’Fess up. Just one little naughty bit. What is one of the super kinky things you want to do but have never been able to?

Blue: I don’t know if this is super-kinky or not (let’s face it, I’ve done just about every kinky thing out there), but lately I’ve been dreaming about fucking Red while she’s heavily pregnant. I don’t know…there’s just something about the thought of her being full with my child and vulnerable and so…just so womanly, you know? I just need to persuade her to get knocked up. Ha, it must be love!

Me:  I don't know about that haha. I hear that Ivory just finished up your book and I was very surprised by the girls. Do you know what Ivory is planning next? Will you be telling her more?

Blue: You were surprised? Not as fucking surprised as I was! Seriously, I never know what that woman is planning. I’m just glad no-one got killed this time around. I’ll always be at her beck and call but I hope she’ll let me settle down now. It’s about time one of the others caught some of the flack! I’ve been trying to persuade her to pick on one of the band members instead. Or maybe Storm. It’s about time someone took her down a peg or two. *Plots*…
 
Aww. I'm bummed to hear that you wont be having another book anytime soon but I doubt this is the last we will ever hear of you! You are too important in the series! Anyway, Ivory was kind enough to give us a snippet of Blue. Thanks for being here Blue!

“You know, it would probably help if we had sex again outside of the play room.” He said, with absolute seriousness. “It’s when you leave things to stand alone that your psyche builds them up. If we were to go back to the way we were before Sean, it would just be that one time we messed around together instead of that big emotional event in the dungeon that changed everything.”

“We did have some fun before Sean.” Her voice was soft and warm. “You were a terror, you know?”

“I still am. You’ve just been blind to it for a while.” Hooking one hand under her thigh and the other under her waist, he lifted her upright to straddle him on the sofa. “I could make you forget everything, Red.”

“I know.” Breathless from the sudden shift in position, she steadied herself against his broad chest and looked down into his eyes. “I just don’t know if I’m ready to forget yet.”

“You want to find out?” He didn’t wait for an answer. Her eyes were wide with humour and he could see the lust stirring in their depths. She didn’t need to suppress her emotions with the time it would take her to think up a response. He caught her face and crushed it to his, claiming her mouth with a fierce hunger that had been too many months in the building.

She gave in with little resistance, allowing him to plunder her mouth with wild abandon. She tasted just the way he remembered and her sweet, gasped moans as he dragged her across his thighs were like rocket fuel to his cock. He ached for her.

“Blue.” She dragged her lips from his. “Phone.”

“Huh?” Glazed with lust, he reached for her again but she pulled back further.

“My phone is ringing.” Her breath was uneven and a smile of pride spread on his face before he could stop it. He’d done that to her. The tinny and persistent music was finally starting to register on his consciousness.

“Ignore it.” He squeezed her hips.

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Positioning himself on his knees just outside of her left leg, he touched the wooden paddle against her bare flesh, measuring the proper distance to allow a smooth, comfortable swing. Satisfied he was in the best possible position Sergio pulled the paddle away from her skin and then returned it to its place with a fluid, crisp swing, sending a sharp report echoing though the room as the skin on her ass immediately began to redden.

Sergio saw her back loosen and swag downward as she relaxed her position, falling happily into the place she seemingly wanted to be for the foreseeable future. He steadied the paddle against her again, and then once more took a swing that resulted in that same echoing sharpness in the small room. He heard her whimper slightly and smiled knowing she was as intent upon more of the same as he was. His hand went further back and the paddle met her as with more force this time, forcing a cry to escape her lips that signified the pleasure had been equally matched with pain, so he repeated it again.

“Would you like me to stop?”

“No Sergio, please continue,” she pleaded.

“Call me Ser,” he corrected her.

“Yes, Ser of course, please pardon my infraction.”

Ignoring the request for a pardon, he happily obliged her first request, repeatedly striking her bare flesh with the paddle, stopping only when his arm began to burn from the energy he had exerted. He placed the handle of the paddle into one of her bound hands and generously applied lotion to her swollen ass cheeks, gently massaging them as he rubbed it in deep enough to help soothe some of the pain he had caused.
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An Interview with Master Leo! Yumm @ETiltonExp #bdsm #spankings #Leoscommand #1Click #giveaway

Hi Everyone! I've got a yummy treat for today! I met with Master Leo and he agreed to have an interview with me! Hint! He is the yummyness on the beautiful cover! Before we start the interview here is the book summary and the Amazon link! 
When twenty-three-year-old Kristen Harper peeks through a window and witnesses a man giving a woman a bare-bottom spanking, the sight ignites desires she has ignored for too long. After Kristen sees the same man get into a van with a company’s logo, she calls the company to make an appointment, hoping to experience for herself what she glimpsed in the window.

