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Petal-Pink Diversion ~ Flash Fiction Friday: October 2, 2015
Friday brings us full circle to another slice of Flash Fiction Friday Heaven. Today's challenge is a gorgeous photo that sure makes me think. What about you? Here is my 100 word flash fiction. Now have visit to the other participating authors and see how inspired they were by this sexy pic. It won't take long...
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Petal-Pink DiversionI met her on a cruise I scheduled as a holiday diversion. I didn’t want to be alone but I wasn’t looking for love, either.
I booked a massage. She entered the room on a current of lavender aromatherapy and the muted lights, soft music—and her—changed my mind. The warm oil, on the tips of her skilled fingers, melted my resistance and I imagined her hands all over my body. A sound of longing escaped to reveal my desire.
“Roll over,” she whispered.
I complied as she dropped her starched smock.
Her erect, petal-pink nipples were…and she bent to kiss me.© Muffy Wilson
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AuroraRose Andromeda
Julez Morbius
Raven McAllan
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I booked a massage. She entered the room on a current of lavender aromatherapy and the muted lights, soft music—and her—changed my mind. The warm oil, on the tips of her skilled fingers, melted my resistance and I imagined her hands all over my body. A sound of longing escaped to reveal my desire.
“Roll over,” she whispered.
I complied as she dropped her starched smock.
Her erect, petal-pink nipples were…and she bent to kiss me.© Muffy Wilson

AuroraRose Andromeda
Julez Morbius
Raven McAllan

Published on October 01, 2015 21:00
September 29, 2015
Into The Flames: Firefighter Multi-Author Boxed Anthology Set ~ Authors: N.J. Walters, Desiree Holt, Cindy Specer Pape, Liz Crowe, Adele Downs, Sam Cheever, Nina Pierce & Olivia Brynn


BOOK SYNOPSISFirefighters. The word ignites bold images of heroes in dust covered helmets and ash stained turnouts who defy the odds and press on in the presence of danger.Men and Women of Valor. A dedicated brotherhood of first responders whose honor, strength, and courage overcome obstacles to save lives.Into The Flames. Seven NYT, USA Today, bestselling and award-winning authors offer romantic suspense, contemporary, historical, and paranormal tales of tough, iconic heroes who risk it all for their communities—but at the end of the day, seek the tender embrace of the one they love.JOIN US ON THE ADVENTURE…Rescue Me by N.J. WaltersWhen firefighter Frank Ellis rescues an old flame from a burning building, sparks ignite. He’ll do anything to protect her, even if it means she discovers he’s a mythical phoenix.Flashpoint by Desiree Holt...When everything explodesWhere There's Smoke by Cindy Spencer PapeFirefighting in the 1920's is dangerous business, but so is falling in love.FireBrew by Liz CroweFate throws them together. But the horrific memory of a fiery disaster could tear them apart.Hook Me Up by Adele DownsFiremen don't free cats from trees anymore—until a pretty schoolteacher gets trapped on a limb with her kitten and the county's hottest firefighter comes to their rescue.Slow Burner by Sam CheeverA love that burns slowly burns longest, creating the greatest heat.Uncontrolled Burn: A RISEN Team Novel by Nina PierceA woman forced to live a life she didn’t choose. A vampire bound by honor to protect humans. A deadly game of revenge that threatens both their lives…BUY & TBR LINKS




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Published on September 29, 2015 21:00
September 28, 2015
The Companion Series: One With the Darkness by Susan Squires @susansquires ~ Another New Release from Susan!


