5 Reasons @JorjaLovett loves Erotic Romance #7SinfulSecrets #Anthology

5 Reasons I Like Erotic Romance by Jorja Lovett

  1. Well, we have to start with those sex scenes – they’re fun to read and write. When we’re following the journey of our lead characters we want to follow it right to the end and that includes what happens in the bedroom.
  2. You learn something new every day! Whether it’s picking up new tips and tricks during research for my books, or from other authors, there’s always something fun to introduce into your own sex life 😉
  3. There’s a fabulous community which has built up around the genre with so many people sharing their stories and supporting each other.
  4. The covers! Okay, there are a few dodgy ones out there but generally they are hot, hot, hot! I’ve been very fortunate with my cover art, with some beautiful work from Evernight Publishing and Totally Bound and there’s nothing like that feeling when a new one hits your inbox.
  5. Erotic romance incorporates so many different areas – shifters, menage, BDSM, m/m, m/f –  there’s no chance of ever getting bored.

Book Title: 7 Sinful Secrets
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Erotic romance,
Anthology, Short stories

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OVERALL BLURB:
Seven marriages—seven sinful secrets.
Marriages shouldn’t have secrets, should they? Follow our seven couples, as they come to terms with the fact that their partner has been holding something back from them. Will it make or break their relationship? Read on to find out, and have your fan at the ready, because these secrets are hot!
THE KNICKERS by +Doris O’connor 
 Discovering frilly French Knickers in your husband’s dry cleaning can only mean one thing, right? They’re certainly not Mareijke’s! Devastated at this find, she returns home early and walks in on the unmistakable sounds of Stefano in the throes of passion… but things are not what they seem…
 
BEHIND THE MASK by +Raven McAllan 
 When Daisy went on holiday she did not expect to return with a drop dead gorgeous husband. Life is great until she meets a masked stripper at her belated hen night. She knows the eyes behind that mask, doesn’t she?
 
BIT ON THE SIDE by +Jorja Lovett 
 Helen thought she’d lost her husband to depression after he lost his job. Now he’s back, happy, horny and ready to play. But Carl’s spending so much time on his
computer she’s worried he’s got something to hide. Will his secret tear them apart, or bring them closer than ever?
 
DOMINATION DREAMS by +Michaela Rhua 
 Nicholas Cole has been married to Marissa for twenty years, and he dreams of being dominated by his vanilla wife. When he returns from a business trip, he is in for one heck of a birthday surprise.
 
ANNIVERSARY GIFT by +cherie nicholls 
 Cleo knows her wife is up to something, and she is determined to find out what it is. When she walks in on Marie and some bloke at a hotel room, she thinks all is lost. And then Marie orders her to stay… And when your Domme gives you an order…
 
SEX TAPE by +Kiru Taye, Author 

Juan Roberto’s unexpected arrival home turns on its head when he discovers his wife Noni has a mind-blowing surprise she’s been hiding from him. Discovering secrets and sex tapes have never been hotter or more pleasurable…
Contains: a naughty video and an even naughtier married couple rediscovering each other.

TASSELS by +Alannah Harte 

Harrington loves his new wife Penny. So much so that he puts his own desires for a more excitingsex life to one side. Their lovemaking may be vanilla, but it’s all he needs, or so he thinks, until the suitcase breaks and he discovers her secret.

 
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Excerpt from The Knickers by Doris O’Connor

“Because seeing you dressed like this makes me horny as hell.”

He had to be hearing things. She could not mean what she had just said. However the short bursts of her warm breath against his neck and the hardness of her nipples against his arm confirmed the truth behind those words, as clearly as the musk of her arousal. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be wet for him. Her body gave her away, as surely as his own responded to her. The dominant in him rose to the fore, and he halted the upwards progress of her hand with a growled, “No.”

She froze, and he fisted his hand in her hair, pulling her head backward to enable him to study her face. Stefano lost himself in the tender and hopeful expression mirrored in her beloved features, and he kissed the tears still clinging to her eyelashes away.

Mareijke sighed in submission, and he smiled into the kiss he slanted across her lips. How he had missed her, the simple act of kissing, tentative strokes of her tongue matching his forceful ones, as he took the kiss deeper, angling their bodies until she was lying underneath him on the bed. He yanked the cushion still between them away with an annoyed growl and thrust his frill covered cock into her groin.

She gasped into his mouth and clung onto his shoulders. Arching her hips to meet him thrust for eager thrust, she locked her ankles behind his ass, and Stefano grunted his approval. This is what he needed, this reassurance that she still wanted him as much as ever, and suddenly he couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted her bound and naked, the silky walls of her tight pussy milking his cock, as he fucked her hard and fast.

He broke the kiss with a bite to her lower lip that made her squirm, and he cupped her mound. The damp fabric made him smile almost as much as her hiss of pleasure when he pressed against her clit. A shudder went through her, and her eyes went wide when he straddled her legs.

“Grip the headboard for me, and don’t let go.”