The man turns out to be Leo Hastert, one of the top trainers at the Institute, a place dedicated to giving women like Kristen exactly what they need. After her call, Leo visits Kristen’s home, spanks her long and hard, and takes her in all the ways she’s longed for a man to have her. Everything is perfect… until Leo informs Kristen that she can’t be his. What he can do for her, though, is take her to the Institute, where she will be fully trained as a submissive.

Kristen volunteers for the Institute, but she’s not ready to say goodbye to Leo, and as her training continues he is stunned by his intense and growing feelings for her as well. Can Leo stay professional and play his role in Kristen’s training, or will he decide that having Kristen as his own is worth any price? 
Okay, Leo are you ready? Oops. I see that look you’re giving me. Would you prefer if I called you Master Leo?

(laughs) Certainly. And, yes, definitely call me Master Leo.

Yes? Err Master Leo it is then. Blushes I’ve heard a ton about you Master Leo and I appreciate you taking time away from Kristin and chatting with me for a bit. Let’s get down to the nitty-gritty. Ready for some deep, introspective questions? Okay. Question number one. If I gave you an elephant and asked you to keep it a secret, where would you hide it?

I suppose I would tell you to get over my knee for a spanking, for thinking an elephant is an appropriate gift.

Looks away for a moment. Why is it suddenly getting hot in here? It it supposed to be an interview not anything else. Okay... Where was I? Oh yes. It was more of a fun question but I have to know...What is your favorite color for socks?

Red, like your naughty bottom is going to be when we get done with this interview.

He certainly isn't giving me anything else to think about is he? Mmm focus on the interview? Boxers or briefs? Crap! That wasn't a super important question...

Briefs. They tend to give a new concubine a better preview of what's coming to her.

I can imagine that would be helpful at times and distracting as well. Which do you prefer? Flogger or Crop?

Both: a trainer needs to be skilled in every implement, because each concubine needs different treatment.

That sounds about right. I'm sure you are a very good trainer. I can’t believe I’m going to ask this but the readers want to know. What do you think of nipple clamps?

That's the first intelligent question you've asked me. Nipple-clamps can be very effective on concubines in the right situation: they're a good reminder of whom her nipples belong to.

Ouch. Does Kristin know you’re doing this interview?

Of course. Do you know how many times I'm going to paddle you for asking such an impertinent question?

Laughs nervously I don't know how to answer that. Let us change the topic. Do you prefer dogs or cats?

Dogs, though cats often teach me things about dominance I didn't know--especially when it comes to the importance of appearing indifferent.

That is really interesting. I would love to explore that sometime... Apart from Kristin, what other famous person would you like to get naughty with? Please say me please say me...

You have no idea how many famous people I've been naughty with, sweetheart. They come to the Institute and ask for the top trainer. Really, though, they're the naughty ones--I just give them the discipline they crave.

Mmmm Get the attention off yourself. Don't think about that yummy discipline. Why don't you tell us something we don’t know about Kristin.

I suppose you probably don't know that she loves opera as much as I do. One of our favorite things is to spend a night in New York, attending the Met and then role-playing as the characters in an opera like Wagner's Tannhaeuser afterward in our pied-à-terre there.

Wow! That sounds like a lot of fun. What will I find if I look in your fridge?


Champagne and Pâté.

Gotta ask. What’s your worst quality? What is Kristin’s?

You're in a great deal of trouble for these questions, young lady. I suppose my worst quality is that I tend to defend myself against my emotions by becoming detached. Kristin, as far as I can tell, the most adorable girl I've ever trained, has no bad qualities.

Oops I hit a nerve. I didn't mean to. Maybe he will spank me at the end of the interview after all. Let's change the subject again. What would you say was the best thing before sliced bread?

Spanking. That's a silly question.

It wasn't. I swear. Why does he keep talking about spankings? What’s the naughtiest thing you ever did as a kid?

Oh, I think I stole a piece of candy once.