BOOK SYNOPSISNew York Times bestselling author Susan Squires invites you into the world of two lovers who share a seductive past and a dangerous desire…DIVIDED BY CENTURIESContessa Donnatella di Poliziano has power, beauty, and—as a vampire—eternal life. Her overwhelming regret is a mistake she made centuries ago when she chose not to transform her one true love, Jergan, into a vampire too. Donnatella’s choice has deprived her of the only true love she’s ever known. But just as all seems lost, the discovery of a 300-year-old note leads her to a gift left by her old friend, Leonardo da Vinci: a machine to take her back in time to rewrite the history of her heart…UNITED BY OTHERWORLDLY DESIREOnce back in time, Donnatella’s memory of the intervening years is lost. Yet when she sees the breathtaking barbarian slave, Jergan, from afar, she feels like she has always known him. The instant attraction she feels draws them together. For Donnatella, the romance is tantalizing, awakening a passion that feels both old and new. But as the two fall in love again, a new danger threatens to tear them apart. Now Jergan’s love for Donnatella will be tested in a most perilous way—and if he fails, the two lovers will be separated again…for eternity.“Squires combines extreme sensuality with dangerous drama.”—Romantic Times BOOKreviews “ONE WITH THE DARKNESS is one of the finest, innovative vampire novels I've read.” --Romance Junkies
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Published on September 28, 2015 21:00
Dreamscapes by @SexyMuffyWilson ~ Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser
Tantalyzing Tuesday and this photo moves me. Do certain images do that to you, too? What does this one do to you, for you? Well, in 200 words, I must tell you the story it brings to me. Several other authors have selected a photo that has moved them, too. Be sure and stop to visit them. They are sure to entertain.
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Dreamscapes
I am the night, and you—the galaxy of my life. Hold me as I lay my heart upon your breast and travel with me into the darkness of dreams and the light of hope. Release the sun into the fading day; give yourself into my heart and share the imaginings of lovers everywhere as they welcome the dark watchful eye of the night.
Share my dreams, ride my desires; come to me on prayers of love and longing. You are what I am, what I need to be to be whole as I come into you. We will soar the galaxy, riding comets of passion on rapids made of stars. Come dream the night away with me.
We will claim the sky and love among the Gods until the darkness fades and delivers a bright new morning.
We will slip along golden ribbons of sunbeams to dance between the sunflowers in beds of wooded clover. Make love with me to the rhythm of the Earth as the sun warms our hearts and souls.
Let me be your future, let me be your love.
I will cherish you forever or until the final star fades to black into Eternity.© Muffy Wilson
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Share my dreams, ride my desires; come to me on prayers of love and longing. You are what I am, what I need to be to be whole as I come into you. We will soar the galaxy, riding comets of passion on rapids made of stars. Come dream the night away with me.
We will claim the sky and love among the Gods until the darkness fades and delivers a bright new morning.
We will slip along golden ribbons of sunbeams to dance between the sunflowers in beds of wooded clover. Make love with me to the rhythm of the Earth as the sun warms our hearts and souls.
Let me be your future, let me be your love.
I will cherish you forever or until the final star fades to black into Eternity.© Muffy Wilson

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Kendel Davi
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Published on September 28, 2015 21:00
Broken Road by Addison Kline ~ Romantic Suspence Release

TITLE : BROKEN ROAD AUTHOR : ADDISON KLINE GENRE: ROMANTIC SUSPENSE





It is often said that time heals all wounds. The words are spoken like a promise... A vow. These words are said to people who have been beaten down to their lowest state. To the poor souls who have nothing left to lose. Whispered into the ear of a grieving daughter, told with a shrug to a man who has nothing left to live for.
These are dangerous people.
The down-trodden. The grieving. The ones who love more people dead than alive.
The words should never be uttered. Not to the ones who have no solid ground on which to stand upon, no rail in which to clasp. The white-knuckled moments of life have come to be expected rather than feared.
"Time heals all wounds."
The words are an insult. A slap in the face... and around here, they'll get you hurt. For Averi McClain and her husband Colt, there were few deeper insults.
In the wake of Black Horse's death, a war has erupted. The Seventy Devils are scattered and on alert, gnawing at the bit for the go-ahead to strike. They would not hesitate to spill the blood of anyone who stood in their way of recompense. They knew they would need to act fast if they wanted to come out on top. Colt was not the kind of guy that you slept on. He'd stop at nothing to protect his family and he was lethal whether he was heavily armed or going toe to toe, bare knuckled beat-down style. Colt did have Black Horse's blood coursing through his veins, after all. But then, so did Jimmy, and he is ready to show everyone that the apple didn't fall far from the tree... in fact, they appear to have formed on the same poisoned branch.
As leader of the Devils, Jimmy had seventy miscreants to do his bidding - and three goals in which he needed to achieve:
1. Avenge Black Horse 2. Kill Colt McClain and Randy Ford 3. Take Averi for his own
Jimmy has another thing coming if he thinks victory is easily won. Will Colt and Averi's broken road end in tragedy? Or will they be the ones to banish the devils straight to hell? When the demons of the past rise up, can Colt and Randy face them fearless and determined? Whatever happens, don't expect Colt and Randy to stand alone. Buckle up. The broken road makes for one hell of a ride.

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Addison Kline is an award winning, best selling novelist who writes mystery,psychological thrillers and romantic suspense novels. She lives inPennsylvania with her husband, their sons and two rambunctious dogs.Addison has had a love affair with the written word since before sheentered school. Her grandmother taught her the glory of taking anadventure in the pages of a book. When Addison isn’t writing, you canfind her reading, going for an adventure with her sons, or travelingwith her family.

