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February 16, 2019
Teaser Saturday! ‘Control’ by Dani René
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Thank god it’s the weekend, I have so much to get done before I go to Wild Wicked Weekend in San Antonio next weekend. The day job is trying it’s best to kill me and the break next weekend will hopefully do just the trick to recharge my batteries.
But first, I totally forgot to put this up on Thursday and you REALLY need to grab Black Light: Celebrity Roulette. The reviews are AMAZING and Dani’s story is getting some really fabulous comments. Look at this excerpt and just imagine the trouble Kaelin has in store for Jed!
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Control
How high would you bid for a fantasy night with your celebrity crush?
Black Light is back for the 3rd year in a row with nine *brand new* sexy stories set in their new West Coast club! This year you’re invited to celebrate Valentine’s Day VIP-style as Black Light combines their annual kinky game of BDSM roulette with a celebrity charity auction. Three hours of fun. Five hard limits.
We’ve loaded the wheel with naughty new kinks for our couples as they play to win a free month at the exclusive club… but there’s more than money on the line when hearts get involved.
Drama, fame, and fantasies await if you’re brave enough to spin the wheel!
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Excerpt
“What?” My voice is one of shock, but her smile never falters. When I glance at the crowd once more, there, inching closer to the stage is the woman of my wet dreams, my fantasies, and the one woman I never thought I’d see inside a BDSM club.
“Congratulations,” Madison grins at Kaelin who shyly smiles and nods. “You’re welcome to step up to the wheel and take a spin on your activity for the night.” Everything is far too loud.
My ears ring as Kaelin’s big green eyes meet my gaze. Her expression matches mine—shock. I’m not sure she was expecting to win, perhaps she was, but didn’t think about her actions until the moment she was called up on stage. I observe her body language as she reaches for the little white marble Madison offers. Her attempt at not trembling fails miserably as she takes the small object. Her nervousness enamors me even more. My eyes are glued to the ball as it drops, bouncing from one kink to another. They spin— round and round and round—until finally the wheel slows and my body is rigid as I hold my breath.
Clink. Clink. Clank.
The wheel stops.
Her body turns rigid.
And I smile.
Wild Card.
It’s my choice. I can decide anything, and she has to go along with it.
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I just loved this story and I am very happy that Dani wrote another story with us. It is so hot, you need to read it! Also, if you haven’t already, make sure you join my Dark Haven group and RVSP to my super secret Live Chat on March 8th! I have a bunch of news to share and I want you to know about it!
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Want more of Dani René
A fan of dark romance that grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. It’s from this passion that her writing has evolved from sweet and romantic, to dark and delicious. It’s in this world she’s found her calling, growing from strength to strength and hitting her stride.
On a daily basis, she has a few hundred characters, storylines, and ideas floating around in her head. From the feisty heroines she delivers to the dark, dominant alphas that grace the pages of her books, she promises light in a world filled with danger and darkness.
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February 12, 2019
Teaser Tuesday! ‘Broken Captive’ by Addison Cain
I fucking love Addison Cain, with her filthy Omegaverse perfection, and I was so happy to finally get my hands on book 3 of Wren’s Song. It is such perfection, leaving you screaming for more, and I am already demanding that she hurry up so I can get the next book. I hope you love mud, filth, knots, and sex, because ‘Broken Captive’ is this weeks Teaser Tuesday!
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Broken Captive
Wren’s rebellion failed.
Caspian has marked her, Toby has claimed her, and Kieran is unwillingly caught in her spell. Affection and betrayal, pleasure and pain—each Alpha with their own brand of demands and desires.
Broken Captive: Wren’s Song Book 3 is a dark, sinister Omegaverse Reverse Harem tale for those with twisted tastes and a passion for unabashed bad boys. Complete power exchange dominates these pages, as do THREE smoking-hot Alpha antiheroes.
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Excerpt
These sensations, inside and out, were entirely new. Even the pitch of her purr was on a scale Wren couldn’t recall having producing before. Lush and indulgent, it hummed from her chest while she let herself do something as silly as burrow.
As if she were happy—safe, and separated from the nightmare of her life.
Cocooned in snowy white cotton, weighted down with blankets stuffed with fluff, she allowed herself a moment of bliss.
In a nest.
A perfect nest made from wonderful things.
Yet the precious moment ended when a warm hand reached under impeccably arranged covers to seize her ankle.
Purr stuttering to a complete stop, Wren braced, found her heart beat far too fast, and forced out a different purr. The expected purr.
“It’s rude not to invite me in, mouse.” The male teased. “And what happens to bad girls?”
They get fucked. Hard. Without the growl or sweet lies.
They get shown that they like it.
Reminded they were made to be a whore.
Yet, it was the little moments, Wren reminded herself. The little moments hidden within the bad one had to treasure. And even though it had been short-lived, she had enjoyed her fresh nest while it had really been hers.
Would dream of it. Hold it in her mind just as it was now.
Before they spoiled it.
Pulling her leg from Caspian’s grip, Wren maneuvered like a fish in water. The bedding above her peaked as she flipped. Where his hand waited, her face appeared.
A little mouse peeking out of her hole.
Because she could not bring herself to reach for him, Wren looked to his fingers. Veined and rough, she set her teeth to a knuckle and bit down hard enough to sting. Leading a chuckling monster in as if carrying a kitten in her teeth, Wren brought Caspian into a sacred Omega space.
It seemed the male would pretend respect. He didn’t immediately make a grab for her breasts or shove his thick fingers in her cunt. Instead he settled exactly where he should.
He rested, pulling her weight into the nook at his side.
Looking down at the intruder, blankets tented by her head, she blinked.
The man just lay there; arm behind his head, eyes closed.
A moment later, it seemed he snored.
Slinking from his chest, Wren went back to her secret preening, her rolling about, and her sighs—finding that the scent of an Alpha had only enhanced the comfort found in soft sheets.
Even if the Alpha was Caspian.
Her natural purr returned, there was even a soft smile playing at her lips with so much clean slipping against her skin.
Until he pounced with a growl… and she squealed.
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I have so much about to happen in life, and I can’t wait to share it with you. If you haven’t joined my Dark Haven, make sure you do so because I am doing a live chat on March 8 to finally spill my secrets. Make sure you RSVP so you can find out too!
Until then, if you want something lighter to read, make sure you have grabbed ‘Black Light: Celebrity Roulette’ because it has been a number 1 bestseller on Amazon and EVERYONE has been talking about it! Otherwise, grab ‘Broken Captive’ and enjoy all of the dirty Omegaverse that Addison is the queen of.
