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Sabrina York is Defiant

DEFIANTdefiant, by Sabrina York

Noble Passions, Book Five

When rakish Ned falls in with the wrong crowd, his brother decides to send him to the Continent for “seasoning”. For Sophia, this just won’t do. She’s loved Ned for ages—and also longed for adventure. She runs away from her boring suitors and disguises herself as a cabin boy on the Defiant, the ship sailing Ned to Italy.

Ned knows he’s not good enough for Sophia, but once they’re on the Defiant, he can’t stop himself from touching her, tasting her, loving her. Not when a wild tempest and a band of ruthless pirates threaten them. Not when every look from her gives him such pleasure. And certainly not when she comes, warm and wild and willing, to his bed.

If they survive their voyage, Sophia’s brother might kill him, but it will have been worth every moment and every hot, sweet kiss.

A Romantica® Regency historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Sophia stood on the bow of the boat in the dark as the wind and rain lashed her face. She loved it. Loved it. Not only was the storm elemental and fierce, it hid her tears.

Surely she hadn’t expected Ned to greet her with open arms. Not when she had barged in on his adventure as she had. But she certainly hadn’t expected him to be so horrid. His expression had devastated her.

Foolish girl, it said.

But then, her heart agreed.

She was foolish.

Foolish to ever think that he—

“You’re soaked.”

She whirled around, though she knew what she’d see. More glowering.

She was right.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m reveling.” She thrust out her chin, in case he didn’t believe her.

He gaped at her. “Reveling?”

“Yes.” She didn’t mean to shout, but his wintry demeanor annoyed her tremendously. She threw out her arms. “Look at this!”

“It’s a storm.”

“It’s beautiful. The waves are wild, untamed—”

“You could be swept overboard.”

“The wind is howling and the rain is savage. It’s glorious.”

“It’s freezing. Come inside.”

“It’s not freezing. It’s summer.”

I’m cold.”

“Then you go inside.”

“Sophia Fiona—”

“Don’t call me that.”

“It’s your name.”

“You sound like Ewan.”

“I’m starting to think Ewan is a saint.”

She glared at him. “What a beastly thing to say.” She hated that her chin wobbled a little. Hated that he winced.

“I’m sorry, Sophia. This has been trying for me.” He sluiced the water from his face. “Won’t you please come inside?”

“All right. Fine.”

“You will?”

“You did say please.”

He blew out a breath and offered her his arm. She frowned at it. “I’m a cabin boy, remember? You don’t offer a cabin boy your arm.” When he didn’t lower it, she smacked it. “Someone will see.”

That caught his attention and he slowly lowered his arm. “Right then. Come inside.” He followed her back to the cabin, his stride decidedly unsteady. If anyone was tipping overboard, it was most likely him.

When she once again stood in his chambers, she realized the folly of her actions. She hadn’t brought a change of clothes and she was drenched. So was he. Without a word, he relit the lamp and then opened his trunk and pulled out several shirts, two of which he tossed to her. “Change.”

That was it. One word. Just “change” and then he presented her with his back. She huffed a breath, but did as he asked because she was really rather cold. The feel of the cloth falling over her chilled flesh warmed her. Because it was his shirt. It had touched his skin. She wasn’t sure why the thought sent heat scudding through her belly.

“Use the other shirt to dry your hair,” he suggested, as he began toweling off as well.

She huffed a laugh. “All of your clothes will be wet.”

“They’ll dry. Are you clothed?”

“Yes.”

He turned. And froze. His gaze locked onto her bare legs. “I-I thought you said you were clothed.” A squawk.

“I am.” But the intensity of his stare made her self-conscious, so she slipped into the bed.

“Close your eyes,” he said as he unbuttoned the damp linen clinging to his chest.

“Why?”

“I need to change as well. I’m f-freezing.”

“Okay.” She did. But she peeked.

He ripped off his wet shirt and her breath caught at the sight of his broad back. Muscles rippled as he moved and she swallowed. He was beautiful. He tugged the fresh shirt over his head and she nearly whimpered as that magnificent vision disappeared. But then, he unfastened his trousers.

All pretense of not peeking evaporated.

He sat and took a moment to work off his boots. And then he stood. His trousers were tight, as was the fashion, and he had to peel them off. As he bent, she caught a flash of his bare behind.

She must have made a noise because he whirled around. His cheek bunched when he saw her watching. “You’re supposed to have your eyes closed.”

She hunkered in the covers, as though that would disguise the fact that her eyes were open wide.

“Sophia…”

It was probably wrong to grin at him, but she couldn’t help it.

“Sophia Fiona!”

“Stop calling me that. It always makes me think I’m in trouble.”

“You are in trouble. You have no idea how much trouble you’re in.”

She tipped her head to the side. “We both know Ewan will be so relieved to see me, he’ll forget how angry he is—”

Ned stilled and fixed her with a dark glare. “What makes you think I’m talking about Ewan?”

“I… ah…”

“I’ve a mind to bend you over my knee.”

Why a shiver rippled through her, she had no idea. She’d been spanked once or twice as a child and she hadn’t cared for it in the slightest. But something dark and domineering in Ned’s tone made her womb warm.

“You-you wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t I? Now, look away. Your brother would skewer me if I gave you the education you’re about to have.”

She attempted not to snort. Ned—and everyone—thought her a prim and innocent miss on account of the polish she’d acquired at Lady Satterlee’s. Nothing could be further from the truth. As a child, before Ewan had made his fortune, they’d lived a hand-to-mouth existence in the slums of Perth. She’d seen more than one couple rutting against a wall in a dingy alleyway. And at one point, she and her brother had taken refuge in a bordello. She’d been only seven, but if she’d had an education, she got it there. She could probably teach Ned a few things.

