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Falling for His Best Friend is out in the wild!

Falling for His Best Friend Cover vFinal 72dpiDear Readers,

I hope this re-release finds you staying warm! I fled Texas for Florida this week.

Falling for His Best Friend, previously published by Ellora’s Cave under the title Personal Adventures, is out in the wild! You can buy this funny, heartwarming story about two friends getting a chance at love–and then a second chance! I’ve always loved this story. I’m glad to see it getting a make-over and its own second chance.

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Carey’s had the hots for his best friend and outdoor adventures coworker Elise for two years, but the timing has never been right. Now they’re both single, and Carey wants to entice her into an adventure for just the two of them. In the bedroom, in the hot tub, under the beautiful Colorado sky…

Elise doesn’t buy into the idea of love, but lust she understands. Carey’s friendship is important, but a relationship doesn’t fit into Elise’s five-year plan. She isn’t looking to repeat her parents’ mistakes.

With secrets coming out from under every rock and desire unchecked, this adventure might make more than the water on their rafting trips rush.

**Formerly titled Personal Adventures and sold by Ellora’s Cave**

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Coming Soon: Falling for His Best Friend

Falling for His Best Friend Cover vFinal 72dpiDear Readers,

Remember when I said there were three former Ellora’s Cave titles I would be re-releasing?

The title once called Personal Adventures has had a new name and a new look. Falling for His Best Friend will go live shortly. I chose to keep this one almost entirely true to the origional published manuscript for a couple of reasons. Mostly, there was a lot of work that went into this book by my awesome editor, Jillian. I wanted to keep what we made together and preserve it. I hope you are as enchanted with Elise and Carey as I am.

Carey’s had the hots for his best friend and outdoor adventures coworker Elise for two years, but the timing has never been right. Now they’re both single, and Carey wants to entice her into an adventure for just the two of them. In the bedroom, in the hot tub, under the beautiful Colorado sky…

Elise doesn’t buy into the idea of love, but lust she understands. Carey’s friendship is important, but a relationship doesn’t fit into Elise’s five-year plan. She isn’t looking to repeat her parents’ mistakes.

With secrets coming out from under every rock and desire unchecked, this adventure might make more than the water on their rafting trips rush.

**Formerly titled Personal Adventures and sold by Ellora’s Cave**

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Thank you to all the readers!


You might remember earlier this year when there was a reader survey going around to vote on the Golden Ankh, reader’s choice awards for Ellora’s Cave books. I was lucky enough to have a book on the ballot, The Harder He Falls, So Inked #2. I was up against some very talented ladies, so I mostly forgot about the whole thing until a couple of people texted and messaged me from the Ellora’s Cave RomantiCon event up in Ohio. I’d won the Golden Ankh for Contemporary! All because of you guys.

B The Harder He FallsThank you so much for voting for me. This was such a special book to win the award with, too. I’m humbled and honored to be awarded the trophy. It got here a few days ago and I’ve just stared at it, not really believing I won it–because of you guys. This year has really blown me away by the incredible support you guys have shown me. Here’s to another awesome year!

A woman who doesn’t have time for love…

A hot night full of hotel-destroying sex was all Kellie wanted from her client-turned-sex god. Between family and work, there isn’t room for love, just hot, sweaty lust. An arrangement for mutual gratification is exactly what Kellie wants, but every kiss, each mind-blowing orgasm twines her heart around a man she cannot have.

A man building a new life…

Quinton’s assumptions about the So Inked shop owner are turned on their head after one session under her tattoo machine. Kellie’s not the vandal he’s looking for, but she’s the woman he wants. In his bed, on the desk or under the stars, he’ll take her any way he can get her. But Quin has secrets and someone is out to destroy him. Someone who has their sights set on Kellie now.

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An author’s take on current events.

Sidney Blog Image 123SI 15Dear Readers,

I’ve written, deleted and rewritten blogs covering all sorts of topics lately. I think we can all say that there’s been some real crazy unleashed this summer. I’m looking forward to the fall, the holidays and a new year.

So far, except for a brief update in my quarterly report on when to expect the next book and a Facebook status on my page, I’ve refrained from talking about current events. Reasoning is pretty simple–I don’t know the whole picture. I still don’t. So please understand, everything I’m about to say are my thoughts and feelings based on what I do know.

By now, pretty much everyone is aware of some aspect of what is going on with Ellora’s Cave. As an author I don’t know much more than the average person who is on twitter or reads blogs. Really. There’s nothing that’s been shared with us that isn’t also already out there. It’s a bit scary to not know what’s going on. My career started with Ellora’s Cave. I’ve learned a lot from my experiences there. The last thing I want to see is the company go under. That does not mean I agree with the subsequent events.