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USA Today Bestselling author, Addison Cain, is best known for her dark romances, the internationally bestselling Alpha’s Control Series, and the twisted alien worlds of the Irdesi Empire. Her antiheroes are not always redeemable, her lead females fierce, and nothing is ever as it seems.
Deep and sometimes heart wrenching, Addison is driven to push her plots beyond the pale. Her books are not for the faint of heart, but they are just right for those who enjoy unapologetic bad boys, aggressive alphas, and a hint of violence in a kiss..
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February 9, 2019
Teaser Saturday! ‘Cherished’ by Sue Lyndon
Black Light: Celebrity Roulette is finally live and my story is ‘Hooked’ is getting fabulous reviews. But then again, the entire anthology is getting amazing reviews! Have you picked it up yet? Because Season 3 is starting off with a BANG and you won’t want to miss it, take a peek at what Sue Lyndon has brought to Black Light.
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Black Light: Celebrity Roulette
How high would you bid for a fantasy night with your celebrity crush?
Black Light is back for the 3rd year in a row with nine *brand new* sexy stories set in their new West Coast club! This year you’re invited to celebrate Valentine’s Day VIP-style as Black Light combines their annual kinky game of BDSM roulette with a celebrity charity auction. Three hours of fun. Five hard limits.
We’ve loaded the wheel with naughty new kinks for our couples as they play to win a free month at the exclusive club… but there’s more than money on the line when hearts get involved.
Drama, fame, and fantasies await if you’re brave enough to spin the wheel!
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Excerpt
The wheel came to a stop on…ABDL.
Trenton’s cock hardened further.
Fuck yes. He would enjoy this one.
He glanced down at Sunshine, only to see a look of mild confusion spreading over her lovely features. But she soon plastered on a polite smile, as if to prove she was happy with the activity.
“ABDL!” Madison announced into the mic.
Several loud whoops came from the crowd.
Trenton escorted Sunshine off to the side, where the other paired couples were standing, keeping his arm wrapped tight around her. A surge of protectiveness for the little blonde pummeled through him. As the remaining pairings got underway, she fidgeted beside him.
Finally, she peered up at him from underneath thick dark eyelashes. “So, um, ADBL. Is that one of your favorite activities?”
“It’s ABDL, not ADBL,” he gently corrected. When the confusion in her eyes from earlier returned, he wondered how experienced she was. “Sunshine, do you know what ABDL stands for?”
Her eyes widened, then she bit her bottom lip and glanced away. “I-I…” Her voice trailed off. “No, Mr. Banks, I do not. I’m sorry, I hope you aren’t disappointed. I confess I sort of skimmed over the list of activities and simply focused on checking off my hard limits, which as it so happens are the same as yours. But I’m a fast learner and I’ve very much enjoyed the last month I’ve been a member of Black Light.”
A newbie. All the blood in his body rushed to his cock. No wonder there was an innocence about her. She was in way, way over her head. With a bit of arrogance, he mused how lucky she was to have won the night with him, rather than some of the other less experienced celebrity doms standing on stage.
He leaned down, placing his lips to her ear. “ABDL stands for adult baby diaper lover.”
She gasped and turned to peer directly at him. “It stands for what?”
“Adult baby diaper lover,” he repeated.
?”
“Well, they’re actual celebrities, so… there’s that.” A quiet laugh almost escaped her lips, but then his grip really did tighten. Higher on her throat now, just under her jaw, and he used the hold to tilt her head back again until his face filled her view.
“Let me add on to your friend’s requirements. While we’re playing tonight, you won’t refer to ballet, or yourself, in a negative way or you’ll earn a punishment, and it will be one you don’t enjoy. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, practically breathless, but that had a lot less to do with his relatively gentle hold on her throat and a lot more to do with the arousal currently buzzing through her bloodstream and concentrating the pulse between her thighs.
“Wonderful.” He removed his hand and smiled again. “Thank you for your trust.”
“Trust?” she echoed.
“Yes. Not every sub will let you touch their throat like that without proving yourself first, establishing the trust. I appreciate that you gave me that on faith alone. You trusted that I would keep you safe, and I swear that I will.” Wyatt’s smile changed a bit, widening into a grin that made him seem a lot less serious, more… playful. “That doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you, though. I admit that I’m looking forward to pulling some of those sweet cries from your lips myself.”
And, boom.
The pulse between her thighs turned into an all-out fire, which didn’t help the fact that she already felt too hot in the stifling room.
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There are SO MANY stories I can’t wait to bring you, and the best part? I am working on Inheritance again. I am so happy that I will be able to bring this to you within the next few months, so fingers crossed I can get enough words down to give you some excerpts to tease you along.
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USA TODAY bestselling author Sue Lyndon writes steamy D/s romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to historical to fantasy. She’s a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories, including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she’s not busy working on her next book, you’ll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies, reading, or sneaking chocolate.
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February 8, 2019
Teaser Friday! ‘Ravenous Innocence’ by Myra Danvers
IT’S HERE! IT’S HERE! AHHHH!!!!! I am so freaking excited because I cannot believe I’m finally going to get to hold the first book in Myra Danvers‘s The Last Tritan series in my greedy little hands. The paperback isn’t live yet, but it is on Kindle (which you can bet your sweet ass I’ve already 1-clicked)
In case you’re curious, here’s what I had to say:
“Myra Danvers always creates dark and alluring universes that pull you in and refuse to let you go! In Ravenous Innocence she drags you into a heart-wrenching political power struggle and mixes in the kind of sexual tension that has you begging for more. 5 intense and HOT stars!”
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Ravenous Innocence
“I’ll be good to you,” he purred and
swept his thumb over my pendant, caressing, making me feel it on my lower lip.
His ki surged into my mind, hammering at me with a soothing promise, abusing
the link he’d left behind with a kiss. “You’ll never want for anything…”
Asher promises to teach me the forbidden
while my city—my home—burns at his
back. Because of him, Tritan falls,
and the Caledonian forces take the best of my people for their own sick uses.
To fight, those of us who remain must
flee. Regroup, or submit.
But he’s coming, hunting me, and Asher won’t stop until I wear
his mark. Until my goddess-given power is his
to command.
He’s tasted my lips and fed me nothing but
lies, but his betrayal has given me strength even he didn’t expect.
