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Spotlight on April Zyon!

Published October 14, 2016 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

April is dying to show off her new book, Hacked. Please welcome her.
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Blurb

Holly Smith has always had a certain affinity with computers. By day, she strengthens Internet security for corporations. By night, she’s a hacker. When she hits upon what she believes to be an author’s unpublished manuscript, she finds herself reading about a world where warriors of old wage war against a dark force bent on consuming everything it touches. Then she finds out it’s all true.

Demaratus of Corinth has seen a lot during his lifetime. And while many things prove useful, he finds technology to be a greater hindrance than a help. Sent to find the hacker who managed to penetrate their base’s security, he is stunned to realize who she is to him. As the darkness closes in on them, Demaratus and Holly will have to battle to survive not only the coming fight but the war that is gaining momentum.

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Buy Links

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LYIBZY6/

Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01LYIBZY6/

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01LYIBZY6/

Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01LYIBZY6/

Evernight Publishing
: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/hacked-by-april-zyon/

Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/hacked-mf

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-hacked-2098645-147.html

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Excerpt:

She nodded and stood. She watched him as he watched her, taking her time. “Do I call you ‘Sir’?” She whispered the question. “I saw that in a movie. The Dominant ensured his submissive’s pleasure, and she called him ‘Sir.’ Is that right?”

“Only if you are comfortable with it. You can use my name, or that ridiculous nickname you’ve come up with, if you think it would be easier. I am not your Master and never will be. While I will be your Dominant, and you my submissive, this is always going to be an open relationship where we make our own rules. So go with whatever works for you, little warrior.”

She went to her knees, her hands behind her back and knees braced apart. Her head down and tilted to the side, she shuddered in need. “I think that I’m going to love you, DC. For the rest of your life.”

“Seeing you like this makes me wonder what sort of movies you’ve been watching,” he commented. She saw his feet move and in the next moment his fingers under her chin brought her face up. Leaning forward, with his elbows on his knees, Demaratus regarded her with what she could only assume was curiosity. “What else have you learned?”

“I’ve watched bondage movies, spankings, blindfolds, all of them with the woman submissive to the man. I like that. I think that I’ve learned how to give a blow job, but I don’t know, since I’ve never— Shit, there I go again.” Blurting out everything in my mind. Bloody brilliant.

“Sucking a man’s cock is something not every woman likes. Some love it, some do it out of a mistaken sense of duty, and others hate it but do it because they believe it is the only way that they might get fucked themselves. That’s not what we’re about. If we try something and you realize your expectations outshone the actual attempt, then we will never do it again. Now, what would you like to try first, little warrior?”

“I would really like to try the blow job, please? Sir.” She had never wanted to do anything so much in all of her life like she wanted to take him into her mouth.

Rubbing his thumb lightly over her chin, he nodded, then leaned back. Demaratus slouched slightly and studied her. Reaching down, he undid his belt and the buttons holding his fly closed. He lifted his hips a bit to push off his pants.

She smiled. “Do you know just how much I love the way you look at me like that? How do I do this?” She asked the question even as she licked her lips. “I don’t want to hurt you, but goodness, my mouth is watering.”

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About The Author

Having been a lover of the written word all her life April has always wanted to expand her horizons and write something that could be shared with the world. Only one thing held April back, the fact that the letters and numbers mixed and jumbled more often than not. Diagnosed with Dyslexia when she was eight years old April had to work her butt off just to be able to keep up with the other kids in reading and writing, so her love for fictional writing was tossed to the wayside for the moment.

Time marched on, as it always does, and she forgot her childhood dream of becoming an author and instead focused on what she had to – creating a career for herself.

As the endless waves of time passed the shores became less rocky and more sandy, a place where she could find an even foot. That and Microsoft invented Word. Hallelujah.

This is where April began her journey into the written world, the world that her imagination had been ceaselessly creating for her entire adult life.

Now she has been given a chance to let her literary wings unfold and fly, thanks to the amazing publishers with Evernight Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing.

Now its time to let the dream take flight and watch it soar!

