Be My Guest On Tuesday: Summer Graystone and Gaining Maisy

It’s a special Tuesday for one special and sweet young lady named Summer Graystone. Her novella Gaining Maisy has been in the works for quite some time and today those who have been eagerly waiting to get their copy. To all the curvy girls who would love a personal trainer/firm and sensual Dom, or if you need more inspiration for your workout that book would be perfect for you.

 

BLURB

Ready to start over and escape the demons of her past relationship, Maisy Dennis is hell-bent on getting in shape, building some confidence, and enjoying life. After joining a gym and hiring a personal trainer, Maisy receives more hands-on treatment than she ever dreamed possible.

 

Personal trainer, Carter Lewis knows his way around the gym–and around a woman’s body. No stranger to the wild world of domination, Carter can spot a woman with a deep need for total submission from a mile a way. And the beautiful, but broken Maisy is just begging for it. Now, it’s Carter’s turn to teach Maisy just how gorgeous and sexy she really is–if she’ll just accept her curves and size for what they truly are: Sexy as hell.

Be My Guest On Tuesday: A.M. Manay and She Marches Through Fire

It’s Tuesday so it’s time for another guest spotlight. The wonderful paranormal author A.M. Manay has a very special day today. It’s the release date of the last book of her paranormal suspense series of the vampire November Snow. If you haven’t read her work it is the perfect moment to start.

Livermore author A.M. Manay brings supernatural suspense back to the San Francisco East Bay in She Marches Through Fire, Book 3 in her November Snow Series, due for release on March 28, 2017. You can buy it today at these stores – Amazon, Apple, Nook, Kobo, Smashwords and Indigo.

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Psychic vampire November Snow must battle grief, injury, and her own family as she fights evil on all sides. She seeks a cure for the poison sapping her strength and a fairy weapon as powerful as it is dangerous to wield. When it is time to save the innocent and gain justice for her maker, will she find the strength to march through the fire?

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

I 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.

Blog Tour:

 A Valentine’s Bind

by

Scarlett Flame

Mar 6^th – Mar 13^th

#FREE to read with #KindleUnlimited

Available in paperback

Winner of erotica category and 5th Overall 

Top 50 Self-Published Books

Worth Reading 2016 on Readfree.ly.com

Nominee in Summer Indie Reads 2016

 

 

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)

A member of #ASMSG and Erotic Author’s Guild

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

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.

BLURB:

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.

TEASER

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.

TEASER

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

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

It’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. 

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.

Excerpt

“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

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

Hello 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.

 

THE FORBIDDEN LOVE SERIES

Stone Book 1
(The Forbidden Love Series Book 1)
Synopsis:

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?

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?

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?

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

Good 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.

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

My 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.

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:

Christina 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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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Corbin A. Grace, A Ticket To Ride and Schrodinger’s Cat

Hello and welcome my first February guest on Tuesday. Corbin A. Grace is a man of many talents that you’d get to know during this blog post. Apart from having discovered the formula of the perfect blurb, he can also transform copper, silver, and titanium into jewelry and poetry into prose. Today he is here to share more about the inspiration behind his story, Schrodinger’s Cat and his upcoming anthology.

From Poem to Prose: The Origins of a Story

by Corbin A. Grace

Writers are often asked where they get their ideas. In the case of my latest story, “Schrödinger’s Cat,” the answer is that the story is based on a poem I had written. The erotic f/f story will be soon be published as part of the anthology Ticket to Ride: Erotic Tales of Sexual Encounters with a release date of February 16, 2017. It’s available for pre-order now. The story takes place on an airplane as things heat up between two perfect strangers, a female scientist and a younger, fidgety woman.

Some elements from my original poem remain in the story: a less-than-gallant boyfriend; an attractive, agitated woman in the middle seat. The narrator in my story is a woman however, whereas the poem’s speaker is male.

The focus of the story is eroticism. The poem is intended to be funny, with a play on the titular reference:

In the Upright Position by Corbin A. Grace

I sit stiffly at thirty-seven thousand feet

On the aisle, my shoulders scrunched,

Making space for the spritely ginger miss

With the dreaded middle seat.

Her steadfast beau, the flight crew has assured

He, if the plane goes down,

Can coolly pop the exit door.

Firmly does he fix, with ardent lover’s gaze,

A tiny HD screen from which his eyes stray not.

Peripherally I view a quirkier display:

This lass of twenty years, perhaps from flight’s frayed nerves

(Or drink that gave her wings) frenetically does fly

A jet stream all her own, with choppy inner air

Turbulent she seems.

Her motion soon beguiles, my tension melts away.

She runs her flitting hands along the seatback’s cloth.