His
people took everything from me, and
Goddess be damned if I won’t take it back.
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An
Elite.
Not just a ranking Imperial soldier, but a
full-blooded, Caledonian Elite. It wasn’t
the formal black and gold uniform, the dark hair and eyes, or the tanned,
bronze skin that gave it away. No. It was his ki.
Brilliant. Blinding. Beautiful.
So much more
than anything I’d ever felt before. Next to him, the
merchant was nothing. A blip of empty space, forgotten as soon as my gaze moved
away. This man, this Elite was impossible and
wrong, for I’d heard tales of the Imperial ki-wielders,
but nothing in working memory could match the fire burning through my veins. My
blood. More powerful than anything I’d ever sensed, his ki breezed past the
Glaith’s protection. Stunning me into complete stillness with nothing more than
his touch.
My head fell back as a set of large,
calloused hands landed on the bare skin of my shoulders. Steadying me.
Goddess, his touch! His was not a secret whisper beckoning me
closer, but a primal demand that sent power surging through my veins, pendant
be damned.
“H-How?”
I breathed.
He shook his head, lips tight, eyes fixed
to my face as he jerked his chin toward the exit. “A
word? In private?”
The breath leaked from my lungs in a
single, slow exhale. “A… word?” I returned,
blinking, ensnared by his foreign, inky gaze. Such power! It called to me, even
through the Glaith, setting my skin ablaze. Urging me to toss years of caution
into the flames. So beautiful…
“Come,”
he said, and—point made—returned his ring to smallest finger.
A tiny, fractured sound burst from my lips
at the loss and the ensuing wash of numbing cold, and I stumbled forward,
reaching. “Wait—”
The intruder turned without answer, pulling
me from the tent as if he had any right to touch me, let alone direct where I
went. But… I didn’t fight like I might have. Like I should have. Didn’t
resist his touch on my skin.
I relished
it.
“Thank
you, sir,” the merchant trilled. “It’s been a pleasure to do business with one
of the Empire’s finest.” He waved, baring a golden tooth and glossy smile, his
pockets heavy with Caledonian gold. So far removed from my influence that his
fatherly instincts didn’t seem to mind me being pulled from the tent by a man
who thought he could buy my time.
Without a backward glance, the Captain
steered me through the crowd of my country-folk with a rough hand on my upper
arm. Dark eyes flicking from face to face. Ceaseless. Vigilant.
Sweat bloomed along my hairline as Tritans
made way for the dark-haired foreigner, giving me a moment to inspect the broad
cut of his shoulders. Long, lean legs that screamed of strength and health.
Deaf and blind to the sweltering masses going about their business. My every
available sense fixed to him and the
ki I could no longer feel.
And yet, that sweet taste lingered upon my
skin.
More.
I needed
more.
If I could just reach out and touch it
again… Goddess, what would it feel like without the Glaith between us? Skin to skin.
“Do
you have any idea how lucky you are?” the Captain hissed, hustling me into some
dark little corner between two buildings. He shook his head, fingers tightening
on my bicep. “If one of the others had found you first…”
I blinked, left hand moving to the pendant
of Glaith about my neck, eyes never leaving his face.
“To
risk revealing yourself for the sake of a trinket,” he snorted, dark eyes
flicking over my shoulder, watching a shadow pass the mouth of the alley.
“Stupid. So bloody stupid.”
The insult prickled my skin, but I took a
step toward him and thumbed the clasp securing the pendant around my neck. So…
savage… so raw. I just wanted to touch it…
“You’re
lucky I’m the only one who can sense you,” he continued, uttering a breathless
laugh, turning dark eyes down once more. Pinning my soul to the back of my
spine.
Skin
to skin
…
The Glaith slipped from lax fingers,
clinking and clattering on the cobbled street. Well and truly separate for the
first time in four years, my ki-sense unfurled great dark wings behind my ribs.
“What
is wrong with you?”
he hissed, stooping to recover my pendant. Going to his knees in the cramped
alley.
Eyes fixed to the crown of dark hair bowed
before me, the entire population of the market made itself known. Men and
women, each with varying degrees of health, emotional spectrums, and available
ki. So much information. Flooding my
senses with the brilliant pulse of ki, burning me from the inside out.
But I swallowed it down, for next to him,
they were worthless. Utterly eclipsed by the mere memory of the only one I couldn’t
sense. Somehow, incredibly, blocking
my efforts to break through his Glaith and drink until I couldn’t.
“Did
you hear me? You are a beacon without this pendant, girl.” The stone atop his
finger caught a beam of sunlight between the passing shadows of my kin,
throwing off the Glaith’s trinity of colors as he knelt before me.
My eyes fell, landing on his ring.
Skin
to skin
…
I smiled.
“I
felt it the instant you took it off.” He jangled my pendant, making it dance.
“Felt you clear across the market.” He stood, towering above me once more.
“Even now, your ki is…”
Meeting that dark gaze, I placed my palm on
his chest. Fingers splayed. Trying to turn his heat into fire before I withered
in the cold without it.
“What…”
He shook his head. “What are you?”
“Take
off your ring and find out.”
Eyes narrowed, he lifted his finger,
letting my pendant dangle in the tight space between us. “No.”
But I would not be denied. “Have you ever sensed
another like me?” I pushed him back, holding him with the weight of my palm.
“Can you imagine what it would feel like? Without the Glaith?”
Skin
to skin
…
He shook his head, brows furrowed.
“You
have ki I’ve never tasted before, Captain Rawlings,” I breathed, heart pounding
in my ears, close enough to see the darker ring of his pupil. To watch it
dilate as he stared down at me. Shadows from the street flicking over us both.
“I just want to touch it. Just for a moment.”
Silent, he said nothing. Did nothing but
breathe. Watching me.
And because silence wasn’t
a ‘no’, I reached for his hand, thumb tracing the stony edge of his ring.
Feeling the distant sparkle of numbness laced with something… wild. Something
burning just out of sight. Trembling, I tugged, and for a moment his fist
refused me. Kept the ring secure.
“Please?
Just for a moment.”
He exhaled, nostrils flared. Pupils blown
out. Allowing the ring to slide off his finger for the second time before the
sun had risen to its full height. Swinging from my index finger, the Glaith
lost its power over us.
With no warning, awareness of him exploded
behind my eyes, ki searing everything it touched.
Back arched, a scream died in my throat as
I tried to deal with the surge. Tried to cope with my skin touching his, and
nothing between us. Every muscle tight with effort, blind to everything but the
ki ravaging me from within.
