Yes Ma’am by Kay Jaybee Has a New Look! (@kay_jaybee)

by | Mar 30, 2015 | | 2 Comments

Yes Ma’am- Lying in Wait…

I am delighted to announce that one of my post popular Fem Dom collections, Yes Ma’am has been given a fresh new cover!!

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Yes Ma'am 2015A collection of six arse spankingly, wrist binding, whip wielding tales of female domination, Yes Ma’am contains straight, lesbian and bi-sexual encounters of the S&M nature.

Black – He is intoxicated by the woman in black. He can’t explain why he needs to see her, why he willing does precisely what she tells him to…

Dear Claire – Ali has secretly lusted over her best friend’s lover Rick, for a long time. At least, she thought it was a secret…

“Don’t You Emma” – Simply sitting in an armchair has never been so difficult…

Not Taking the Tube – Venting his frustration at being delayed yet again by London’s Underground system on the nearest official, the harassed businessman finds his complaints aren’t received in quite the way he’d expected…

Rachel’s Twisted Tale – Imprisoned in a bare room, high at the top of an old house, totally naked, her long golden plait wrapped around her body, Rachel waits…

I happen to know that Lucy, my lovely host today, is rather found of the remaining story from Yes Ma’am, so not only will I share it’s blurb with you, but a nice tasty extract…

Lying in Wait – Cadet Luke Porter is the least successful army recruit in the squadron. The butt of his comrades jokes, his reputation badly needs improving, and he is desperate to do well in the seek and rescue exercise he’s about to embark upon. Some of his female counterparts however, have other plans, and are determined to find out just how far Luke will go to improve his standing within the regiment…

 

Lying In Wait

Surely they must be close. The quiet that hung in the air around him had passed beyond uncomfortable, and was fast heading towards eerie.

He had already swept the whole house. The pulse in Cadet Luke Porter’s neck galloped as he contemplated the reaction he’d get from the other squaddies if he screwed up yet another exercise. They teased him enough as it was.

Two o’clock in the morning, shrouded in the gloom and shadows of the night, the new recruit’s task was to crawl through the replica semi-detached house, without falling or being discovered by the “enemy” and rescue the “victim” lying wounded within. In this case, the enemy consisted of two more experienced cadets and the victim was his corporal, who had been left to “finish this damn seek and rescue exercise off” by the sergeant in charge, who’d definitely had a bee in her bonnet about something before she’d pissed off with all the other new recruits.

Luke strained his ears for any sound or movement. He hadn’t expected the dark to feel so oppressive. Despite the heavy pack he carried, his helmet, and the uniform in which he was dressed, the chill of the place make Luke shiver. It was best not to think that he was one of only four people stuck in this deserted replica town bang in the middle of Salisbury Plain. The fact that the whole thing was only an exercise and nothing life-threatening could really happen didn’t stop the adrenalin pumping through his body.

Risking a glance at his watch, Luke saw he only had four minutes to find the corporal and get outside. Exhaling slowly, he pushed himself away from the wall and felt for the doorway.

Calling out wasn’t an option in case the pseudo-enemy heard, so he studied the shadows carefully as he edged into the next room. Still nothing. This was strange, he had been in this room before; he’d looked around all the furniture and, even through the criss-cross of shadows, he should have been able to spot anyone easily.

Retreating, Luke headed to the hallway and crept down the stairs, concentrating hard on not making them squeak. His head throbbed, and he was aware of a patina of sweat spreading across his palms and down his neck.

A swift double-check of the kitchen and dining area produced nothing, and there was no one tucked behind the door in the downstairs bathroom. That only left the living room, and he’d been in there twice already.

‘Where the fuck have you been?’

The hazy outline of a woman sprawled on the sofa in the centre of the room was immediately obvious. ‘What!’ Luke’s face flushed with angry embarrassment. He’d checked this room. ‘You weren’t here before.’

Without wasting his breath complaining about being tricked by his “helpless” victim who’d obviously been dodging around to avoid him, Luke pulled at the wrists of Corporal Phelps so he could haul her towards the front door.

The woman however, resisted all attempts to be moved.

Doing his best to rein in his temper, Luke hissed between clenched teeth, ‘Corporal, I’ve got seconds to get you out. Now come on!’

‘I don’t think so, Lukey Baby.’

He’d long since given up reacting to the use of his hated nickname. As the youngest of the new recruits, he’d learnt to live with it. ‘You know I have to get this exercise right, now just fucking well get up!’