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New Release from Doris O’Connor!

Published September 26, 2014 by Lorraine Nelson - Author
Hello! Today I have Doris visiting to share information on her newest release, The Bear Treatment. Love the hot cover! Take it away, Doris!

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Thanks so much for having me here today with my new release The Bear Treatment.

There is nothing worse than being dumped by your boyfriend is there, even if that person turned out to be a right schmuck. Louisa doesn’t have much luck in the boyfriend department, mainly, because the one man she really wants is way, way, way out of her league—or so she thinks.
In her words…

He was so way out of her league it wasn’t even real. Not only because he was very much a Dom, but also because Louisa didn’t have the first clue how to be what he looked for in a woman. After all, he would no doubt want to settle with another shifter like himself.
Somehow she didn’t think a smart mouthed, overweight, thirty-something, fresh out of yet another failed relationship, screw-up like her, would be his idea of the perfect submissive.
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Little does she know that this Dom has just been biding his time and when she turns up in his spa, ready to experience a taste of the lifestyle, she is in for the bear treatment…

Blurb:
There’s nothing quite like being dumped by another good-for-nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the spa-with-a-difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday.

What can possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it?

That would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up being mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end. One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again.

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, wax play, anal play

Excerpt:

When he bit down on her clit her orgasm rushed through her with so much force that she screamed and bit her lip hard enough to taste her own blood, in an effort to muffle that scream.
They were on top of a crowded restaurant, for God’s sake. If she turned her head she could see the people dining below. All it would take was for one of them to look up and they would see her sprawled along the table with Luke once again lapping at her cream as she gushed her juices into his waiting mouth. The thought that one of the diners would look up, made her orgasm burn hotter, and with her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks she almost didn’t notice the slight pressure against her little puckered hole until Luke slipped a slick finger wet with her own arousal knuckle deep into her ass.
She would have bowed off the table had his hot hand on her tummy not held her down, and she lost herself in the heated stare of his golden eyes as their gazes connected.
“That’s my girl.” His voice had dropped an octave, dripping in lust, and her body went limp under his possession. “This ass and this pussy are mine to do with as I please are they not, my sweet Lou?”
He pushed deeper into her butt, and she gasped at the burning pain of another finger slipping past that ring of muscle. Discomfort gave way to heat when he started to thrust those two fingers in and out of their tight confines, and added the thumb of his other hand to her clit and rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves in small circles designed to push her over the edge once more.
The strange sensation in her ass awakened unused nerve endings, and she clamped around his digits, increasing the heady sensations bombarding her.
“That’s it, my sweet. Ride those fingers. I can’t wait to see your little hole stretched with a butt plug to prepare you for my cock, and you will let me take you back here, won’t you?”
The veins on his neck stood out, his smile showed his fangs, and with the eyes of his bear looking down on her he never looked more the wild animal he had inside than right now. The thought should have terrified Louisa, but instead it had the opposite effect on her. She was his prey, his for the taking, and the thought turned her on even more.
“Yes, yes, God yes, I’m yours to do with as you please, Sir.”
Her whispered answer made him step up his assault on her senses, and everything inside of her drew tight as she climbed up those rungs of lust until the world narrowed to just the feel of his fingers in her ass, and his big body covering her.
Luke bent closer, not once slowing his fingers as they fucked her into another orgasm, and then he kissed her. His tongue mimicked the action of his digits, and she kissed him back until her lungs screamed at her they needed air, as her body shook in the grip of the tremors wracking through her. She winced when he withdrew his fingers from the tight clasp of her ass, and then gasped when he shrugged out of his shirt. The man’s torso was magnificent and sprinkled with liberal amounts of hair that she wanted to run her fingers through. His pectorals flexed as he threw the shirt across the room, and she let her gaze admire the play of muscles. The way his hair thickened to a dark trail that acted like a beacon to his magnificent cock. Despite her earlier attention to that particular body part, he was once again erect. Veins ran along the length of the impressive organ, and the thick mushroom head glistened in the muted lighting of the room. Louisa licked her lips, suddenly desperate for another taste of his salty musk, and Luke laughed. Low and menacing, the sound was more animal than human, and set her arousal to fever pitch.
“Not this time, my sweet. This time I want to bury my cock into your tight cunt. I want to see your lips stretched around my girth, as you struggle to take all of me, but you will, won’t you, pet? You’ll milk my cock like the good little subbie you are, and you’ll gush your cream all over my dick again and again, won’t you?”
“Yes, Sir.” How she managed to force the words past her kiss swollen lips she would never know. Her gaze was riveted to his cock, where Luke was fisting himself slowly. He squeezed the tip of his dick until his pre-cum slid on his fingers and with a wicked grin held those digits up to her mouth.
Louisa opened up eagerly, only too willing to taste him again, and she groaned when he hooked those fingers inside her mouth holding her in place while he ran the tip of his erection through her wet slit repeatedly. He bumped into her clit at every upstroke, sending jolts of electricity through her system, and her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe through her nose.
“Look at me, pet.”
His rough command made her eyes snap to his again, and she swallowed hard around the digits in her mouth. The intensity of his golden gaze was hard to take, as he pinned her in place with the sheer force of his will.
“You’re mine, and when I sink my cock into your cunt, I’m going to sink my fangs into your flesh and mark you as mine.”

