Review: Lost and Bound (The Dream Dominant Collection Book 2) by Pandora Spocks

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Author: Pandora Spocks

Genre: BDSM, Erotic Romance

Purchase link: http://amzn.to/2lDwB2w

My rating: 5 out of 5

Blurb: Blake Walker is no stranger to tragedy. Immediately following a horrific event years earlier, he was lost for a while until he embraced his Dominant nature and found his true calling. But things change and now he’s back where he started, helping to run his family’s secluded lake lodge.
When pampered Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke gets into trouble with the law, she’s sent to the wilderness of northern Ontario to cool her heels for a few weeks. There she meets sexy bush pilot Blake, who is tasked with seeing to her needs as the sole guest at the lodge.
Initially, Blake isn’t impressed with the spoiled actress, but he’s happy that her visit allows for his sister Jackie and her kids to go on a much-needed vacation. Try as he might, he can’t figure out what the hell Shasta Pyke is doing so far out of her element.
Shasta’s attracted to Blake’s obvious good looks, but there’s more to him than that. He sees through her armor to the vulnerable little girl she hides from the world. The Daddy Dominant in him craves to shelter her, to make her his own.
Is there any way Shasta will agree to submit to Blake’s Dominance?
Lost & Bound is part of Pandora Spocks’ Dream Dominant Collection, a series of stand-alone novels featuring sexy, Dominant men and the strong, red-haired submissives who find them irresistible. It is a contemporary erotic romance novel with a light BDSM theme, and features a DD/lg relationship. It is intended for mature audiences.

Review: I’ve read everything Pandora Spocks has written and published ever since Luke and Bella. Her work is getting better with each next novel, her style is just as smart and sexy, with a solid dose of romance, adventure, action and sensual kink. She has the ability to create well-rounded, lovable characters of both genders, no matter if they are her protagonists or the secondary players in her stories. The world in which she sets her plots is always well-constructed and with vivid descriptions that allow us to truly get lost in her tale.

One of my favorite BDSM plot lines/situations/themes involves the bratty, arrogant young woman getting knocked down a few pegs and learning more about herself through submission and humility. However, Shasta Pyke, the kickass redhead of the story, a spoiled Hollywood child star and a ‘kitten’ in need of proper taming, turned out to be a lot more than that. She was a merciless tease, not hesitating to use her beauty and charm to her advantage. However, she was also an insecure little girl under her sophisticated ‘armor’ whose strange life of early fame and money left her lost and confused about who she was. The personal drama that pushed her fiery temper and was the reason for Shasta’s brush with the law, the guilt she’s been carrying inside her brought another layer of complexity to her character. Usually, whenever I read an erotic romance with BDSM themes I really hate it when the Dom in the story instantly assumes that the heroine is a submissive. Still, it was done very well in here as it was clear that Shasta could use some guidance and a firm hand that was always missing in her life.

Blake, the bush pilot and ‘mountain’ man, the ‘Daddy’ to her ‘kitten’, has excellent observation skills and powerful intuition. I could buy it that he saw through her act and recognize her vulnerable nature beneath the tough act and flirty starlet attitude. Still, he wasn’t overly arrogant about it and didn’t accept Shasta’s being ‘a natural sub’ as if it was a sure thing. At first, I thought his character would be the ultimate cliché of a macho man living by his own rules. From the very first scene with him, we get to know him as a strong but caring, sensitive soul longing for a very specific kind of connection with the woman by his side. As the blurb stated he was no stranger to tragedy but that didn’t make him cold, hateful or overly cynical. Another thing I really loved was that he and his friend/mentor Scott were regular attendants of BDSM clubs and yet there was none of the usual “I’m using kink play to escape true intimacy and just use women to fill the black hole in me” kind of nonsense. He was a man without commitment issues who was simply exploring his sexuality while looking for his match.