Still, because he seemed to expect it, she squeezed her eyes tight and didn’t hardly peek at all as he finished changing. Besides which, the spot she was interested in was mostly shadows.

With a great huff, he threw himself back into the chair. “Now, go to sleep.”

“Don’t you want me to put out the light?”

“No. I want to be able to see where you are.”

“I’m not leaving again tonight.” Probably. Unless her despair overcame her once more.

“Leave it on.” A grunt, and not a very nice one at that. Why he had call to be annoyed, she couldn’t fathom.

Blast and damn, he was an annoying man. Sophia grunted as well and rolled over, facing the wall of the cabin. She studied the patterns the swinging lamp made for a long while, listening as he shifted one way and then the other.

It was really unfair for him to have to sleep in the chair. This was his room. But he would never share her bed. She grimaced at the way the words came out, but it was true. He wouldn’t. Unless…

She rolled over again and watched him twist in the chair. He caught her eye and frowned.

“Ned?”

An impatient groan. “Yes, Sophia?”

“Ned, I’m cold.”

He stilled. Then barked, “Put on another blanket.”

“There aren’t any more.” She faked a shiver. She wasn’t cold in the slightest. She never was. Ewan said she ran hot. “Brr. My teeth are chattering.”

His glower became a frown.

“I hope I don’t get ill.”

He paled. “You shouldn’t have gone out in the rain. Why did you go out in the rain?”

She sneezed. Or something like it. “I don’t know.”

“Sophia?”

“Am I running a fever?” She put her palm to her forehead. “I think I’m running a fever.”

His brow wrinkled. He stood and made his way across the tiny chamber as though on his death march. He set the backs of his fingers to her cheeks. His frown darkened. “You are warm.”

“No. I’m cold.” She shivered and peered up at him, her eyes as wide as she could make them. “Won’t you warm me?”

He wrenched his hand away as though she’d burned him. “What?”

“Lie here beside me and warm me up?”

“There’s not enough room for both of us.”

“I’m small.”

“Sophia.” She’d never heard her name in such a strangled voice, not even when Ewan was at his wit’s end.

“Just for a bit? You can be on top of the covers. Surely that is decent.”

The muscle in his cheek bunched again, as though he were grinding his teeth.

“Please?”

He gusted a sigh. “All right, Sophia. Scoot over and make room.”

She did. With alacrity.

“And roll over, facing the wall.”

She frowned at him “Why?”

“Just do it. Please.”

“Oh, all right.” But only because he said please. And because, when she was facing the other way, he couldn’t see her grin.

He settled in behind her and a shiver rocked her. He was warm. And he smelled delicious. Not fishy in the slightest. It was delightful, lying here with him. She closed her eyes and imagined he wanted this as much as she.

If only. If only.

Check out the other books in the Noble Passions Series from Sabrina York

Follow the decadent exploits of friends and enemies as they find love and passion in the glittering world of the Regency—and its dark underbelly.

Book 1: Follyfolly_msr (final)

2014 EPIC eBook Award Finalist

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Widowed and threatened with penury by her heartless in-laws, Eleanor–Lady Ulster–hatches a plot to save herself. Determined to produce the Ulster “heir”, she seduces a stranger at a tawdry masquerade. Little does she know, this magnificent masked lover is none other than her husband’s greatest nemesis. And God knows Ulster had plenty.

Ethan Pennington is mortified to arrive at a house party and discover Lady Ulster in attendance. He has wanted her and hated wanting her–his enemy’s bride–for years. When he overhears Eleanor’s predicament and her plans to place a cuckoo in the Ulster nest, he is more than willing to oblige. The opportunity to finally claim her–while taking the revenge he craves–is more than he can resist. Ethan strikes a bargain with Eleanor, promising to provide her with the heir she so desperately needs…if she will meet his needs in return. Every decadent one of them.

Book 2: Dark Fancydarkfancy_msr

The sizzling prequel to Folly

2014 Winner of the Carolyn Readers’ Choice Award

When Lady Helena Simpson flees an unwanted marriage to a revolting lord, she finds refuge with James, a charming, handsome man unlike any she’s ever known. Helena concocts the perfect solution to her problem. She asks—begs—James to ruin her. Surely her betrothed will repudiate her if she is no longer pure. And if all her efforts fail and she still ends up married to a horrid man until the end of her days, she will at least once have known true passion.

But James is not all he seems. He is, in fact, a wicked lord with a dark fancy. When Helena awakens his desire, he becomes determined to take everything she has to offer and more. No matter the cost.

Book 3: Dark Dukedarkduke_msr

Edward Wyeth, the Dark Duke of Moncrieff’s life has been turned on its end. His well-ordered home has been invaded. By destitute relatives. From Scotland. How on earth can he write Lord Hedon’s salacious novels with hellions battling in the garden and starting fires in the library? But with the onslaught has come a delicious diversion. His cousin’s companion, the surprisingly intriguing Kaitlin MacAllister. He is determined to seduce her. Using her desperate need for funds and her talents as an artist, he convinces her to draw naughty pictures for his naughtier books…and he draws her into his decadent web.

But Kaitlin has a secret. She’s fled Scotland—and a very determined betrothed. When Edward’s cousin is kidnapped and held in her stead, Kaitlin is honor-bound to return to her homeland and rescue her—much to Edward’s chagrin.

Because suddenly he can’t bear the thought of Kaitlin marrying another man. He can’t bear the thought of losing her at all.

Book 4: Brigandbrigand_msr

Kidnapped and held prisoner by menacing Scottish brigand, the notorious McCloud, Violet Wyeth does her best to persevere…and resist his rakish charms. But when she realizes The McCloud is really Ewan St. Andrews, the boy who once saved her life, the boy who once kissed her and made her heart flutter, she is lost.