Grinning up at him, blatantly enjoying his cracking temper, fiddling with a stray black hair that had escaped from her ponytail, she spoke with annoying calm, ‘That’s not a very nice way to ask for help, Lukey. How about saying please?’

‘Corporal, I need you to come outside with me – please.’ Making a lunge at her waist, he picked Phelps up and threw her over his shoulder.

Corporal Phelps called out as she was hoisted into a fireman’s lift, ‘Hey girls! Do you see this? Lukey Baby is much stronger than he looks.’

Out of the gloom the two cadets who should have been acting as Luke’s “enemy” appeared before him.

Luke’s mouth opened to ask them what on earth they were playing at, but before a single word left his mouth Phelps had placed her hands over his groin and squeezed his dick hard. ‘Nice. It seems baby Lukey might not be quite so lickle ickle after all.’

Without stopping to think, and trying to ignore his body’s reaction to the Corporal’s groping, Luke threw Phelps off his shoulder, onto the sofa. Dumping his heavy pack, and pulling off the helmet, he looked from one woman to the other. Despite the dark it was easy to see that they were all smirking at him.

Refusing to give them the satisfaction of him shouting, Luke managed to control his anger. ‘Well done!’ You’ve managed to mess up my last chance. My last chance to get one of these bloody exercises right. Well ha-ha. If you wanted to get me thrown out, then you’re doing a great job!’

Completely indifferent to his words, still sprawled on the sofa where he’d dropped her, Phelps lifted herself up onto her elbows, her ankles swinging playfully in the air behind her. ‘We just wanted to see if it was true.’

‘To see if what was true?’

It was the redhead who Luke knew as Cadet Richards who replied, ‘To see if you’re all grown up.’

A new layer of perspiration prickled his forehead as the meaning of what she was saying sank in.

The third girl, Carter, stepped closer and took hold of both of his hands. Her skin was soft and cold, ‘You can forgive our curiosity surely?’ She used no force to ease his arms towards her and her tone was so reassuring that for a split second Luke thought she was about to apologise for their behaviour and end this charade.

In that instant, the full force of his naivety hit him. Leaping from the sofa, Phelps and Carter stripped Luke’s camouflage jacket from his back and yanked his T-shirt from his arms and head with an expertise that convinced him they’d worked together in this way before.

As Phelps held his wrists securely behind him, Richards came directly in front of Luke with eyes blazing like points of fire in the gloom. Shocked, Luke knew she was defying him to move as her fingers came to his black belt, and made short work of undoing it. ‘Let’s see just how big a boy you are…’

****

To find out what happens to Luke next you can buy Yes Ma’am from Amazon and all good e-retailers…

Buy Links: Amazon UK | Amazon US

 

Many thanks for inviting me over today Lucy!

Happy reading everyone,

Kay

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Kay Jaybee was nominated as the Best Erotica Writer of 2013 and 2014 by the ETO.

Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee,

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Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk

Jacey Holbrand Discusses Cooper’s Condition (@JaceyHolbrand)

by | Mar 27, 2015 | | 0 Comments

Cooper's ConditionThank you for having me on your blog! I’m happy to be here today to let readers know about my newest release, “Cooper’s Condition”, from my series, The Agency. This series follows a couple, Evan and Seth, and their friends and co-workers as they deal with aliens and the ramifications of their encounters. There’s intrigue, lots of hunky guys, hot sex and men getting knocked up.

Yep, you read that right.

Some men get pregnant.

But you’ll have to read the stories to find out who’s affected, how and what happens. 😉 The stories can be read as standalones but for maximum reading enjoyment they should be read in order: “The Encounter”, “Breeding Seth”, “Cooper’s Condition”.

For now, here’s some information on “Cooper’s Condition”.

 

Blurb

Cooper Hanes has met the love of his life, Doctor Micha Levi, and the chemistry between them is instant and hot. Yet life takes a turn when they go on a fateful trip.

Alien abduction. Experimentation.

Cooper’s left to deal with the greatest challenge of the ordeal.

Being pregnant.

Can their lives and love survive the aftermath of the encounter and the changes that come with Cooper’s condition?

A gay erotic sci-fi story.

 

Excerpt

Micha’s expressions were so flirtatious and seductive, Cooper’s knees weakened for a moment, but he was able to gather his wits in spite of his raging libido causing him to go all moony eyed. He held out his hand. “I didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier. Cooper Hanes.”