I wasn’t sure how those two would end up together, at times it seemed like an impossible affair. Still, Ms. Spocks worked her magic and made their relationship progress in a really natural way. By the middle of the novel, I was really rooting for Shasta and Blake to stay together. They were completing each other in a perfect way in spite the differences in their lifestyle and proved to be exactly what they needed in spite of the obstacles. Their lovemaking was truly a thing of beauty. Speaking of that, I really loved the sex scenes and the fact that Pandora added more kink and more various play and tools to Shasta and Blake’s scenes. Even if I’m a fan of her writing and enjoyed Luke and Bella I felt that the kink and BDSM themes were way too light. I love her progress in Lost and Bound and how much more adventurous the two characters are. Perhaps the only thing that irked me is the ‘Daddy’ part of the Dom Daddy/Little Girl but that is entirely personal preference. There was nothing even remotely incestuous about their relationship.

I thoroughly enjoyed the book, the emotional and sexual development, the characters, the gorgeous landscapes and the resolution that worked out for the best for everyone involved. If you want a feel good, intelligent and beautifully written story of kink and romance, Pandora Spocks is a great choice. Five Bound Stars.

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Scarlett Flame and A Valentine’s Bind Blog Tour

TuesdayI rarely host two authors on Tuesday but today I’m taking part in Scarlett Flame’s blog tour. Go and grab a copy of her award winning book A Valentine’s Bind for only .99cents, a sexy tale of dominance, submission and empowerment.
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When University student Nicky Johnson decides to make an impromptu visit to a #BDSM club with friends she get more than she bargained for.
The alcohol fuelled evening finds her asleep on her sofa the next day, suffering from memory loss.
But who brought her home?
#Dominant Dariel Pearson shows her that #spanking and submission can be empowering.
Will this be a life changing experience for Nicky?
This New Adult contemporary romance is a steamy, sexy tale of love, dominance and #submission.

 

 

 

Although born in Salford I was raised in the Manchester area and still consider myself a Lancashire lass.I have always loved to read and write although began to write seriously about 2 years ago. My first blog post was published in February 2013 and since then I have gone from strength to strength. This has resulted in my being voted as Blogger of the Year 2014 on the site Skelat

My debut book Bound for Passion was published in late December 2013 and already has numerous 5* reviews, which I am truly proud of

My latest novel is an erotic paranormal romance set on a Steampunk world. The working title of which is The Prophecy Unfolds (Dragon Queen)

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Juliette Banks and The Russian Bride

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It’s Tuesday and I have another hot upcoming release for you. The wonderful erotic romance writer Rachel de Vine, known also as Juliette Banks, has written a hot BDSM erotic romance entitled the Russian Bride that will go live tomorrow, on March 8th, so get prepared to one click. You can check out Juliette’s Amazon page and get ready with some of her smoking teasers. Meanwhile, you can check out her other titles as Rachel and Juliette.

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Natasha, a Russian-born woman living in London, catches the eye of Viktor, a middle-aged Russian gangster. He wants her as his wife, the mother of his son, and his submissive partner in the kinky sex he enjoys at his isolated home near Saint Petersburg. But he doesn’t ask her to accompany him – he just takes what he wants.

Surprisingly, Natasha begins to accept her new life. Is she really a natural submissive, or has Viktor brainwashed her? Viktor is adamant that he will not have sex with her until they are married, but he shows her just how kinky he likes it by taking her to orgies held by his friend, and tells her that this is the type of life she can expect as his wife.

Everything turns sour, however, and on a visit to London, Natasha has to flee for her life – where businessman, James Miller, comes to her aid. Over the course of the next few days, Natasha tells James her story, and as horrified as he is, he cannot deny his attraction to the beautiful young woman. He vows to help her.

Neither of them realize quite how much danger they will be in for defying Viktor, but James is willing to risk everything to rescue her from this man. Can he do it? And does Natasha return his feelings?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced tale contains explicit themes including power exchange, capture, multiple sexual partners and discipline. If such material offends, please do not purchase.

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There was the sound of voices at the door, and Grigory and the minister entered the room. Viktor stepped forward, his hand outstretched.

“Minister, how good to see you again.”

The minister smiled and shook his hand.

“Likewise, Viktor. And I think, under these circumstances, you might call me Mikhail, don’t you think? It’s much more friendly.”

Viktor was all for maintaining friendly connections and readily agreed to first name terms. He turned to Natasha.

“Come here, my dear, and say hello to the minister.”

Natasha walked the two steps to their side and smiled shyly at the minister.

“Good evening, sir.”