He was hiding an impossible secret—I knew
it the moment he faltered, echoing my shock, lips parting on a silent gasp. I
knew it even before his nostrils flared, eyes wide. I knew it before his
ki-sense whirled through my system and the link between us took root. Twitching
with a living power all its own.
I knew it, because I felt him.
Blood to Blood.
A young man in the prime of his life.
Powerful. Elite. Raw and savage, yet braced by an iron fist of control I simply
did not possess. Blood surged through his veins as his ki whipped through me.
Touching, learning me in the same way I now knew him.
“What—”
He cursed, strong fingers flexing, crushing me to his chest. “What are you?”
My knees wobbled, but I didn’t
give voice to the answer he already knew. Head spinning with molten waves of
stone and wind, reducing me to a gasping, wide-eyed fool.
Too much! Goddess, it was too much!
I couldn’t
contain this! I needed—
I reached for my Glaith and came up short,
fingernails scraping my breastbone, desperate for somewhere to dump the excess
before I forgot why I should care. Needing something to distract from this
impossible Caledonian Elite. And when I could not speak, lost as I was, he
pulled me closer.
Impossibly strong, inside and out.
“What are you?”
I bared my teeth, refusing to be outdone. “You’re…”
I swallowed the sopping wet ashes powdering the back of my tongue, unsure if
they existed outside of my overwrought brain or not. “You’re Elite. Such
power—it’s reserved for the Goddess’ chosen few…” A tremor rippled through me…
his eyes… so dark. Begging me to tip forward. To fall into their depths and
drink from the Void itself. “You shouldn’t…” Lifting trembling hand, I traced
the stubble on his chin with my forefinger, gasping at the ki that sparkled
between us. “Impossible.”
A low groan rumbled in his throat, and he
swallowed, catching my wrist in a much larger hand. For a long moment, he
simply stared down at me, but when my tongue darted out to wet lips dried by
searing winds of ki and living shadows, something in him snapped. I felt it happen.
Even before he pressed his lips to mine, I felt it.
Warm and soft, his kiss spoke of the
forbidden. The impossible. Making my core clench with unnatural speed and
fervor as ki whirled between us. Sending blood surging in delicate tissue. All
around us. Invisible to the hoards of sightless mundane going about their
business a scant few feet away, where only their shades could see us. The
scrape of a day-old beard dragged a splintered groan from my chest, and, hands
slipping down my back, he seized the taught globes of my bottom. Spreading me.
Pulling me closer.
Would that he could drag me inside his
skin, where I could drink him dry and soothe this blessed, painful ache.
His teeth traced my lower lip, filling my
lungs with breath and heated ki, pressing a thick bulge against my belly.
I gasped, drinking him in, demanding more.
Gorging until my every cell was filled to bursting. Drawing on him as heavily
as I drew upon his lips. Needing it.
More. There would never be enough.
A puff of breath warmed my cheek when he
twisted, breaking away from my lips with a curse, his fingers bunching the
fabric of my shift. Inching it indecently high. But he drew back, setting his
forehead against mine. Petting my hair back with calloused hands. Obsidian eyes
concealed behind scrunched eyelids, labored breath leaving my skin damp. “God,
the taste of you, girl.” He released my bottom and cupped the back of my neck,
forcing me to still. “What are you?”
“I’m—”
my voice cracked, and I cleared my throat, blinking as the world settled around
us. Dazed, I squinted up at the man, admiring the rugged, handsome features so
different to my own. Alien. Bronzed skin, muscular frame, dark hair and darker
eyes—everything I wasn’t.
A Caledonian.
Kissing a Caledonian Elite in public? Had I
lost my damned mind? My father would…
Nothing.
My father wasn’t
here. And I hadn’t had enough. Not now. Not ever.
I buried my fist in his hair, pulling him
back. Driven by instinct I didn’t recognize as my own.
By a needy itch below the skin, the likes of which I’d never felt before.
Before him.
“Wait—”
he gasped against my lips, capturing my wrist. And then, marshaling every last
drop of willpower either of us possessed, he folded my fingers
about his ring. Pressing his Glaith into the palm of my hand.
A squeal tore free of my lungs as the
Glaith stole it. Stole everything I’d never known I needed.
Slapping me with a wash of freezing numb I hadn’t the skills to bypass.
Hissing, I broke away, trying to fling the offensive shard of blistering cold
into the street.
“Stop,”
he choked, pulling me with him as he sank to the ground. Back thumping against
brick, hands wrapped about mine. Keeping the Glaith secure between us as my
pendant dangled from his wrist. Pooling in his lap. “We have to stop before—”
“No!”
I snarled, trying to jerk free, to reclaim that inferno and inject it beneath
my skin once more. “Who are you to deny me?”
Hot and hard, his hand found purchase on my
nape, pressing his forehead to mine. Dark gaze forcing compliance. “Your
equal.
Now stop—Stop!” he snarled, teeth bared, sweat peppering
his skin. “You need to learn control before you lose it and get yourself
killed. Or worse. You have no idea the kind of danger you’re in, girl.”
I shook my head, fingers of my free hand
burrowing beneath his collar, thin skin of my knees imprinting on the cobbles
between his spread thighs.
But he pressed on before I could utter a
word of denial. “I’ll teach you that control.” His fingers
flexed, knotting the fine hairs at the back of my skull, his voice a breathy
whisper loud enough for only my ears. “No one knows better than me what you’re
hiding. What you are.”
One hand braced above his heart, the other
forced to clutch a ring of Glaith with a foreign family crest, it was my turn
to be silent. Trying to think through the haze clouding my brain.
Releasing my neck, he gentled, setting a
thumb to my bottom lip. “What’s your name?”
“Mm, yes.” A dainty cough made us flinch as one, for there, standing at the mouth of the alley were two Tritan ladies, their long, silver-blonde hair tied in elegant knots. Both wearing the silver mantle of a Priestess. “That’s what I’d rather like to know.”
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There has been so much going on that I am going to bombard you with teasers over the next couple of weeks, but I couldn’t WAIT to bring you Myra’s book because it is just so amazing. It is simply everything and I am so eager to get book 2 in my hands! Until then, join a HUGE party I am attending tonight in the BRAND NEW Black Light Central group on Facebook. Someone who has joined by the time the party kicks off will win a ONE HUNDRED DOLLAR gift card!! I can’t wait to see you there!