“Micha Levi. Sorry I didn’t stick around to talk, but Doctor Lee and I don’t quite see eye to eye on certain issues, and we find it’s much easier to stay out of each other’s way.”

When the doctor shook his hand, a pinch of electricity bit into Cooper’s palm. The sexual magnetism he felt between them intensified. “No problem. Totally understand.”

“So, Cooper, are you new at the hospital?” Micha returned the dumbbells he’d been using to the rack. “How long have you known Doctor Lee?”

“I’m just there to consult on a couple of cases, help out the athletes who got a bit busted up and need some extra special TLC. Doctor Lee was one of my instructors in college so we go way back.” When he caught Micha wrinkling his nose, he added, “Professionally speaking, that is. I’ve only known him in the educational and work environments. For the most part I work out of the offices of Triumph Physical Therapy. I usually work out at the gym near there or the one near my apartment, but I didn’t feel like driving and losing my motivation along the way.” God, Cooper, stop babbling. He hated being nervous around other men. He needed to get the doctor talking. One, to shut himself up. Two, so he could listen to the slight accent the man had. “What about you? Been at the hospital long? Do you have a special focus in Orthopedics?”

“I do everything, but my interest really lies in adult spinal disorders and surgery of the spine. It’s delicate and intense work, but to see someone go from constant pain to minimal or no pain and have their quality of life improve is rewarding.”

“I get that. It’s wonderful to see the positive change in a person’s life when they heal.” A woman walked by and snagged the spot near the dumbbells, but a bench became available. “I want to do some presses. Willing to spot me?”

“Sure. Lead the way.”

Micha stood at the head of the bench and placed his hands out toward the bar but didn’t touch it. Cooper grasped the metal pole with fifty pounds worth of weight on either end and lifted it up and over the supports. As he executed a set of reps, he stared at the bulge in the front of Micha’s gym shorts.

The doctor’s cock… So close yet still so far away.

With a small sigh disguised in an exhale of exertion, he wondered how he would approach the subject of his and Micha’s sexual preferences, then mentally kicked himself. It wasn’t like this was his first go-round in the dating game. He had no idea why he was acting like a total noob.

Did the bulge in Micha’s shorts just get bigger?

Micha cleared his throat.

Cooper replaced the bar into the support section and gazed up at the man who was leaning forward and staring down at him.

“Mr. Hanes.” His mouth twisted upwards, not in a true smile but one he probably reserved for difficult patients in which he could silently say, I’m trying to be nice but you’re being irritating. Yet, there was an erotic naughtiness to the dark grin and shadow cast over his eyes. “Are you gay?” Micha’s low voice rolled with a beautiful Arabic tone.

He swallowed hard and made sure to meet Micha’s gaze full on. “Yes. You?”

“Yes.”

A sudden sense of calm and ease filled Cooper, replacing the anxiety and filling him with a burst of confidence. Emboldened, he decided to be direct and very honest, feeling if he were to have a relationship with a doctor, this would be the best tactic to use. “Good. When we’re done here, I want to take you out for a drink and make out with you.”

For an instant, Micha’s gaze sharpened, seemed to ignite with passionate heat. “Why wait?”

 

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Raven McAllan Talks Secrets

by | Mar 26, 2015 | | 0 Comments

I love reading a series. Where I get the chance to meet new characters but be reacquainted with old ones.

So, I guess it was inevitable that once I found my voice and started to write, I’d enjoy writing series as well as reading them.

Diomhair, Gaelic for secret, began as a tiny seed of an idea, when I passed a ruined castle not far from where I live. In my mind, I could see it repaired and ready to be used for…

For…

My mind went into overdrive. For a private BDSM club.

Once I thought that ideas hit me thick and fast. I went back to make sure it was really what I had in mind, and on my way out of the driveway, a white van came round the corner and missed me by inches.

The mystery was born.

So here we are at book four, Secrets Dispatched. Each book can be read as a standalone and shouldn’t spoil the others for you. The only real, common thread is *cue drum roll* the white van.

So Mr White Van Man, really your awful driving did me a favor. But you also took ten years off my life, so hey, don’t make a habit of it eh?

 

Secrets DispatchedBlurb…

What’s a girl to do when she finds herself stranded in a snow storm, in a BDSM club in a castle, with a Dom she’s lusted after for years?

At some time in their life, everyone has choices to make.

For Shane it could be a chance to rediscover her love of kink.