“Good evening, Natasha. My, you are looking exceedingly pretty tonight.” He turned to take the shot of vodka that was offered to him, before turning back to her.

“Shall we sit down? You can sit on my knee and we can get to know each other, shall we?” Natasha did as she was told and waited until the minister was comfortable in the large armchair, before sitting down on his lap. As she did so her dress rode up her leg and revealed a stocking top. The minister stroked her leg.

“Ah, I do so love a shapely leg encased in stockings. Have you put these on for my benefit? I do hope so. Have you put them on to tantalise and tease me, young woman. Because if so I might have to spank that bottom of yours for being such a temptress.”

Natasha smiled, tentatively, partly with nerves, and partly because of the tingle she had just felt between her legs. The minister continued talking. He wasn’t really expecting a response from the girl on his lap.

“I would enjoy spanking your little bottom. It looks quite a pert one to me, although I would have to examine it in more detail to be sure. Tell me, Natasha, do you enjoy having your bottom spanked?”

Natasha spoke quietly. “Y…yes, sir, sometimes.”

“Only sometimes. When do you not enjoy it then?”

“When it is too hard, sir.”

“I see. So your Master has to punish you sometimes for being naughty, does he?”

“Y…yes, sir, sometimes.”

“And does he just use his hand when he spanks you?”

“No, sir. Sometimes he uses his belt, or my hairbrush.”

The minister continued to talk to the pretty girl on his lap. Already the talk of spanking had hardened him considerably, and he was looking forward to putting her over his knee. In the meantime, he chatted easily with Viktor, while his hand began massaging Natasha’s breasts through her dress.

“I have been thinking about your business plan, Viktor, and I am pleased to say that I have decided to accept it. I think I can have an agreement drawn up next week, if that is satisfactory for you?”

“Thank you, Mikhail, I’m very pleased to hear that. I think that Natasha will be pleased too, won’t you, my dear.”

Natasha took her cue and spoke softly to the man on whose knee she was sitting. “Would you like to spank me, sir? I would very much like it if you did.”

“Would you like to spank me, sir? I would very much like it if you did.”

“Why, I think I would. Why don’t we get you out of this dress?” He lifted her off his lap and began to lift up her dress from the bottom. Viktor came over to assist.

“Please allow me, Mikhail.” Between them they lifted the dress over Natasha’s head, to leave her standing in her new and very sexy underwear.

“My, that is a very appealing sight. Why don’t you walk a few feet over there and then walk back, so that I can appreciate it properly.” She did as he asked. As she returned, he held out his arms and pulled her between his legs, and ran the palm of his hands down from her bottom to the back of her knees. He looked her directly in the eye, and Natasha could see the naked lust reflected back at her. He placed both hands on her buttocks and squeezed a handful of flesh with each one.

“Why don’t you lie over my lap, Natasha, so I can get a better look at you.”

She leaned obediently across his lap, her feet just touching the floor on one side, but not quite able to reach the floor with her hands. The minister let out a sigh as he anticipated the pleasure to come. Lifting his right hand, and pressing his left into the small of her back, he began to spank her bare cheeks, softly at first, but then with increased vigour. A look of pleasure came over his face. He had clearly been looking forward to this evening.

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His breath was hot against the back of her neck, as he stood as close as he could without actually touching her. He ran his finger lightly across her naked shoulder and up her arm that was suspended above her body and it made her shiver. Her skin was damp with sweat, even though the room was not excessively hot. But he was not done with her yet. He whispered into her ear.

“Now, as I promised you my darling, I will use the strap before I fuck you. It is a while since you felt the licks of a leather strap, isn’t it?”

Her reply was also in a whisper, as though she was afraid to break the spell between them.

“Yes, Sir. It’s been a long time.”

He stepped away from her and she heard the familiar sound of the strap as it whistled through the air in a practice stroke. He had warmed her with the flogger on her back and buttocks, but she knew that the strap would be more severe. Nevertheless, she craved the feeling as it whistled down and thrashed across her buttocks, the sting of the immediate pain soon turning to pleasure as she absorbed what he administered with great skill. He knew exactly what she needed, exactly how far to take her. She always craved the intense pleasure she got from him, the man who had made her live again, the man who had helped her to love again, the man who had made her feel again.