Only once? Such a good boy... C’mon, Master Leo. ’Fess up. Just one little naughty bit. What is one of the super kinky things you want to do but have never been able to?

Being a trainer at the Institute means that ALL your fantasies get realized, sweetheart. The kinkiest thing I've ever done, in that capacity? Probably the time the trainers decided to fuck all the concubines together, at once. We put them all over the long tables in the refectory side by side and went down the line. . . The rule was that you weren't allowed to come until your cock had been in every girl.

Now I know it is hot in here. That was insanely sexy but I totally can't say that. Hmm. Subject change! I hear that Emily just finished up your book and I was very surprised by that ending. Do you know what Emily is planning next? Will you be telling her more? I sure hope we see some more of you.

I've told Emily that she needs to take a break from the Institute, but I do know that I have a couple more stories ready to go from my days as a trainer and then as an administrator there--so stay tuned!

I'm happy to hear this isn't the end of you! Thank you for joining me Master Leo. Now Master Leo was kind enough to ask Miss Emily for a sexy snippet and you sure don't want to miss it! Buy links to follow. You don't want to miss this story!

Kristin’s knees felt so weak she thought she might fall down, right into him. The very thought of that kind of fall, of the way she would come up against his powerful chest, made her knees feel even weaker. At the same time she had to fight the urge just to let it happen, just to fall and let him take her into his arms and… what? Kiss her, or punish her? Make her do terrible things? She didn’t even know his name.

“P-please…” she whispered. “What’s your name?”

The man smiled, and the patronizing element of the smile made Kristin draw a deep breath at how insanely handsome he was.

“You may call me Master Leo, Kristin,” he said.

At those words, Kristin couldn’t suppress a little noise in her throat, the kind of noise she made when she played with herself, when she got so aroused she couldn’t even control her vocal cords.

Master Leo’s smile grew broader. “How does it make you feel to have a master, Kristin?”

Suddenly she saw his strong right arm move, and before she could have objected, even if she’d had the willpower, she felt his big palm on her bottom.

“Oh!” she said. “Oh… um… p-please…”

“Are you saying you don’t need a master’s hand on your bottom, Kristin? Because I’m pretty sure you do.”

“I… What are you doing?” Kristin heard the panic in her voice, though she felt strangely dissociated from it. He was lifting her dress, gathering it, so that her bottom, in her best black lace thong, would be exposed, and now his hand had returned and he was holding her there.

Kristin began to struggle a little, but Master Leo held her firmly and gathered her wrists into his left hand as his right rubbed her bottom gently, until, overcome, she had to give a little whimper of arousal.

“There we go,” Leo said. “You’re a good girl, Kristin.”

She made another little sound at that.

“Because you’re being a good girl, I’m going to tell you about what I really do, and then, if you keep being good for me, I’m going to show you, too. First, though, you’re going to tell me what you saw.”

Now Kristin didn’t hesitate. “I peeked through a window… I don’t even know why—I think it was because I thought there was a spanking going on, and… I just have a… a thing about… that.”

Master Leo turned her, and bent her over his left thigh. Oh, God… it’s not actually happening. Oh, God… Kristin’s mind raced as the world reoriented itself with the bending of her body by the firm hand of the man whom she had to call ‘master.’Then he gave her a hard spank, on her bare bottom, because the thong provided no protection at all. The first spank of her life. On her bare bottom. She felt the moisture gushing from her pussy into her panties and knew she had blushed bright red, at the feeling of his strong arms controlling her, punishing her, mastering her. Do you want to read more? I know I do! I loved this book and highly recommend it!! Get it now @ Amazon Seriously! #1Click now! Don't wait! Jeeze you made it this far? You are still here?  Well good job! You are awesome! If you leave a comment with your name and email I'll gift one lucky winner a copy of Leo's Command! ;)

Debt Inheritance by @PepperWinters #darkness #review #darknovel #epicstory #1clicknow

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 Blurb

“I own you. I have the piece of paper to prove it. It’s undeniable and unbreakable. You belong to me until you’ve paid off your debts.”

Nila Weaver’s family is indebted. Being the first born daughter, her life is forfeit to the first born son of the Hawks to pay for sins of ancestors past. The dark ages might have come and gone, but debts never leave. She has no choice in the matter.

She is no longer free.