For Ross it’s the chance to tempt her to be his kitten

But Shane has to settle some demons before she can move forward.

Until then, well a little playing wouldn’t matter—would it?

However, play can become serious, and decisions have to be made that could change both their lives for ever.

This is their chance, to be together as Dom and sub or wave goodbye. But at Diomhair, nothing is as straightforward as you hoped, and Ross and Shane have a lot to do, before they can say yes…or no.

 

And a wee tease…

However, the one problem with sleet, Shane decided ten minutes later, was that it turned to snow. Heavy fat flakes that rapidly covered the windscreen, which the wipers had a hard time to dispel. Snow wasn’t something she encountered very often.  By then, she was travelling along a narrow drive, which according to the now annoyingly cheerful Sally, and a tiny discrete plaque on the gatepost, was the entrance to Diomhair, and was a private road—no trespassers. It was irritating to have to get out of the car to brush the snow off to read it, and debate on the wisdom of turning on to it. However, Shane was sure she’d read somewhere that there was no law of trespass in Scotland, even if Katrine hadn’t actually agreed with her when she’d asked the question earlier. Therefor, she ignored that bit as a warning to tourists and itinerant sales people.

Do you even get those these days? Isn’t it all telephone calls and spam emails? She was somewhat hazy on the subject and after all this was Scotland, not Australia. How was the net around here? Her phone, as well as the one she’d borrowed from the hotel was hovering on one bar of reception, and the radio in the car delivered very little music and almost total static.

Shane rounded a bend with care, and was relieved she had done so when the back of the car fishtailed and slid into a skid. She drove into the skid with competence and corrected it. She wasn’t an outback girl for nothing, even if she did live in the city now.

Ahead, almost hidden in the gloom, she could just make out a tall dark stone building with a turret.

A turret? Wow. It was a real castle it seemed and not some mock Victorian monstrosity. Shane hadn’t had time to research the history, or even if this Jess lived in it as her private home. Was it one house or apartments? Was it offices and a health club as well? Whatever it was, it was big and imposing and austere against the white of the snow. Shane fell in love with it there and then. How fantastic to live in it in any way.

The brief information she’d found on the net had been vague in the extreme. The car lurched over some unseen object, well hidden in the snow, and Shane brought her mind back to the alleged roadway. Wool gathering wasn’t a good idea in that sort of weather. She realised she was probably driving over the verge and not on the tarmac surface. If it was even tarmac, she had no way of knowing.

With hindsight she regretted setting off from the hotel without bringing an insulated mug of tea or one of the delicious looking cookies she’d spied to sustain her. Even though she’d had that big breakfast not long before her tummy rumbled and her mouth was dry. Apprehension or Excitement? A bit of both probably.

Nevertheless, by the time she pulled up outside a big wooden door, she was shaking and it wasn’t all down to the weather and lack of food. She decided she was scared. Scared that Jess might not be there, scared she was. Scared that Jess would hate her, not be prepared to talk and leave Shane unable to find completion. Shane switched off the engine, and watched the snow fall. It better slow down soon, or she’d be hiking back. Was it quicker cross country? How dare the snow defy the weathermen and come a day too soon?

Wuss, get out of the car. Or turn on the engine and go away for good and try to enjoy a cold wet holiday. She took a deep breath, did her coat up, pulled her hood over her head and stepped out of the vehicle. A blast of icy wind rocked her on her heels and almost took her breath away. The temperature had dropped considerably, and the snow was now so heavy her tyre tracks were almost obliterated.

Shane hoped to hell someone was at home, or she’d more than likely be found in spring as a frozen corpse inside her buried car. She moved toward the castle door with her breath making white, misty, spirals in the air and with snowflakes on her eyelashes. Thank goodness for contact lenses. Specs would be useless. Mind you she patted her pocket to make sure her lenses case and her glasses were there. She’d lost too many lenses in the past and ended up half blind not to carry specs around, annoying though it might be.

She looked at the walls of the castle and groaned. She had to get in there? Why not try something less challenging like breaking into the Royal mint wrestling with a croc.

 Okay you can do it. Deep breath and go.

The snow was piled up higher near those forbidding walls and even though she only had a few yards to trudge through it, her jeans were soaked by the time she searched for the doorbell. To her amusement it was an old fashioned tug rope type. Not that she felt much amused. Pissed more like. Could they not have an ordinary bell like everyone else? It would take a giant to get a good sound from it, not a five foot something woman.