She complied immediately, and he grabbed the ends of her sensible blouse and yanked hard. Buttons popped and fabric ripped as he pulled the thing clean off her, and his breath stalled in his lungs at the vision in front of him. His wife’s ample breasts were barely concealed by the scraps of red lacy scaffolding covering the heavy mounds, and he ran his knuckles across the hard nubs clearly visible through the see-through fabric. They firmed even more, and she arched into his touch. Her little teeth made imprints on her bottom lip, swollen from his kisses, and her whole body shook in need when he ran a finger under her bra cup. He pulled it down freeing that breast to his gaze and with a grin at her bent down and sucked the rosy tip of her nipple into his mouth.

“Stefano … please…” Her lust-filled moan shot straight to his cock, and he suckled harder, kneading the other nipple between his fingers. He knew how responsive she was to this kind of stimulation, and helplessly trapped as she was under his legs, he could feel the rising tension of her body, her desperate need to come. Breath coming in short gasps, her auburn hair feathered across the pillow, she held onto the headboard with a white knuckled grip, as her body clambered towards release. She screamed her annoyance when he released her nipple and bit down hard, causing her to pant harder.

With an audible rip the delicate lace of her bra gave way under his ministrations and her bountiful curves spilled into his waiting hands. Stefano pushed them together and blew across her distended nipples. Mareijke squirmed underneath him. A fierce blush spread across her sweat-slicked skin, and her head rolled form side and side. He drank in the sight of his wife lost to her arousal, and a sense of calm settled over him, like it always did, when he gave her pleasure. Even without the discussion that they would have to have soon, he knew that all would be all right between them. Stefano lifted himself off her and pulled her pants off, taking her lacy thong with them. The musk of her arousal drew him, and he left the trousers dangling just under her knees. Pushing her knees up, he angled her lower body until she was half lying on her side. With her hands still clutching the headboard and her legs trapped inside her trousers she had nowhere to go, and he ran his hands down the curve of her hip and kneaded her ass cheeks. She pushed into his hand with a small moan, and he brought his hand down on one shapely ass cheek.

“Yesssss, again … Please, Stefano … I need.” The rest of whatever she was going to say was lost in the sound of his hand connecting with her milky flesh, and his cock threatened to split its lacy covering, seeing the red marks of his possession. Hearing Mareijke’s needy sighs in his ears he couldn’t wait one minute longer. The sheets of the bed were stained with her arousal, and without further ado he freed his throbbing dick and aligned himself with her wet entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you now, cara. Is that what you want?” He growled his question into her shoulder and bit her ear, soothing the sting with his tongue.

 

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#Sexy, thrilling romance-Passion Shields Series @KiruTaye #Giveaway

PASSION SHIELDS SERIES by Kiru Taye

This is a multi-part series following the exploits of the sexy men and women of the Moss Star Security firm owned by Benjamin Moss and Christopher Star. We meet the lovers they possess, the clients they protect and travel internationally from London to Freetown, from Johannesburg to Los Angeles in sexy stories packed with sizzling secrets and thrilling suspense.

Contains: sexual situations, strong language and some violence.

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Top Ten Characters in the Passion Shields Series
BENJAMIN MOSS: co-owner of Moss-Star Security firm. Husband of Selina. South African, ex-mercenary. Main character in Scars, Secrets and Scores.

SELINA MOSS: deputy head pharmacists in a major London hospital. Wife of Benjamin. Came to live in London after the Sierra Leonean civil war. Main character in Scars, Secrets and Scores.

CHRISTOPHER STAR: co-owner of Moss-Star Security firm. Benjamin’s best friend. Single. From Chechnya. Main character in Shameless, coming soon.

KENNY CRUZ: Moss-Star team member. Benjamin’s friend. Owns a Bar Atlantic night club. Divorced. Ex-military. From Nigeria. Main character in Surrender, coming soon.

LORA CAMPBELL: Nurse. Selina’s best friend and former housemate. Works in the same hospital as Selina. Main character in Shameless, coming soon.

BEATRICE MOSS: Actress. Benjamin’s sister. Lives in South Africa but wants to move to the UK. Main character in Surrender, coming soon.

KAYA TEJAN-COLE: Selina’s brother. Student. Lives in Sierra Leone. Selina wants him to join her in the UK. Main character in Semper, coming soon.

JUAN ROBERTO: Moss-Star team member. Married to Noni. Main character in Sex Tape, in the 7 Sinful Secrets anthology.

NONI ROBERTO: Office Manager at Moss-Star. Married to Juan. Main character in Sex Tape, in the 7 Sinful Secrets anthology.

CASEY BRADSHAW: recently joined the Moss-Star team. Ex-military. Main character in Semper, coming soon.

scarsl1mScars (Passion Shields, book 1)
Blurb:
She clutches at control to cover her flaws. He wants to strip her bare because she’s beautiful.