Buy links:
http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-bear-treatment-by-doris-oconnor/
http://www.amazon.com/Bear-Treatment-Projects-Book-ebook/dp/B00NRJPGUU/
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bear-Treatment-Projects-Book-ebook/dp/B00NRJPGUU/
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thebeartreatment-1634860-147.html
http://www.bookstrand.com/the-bear-treatment-mf

Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

Stalking Links:
Website Blog Twitter Facebook Pinterest Evernight Publishing
Amazon All Romance E-Books BookStrand Barnes&Noble

Woohoo! Now that’s what I call a hot excerpt!

Thank you for coming – no pun intended – today, Doris.  🙂

London Saint James’ Debut Audio Book!

Published September 2, 2014 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

It’s my pleasure to have London Saint James with me today to celebrate the release of her first audio production: The Good Sister: Part One.

*Waves* Thanks for having me over today to talk about a new audio book release, The Good Sister: Part One which is a contemporary erotic romance and the first book in the two book series that originally released in eBook format with Evernight Publishing.
The Good Sister was a labor of love to write, and also a labor of love to get out into the world in a different medium. This audio book world is a completely new venture for me, and it was an awesome experience to hear my characters come to life and be able to listen to them.

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Written by: London Saint James
Narrated by: Kitty Barclay
Length: 10 hrs and 8 mins

Blurb:

Trinity Lane Winslow feared everything and lived her life vicariously through others. She dreamed of the impossible, yearning to be the kind of woman men desired—especially Reid Addison.

Reid Addison feared nothing, except how the mousey little blonde daughter of his housekeeper made him feel. Even though Trinity Winslow wasn’t his type, there was something intriguing about her.

Lord Ashton Archer lived a fairy tale life with property all over the world, was heir to a ducal dynasty, and had women fawning all over him. Anything a man could want, he obtained by the snap of his fingers.

By a twist of fate the three of them find their way into the same illicit world of the infamous Madam Jacqueline Claudette Rousseau. But will they find what each of them truly desires? Or will they always long for the forbidden?

Be Warned:

Voyeurism, anal sex, rimming, spanking, bondage, multiple partners.

Inspiration to write, for me anyway, comes from so many different things. A place, a picture, a song, a poem, and even quotes. The idea for The Good Sister came from a quote, and blossomed into a two book series. Here’s the quote that started it all:

We always long for the forbidden things, and desire what is denied us.

–Francois Rabelais

Along with the original inspiration, there’s also my love for music. All types of music. In fact, I find listening to music to be a necessity when I write. *Smiles* So, I thought I’d share my top ten songs that lean to the tone/feel of Trinity’s story. Who knows, you might find we have something in common with a song you love, or you might find something new you haven’t heard. Either way, I hope you enjoy The Good Sister: Part One, and gain a little insight into some of my inspiration while writing.

