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Man Candy Monday – Men in Kilts

.. and so it begins. A new era on my website. I’ve decided I need to dedicate more time to the blog, and make it about more than just my rambling thoughts or promo. I submit for your approval:

All of these pictures were liberated from various sources on the internet. If you own them and want me to not use them, please be sure to comment. I will remove them.. sadly. They’re just so pretty, aren’t they?

And seriously.. who would argue with that?

For my inaugural Man Candy Monday, I’ve decided that it will be ALL KILTS!

But first, I need to go take a cold shower. ;)

When You Were Mine (Second Chances 2)

In honor of my new release, I spent the afternoon slaving away. When You Were Mine (Second Chances 2) has an official book trailer! Keep in mind, this is a work in progress at this time because I’m awaiting a cover.

Without further adieu, my first book trailer!

Author Spotlight – Evelise Archer

I’ve got a brand new (for me) guest, Evelise Archer here, talking about her latest work, Tiara’s Golden Submission. This sexy BDSM tale is part of the 1Night Stand series.

 

On the cusp of turning fifty, Tiara, a submissive without a Dom or husband, desired to return to the lifestyle. Placing her destiny in the hands of Madame Eve and the 1Night Stand Service, will Tiara find all that she seeks? Or will a past love interfere with her future plans?

Excerpt…

“You still got it, girl.” Admiring her lithe and toned body in the full-length mirror, she donned the silk robe left on a hook.

She folded and stowed her costume on the chair so when she returned to the bathroom it would be readily available. Stepping into the dimly lit hallway, Tiara followed the recessed lighting located in the floor to where a DM stood ramrod straight, muscular arms crossed over his chest.

“You may enter.” He held the door open for her and followed her in. “Please remember to utilize your safewords, if necessary. Yellow to slow down and red to stop. If at any time you feel unsettled or unsafe, this button will send a signal to me, and I will enter immediately to stop all play. Do you understand?” The DM pointed to the panic button.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Enjoy.” Without a glance backwards, the imposing DM vacated the room. Stripping off her robe, she folded and left it on a chair for later.

The walls of the Doctor’s Office were a pale pink with brown accents. Her eyes were drawn to the intricate examining table with fur-lined stirrups at the base. The table appeared to be disjointed to allow for adjustable angles. She ran her fingers along the wardrobe cabinet, dark cherrywood sanded smooth to the touch. A queen-size bed, also dark wood, sat in the far corner. She stood at parade rest, eyes downcast.

Get to know Evelise…

An avid reader and story teller, wife, mother and educator, Evelise is living her dream with her loving husband, dog, and three children who visit often. Fueled by desire for a strong cup of coffee and a passion for literature, Evelise can be found reading her favorite books on her e-reader or in front of her lap top spinning her next erotic M/M tale.

Find her here…

Evarcher5@gmail.com

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http://www.pinterest.com/evarcher5/

https://twitter.com/EveliseArcher

http://sexyforreview.blogspot.com/

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https://www.goodreads.com/Evelise

https://www.google.com/+EveliseArcher

https://www.tsu.co/evarcher

Amazon Author Page http://goo.gl/O9MqZJ

Author Spotlight – Amara Lebel

Today I’ve got the wonderfully talented Amara Lebel on my blog talking about her newest release, Betrayal. It’s the very sexy follow up to Denial, and the second book in The Unrequited Trilogy.

 

Following the difficult trials leading to their newfound relationship, Tristan and Joshua thought things would get easier. They had fought their dark pasts together, and made a vow to never allow them to control their lives again.

Now a whole new kind of complication has arrived to test their loyalty and trust. A sexy complication in the form of Logan Mclean.

Lust, lies and emotions run rampant as the Scottish businessman wedges himself between the lovers. Have Tristan and Joshua truly laid the ghosts of their pasts to rest, or will they allow another’s desires to ruin everything? For in this ever growing world of emotion, one step can lead to either complete happiness, or an ultimate betrayal.

Story Excerpt

It had been over two weeks since Tristan Bailey had flown down to Ohio to retrieve his man. A fortnight spent in his arms, naked and sweating. Joshua was insatiable. He left Tristan weak and breathless each and every time they had sex. The man knew how to make him beg, groan and cry out in pleasure. Joshua Malone was a demon, his wicked mouth, talented hands, and beautiful cock all used to fry Tristan’s brain cells and turn him into a needy puddle of lust. Damn, the things that man had done to him. Half of it should be illegal, yet Tristan could not get enough! Joshua was an addiction.

Why, just this morning the sexy bastard had introduced him to his brand-new favorite game, “Dirty Would-You-Rather.” Who knew that depraving a childhood game could be so much fun? Each question asked had led to some serious admissions of dark fantasies, which led to hot and heavy fondling, which eventually led to a few rounds of who-can-fuck-the-hardest! Tristan groaned internally at the memory of Joshua bent over the edge of the bed, pert ass in the air as he fisted the lush rug, desperately trying to keep himself steady as Tristan fucked that gorgeously tight ass of his.

“Mr. Bailey?” Skye’s sugary voice pulled him from his sordid thoughts. The expression on her beautiful face telling him she was not amused. “What do you think about Mr. Mclean’s proposal?” She motioned across the table with her eyes, the threat of a slow death in them obvious. What was she so annoyed about?

With a frown, Tristan turned back toward the man in question. He was staring at him with an amused glint in his eyes. “Are ye back with us, Tristan?” The rough Scottish brogue went straight to his groin, stirring emotions in him that Tristan easily ignored. The guy was good-looking. Tall, dark and mysterious with wavy chestnut hair and green eyes. He had broad shoulders and a tight body which was emphasized by the cut of his grey suit, the wry smirk on his luscious lips alluring. Normally Tristan would have been all about seducing the gorgeous Scot, but now that he had Joshua, all else paled in comparison. Joshua owned him, body and soul, and Tristan would never do anything to jeopardize that, so Logan’s sex appeal dropped from a ten to non-existent.