Selina Moss hides a secret beneath her controlled happy exterior. Her body is covered in scars and she’s never revealed them to anyone. She’s not beautiful and she doesn’t want pity.
However, it’s her wedding night and husband, Benjamin Moss, is determined to strip down her barriers.
Benjamin is not playing fair, not when he’s deploying breath-stealing seduction as well as mind-melting sex toys. But will he still want her when she bares all?
Buy link: http://kirutaye.com/booklist/scars

secrets1mSecrets (Passion Shields, book 2)
Blurb:
Her body is his to command, her heart his to win.
Selina Moss bared her body to her husband and allowed him to see her and touch her like no one else has ever done. When a member of the family visits, she realizes there is still so much about her husband she doesn’t know.
Benjamin’s remorse about his family history drives his actions. Selina is his present and he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from being contaminated by his past, including revealing the shame that burns his soul.
But for Selina, finding out about Benjamin’s past means investing emotionally in a man who’s only going to walk away once their temporary arrangement comes to an end. Is she ready to bare her heart to him along with the secrets of their past?
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Scores_400pwScores (Passion Shields, book 3)
Blurb:
His love possesses her. Will it protect her too?
Benjamin Moss has proven how much he cares about his wife, Selina. She pushed him to shred his iron control and bare his soul to her. In return he’s earned her much guarded heart as well as her body.
But her past has finally caught up with her and scores will have to be settled before they can have a happy ending. Can Benjamin’s love protect her from those who seek to destroy both of them? Or will she finally lose the man who’s possessed her body as well as her heart?

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AuthorBioA lover of books, as a teenager Kiru used to read novels under the blanket during lights-outs in boarding school. These days, with a young family to take care of, she’s still sacrificing sleep for the pleasures of a good book.
After over ten successful years in the corporate rate race, she has chosen a different kind of creative challenge—transforming her wildly vivid imagination into sensual, atmospheric romance stories with passionate characters.
When she’s not writing or reading, she’d hanging out with family and friends or travelling. Born in Nigeria, she currently lives in the UK with husband and children.

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#BookSpotlight Her Bear Protector by Doris O’Connor #Sexy #BDSM #Erotica @mamaD8

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Her Bear Protector by +Doris O’connor
Categories: Erotic Romance, BDSM, Contemporary, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Word Count: 34,181
Heat Level: SEXTREME
Published By: Siren-BookStrand, Inc.
Book Blurb

From the minute Ronan Bernhard roars into Tina Snowdon’s sleepy village on his Harley, he inhabits her thoughts and dreams. The inked mountain rescue biker is a sex-on-legs hunk, and her knickers aren’t the only ones that melt in a flash at his wicked smile.

Ronan, however, keeps his distance and simply becomes another client of her cleaning firm, until the morning she turns up and finds his cottage trashed, and her life is turned upside down.

Bear Shifter Ronan recognises his mate the minute he scents her. Having her clean for him means he can watch over her from afar, because to claim her as his mate and sub is out of the question.

As the village protector he has responsibilities he can’t ignore—duties that will place Tina in grave danger—even if she were able to accept not only his bear, but also his darker desires. The morning she finds him injured, his bear takes over…

 

Blood rushed in her ears and she yanked at her restraints, but it was useless.

“Sir?” She hated the wobble in her voice, but where was he?

“I’m right here, babe. I can see you, and let me tell you, the sight of you bound and naked to do with as I please makes me so damn hard. I might have to jack off to make this last.”

Tina moaned at the mental images that brought to mind, and Ronan chuckled. The bed dipped again and he ran his hands up and down her arms and over her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled. Tina gasped and arched her back into his touch. Every roll and pluck made her pussy clench, and she couldn’t help her moan of need.

“Yes, you like that, don’t you? Such sensitive nipples. I wonder what you will make of these.” Something cold touched her nipples, to be replaced by his mouth. Ronan suckled hard and then attached something to her hard peak. Tina went rigid when he tightened the tension.

“Sir, please, that hurts.”

He stopped whatever it was he was doing immediately and some of the pressure on her nipple eased.

“Color?”

“Yellow.” She squirmed to try and get away from the tight feeling around her nipple and he loosened it further, until she could breathe easily again.

“How about now, babe?”

It was on the tip of her tongue to cry yellow again, if not red, but actually there was no need. It felt strange, but it didn’t hurt anymore, and she took a deep breath and murmured, “Green, Sir.”

“Good girl.” The obvious approval in his deep voice sent waves of heated arousal across her skin. She would just about do anything to please him, she realized with a start.

His mouth closed around her other nipple and she squirmed anew as he suckled that nub until it felt hugely distended. Tina clenched her thighs together to relieve the ache in her pussy, and he blew across her nipple. It felt cold against her slick skin, and this time when he clamped whatever it was on that side, she welcomed the slight pinch. He adjusted it to just the right pressure and Tina slipped a little deeper into the sensations assaulting her.

“If only you could see yourself, babe. Those are nipple clamps, linked by a chain, and if I do this…” Something tugged at her nipples at the same time, and Tina arched her back and moaned. Oh lord, that felt way too good. Tiny shards of pain skittered from her nipples in an invisible line to her clit, and she panted her arousal.

Ronan’s chuckle sunk into her consciousness like molten chocolate, and his next words sent her on fire.

“You look so fucking sexy, babe. I’ve got my cock in my hand and I’m stroking it for you. My fingers are wet with my pre-cum. Here, taste what you do to me.”