Ewan has every intention of marrying Lady Kaitlin MacAllister. He desperately needs the entrée into the ton this bride can provide. But when his bride is delivered—bound and gagged—it’s not Kaitlin. It’s Violet Wyeth—the girl who betrayed him and ruined his life when he was a boy. He keeps her, determined to punish her for her sins. But when he discovers the truth about what really happened so long ago, and seething passion rises between them, he can no longer hold on to his rusty grudge. By the time he realizes how much he loves Violet—that he always has—he’s lost her.

All he can do is follow her. Follow her into the bowels of hell—and partake in the torment of the glittering London Season, where the harpies are far more dangerous than a Scottish brigand.

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Carrie Ann Ryan: Loving the Omega, a Redwood Pack Novel

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Maddox Jamenson almost lost his mate before he knew she existed, but his life is now exactly how he’d dreamed it. The war with the Centrals is over, and his family is healing one day at a time. Ellie is reveling in the simple perfection that is her life and family now, but that doesn’t mean she can shed the self-doubts and concerns that come with being a new mother, mate, and Redwood.

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“Are you hungry?” He asked because her belly growled loudly enough to attract pirates on the mainland.

“A little.” She licked her lips. “But I’m really thirsty.”

He pulled out the straw of his CamelBak and leaned forward, holding it to her lips. He should have shuttled off all his gear and just handed the damn thing to her because when she leaned in close and he got a whiff of her, he nearly passed out. You would think a woman who had been held prisoner by filthy pirates for nearly a week would smell bad. She did not. She smelled like heaven. There was a light musky odor of sweat—it was hot in the tropics—but it twined with something that was essentially female.

He’d never felt such hunger. It screamed through his soul.

And, on top of that, their faces were close. And she was sucking on the nozzle. And fuck. He was a warrior. A trained weapon. On a mission.

This was no time for a hard on.

But he was hard. Damn hard.

Her lashes flickered as she glanced up at him; she moaned as she swallowed. A shiver walked down his spine. Walked right down his spine and coiled in his balls.

When she sat back with a sigh, he put the nozzle to his lips as well. Not because he was particularly thirsty, but because he wanted a taste of her mouth, while it was still fresh.

What he really wanted was to kiss her. But she was the senator’s daughter and he was a grunt. That wasn’t going to happen. It couldn’t.

“Did…did you say something about food?” Damn lashes. Fluttering again. He had the urge to grab his Gerber and snip them off.

He pulled an MRE from a pocket on his left leg, read the label, and grimaced. He hated the meatloaf. He should have paid more attention when he prepped his gear. He had more in his pack, but this would do for now. “I have this.”

Her nose wrinkled as she studied the silver foil.

Yeah. Wait ’til she got a taste. He ripped open the packet, broke off a piece, and handed it to her. It was messy, because of the gravy, but he didn’t want to unload everything to find an implement. They needed to eat and go.

She took a bite. Her eyes widened. “Yuuum,” she said in an unconvincing tone.

It was all he could do to hold back his laugh.

“What…” She swallowed heavily. “What is this?”

“An MRE.”

“What does that stand for?”

His lips quirked. “Meals Rarely Edible.”

Her brow wrinkled, and then she laughed.

And ah, what a laugh. A melodic trill. Some kind of sound he figured you might hear in heaven.

“Do you eat these often?”

“Not if I can help it.” He shoved a chunk in his mouth and fired it back. “But we have a long way to go today, and these have a lot of calories.”

She froze, a niblette of mystery meat halfway to her mouth. “How-how many calories?”

“About twelve hundred a meal.”

She gaped at him. “Twelve hundred?” She glared at the meatloaf as though it were made of turds. Then again, it might have been. “And you gave it to me? To eat?”

“Yeah. You’ll need it.”

“Why didn’t you warn me?” She smacked him. It was like being batted by a kitten. “Twelve hundred calories is my whole day!”

He grinned. He could burn that much with a good fart. “Perfect. It’s probably all you’ll get. Eat up.”

“For twelve hundred calories, I could have eaten a cheesecake.”

He looked around for the cheesecake.

She shoved her tiny chunk of meatloaf at him. “Here, you eat it.”

He pushed it back. “You eat it. We have a lot of ground to cover today.”

“We do?” She tipped her head to the side. “Where are we going?”

“There’s an island to the south.” He grabbed a stick and sketched out a quick map. “We’re here. At the north end of this island. And the secondary extraction point is here.”

Her throat worked. “How will we get to the other island?”

“Swim.”

She paled. “I-I can’t swim.”

It was probably rude to stare. But really? She couldn’t swim? Who couldn’t swim? “You never wanted to learn?”

“Oh, I wanted to.” She sighed. “My mother was afraid I would drown.”

“Not drowning is kind of the point of swimming.”

“She wanted to keep me safe.” He didn’t miss the exasperation in her tone. “I didn’t get to do a lot of things. Which is probably why— And wouldn’t you know it? The first time?” She gazed at him as though she’d finished a sentence. As though he’d understood a bit of what she’d said.

“Well, don’t worry. We’ll get you home safe. And then everything will be just the way it was before.”

Her sudden frown mystified him.

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SEAL’S OBSESSION (A Take No Prisoners story) by New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Elle James — Mission: Halt pirate activities off the coast of Honduras. SEAL TEAM 10’s Jack Fischer goes undercover as a deck hand on a medical boat where he finds himself falling for the dedicated Dr. Natalie Rhoades.