“I think ten with the strap, precious, don’t you? That should warm you up nicely.”

“Yes, Sir. I think that ten would be good.”

He began.

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ABOUT JULIETTE BANKS

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This is the third book published by Juliette Banks, but she has also published eight others as Rachel de Vine. Her books, in both names, are all erotic romances, and range from mildly erotic, spanking stories to more explicit, BDSM relationships. In all her stories, however, she likes to include some adventure, and puts her characters through some trying times and problems to overcome before they can expect any chance of a happy conclusion.

When she isn’t writing, Juliette likes to travel to exotic places all over the world, and has been doing this since her twenties. But she also loves the beautiful British landscape, and lives in a lovely part of central England. She adores reading, listening to music, and being with her wonderful extended family.

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Promotional Post: Emmanuelle de Maupassant and Highland Pursuits

Emmanuelle de Maupassant just released a charming book and I thought you should meet her and her work.

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Emmanuelle de Maupassant is thrilled to announce the launch of her saucy 1920s romance romp: ‘Highland Pursuits’.

In celebration, Emmanuelle is not only offering three signed paperback copies, via Goodreads here, but has her entire catalogue on sale for 99c/99p from March 1st-8th: Baby Love, Scarlet, Cautionary Tales and Gentlemen’s Club (as recommended by Stylist Magazine).

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What readers are saying

 I can’t tell you how much I love this book. It was a true delight to read. The author has captured 1920s Britain wonderfully, and her detail is exquisite.Rachel De Vine

 As a comedy of manners, this is exceptionally well done.Fionna Guillaume 

 Highland Pursuits is a wry, clever, incredibly sexy romp… a completely engrossing, utterly enjoyable read. I can’t recommend it highly enough…fabulously funMalin James

 The scene was set beautifully… I felt like I went back in time to high society ScotlandChristine of Sweet and Spicy Reads

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Emmanuelle sends enormous thanks to her editor, Adrea Kore, for her help in bringing ‘Highland Pursuits’ into the world. She says: ‘Adrea is an incredibly talented writer, and a wonderful friend. Her editing skills helped bring the words alive. She is a marvel and I’m so glad that one day, forever ago, we found each other.’ 

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‘Highland Pursuits’ draws inspiration from a short story of the same title Emmanuelle wrote originally for the charity fundraising anthology Because Beards: all proceeds have been given to the Movember Foundation.

This longer, novella, length offers more scope to explore the wonderful characters’ eye-popping shenanigans. Hamish and Ophelia were in Emmanuelle’s dreams for many weeks, as she wrote this story.

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ABOUT EMMANUELLE DE MAUPASSANT

1 Emmanuelle de Maupassant writes our darker motivations, the unsettling, and the erotic.

Authors inspiring her writing include Angela Carter, Sarah Waters, Michel Faber, Margaret Atwood and Donna Tartt, Fay Weldon, A.S Byatt and Jeanette Winterson.

Just the right kind of kinky Victoriana. Refreshingly affirmative embracing of female desire.

* Chapter and Verse Reviews

A superior, engaging piece of work that kept me guessing until the last page.

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Siren Allen and Kiss Me Keep Me

tuesdayIt’s Tuesday again and it’s time for you to meet the next book on your list. My guest today is the sweet and spicy Siren Allen who presents the second installment of her Mechanical Men series. If you enjoy your romance with a sci-fi setting and you always wondered what it would be like to have a man design to please you, that book may be right for you. Even if sci-fi isn’t right up your street, check out her sizzling excerpt. Today is also the last day you can get the book for the bargain price of 0.99cents. Enter her giveaway for a chance to win an Amazon gift card over the next few days. 

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Blurb:

Mechanical men may not have real hearts, but they also can’t break yours. The only thing you have to worry about them breaking is your headboard. But, who needs a headboard anyway?
-Hudson Innovations – Making your life better, one machine at a time.

She’s not looking for love. She’s looking for lust.
The headboard breaking kind of lust.
Gemini Prescott has been burned by love too many times. There’s no way she’s going back down that road again. When she learns of mechanical men, she believes she’s found the perfect antidote to her problems. Mechanical men can’t break your heart. Mechanical men can’t cheat on you with your best friend. A mechanical man is exactly what she needs.