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Published on September 28, 2015 21:00
September 27, 2015
Sexual Sorcery by C M Fontana @mystic_erotica ~ Release Blitz




Excerpt:By Saturday morning, Fredrick had still not had time to visit the agency to advertise for a new domestic servant, and he was becoming heartily sick of bread and marmalade for breakfast – or, indeed, for any other meal that he could not reasonably eat out. It was also an irritation that he had to answer his own front door, and now he found himself greeted at his front step by a small grubby boy, in bare feet and ragged trousers, presenting him with a sealed envelope.He took the letter, tipped the boy a coin, and closed the door.The paper was expensive, that handwriting feminine. Inside, a note simply read:Two o’clock. My carriage will collect you. We cannot have gaps in your education as a gentleman. Please be an attentive student. Such classes are not inexpensive.And that was all. He assumed that it was from Miss Wolseley, and resigned himself to having to follow her cryptic instructions. In the meantime, he thought, he would finish his newspaper, and then visit the agency to and see if they could alleviate his domestic difficulties.And so, soon after lunchtime, after a satisfactory visit to the agency he found on returning to his house a familiar carriage parked outside.“My good man, am I late?”“Not at all Sir,” the gruff coachman tipped his hat. “I’m early. Take your time, Sir. We aren’t due til ‘alf past.”Fredrick re-emerged promptly at two o’clock, and climbed into the carriage, and sat back while it bounced and swerved through the city’s congested streets. Out of the window he saw gentrified houses, and, as the traffic moved slowly on the main roads, although the journey was barely two miles, it took over twenty minutes. He was relieved to find that they stopped in a fashionable West End street.He stepped down from the carriage, and the coachman indicated the door across the road.He crossed the street and rapped with the brass door knocker.Promptly, the door was opened, and a short, grey haired maid opened the door.“Fredrick Clifford,” he introduced himself. “I may be expected?”“Of course,” the maid curtseyed, with a hint of an accent, perhaps Italian or French, and stepped back to let him in.She took his coat, hat and cane, and then led him up the stairs, and into a well furnished sitting room. Tall windows let light flood into the room through lace curtains, the room was decked with a range of plushly upholstered chairs and settees, the largest of which, unusually, seemed to be the size of a single bed, but with ornate arms and a high back.The maid motioned him to take a seat in a plush chair by the window. She assured him, “I will say that you have arrived,” and then withdrew.As he waited, he looked around. The décor was, the more he considered the details, eccentric.Not only were the chairs unusually deeply upholstered, and the main sofa far wider than was needed, but there were numerous sturdy hooks, which looked like they might have hung chandeliers before gas lighting was installed, both in the ceiling and also, inexplicably in the skirting board at the foot of the wall. There was also a faint but spicy scent in the air, which he suspected might be incense – an unusual scent to encounter outside of a High or Catholic church.The door opened, and he turned to see a tall, graceful woman step into the room. She wore a red silk robe like a dressing gown, and around her neck an ornate necklace of black beads. Her brown hair hung loosely in flowing curls, cascading over her shoulders, and Fredrick’s eyes were drawn further down, to the sides of her firm breasts, indecently visible where the two sides of the robe met.“I’m so sorry!” he instinctively stood up and turned his back on her, to stare fixedly out of the window.“And why, Mr Clifford, are you sorry?” The voice was soft, the accent unmistakably continental.“I am… that is to say…” He could barely hear her approach, her bare feet on the carpet. “Perhaps I should return when you are properly dressed.”Her voice, now just over his shoulder, chided, “Mr Clifford, I was told that you were a gentleman.”“Well, yes!” he replied, indignantly.“And is it polite, when a lady enters a room, turn your back on her, and then proceed to criticise her choice of clothing.”“Well, I… there is a question of what is appropriate!”“Your lessons today,” she corrected him, “are to deal instead with the question of what is courteous – gentlemanly. You may be quite right about what is appropriate. But this afternoon, that is not our subject.”To Frederick, what was gentlemanly and what was appropriate seemed intimately connected. But Miss Wolseley had, presumably, some purpose in sending him here.“I apologise,” he conceded, turning to face her. It would be a shame to argue with such an attractive hostess.She smiled and inclined her head. “Then shall we start again?”Fredrick nodded.The woman turned and walked softly back to the door. He watched her robe sway against her legs, and was impressed by her grace. She left the room, and shut the door after herself. Fredrick sat down again, and waited.After a minute, the door opened again, and the woman returned.Fredrick stood up, and stepped forwards to greet her. “Fredrick Clifford, Madam. At your service.”She held out her hand, palm down, and he took it gently, and bowed slightly as he motioned to kiss it. He could not help, bending forward, but appreciate the gentle curve of her breasts, barely draped in thin red silk.“Signorina Maria Cenci,” she replied with a hint of a curtsey. “Charmed to meet you, Sir.”