Jethro Hawk receives Nila as an inheritance present on his twenty-ninth birthday. Her life is his until she’s paid off a debt that’s centuries old. He can do what he likes with her—nothing is out of bounds—she has to obey.

There are no rules. Only payments.

A modern day Dark Erotic Romance


Excerpt: Debt Inheritance: Meet Jethro & Nina

ONE - Nina's POV

“Huge disappointment, Ms. Weaver.” His cold glare sent a snowstorm wiping away the bonfire in my belly. “I’m done playing games, so cut the bullshit. Time to begin the day.” His voice gave no room for interpretation. A cold draft shot down my back.

My brief reprieve from debts and horrible Hawks was over. I’d been shown something I desperately wanted, but denied it because I failed to please him.

“You could teach me…show me how…” I couldn’t make eye contact with him. Mortification painted my cheeks for both admitting I was clueless and asking a monster to coach me.

Jethro laughed. “You think that will save you from what’s coming? Was that your little plan? To make me fuck you in the hopes I might feel something for you?”

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TWO - Jethro's POV

I stood up slowly, clicking my tongue. “Ah, ah, ah, Ms. Weaver. Don’t take that tone with me. You’re the failure. You’re the prisoner. You take what I give you. You do not assume to have any say or authority. That includes listening to everything I deem important to tell you.” Ghosting to a stop in front of her, I murmured, “Is that quite understood?”

I flexed my muscles, welcoming back the soothing chillness of control. I hadn’t liked stepping outside my confines of civility. Things got messy when silence was disrupted. Things got rushed when tempers rose and curses flowed.

And I didn’t want to rush her undoing. I wanted to savour it. Devour it.


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.


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“I own you. I have the piece of paper to prove it. It’s undeniable and unbreakable. You belong to me until you’ve paid off your debts.”
Nila Weaver’s family is indebted. Being the first born daughter, her life is forfeit to the first born son of the Hawks to pay for sins of ancestors past. The dark ages might have come and gone, but debts never leave. She has no choice in the matter.
She is no longer free.
Jethro Hawk receives Nila as an inheritance present on his twenty-ninth birthday. Her life is his until she’s paid off a debt that’s centuries old. He can do what he likes with her—nothing is out of bounds—she has to obey.
There are no rules. Only payments.
A modern day Dark Erotic Romance
My Review: Holy hot balls on a stick! I can’t say enough good things about this story! First of all this is DARK! Like hide under the blankets I want this to be over now dark and I loved every twisted and crazy second of it.

Yes, the book starts out slow but this is the start to an amazing series and all the information in this first book is super important so don’t give up and keep going. I promise the ride will be worth it! Now onto Nila and Jethro. Jesus! I’ve never seen so much intense chemistry between two people before. They hate each other they love each other. They want to destroy each other and they want to rip clothes off and ravish one another. This book was HOT and exciting and kept me on my toes. Be sure and have some extra batteries with you because Jet will blow your mind.

There is a major cliffie so if that bothers you then wait a little bit until the next one comes out. I know I just about screamed when the cliffie happened… but I will read this book over and over again! I loved it and highly recommend it!

Given to the Savage by Natasha Knight Review

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In the aftermath of a plague which brought civilization to its knees and left most of the world’s female population sterile, breeders—the few women who remain fertile—have become a precious commodity. Breeders live in relative comfort, but upon reaching adulthood they are tasked with bearing one child after another to carry on the species. Frequent medical assessments keep the breeders healthy and harsh punishments keep them in line.

As a breeder who has just come of age, Rowan knows she will soon be little more than a slave, but when she dares to resist her fate the penalty is severe. After a shameful, public chastisement and a thorough, humiliating examination to determine her suitability for child-bearing, Rowan is given to a savage from outside the community—a huge brute of a man named Silas—to be bred.

Against all expectations, Rowan finds herself drawn to her new captor. Brave, ruggedly handsome, and even kind at times, Silas is everything the men who enslaved her were not. When the time comes for him to breed her, despite the circumstances, something deep inside her begs for him to take her long and hard. But while she soon finds herself longing to be his forever, Rowan knows that eventually those who gave her to him will try to take her back. When that day comes will Silas fight to keep her at his side even if it means risking everything he loves?
My Review:

Wow! I think I have read every single one of Natasha’s stories and I think this one is one of my favorites. I read this book in a little under six hours straight. It was that addicting! I was hooked from the first page. Rowan is someone we can all relate with but what she goes through is something spectacular. It’s a whole new world that Natasha created perfectly.