But, something seems to be wrong with her personal robot. He doesn’t follow orders like he’s supposed to. Instead, he has demands of his own. Demands that leave her begging for more. She would return him to the manufacturer, but there’s this thing he does with his tongue that makes him a keeper.

He’s not looking for love or lust.

He’s looking for a way off this planet.

Zain only has one goal: to return to his home-world. Though most of his brethren are enjoying their new life on Earth, Zain has no desire to follow their lead. He doesn’t want to be a pleasure-robot, a slave to whoever purchases him. He plans to leave Earth behind and he’ll destroy anyone who stands in his way.

Then he meets Gemini.
And everything changes.

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“Beautiful,” he whispered as he scooted closer to her.

“Please, Zain. Lick me now, right now. That’s an order.”

Zain nodded. He was created to follow orders. He swiped his tongue between her folds. Heat flowed over his body. Her taste was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Zain swiped his tongue over her again, then again.

She squirmed. He wanted her to be still. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pulled her body closer to his face and ground his mouth against her center. A shudder rippled through him.

Exquisite.

“But,” she groaned. “You said you didn’t know, how to do, the sex part.”

This wasn’t the sex part. This was so much better. He’d seen this in one of the videos and he’d wondered why anyone would want to do this. Now he knew. And he didn’t want to stop.

He closed his eyes and continued to lick her, consume her. Her moans filled the air, exciting him further. Her fingers slid into his hair, nails dug into his scalp as she held his head close to her.

Her hips lifted up and down, the wetness at her center sliding against his tongue. It was amazing. The more her body moved, the more he wanted her. The more he wanted her, the harder his cock became.

The harder his cock became, the more he wanted to stroke it. He’d never wanted to stroke that thing. However, right now, it needed attention. Her attention.

“Zain, I… this feels so… I’m about to come.”

Come? He’d heard that word before. He searched his database for its meaning. Orgasm. His mate was about to have an orgasm, because of him. Pride filled him. He licked her faster.

When he flicked his tongue across the bud above her center, she jerked and screamed his name. Interesting. He did it again and was gifted with a similar response. It would take him years to learn everything about her body.

And he would enjoy every minute of it. He wrapped his lips around her tiny nub and sucked. He opened his eyes to watch her response. She tossed her head back and screamed. Not because he was hurting her, but because he was pleasuring her.

Why the hell did he feel liquid building behind his eyes? He was not a crier. Even if he were, this was not a crying occasion. Tears were for sadness. Aoki had told him so. He wasn’t sad. In fact, he’d never been happier.

His mouth was on his mate’s flesh. Her body was aroused because of him. She was jerking and gyrating because of him. He was providing pleasure to her. Something he’d thought he wouldn’t be able to do.

This was a happy moment. Yet, he was blinking back stupid tears. Underneath him, her thighs began to tremble. She jerked once, then again. Her essence coated his tongue. Sweet nectar.

He drank it in as her body began to relax. He continued rubbing his tongue over her nub, between her folds. Her hands fell away from him, and still he licked her.

“No more,” she whispered. “I can’t come… again.”

Sure she could.

“Please, Zain. I have to rest.” She smiled down at him.

Fine, he would allow her to rest, just for a moment. Then he would lick her some more. After swiping his tongue over her one last time, he released her thighs and scooted back a little. She patted the bed next to her. He shook his head. He wanted to stay where he was. He wanted to be in position to pleasure her again once she was ready.

“Zain, I want you next to me.”

He tore his gaze away from her center to stare into her eyes. She wanted him next to her. He wanted to be next to her. But… he stared at her core once more. He wanted to be right here also.

“How long before you’ll be ready again?” He asked her.

“I don’t know.”

“What can I do to speed it up?”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

61mghjndt-l-_sy200_Hi, my name is Siren Allen. I’m a writer and lover of all things erotic and romantic. I reside in southern Mississippi where I write steamy romances that are guaranteed to make you blush. When I’m not listening to the characters in my head and jotting down their adventures, I am busy working as a Clinical Laboratory Technician.