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STONE HARD SEAL by Award-winning author Sabrina York —When Ryder “Stone” Maddox’s meets Lily Wilson—a senator’s daughter who is definitely off-limits—he’s determined to keep his distance, despite her irresistible allure. But Lily has plans of her own…to put his heart of stone to the test.

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Her Royal Hotness, Sabrina York is the award winning author of over 20 hot, humorous stories for smart and sexy readers. Her titles range from sweet & sexy erotic romance to scorching BDSM. Connect with her on twitter @sabrina_york, on Facebook or on Pintrest. Check out Sabrina’s books and read an excerpt on Amazon or wherever e-books are sold. Visit her webpage at www.sabrinayork.com to check out her books, excerpts and contests. Free Teaser Book: http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/ And don’t forget to enter to win the royal tiara!

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This entry is part 38 of 39 in the series Kinky Girl Take Over

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When I started to plan for this event, I wanted to include author posts as well as some blogs written by people who live the BDSM lifestyle to some degree. Today’s guest is remaining anomymous and names changed to respect privacy. :)

I grew up in a very conservative household where we went to church twice on Sunday and once on Wednesday. Church choir (both vocal and handbell) was a way of life and my mother was often the choir director. They put the fear of God into me (literally and figuratively) regarding anything related to sex. But I’m a reader and have a curious mind so I read all about it. I would sneak a peek at fiction books, medical books, and Cosmo magazine at the library where my mother worked. My mother, a reader of “bodice rippers”, often left her books in the bathroom and upon discovering they held lots of sex scenes I’d lock myself in the bathroom and flip through looking for those passages. My father finally had “the talk” with me which consisted of him stammering about until he finally asked if I had questions about sex. Nope, not me, I’d read all about it. I knew it all. And then, at seventeen, I met Lisa a fellow virgin and lover of books.

In a story too long to tell here Lisa and I started dating and about six months in she called and, out of the blue, asked if I wanted to lose my virginity with her. Not surprisingly I said, “of course!” I was seventeen and just out of high school, working part time, and had an apartment that I shared with a roommate who was going to be out of town. The planets were all in alignment. I bought lube and condoms, Lisa came over, and instead of jumping into things we talked. We talked about things we’d read about that we wanted to try, we talked about sex dreams we’d had that we wanted to act out, and we talked about the myriad of positions we found interesting. We spent the weekend in bed and tried anything and everything from bondage to anal from 69 to doggy style. We’d only stop to eat, for short naps, and the occasional shower. It was through this that I learned three important things 1) that I love performing oral sex but don’t care much about receiving 2) that seeing a woman tied up and “helpless” was quite erotic and 3) that a woman with bigger breasts, a rounded soft belly, and a round butt was my kryptonite. I also learned that silk ties are lousy for bondage but that too is a different story.

Fast forward about 10 years and I’m now working at the same library where my mother used to work when Carol walks in. She’s confident, she’s beautiful, and she’s got the exact body shape that makes me crazy. Gathering up nerve I didn’t often exhibit publicly I talked to her and found out that in addition to the physical things she was smart, had a quick wit, was sarcastic, and very funny. I was smitten. I asked her out that day for dinner that evening. It ended up being about a three hour dinner we got so wrapped up in discovering each other and laughing and being silly together. We became exclusive that evening and were a great match. It’s about two weeks later when Carol comes to me and says those dreaded words, “We need to talk.” My heart sank for I immediately pictured the worst. She must have seen it in my face because she quickly reassured me that nothing was wrong but there were things I needed to know.

She came over to my house that evening. I lived just outside of town in a small two bedroom house that sat on about three acres of mostly wooded land. I’d often sit outside on my front porch looking at the stars and this is where we went to chat. “I have certain…things about me that you don’t know. Certain desires,” she began. I glanced at her and saw the trepidation so I took her hand and told her she could tell me anything. It took her awhile to work up the nerve but finally she started up again, “There are things I like. Sexually. Things that might be a bit…odd. I don’t want to freak you out but things are going so well I thought I’d share now before we’re both so invested that I get hurt if you think I’m a…freak.”

“Before you go on let me tell you a little about me and my experience,” thinking this would help ease her mind. I told her about losing my virginity, I told her about some of what I liked (performing oral) and didn’t and soon she opened up to me.

“I like to be tied up,” she said slowly looking out into the yard where firefly’s danced. “I like to be tortured. I have a pair of nipple clamps that I want to try. I’ve used them on myself but not with someone else controlling things. And that brings up something else. I don’t want to be in control. I want to be told what to do and when to do it. If I don’t do it I want you to spank me…hard.”

“Okay, so nipple clamps and spankings don’t seem to be that torturous. What aren’t you telling me?” I ask for I knew there was more and that she was holding back.

“You promise you won’t think badly of me?” and I shook my head in response. “I want forced orgasms.”

“Forced?” I asked because I’d not heard this term before.

“I want you to use…things on me. In me. I want to orgasm again and again and again until my body is shaking from it all. But I want to orgasm from objects. Objects that might not be strictly seen as sex toys. And when you don’t think I can take anymore I want you to enter me and use me.”

“Objects? Such as?” for I had some ideas already but wanted to make sure we were on the same page.

“Like…I don’t know…cucumbers…bottles…whatever you think of that you want to use on me but I want to be tied up while you do this. Tied so that I’m spread eagle on the bed and I can’t stop you.”

My mind was whirling. “Your safe word?” I asked and Carol hugged me then because she knew I was agreeing.

“Chevrolet,” she replied.

That night began a year-long romance. We talked more that night and the next day I went shopping for ropes and objects I could use with her. These “sessions” were not an every day occurrence and we’d often have sex outside of the “sessions” but when she was ready to play she’d call me at work and whisper into the phone, “prose”, an anagram of ropes but an innocuous word that would mean nothing if overheard.