She motioned him across to the wide sofa, strewn with cushions, and when he sat she took a seat next to him. Her robe fell open at the knee, revealing her slender, pale calf, and Fredrick made an effort not to look too intently.The door opened again, and the elderly maid entered, carrying a tray, which she set down on the table by the settee.“Milk and sugar, Mr Clifford?” Signorina Cenci asked.“Please, yes.”“Tell me Mr Clifford, she asked, as she poured the tea and the maid withdrew, “how should a gentleman behave towards a lady?”Fredrick considered for a moment, and then, taking the cup and saucer offered to him, replied: “A gentleman should always be respectful.”“And why is that important?” she asked. And when Fredrick had no ready answer, she clarified, “Why should a gentleman be respectful to a lady, and not, perhaps, to a tree or stone?”“Obviously, trees and stones don’t have feelings!”“So when you say respectful, you mean that you should be aware of the lady’s feelings?”“Quite so,” Fredrick said, taking another sip of tea and then setting the cup aside. “The male is the stronger sex. It is our duty to protect, both physically and mentally, the frailer gender. It shows us to be civilized human beings, and not savages.”“And so,” Signorina Cenci asked, “you see that, if a man turns his back on a woman as she enters the room, she might be upset. In which case, the gentlemanly response is to greet her courteously, perhaps?”“I see your point, Madam,” Fredrick acknowledged, not wanting to argue.“But is it also gentlemanly,” she teased, “as you bend down to kiss her hand, to stare so intently at her breasts?”Fredrick blushed, “I am so sorry, Madam, I didn’t intend to.”She laughed, and stood. “Then shall we try again?”“Of course, if you wish.”She left her tea cup on the table, walked to the door, turned, paused, and then returned towards the sofa.Fredrick stood, stepped forward, and took her hand when she offered it. This time, as he bent and motioned to kiss her hand, he kept his eyes fixed firmly on the floor.Again Signorina Cenci laughed.“Mr Clifford,” she smiled, placing her hand on his arm. “Do you really think that if a lady deliberately appears dressed like this – ” she raised her other hand to her neck and let her index finger slowly trace a line along the hem of the robe, down her chest, over the mound of her breast “ – that she does not want to be admired?”“Really, Madam, I protest,” Fredrick sighed, “You say that I should not stare, and now you say that I should stare. What am I to do?”“Mr Clifford, you are to be a gentleman. You are to behave with consideration for the lady’s feelings.” Seeing that he was still confused, she continued. “If you stare dumbly at my chest – “ she turned slightly, so that he could fully appreciate the silhouette of her breasts – “I might consider the stare to be aggressive, or I might worry that you are no longer capable of rational thought. You are still capable of thought, Sir?”He raised his eyes from the curve of her robe, to look her in the eye again. “Yes, of course.”“But if you ignore me entirely, I might think that I have failed to impress you, or that you consider me ugly. You do not consider me ugly, do you?”“No! Of course not!”“Then, Mr Clifford, please, stop trying to guess what the rules are. There is but one rule to being a gentleman. Consideration for the feelings of the other person. And so, consider my feelings, and act accordingly.”“Very well,” Fredrick acquiesced.“Then shall we try once more?”She walked back to the door, and again turned to face him. She paused for a moment. “Are you ready, Sir?”Fredrick nodded.She ran her finger down the front of her robe, and deliberately opened the gap at her chest a little further, so that the sides of both breasts were quite bare. “Are you certain?”Fredrick paused for just a second and then answered confidently: “Yes, Madam.”Signora Cenci walked across the room, her hips swaying, and held out her hand, palm down. Fredrick took her hand. As he bowed and raised it towards his mouth, he let his eyes glance over her soft flesh, and at the lowest point of his bow he glanced up to look her in the eye. Then he looked back towards her hand as he stood, and looked her in the eye again, keeping a lingering hold of her hand before releasing her.“Mr Clifford!” she smiled, “Have you not been taught that it is too forward, even impertinent, to look a lady in the eye as you kiss her hand?”“Signora Cenci,” he countered, “From the way that you adjusted your gown, I understood that you wanted me to be forward, even impertinent.”“Bravo!” she clapped her hands three times and smiled. “Please sit, and explain to me your strategy.”As they both sat down, he on her right, she on his left, he explained. “I trust that you wanted,” he glanced again at the curve of her breast, “to be appreciated, but with discretion. And I gathered that you would not mind a little impertinence. When I first looked up at your eyes, you could have looked away, but you did not. And so I inferred that a little more impertinence might be in order before I released your hand.”“Perfect, Mr Clifford! You considered my feelings, and acted accordingly. One might almost say, appropriately?”Fredrick smiled, “Yes, I think that you have proved that point.”“Which is exactly why you are here,” she explained. She put her right hand behind her on the settee and turned her body towards him. “I am told that you are an intelligent, educated gentleman. But you have been taught to be a gentleman by following a set of rules. And now you find yourself in situations where the rules do not seem to work. Situations for which no rules have been written. Is this so?”Fredrick nodded, “Increasing so, it seems.”“And you are particularly unsure how to deal, in certain, unusual situations, with ladies?”“I understand how to make polite conversation,” he admitted, “but there there are things, I find, that I do not really understand.”“And that is why you have been sent to me,” Signora Cenci smiled. “Because if you are to be a gentleman in these situations, you will be more confident, yes?”“I suppose so, yes.”“And to be a gentleman you need only two things. You need to act with consideration or the other person. And you need to understand what the other person wants. You see?”“Theoretically, I suppose.”“At this moment, yes, quite theoretically. Because you do not know enough about what a woman wants, and so you cannot treat her…. appropriately. So we shall give you a basic understanding.”She looked at him, saying nothing more.He felt that he was expected to react in some way, but had no idea how.“Mr Clifford,” she flicked her long hair over her shoulder, and then lowered her hand to her knee, where she parted her robe a little. “You are alone with a woman who has chosen to greet you in a quite indecorous outfit – so indecorous, that she has not even troubled to put on underwear, but instead has nothing between you and her but a single layer of very soft, very thin silk. And now she has sat mere inches from you, turned her body towards you, and is now waiting for you. Can you not imagine a gentlemanly reaction?”He sat, confused, uncertain.“To make this simple,” Signora Cenci coaxed, “you have two options. If you are not sure what I want, then you can construct some witty, sensitive line of conversation to draw me into disclosing my desires. Or you can take action, in such a way that my response will tell you more of what I want…. Do you feel able to engage in witty conversations at this moment?”He shook his head, mutely.
“Then Mr Clifford, take action!”