From my stand point, it’s a very sad time. I’ve lost the editor I’ve worked with for the last three years. This is the editor who took my hand and showed me what I was doing wrong, pointed me toward resources and pushed me to tell better stories. I wouldn’t be where I am without her. The books I’ve written for Ellora’s Cave wouldn’t be anywhere near as good as they were without her input. As far as the future of my series with Ellora’s Cave–I don’t know. As it stands, there are still three more books to go in the two on-going series. I have no idea if I’ll be able to write those books for many nuts-and-bolts reasons.

The lawsuit going on with Dear Author is, well, it’s not good from where I’m sitting. For up to date information, there are many industry blogs, sites and law professionals giving commentary on the on-going situation. Again, to me this is a sad occurrence, no matter what your opinion of Dear Author is. It has opened a door I wish we’d never discovered.

The most recent craziness is the stalking of a reviewer by an author. To me, this is unacceptable. Stalking, in any fashion, is wrong. End of story.

It is my hope that in the coming months things will be sorted out, readers, bloggers and authors can reconnect in a positive light and we can put this ugliness behind us. That’s my hope. It’s what I’d like to see. Will it? I don’t know. Damage has been done and that breaks my heart. I love my readers. I’ve developed some deep friendships in the blogger community. It’s my sincerest hope that 2015 will see a kinder, friendlier community. It starts with one person. I hope we can be those people. :)

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Line of Duty is out in the wild!

LineOfDuty2 (1)Dear Readers,

Today the second installment in the Good Guys Wear Black series is available for purchase on the Ellora’s Cave website. It will go up onto other vendors in time.

SWAT officer Jake Vant is suiting up with a new arsenal, one that equips him to wage a sensual war on his estranged wife. Toys that vibrate, erotic lingerie—they’re all in his bag of pleasure. She might be ready to call it quits, but he’s not taking no for an answer, unless she’s moaning it.

Nicole Vant wants to put heartbreak and loss behind her, and that means giving up on her empty marriage. Except Jake meets her at every turn, seducing her the same way he once made her fall in love with him. On the kitchen counter, in their bed and even a parking lot, he reawakens her heart and her body.

But it’s not Jake leaving all the presents for her. He has enemies, and they’ve come calling.

Inside Scoop: Contains an alpha hero who doesn’t let closed doors bar his way and a woman who knows how to handle her man. Also depicts criminal activity, a couple overcoming loss and the strong arm of the law.

Author’s Note: This was a difficult book to write, and at times, I wanted to stop. It should be known that the couple are dealing with living in the wake of a miscarriage. It is not a book for everyone. Please, read with care.

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Dear Readers,

You ready for this one?

Line of Duty has a cover! This is the second book in my Good Guys Wear Black series, and it features the fractured couple from book one, Jake and Nicole.

I’m beyond excited about this book and the things I’m being allowed to do with it. It’s a pushing boundaries story, and while it might not be for everyone, it’s a story I’ve wanted to tell for a while. There’s no release date–yet–but hang in there. I’m sure the EC team will roll that out soon.

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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?”


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.


“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.


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.


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.”


“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.


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

2013 Passionate Plume Finalist

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.

Sabrina_head_logoAbout Sabrina York

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!


hismarriagebargain_msr(1)Dear Readers,

The wait is over!

His Marriage Bargain, So Inked #3 is finally up at all the major etailers. That means, Amazon and Barnes and Noble. In addition, you can purchase the ebook directly from my publisher, Ellora’s Cave, or All Romance eBooks. The book will also go up at a handful of smaller ebook sites, so if there’s one you prefer and it’s not there–let me know. I can tell you if it’s on Ellora’s Cave’s vendor sites.

Amazon – http://goo.gl/lDgQhZ

Barnes &Noble  – http://goo.gl/ydEJoj 

Ellora’s Cave – http://goo.gl/JygizI

All Romance eBooks – http://goo.gl/JTLhBA

Happy 4th of July everyone! Go read something sexy!

Sorry about there not being a Fast Drafting Author volg yesterday. Holidays really messed up my schedule and there was no writing done. That’s what happens sometimes.

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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

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!

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.


Comment for a chance to win your own copy of this steamy romance. Here is one potential topic: Be honest. Have you ever been tempted to take a man over your knee? And what spurred your annoyance? For me, it might be socks on the floor. Or football season.

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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!

A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


Ellora’s Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/making-over-maris.html

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Copyright © SABRINA YORK, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

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—


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?”


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.


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


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.”


“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.


“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?”


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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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.


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

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.


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.

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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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