“Forgive me. I think I returned to work too soon following my accident.” Rubbing the nape of his neck Tristan glanced from Logan to Skye, offering the latter an apologetic smile. Damn, he really needed to get his head in the game. How many more times today did he have to space out before his lovely assistant slapped him, hard? Glancing at Mclean, he smirked arrogantly. “Do you mind if we reschedule?” Skye rolled her eyes knowingly, but nodded as she began to pack away her notes.

Logan, however, looked less pleased. “Ye know I’ve tae be back home in two days’ time. After that, you’d be coming tae Arran tae see me.” He arched one dark brow, his thickly-lashed eyes never leaving Tristan’s face as he waited on a reply.

Fucking hell, he forgot all about Logan’s time restraint on this business trip. The man told them repeatedly that the deal would need to be carried out quickly, as he needed to return home as soon as possible. Asking him to remain another day was rude, but Tristan couldn’t seem to make himself care. He was selfish where Joshua was concerned, and as a businessman, Logan should be used to these kinds of delays.

“How about the same time tomorrow? I promise to have you at the airport on time.” Tristan prayed the Scot would agree, for there was no way in hell he was going to leave Joshua’s side for any length of time to go to Arran. Just being at the fucking office was murder.

Logan eyed him for a long, uncomfortable minute, those murky green eyes scanned his face for something, but Tristan didn’t know what. “Will the celebratory meal continue as planned tonight?”

Tristan nodded once. He had totally forgotten about that damn meal. There would be no delaying that, so hopefully Joshua would be free to attend with him.

“Okay, same time tomorrow, then. You’d better be here and ready tae do this, Bailey. See you later tonight.” Without another word, he stood and walked from the room, his silent assistant tight on his heels.

Heaving a sigh, Tristan sank back into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. What was wrong with him? There was nothing stopping them from signing the contracts now. Except his libido, that is.

“Logan, wait!”

But it was too late, the doors had closed and the two men were boarding the elevator. “Fuck’s sake! What is wrong with me?” Groaning, Tristan collapsed back into his chair. He was just waiting on Skye to give him an earful, but it didn’t come. Prying one eye open cautiously, he chanced her wrath. Yet, instead of the harpy he feared seeing, he found himself frowning at the smile curving her black-painted lips. “Ah, to be in love. How does it feel, boss man?”

Tristan closed his eyes again, ignoring her and earning a smack to the forehead. “Hey! That’s classed as abuse in the workplace. A sackable offense, I may add, Miss Thompson,” he drawled as he fixed his eyes on his assistant. It didn’t faze her in the slightest, however.

“What-to-the-ever, old man, now spill. Tell me all about your sexy soldier.” Tristan chuckled at her outburst as he sat up straighter, a fond smile curving his lips as thoughts of his Joshua drifted through his mind. “Where to start?”

©Amara Lebel. Siren Publishing, Ltd. 2014.

Adult Excerpt

Joshua sighed contently as he held him tight. “Damn, T, I have missed you.” At those words, Tristan fused their mouths together in a hard kiss. It was almost desperate. All he wanted to do was feel, taste, and smell his lover. He wanted to drown in the man he loved and forget everything else that had happened over the past few days. Tristan never wanted to think of Logan ever again, especially now that he was back where he belonged, in Joshua’s arms.

As if sensing his thoughts, Joshua held him tighter, deepening their kiss as he walked them backwards into the sitting room. Tristan went willingly, stumbling over whatever was on the floor until the backs of his legs hit the couch. Not once did they break their kiss as they took the time to relearn each other’s bodies, peeling away clothing to caress smooth, warm flesh.

Tristan groaned into his lover’s mouth, their tongues duelling for supremacy as the kiss became more heated. It felt divine, a balm that soothed his anxious mind. He never wanted to keep anything from Joshua, yet he feared losing him over what had happened between him and Mclean. Considering his past, it would be difficult for his man to think on anything else, and that was something Tristan could never fault him for. He should stop this and tell him the truth, yet he was a selfish bastard, and as Joshua tugged him tighter into his embrace, Tristan pushed those horrid thoughts aside and lost himself in sensation. Kissing his lover fiercely, he groaned and gasped, their teeth clashing as they devoured each other. He wanted to taste every inch of this man before him, and would have done so if Joshua had not broken the kiss to drop to his knees.

Tristan watched on bated breath as his zipper was lowered to release his stiff rod, his shaft clasped gently in a sure grip. He loved it when Joshua treated him to one of his amazing blowjobs, but right now, all he could think about was either being buried balls-deep within his man’s tight ass, or vice versa.

“Damn, baby, no! I just want—”

His words died in his throat as the hot cavern of Joshua’s mouth engulfed his cock completely, his lust-fogged mind urging him to relax and enjoy. Tristan grunted, reaching for his lover’s head as he began a slow roll of his hips. “So good, Joshua! Always so damn—”

Pleasure shot through his shaft and balls as blunt teeth caught the swollen head of his cock teasingly. Glancing down at his man, he smirked at the challenging glint in his blue eyes. “You are so fucking hot, baby. I love seeing your greedy lips wrapped around my cock.” At his husked words, Joshua sucked hard, his lover’s cheeks hollowing as he did so. “Dammit!”

Joshua teased him with that wicked tongue, massaging the underside of his shaft before pulling back completely. Tristan was about to voice a complaint when the base of his cock was gripped hard. Joshua smirked up at him, stroking his throbbing rod before sucking one of his balls into his talented mouth. The way he worked him had Tristan thrusting forward harder than before, the ruddy head of his cock caressing his man’s cheek.

“You always taste so damn good, T,” Joshua purred in that sexy, deep voice of his as he once again took Tristan into his mouth. It felt amazing, the slick glide of his lover’s hot lips and tongue as he suckled gently, his deft fingers reaching up to squeeze and massage Tristan’s damp sac before easing down to probe his puckered hole. It was too much.

“Ah, fuck, baby. Don’t tease me.” On a groan, Tristan arched backward against those eager fingers, tightening his grip on Joshua’s hair as the tip of one finger breached his ass. Panting hard, he let his head roll back against his shoulder, his body heating as his man continued to lave and suck his hard cock. He couldn’t take any more. If he didn’t stop it now, he would come in that welcoming mouth.

“Baby, please, I can’t—” Tristan grunted as blunt teeth scraped the underside of his shaft once more, sending a shudder throughout his entire body. “Fucking hell!”