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All that reading gave Myra the gypsy bug. So, after college, (where she majored in professional gypsying) she moved to a ski resort in British Colombia to be a ski bum and chase the winter, because the cold was in her bones and it never bothered her anyway. (Points because Elsa of Frozen is her spirit animal?)
But then life caught up with her, as it does, and now she’s stuffed full of enough life experience to write until transcendence (where she will be first in line to get a sweet android body and travel the universe until the end of time). So that’s what she does, when she’s not listening to the voices or taking apart the electronics just to see their insides.
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February 4, 2019
Teaser Tuesday! ‘Guarded’ by Renee Rose
I am super excited to bring you this excerpt from returning Black Light author, Renee Rose. She really brought her A game to Celebrity Roulette and I really want you to read the rest because it is a really good story. Join us in the Romance Readers Recommend Facebook group for a party at 8p Eastern to win prizes and read even more excerpts!
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Guarded
How high would you bid for a fantasy night with your celebrity crush?
Black Light is back for the 3rd year in a row with nine *brand new* sexy stories set in their new West Coast club! This year you’re invited to celebrate Valentine’s Day VIP-style as Black Light combines their annual kinky game of BDSM roulette with a celebrity charity auction. Three hours of fun. Five hard limits.
We’ve loaded the wheel with naughty new kinks for our couples as they play to win a free month at the exclusive club… but there’s more than money on the line when hearts get involved.
Drama, fame, and fantasies await if you’re brave enough to spin the wheel!
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He starts with a leather paddle, light and slappy, a great warm-up tool.
Yes, this man definitely knows what he’s doing. He doesn’t hold back. It’s not too much–the leather slapper is forgiving, but he’s certainly not one of those doms who fears I can’t take it. My whole ass warms up under the slaps, which he concentrates on my sit spots. Every once and awhile he smacks the butt plug, driving it deeper inside me.
My body purrs as the heat builds, endorphins start to flow. And with the sense of well-being comes all the sexier memories of my former bodyguard. The time he answered his hotel door in nothing but a small towel around his waist. Lord, that body! Tattoos wrapped around solid muscle. He is a perfect specimen of manliness—a freaking stallion. I remember the time we got stuck in a throng outside a club in the Big Apple. I tripped but instead of falling, found myself swept up into his arms and carried like a princess out to the waiting car.It was hard not to swoon. He stops spanking and pumps the plug in and out of my ass. I am seconds from orgasming when he stops. I bet he knew that, too.
He slaps between my legs. “You need to come, Red?”
“Yes,” I moan, excited that he might let me.
“Too bad.”
Damn.
“You won’t come until I give you permission.”
Yeah, this man definitely has government-trained torture skills.
Delicious.
He runs a calloused hand over my twitching ass. “Redheads mark easily, don’t they?”
I don’t answer because I assume the question is rhetorical.
“I bet you’ll look good in stripes.”
Excitement simultaneously zips up my spine and down my inner thighs. My toes curl in my platform heels.
He slaps my pussy again, then gives my clit a far too short rub.
I moan and wiggle my ass. He steps away and out of my periphery I watch him draw a cane from his bag.
Oh shit.
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Isn’t that hot? I can’t wait for you to meet Lincoln and Scarlett! Just a few more days until Celebrity Roulette is live and THEN I can really hammer away at the rest of Inheritance. It is coming, lovelies, I swear!
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USA Today Bestselling Author Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky romance. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical, Sci-Fi and BDSM awards, Spanking Romance Reviews‘ Best Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite author, and was a finalist for The BDSM Writer’s Con Golden Flogger award. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon’s Top 100 Authors. Grab six free books for FREE here.
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January 31, 2019
Teaser Thursday! ‘Switched’ by Livia Grant
The next story I want to share from Black Light: Celebrity Roulette is by my bestest friend Livia Grant. She is the co-founder of our BDSM focused publishing company, Black Collar Press. She has taken a new approach with her story and readers are going to absolutely love it. Without wasting any more time, take a peek at ‘Switched’.
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Switched
How high would you bid for a fantasy night with your celebrity crush?
Black Light is back for the 3rd year in a row with nine *brand new* sexy stories set in their new West Coast club! This year you’re invited to celebrate Valentine’s Day VIP-style as Black Light combines their annual kinky game of BDSM roulette with a celebrity charity auction. Three hours of fun. Five hard limits.
We’ve loaded the wheel with naughty new kinks for our couples as they play to win a free month at the exclusive club… but there’s more than money on the line when hearts get involved.
Drama, fame, and fantasies await if you’re brave enough to spin the wheel!
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Excerpt
“Hello, Piper. I was glad to see you’d signed up to play tonight as well. I was afraid I’d be the only really famous participant.”
It was a good thing she wasn’t prone to laughing easily or she would have probably made an ass of herself snickering at the boasting statement by the has-been Robert McCauley. He may have been the hottest leading man in a TV drama in his day, but she hated to tell him—his day was long gone. “Never fear, Robert. Looks like there’s a good showing here,” she nodded in the direction of the others including Scarlett A, the famous rock star and then to Ronan Bellington the hugely popular celebrity chef.
The much older man, with an obvious toupee, leaned in close enough that she caught a whiff of his stale breath, luckily overpowered by his Old Spice aftershave. “Well, they aren’t of our caliber now, are they?”
The asshole was bold enough to reach out and touch her arm with an intimacy he didn’t deserve.
This. Right here. It was just one of the many reasons why she had taken her sexuality into her own hands years before. Piper took a deep breath, reminding herself that he wasn’t one of her submissives. As much as she’d like to, she probably shouldn’t grab her crop and whip his offending hand.
Showing restraint, she reached and clamped her hand over his, squeezing hard enough to turn his sleazy smile into hilarious open-mouth shock. Not wanting to make a scene, she leaned in close to talk intimately against his ear. “You seem to have forgotten that I am not Piper Kole tonight. My name is Mistress Ice and I don’t recall giving you permission to touch me, Robert.”
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Doesn’t Piper sound badass? She has definitely earned her title of Ice Queen and I can’t wait for you to read more.
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USA Today bestselling author Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and two sons… one a young man, the other a furry rescue dog named Max. She is blessed to have traveled extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia started writing when she felt like she finally had the life experience to write a riveting story that she hopes her readers won’t be able to put down. Livia’s fans appreciate her deep, character driven plots, often rooted in an ensemble cast where the friendships are as important as the romance… well, almost.