  1. One Direction – What Makes You Beautiful
  2. The Veronicas – Untouched
  3. Blue October – Ugly Side
  4. Bonnie Raitt – I Can’t Make You Love Me
  5. Rascal Flatts – I’m Movin’ On
  6. Adele – Promise This
  7. Taylor Swift – White Horse
  8. David Cook – Time of My Life
  9. Marcus Foster – I Was Broken
  10. Train – Marry me

You can find these songs and more on London’s YouTube Channel: http://www.youtube.com/LSJRomance

You can find The Good Sister: Part One in Audio here:

Audible: http://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/The-Good-Sister-Part-One-Audiobook/B00M78CZSI

Audible UK: http://www.audible.co.uk/pd/Erotica/The-Good-Sister-Part-One-Audiobook/B00M789FRW

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/The-Good-Sister-Part-One/dp/B00M8E195Q/ref=sr_1_1_bnp_1_audd?ie=UTF8&qid=1406745965&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Good+Sister%3A+Part+One

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Good-Sister-Part-One-Unabridged/dp/B00M77YBZ4/ref=sr_1_1_bnp_1_audd?ie=UTF8&qid=1406746573&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Good+Sister%3A+Part+One

iTunes : https://itunes.apple.com/us/audiobook/good-sister-part-one-unabridged/id904378797

You can find out more about London here:

Web: http://www.londonsaintjames.com

Blog: http://londonsj.blogspot.com

Twitter: http://twitter.com/LSJRomance

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/LSaintJamesRomance

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/LSJRomance

Come join in the fun with London’s Facebook Group, Slip Between the Pages with London: https://www.facebook.com/groups/SlipBetweenthePageswithLondon/

Spotlight on Doris O’Connor!!!

Published November 17, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Welcome back, Doris!

Masks of a Tiger is Doris’s new release and it sounds hot! Read on to see for yourself.

Blurb:

Neeve doesn’t understand why any normal person would choose to wear a collar, like a common house pet. So, the collaring ceremony of her best friend’s sister-in-law is the last place she wants to be, even if the hot men watching her send her insides aflame.

Never one for missing the opportunity to teach a bratty sub manners, Grisha intends to show the fiery little redhead the error of her ways. He doesn’t expect to see her drawn to the flame like the proverbial moth. When she hurts herself in ways that even a Dom of his experience finds hard to witness, he knows he needs to help her.

Will their sexual chemistry be enough to chase away their demons and burn away their masks? Or is the submission Grisha demands too much for Neeve to accept?

Excerpt:

“Good girl, drink it all.” His voice had dropped an octave, and Neeve’s skin tightened in need. She tried to scoot away from him, but he anticipated her move, and in the flash of an eye he was sitting on the couch with her on his lap. His strong arms tightened around her when she tried to get off. “Stop it. You will just hurt yourself, and I can still put you over my knee.”

He chuckled into her neck when she snorted in frustration, and she glared at him.

“Sure, use your superior strength to make your point. Get off on beating up on women, do you?”

She regretted the words almost the minute they left her mouth, and she didn’t dare look at him.  He went so still, she couldn’t be sure he was even breathing.

His arms tightened around her for an instant, and then he sighed. One of his large hands trailed slowly up her side, until he reached her neck. He gently massaged the knot of tension away.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

The growly whisper was impossible to ignore. She forced her gaze upwards, and the grim determination on Grisha’s face took her breath away.

“Who hurt you, Neeve? Give me the name of the fucking bastard, and I’ll tear him limb from limb.”

The steely determination in his eyes, and the controlled, almost careful, way his chest rose and fell sent shivers down her spine. The tight grip he had on his emotions and the quiet way he studied her made her feel as though she was the prey he was about to pounce on. Rather than fear coursing through her veins, it was an entirely different emotion making her breath hitch and her nipples tighten. He noticed of course. He seemed to notice everything, and his gaze dropped briefly to her breasts. They ached under that quick visual as though he had run his hands over them, and Neeve shook her head.