Grabbing his man’s shoulders, he pulled him to his feet and captured his lips in a fierce kiss. Joshua chuckled against his mouth, his large hands trailing up Tristan’s back to cup the nape of his neck possessively. Taking control once more, he spun Tristan around, then pushed him forward to kneel on the arm of the couch.

“I’m going to drive you wild before giving you what you want, T. I’m going to fucking savor you.”

Joshua’s voice grew thicker with every lust-coated word he spoke, his warm, callused hands caressing Tristan’s naked back and ass as he parted his cheeks slowly. Anticipation had Tristan mewling like a horny housewife as he waited for what he knew was coming next, and on the initial contact of his man’s hot tongue on his puckered hole, he jerked off his perch on the couch.

Joshua growled low in his throat as he gripped Tristan’s hips hard and forced him back into position, his tongue delving deep instantly. Tristan cried out, fisting the couch cushions as his lover kept his word and drove him insane. He fucked him with fingers and tongue, stroking his shaft in the same languorous rhythm, making him ache deliciously.

“Joshua, please…I’m going to…fuck, baby, I need to come.” Was that pleading voice really his own? Tristan was surprised at how needy and desperate he sounded. He would never have allowed anyone to do this to him in the past, never would have given up control so easily. Yet this was Joshua, the only person to have ever reduced him to this, and it made Tristan love the gorgeous, sensual man all the more.

©Amara Lebel. Siren Publishing, Ltd. 2014.

 

About Amara…

Amara Lebel is a new author from a small town in Ireland where she lives with her hubby and gorgeous family. A huge fan of all things male, and considering that she is a little perverted, she often found herself lost in her own depraved mind. Fantasizing about steamy scenes of male love, sensual encounters, and so much more. With a little encouragement she eventually put pen to paper, and now takes pride in sharing her erotic stories of forbidden lust and enchanted romance with her fellow depraved sensualists.

Email: amaralebel@gmail.com

Author Website: http://amaralebel.wix.com/amaralebel

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Author Spotlight – Kelsie Belle

I’ve got the always delightful Kelsie Belle on my blog today talking about the latest installment of her scorchingly sexy paranormal series, The White Witch’s Legacy. If you haven’t started this series yet, then absolutely add this to your TBR list. It’s available tomorrow!

PRE-ORDER!

AVAILABLE: Tuesday, March 17th

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, March 24th

Haunted by the curse of a tormented past, Damien Thorn doesn’t believe love and a happily-ever-after is in the cards for him. A witch hunter and slayer who despises everything that has to do with witchcraft, he finds himself in a very uncomfortable situation when he has to help his adopted brother find his mate’s sister, who happens to be a witch. Soon, just a sniff of Saige Callahan’s peculiar scent has him panting after her and wanting things he vowed he would never want from any witch. Never did he expect to be drawn to her the way he is and he’s determined to stay away from her, even if it killed him.

One look at Thorn’s luscious physique has Saige convinced that she has to have him, even if it’s just for one night. But how can she even get close to him if he’s determined to hate her at all costs? Can she cast a spell on this jaded shifter to make him see that all witches weren’t created equal?

Story Excerpt

A sudden movement in the bushes made her snap back to reality with a little jump. Biting back the sudden pang of fear, she forced herself to remain still and listen for a moment, but she didn’t hear the peculiar sound again. She expelled a breath of relief, realizing that her mind was probably playing tricks on her. In any case, it was perhaps time to get out of the water now. God only knew how long she’d been in here already. She hurriedly made her way to the riverbank, drying off and dressing in record time. But as she was gathering her belongings, she suddenly heard the movement in the bushes again.

Another jolt of fear coursed through her, and she had to force herself to tamp it down. It was probably just an animal passing by, or maybe the tree branches rustling in the breeze. Absolutely nothing to be afraid of. She hurriedly began to make her way back to the campsite, moving her feet as fast as she could and looking about her wildly despite her efforts to remain calm. She was still several feet away from the cabin when a low growling made her stop dead in her tracks.

Fear made her throat constrict like a closed-off tunnel when she noticed a pair of gleaming amber eyes peering at her through the darkness. The rumbling growl sounded again, louder this time, and then the owner of the eyes began moving closer toward her. The crunching of leaves under the creature’s feet resounded in her ears like firecrackers. She could tell it was advancing on her, but she still couldn’t make out its figure in the dim moonlight. She had no idea what it was, couldn’t decide whether she should turn and run or stand her ground and try to fight it off.

Instinctively she began moving backward, calculating her best options for escape as she did so. At that moment, the animal made a sudden pounce, and she finally got to see what it was in a thin glimmer of the moonlight—a humongous black cat. Shocked, she opened her mouth to scream, but no sound escaped. Without another thought, she spun on her heels and made to run in the opposite direction, but before she made even one step, the cat was in front of her again. What the hell? Is there more than one of them?

“Stay back!” she yelled, crouching to find something on the ground to defend herself.

The cat just growled again and began stalking toward her once more.

“Shoo! Get out of here!” she tried again, waving a stick she’d picked up. Still it came at her.

She backed up some more, inching away from the animal as cold dread settled in her stomach. Soon her back was pressed up against the trunk of a large tree, and the cat was right in front of her, its amber eyes piercing her in the darkness. What the hell was she going to do now? This creature could tear her to pieces in less than a minute.

“Nice kitty,” she whispered, her voice shaking under the stress of her fear. “Are you hungry? I ha-have food…W-would you like something to eat?” God, I must have lost my mind! Talking to a wild animal like it was a house pet was definitely sheer insanity.

Just when she thought it wasn’t possible for her to be any more petrified, the animal suddenly began shaking, and then something completely unbelievable happened—it transformed into a very large man right before her eyes. Saige’s heart immediately jumped from her chest to her throat, blocking off the scream she desperately wanted to let out.

The man cocked his head to one side, his amber eyes gleaming in the moonlight just like the black cat’s had, and whispered, “Don’t you know it’s not safe for little girls to go off into the woods all by themselves?”

That was the last thing Saige heard before she crumpled to the ground in a dead faint.