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January 29, 2019
Teaser Tuesday! ‘Hooked’ by Jennifer Bene
It’s commiiinnnggggg!!!! That’s right, lovelies! Yesterday was the cover reveal for CELEBRITY ROULETTE and I can’t wait to share these amazing stories with you all. Pink is the new blue for season 3, lovelies! GET READY!! I am going to flood the blog with excerpts of the stories in Celebrity Roulette, so I hope you are excited.
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Hooked
How high would you bid for a fantasy night with your celebrity crush?
Black Light is back for the 3rd year in a row with nine *brand new* sexy stories set in their new West Coast club! This year you’re invited to celebrate Valentine’s Day VIP-style as Black Light combines their annual kinky game of BDSM roulette with a celebrity charity auction. Three hours of fun. Five hard limits.
We’ve loaded the wheel with naughty new kinks for our couples as they play to win a free month at the exclusive club… but there’s more than money on the line when hearts get involved.
Drama, fame, and fantasies await if you’re brave enough to spin the wheel!
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Humor flashed in his eyes, a slight crinkling at the corners before he nodded. “I think I understand.” His thumb stroked up and down the column of her throat, but his grip never tightened, there was just a little more… pressure. “You think because you’re in the ballet that you’re somehow less than the other celebrities involved in the auction?”
“Well, they’re actual celebrities, so… there’s that.” A quiet laugh almost escaped her lips, but then his grip really did tighten. Higher on her throat now, just under her jaw, and he used the hold to tilt her head back again until his face filled her view.
“Let me add on to your friend’s requirements. While we’re playing tonight, you won’t refer to ballet, or yourself, in a negative way or you’ll earn a punishment, and it will be one you don’t enjoy. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, practically breathless, but that had a lot less to do with his relatively gentle hold on her throat and a lot more to do with the arousal currently buzzing through her bloodstream and concentrating the pulse between her thighs.
“Wonderful.” He removed his hand and smiled again. “Thank you for your trust.”
“Trust?” she echoed.
“Yes. Not every sub will let you touch their throat like that without proving yourself first, establishing the trust. I appreciate that you gave me that on faith alone. You trusted that I would keep you safe, and I swear that I will.” Wyatt’s smile changed a bit, widening into a grin that made him seem a lot less serious, more… playful. “That doesn’t mean I won’t hurt you, though. I admit that I’m looking forward to pulling some of those sweet cries from your lips myself.”
And, boom.
The pulse between her thighs turned into an all-out fire, which didn’t help the fact that she already felt too hot in the stifling room.
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With the last of the edits happening on the stories, this is going to be ready early enough we may actually be able to put it up for pre-order! Until then, add it to your TBR and stay tuned. I am bringing you ALL of the sexy excerpts.
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January 22, 2019
Teaser Tuesday ‘Subdued’ by Sara Fields
I have such good news, I am in the full swing of authorland. I am finally done with my story for Black Light: Celebrity Roulette and it am deep in edits of the other stories in the anthology. It releases on Feb 7 and I am super excited for everyone to read it because I am really happy with it so far.
For now though, I couldn’t let the day pass without bringing you an excerpt of the new release by my Nighthawk, Sara Fields. Take a peek at the finale of the Vakarran series which is STILL burning up the Amazon charts!
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Subdued
They hunted her. They caught her. Now they will subdue her.
The resistance sent them, but that’s not really why these four battle-hardened Vakarrans are here.
They came for me. To conquer me. To master me. To ravage me. To strip me bare, punish me for the slightest hint of defiance, and use my quivering virgin body in ways far beyond anything in even the very darkest of my dreams, until I’ve been utterly, completely, and shamefully subdued.
I vow never to beg for mercy, but I can’t help wondering how long it will be until I beg for more.
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“Bare yourself for me, now,” Zane said softly, the command in his voice ringing deep in my bones. I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed softly, allowing my hands to drift down. I opened them again and gripped the hem of my shirt and slowly pulled it up. Zane was there with me, helping to guide the fabric over my head. He didn’t rush me, only calmly assisted as I stripped before him.
He gently pulled off my boots and then my socks, leaving me standing on the soft mossy underbrush beneath my feet. Next, we took off my pants together. Standing in only my bra and panties, I shivered. I saw a look of appreciation cross his features. He wanted me too.
His thumb drifted across my skin then.
“Your skin is so pale and beautiful. I bet it’ll bear the mark of my lash beautifully,” he mused and the dark seduction in his voice left me breathless with need.
I reached behind my back and undid the clasp of my bra, and my breasts felt heavy as I pulled it away from my body. Zane gripped the hem of my underwear and knelt before me, dragging them down my hips and revealing the last of my secrets to his view. His breath was warm against the wetness of my pussy and I breathed shakily in response.
“Zane, please,” I begged.
The tip of his tongue reached for my wet folds, dragging up across my clit. I squeaked with both surprise and pleasure, and he chuckled quietly at his conquest.
“Your cunt tastes the sweetest when you know you’re about to be punished, little human,” he said, and all the breath left my lungs in a single gasp. There was no fighting him then, I knew that. He could whip me, spank me, fuck me, I didn’t care, but I would do anything to feel that tongue between my legs once more. He met my gaze and I knew he knew it too.
He stood back up and I watched as he uncoiled some rope from his belt. He curled one loop around my wrist and tied it to a nearby tree. He did the same with the other. After I was stretched outward like I was mounted on a cross, he moved behind me and allowed his fingers to touch the vulnerable skin of my back. I sighed and then he dragged them down until he cupped my ass with them. Clutching my nervous cheeks, he dug his fingers into my flesh and I moaned softly, unsure if I should be feeling pleasure, pain, or even both.
When he released my ass, I sighed, with relief or disappointment, I didn’t know.
Behind me, I heard his belt jingle quietly and I tried to swallow my rising anxiety. I’d never felt the fire of a man’s belt before and as much as I wanted to escape right now, I wondered just how it might feel. If I might like it. I knew it would hurt, but my body was doing curious things in response. My nipples were harder than ever, begging to be touched. My legs rubbed against each other and I knew I was much wetter than before. I could feel it dripping down my thighs. My body wanted to feel the leather against my bare skin.
I should be ashamed. I shouldn’t be reacting like this.
But still, my pussy clenched with desire. Zane’s arm reached around my hip, reaching between my legs and I shook with pleasure. He cupped my pussy in his palm stroking one finger up and down my wet folds.