“I wouldn’t give any man the satisfaction of being able to hurt me. I told you, I’m not a sub.”

Grisha closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them they glittered with barely suppressed fury. His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“If that is truly the way you feel, then why are you still sitting on my lap? Should you not be running away screaming?” He lifted his hands away from her, as if to make his point. “Yet here you sit. Why is that I wonder?”

“I … I… I’m not. … I mean…” Neeve hated how wobbly her voice sounded. Why was she still sitting on his lap?

“I’m sorry.” The words flew from her mouth before she knew she was going to say them. “I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know why I did, really.”

Grisha nodded, once. That was his only reaction. Hands placed on the couch either side of his legs he didn’t move, just watched her with that unwavering attention that pinned her, as though he had tied her to him with invisible bonds.

“Thank you for taking care of this.” She lifted her wrist and tried to smile at him, but her attempt wavered as his expression darkened. He took hold of her hand and turned it over. He bent his head and pressed a kiss into her palm. His hot breath sent tingles up her arm, and she clenched her hand into a fist. He kissed her knuckles, one at a time, before he pressed his lips against the bandage. He licked a path up her inner arm, leaving the most delicious tingles in its wake, and Neeve could almost forget who this man was and what he stood for. When he finally raised his head and looked at her, Neeve struggled to draw breath into her lungs.

“Why do you feel the need to mutilate this beautiful skin, sweetheart?”

“I … you wouldn’t understand. And it’s none of your business.”

He raised an eyebrow and smiled—a slow, sexy as sin, I-can-see-straight-through-your-bullshit-smile—that broke through every one of Neeve’s carefully constructed layers of witty comeback, years of pretense, and cut right into the pain she carried with her, lest she ever forget what happened.

“Trust me.”

The whispered statement hung between them, and Neeve shook her head.

“I don’t know you. How can I trust you?”

“Because sometimes it’s easier to tell someone you don’t know.” He cupped her chin and dug his fingers into her skin hard enough to hurt. “And because I get the whole need to mark skin thing, but you need to do it in a safe manner. I leave marks that fade, never scar. Marks that tease, and arouse, and get you so damn turned on, you’ll have the hottest sex you ever had. Marks that will proclaim I own you, at least whilst in a scene. Think on that, sweetheart, next time you stare into the flame.”

He let go of her so suddenly she felt bereft. As smoothly as he’d placed her on his lap, he moved her off it, until she was sitting on the couch looking up at him. He pulled a card out of his trouser pocket and placed into her hand. He leant down to do so, and Neeve’s stomach flipped over as he drew so close their breaths mingled. Her eyes fluttered shut in anticipation of his kiss—a kiss she suddenly craved with every fiber of her being—a kiss that never came.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”  His lips hovered over hers and when she opened her eyes, he smiled. Arms either side of her body, he obliterated her view of anything but him, but her senses drank in the sight and feel of his powerful body. He’d rolled the sleeves of his shirt up, and opened a few more buttons on his shirt, exposing a smattering of dark hair on his chest, and Neeve’s mouth watered. The contrast of the white shirt against his dark skin mesmerized her. She took in the play of muscles as he straightened away from her. With his tie loose around his neck, and his hands now pushed into his trouser pockets, he was the image of disheveled elegance.

“When you’re ready to trust me, look me up, Neeve.”

 

Purchase links for Masks of a Tiger:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/masks-of-a-tiger-by-doris-oconnor/

http://www.amazon.com/Masks-Tiger-Club-Ink-ebook/dp/B00A86K75O/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1353064446&sr=1-4&keywords=masks+of+a+tiger
http://www.bookstrand.com/masks-of-a-tiger-mf

https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-masksofatiger-1003550-142.html

Stalking links for Doris:

Website: http://www.dorisoconnor.com/

Blog: http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/mamaD8

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432

Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/dorisoconnor/

New Release: The Publisher’s Proposal, Daring Desires, Book 2

Published October 27, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

The Publisher’s Proposal, Daring Desires, Book 2, is the sequel to the ARe bestseller, The Submission.