He ran his fingers along the seam of her mouth, and Tina opened eagerly. His unique salty musk exploded on her taste buds, and she sucked the digits further into her mouth. Ronan groaned, the bed dipped, and she needed no encouragement to open her legs wide. Instead of taking her however like she expected him to do, something cold hit the inside of her thigh and she yelped in surprise. He withdrew his fingers and surprise turned into a moan when that thing started to vibrate and Ronan held it right over her clit. Pleasure surged and her hips bucked upward to get closer to those delicious vibrations. Her orgasm build in ever tighter circles, and just as she was about to fly off that cliff, the vibrations stopped.

Tina yanked at her restraints and swore.

“Fuck, noooooo, damn it.”

A swat to her thigh was her reward, and Ronan’s voice held an edge of steel.

“Such foul language from my girl. I think she needs something else to occupy that mouth.”

Before she could even grasp his intentions, the bed dipped next to her head, and he hooked his finger into her mouth to force it open. His scent enveloped her when he pushed his cock past her lips, and Tina eagerly opened wider.

Her scalp stung, as Ronan wrapped his hands into her hair and fucked her mouth. It took mere moments for his cock to pulse and for the first drops of his cum to hit the back of her throat.

Tina swallowed, but Ronan pulled out and the hot splashes of his seed hit her breasts instead. Ronan’s bear roared with so much intensity the bed shook, and Tina’s stomach clenched in need. Fire raced through her veins, and then Ronan kissed her with so much heated intensity it left her in no doubt of his feelings. He kissed a path along her jaw and down her neck, where he suckled the sensitive skin with enough force to leave a hickey.

“You look so fucking hot dripping in my cum. You’re mine, Tina, and I want everyone to know that.” The growled words sent her pussy into spasms, and when he clicked the vibrator back on, Tina screamed as her orgasm raced through her.

 

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Ya Like That? #Sexy MM #Romance by @IyanaJenna

Ya Like That by +Iyana Jenna

GENRE: BDSM •
Contemporary • Erotic Romance • Fiction • Gay
LENGTH: 12,776 words/ Novella
Evan Foster is left with nothing after his father screwed up their family company. Evan’s father ended up in jail, his mother in a mental institution, and they lost all their possessions to the bank. Evan dropped out of college and he still has to pay for his mother’s treatment. He has a job at a diner but it isn’t nearly enough.

Brian Donaghue is a millionaire with a multinational company but isn’t lucky in love. When he sees the picture Evan sends in with a resume, he’s immediately interested. But the way he ropes Evan into his company is far from conventional. Brian makes Evan an offer he can’t refuse.

Or can he?

BOOK EXCERPT
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
Evan’s heart constricted looking at the huge manor standing before him. It reminded him of his family’s former house although that wasn’t as big as this. He shook off the mental picture and strode to the security post, another thing different from his family’s home.“Hi. I’m Evan Foster. I have an appointment with Mr. Donaghue.” The security guy looked him up and down, making him squirm.

“Can I have your driver’s license?”

Evan gave the man his driver’s license and got a visitor’s card in return.

“Thanks.” He turned toward the house.

“Wait. There’s a message for you.”

“Huh?” Evan took the envelope from the security guard’s hand and opened it. There was only one small piece of paper inside and he took it out.

Go into the house and come to the room at the end of the hall.

Evan frowned. It sounded like a line taken from a bad porn movie. Or perhaps Mr. Donaghue just liked to joke around.

Evan climbed up the short flight of stairs to the porch and reached out for the door knob.

“Hello?” His voice echoed in the large empty hall. Inside, it was dimly lit just like it was outside the house. Evan braced himself. He had permission to be there and instructions. He might as well do what he had to do.

Evan knew he had to get to the room at the end of the hall but he couldn’t help but feel intrigued and wanted to look around. Everything a mansion should have was here in this house: a vast welcoming area for guests, carpeted stairs spiraling up to the next level, and old portraits hung on the walls above the railing. Once he almost strayed, completely spell bound. He shook himself mentally and turned back to the hall.

After passing several rooms and doors, he got to the end of the corridor. He guessed it was the one on the left, for the one on the right was some feet before that. Evan tried the door. It was unlocked and dark inside. He felt around and found the switch. His breath hitched at the sight he was welcomed with. The room was bare, save for the thick red rugs on the floor and another piece of paper. Evan was written across it. He picked it up, turned it over, and read another message for him. Suddenly all of the air felt like it was being sucked out of his lungs. His sight blurred and his knees turned to jelly. He staggered until his back hit the wall, the pain throwing him back to awareness. He looked at the paper once more, hoping that it was just a figment of his twisted imagination. It wasn’t. The message still read the same.

Take off your shirt and shoes. Kneel on the floor in the middle of the room. Put your arms behind your head.

What was that supposed to mean? He signed a contract to be a personal assistant and not some … sex slave or something. Or was that what they meant by personal assistant? Bile bubbled up in his throat. So it was for this reason that they paid him high, huh? A high-class whore? Evan wanted to run away, not having anything to do with them or the man named Brian Donaghue, whoever he was. He just wanted to forget he’d ever brushed with this … this kind of stuff.

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Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.

Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Betsy, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.

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#BookSpotlight Open World COVEN by @CaseyMoss_ #Sexy #UrbanFantasy

Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss
Erotic Urban Fantasy

 

Open World – C.O.V.E.N. by Casey Moss is an Editor’s Pick!

The world has broken out in wars. Las Vegas has been ravaged by chemical warfare and is now home to several clans and creatures.

Welcome to I-D-8 Entertainment’s newest game: Clans of Vegas—Endless Night.

Friends and family have gathered for a crunch time playtest of C.O.V.E.N.. When a horrible thunderstorm hits, everyone’s sucked into the game for real. In the MMORPG, Hope Collins is kidnapped by Buzz and forced to submit to his whims. Her boyfriend, Alden, has to delay his quest of defeating a clan’s prince to save her, but time and circumstance don’t seem to be on his side. Faith Collins is bombarded by strange dreams brought on by Buzz. Her boyfriend, Tavis, learns to dream walk, but can he help break the spell she’s under and save her before she’s lost to him?

C.O.V.E.N. is more than just a game. It’s a whole other world.

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“I thought you might be interested in a hobby.” Buzz pointed at the yarn, which she put on the floor next to her. “The other items are to help you become the proper, submissive wife.”
“Speaking of being the proper wife. When are you going to give me some satisfaction as a husband should? Or do you have a problem in that department and can only get off on torturing helpless victims? Ones you have to capture and make submit to you?” The words tumbled out of her mouth without thought.
Buzz narrowed his eyes. His nostrils flared. “It’s not time yet for me to take your innocence,” his strained voice grit out. “And, for your lack in restraint in speaking to me, you will spend all night on the porch.”
“Yes, my love.” The dismal words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Doing as he’d instructed, she crawled behind him out to the back of the house.
He cranked open the windows. She undressed from the white shirt and gray skirt uniform, stepped forward and presented her hands in the air to be secured. Once she was in place, he took the dildo with the long horsehair attached to it and whipped her with the strands. Her ass cheeks burned and clenched each time they were marked with the lashes.
“Ah, what a lovely shade of deep pink my dear, like a nice piece of medium rare steak.” He slapped the area with his hand, then prepped the dildo and her anus with lube. Buzz shoved the toy up her ass.
The hairs danced in the breeze coming through the open windows and tickled her thighs.
Pins were placed on her nipples. She did her best to not react to the shooting pains zinging through her breasts. A blindfold covered her eyes.
Metal clanking and scraping sounded nearby. He didn’t leave the area as he normally would? Not liking the change in routine, the fact he stood somewhere close to her sent her nerves and heart racing.
Seconds later, a cold structure pressed against her abdomen. She recognized the cool metal to be the step ladder which usually sat in the corner. The apparatus pushed against her. When she heard the whiz of his zipper, she opened her mouth and granted him access. There was no use trying to fight him considering the position she was in.
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#BookSpotlight A Measured Risk by @NBlackthorne #Sexy #Regency #Giveaway

Hello Everyone, Natasha Blackthorne is here with book blitz for A Measured
Risk, Regency Risks Book One.

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 A MEASURED RISK
By Natasha Blackthorne
Book one in the Regency Risks Series
He is her most dangerous temptation, the only man she
has ever trusted and now he is demanding her submission. Dare she take the
risk?
Emotionally scarred in the horrific accident that took
her husband’s life, Lady Cranfield is imprisoned by her lingering terror of
horses and carriages. She longs to be closer to the fascinating Earl of Ruel,
as she senses intuitively that he might be able to teach her how to overcome
the terrors that hold her in bondage.
And now she’s willing to risk almost anything—her
reputation, even her virtue—to find out.
But what Lord Ruel proposes startles her.
When the shy, studious and socially awkward young
widow approaches him, Lord Ruel instantly senses she will be the sweetest, most
submissive experience of his life—but first he must gain her complete trust.
Lord Ruel makes Lady Cranfield a non-negotiable offer: His help in return for
her submission and obedience.
But Lady Cranfield grew up neglected by her ducal
parents, raised by servants and then later ignored by her handsome, charming
husband. She’s learnt to protect her heart at all costs and she trusts no one
but herself.

How can the jaded Earl of Ruel break through Lady Cranfield’s self-defences and
show her how to love when he himself has spent his life avoiding that tender trap?

Erotica Romance ~ Light BDSM ~ Rubenesque / BBW ~ Regency Historical ~ Shy Heroine ~ Novel Length 86,000 Words
Contains graphic erotic descriptions and frank sexual language. As a work of
historical romance fiction, A Measured Risk
is not intended to be an accurate portrayal of
modern BDSM lifestyles.

Excerpt from A Measured Risk

©Copyright Natasha Blackthorne 2012, 2013

For Adults 18+ Only

She backed all the way into the bookcase.

Why did you run away?” His deep voice settled in her
belly, rich and warm, like crème brûlée on a cold winter’s night.

Because I wanted you to follow.” She tried to sound
sophisticated and seductive, but her voice choked off on the last word.