The chemistry between Rowan and Silas is explosive. They both had their own reasons for everything happening and in the end well… I won’t spoil it for you but there are quite a few more explosions in the story as the breeder and the savage get to know each other further.

I loved this story and would LOVE to see more of Rowan and Silas. Natasha sets fire to the pages of the story as it heats up with intense spankings and sexy scenes. Fantastic story! Highly recommend for those who love action and sexy savages who want to spank you.

An excerpt from Lana's Awakening #publicplay #parkfun

This is a small teaser from after Lana's Rescue with Tink. ***
His hands found their way to her shoulders, separating at her neck and then rolling over the top of her arms and underneath each. He slid them down each side of her upper body, stopping at her waist before pushing them forward to meet at the point her jeans’ zipper joined together at the top. Upward his hands went, separating just enough so each actually missed an actual cupping of her breasts, but not enough to make them go untouched, then downward again, separating as he reached her waist again, each firmly sliding down the outside of each of her legs. His right hand left her right ankle and reattached to her on the inside of her left. Now both hands went up the leg, stopping painfully just shy of her crotch. The temptation of bending her knees enough to cause his hand to make contact through her pants with her ever moistening pussy was almost more than she could bear. But her hesitation lasted just long enough to allow him to repeat the process in reverse down her left leg. 
Straightening behind her, he stuck his fingers into each of her back pockets, pulling the cigarette butt from one and dropping it to the ground between her feet. She felt his hands return to her hip pockets before again separating, this time reaching around her and digging deep into her front pockets, pushing them inward until his finger tips met at the top of her pussy, the mere inner lining of the jeans between them. He pulled them back slightly and then plunged them in again, this time intentionally pressing against her clit, and holding there. The moan escaped her lips without any restraint, as much intentional as by accident. She wanted to make sure he knew she was done joking around. He apparently understood, as one hand removed itself from her pocket and came up between her legs, gripping, lifting her with its firmness. Again he held it there as she teetered on the back of the bench, her feet barely touching the ground, doing little to balance her. Most of her weight it seemed was concentrated through her pussy and was resting securely in his hand. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Then, his hand still holding her ass-up in the air, he spoke.
“What do you want more than anything else?” he asked.
***

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.***
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An excerpt from Lana's Awakening #spanking #bdsm

This is a small teaser from after Lana's Rescue. ***
“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 to 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 cause an actual injury. 
“Thank you, Sir,” she said as she placed it in his waiting hand.
***

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.***
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Goodreads http://bit.ly/XbW8z5
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An excerpt from Lana's Awakening #striptease #shaved

This is a small teaser from after Lana's Rescue. ***
She stepped back from him and began to undress, holding his gaze as best she could, while slowly losing the silk robe, the night shirt. She watched his eyes as she stood before him, vulnerable, and with the exception of her panties, naked. His eyes never left hers as she rubbed her hand slowly between her legs, her tongue licking her lips in anticipation, in hope. She slid the panties over her hips, letting them fall to the floor. Stepping out of them with one foot, she kicked them at him with the other, the black panties striking him softly in the chest before falling into one his hands. His eyes did fall from her gaze now, drifting to the cleanly shaven pussy between her legs. She had never shaved it herself. The only time that particular skin had seen the light of day was when the psycho had done it at his house. But Sergio didn’t know about that; she had kept it from him, along with a few other details, the night she masturbated for her dinner being one, for reasons she still didn’t understand. It wasn’t as bad as some of the things she had gone through, things he knew about, read in the newspaper for Christ’s sake. But he had never seen her pussy shaved. The hair had pretty much grown back by the time she had moved in with him. So he just stood there, looking at it, a look of bewildered puzzlement on his face.

It was a gutsy move, bordering on aggressive, something she wasn’t in the mood for, but she took a couple steps toward him just the same, allowing more of the light from the bathroom to hit her body. His eyes found hers again and he smiled.

“You like?” she asked, finding a newfound appreciation for the coyness in her voice. He raised the panties to his face and inhaled deeply, his eyes still frozen on hers.

“Yes, yes I do.”

***

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.***
Buy Links:Amazon http://amzn.to/1jJylAy
Goodreads http://bit.ly/XbW8z5
B&N http://bit.ly/1hKUddI