Sylvia must fess up her secrets, but things go too far when Ivy, the publisher at Daring Desires Publishing, wants to use Katia as her own personal learning tool for BDSM. What ensues is a catfight between editor and boss, as both try to win over author Katia Lane.

Katia never expected BDSM to come up when she’s invited to meet with the publisher for dinner, but sure enough, a ménage is in the making. What Katia can’t understand is, if Sylvia asked her to come, why isn’t the editor enjoying this too?

Be Warned: menage sex (FFF), BDSM, voyeurism, sex toys

 Excerpt:

Determined to win this little game, Sylvia moved up to her sub’s neck. She nipped and kissed lightly before running her tongue across Katia’s earlobe. The whimper turned into a moan and Sylvia couldn’t help glancing at Ivy out of the corner of her eye. Her boss had one of Katia’s legs lifted and she was mirroring Sylvia’s motions on the inside of Katia’s thigh.

Oh, now that’s playing dirty. I would have started by kissing her ankles.

Sylvia narrowed her eyes and decided to beat the redhead to the punch. They all knew where this was headed, and she’d be damned if Ivy got to her sweet spot first. She adjusted so that she was seated on the edge of the bed, her feet still planted firmly on the floor, and her ass hanging half off. It wasn’t too comfortable, but it gave her access to what she wanted. Katia’s pert nipples beckoned her like cupcakes in a bakery. She wanted nothing more than to lick the sweet tips of them until she was satisfied.

As Sylvia began lowering her head, she noticed Ivy had paused to watch her. The woman’s eyes were narrowed, as if studying Sylvia’s movements. That’s right, you are the student and I am the master. You better be studying hard.

With slow, deliberate movements, Sylvia swirled her tongue around Katia’s breast. She avoided the nipple with great care. When she tilted her head to glance at Katia’s face, the woman was staring at her with wide, pleading eyes. Oh yes, she knew that look and knew exactly what the sub wanted. Suddenly, Katia threw back her head, her body arched off the bed, and her eyes shut. Her breast almost slammed right into Sylvia’s mouth.

A quick glance back down at Katia’s pussy confirmed Sylvia’s suspicions: Ivy was fingering her, fast and hard. An orgasm was wracking the blonde’s body, and her moans were clearly audible through the gag. Katia was tugging at her restraints, her fists clenched.

She’s right on the edge, slipping, but not free-falling yet. Here’s my chance.

Available at:

Evernight

Amazon

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Tara Chevrestt is a deaf woman, former aviation mechanic, writer, and an editor. She is most passionate about planes, motorcycles, dogs, and above all, reading. That led to her love of writing. Between her writing and her editing, which allows her to be home with her little canine kids, she believes she has the greatest job in the world. She is very happily married.

Tara also writes as Sonia Hightower. Sonia writes the racy stuff and argues that she was here first. She just wasn’t allowed to be unleashed until the last year.

They both agree, however, that strong is sexy, and they don’t write the average, simpering damsel. They write about women who see what they want and obtain it.

While Tara and Sonia continue to fight over the laptop and debate who writes the next book, you can find buy links, blurbs, and other fun bits on their website: http://tarachevrestt.weebly.com/index.html or their Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tara-Chevrestt-Sonia-Hightower/218383211513877.

New Release by London Saint James!!!

Published August 27, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Superbly talented friend and author, London Saint James, has a new release and is here today to tell us about it. Love the cover! Welcome, London. Take it away. 🙂

I’m happy to be one of the authors included in the Naughty Fairy Tale line through Evernight Publishing.  When I first found out they were doing Naughty Fair Tales, I knew I had to be part of what would be some unique and scorching hot stories.  I thought about all the fairy tales I loved as a child, and the one that kept popping up was Alice in Wonderland. 

Putting my naughty twist to Alice was super fun to write, and I hope people will enjoy reading Tied Up In Wonderland, as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Tied Up In Wonderland Blurb:

Once upon a time there was a snoopy reporter, one Master Dom who wanted her for his own, and an underground bondage club that could mean the story of the year…

When Allison McCray decided to go undercover and pose as a submissive college girl named Alice Smith, she may have found herself in over her head. Especially when she becomes the new pet of someone they call Master Hatter.