He chuckled softly, and I couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping my lips. It took tremendous effort to draw in one breath after another. I tried to control the nervous anxiety and developing excitement in my body, but I was quickly losing it. Zane took his other hand and dragged it up my back. Gooseflesh erupted all over my skin and I sighed with delight, only for him to reach up behind my head. In a rush of movement, he gripped the hair at the base of my skull, pulling my head backwards.
I cried out at the sudden pain, but I did not protest. I knew begging for mercy would accomplish nothing. Zane was going to punish me, and he wouldn’t stop until he wanted to, until I learned my lesson and my entire body was good and sore. As much as I was afraid of what was about to happen, I couldn’t deny that I wanted it too. The hand cupping my pussy fell away from my skin.
A slapping sound echoed throughout the woods and at once, I realized that he smacked my pussy. Delicious pain consumed me for a long moment, but then, my pussy began to throb with pleasure. I breathed heavily, drawing in air as my desire began to grow.
“After I whip this naughty ass, I’m going to make sure to punish that wet little cunt of yours, good and hard,” he whispered, and my pussy clenched in excitement.
Zane’s hold on my hair fell away next and then, a piece of fabric drifted over my eyes. Deprived of my vision and swallowed up by darkness, my other senses grew stronger. I heard the crackle of leaves behind me, the sound of Zane’s bated breath, the sway of the trees in the wind and I found it hard to quell the rising desire in my body.
I heard many footsteps in the leaves and then, someone moved in front of me, but I couldn’t figure out who. All I knew was that Zane was no longer the only one taking part in my punishment. My nipples hardened into tight little peaks and my pussy clenched and I couldn’t deny that I wanted to know what was going to happen next. A pair of fingers reached out and caressed my nipple, before pinching it hard enough to make me cry out.
Another hand reached between my legs, exploring my rampant arousal and I shivered with my shame. I felt a smooth surface rub against my cheek and the scent of leather drifted to my nose. Trembling, I tried to pull in a breath but then, the fingers between my legs began to circle my throbbing clit.
“About to get the belt, and still, she’s as wet as ever,” Valdus said nonchalantly and my shame washed over me.
Another pair of fingers joined his, before they left my pussy and immediately thrust into my mouth.
“Taste how wet you are,” Zane mused. All four of them knew it. I felt humiliated, but also incredibly turned on.
Trying to be as obedient as I could, I swirled my tongue around his thick digits, tasting the sweetness of my arousal. I whimpered softly with my shame, before he dragged his fingers from my lips. Gently, he cuffed my cheek and I could feel my own wetness on my skin.
“She’s beautiful,” Caleb muttered under his breath and his voice was like a light in the darkness for me.
Next to me, Zane pressed his lips to my shoulder.
Devoid of sight, I didn’t know what was going to happen next, but when I heard something swish through the air, I stiffened. A fiery lash burst across my ass then and I cried out with surprise. If I had thought Tavik’s palm had been painful, it was nothing compared to Zane’s belt. The lash fell again as Zane began to fall into a steady rhythm. I twisted and turned in my bonds, but the belt met the curves of my ass, as well as my thighs each and every time.
I cried out. I begged, but nothing I could do stopped the leather’s assault.
It burned hot and with my sight taken away from me, it was the only thing I could focus on. Hands grasped at my breasts and my pussy, pinching me, teasing me and forcing me to feel pleasure even as the belt whipped against my skin. With the men touching me, it was hard to keep my body’s reactions at bay. The whip of the belt caused an initial burst of pain, but then, with the men’s touch and knowing how I’d lost complete control, pleasure soon followed. Fingers pinched at my wet folds, and I couldn’t stop them, bound as I was. They were going to give me pleasure and pain, and I couldn’t do a thing about it.
I had to take it. All of it.
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With all of the work on the next Black Light book, I am super excited to start bringing you excerpts of stories from Celebrity Roulette! Keep an eye on my blog because these are going to be never-before-shared excerpts and you are going to love them. Until then, grab Subdued and find out what happens in this amazing finale of the Vakarrans series.
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Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.
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January 15, 2019
Teaser Tuesday! ‘Black Light: Possession’ by LK Shaw
Where has the time gone? Just when I thought I had things under control, life spirals and things get away from me. Hopefully we can get to a normal schedule again soon! I am super excited to you the bring the final book in season two of Black Light, Black Light: Possession by LK Shaw introduces a new menage couple to the Black Light scene and there is some kinkery coming for sure.
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Black Light: Possession
After relocating to Washington, D.C. to avoid an overzealous secret admirer, Dr. Madeline Parrish wants to learn all that the city has to offer. When a friend invites her to explore the dark pleasures at the exclusive BDSM club, Black Light, Madeline meets two enigmatic Doms, with whom she spends one explosive night.
Soon the ‘love letters’ from her admirer start arriving, but now their tone is clearly threatening. When it’s discovered the letters are eerily similar to those written by the serial killer, ‘Casanova,’ FBI Agents Joseph Crocker and Nathaniel Morgan are brought in to investigate.
Much to their surprise, Madeline is the sexy submissive they shared an unforgettable night with.
Crocker and Morgan tempt and seduce Madeline into becoming theirs. Casanova, however, has other plans for her.
Can the men catch the killer before he makes Madeline his next victim?
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“How do you feel about knife play?”
There was a devious twinkle in his eyes at her answers. I knew Nat would push her limits with his love of the knife. For him though, it wasn’t about the cutting per se, although he certainly enjoyed seeing his shallow marks on a sub’s skin. He also didn’t bleed anyone unless they enjoyed it. It was the mind-fuck, the fear, that turned him on.
She took a moment to ponder her answer. “Honestly, I don’t know. I’ve never experienced it before. Is blood involved? Because that would definitely be a hard limit.”
Nat replied since this was his area of expertise. “For me, it’s not about the blood. It’s the rush of the mindfuck. It’s a heady feeling knowing that my sub trusts me enough to not damage her body. On occasion, I like to leave some scratches, a reminder, but they’re shallow and I don’t fully break the skin. Of course, there is definitely a tremendous amount of trust involved. Because sometimes, things happen. But I always take every safety precaution before engaging in any play, especially with someone inexperienced in it. If it’s something you’d like to try sometime, I’m more than willing to oblige.”
I was glad she took her time, weighing the idea instead of immediately shooting it down. The power of the knife really was an integral part of him. Nat would accept her limits though.
“Let’s table that one for another time. For now, I’m going to go with hard limit with the option to change my mind.”