Ruel placed his hand on the shelf above her head and blocked her path to the door.
His tall, solidly muscled body leaned over her, surrounding her with the
sumptuous, sinful scents of tobacco, Scotch whisky and something masculine and
undeniably dangerous. A slow, sensual smile stretched his hard mouth.

He appeared different. Softer. More approachable.

At the change, her insides seemed to flip over.

Well, sweeting, getting us off alone was a very inspired idea.” He touched one of her fallen ringlets. “I am bored to distraction with endless talk of hunting and fencing.”

As he slowly wrapped the curl around two fingers, he brushed her collarbone. Fiery
sparks tingled down her spine, so intense that she shivered and her nipples
beaded, pressing against her stays. By some instinct she hadn’t even known she
possessed, she arched her back, presenting herself for his assessment.

His eyes shone so vividly blue against his bronzed face that they resembled
cornflowers. She swallowed tightly and wished for a long drink of claret. This
more personal side of him suddenly seemed far more hazardous than his usually
fierce exterior.

Well, no matter. There was nothing to fear. She would allow only as much contact as
need be to get to know him a little. Since being torn from her lonely yet
secure life in Ireland and thrust into Society at age sixteen, she’d spent her
time allowing people only as near as was comfortable. She was an expert at
emotional evasion.

It should be easy to regain her control.

But now, as rays of the late-afternoon sun played over his pale hair, turning it
the colour of winter wheat, all her carefully rehearsed words flew from her
mind.

Say something—anything—else he will think you’re a bird-wit.

An intimate smile, one that invited her to play, tugged at his mouth.

In a situation like this, alone with a gentleman, it’s
perfectly normal for a lady to feel some apprehension.” His hushed voice,
barely audible above the piano and boisterous singing from down the corridor,
accentuated their isolation. His gaze became so piercing that she had to lower
her eyes.

He brushed his fingertips over her cheek. “She will invariably ask herself if he
will try to kiss her.”

She jerked her eyes back to his face. God, he couldn’t mean to—not yet, surely…
Peculiar, heated chills swept over her. She tried to take a step back, but
found her arse flush against the bookshelf.

He leaned closer; so close that his Scotch-scented breath tickled her face. “And
just in case you are wondering, Lady Cranfield—the answer is most assuredly
yes.”

She should demand that he put his arm down so she could pass by and leave. She
really should. But she couldn’t stop looking at his hard mouth and wondering
what it would feel like upon hers. He was so close to her that his breath blew
on her lips. If she moved but a fraction, she’d be kissing him.

Kissing
him.

Dear God. Her breaths began to come very fast and short. Her throat went tight with
a suppressed moan.

His eyes burnt as brightly as aquamarines. He looked so fierce. If he kissed her,
if he dared… Oh God, it would be so harsh. That cruel-looking mouth could
express itself no other way.

Excitement rushed through her, sending tingles to every point of her body, even her toes.

But no, he wouldn’t. Not yet.

He kept leaning closer. He didn’t close his eyes. Instead, he seemed to focus all
the harder upon her.

Her heart pounding, unable to move away, she braced herself for his assault.

His lips brushed hers, barely. A gossamer caress.

He lifted his head.

It was done.

Ended.

And it hadn’t even begun.

He held her chin, appearing so cool, so unaffected. His kiss had seemed to sear
her. An urge to put her fingers to her lips arose in her. She resisted it, for
it would give away too much of how she was affected.

Never show your feelings.

He traced his thumb along her lower lip, slowly, deliberately, as he studied her
with eyes that now glittered with something powerful and predatory. Heat pooled
in her pelvis, low and spreading even lower.

She went weak all over, as if she’d lain in a sunny window seat for too long. Her
knees almost buckled. She forced them to lock. To be strong.

It should not have affected her so profoundly. It had been just a peck—not a true
kiss at all. William had poured out all of his skill upon her and hadn’t
garnered even a tenth of the reaction in her that this man’s peck had.

Ruel traced her jaw line with his fingertips. Unthinkingly, she leaned in to his
touch.

Of course, once he has kissed her, then it’s his turn
to wonder…” His voice sounded unnaturally loud in her ears. “How will she
respond? Will she withdraw, or can he ignite some hidden fire?”

She sensed that he was toying with her. She didn’t understand flirtation—why had
she imagined she could carry off this ruse? Was he making advances in order to
have a laugh with Francesca and her simpering friends later? Hurt blossomed in
her chest. She resented him for that. She ought to feel indignant, superior,
uncaring—anything but hurt.

Please don’t make sport of me.”

She cringed. Was that quavering, pleading voice really hers?

An infinitesimal pause. “Now, why on earth would I do such a thing?” His voice was
as smooth as velvet.

To please your vanity,” she replied, trying to regain
her wits.

Here.” He placed her hand to his chest. The contours
of his muscles were hard, powerfully developed. Even more so than she’d
expected. His body heat radiated through the satin and, beneath her hand, his
heart’s beat was rapid and strong.

Is that vanity?” He put a finger under her chin,
giving her no choice but to face him. “Is it?” He gentled his grip.

The warmth in his voice settled over her like luscious hot chocolate. Melting her
insides to quivering burgoo, rendering her speechless, unable to move.