Having Alice in his club may have been what Master Hatter always dreamed of, only he wished she were there as the woman he knew as Allison, not Alice. No matter. He’d play any game she wanted, and perhaps somewhere along the way he would show his “little Alice” what she’d been missing, one well-placed swat at a time.

But does Alice truly have what it takes to be a submissive, find the answers she seeks, learn the identity of the Master, and break the story that could make Allison McCray a household name? Or will she forever be tied up in Wonderland?

**Warning** Tied Up In Wonderland contains bondage, sex toys, and anal sex.

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And now for the excerpt:

The sound of the motorcycle revved. Stopped. Boots hit the pavement, the footfalls echoing my way.

“Turn around,” he said. It was the voice of Master Hatter. God, I wanted to see him. Rip the mask off and look at him, but I did as he commanded. I turned. “You are not allowed to remove the mask, or speak. You will do as I instruct without question. Nod your head if you understand.” I nodded. A warm hand grabbed my hand. “Come with me.” He walked me a few steps forward. “Stop, and lean your back against this wall.” I felt in front of me. It had to be the block wall of the building behind the pool hall. “Do it, Alice.” My fingers skimmed down the rough surface. I flipped around. Leaned against the wall. This would probably put more than a smudge on my champagne colored shirt, but if I got into to Wonderland, so be it. One ruined blouse was worth it. “Unbutton your shirt.”

I know my hands were shaking, but I unbuttoned my shirt. I knew when Master Hatter moved the material aside. The night air caressed my exposed flesh. He tugged at the chain, stretching my nipples, and elongating my clit. A sensation that I can only describe as hot, flashed across every inch of me. He tugged once more. Burning flames consumed my sex. I wanted to cum. No other thought but that lingered in my mind.

“Hike your skirt,” he said. That low grumble of stern mastery outlined each of his words. “Slowly.”  I grabbed the material of my skirt, gathering it up, doing as he wanted, slow. “Stop, and give me your foot, Alice.” I lifted my right foot. Hands caressed my calf. He lifted my leg, placed my foot on something. Perhaps the seat of his bike. “Lift your skirt, higher.”

I did, and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I was in a dark alley, with someone I didn’t know, my shirt open and flapping in the breeze, my leg hiked up, wearing nothing beneath my partially clothed body with tweezer clamps attached to not so secret parts. I had my skirt lifted up past my hips. Totally exposed.

Wow! Sounds Hot! Thanks for sharing with us, London. Best of luck!

Spotlight on Doris O’Connor!

Published July 18, 2012 by Lorraine Nelson - Author

Today I welcome Doris O’Connor to my blog. She is a multi-published author of erotic romance. It’s my pleasure to have her back with us to celebrate the release of her newest title, Tiger Scars.

Warning: Explicit language, BDSM, menage

Blurb:

Can some scars ever truly heal?

Cherie ran away from Ink once. She is not going to get the chance to do so again, but helping her heal will take all of his skills as a Dom. Using Shibari, Knife play, and Ménage sex, he shows her that pleasure can be found in the things that haunt her.

Emotionally and physically scarred Cherie has sought refuge at Club Ink, where she keeps everyone at arm’s length. When Ink forces her to face up to her demons, does her submission hold the key to her future happiness? Or will their shared past destroy them once and for all?

Not hot enough for ya? Here’s an excerpt:

She was so fucking beautiful it hurt to look at her. With her arms cuffed high above her head her bountiful tits displayed beautifully, her abundant curves covered in the marks left by his claws, his cum drying on her belly, all he saw was his woman, his mate. He ground his teeth and forced his tiger to stand down, aware of Cherie’s renewed agitation. She yanked on her restraints, her expressive eyes deep pools of molten chocolate widening in fear.