“Understood. I hope to change your mind soon.” He added with a cheeky grin.
“I hope you do too,” Madeline replied just as cheekily.
“Well, now that we’ve learned your hard limits, we should also share ours. We draw the line at electrical play and age play. Neither are our special kind of kink.”
“So you won’t spank me and make me call you Daddy then, huh?” She smirked, a sparkle shining from her eyes behind her glasses.
Nat slowly rose from his seat causing Madeline to tilt her head way back to track his movements. She shifted nervously in her seat, swallowing hard, most likely realizing she awakened the beast inside him. He took one step forward, and threaded his fingers through her hair before fisting the strands and gently, but firmly, pulling her up and out of her chair. He leaned down and rasped his night stubble across her cheek and jaw before stage whispering in her ear. I could see her tremble from the hot breath blowing against her.
“There will most definitely be spanking involved, pet. My hand is already twitching with need to redden that ass of yours. You’re spunky and full of fire and I like it. But I think it’s time now for that punishment you earned. Along with a new one it looks like we’ll be adding to it. Just so you don’t forget it’s Master, not Daddy. Now, be a good submissive and tell us your safe word.” He nipped her ear, emphasizing the command behind his directive and she sagged against him, her arms clutching his biceps as though to hold herself up. Nat braced his hand around her hip to help keep her steady.
Her eyes were heavy-lidded with arousal and it took her a moment to get her bearings. Once she had, she wobbled a bit as though weak in the knee. I stood and moved behind her, effectively caging her between us. I traced a path with my finger down her arm causing her to shiver.
On a shaky breath, she exhaled her answer. “Dragonfly.”
“Good girl. Now, are you ready to accept your punishment, Madeline?”
“Yes, Master.”
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I am happy to say that while life keeps throwing me curves, I AM writing! My story in Black Light: Celebrity Roulette is almost done and I am helping edit some of the other stories that have come in for the anthology. Fingers crossed that I will be able have time to breathe at some point. Until then, grab Black Light: Possession because this hot story is just what you have been waiting for.
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LK Shaw is a physical therapist assistant by day and author/social media addict by night. She resides in South Carolina with her high maintenance beagle mix dog, Miss P, who should probably just have her own Instagram account. An avid reader since childhood, she became hooked on historical romance novels in high school. She now reads, and loves, all romance sub-genres, with erotic romance and romantic suspense being her favorite. LK enjoys traveling and chocolate. Her books feature hot alpha heroes and the strong women they love.
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December 18, 2018
Teaser Tuesday! ‘Feral’ by Sara Fields
I am FINALLY back from South Africa and despite my horrible cell service, there were several FB Live videos posted in Dark Haven and in Dani René’s Darklings to share the amazing views the trip had. Have you seen them!?
I have SO MUCH to catch up on, but I wanted to bring you the newest release of my nighthawk, Sara Fields. She broke into the top 100 in all of the entire Paid Kindle Store over the weekend!!! Take a peek and you will see why it was well deserved.
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Feral
He warned me what would happen if he lost control. I didn’t listen.
He told me to stay away from him, that if I got too close he would not be able to stop himself. He would pin me down and take me so fiercely my throat would be sore from screaming before he finished wringing one savage, desperate climax after another from my helpless, quivering body.
Part of me was terrified, but another part needed to know if he would truly throw me to the ground, mount me, and rut me like a wild animal, longer and harder than any human ever could.
Now, as the feral beast flips me over to claim me even more shamefully when I’ve already been used more thoroughly than I imagined possible, I wonder if I should have listened to him…
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He growled low in his throat, the sound turning into a purr that only functioned to make me melt before him. His small suctioned cock head had stayed attached to my clit, twisting and turning with my body no matter the position it seemed. The feathery tendrils tickled my clit hard, more persistently and it was with a very deep shame that I realized I was getting wetter even as he was spreading my ass cheeks apart and staring down at my forbidden channel. Dear god, what was wrong with me?
His fingers dipped down into my arousal, dragging it backwards as he rimmed it around my asshole. The moment he discovered my wetness, he purred loudly in excitement. I moaned, and he lifted my hips up so that I was on my knees, forcing me to present my naughty hole to him as a result. I moaned with my shame.
I struggled to maintain position and to not clench my cheeks together, but the moment he pressed his cock against my back channel, I tensed with fear.
Jesus Christ.
He was going to fuck my ass.
Slowly, he pressed against me, and I fought against him, earning more than one hard, punishing slap to my ass until my bottom hole lost the battle against his cock. His massive head very slowly popped inside me, and it was enough to make me cry out in both shame and in slow burning pain as he took me as he pleased. Using me for his pleasure and ignoring my protests otherwise.
I felt every last inch of him enter my asshole, and despite my reluctance to even think about deriving pleasure from such a wanton act, inevitably, I felt myself rising up in ecstasy once again.
“No. Fuck. Please,” I begged, not really knowing what I was asking for anymore.
My pleas went unanswered.
His hips began to rock back and forth, dragging his massive cock in and out of me slowly, steadily before beginning to increase in tempo.
At that moment, I knew whatever moment of clarity and temporary gentleness he had just had was now gone. His body temperature increased, and I heard his growl rumble deep in his chest, a sound I was now connecting with his arousal, excitement, and alpha nature.
Now, he was going to mount me. Fuck my ass as hard as he wanted, and I whimpered as his pace steadily built, faster and faster in my tight hole. I squirmed beneath him and the suction on my clit increased in pressure. I moaned as it teased me, forcing yet another orgasm to begin its ascent once again.
I fought it. I didn’t want to come while his cock was pressed deep into my asshole, but as the seconds passed, I knew that I wasn’t going to have a choice.
I moaned. I squirmed, and I whimpered, but blazing hot pleasure pulsed through my core. My wet greedy cunt squeezed around empty air, desperate to be filled as well.
He fucked me hard, rougher than before, and I could feel him losing control utterly and completely. He was like a savage, taking what he wanted, when he wanted, no matter what. His hips slammed into mine and had he not had a viselike grip on my waist, I would have shot forward. I could hear the loud echoes of our fucking and shivered with shameful desire.
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Sara is an author specializing in erotic spanking romance, who spends the day doing science, and writes by night. She has been on the spanking scene for many years, and has experienced all different types of spankings, from sensual, to fun, to punishments, including all of the implements she writes about! Sara finally decided to branch out and write some hot spanking fiction, so she could share the sexy fantasies that happen deep in the recesses of her creative mind.
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