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Published on September 27, 2015 21:00
September 25, 2015
Grave Misfortune (Palace Secrets 3) by Ravyn Rayne @blushingravyn ~ Release Interview and Character Bios


Add to Goodreads Amazon | Blushing BooksEXCERPT "Come with me." Vincent's tone is sharp and short. "You broke the rules, Helene. There are consequences for not following orders." He grabs me by the elbow and whisks me into a nearby room, kicking the door shut behind us. I slip from his grasp as he blocks my exit. Consequences? Is he out of his mind? I should have known not to trust him and come to court. Not that I felt there was much choice but I could have lied to the king or told him I had a husband to stay with. It might have begged more questions but those I could have skirted. "Let me go!" "Not until you've been taken over my knee." I scoff at his words. He's not serious. "What are you going to do, spank me?" I'm half-joking. Rowland wasn't a prince but he never would have had the strength to discipline me.
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HeleneA madam and owner of her own brothel, Helene is related by blood to King Alexander, though she's never come forward to claim any relation to the throne. She prefers her relation to be kept secret. Married to a drunk, Helene spends more time looking after her girls and babysitting her husband than caring about her own needs.





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“Make a sound and you’ll get another spanking,” Alexander says. His tone is firm but light. Unlike the last time, he doesn’t sound angry or disappointed with me. Is this how our lovemaking will be?I’m both aroused and craving more of Alexander’s affection. I bury my face into the pillow, trying my best not to make any noise. I moan quietly as his lashings grow harder, burning against my skin, making me wet. I’m glad Alexander’s attention is on me. There’s something about his power and control that fires me up inside. Is he doing this to teach me a lesson for being naughty or to arouse me?“No, Hannah.” Alexander’s answer is both quick and abrupt. “I’m the only one in charge.Maybe I should spank you both regularly for sneaking around the castle, behind my back. Would that make sure it doesn’t happen again?” Alexander lets his hand land hard on my bottom. The sting grows fierce and I whimper in protest. When will his spankings turn to sex? He offered it to me the last time and I rejected him. It had been the only amount of control that I’d been given. Tonight, I would give him everything, and if he asked me to beg, I would.
Maiden Claimed (Palace Secrets Book Two) by Ravyn RaynePublished by Blushing Books

It was supposed to be a simple trip to the market in Paris.Nothing for Lady Hannah is ever simple.One secret after another.The lies are mounting up.Lady Hannah has made a deal with the devil. Worse she’s falling in love with him. There’s no turning back.A steamy medieval romance filled with spankings and erotic pleasures.
Available on Kindle Unlimited for FREE or just $2.99 on AmazonAdd to GoodreadsExcerpt Waiting outside the bathhouse, a gentleman, with honey-golden hair and eyes as green as the blades of grass on a summer’s day, stops in front of me. He looks me over and smiles. His face is covered in scruff and dirt licks his skin. “I approve.” There’s an arrogance surrounding this man, and I have the urge to silence him. “You approve of what?” I ask and cross my arms defensively. My eyes narrow, unpleased. “I approve of you joining me in the bathhouse. Though I admit you look pretty clean already. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He reaches out to touch a strand of my blonde hair and I swat his fingers away and force his arm down to his side. “You’ve lost your mind.” My grip on his wrist is forceful, showing him who’s boss. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, glancing down at my hand still holding his wrist.
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Published on September 25, 2015 21:05
In His Keeping: Taken and In His Keeping: Banished by Mia Frances @maszyd ~ Release Promotion and Pre-Order