Adult Excerpt



Within seconds, he closed the distance between them without even using his supernatural speed. He got to her just as she pushed the door to the cabin and made her way inside. He was right behind her, reaching for her arm and kicking the door shut with a resounding thud. Saige yelped and spun around in surprise, clearly unaware that he was so close. Not giving her a chance to recover, Thorn caught her to him, his strong arms holding her steady so she wouldn’t fall. Their eyes met and held, and in an instant, he could see an echo of the lust that had been plaguing him, swimming in her gorgeous hazel-brown gaze. The beast almost roared with satisfaction.

“I want you,” he told her, his voice a rough, grating whisper.

She gasped, her eyes going wide for a moment before her brows knitted in obvious confusion. He watched her throat work as she swallowed hard several times before she was able to speak. “Um…wh-what?”

He lowered his forehead so it was resting against hers, running his hands up and down her arms as he did so. “You heard me. I’ve wanted you from the second I got a whiff of your scent back in Crest Hill. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Dammit, woman, I need to have you.”

“B-but you said…I…I th-thought…” Her words came out in fits and starts, her puzzlement making it impossible to express her thoughts coherently. Thorn knew that he’d taken her by surprise, but at least she wasn’t saying no. God knew he would probably die if she did.

“Forget what I said,” he replied, his hot breath fanning her face as he pulled her even closer. “Forget everything except here and now. Except this.” Then his mouth was on hers, claiming her in a branding kiss that was both tender and forceful at the same time. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, licking into the hot, sweet depths as if his life depended on it. Leaning against the door for support, he let his hands slide down to cup her plush backside, crushing her slender body to his hard-muscled frame.

Saige moaned loudly as the hungry, passion-filled kiss continued indefinitely. Her knees were practically jelly by now, a potent desire pulsing through her body so powerfully that she could hardly keep herself upright. It was a blessing that he held on to her so tightly, although the sinful promise of his massive cock at full mast, pressing into her belly, was doing little to quell the need that was now consuming her. She twisted her head to the side, changing the angle of the kiss, her hands finding their way between them to caress the solid plane of his chest.

As soon as her slender hands slid over his pecs, Thorn groaned, pulling his head away from hers to break the kiss. He could smell her arousal now. She was wet for him. He knew she was. He didn’t need to ask if she wanted this as much as he did. In one deft move, he relieved her of the T-shirt that separated his skin from hers, baring her naked flesh to his hungry eyes. A lightning bolt of desire zinged through his hot blood, right down to the root of his cock, the moment he finally saw her lush curves completely bare.

“Fuck, you’re spectacular,” he whispered, bending to place butterfly kisses on her collarbones down to the soft rise of her plump breasts.

Saige whimpered, arching her back and throwing her head back. It was all the invitation Thorn needed to close his hot mouth over one protruding nipple, sucking on the hard tip gently before laving it with his tongue. Liquid heat rushed to the center of Saige’s body, pooling in her core and dripping from her pussy as his mouth worshipped her breast. By the time he switched sides, she was literally trembling in his embrace, her pussy clenching and releasing wantonly.

“Mmm, yes,” she cried softly, writhing against his mouth. “God, I need more. Please, more.”

Thorn straightened instantly, his amber eyes finding hers. “Are you sure?” he asked, needing to confirm that this was indeed what she wanted, even though her body had already given him his answer.

Saige licked her lips, her throat going dry under the withering heat of his lustful stare. She was helpless to look away, and she knew without a doubt that there was no turning back now. She wanted this—she wanted him. How or why didn’t matter two hoots. All she knew was that tonight, he would be hers.

Nodding slowly, she held his gaze with hers, refusing to look away even as the hunger she saw in its depths threatened to scorch her. “I’m sure,” she whispered finally. “I want you, Thorn.”

Instantly a low, feral growl erupted from Thorn’s chest, and he grabbed hold of her waist, spinning them around abruptly so that her back was against the door and his huge body was pressing her into it.

“You better hold on then, kitten,” he whispered against the crook of her neck. “’Cause there’s nothing I want more tonight than to be inside you.” With that, his mouth crashed down on hers again, his tongue delving inside to mate with hers.

Author Spotlight – Emma Anderson

Hi there! I’ve got the lovely Emma Anderson with me today. She’s talking about her latest release, Devil Takes His Innocent.This sexy vampire thriller is sure to hit the spot if you’re craving paranormal alpha’s.

 

Devil Torments is a vampire living in a world where one man’s weakness paves the way for another man’s gain. When a gambling addict offers his daughter as payment for his debt, Devil accepts. Sex without strings is exactly the way he likes it. Love is a concept for fools, the ultimate weakness. Little does he know, he’s about to meet his mate…

In order to protect her best friend, nurse Gabby Winters must bow to her abusive father’s demands and offer her innocence to a stranger. She never expected to feel anything, let alone find herself irrevocably tied to the man. But can Gabby learn to accept that Devil’s scars run deep, and the love she’s spent her life secretly yearning for is forever out of reach?

If Devil thought that keeping Gabby at arm’s length would keep either of them safe, he was dead wrong. When danger lands at Gabby’s feet, it’s up to Devil to pick up the pieces. Will he come to realize that love isn’t a weakness and Gabby is his greatest strength, before it’s too late? Or will he lose the most precious gift of all?

 

Still not sold? Check out this excerpt:

“What the fuck!” Devil shouted once the woman had left the office. To say he was furious would have been an understatement. Murderous thoughts ran wild through his mind.

“Who the hell told you she was a call girl?”

“I’ll give you one guess.”

“That asshole Harrison.”

Devil picked up the photo Jeffrey Harrison had given him. Only this time, his eyes saw something they had failed to earlier. The picture depicted the same woman from tonight minus the makeup. Her beauty and innocence shone through. How could he have missed it?

 His murderous thoughts changed slightly. Instead of just killing Jeffrey Harrison, he planned on torturing the asshole first. What kind of father would sell their innocent daughter to pay off his gambling debts? No matter what sins he had committed, and the list was long, Devil knew that he would never contemplate such a thing. Yes, Jeffrey Harrison would pay for his crimes, and Devil would be the judge, jury, and executioner.