She hauled and after a second or two, heard a deep clang echo inside the building.

“Come on, hurry up.” Shane pulled the bell again. “Please, please someone answer the bloody door.” She stamped her feet, and for the first time thought what an idiot she’d been to continue her journey to the castle once the snow started. Shane dipped her head to pull her hood further over her head in a vain effort to keep her hair dry. Already frizz-head hair had begun, and she’d have a devil of a job with it once she got it dried again. Not for the first time, Shane wished she’d kept it short in the style she’d cut it after the asshole experience, as she now called it. Instead, she let it grow, more as a way to show herself that Poisonous Pete the Plonker and his only long hair is acceptable diktat, wasn’t why it was long. The one thing she did do now, which he’d objected to, was using straighteners on it. Hence knowing that all her hard work was about to be ruined if no one answered the door.

“For fuck sake, open won’t you. What if I say open sesame? Or get on my knees and beg? Will that work?”

There was a grating noise, and a blast of heat hit her. Before Shane looked up someone spoke.

“Open sesame won’t. But I do like the idea of you on your knees and begging. I won’t make you do in in the snow though.”

 

Secrets Dispatched is available from: https://www.totallybound.com/secrets-dispatched

Tomorrow it goes on general release and it will be available in paperback in Diomhair Vol 2

Happy days

Raven

Rumpled Between the Sheets by Kastil Eavenshade (@KEavenshade)

by | Mar 23, 2015 | | 0 Comments

rumpledbetweenthesheets1mI must admit, I can’t help myself. Evernight Publishing’s Naughty Fairy Tale line is my favorite thing to write. I had the honor of having the first one with The Wolves of Argonne and I haven’t looked back. Unlike the first two, however, Witches & Lycans and Rumpled Between the Sheets are contemporaries with a little bit of an urban fantasy twist though the latter isn’t quite as prevalent. The female lead Mary dreams of something more than what a small mountain town full of secrets has to offer. Unfortunately for her, you can take the girl out of the backwoods but not the backwoods out of the girl. What inspired me for her is we all have these dreams of what we want to be in our lives. We work so hard to achieve that goal only to find that we’ve been chasing the wrong path. Fate has a way of twisting us in the right direction and for Mary, she finds what was missing.

*****

Excerpt:

Benjamin leaned against the elevator. His grimace pleased her. He obviously hated her choice of clothing.

“All the clothes I have for you and this is what you go with?” He flailed his fingers up and down her body.

“You’ll excuse me if I don’t believe fuck-me pumps like Ginger there is sporting are practical for being on your feet most of the day.”

He got closer to her. “You could always be on your back instead.”

“Uh, personal space?” She jabbed a finger into his stomach. Rock hard abs greeted her unpolished nail.

He backed off. “Of course.” The elevator opened. “After you.”

She rolled her eyes, a vain attempt not to fall for his arrogant charms. Mary hated men who were so forward. She’d been visually undressed by every man she came across in New York, and now here she was again with the same thing happening. Did it matter that he didn’t follow through on his innuendos? Or that he turned her legs to jelly when she locked onto his intense gray eyes?

They rode down in silence. She secretly snuck candid looks at him. His hand was in his pocket, making the jacket he wore ride up enough to reveal his taut buttocks. She feigned pushing her hair behind her ears when he glanced back. Ginger was her buffer. Without the woman riding along…

“Damn it,” she muttered. Benjamin should infuriate her yet the hum between her thighs craved his attention.

“A problem, Miss Becken?” Benjamin turned to her outburst.

She cleared her throat. “Nothing. I just remembered my favorite scissors are probably back at the shop.”

“I’m sure Miss Govern grabbed everything, per my direction.” He moved to the front of the elevator. “Welcome to your new workroom.”

The shiny metal doors parted and Mary had to contain her enthusiasm. While she loved her small workroom, Benjamin’s was ten times bigger than her whole shop. In the corner, looking drab against the white walls and tables, stood her favorite dress form. Her unfinished blue dress still adorned it.

“Miss Govern, large coffee and an egg salad sandwich on rye.” He snapped his fingers and shooed her with a flick of his wrist.

“And Miss Becken?”

“I’m not hungry, but some herbal tea would be great.” She picked through her fabrics, trying to ignore Benjamin.

“On your way, Miss Govern.”

Ginger paused, pursing her lips, before she hurried out of the room back to the elevator.