Available in print and Kindle editions at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/HIS-KEEPING-TAKEN-Mia-Frances-ebook/dp/B010RZVTP2/refAmazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/HIS-KEEPING-TAKEN-Mia-Frances-ebook/dp/B010RZVTP2/refBarnes & Noble/ Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/in-his-keeping-taken-mia-frances/1122239114?ean=2940151168465iTunes:https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/in-his-keeping/id1017049944?mt=11Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/search?Query=In+His+Keeping+by+Mia+FrancesAnd Smashwords:https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/555933
Excerpt: Sylvie followed her into the kitchen. It was gigantic. The cabinets were oak, the countertops granite, there was a large breakfast bar and the appliances were polished stainless steel. It was… HOLY SHIT! She nearly fainted when she saw him. Standing next to the refrigerator was a naked man! He was tall, muscular, and had a huge…"look at his face not his cock! No, no, no! Don't look down!" But she couldn't help herself. She had never seen a naked man before, just pictures. So this was what they looked like up close and personal! This was what all the fuss was about! She had no point of comparison, but from what little she knew he was well-endowed. As her fellow waitresses would say when they graded the men that came into the restaurant…he had "a real nice package!" Sylvie's skin was on fire. Her face was turning purple. The color inched its way up from her breasts to her neck, and then to her face. Maybe her first assessment of her new employer had been right after all: he was a pervert! She'd never been so embarrassed in her life. Her ears turned crimson. Large red splotches appeared on her arms and legs like she'd been scalded. She could barely breathe. The air was stifling, like a steam bath or a sauna. Her head felt funny. She was dizzy. The room began to whirl around her. The heat was unbearable, like a blast furnace. Beads of perspiration soaked her breasts and back, droplets of sweat dripped from her forehead. Everything was spinning. A wave of nausea seized her. She was going to be sick! Sylvie grabbed for the breakfast bar hoping to steady herself, but only succeeded in sending the plates, bowls and glasses set out there crashing to the floor. Her knees buckled. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Down she went! Someone was sponging her head with cold water. Sylvie's eyes fluttered open. "It's OK. You're all right," Mrs. Cosgrove assured her. "You just fainted." Sylvie tried to focus. There was broken china, shrimp, crackers, assorted vegetables, and puddles of spilt liquid all around her. What a mess! Sylvie was mortified. She opened her mouth to apologize but the words stuck in her throat. Uh oh! Standing right next to her were a pair of hairy legs. At their apex was a large penis and a pair of dangling balls. She gasped and shut her eyes tight. "Mr. Hudson, could you please put some clothes on!" Mrs. Cosgrove said in exasperation. "You're scaring the girl!" Sylvie retreated into the blackness. When she awoke she was laying on a couch. Mrs. Cosgrove was hovering over her. "Feeling better? You frightened us." "I am so sorry," Sylvie apologized. "I didn't eat anything today. Between the sweltering heat and the train ride up from New…" Mrs. Cosgrove's look silenced her. Sylvie wasn't fooling the woman. They both knew what made her faint and it wasn't lack of food, the weather, or the long trip. It was the sight of Connor Hudson's manhood! "Why in God's name didn't you eat?" a male voice demanded to know. She looked up and saw him standing in the doorway. He was now dressed, wearing a pair of well-worn jeans. Threadbare at the knees, they hung loosely from his hips. She felt weak in the knees. She hadn't gotten a good look at his face before. He was gorgeous! He looked like he had just stepped out of the pages of GQ or an old Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue. She couldn't help noticing that he wasn't wearing any underwear. He turned slightly. He had a nice ass. It was muscular, round, and tight. His hair was brown and sun streaked as though he spent a lot of time outdoors. It fell in waves and loose curls. Long dark lashes fringed a pair of large chestnut-brown eyes. He looked to be 6 foot 2 or 3 and there didn't appear to be an ounce of fat on him. She always thought of male writers as being spectacled professorial types with no muscle-tone, large paunches, and big asses. Mr. Hudson was anything but. He must have spent his every waking hour in a gym. When did he have time to write? Six pack abs…check. Muscular chest with great pecks…check. Bulging biceps and rock hard forearms…check. He was shaped like a V, broad at the shoulders, channeling down to a narrow waist and hips. His skin was deeply tanned. He either used a tanning bed or had just come back from a vacation. Strikingly handsome, his face was angular with high cheekbones straight sharp nose, and a deeply dimpled chin. The fact that he had a day's growth of stubble on his jaw only made him look even more handsome. He had the sexiest mouth. His lips were plump, full, and fleshy. When they parted they revealed straight, even, brilliantly white teeth. He was all man from the thatch of course curly hair on his sculpted chest to the hairy trail that descended from his belly button to his now hidden groin. Mr. Connor Hudson was hot! Male model, movie star hot! Sylvie trembled. Not from exhaustion. Not from hunger. From him!