Our romance ended not because of her interests or our sex life but because she finished school and was moving up to Indiana for a job. We thought about trying things long distance but we realized that moving on was probably the best thing for us both. We had one final session the night before she left and after we hugged and said our goodbyes and never saw each other again.

Tilly Greene: Ups and Downs of Trying Something New

This entry is part 37 of 39 in the series Kinky Girl Take Over

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Ups and Downs of Trying Something New by Tilly Greene

The research was done, the thinking and dwelling over done, it was time to write a scene with a new to me device and I was nervous! How does an author write an erotic romance sex scene with a sensory deprivation mask and still bring the reader into the mix? I found out firsthand there is no easy answer to this conundrum. The only thing I could do was to jump with both feet and see what comes of it. Somewhere in the back of my mind was that I could always erase the lot and find something else but I really didn’t want to. The characters were calling out for the mask and so that’s what I gave them.

The first thing I did was allow myself to have fun with the scene. If I couldn’t find the romance and joy then how could the reader? Off I went into unknown territory in the BDSM world.

 

Sexy dominatrix hands on ass in handcuffsThe couple was lovers and a longstanding bondage duet. He topped her in a variety of ways and she was always pleased. Some were public scenes and others were not. They lived on a ranch and bred horses so I made the mask a horse’s head of black leather – fun. There were snaps and zippers, flaps to secure with ties and pouches to firmly close. He shows her the hood where it would never be used, in the kitchen, and they discuss using it in a scene. Everything is ironed out and they retire to the bedroom only the hood isn’t immediately used. He plays, teases and goes over the escape route again. The hero brings more toys into action and asks her to tell him again the way she can put it all to a stop. This is important for him as she will essentially be locked away with no way to inform him to stop except dropping a ball.

Finally, everything had been discussed, shared, and she decided it’s time to start in earnest. Slowly he closes her senses off and, when it’s all done, there’s unimaginable pleasure for them both. She is thrilled to be locked away and taken and he’s excited to enjoy all the access without needing to communicate – and that’s when the story takes a turn. They both, individually, enjoy the sensation of being pleased and pleasuring, are lost without the other sharing verbally or with a touch or look in their eyes what the experience is doing for them. Both the hero and heroine feel as if their alone in the one of the most erotic moments they’ve had together.

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000035_00025]As a writer, I have never written a sex scene when the participants aren’t enjoying themselves. There was pleasure being offered and enjoyed but there was no sense of joy in the interlude because they weren’t exchanging their feelings. She would come, her pussy would quake and clench, only there was no other means of sharing it with the hero so ended up a blah release. He could tell he was exciting her body, pushing her to the edge of climaxing, except he wanted to hear her groan, see her eyes widen with a certain touch, enjoy how her lips parted seconds before she climaxed. The hood was interesting to them but they decided to make changes so it worked for them. They’d stepped in too deeply, too quickly, and will tinker with it before they used the sensory deprivation mask again.

After all I learned and what I ended up writing, the question is would I bring a mask into another scene? Yes, absolutely! The device is full of possibilities and pleasure.

This scene with the mask takes place in A Wild Ride and can only be found in the Branded book. Branded also has Konnichiwa Cowboy, Giddy Up and Jon Black’s Woman. The series is all bdsm with piercings, toys, ménage a trois and much more, it’s mostly multicultural and set on ranches and farms outside Bozeman in Montana. The first book in the series is Ride ‘em with Ellora’s Cave and can be order at $0.99.

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Jennah Scott: Exploring BDSM

This entry is part 33 of 39 in the series Kinky Girl Take Over

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Dreams and NightmareHello, everyone! I’m Jennah Scott and so excited to be here. Thank you, Sidney for inviting me. There are so many great authors, I hope everyone has found some great books to add to their to be read lists.

I’m a newbie when it comes to writing BDSM. I write contemporary romance with a variety of characters. Recently I’ve started to explore light BDSM as I found my some of my characters were a little more dominant than others. In particular, Griffyn Sandibar. He’s one of the heroes in Plaisir—my short story in the Dreams and Nightmares Anthology.

As dominant as he is, he prefers sensual play. Griffyn likes to tease your senses. He’ll use rough ropes to bind you and a rabbit fur glove to explore every inch of your body. He likes to deprive one sense to strengthen the others.

One of the best things about researching and writing Plaisir was getting to see all the different implements that could be used. Heat vs cold. Soft vs hard. Sweet vs savory. The limits are endless and can be torturous! Not to mention the possibilities you can come up with if you let your imagination take over.

Blurb: Griffyn Sandibar brought his best friend, Tate Walker, to Vegas to show him he wants more than just a friendship. Griffyn doesn’t only want Tate in his bed, though. Vegas is home to Club Plaisir, and Griffyn happens to hold a very hard to come by membership to the exclusive club. Griffyn’s not only ready to tell Tate about his deepening feelings, but he’s ready to see what happens when the walls are down and they add a third to the mix.

Kelsey Jackson’s high dollar membership to Club Plaisir is her only escape. A career in the spotlight is one thing, but her looks have her portraying a much younger, perfect ‘tween on TV. Kelsey is only able to walk into the Vegas hotel once or twice a year. The secret club at the top is exactly what she’s needed for months; however the very last thing she expected was to meet the men of her dreams—literally.

Will one night be enough to fulfill their fantasies? Enter the exclusive BDSM Club Plaisir and find out.

I’m offering an ebook of The Dreams and Nightmares Anthology, where you’ll find Plaisir, to one lucky commenter.