My dear, lovely Lady Cranfield, I am going kiss you again.”

About Natasha Blackthorne:

Escape into the past with intensely
erotic, emotionally driven love stories. Natasha Blackthorne writes
character-focused historical erotica romance featuring strong internal
conflicts. Her stories are most frequently about the intimate journey of the
characters as they learn to open their hearts to love.

Her heroines are not perfect ladies.
They are wildflowers and wallflowers who enjoy flirting with the forbidden.
Whether they are bold or shy, her heroines’ strong desires and deep emotions
drive the plot and drive their heroes to the point of no return.

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Meet London Saint James-Inspiration for Dark Tales Diaries #BDSM #Erotica @LSJRomance

Thanks for having me on your blog today.
I’m happy to be here to talk a little about myself and my Dark Tales Diaries
series.
 
Like many authors, I’ve been writing a long time. As a child I playacted out all the stories that were running around in my head, and as soon as I learned how to write, I scribbled down those stories. I wrote and stopped. Wrote and stopped. I had to do the sensible thing as I got older, or at least that’s what I was told. I went to college. Got a job. Did all those sensible things, but I always came back to writing. Around three years ago, I became more serious about becoming a published author and I decided to submit something. I figured what’s the worst thing that could happen? Being told, “You suck as a writer.” I prepared for the worst, but thankfully that didn’t happen. My first published story came in the form of an anthology. From there I’ve been writing as fast as my brain can think and my
fingers can type. *Smiles*
 
For me, writing is my dream job. “Becoming a successful author is nothing but a pipedream,” they said. But that “pipedream,” came true! Dark Tales Diaries is my 12th and 13th published book.
 
Question: If you loved someone and one day they just vanished from your life, what would you do to try and find them?
 
My answer: Anything earthly possible.
The inspiration for this BDSM series of short stories sparked from a casual conversation with the love of my life. Two words, “Dark Tales,” poked at me. From there, I sat down and typed non-stop. Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One and the
life of Tristan Blackthorn spilled out upon the “pages” of my laptop with
Volume Two soon following.

Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One

Author: London Saint James

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Romance Series

Blurb:

For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge?

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Be Warned this book contains: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish

Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two

Author: London Saint James

Publisher: Evernight Publishing

Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Romance Series

Blurb:

Blackthorn Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his efforts, Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks. Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume Two.

A voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy endeavor on The Observation Deck.

An invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything. Does she have enough guts to go to The Top Floor?

And a Maestro strikes the right cord with a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.

Be Warned this book contains: BDSM, anal sex, public exhibition, sex toys, spanking

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London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

Website: http://www.londonsaintjames.com

Twitter: @LSJRomance

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About Kiru Taye
A lover of books, as a teenager Kiru Taye used to read novels under the blanket
during lights-outs in boarding school. These days, with a young family to take
care of, she’s still sacrificing sleep for the pleasures of a good book.
During the day though, she transforms her wildly vivid imagination into sensual,
atmospheric romance stories with passionate characters.
When she’s not writing or reading, she’d hanging out with family and friends or
travelling. Born in Nigeria, she currently lives in the UK with husband and
children.
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Doris O’Connor Does A Bunny Hop #HonorableDom #BookRelease @mamaD8

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today. *smiley face*

Excuse my excited bunny hop impression, but, you see, it’s Release day, and I’m a tad excited. Doesn’t matter how many books I write and how many release days pass, I still turn into a gibbering wreck on release day. To see your little gem of an idea out there in the big wide world for everyone else to see—well, it’s just the best feeling ever. Especially when you know it’s just the start of the adventure, as this is a series.

I do love a series, but funnily enough, I never set out to write one. They just kinda happen. As a panster I’m completely character driven, and every once in a while there are secondary characters that pop up, which are impossible to ignore. This is what happened when I wrote Auctioned to the Honorable Dom.

My heroine Laura has a complicated relationship with her brother, and desperate for his approval she has made some bad choices in her past, that have left her emotionally vulnerable. Add to that the fact that she has been in love with her brother’s best friend since knee high, and things get interesting when said best friend purchases her at a slave auction at Club Spectrum.

Plenty of delicious conflict, too much to resolve in just one book, hence a series was born. Each book will be a standalone, but I hope readers will fall in love with the characters as much as I did, and follow them on their journey at Club Spectrum 🙂

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BLURB:

[Siren Allure: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, cropping, flogging, sex toys, HEA]

A drunken dare sees Laura Anderson sign up for the Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex with a real Dom is just what she needs. It was never meant to be with Slade Douglas, the only man she’s ever loved. The man who left her standing at her parent’s grave, and fled the country without an explanation.

Fifteen years her senior, Slade had thought her too fragile and innocent for the lifestyle then, and he made a promise to her brother to leave her alone. This time he cannot walk away, especially as Laura is not the innocent girl he remembers. She has grown into a beautiful woman, willing and able to gift him with her submission, and their chemistry cannot be denied.

As he explores her boundaries and pushes her further than she has ever been taken before, Laura flies, but their painful past may prove one obstacle too many.