Though Devil had to concede that Jeffrey Harrison wasn’t the only one responsible for what had happened tonight. Devil had been just as responsible. He had been so wound up lately, that he hadn’t taken the time to appreciate this beautiful woman for what she was. Had he done so, he no doubt would have recognized the signs of inexperience and sent her away before he ruined her. Or at least recognized what she wasn’t, a call girl. He too needed to make amends, only it was for his stupidity and impatience.

As soon as he had seen the woman, he had become hard. It had been a long time since his cock had appreciated a woman so instantly. Her curves were on display in that tight little dress she wore. He’d dragged her into his hotel room, desperate to hide her amazing body from passersby. He wanted to be the only one to view such a delicious sight. She reminded him of the women from his youth. They enjoyed their food too much to worry about what they looked like. He rued the day that body image became an important factor in a woman’s life. Now, the first woman to pique his interest in a long time, and look at the way he had treated her. It was an error he would make amends for, but first he needed more information.

“I say you get that fucker on the phone and let’s hear what he has to say for himself,” Viper said, his fae yellow eyes coming to the forefront, highlighting what his body language failed to. He was pissed. He was known as Viper because he struck his prey hard and fast; they never knew what hit them until it was too late.

Devil followed Viper’s advice, and a few seconds later a ringing tone could be heard through the phone’s speaker. “Hello,” came the wary greeting.

“Harrison.”

“Um, yes, Mr. Torments. Was there a problem with Gabriella?” The man’s question had Devil emitting a low, menacing growl.

“Yes there’s a problem. She’s not a call girl like you insinuated.”

“Um, yes, well,” the man muttered down the phone.

“What did you tell her to get her here?” Devil demanded.

“The truth! It’s not like she’s innocent,” the man scoffed.

“What the hell did she ever do to you to gain such disregard?” Devil asked, furious at this man’s attitude toward Gabriella.

“She existed,” the man replied with venom in his voice. “Do you have any idea how difficult she made my life once my wife found out about her? Her presence all but killed my wife.”

Hearing enough of this man’s viciousness, Devil stated, in a voice that left no room for argument, “Tell me everything you know about her! Then you will stay out of her life. You will have to clear your debt with us without using your daughter any further. Do I make myself understood?”

The truth was, the money meant very little to him at the moment. Revenge was the only course of action in Devil’s mind. By the end of the phone call, he had this guy’s slow death all planned out. But first he needed to make things right with Gabriella. She deserved nothing less, and so much more. 

Get to know  Emma:

One day my prince charming came along. He just took a wrong turn, got lost, and was too stubborn to ask for directions. Well that was how my first date ended up with a special man, who is now my husband. Yes, you read correctly, I married him and haven’t regretted a minute. Thirteen years later, I have two wonderful boys (three if you include hubby, which I often do) and I’m following my dreams of writing romance books with HEAs, thanks to my supportive family.

I started writing several years ago. Mainly children’s books for my boys. Those will probably never get published. Then to quote Martin Luther King, “I had a dream!” As a rule I never remember my dreams, but this one I did, and I wrote it down. And the rest as they say is history. I currently have five books published and another due out in the next couple of weeks. At this stage they are all paranormal. What can I say? I love the big predatory mythological creatures so to offer them their own happy ever after was the least I can do.

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An Exclusive Sneak Peek…

Here’s a sneak peek of my latest novel, When You Were Mine, due for release on April 9th, 2015. (It’s unedited, so be kind!)

 

Desperate for Jamie to touch something more vital, Cora rocked her hips against him and whispered, “Touch me.”

“Soon,” he said, as his hand coasted lazily back up her rib cage.

Cora let out a shuddering breath when eventually he grazed his fingertips over her tight nipple. She bit down on her lip as he continued to trace around it lightly. When he gave it a pinch, she couldn’t help the gasp of pleasure.

His eyes dark with pleasure, Jamie said, “Shh, baby. If you’re not quiet, then I’ll stop.”

The ache between her thighs only intensified at his warning.

He continued to pinch and stroke her nipples, his touches becoming less gentle, until she was on the verge of coming apart from his hands on her breasts alone. When he finally released her hands and cupped her aching pussy, he let out a soft groan.

As he dipped his fingers between her drenched folds, he said, “Oh, sweetheart. You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”

On edge, Cora nodded. All she would need was a gentle rush of air against her aching clit at this point.

“Not yet,” Jamie said as he sank two fingers deep inside her.

Cora let out a breathless gasp of protest and then bit down on her lip to keep from crying out as he began to steadily fuck her with his fingers.

“Can you wait? Can you do that for me?” Jamie asked as he slid his free hand around to cup the back of her head.

 

Author Spotlight – Tina Donahue + Contest!!

I’ve got the always lovely Tina Donahue with my today talking about her latest release, Freeing the Beast. This story follows Becca Salt. Her business is magic. The only place she can’t seem to find any? Her bedroom.

 

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Magic is Becca Salt’s business, but it ain’t happening in her bedroom. The half-witch proprietress of From Crud to Stud performs miracle makeovers for paranormal creatures. Once she’s done with them, they’re out the door hunting for hot babes, not hanging around for a too-curvy, plain Jane like her.

Her newest client is hot, hung, mouthwatering perfection. What could she possibly improve upon?

Eric Diletto. Descendant of Cupid, bred for courtship, courtesy, and all that other gentlemanly junk. What has it gotten him? Dumped time and again for bad boys. He needs Becca’s help for an entirely different reason—regression therapy to release his inner beast. Grrrr.

Two potions later, they’re crawling all over each other. Becca aches for a man who loves her as she is, not because he’s under the influence. But Eric isn’t as impaired as she thinks. And he intends to take Becca here, there, and everywhere—anything to convince her his desire isn’t just the potions talking.

Product Warnings

 

A witchdoctor’s nightmare. Contains potions with weird side effects, a sorceress with limited magical skills and a yearning heart, plus a minor god who wants to get down and dirty. Bad, bad boy!

 

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And now a steamy excerpt…

Heat and humidity poured inside, along with the racket from the street party. Drunken voices mingled with throaty laughter, pounding drums and trumpets reaching then holding their highest notes. Becca’s pulse thumped in her ears, drowning out the other sounds.