Tell us what type of sensual play you’d be most interested in. Hot vs cold…sweet vs savory…soft vs hard? Or anything else you can come up with!

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Making Over Maris—A Funny, Scorching FemDom from Sabrina York

This entry is part 1 of 39 in the series Kinky Girl Take Over

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Welcome another of my favorite people to the blog today–Sabrina York! I’d love to pack her in my pocket and take her with me everywhere. Today she’s talking about a story that I love…

If your Kindle melted while you were reading the scorching first books in this series—Adam’s Obsession and Tristan’s Temptation—you’re going to want to read Making Over Maris, the third book in the award winning Wired Series by Sabrina York from Ellora’s Cave.

Featuring über-nerd Jack Maris and his co-worker (and secret crush) Sara Grant, this steamy novel continues the erotic story lines of the Trillo-Maris Gang…and steps it up a notch. Jack asks, cajoles, bribes Sara to help him become attractive to women. What she doesn’t realize is that Jack doesn’t want to be attractive to woman—he wants to be attractive to her. Sara also has no clue that Jack has secrets and is battling a dark past. But when she learns he craves a taste of FemDom, she is delighted to play along.

Their exploration takes them on a journey of lust and love and redemption—and a happy ending they both never dreamed could be theirs. Making over Maris is a Nerd-to-Hot-Hunk sizzling erotic romance. You will never look the same way at a geek in glasses again.

The excerpt below is from one of their very first explorations of FemDom. Be warned. It contains adult language and situations…and (because this is Sidney) an easily offended cat.

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Sabrina York

Wired, Book Three

When über-nerd Jack asks Sara to make him more attractive to women, she can’t say no—even though it’s an impossible task. He’s shaggy and doughy and hopelessly inappropriate. He has no style or emotional intelligence but he’s a good person. And a great friend. What Sara never expects? Beneath all that fur and geekiness is a steamy hunk just waiting to emerge.

Jack takes Sara’s regimen very seriously, working out and losing weight until he feels like a new man. He even complies with her command to shave his beard—because Jack didn’t ask Sara to make him over so he would be attractive to other women. He only wants to be attractive to her. They go on a series of fake dates, each hotter and more sinful than the last. It’s not long before Sara discovers Jack’s secret desire to be dominated and what began as an arrangement becomes something amazing—something that could be real.

Inside Scoop: Our hero appreciates Femdom—with the right woman. Our hero doesn’t appreciate perfect strangers grabbing his junk. Ask nicely first, ladies!

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An Excerpt From: MAKING OVER MARIS

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She paused at the bottom of the stairs, surveying the room. It was a large, comfortable den the length of the house, outfitted with a media center on one side and his workout equipment on the other. “Over here, I think.” She headed to the right and dropped her bag on the bench.

He followed, uncertain. What would she—

“Strip.”

Oh God. His belly lurched.

He should have tanned.

All of a sudden he wished he’d had a glass of wine with dinner. Maybe six.

“Come on, Jack. Don’t hesitate. It will only annoy me.”

He turned to the sofa where Ding was spread out, watching them with inscrutable eyes. It was…unnerving. “Um. Sara?”

“What?”

Jack flushed. “Can we put the cat out?”

Sara glanced over at Ding. Who blinked. She burbled a laugh. “Yeah. That might be best.”

Jack handed her the book and picked up the cat. He opened the slider and dropped Ding onto the patio. Naturally, the tabby glared at him before flouncing off to hunt in the foliage on the hill.

Still, Jack closed the curtains. Because seriously. This was nerve-racking enough without an easily offended witness.

He turned and faced Sara. “W-where were we?”

She crossed her arms over those slinky latex-covered breasts and tapped her toe. “I think I ordered you to strip. And you hesitated.”

Her expression made him eep. He quickly ripped off his sweater. And the linen shirt beneath.

Her eyes fixed on his bare chest. “Continue.”

“My pants?”

“Of course your pants.”

Holy hell.

He divested himself of his slacks and his briefs and stood there, trying not to cover his junk. She wouldn’t like it if he did that. He was fairly certain.

She walked around him, checking him out. That it was Sara, dressed in a latex catsuit and six-inch heels, nearly unmanned him. He trembled before her.

“You’re hard.” She stroked his cock. He groaned. The warmth of her hand, the tight grip, felt so fucking good. “Did you play with yourself last night as you looked at that book?” She stood close to him; the scent of her perfume, mixed with her arousal, made him lightheaded. Her hand moved up and down, measuring his erection.

“Y-yes.”

“Hmm. Did I say you could do that?” Her grip tightened. He clenched his teeth as exquisite pleasure assailed every nerve.

“N-no.”

She smacked his behind, only a small slap but he flinched as heat and exhilaration flared. He’d ached for this. Ached for it. And now it was happening. With Sara, for Christ’s sake.

She smacked him again. “Well don’t do it again.”

“Don’t—what?” Hell, he jacked off two or three times a day.

“Sorry, sweetie. No more playing with yourself. Not without express permission.” He groaned and she smacked him again. “And don’t get pissy.”

“I’m not getting—”

Another smack. It sent a sharp thrill through him. “And don’t interrupt. Now kneel. It’s time for our quiz.”

She went to the bench to riffle through her bag. Jack tried not to watch. But even as his excitement rose, so did his trepidation.

He had always fantasized about something like this but also worried that it was only a fantasy. What manly man really wanted to be bossed around by a—oh God.

She came toward him with a blindfold in her hand.

“What-what’s that for?”

She set it over his eyes. He was encased in darkness. “I don’t want you to cheat.”

“Cheat?”

“I’m going to ask you questions about the book and I don’t want you to peek.”

He lifted the corner of the blindfold. “I don’t cheat.”