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Blurb: Exiled to a luxurious penthouse fortress on Park Ave. and trailed by security teams wherever she goes, Sylvie Jenkins feels like a virtual prisoner. She made the mistake of falling in love with her boss, reclusive bestselling author and billionaire entrepreneur, Connor Hudson. He’s a strict, demanding Dom, who imposes rules and metes out punishment. He wants her total submission, but she’s not inclined to give it. They’d been living together in his rustic mansion in the Adirondack Mountains until the day police arrived and informed Connor he was the prime suspect in a series of grisly murders.
People who loved him had a habit of turning up dead!
Without a word of explanation, Connor sends Sylvie away. She feels abandoned and betrayed.
He refuses to take her calls or answer her texts or emails unless it concerns the book they’re working on. Yet he continues to micromanage her life from afar, using surrogates to spy on her and impose his will. Connor tries to stay away from Sylvie, but he can’t. She’s rebellious and reckless when it comes to her safety. He’s determined to rein her in. If she behaves like a foolish willful child, he’ll treat her like one. Their meetings are clandestine and sporadic, filled with painful discipline followed by the most exquisite pleasure.
Sylvie becomes jealous when Connor starts squiring other women to society events. He tells her it’s to throw the "real" killer off the track. But Sylvie has her doubts. She can’t help feeling he’s slipping away from her.
Realizing she knows almost nothing about Connor’s background, she decides to search the apartment for clues to his past. She discovers a locked door hidden away in a closet. Behind it is a room filled with photos of his former lovers and portraits of his murdered fiancée: bound, blindfolded, and gagged, skin bruised and welted, being violated and degraded. Sylvie had always known Connor had a dark, almost sinister side, but she hadn’t thought him dangerous or cruel. Now she wondered…if he was capable of such brutality, what else was he capable of? She kept telling herself Connor wasn’t a murderer. But the question remained, if he wasn’t…who was?

Author Bio:
Mia Frances writes across several genres under this pseudonym and others. Her published Science Fiction/Fantasy works include novels: The Ark, The Colony, The Land, Source of Evil, and a novella, The Hand of My Enemy. She's also the author of Worship the Night, a tale of horror and the occult, mainstream novel Silent Song, and four children's books.Her short stories, articles, children’s stories, essays, and poems have appeared in anthologies, books, magazines, newspapers, and on the web.
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Published on September 25, 2015 21:00
Tears of Darkness by @SexyMuffyWilson ~ Flash Fiction Friday
Flash Fiction Friday blesses us with yet another beautiful piece as an inspirational challenge. One hundred words, one picture, one flash. That's it. Be sure and have a sashay over to the other authors and see how this single photo moved us all.
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Tears of Darkness
In the darkness of night she wondered how she had ever fallen so far from grace. There were no stars dancing across the onyx sky playfully; the alabaster moon was ashamed to light her way and hid behind the bashful marshmallow clouds as they reflected the dull city lights.
The only signs of God were the tears He had shed and left to dry upon her heart, every single solitary drop seared into her soul.
A midnight tear bid adieu to a love so light in darkness when the fall of the morning moon welcomed her fiery radiance anew.
God did love her. Muffy Wilson
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In the darkness of night she wondered how she had ever fallen so far from grace. There were no stars dancing across the onyx sky playfully; the alabaster moon was ashamed to light her way and hid behind the bashful marshmallow clouds as they reflected the dull city lights.
The only signs of God were the tears He had shed and left to dry upon her heart, every single solitary drop seared into her soul.
A midnight tear bid adieu to a love so light in darkness when the fall of the morning moon welcomed her fiery radiance anew.
God did love her. Muffy Wilson

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Published on September 25, 2015 09:50
September 24, 2015
Lipstick: The Black Dress Chronicles by Erzabet Bishop @erzabetbishop ~ Release Blitz

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Blurb: Black Dress Chronicles, 1
The perfect shade of lipstick can lead to the perfect opportunity for sin… When living-challenged author Claire Presswood gets invited to go on a night out on the town with her two best friends, she isn't prepared for the evening that awaits her. Hungry and overworked, she arrives at a masked party at an art museum in time to meet debonair artist Maxwell Douglas. One look from his luminous eyes and Claire knows this will be a night to remember.Be Warned: light BDSM, spanking, sex toys