I love to travel, preferably with my husband, so he can do all of the driving. I enjoy time with my family, who are just as silly as I am. I have no children…yet, wish me luck! My hobbies are reading, writing and shopping, though I hate trying on clothing. If I wasn’t a writer or a Laboratory Professional, I would probably be a Secret Agent. But that’s the beauty of being a writer; you can create your own world and be whoever you want to be. In my imaginary world, I am Queen and my siblings are my minions.

I don’t cook, I tried it once, didn’t work out for me. My husband however, loves to cook. Which is one of the qualities that drew me to him. My weekends are spent writing and having sleep-overs for my wonderful nieces and nephews. I don’t know the feeling of motherhood but if it’s anything close to what I feel for my nieces and nephews then I know it is an intense unbreakable bond that can never, ever be severed. Yep, I love those kids that much and more. You can find out more about me on my website ~ http://sirenallen.com.

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#MasturbationMonday – Out Of This World #BDSM

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Happy Monday again, fellow pervs! The last two weeks drained me but I’m back on track. What better way to get some energy back in my system than some self-care.

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“Now you will suck me and you won’t stop until you make me cum. You’ll swallow everything.”

I expected she’d put up a fight and try to escape my grasp. However, Sage took on the task with enthusiasm, passion and amazing attention to detail when she sucked on my fat tip, covering it in saliva. My fingers stayed in her hair, caressing it as she worked her magic and bobbed her head up and down, smearing her pretty lips with precum.

“That’s a very good girl.” I tossed my head back and moaned, gyrating my hips so Sage would suck more of my shaft. The instinct urged me to fuck her throat without regards for her pleasure but she was too damned good with her mouth and I wanted to let her do all her tricks. “You know, from the moment I met you I somehow knew your mouth would feel awesome. I was wrong.” When she blinked and licked my underside I grinned at her and growled, grasping her hair in a more aggressive way. “It’s fucking out of this world. Keep sucking, pet.”

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Angel Rose and The Forbidden Love Series

tuesdayHello and welcome to another edition of Be My Guest On Tuesday. After last week’s wedding debauchery I have one Angel lined up for you. However, don’t be misled, she might be sweet and innocent but her writing often deals with some pretty dark and intense themes. Today, she presents to you her Forbidden Love series, a gritty and beautiful tale of taboo romance,  loss and flawed characters. Without further ado, Angel Rose and The Forbidden Love Series.

 

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THE FORBIDDEN LOVE SERIES

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She was eleven and I was fourteen.
I didn’t understand what I was feeling.
I’ve never felt this way before.
It was like being struck by lightning…intense, frightening and life threatening.
Yes, I said it. Life threatening.
You see, as soon as she walked into my life. Everything changed.
She was the forbidden fruit.
Innocent and untouched.
The one who held my heart in her hands and she didn’t even know it.
I didn’t know back then when I was fourteen how much I would love her. But, I know now.
She was the one whose innocent lips I wanted to kiss. She was the tempting fruit I wanted to devour.
Her body, the ultimate sin my hands needed to touch.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about her.
It was forbidden. It was taboo.
I was away from her for six years. I left as a child and now…I’m a man.
The only man that could ever love her. The only man that could protect her.
But, there is another man who wants her. He makes her do things.
He wants to spoil her…destroy her. I can’t let that happen.
She’s mine. Not his.
He will die before he takes her from me.
It’s a SIN…what I’m about to do, but she’s worth every ounce of blood that I will shed for her.
I’ve killed for her before. I’ll kill for her…again.
The question is…Can I save her from him before it’s too late?

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My hands were so tightly gripped around his throat, I felt his Adams apple push in. I was completely lost in the thought of choking him out. All I saw was red. The girl was screaming so loud I finally woke up from my trance. When I did, he sucker-punched me in the face. I fell down with a hard bang against the gravel, he scrambled to his feet and starting walking towards me, his boots ready to stomp on me. I twisted around trying to find something on the ground to use as a weapon. I reached out for a big rock that was next to me. I quickly got to my feet and cracked him over the head with it. He went down fast. She screamed again. “You killed him!” She said nervously. Then she looked around to see if anyone saw what I did and she whispered, “Good.” I looked over at her. She stood up and patted her sun dress down, trying to smooth it out and shake the dirt off of it. I was shocked at the way she was so calm standing over him, watching his body shake and the blood seep from the side of his head. She actually made me smile…I almost laughed. But, when I looked down at him, he was bleeding from the side of his head way too much, and now…I was a little scared. Not because he was bleeding, but because all I saw were…cuffs.