With absent light caress, strokes lovely stockinged thighs.

This kinetic reddish fox, this tactile temptress,

With her restless back and forth

Begins to softly rub against my arm and leg

And I sit, stiff, in thirty-seven C.

Here’s an excerpt from the story “Schrodinger’s Cat” by Corbin A. Grace

The woman’s soft loose hair brushes against my shoulder. The tips briefly caress my cheek as she leans into me, having reached the apsis of her irregular orbit. I catch a lovely fresh scent, not flowery but feminine.

Should I ask her if she’s afraid to fly? My curiosity is not as strong as the need to continue feeling her light touches. I’m hyperaware. Every small contact sends a shiver through me. My nipples have tightened. I’m afraid that moving will somehow break her odd energy, ending a perfect, inexplicable prolonged series of moments. How can such casual contact seem so erotic, accidental touching so intimate?

Around us, each person exists in a discrete world: sleeping, watching TV, reading or tapping at their electronic devices. Ada and I, we’ve formed a unit. She’s an electron to my nucleus; her erratic movements a spread of possible moment around my stable center. Stability is not the right term though; the flame-haired beauty could easily and unwittingly initiate a fusion reaction in my core.

The young woman—really, I can’t go on calling her Ada—turns to face me. Her hazel eyes, looking into mine, are pleading but I don’t know the significance of their intensity. She has lovely gold flecks in her irises; honey-colored little flares that radiate outward from the striking green that surrounds her pupils. I look deep into their complexity. My mind—conditioned to thinking in terms of melanin distribution, pigment and wavelength—instead conjures descriptors more in line with romantic poetry and classical art.”

So, in the end, it may make you wonder: if the story is based on the poem, where did I get the idea for the poem. Sorry to be a tease, but a writer has to maintain a certain mystique. I’ll just let your imaginations fly away as you think about it.

– Corbin

 

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Delve into the minds of nine authors and let them take you for the ride of your life into the world of sex on public transport. Whether it’s trains, planes, cars, buses, trams or ferries, a combination of confined interiors and restricted spaces leads to erotic contact and hot and steamy sex.

Entice yourself with stories of:

Trains: The constant rhythm and clatter of wheels on rails, the side-to-side motion and a sense of entrapment between stations adds a touch of spice to a new encounter; and stealing pleasure on a crowded platform just heightens the excitement. Or travel back to the splendour of the steam age to follow a detective and the thief she’s set out to capture.

Planes: The confined space of the seats necessitates unconventional solutions to comforting a fidgeting woman, particularly when things aren’t quite as they seem.

Buses: A crowded tour bus and the woman who sits between two very different groups of musicians leads to a very different experience on the ‘dividing line’. Meanwhile, eavesdropping on someone else’s erotic stories via Bluetooth during a daily ride share leads to more than just words.

Whatever your fantasy, these erotic short stories will leave you eager to plan your next journey!

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Email: corbin.a.grace@gmail.com

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Mystk Knight and The Bequest (Rigger Book 2)

Another Tuesday came along and I have one fantastic lady and BDSM writer as a guest. Mystk Knight’s books of the world of Dominance, submission, rope bondage and other lovely things are pretty short. However, they are hot and well-written enough to make you boil with need and lust. Just a week ago she released Part 2 of her Rigger trilogy so I invite you to take a look.

The Bequest (Rigger Book 2)

by Mystk Knight

 

Blurb: Book Two of the Rigger trilogy continues the tale of Lachlan, Shibari master and dom, and Shae, the young female slave who captured his imagination and ensnared his heart.  They meet again, this time over dinner, followed by a serving of decadent dessert.  Can Shae control herself?  Or will Lachlan have to dish out a further serving of corrective training?  And what of Shae’s mysterious master. Read this mesmerizing tale of love, lust and lusciousness to find out.

Excerpts

“Well, fuck me.” I stood there on the sidewalk, watching the cab disappear around the corner at the end of the street with my arms crossed at my chest and my pulse beating a crazy tattoo in my throat.

How the hell had this one woman managed to affect me so viscerally? She had walked into my home, invaded my heart, and now with her leaving, I realized she had taken a huge piece of it with her. Even as I watched the cab’s tail lights disappear out of sight, I acknowledged in my heart she was my destiny. I would do whatever was necessary to make it a reality.

At my age, I had all but given up on finding ‘the one’, but I guess the old saying is true: “It’ll happen when you least expect it.” The only question now was how to make it a reality.

I turned and retraced my steps through the gate, slamming it behind me. My long legs ate up the stairs, taking them four at a time before I let myself back into the house. Sliding to a stop in the foyer, those first few moments from the day before when I had opened the door to find Shae standing on my threshold flashed through my mind. I savoured the memory of the way her eyes had grown wide and filled with surprise as they had met mine. It might have been in that very instant that I knew.