Damn.

The guy who’d come inside was something. At least six-three, he had the build of an athlete, lean and muscular with broad shoulders, narrow hips and powerful thighs. Without meaning to, Becca stepped closer, drinking him in. Classically handsome, he wore his hair preppy style, longer on the top, shorter on the sides. It was a warm chestnut brown streaked by the sun and slightly tousled, begging for a woman’s fingers to smooth it back.

 

Becca brought down her hand, suddenly realizing she’d lifted it.

His golden complexion spoke of days spent outdoors, possibly skinny-dipping in a pool, water streaming over his firm pecs and abs, being trapped in his nest of dark curls…his rock-hard cock jutting from it, inflexible as iron, sleek as a spear. Suppressing a shiver of delight, Becca took in his leather loafers, beige khakis and white shirt opened at the collar with the sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm.

Masculine yet civilized. Very nice.

Zoe, you did good. Aw, sweetie, more than good. She deserved part ownership in this place for having done such a fantastic job on him. This guy had been made over to the nth degree from…

Becca wasn’t certain what kind of demon he was, or his level in Hell, never having met him before the makeover. Maybe that’s why he’d taken so long to get here. He couldn’t pull himself away from the god he now saw in his mirror.

While Becca ogled him, he regarded the reception area’s feathery ferns and potted plants as though seeing them with different eyes. A mortal’s eyes. The room’s faux brick floor, coral walls and gas wall fixtures radiated warmth, an earthy, sensual feel in keeping with the area’s culture.

It was also decidedly romantic.

And the reason most of these guys signed up. They were having problems with babes and wanted a solution, even if it was painful.

Hissing noises came from behind a door on the right. On the left, a muffled groan sounded faintly sexual.

Could be that was why this guy was late. He’d already seduced a babe and had been reluctant to leave her.Becca glanced at his fly, the thick ridge behind it. Some women had all the luck. She, on the other hand, had a business to run.

Reining in her desire, she joined him in the reception area. “Do you have any idea how late it is?”

He turned. His attention zipped from her flame-red hair, cut in a chin-length bob with bangs, to her dramatic makeup. Heavy black liner surrounded her blue eyes. Her maroon lipstick was just a shade lighter than black and quite a contrast to her pale skin.

He lifted his eyebrows slightly, then regarded the black silk top tied beneath her breasts, her silver navel jewelry, black harem pants, anklets, toe rings and high-heeled sandals.

Even at five-seven, and with the extra three inches the shoes gave her, Becca felt positively dainty next to him. Quite a feat considering she’d always been too tall and curvy. In school, they’d called her the f-word.

Well, fuck ’em, right? So she’d never be skinny or a beauty. Not like her mom. Unfortunately, Becca took after her dad. A great guy, but no hunk in the looks department.

“We can’t wait forever,” she said. “Let’s go.”

She headed down the hall. Hearing only her footfalls, Becca stopped and looked over.

He hadn’t taken one step in her direction. He was far too busy studying her ass. Intently. Appreciatively…if his crooked smile was any indication. How awesome was that?

Was it something Zoe had taught him?

“You coming?” Becca asked.

He actually blushed beneath his tan. What appeared to be carnal hunger blurred his expression as he regarded her. “Where?”

His voice was even deeper than the howlers that came here for treatment. Way huskier than Zoe’s when she got riled. Becca moved toward him again, drawn by his potent masculinity, until she forced herself to stop and pointed over her shoulder.

He approached with the grace of a well-behaved panther. Loose limbed and composed, not cocky or predatory. Shit. Zoe was a miracle worker.

“Sure,” he said.

Becca swallowed. His eyes were the color of honey with flecks of green. Given his laugh lines, he looked to be in his early thirties—if she was using mortal time—just a couple of years older than her.

Not that their ages mattered. Why should they? Once his photo shoot was over, he’d be gone. Back in bed with his babe.

“There.” She pointed to the side, trying not to drool over him.

He kept checking her out too and gave her another crooked grin. “There what?”

Damned if she knew. His adorable smile continued to tangle her thoughts. Becca lowered her head and took a deep breath. “Door on the right. Go in that room. Take off your clothes. I’ll get the photog—”

The rest of her words and all the spit in her mouth dried up as his fingers curled around her wrist, keeping her from moving away.

He murmured, “What?”

That voice. His touch. Her knees sagged. With great effort, Becca turned back to him.

He gave her a questioning look and waited.

Becca wanted to ruffle his long, dark lashes, kiss his silky eyebrows, then suck his lower lip into her mouth while she crawled all over him. “Briefs or boxers?”

He pulled back slightly, but didn’t let go of her wrist. “What?”

She cleared her throat. Her voice still jiggled and rasped. “What are you wearing? Briefs or boxers?”

He looked down as though to check. “Boxers.”

“The stretchy kind or the baggy ones?”

He let go of her wrist. “They’re not that baggy.”

Hmm. She’d hurt his feelings. A nice human touch Zoe must have taught him. Like having him stare at a female’s ass, rather than simply grabbing it, to make her feel sexy and desired. “I’m sure they’re not. Still, we prefer the snug ones.”

The kind that would hug his fleshy balls and caress his rigid cock. On wobbly legs, Becca went to the hall closet and pulled out a navy pair.

“Here.” She flung them at him.

They landed on his deliciously broad shoulder.

Becca backed away. “Strip down, then put those on. We can’t screw around any longer.”

“Sure about that?”

About Me (You know you want to know!):

I’m an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, and Kensington. Yay! Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised my work, and trust me, I’m forever grateful for that. I’ve had my books reach finals in the EPIC competition, one title was named Book of the Year at a review site, and others have won awards in RWA-sponsored contests. I’m actually featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Talk about feeling like a freaking star. Before my writing career, I was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. Outside of being an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, I’ve flown a single-engine plane (scary stuff), rewired an old house using an electricity for dummies book, and have been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally whenever I’m eating anything Mexican or Italian. Yeah, I like to eat (burp).