Mary snorted, not surprised by his crass behavior toward his employee. Maybe Ginger did mean to give him some competition. She walked past his highness and sat down in the corner area where the bulk of her materials were placed. On the table lay a hefty stack of papers. Her contract.

Leafing through the pages, she stifled a laugh. “You can’t be serious. Fifty pages?” She pushed it away.

“Well, we could come to some other agreement.” He sat on the edge of the table, clasping his hands together.

“Yeah. You could design your own collection and I could do mine and may the best person win.” She crossed her arms.

“If your fashion sense is anything like how you’ve dressed today, you haven’t a prayer without my guidance.”

“Well, they’re your designs, so obviously you don’t know how to make a cohesive collection.” She plucked at the top. “Tacky.”

“Have it your way.” He dug in his jacket and pulled out a check, placing in front of her. “For the materials you handmade for my use and enough for a ticket home.”

“I didn’t make this for you.” She ripped up the check, throwing the confetti in his face. “I made it for me.”

“Did I mention a sizeable sum has already gone into your bank account back in Bumfuck Hollow?” He shoved the contract her way. “I suggest you sit that pretty little ass of yours down and get reading. You do know how to read, right?”

“Fuck you, you arrogant bastard.”

He rounded on her and grabbed her by the waist. Her bottom hit the table and he positioned himself between her legs. “Is that what you want?”

“Wh-what?” She gasped as he bent her back, his body pressed against her. His hardness nestled between her legs and his hot breath teased her earlobe.

“I am willing to change the contract, Miss Becken, if you wish to be paid in another way.” He pushed her closer to his hard on. “You keep saying those words and that has me wondering something. What if I was to clip the buttons of this blouse off with my teeth one by one? Would you stop me or beg for me to continue?”

Beg. Definitely beg. “I—I—”

*****

Blurb:

When Mary Becken’s mother passes away, she takes over her exclusive tailoring business. Not satisfied with the fabrics available, she unearths her mother’s loom and creates a new textile by weaving thin strands of gold. Soon her small mountain town of Beowulf Hollow is swarming with new customers and invitations come pouring in for New York Press Week.

Benjamin Elstiltzkin is downright ruthless when it comes to his fashion business, and no small town upstart is going to dethrone him as king of the fashion world. When he hatches a plan to force Miss Becken to work for him exclusively, the one thing he doesn’t expect is the temptation she poses to his never-ending bachelorhood.

With a deadline looming to gather his collection, Benjamin might have met his match in more ways than one.

Buy now: Evernight Publishing | Amazon | Amazon UK

*****

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Guest Blogger: Helena Stone (@helenasheat)

by | Mar 22, 2015 | | 1 Comment

Little RainbowsThank you for welcoming me on your blog today, Lucy. I’m delighted to spend one day during my release party for Little Rainbows with you and your followers.

And talking about parties; everybody loves a good party – right? Well, maybe not.

I’m not quite sure what possessed me when I decided to make Heather – my female protagonist – a party planner. If there are people less equipped to write about parties than me, I’ve yet to meet them. To say I’m not overly fond of parties would be a gross understatement. I’m no good in crowds. A large number people gathered together – especially in a confined space – makes me feel claustrophobic.  I’m okay if I know most, if not all, the people I’m with. Throw me in the middle of a group of strangers and I’ll do my very best to become invisible.

I envy people who can walk up to strangers and kick start a conversation about just about any subject. For some reason I never learned how to do that, or maybe it’s a gift I wasn’t granted – I don’t know. All I do know is that being an introvert, somewhat insecure, and more than a little bit shy, means that parties aren’t always a fun experience for me.

On the other hand, because I’m lousy at mixing with people, I tend to keep busy during parties. I’ll happily supply people with drinks, make sure there’s enough nibbles to keep everybody from getting hungry, and pick the right music to reflect the mood surrounding me.

So maybe making Heather a party planner was not as farfetched as it seemed at first glance. Having lost her husband eighteen months ago, Heather has no interest in attending parties either. Resurrecting the party planning business she’d made a success with her late husband, is a priority though. And, organising a big event and being part of it, forces her to step out of her lonely comfort zone.

Of course Heather has no way of knowing that the job she’s taken on will lead to much more than just interacting with the world again. She’s about to get pushed much further out of her comfort zone than she could possibly have imagined. But then again, that is often the case in life – and at parties. They can so easily bring us much more than we expect, provided we’re brave enough to embrace the experience.