Shaking off the memory, I strode with purpose down the hall to my office. I navigated the banker’s desk standing resolute in front of the bay window and sat down in the ancient and worn leather chair I had inherited from my parents’ estate. Leaning back into the comfort of its memories, I turned the issue over in my mind, my thumb running back and forth over my lower lip as it always did when I worked through a problem.

My Neanderthal brain was howling at me to get myself over to Jon’s house and refuse to leave without Shae’s contract, and her, in hand. But my Hominidae logical self knew that tactic would get me nowhere with Jon. I had known the man some thirty years at this point and had come to appreciate he did things on his own time and for his own reasons.

So what was his purpose in sending Shae to me for correction? She had performed beautifully. In fact, I found nothing in her presentation to give proof to his complaints.

The man was an enigma to me. A close personal friend of my parents for as long as I could remember, he had become my guardian when at fourteen years of age my parents died in a horrific motor vehicle accident while travelling abroad. Jon had managed my inheritance until I reached the age of majority at twenty-one. During that period, he had split my time between attending schools abroad and living under his roof where I had learned and adopted his lifestyle. Despite all that, I had never fully understood the reasoning behind many of his decisions. I had, however, learned to accept them unquestioningly.

I had left his home at twenty-one, my inheritance safely invested in the money market, and I remember thinking I had the world by the tail. In retrospect, I suppose I had. I had dedicated the next several years to growing my inheritance, perfecting my craft, and making a life for myself—one that included occasional visits to Jon’s home but usually only when summoned.

He was not an easy man to live with, his propensity for sudden and unreasonable outbursts of anger always a looming threat over the members of his household. I could count neither the number of times I had heard his slaves paying the price for some perceived transgression nor the number of times Jon had called upon me to deliver those punishments. I had learned how to wield a dragon tail whip by the time I turned fifteen and dual blacksnake whips by seventeen, both harsh and deterring tools of correction. Once I left Jon’s home, my interests had turned to suspension play; in particular, Shibari. I spent many years learning those arts from masters around the world and preferred using them in my own life over harsher forms of BDSM play.

Perhaps Jon felt I was too soft in my management of the various subs I brought into my life and sought a way to impose his will on my choices. Shae was not the first of his slaves sent my way, but she certainly was the first who did not present with any overt behavioural issues requiring correction.

And therein lay my dilemma. Why had Jon done it? Time would tell as he always revealed the reasons for his actions—particularly where my “life lessons” were concerned.

Was that what this had been? Another of his life lessons?

Jon took a somewhat perverse, if not sadistic, approach to ensuring I understood my own fascination with the BDSM lifestyle, pushing me through tests of domination that only the most hardhearted of doms I came across in my life could have imagined. I turned my thoughts away from those memories. I had decided years before to use them only to remind myself of the kind of dom I did not wish to become.

No, I needed to come up with a plan to convince Jon to sign over Shae’s contract to me and make him think it was his own idea. But how? I had no idea yet, but I would figure it out come hell or high water. There was no way I intended to leave Shae under his control when I knew the punishments she would face if she ever did anything to truly upset him. That was not an option.

The sound of an incoming email roused me from my dark thoughts, and I opened my laptop to confirm the sender even though I knew without looking. Jon. He would be looking for a final status report on Shae’s visit. I had emailed him sometime around midnight the night before to confirm Shae’s arrival and let him know she had been an excellent suspension subject, submitting without question or complaint. He had not responded to me then, but opening his email, it surprised me to see him commending her presentation and compliance, praising her as he had never done with any other slave.

The last sentence of his email contained the ultimate reason for the missive—one I knew better than to ignore. “Dinner. Sunday evening at seven.”

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The berries were fresh. The cream, fresher. The dark chocolate was the perfect counterbalance to the sweetness of the berries but under it all was the salty-sweet flavour of Shae. She was writhing and moaning with need by the time I took my place at the end of the table and sat looking over the landscape of her delectable body. I slid my hands under her knees and pulled her toward me, placing her legs over my shoulders. I slipped my hands under her buttocks and lifted her pussy to my mouth, locking my eyes to hers. “Do not come, pet, until I allow it. If you fail, I’ll punish you.”

Shae’s eyes widened as she watched me move slowly toward her heated and needy centre, my full intentions becoming clear. An involuntary gasp of air escaped her lips when I licked her creamy slit from back to font. She bucked up, pressing her pussy into my mouth, unable to control her body’s automatic response. I slid one arm around her hip, settling my hand on her abdomen to hold her steady, and set to work on breaking her control.