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I’m offering one winner her (or his) choice of THREE of my backlist ebooks from this list:

1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT

2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit

3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award

4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT

5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT

6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller

7. Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books

8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR

9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR

10. Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book

11. Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR

12. Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times

13. Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures

14. Losing Control – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads

15. Shameless Desire – Four and a Half Stars – The Jeep Diva

16. Illicit Intent – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads

17. Deep Within Me – Four Stars – Romantic Times

18. Seven Sensuous Days – Four Stars – Long & Short Reviews

19. Stolen Desire – Five Hearts – Novel Broads

Author Spotlight – Suzy Shearer + CONTEST!!!

I’ve got the absolutely splendid Suzy Shearer here with me today talking about the most recent novel in her new series, Dark Desires. Her Cravings Mastered will be released 7th March. There is 15% discount until 14th March. Get your copy at Siren Bookstrand!

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[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, shibari, spanking, flogging, sex toys, HEA]

When Jessica Williams escaped an abusive relationship with a sadistic Dom in her late twenties, she vowed to never get involved with dominant men again. For the past fifteen years she has never had a relationship. Instead she dates meek, mild, safe men who she knows can never satisfy her—but at least she knows they can’t dominate her.

Estranged from her father, haunted by her past, filled with fear—can she ever learn to trust again, to love again?

But now she has met Aiden Dowling—a confident, attractive Dom.

Can she allow one man to control her again and hope that he won’t abuse that trust?

Jessica has buried the pain, the humiliation, and the abuse so deep even she won’t believe it. Now she has to decide whether it’s time to either come face to face with her fears and her past or else ignore the chance of happiness Aiden offers.

For your chance to win an ecopy of Her Cravings Mastered plus an ecopy of book 1- Whipped Delights – just check out the rafflecopter at the end of this post.

STORY EXCERPT

“Ah, Ms. Williams.”

A man stood.

Jessica felt it immediately as he moved from behind an enormous desk, to stand in front of her, his hand outstretched. He moved toward her and as she grasped his hand she felt a shock of electricity.

“Lovely to meet you.” His voice was deep, rich and very sexy. “I’m Aiden Dowling.”

She licked her lips as she shook his hand and said ‘hello’.

Suddenly she had the urge to take the pins holding the tight severe bun in place and shake her hair free. To undo the buttons on her crisp white shirt. He was sex in the flesh and she was reacting all the way from her toes to her hair. Between her legs, a sudden ache developed and she knew she was getting wet just seeing him.

Aiden Dowling towered over her, he looked to be around 6’8. She knew from the company website that he was fifty-two but he looked younger. She could see he was muscular. His body had that grace of a well-toned athlete. His hair was cut short at the back and sides but the top was longer with a cowlick that fell forward. She had the urge to brush it from his forehead. His face had a rugged beauty. This man wasn’t classically handsome instead he exude power, strength and confidence. He had a chiselled jaw, a firm chin. Although he was clean shaven, there was a hint of a ‘five o’clock’ shadow.

But it was his eyes that held Jessica spellbound.

They were pale green and Jessica felt they saw her as she truly was. They tore passed the cool facade she wore and instead delved deep into her soul.

It shook her.

The power he exuded was on so many levels—business, confidence, domination and sexuality.

This man would take no prisoners. He would over-power any opposition. He would stalk his prey and make them his own.

Jessica knew instantly that she had just become his prey.

He led her to a setting of low slung sofas and asked her to sit. She felt trapped. She felt this was beyond her control and from this point onward her life would never be the same. They both sat, Jessica putting her case alongside her seat. A knock on the huge doors and the stern woman entered with a tray. She poured out coffee for Aiden and then one for Jessica before setting the tray on a table and leaving the room.

“So Ms. Williams I’m looking forward to working with you.”

Jessica was sure there was a double meaning to his simple sentence. She smiled and tried to look relaxed despite her heart beating so fast.

“And exactly what is it that you need Hard Bytes for Mr. Dowling?”

“Aiden. Please called me Aiden.”

She acknowledge his request with a nod. As she watched he immediately slipped into business mode.

“I’m concerned about the safety of our designs. Recently another company produced plans so similar to ours that I wondered if we’d been compromised. I don’t have to tell you that in this, and any business, espionage is alive and well.”

“Do you suspect one of your staff or are you concerned with your actual computer security.”

“The computers.”

“Okay. My staff and I will need access of course. I have prepared a contract for you to read, basically it says we promise not to reveal anything to anyone but you and-or your nominees. We also promise to advise you of all security problems we discover and suggestions on how to solve them. If you choose not to take our advice and are in anyway compromised, basically then that’s your problem.”

She opened her briefcase and pulled out the document, handing it across to him.

“I’ll get my legal team to look over it.”

“I’m guessing you want us to start as soon as possible?”

“Of course. I’ll arrange for security passes for you and your team.”

“Can you hang off on that? One of the first things we like to do is see just how secure your building is. I know you have guard at the front gate, how do your staff enter?”

“There’s a separate entrance for staff. They have swipe cards. They are logged in and out the building. Any doors have a swipe security lock. The cards have a photograph of the employee, their name. Each one has both a barcode on it and the magnetic security strip for door access.”

“Right.”

“We also have smart cards for those who work in specialised areas. So those employees, as well as having the swipe technology on their card, also have a memory chip embedded into them for additional security.”

“I have something to start with then. Do you have the details of your computer systems? I asked your CEO, Trevor Ward to have them when we arranged the appointment.”

He pointed to a folder on the table.

“All in there.”

“Thank you.”

Jessica took a mouthful of coffee. She noticed her hands were unsteady. This man was getting under her skin. He looked over his coffee cup at her and she was sure he knew exactly how she was reacting to him. She took another mouthful and put the cup down, picking up the folder.

Opening it, she glanced down at the contents. Everything she’d asked for was there. For her own safety she wanted to get out there as quickly as possible.

“I’ll ring Trevor and arrange things with him.”

“No. I’ll give you my number.” Jessica looked at him startled then dropped her eyes. “You’ll deal directly with me Ms. Williams.” The look he gave her was dominating.

“I’ll be in charge.”

In the pit of her stomach, Jessica felt a sudden jolt at those four innocent words. Visions of lying bound underneath him flashed across her mind. She could almost feel his hands running across her naked body. She bit her lips and knew she had flushed.