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Saving Madison: Stone Book 2
(The Forbidden Love Series Book 2)

Synopsis:

“What am I going to do without you?” she whispered in my ear. “Don’t worry about me. Take care of Bryan.” “I can’t do it without you. I can’t do anything without you.” She sniveled in my ear, grabbing on to my neck. I could feel her tears on my shoulder. “Look at me. You have to. Bryan needs you. I need you to tell me you’re going to be alright.” “No…no, I’m not.” “Maddie, please…tell me. I won’t be able to sleep tonight or ever. Tell me.” I remembered this day like it was yesterday. The day Stone killed Lucky for me. I was thirteen years old. I loved Stone since I was eleven. He was my everything. The only good thing in my life, aside from the kids. I know I shouldn’t love him. I know it is forbidden. But, I do and I don’t care what anyone thinks. This other man controls me. He has taken me away from my kids…Away from Stone. He hurts me every day. Physically and emotionally. He tears me down and makes me do things I don’t want to do. I won’t let him get to me, at least, I’ll try. I have to be strong…for them. I’ll wait for Stone to save me…again. But, will he? Or will he realize that the love we share can never be?

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I looked out into the hallway…NO ONE. I looked down at the floor…A BODY BAG. Then I remembered what Andrew said to me before I left, ‘I’ll think about sending Maddie back to you either tonight or tomorrow…in a body bag.’ No…No… Not Maddie… Please…God…Not Maddie. I slid down the wall near the opening of the door, the sweat on my forehead dripping profusely into my eyes. The tears ran down my cheeks relentlessly, and I knew if Maddie was in that bag, they would never stop. My hands shook as I leaned in to unzip the body bag. As I did, my stomach gurgled and my heart pounded into a fast steady pace that left me breathless. I became lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, my stomach revolted as I feared the worse. I can’t look… I can’t… I… I looked down as I unzipped the bag and her face appeared. Jesus Christ… My God…

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Love Without Boundaries: Stone Book 3
(The Forbidden Love Series Book 3)
Synopsis:

If you’ve ever fallen in love with someone you couldn’t have, then you’ll immediately understand Stone and Madison. Their love story is compelling. Born into a life of drugs and prostitution, Madison and Stone fight their demons every day. As children they were left to fend for themselves. They took on the role of adults, taking care of their young siblings, drug addicted parents, and each other. Murder, prison, and revenge threaten their forbidden love. The only love they’ve ever known. Now, as adults, in this final attempt to keep their love, they struggle to reunite with one another before it’s too late. Will Stone and Madison finally be together?

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Madison, if you’re reading this letter, tell Stone I’m glad I’m not his mother; look what I did to you. I met Annette one day at your grandmother’s house. I don’t know what she was doing there, but it was after your sixteenth birthday. She was crying, a lot of tears, uncontrollably. Grandma sat her down at the kitchen table telling her it was going to be okay. I needed money for my next hit of heroin. I passed right by her. I didn’t care what she was crying about. I’ve never been human Madison, just a junkied up whore. Drugs and my mother ruined my life. If I was his mother, I would’ve done the same thing I did to you and the kids. He deserves to find his birth mother. He deserves a little happiness in his life. Happiness I couldn’t give him. Though he suffered because of my mistakes, I’m happy he found you. He’s been good to you Maddie. Take care of each other. Make sure you give him the birth certificate. Let him find some happiness. Will you tell him I’m sorry? Will you tell him, Madison…Please? I crumpled the letter in my hand. How long had she had all of these birth certificates? She knew Stone was not her son and didn’t tell me. She didn’t even tell him. God, I hated that she created four children and didn’t give a fuck about any of them.