She glared at him but he saw the light of humor glinting there as well. “Do I need to tie your hands?”

Oh dear God. Yes. Please. “No.”

“Hold them behind your back.” She readjusted the blindfold. “And no peeking.”

“I’m not peeking.”

“Are you ready for your first question? And remember, you don’t want to get one wrong.” This, she said in an ominous treble that made him drool.

“Yes.”

“I think you need to call me Mistress. Don’t you, Jack? You are kneeling before me naked, after all.”

Heat scored him. His cock lurched. He nearly lost consciousness as the blood rushed into his groin. “Yes…Mistress.”

God. He’d never said those words out loud. Had no idea how it would affect him. But it did. Drove home that this was actually happening. A phenomenal warmth, a peace, a freedom cloaked him.

Also, it made his cock weepy. An impatient drop oozed from the tip.

He heard her going through the bag again. The clinking set him on edge. She found what she was hunting for and came back to his side. Something cold touched his nipple. He winced.

“Do you know what this is, Jack?”

“No.”

The smack—not her hand this time—surprised him, although it shouldn’t have. He’d forgotten to show respect. “No Mistress.”

“It’s a paddle.” She rubbed it over his ass. “It has these metal studs.” She gave him another spank but only to test his resiliency. “I’m going to swat your behind every time you get a question wrong. Are you ready to begin?”

“Yes Mistress.” Yes. Oh, hell yes…

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Jodie Griffin: The Lighter Side of Kink

This entry is part 32 of 39 in the series Kinky Girl Take Over

Giveaway Alert!  Elle Wylder is giving away a copy of her book, Saving GraceLiv Honeywell is giving away a copy of Coming, Ready or Notyou can still win a prize from Tina Donahueyou can still win a book from Cari QuinnPortia Da Costa still has her boxed set giveaway AND Jennifer Kacey is giving away the first book in her Members Only series. Don’t miss these!

Today’s guest is another of those people I’d never have met without the internet. Jodie Griffin is a fantastic writer–and person–who I just wanna squeeze and squeeze and squeeze. See you at RWA, Jodie!! Thanks for being here today!

JodieGriffinMy first published book, Forbidden Fantasies, is a story of one woman’s personal revelation about her sexual desires, which she discovered while reading books about erotic romance.  It was billed as a BDSM erotic romance by the publisher, but a few of the reviews slammed it because it was only mildly kinky, and therefore it didn’t “qualify” as BDSM.

Hmmm, really?

I’m one of those people who take issue with the idea that BDSM is all whips and chains and blood play.  Like people themselves, BDSM comes in a wide variety of colors and flavors and sizes and textures. Some people may strictly be into sensation play, with no domination or submission desires. Others may like mild submission – only during the scene—and not be into pain at all.  On the other side, you may have a masochist who loves the pain, needs it to escape, and is a bottom for a top who thrives on giving that pain, but there’s no sexual component to it for them.

It’s all kinky, and it’s all good.  There’s a saying, your kink is not my kink, but your kink is okay. I love that, because it’s all about acceptance instead of judgment.   In my books, there are no absolutes about kink, except for consent.  That one is inviolate:  no consent, no play.

I write mostly in the D/s part of the BDSM spectrum, and I try to show real people with real desires and needs. Jessica Meyers is kink-curious. She’s turned on by it in books, and she thinks maybe she will be in real life, too. Because she’s just starting out and working up the nerve to ask her husband to explore this new desire with her, this story has mild kink – light bondage, spanking.   Forbidden Desires includes a man who craves the idea of submission—sometimes. And sometimes, he likes to be on top.  In a sadly funny note, someone told me this book didn’t make any sense because no one is really a switch — you’re either dominant or submissive, not both. Again I say “oh, really?” My switch friends would beg to differ.  Anyway, the kink in Forbidden Desires is still fairly mild, but for this couple, it’s a bit more involved. Same with Forbidden Fires, and it ratchets up again Forbidden Obsessions.

The point I’m trying to make here is that kink is different for everyone. What is edge play for someone may be horrifying for someone else to contemplate, because it’s not something that resonates with them. Whether you like being tied up with scarves or prefer being shackled with metal manacles is between you and your partner(s).  Don’t let anyone tell you you’re not “really” kinky because what you enjoy is mild kink. Remember, your kink is not my kink, but your kink is okay.

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Jodie Griffin didn’t always want to be a writer. She spent hours reading, but school papers were written one painful word at a time. Then a story idea came, demanding to be put on paper. After years of practice, she took the leap, submitted her first manuscript and hasn’t looked back.  Jodie’s own happily-ever-after includes one incredibly supportive husband and one future heroine.  Visit Jodie at www.jodiegriffin.com.

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Jennifer Kacey: A rope girl learning whips.

This entry is part 31 of 39 in the series Kinky Girl Take Over

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When Sidney put the word out she was looking for lifer posts for her blog I was ecstatic! She was looking for people in the lifestyle to tell a little bit about some kind of kink they’re into. An experience or a scene and she said they could be anonymous.

*snicker*

Sid: Hey, not everyone is “out” ya know? :P

buriedpermissionHi!!! *waves* I’m, Jennifer Kacey! I write BDSM for @EllorasCave and I’m also a kinkster. Publicly. I get to try a lot of what I write about. Makes it amazingly awesome when I re-read one of my books and know where it came from.

I’ve gone back and forth about what I wanted to write about & I finally committed to whips. This is a tiny bit shocking to me because I’m a rope girl, but I’ll add some of that yummy jute stuff in here too.

Okay…so at my last kink con which happened to heavily favor rope, a friend of mine, a sexy friend, drove in to present at the con.

He happens to have a penchant for rope…and whips.