She looked at him. He raised an eyebrow and gave a slow sexy smile.

He knew!

ADULT EXCERPT

He watched her face, suffused pink with arousal. The mark from the bastard almost blending with her excitement. He’d fingered her after clamping those tits. She was soaking, he loved it.

What to do to her?

He pulled a chair over, sat down and lifted one of her legs, placing her foot on the chair beside him. That was better, now he had better access, a better view. She wavered a bit as she gathered her balance but he was so proud, she hadn’t opened her eyes or dropped her hands.

He only had to bend his head slightly and taste her. He loved the rich creamy taste of her. Sweet, thick. He relished her, licking and slurping as he drank her juices. She was trying to keep quiet but he could hear her soft little mewls. He grinned to himself as he drank.

He pushed two fingers inside her delightful cunt.

Looking up he caught her smile.

“Answer. Who owns this cunt?”

His voice sounded gruff to his ears.

“You, Sir!”

Tell me again.”

“You own my cunt, Sir.”

“Damn right I do!”

He spread her juices up and down from her arse cheeks to her clit. He watched her face, her eyes tightly closed. This was the final trust, the one he been working toward for many months. To have her with her eyes closed, as if she wore a blindfold.

He pushed a finger into her cunt while he went back to sucking her clit. He felt her move her pelvis closer to his mouth, He decided to ignore that transgression. With his fingers well lubricated from her, he rubbed them up and down, each time spending more and more time rubbing his thumb on her arsehole.

He wanted to prove to her being deprived of sight could be a wonderful experience. That the horrors she suffered were nothing like the delights he could give her.

She was subconsciously moving her hips more and more as his mouth continued sucking and nipping. He used his other hand to hook and rub her g-spot. Pushing one then two fingers into her. The thumb continued pressing against her arse.

He’d reminded her of her safe word, told her if she felt fear she could open her eyes and she wouldn’t be punished.

A third finger went into her cunt. He began moving them in and out, his mouth trying to match the rhythm. She held her hips close to his mouth, trying to get him to do more. He obliged. He began taping the g-spot, wriggling his fingers, pushing his tongue into her then sucking her clit.

She moaned.

That was his signal. He pushed his thumb against the tight rosette. It slid partly inside. She tensed then relaxed as his tongue and other fingers continued. A little more he pushed a little deeper in. He taken her in the arse a few times and knew how much she enjoyed it. After being reminded today of what that bastard had done to her, he wanted to remind her of how much she enjoyed having her arse filled the right way.

Her moans were getting louder. She had forgotten his order to be silent but he didn’t care. He wanted this, wanted her to forget everything but her body’s sensations. His thumb was into the first joint. He began moving it in and out. He changed to insert a few fingers.

She began to move in the same rhythm.

He fucked her arse with his fingers and her cunt with his fingers and mouth. She tensed, he felt her foot alongside him curl into the seat, he glanced into her face. She scrunched it up, trying to concentrate on holding back her climax. He increased the speed of his hands.

Her groans were louder now.

He knew she was beyond control. Aiden decided this was it, it was time. He gave the order.

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Author Spotlight – Bella Settarra

I’ve got the absolutely fabulous Bella Settarra on my blog today talking about her latest release, Waiting on Summer. If you’re into suspense, feisty subs and sexy dom’s, then this may be the book for you!

After fleeing to Miami to escape her junkie ex-boyfriend, Summer Marsden finds work as a waitress upstairs in the swanky restaurant and gentlemen’s club, Collar and Cuffs. Although she loves the job, her big mouth gets her into trouble. Intending to resign before she causes more problems, she finds herself face-to-face with the enigmatic and dangerously handsome Nathan Faulkener.

Nathan irons out her problem and takes her downstairs to the Bottom Bar, which she discovers is actually an exclusive BDSM club within Collar and Cuffs. Nathan re-ignites her passion for BDSM, and their desire for each other explodes. He wants nothing more than to solve all Summer’s problems and give her the world, but she has secrets she’s never told, and a sordid, dangerous history that won’t stay in the past. When her ex shows up gunning for revenge, even Nathan might not be strong enough to save her…

Reader discretion: contains light BDSM, whipping, and spanking elements

About Bella Settarra…

Bella Settarra began writing for a living on 1st January 2014 after having to give up her full-time job due to the after-affects of breast cancer. She has always had a positive outlook and sthis as an opportunity to do what she really wanted to do with her life – write.

She has always enjoyed writing but had never actually submitted anything for publication before. After undergoing a rather gruelling and depressing medical procedure, her husband agreed to take her to a reader-writer event, which is where she met lots of other authors who encouraged her to try writing for a publisher. The event, aptly named ‘Smut by the Sea’ was mainly for authors of Erotic Romance and Erotica, something Bella had never contemplated writing before. However, on the long journey home she started to write a short story which grew into a novella. An author-friend offered to critique the first chapter for her and told her to send it to a publisher as she thought it was really good. The book was accepted shortly after and ‘Last of the Sirens’ became the first novel of a series of six!

After that series, ‘Sirens and Sailors’, she went on to write Cowboy Romances, which she loves. She currently has two cowboy series, ‘The Men of Moone Mountain’, and the more conventional ‘Midnight in Montana’.

Although still writing her cowboy stories, she wanted to write a story about people who work in a restaurant, which is a subject close to her heart. When she was younger, Bella wanted to go to University to study English in order to become a writer, but was told she couldn’t go, so was persuaded to go to the local Catering College instead. Although she didn’t much enjoy cooking, she loved working in the restaurant and went on to get several waiting on jobs before running a restaurant herself. She loved the camaraderie of the staff, and the ‘pomp and circumstance’ of waiting on. She has finally combined both her loves by writing a series, ‘Collar and Cuffs’ which follows the staff working in the restaurant of a swanky BDSM club – sex and food, what more can you ask for? LOL ;) The first book in this series, ‘Waiting on Summer’ released on 13th February 2015.

She hopes you enjoy reading her stories as much as she enjoys writing them, and would love readers to connect with her at bellasettarrabooks.blogspot.co.uk or on facebook.