*****

Excerpt:

There it was, her opportunity to kick-start her life again. And, as restarts went, it made quite an impression. The hotel or club—she wasn’t quite sure how to label the building—looked rather grand at the end of the long drive. The Atlantic Ocean, throwing up a spray in the distance, only enhanced the picture. Even on this bright summer’s day she could see small rainbows in the watery mist the waves were producing. It would be easy to confuse this place with any of the up-market tourist traps the west coast of Ireland was peppered with. This could be any other posh resort catering to Americans trying to find their roots and golfers looking for an opportunity to try the links courses littered along the coastline. The heavy gate blocking the entrance told a different story. She knew too much about this place, its purpose and what happened behind those gates to confuse it for anything except what it was, a dream from the past and—if everything went according to plan—the start of the rest of her life.

She’d been looking at the building, the grounds, the gate and the little buzzer on the intercom box for a few minutes. If anybody on the inside happened to be keeping an eye on the entrance through those security cameras, they would have decided she was either scared or crazy by now—and they’d be right. She was apprehensive. Her hands were clasped together, her fingers worrying her wedding ring. After eighteen months of virtually living like a hermit, coming here felt like diving in headfirst. Still, if she’d had any doubts about leaving Dublin, that surprise visitor two weeks ago and his shocking proposal had taken care of those.

The bastard. She refused to even think his name. It still bothered her he’d had the nerve to show up at her door like that. Where would he have gotten the idea she’d be open to his suggestions? It had been clear that he’d expected her to embrace his offer—or should she call it an order—with open arms. His delusions of grandeur must have gotten the better of him, or he’d confused her with someone she clearly wasn’t. She didn’t get it. Even before her self-inflicted confinement, she’d made a point of staying away from him. Why would he think she’d changed her mind about him just because she was on her own? She didn’t know but lingering on that memory right now didn’t serve any purpose. She didn’t want him in her thoughts, especially not now. It would only make her more nervous than she already was.

She’d thought this place would be the perfect setting for her return to the BDSM world she’d been ignoring for well over a year. Now that the moment was close, now that she had to take this last step out of her confinement, the first step into her future, she couldn’t help second-guessing herself. Was she really ready to move forward? Could she do it on her own? She’d never been a part of this lifestyle without her husband and his loving support.

With a sigh she lifted her hand and pressed the little button. She’d come this far. She hadn’t driven the five hours from Dublin only to turn away at the last hurdle. If she gave up now, it would be the end of the business they’d built together. If she chickened out of this, there would be no way of ever going back on her own terms. Going forward scared the shit out of her but going back frightened her even more. She could do this. She’d promised she would take this step. Breaking her word was not an option, no matter how scared she was.

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Blurb:

When Jason Hudson and Heather Staunton first meet they are young and sure they are wrong for each other. As a result they spend a summer admiring each other from a safe distance.

Twenty years later Heather is coming out of mourning, having lost her husband and Dom eighteen months earlier. Jason, now the owner of an exclusive sex resort on the west coast of Ireland, struggles with the loss of his desire to dominate.

Jason’s resort is about to celebrate its first anniversary and party planner Heather has been hired to create the perfect celebration. Their reunion comes as a big surprise to both of them.

Old and familiar attraction, battles with new and conflicting emotions as Jason and Heather work together to organize the ultimate BDSM event. Overcoming the issues between them isn’t the only obstacle Jason and Heather face. In the background lurks a threat both to Heather’s independence and Jason’s livelihood.

Buy links:

Totally Bound | Amazon US | Amazon UK

*****

Author info:

Helena Stone can’t remember a life before words and reading. After growing up in a household where no holiday or festivity was complete without at least one new book, it’s hardly surprising she now owns more books than shelf space while her Kindle is about to explode.

The urge to write came as a surprise. The realisation that people might enjoy her words was a shock to say the least. Now that the writing bug has well and truly taken hold, Helena can no longer imagine not sharing the characters in her head and heart with the rest of the world.

Having left the hustle and bustle of Amsterdam for the peace and quiet of the Irish Country side she divides her time between reading, writing, long and often wet walks with the dog, her part-time job in a library, a grown-up daughter and her ever loving and patient husband.

Helena Stone can be found in the following places:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/HelenasHeat
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Email: helenastoneauthor@gmail.com

The Importance of Getting the Girl by Angelique Voisen (@frances_ac)

by | Mar 20, 2015 | | 0 Comments

MerchandiseI’m a Joss Whedon fan girl. Two of my favorite sci-fi shows of all time are Firefly and Dollhouse. I also have to confess the little muse in my head kept on badgering me and ultimately pushed me to writing a rough outline of Merchandise right after finishing my fourth run of Firefly.