There’s only one thing Slade can do…

 

ADULT EXCERPT:

Long and thick, his cock rested on his abdomen, and she traced a finger up the thick vein underneath, until she reached the bulbous head. His shaft twitched and hardened further under her gentle touch and she glanced up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. Her heart stalled in her chest, for Slade was watching her. One thick eyebrow raised, his gaze pinned her in place. Her skin tingled under his heated regard. Nipples firmed and her breasts grew heavy, and she squirmed on the bed and hastily withdrew her hand. Slade smirked and laced his hands behind his head in an air of nonchalance.

“Don’t stop now, petal. I find myself most curious as to what you had in mind.”

His deep voice washed over her and she let her eyes feast on the image of male perfection in front of her. From the full lips drawn up in a sinful smile, over the beard-roughened jaw, the thick neck with the prominent Adam’s apple, she let her gaze wander. Down over the width of his muscled shoulders, and the pectorals covered in a fine dusting of chest hair that narrowed over the ridges and valleys of his six pack, until it created a happy trail leading to the dark patch of hair at the base of his thick cock.

“Touch me, petal.” His voice sounded thicker than before she had started her visual inspection, and her body responded to the silken promise behind those words with a trickle of moisture between her legs. Her internal walls clenched in need, and she licked her lips when a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of Slade’s dick. He groaned and she bent forward, put her hands on his thighs, and then licked that slick of his essence away. Salty and tangy his unique musk filled her nostrils and she inhaled against his abdomen.

Slade’s thighs tensed under her hands, and he swore under his breath, making her smile. His skin, covering the hard muscles underneath, was silky smooth, and Laura ran her hands over the hard expanse of his tummy. Her lips followed the path her hands had already taken, and she flicked the hard little nubs of his nipples, and tugged at his chest hair.

“Naughty girl, you’re heading the wrong way.” The words were stern, but when she looked up she could see the laughter in his eyes, and something else, that turned her heart into a sledgehammer.

Slade wrapped his hand into her hair and tugged her up and close until she half lay on him. Her scalp prickled under the firm grip he had on her tresses, and her eyes closed at the first brush of his lips against hers.

He licked along the seam of her lips, and Laura sighed. Slade slipped in and took charge of the kiss with a thorough exploration of her mouth that left her breathless and needy.

She clenched her thighs to relieve the ache between her legs and Slade broke the kiss with a smile. He slapped her ass right across one of the welts leftover from last night and the residual pain zinged straight to her clit. Like sweet torture, that tiny bit of pain increased her need for him tenfold and she moaned her denial when he released her.

Slade cupped his now fully erect cock, and smiled at her.

“Beg for it, if you want it, petal, like a good little sub.”

Startled she looked up at him, and Laura swallowed hard at the intensity of his stare. Jaws clenched, Slade studied her, and her insides turned to goo at the air of command he exuded.

“Please, Sir, may I have your cock?”

Approval lit up his eyes, and Laura breathed easier knowing that she had pleased him. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would beg for a man’s cock, yet with him, here, right now, it seemed the most natural thing in the world. He stroked himself faster and Laura’s pussy clenched and unclenched in rhythm with those long fingered strokes up and down his cock. She wanted to wrap her fingers round his thick girth and swallow the renewed moisture leaking out of his slit.

“Where do you want my cock, petal? Which one of your sweet holes shall I fill?” Slade asked. He palmed one of her breasts with his free hand and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Sweet pain that made her more desperate for him.

“Shall I fuck your tits, petal, or your mouth?” He abandoned her breasts and ran his hand up to her throat, squeezing slightly, before he covered her mouth. His fingers dug into her jaw and he pulled her closer still, until he could nuzzle her neck. A shudder went through her and he sucked hard enough to leave a bruise. Biting down slightly, he then released her and ran his hand back down her body. He tapped her legs and Laura opened her thighs automatically.

“Good girl,” he whispered. Before she even knew what was happening, he had her flat on her back with her legs flung over his shoulders. Wide open and exposed, Laura trembled and flinched as he rubbed his stubble across the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. His hands dug into her ass cheeks, lifting her off the bed and she gasped when he slid his fingers through her wet slit and then pushed his slick thumb through her little puckered hole.

“Maybe I’ll fuck you up the ass. Would my little petal like that?”

****

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#SexySnippets from Power Play

Here are seven sexy sentences from “Power Play,” my novella about sensual bondage:

When she opened her eyes, his face was inches away. Elusive green-brown eyes searched hers. Her lips parted, matching his, and she tipped her head up to him. She felt how much he wanted to kiss her, and she wanted him just as badly. She waited, dying for the taste of his kiss. She hadn’t given him a chance to kiss her this morning, there wasn’t time. And she’d been dreaming of his kiss since she first saw him in the parking garage.

“Power Play”

“A seductive brat tempts a sexy artist to risk his one shot at partnership for a fling with her. But when he takes control, who will come out on top?”

When I wrote this, I wondered what kind of woman could seduce a man to risk his hard-won career to be with her. What if there was the danger of them being discovered any minute? I thought it would be fun to see how he’d plan his payback. What would he do if he had complete control over her for a night?

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