Nice:“What do you think? Does this lipstick make me look fat?” I eyed the mirror and mushed my lips into a moue. “Oh my God, Claire.” Rachel rolled her eyes and snorted. “Fat? Really?” She smoothed on a shade of cranberry red that looked dazzling with her preternaturally enhanced olive skin. The girl made being a vampire look good.I gave her a thumb’s up.“Yes. Fat. Come on, guys. I need something different. Nothing too…edgy.” “Edgy, huh?” Carmen snickered, her kitty shifter cattiness coming into play. The Latin beauty grinned. “You should be worried about it making you look dead.” Carmen sauntered over to the makeup counter where we were trying on new shades of lipstick and selected a tube, twisting it open. She grimaced and shoved it back. “Some of these…ugh. You might as well be trying out for the circus. Why don’t you try something a little more drastic? Like this one?” She lifted up a black tube and opened it to reveal a shade of purplish brown that I loved. “Sin” was one of the hottest colors around. I actually had it in my makeup bag at home, but tonight wasn’t about scaring up a bondage partner. It was more about having a normal night out with the girls.“I already have that one. Too leather club. I want human. Natural.”Carmen snorted and twirled a finger in her hair. “Honey, I love you, but one thing you are not is human.” “Bitch.” I turned my head from side to side. Nope. The earthy shade was appealing and didn't make me appear like a candidate for the coroner’s office. Score! “Maybe, but you know I’m right. Can’t have you going to the party looking like a zombie now, can we?” “Ha ha.” The comment stung, but Carmen did have a point. With my complexion, if I got something too red, I’d look like I’d just eaten someone’s face off. Something too light? Postmortem ice queen with no color at all. Finding the right lipstick was an art and apparently a forensic science.“All right, fang girl. Are you ready yet? Because I am.” Carmen poked Rachel in the back with her long red fingernail and smirked. “The party is going to be over and all the hot guys taken before you get your vampire ass out of that chair.”
Naughty:“What would you like to see first?” Maxwell's eyes resumed their fiery trail down my body.“How about that spanking bench?” I smiled, letting him lead the way. He led me to it and I leaned forward onto the padded seat, deliberately giving him a stellar view of my backside. Rachel was right about the dress. It was perfect. “Is this right?” I feigned ignorance, waggling my ass in the air.He moved behind me and as I arched my back in a provocative pose. He sucked in his breath. “Yes. I'd say that's just about perfect.” He pressed his erection against my ass, grinding it against me. I moaned deep in my throat, sure that this had to be some kind of dream. Moisture pooled in my slit and hunger clawing at my insides. A low keening growl escaped my lips and I froze. Bad zombie.He reached around and kissed me, his breath falling short as he took in the slight glow of my eyes.“Exactly.” He opened my mouth, sliding his tongue against mine, urging me to respond.I accepted the challenge, savoring his mouth. His scent was earthy and his essence made me want to devour him. He broke the kiss and leaned back, his gaze meeting mine. “God, my palm itches to spank you,” he breathed, reaching for an errant curl that had fallen across my face. “You are intoxicating.”I took his hand and placed it on my breast, eager and more than ready. I turned in his arms and pushed my ass alongside the erection straining against his trousers. I imagined it inside me, pressing in even closer.“I want you,” I breathed. “Well then, there is just one little thing we need to remedy.” Maxwell's voice was low as he ran his hand in a light trail down my spine. “Really? What's that?” I shivered as his hand traced lines down my body.“The dress. It has to go.”“Ummm.” I lifted my arm and his hand found the zipper. As he slowly moved it down, the dress loosened and he pulled it over my head. Clad in the thong, lacy-topped black thigh-highs, and shiny black stilettos, the chill of the room had fine goosebumps erupting all over my skin. My nipples pebbled with the delicious blend of cold and desire and maybe just a little fear. This man could do anything to me and who was to say the woman in his pictures upstairs was even alive?The danger sped up my heart and made my juices flow.

About the author:
Erzabet Bishop is an award winning author and she loves to write on the naughty side. She is a contributing author to Tease to Please, Demons Imps and Incubi, Opposites, Sci Spanks 2014, Sci Spanks 2015, Spank or Treat 2014, Just Desserts, Lucky Stars, A Christmas To Remember, Taboo II, Forbidden Fruit, Gingerbread Dreams, Club Rook: The Series, Sweat, Bossy, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Unwrap these Presents, Wicked Things, Unbound Box, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue and Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume II, Hell Whore Volume II, Can’t Get Enough, Slave Girls, The Big Book of Submission, Hungry for More, Gratis II, Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers, Kink-E magazine, Bondage Bites (upcoming), Eternal Haunted Summer, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Coming Together: For the Holidays, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love, Summer Love and Dirty Dates (upcoming 2015) among others. She is the author of Lipstick, The Science of Lust (upcoming 2015), Dinner Date, Holidays in Hell, Mallory’s Mark (upcoming 2016),The Devil’s Due (upcoming 2016), Arcane Imaginarium: Spirit Board (upcoming), Red Hot (upcoming), Work Release (upcoming), Charity Benshaw’s Enchanted Paddle Emporium (upcoming),Tethered, Sigil Fire, Glitter Lust (upcoming 2016), Written on Skin, Club Beam, Pomegranate, Fantasies in Red, Sweet Seductions: The Erzabet Bishop Collection, Holiday Cruise, Fetish Fair, Temptation Resorts: Jess, Temptation Resorts: Marnie, Taming the Beast, The Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation. Erzabet has been a finalist in the GCLS awards for 2014 and 2015. She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies. When she isn’t writing, she loves to review music and books.Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.
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Published on September 24, 2015 21:00