The torture started with light licks and puffs of cool air on her pussy. I progressed slowly to sucking and nibbling her clit, worrying it with unrelenting attention. Shae’s moans grew over time to pleading as I clamped my teeth firmly around her swollen bud and heated it with the constant friction of my tongue. Her legs began to tremble. I knew she was close to her climax, so I pulled my mouth from her pulsing flesh and kissed the inside of her thighs, first one then the other. Shae squeezed her knees to the sides of my head, her hands finding purchase in my hair. If she had her way, I would go nowhere until I satisfied her, and I could not allow her that control.

“Grip the sides of the table, pet, and do not let go.” I growled my command, letting her know she was pushing her boundaries. She reluctantly loosened her grasp on my hair, my scalp stinging as the blood rushed to the assaulted area. Shae’s breath sawed in and out of her chest, and her words tumbled over one another as she begged for a reprieve.

“Please, sir, please! Let me rest or please let me come! I’m losing my mind! I need… I need to come please, sir, please!”

I grinned. She had played right into my hands. “Shae, Jon’s outfitted his dungeon with a spanking bench. It has your name on it if you so much as twitch in the next five minutes. I suggest you get a grip on your control. Now.”

“You’re being completely unreasonable, sir! You’ve been torturing and teasing me for the past hour without a break! Your demands are impossible, and you well know it!”

Her outburst sparked a flame of irritation in me the likes of which I had not felt in quite some time.

“Would you care to rephrase that, Shae?”

I pinned her with a harsh look of derision though I knew she was right. My demands were unreasonable, but I wanted her to fail to meet them in the most spectacular way possible.

When no response was immediately forthcoming, I stood, gripped Shae around her waist, and tossed her over my shoulder. Navigating the table, I strode out of the dining room and made my way to the top of the stairs leading to Jon’s dungeon.

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If these smoking hot excerpts set your imagination and body on fire maybe you should start with book 1 of Mystk’s trilogy.

Blurb:

Book One of the Rigger trilogy tells the tale of a young female slave sent by her master to a Shibari Master for corrective training. What follows is an intense 24 hour period of having her limits, and her resolve, thoroughly tested.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Mystk Knight lives on an island in beautiful British Columbia.  She shares her home with her fur-baby, who often looks at her as though she is perhaps a little insane as she chats her way through scenes or crawls around on the floor testing the positions she writes her characters into.  She dabbles in erotic romance and erotica and, no, her stories do not reflect her real life experiences, nor would she admit it if they did.  Her favorite hobby is procrastination; she will get to the final book in this trilogy when she is damn good and ready.

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Be My Guest On Tuesday: Soliel De Bella and The Seduction of Lexi Dane

It’s Tuesday and it’s time for another author guest who’d  like to reveal her craft and work before you. Soliel de Bella is as she describes ‘a student of the Universe’ who enjoys writing tales depicting sexuality and an author with Amore Moon Publishing. She has written and published four books and today she’d like to tease you with her novel, The Seduction of Lexi Dane.

 

Blurb:

Lexie Dane has it all, a good job, handsome husband, and loving home, but there’s something missing in her life, like three years of which she has no memory. 

When she was twenty-one, she awoke in Chicago to learn she’d gone missing from a Missouri school when she was eighteen. With no family still alive back home, she decided to stay and start her life anew, yet always hoped that one day she’d discover what had happened to her. 

That day comes with an Internet ad for an adults only club and the owner’s picture that sparks a visceral reaction she can’t explain. To see if he has answers to her lost memories, she and her husband must join the club and subject themselves to sexual situations beyond their wildest imaginations. What she learns threatens to destroy her marriage and sets her on a dangerous road back to her missing past.

Teaser:

Revelry. 

The crackling of a bonfire. My eyes fluttered open. Hooded figures wearing black robes dances and whirled in the firelight. Then I felt pain. My hands were tied above my head, and when I looked up, I saw the rope looped over a tree branch. I looked down at my bare feet, tied to the ground, my bare legs spread wide, and I realized I’d been stripped naked.

I heard screaming in the woods and the echo told me those screams were mine.

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SOLIEL DE BELLA

Soliel De Bella is a student of the Universe and enjoys Astrology in her spare time. Being a Scorpio, sexuality is a big part of her internal makeup, as well as anything considered taboo.  She loves to entertain her creative side by writing Erotica and indulging in all aspects of sexual desire and fulfillment. Soliel invites you into her carnal world where you’ll strip off the masks you wear in society to fully expose yourself to the sensuality burning inside your soul.

Originally from the rugged “Big Sky Country” of Montana, Soliel now resides in Chicago with her family.

 

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