There’s just something compelling and fun about the space opera genre— limitless possibilities of world building, alien species with extra juicy bits, and inventing gadgets with wacky names. Merchandise was born from the desire to write a  hot menage set in space, with a twist in the end.

One of the things I’d always liked about Whedon’s shows? Most of the protagonists start out as society’s outsiders trying to fulfill some greater purpose. Sadly, answering a higher calling demands a great price— letting thier love lives take a huge hit. Most of the time, they end up not getting the girl (or guy) because he/she either got a) pierced by a couple of wires, Matrix style, or because of b) some supernatural curse or another.

In Merchandise, the two male protagonists come from two different alien races who hold a centuries-old grudge against each other. As outlaws, they exist on the fringes of society. Just when they’re about to take one last job and retire, things don’t go as planned. They’re thrown right into a hot platenary mess and soon find out they’re way out of thier league.

Thankfully though? They do end up getting the girl in the end.

 

Merchandise Blurb: Unlikely mates Brale and Dyos are space bounty hunters who exist outside the intergalactic planetary laws. Their two races might hold a centuries-old grudge against each other, but war is far from their agenda. They simply go where the space credits goes. When a wealthy client hires them to acquire rare merchandise from a cargo ship, Brale and Dyos leap at the opportunity for easy cash.

The hunters get more than they’ve bargain for when they discover the merchandise is a rare human female breeder. For Brale and Dyos, J is the perfect woman, but when certain politics come into play, J comes with a hefty price tag the two outlaws might not be able to pay.

Buy Links:

Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/merchandise-by-angelique-voisen/

Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1O5dhQL

Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1FzAwPv

BookStrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/merchandise-mmf

 

Excerpt:

“Do you trust us?” the Hadarian asked in a soft voice.

He didn’t appear concerned by the chaos occurring in front of them. None of them were. Farr’s harsh voice and the concerned murmurs from the crowd faded away. The only sound J heard came from the harsh thudding of her heart as the Hadarian gently touched her. He brushed the curve of her left cheekbone, the line of her jaw, and the column of her throat with his fingertips. His fingers shook, betraying a hunger he obviously tried to hide from her.

These two wanted her, J realized with shock, wanted her with a consuming hunger so stark it was almost painful. Worse still, the way her body leaned and hungered for more of their touches told J her own hunger was a haunted reflection of theirs.

“I trust you,” J whispered, surrendering the gun to the Hadarian.

“Thank you.” The Hadarian relieved her of her task of pressing the gun to her forehead. For a moment, fear clouded J.

“You wouldn’t dare kill her,” Farr sneered.

The Hadarian didn’t look daunted one bit. “Shall we make a bet, Farr? Will you risk losing your expensive captive in front of your entire people for the sake of your pride?”

Farr looked like he’d been struck. Gael whispered something furiously in his ear while his men looked clearly unsettled.

Gods of the Galaxy. Did she horribly misinterpret the situation and the prisoners planned on using her as a means of escape?

Another painful migraine pounded at her head again. The Cobrini dispelled any inkling of panic by molding himself against the curve of her naked back. Fog-like memories slipped into her mind, still all smoky and insubstantial, but J realized she did know the touch of these two men and the sound of their voices.

“I can see through your ruse, traitor. I’ve watched your sordid little moment in the holding cells. You and your Cobrini lover value this Breeder as much as I,” Farr said, his tone a mixture of distaste and something else J didn’t expect. Jealousy, and not of the mild variety either. Farr’s usually handsome face became contorted with fury.

The pressure of the metal barrel on her forehead increased, but fear and worry no longer misted J’s mind. She swore she’d see this episode through the end and finally unravel her mysterious connection to these two men no matter the cost.

The Cobrini behind her spoke. “Like you said, Farr. We space pirates don’t have many morals to begin with. When you shove a man in a cage and leave him there to rot, he can grow really desperate, and men without options learn to be creative.”

About Angel:

Angelique Voisen writes LGBTQ erotic romances and likes experimenting with different sub-genres. Her stories are often set in exotic settings and may include blades, fangs, kinky magic systems and happily-ever-afters.

Author Links:

Blog: http://angelvoisen.blogspot.com

Twitter: https://twitter.com/frances_ac

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/angelvoisen

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