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ABOUT ANGEL ROSE

I was Born and raised in NYC…The Capital of the World. As a child, I loved to draw. I spent most of my time drawing instead of playing with dolls. As I got a little older, around ten, I started to write cartoons and plays to act out with my friends on the block. Then, it all stopped. I continued to draw, tried out for a specialized Art High School, but wasn’t accepted. So my dreams of becoming an artist fizzled away. My life took a totally different path and writing just wasn’t a part of it, unless I had to write a paper for College. Marriage, two kids and three college degree’s later, I decided to start writing in 2007, while taking online classes for my next degree. Then, I stopped writing… Life took over. 😦 (Sounds like my next suspense book…LOL!) To my surprise, I found the book one day hidden away in the closet and started writing again in 2014. With a little push from my best friend, I finished the book in 2015 and took a chance on self-publishing it. I self-published in August 2015 and…here I am! Today, I am married and reside in upstate New York in the sticks with my husband and teenage sons! This author life is a hidden treasure. The second part of my life has just begun…Follow me. I would love to share everything I do with you. Let’s take this journey together. 🙂

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#SatSpanks Don’t Stop No Matter How Intense – The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo #BDSM

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Morning spankos, I hope you have survived Valentine’s Day and you are back in one piece. Relax, lay back and take what you need, a dose of Saturday spanking pleasure with a touch of arousal.

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Blurb:

Sage Phoenix has been the thorn in Paul Skyler’s side ever since their final night of high school. She was a bright spot of chaos in his cerebral world of logic and order. The manic pixie dream girl who drove him crazy and left him panting, seduced and longing for more of her spell. The only woman who ever saw him in his most naked and vulnerable state.
For years Paul’s been dreaming of nothing but giving her a taste of her own poison. When he spots Sage behind the glass of her run down tattoo studio he knows he’d never get a better chance. His briefcase contains everything necessary to punish her, put her through her paces and keep her on the edge and at his mercy… just to humiliate her completely and leave her bound to her own tattoo chair.
Little does he suspect that by the end of the night he’d be too addicted to their power exchange to walk away. Little does she know that by the end of the summer she’d be completely under his spell.

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The inspiration struck me again. There was one proved way for my little victim to relax
while I fucked her ass for the first time. I reached out for the briefcase and pulled out the violet wand and pinwheel again. I switched the wand on again, shoved it against my hip, strapping it with my boxers’ waistband. Meanwhile, my shaft was slowly impaling her, inch by inch as she laid beneath me, playing with her little clit. A smile lit up my features as I pushed the steel stem
between her fingers, ordering her in a firm voice.
“Run it against your pussy. No matter how intense you won’t stop, do you hear me?”
“Oh, fuck, you’re too much.” Sage screamed as the first pin ran against her over
sensitive, swollen pussy lips.
“You want me to stop, pet?” I teased her and spanked her right cheek again, as playfully
as possible.
“No… no, please, don’t.” The beads of her nipple clamps were swaying under my weight,
as she trembled each time the violet sparkles rushed through her pussy. I could never know what that experience was like for her, but I felt the electricity through the thin layer between her pussy and ass. It made me feel even more connected with Sage so I rammed harder in my excitement. She screamed in pain but gritted her teeth and urged me.
“Yes, yes, please, all the way inside.”
Now that she was relaxed enough with her little electrical play it was so much easier to
sink in my girl’s ass. A sigh of relief went out of my lips as I slammed my balls against her pussy lips. I pushed out of her, pleased with her loud screams.
“I have to get you a really large ball gag, pet, what a noisy, slutty kitten you are.”

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Christina Mandara And The Velvet Chair

tuesdayGood morning everyone and have a happy Valentine’s Day if you celebrate it. One of the things that annoy me most about the traditional happily ever after is that it always has to be about marriage. To be more precise, wedding. As if that is the happiest point in anyone’s life. So, it’s a great pleasure to invite as my guest the lovely Christina Mandara and her latest novel, The Velvet Chair. In her world wedding is not the end, it’s simply the beginning of what promises to be one helluva twisted fun. Join Mark Matthews and Jennifer Redcliff down the aisle and prepare for all the wicked things he’d do to his bride. If you’re bold and daring enough you might even join Ms. Mandara’s giveaway competition so you’d get a chance to win some delicious prizes.

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The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called ‘Velvet Lies.’

Blurb

My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.

Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.

I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle… for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.

Excerpt – Jennifer

sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchairMy hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.

I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?

Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.

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Excerpt – Mark

As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.

I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.

My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.

Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.

Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.

My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.

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A little bit about C.P. Mandara:

aa112.jpgChristina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

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