We tied together the first night’s play party. Suspension, double ankle with a TK and a taste of whips. DAMN!

Let me stop here and tell you I have a pretty healthy fear of whips. Healthy. If wielded incorrectly in any way, or by someone inexperienced, they can be extremely dangerous and cause permanent damage.

So, the sexy person, he knows whips, as in REALLY  knows whips, so during a class the morning of the second day I told him I’d like to try them…if he had a time…and I didn’t chicken out. Yes, I did actually keep the last part to myself.

At the play party that night I stood talking with some of my girls and someone tapped me on the shoulder. I knew it was him, even before I turned around. The look on his face? Think kid at Christmas meets the sadist I knew him to be.

He asked if I wanted whips. Only two words were appropriate here.

Yes and Sir.

There was a free cross and he had whips and rope.

Why would he need rope you ask? He tied me to the cross. Wrists and ankles bound so I couldn’t turn, couldn’t run, couldn’t hide.

O…M…WOW

JenniferKacey_TICIt was intense and emotional and cathartic and so much more than I expected.

Am I going to tell you what happened? No. Am I writing it into a book? YES I AM!! The entire scene is actually written with a few changes just because. 9500 words of the most intense scene I’ve ever experienced.

The moral of this story? Things in kink, in BDSM, and pain, and rope and whips…real life it’s VERY different than what you have in your mind. It’s not porn, or fake nor perfect in that lights and cameras kind of way.

For me?

It’s so much better!

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She knows it’s wrong. Cyn shouldn’t have feelings for fraternal twins Jared and Chris, her best friends. She shouldn’t want them to tie her up or strap her down, to take her one at a time—or together. The only way to control her taboo desires is to write them down and lock them away in her diary. Guys like Jared and Chris could never be interested in someone like her, or in the kind of sex she craves.

But Jared and Chris have read her diary, and sweet little Cyn is in for the shock of her life. The brothers not only own a members-only BDSM club, they want her. Need her. And now, with their unlimited funds and an entire establishment devoted to fulfilling her darkest pleasures, they’re going to claim Cyn for their own.

Inside Scoop: If you have a kink, this book probably has it too. If you like your ménage romances extra hot with a side of male-male romance, spanking, voyeurism and girl-on-girl action, come and get it.

A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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Decadently Yours, Jenn Kacey

Jennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

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Sadie Haller: Kink is music to my ears.

This entry is part 34 of 39 in the series Kinky Girl Take Over

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SH-1GH-bk1-DC-300x450Thank you so much for having me, Sidney.

Today, I’d like to talk about kinky musicians.

Quick, what did you just picture in your mind?

I’d be willing to bet most of you visualised guitar players and drummers, not flute players and bassoonists.

There is no shortage of kinky rock band stories, so it’s no surprise, that’s where our minds wandered.

I think we have this notion of classical musicians being stuffy, snooty, and boring, but I have to say, even after dating both a drummer and a guitarist (yes, in the same band; no, not at the same time), the kinkiest shit I ever heard from a musician came from the mouth of an oboe player.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love good smutty stories about rock musicians, especially drummers (someone PLEASE write a story about a kilt wearing drummer), but as a classically trained musician with a fairly wide kinky streak, I got to feeling a little under-represented.

With not much more than the notion of a chamber group made up entirely of Doms, and an oboe playing rape survivor with severe performance anxiety, I started writing. In fact, if I recall correctly, up until the book was almost finished, my female lead was the only character with a name.

Even though I wrote the first draft in ten days, not everything went smoothly. Sometimes, characters will surprise you with the unexpected. In this case, it was Sully, who blind-side me with a foot fetish. That’s a rather significant character trait to spring on an unsuspecting author. Fortunately, his injury keeps me from having to delve too deeply into this part of his character yet, but in working on book two, he hit me with another kink in his personality.

SH-1GH-bk2-DC-300x450This is an excerpt from One Gold Knot – Dominant Cord, Book 2 (Available July 12, 2014).

Shortly after meeting piano teacher, Hildy Klein, at a wake, Wilson, clarinetist for Dominant Cord, makes a serious error in judgement. He turns to their mutual friend, Sully, for advice. The following conversation takes place after Hildy accuses Sully of tutoring Wilson on how best to win her over.

Sully chuckled. “Of course I did, and I’m not sorry. I gave Finn help when it came to Mac, so it was only fair I gave Wil a little guidance on navigating the maze that is Hildy Klein.”

“You are nothing but a hopeless romantic. How about you stop trying to make matches for your friends and work a little harder on one for yourself. It’s time you stop being a man-slut and settle down with a nice little switch.”

“You didn’t say anything to Wilson about my occasional side-trips to the ouchy end of the hitty-stick, did you?”

“Of course not. Nobody’s business but yours. I’m sorry I let that bit about the ball-gag slip out last night.”

“Ah, the truth comes out. You’re drowning in guilt for almost outing me. I thought your forgiveness was a little too easily won. A word of warning, sweetie, you’ll need to be on your guard with Wil over your little slip. He brought it up with me today, so he’s not going to let it go.”

“You know, Sully, if you’d just come clean with the group, neither of us would have to watch our mouths. What’s the big deal?”

“Dominant Cord. That doesn’t exactly scream four Doms and a switch, does it?”

Hildy let out a long, exasperated breath. “You are such an idiot. You said it yourself, occasional trips. That doesn’t make you less of a Dom. What’s with the identity crisis?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I haven’t played in weeks, and these broken ribs make me feel less-than.”

“Whiner. Hurry up and get healed so you can pick up a hitty-stick and strike terror in the backsides of subbies everywhere.”

“Are you sure you’re not kinky?”

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