“Stop fidgeting.” He delivered the words with a quick open-handed swat to her mound, and Cherie’s hips bucked off the bed. She bit her lips, and he smiled at her moan when he trailed his index finger through her wet pussy lips and up towards her anus. Her increased scent and the renewed gush of moisture coating his hand told him all he needed to know, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thought of punishment went out of his head, and instead he followed his tiger’s instincts and lowered his head. He inhaled the sweet scent calling him, his fingers digging into Cherie’s thighs to spread her wider still. Her nether lips opened beautifully, so all of her quivering, glistening cunt was there for him to feast over. He had to taste her, to bring her to the brink of orgasm again and again. His smile turned wicked, and he blew against her wet folds. Cherie bucked underneath him, her long drawn out hiss of pleasure music to his ears. He allowed himself one long, slow, lick along her slit, and then bit down on her clit.

Every muscle in Cherie’s body tensed; her breath hitched; her thighs trembled and clenched around his head, and his smile deepened. Nothing used to bring her to the brink faster. He blew against the engorged bud again and allowed his claws to run out. He dug them into her thighs just hard enough to break the skin, to remind her who was in charge.

“Do you need help keeping these open for me?” He growled the words into her pussy, allowing himself another slow lick of her sweet juices, before he raised his head to look at her.

Eyes wide as saucers, her skin flushed, Cherie shook her head, and Ink withdrew his claws and sank his thumb into her nether hole.

His tiger roared at the mark of his possession, Cherie’s whimper of submission making Ink’s cock harden in record time again.

“I can’t hear you, girl.”

He trailed the fingers of his other hand along the lips of her cunt, swirling it slowly around her pearl, and Cherie panted her answer.

“Sorry … no … oh … yes … please. Oh God, don’t stop.”

He flicked her clit once, twice, and inserted another finger into her sphincter, all the while keeping up the circling motion around her clit, designed to drive her higher and higher. His balls grew tight, and his tiger growled at the soft feminine moans filling the air.

He’d played with plenty of willing and experienced subs, and trained lots of new ones, but nothing beat the sweet responsiveness of this woman. That she would give herself so trustingly to him after everything that had happened to her, blew him away. The tell-tale tightening of her quivering muscles under his fingers told him how close she was, and he stepped up his assault.

“Remember who owns your orgasms, baby girl.”

His warning just seemed to excite her further, and he groaned watching her body climb. His cock throbbed, and he tortured himself by rubbing it along the velvet skin of her hip, leaving a wet trail of his pre-cum behind. It took every ounce of his self-control to not just allow himself to slide deep into her welcoming heat. She’d fit him like a glove the first time round, so tight and hot, it had been a miracle he’d had managed to pull out and not spill his seed inside her, like his tiger had urged him to do. He’d only ever lost control with Cherie. From the minute his tiger had scented her all those years ago, he’d known she was his, and she always would be. But he was older and wiser now, and they had a lot of ground to cover still, until they could even think of moving on. The reminder how much was at stake here focused his sole attention on the woman writhing underneath him. Her body tensed, her skin flushed all over, and just as she was about to fly off into ecstasy he withdrew.

Her eyes flew open, and she tried to tense her thighs around him to stop him from leaving. Silly little tigress played right into his hands. He bit down on the soft skin of her inner thigh and slapped the globes of her ass. The red imprint of his hand stood out against the pale skin, and Cherie froze the minute she realized her mistake.

“I’m, sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean to.” Her husky whisper had him harden to the point of pain, and he slapped her ass again, satisfied to see the shudder going through her. A few more slaps followed, each one making her wetter until she twisted onto her side of her own accord, grinding her thighs together to get herself off. He put considerable more force behind his last slap to her now red-hot ass and then pulled her down the bed as far as he could, stretching her legs wide and turning her on her front.

“Such pretty words, but you don’t mean them, do you?” He stood back perusing her, and he chuckled at the mutinous look she threw at him over her shoulder.

Much better, baby. Show me some of your sass.

“Yes, I do. I’m sorry, Sir.”

He had to look away to hide his smile, but oh it felt good to have her goading him whilst she was completely at his mercy.

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