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.
Thank 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 romancefrom Ellora’s Cave
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—
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.”
“Then you go inside.”
“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 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.
“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’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.
“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.”
“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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Making Over Maris
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
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.”
“Of course your pants.”
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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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?
Hi!!! *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.
It 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.
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.
I feel like today’s guest doesn’t even need an introduction, because we all know her! Tina Donahue, possibly one of the best connected women in romance.
A willing slave to possession, punishment, pleasure…
I have to confess, it took me quite a while before I could bring myself to write a BDSM romance. Admittedly, I read The Story of O when I was in college. The shock value alone had me riveted to the page, and yes, turned on at times.
However, O wasn’t a romance. More a tragedy, I’d say, and that’s not what I’m looking for in a story. I like my heroines to be in charge of their destinies, even if what they choose is to be a sexual slave. To engage in acts of bondage and discipline because it heightens their satisfaction when it comes to sex and makes me all hot and horny. J
However, creating a delicate balance between pain and pleasure is tricky. As a writer, I want to arouse not horrify (had enough of that in O). The “Yes, Master” or “Yes, Mistress” language also has to be handled well or it comes off as kind of goofy. Especially in this age of women smacking bossy men upside the head and saying ‘lighten up!’
For me, the best way to get the effect I wanted was to have the BDSM in the past when gender roles were more stratified, the ‘men were men, and women were glad of it’ era.
Which brings me to Taking Eve, my first BDSM romance which is coming June 25 from Ellora’s Cave (http://www.ellorascave.com/taking-eve.html). The story begins with Faith and Colin who were once Eve and Anthony in a former life. Their paths intersect at a manor dedicated to all sexual pleasures—dominance, submission, bondage, punishment—where Eve willingly agrees to be a sexual slave. She’s curious about these decadent, wicked acts, and she’s attracted to Anthony, a handsome noble who collects her for the other men who will also be her Masters.
In the manor, nothing is forbidden or held back. Her sexual exploration is hot. Pleasure is assured.
Here’s a blurb and a brief excerpt.
A willing slave to possession, punishment, pleasure…
Dreams of a manor where submission and dominance once ruled draws Faith to hypnotherapist Colin Danes. Potently virile, he looks remarkably like her most cherished master from a past life. Desire smolders in his eyes, proving he’s never forgotten her.
Their carnal dance continues in the present and leads to their past when she was known as Eve. Through hypnotherapy, Colin brings her back to the Victorian era, a hidden estate where she eagerly submits to whatever he and her other noble masters crave. The exquisite discipline of the strap. Being bid on and mounted each night. Displayed and used for the enjoyment of all.
Most will take her. One will try to imprison her. Only he will be her true master in that life and this.
(In this scene, Colin has hypnotized Faith, bringing her back to the beginning of their relationship in the early 1800s.)
Eve was still bathing when he came for her. A man whose presence she’d frequently felt. A stranger she’d often seen riding past this cottage, his steed magnificent, a sorrel with a startling white mane and tail.
At those times, she’d noted the man’s well-defined features, noble bearing, the way his attention had focused on her alone. How his gaze had lingered and possessed, warming her skin, calling to everything female within her, demanding her submission. She’d given it, not moving, scarcely drawing a breath, her work forgotten.
Nothing except him had mattered.
Not once had he spoken or made a demand. During his increasingly prolonged observations of her, he’d been content—or obliged—to do no more than look.
Now, she saw the rope he held in one gloved hand.
Eve’s belly fluttered.
The ends of the rope jumped as he moved past the doorway, his height requiring him to stoop to avoid striking his head. He wore no top hat. Snow dusted his dark hair and shoulders. His ankle-length cloak was of fine black wool, lined with fur, his eveningwear consisting of a dark coat cinched at the waist and trousers of the same color. Fresh milk couldn’t compete with the flawless white of his vest and cravat, tied perfectly about his throat.
He closed the door, bolting it against interruption of what he was about to do.
The thought of it—and the metal’s sharp clack—caused Eve to start. Her pulse pounded fiercely. The candles Mrs. Trumble had lit stopped flickering at the wind’s departure. A few stray snowflakes floated in the air.
Eve felt none of the chill that he’d brought inside, only intense heat, spreading from her chest to her belly and cunt, then to her neck. Her throat tightened, not allowing her to make any sound as he stopped just short of the tub. Close enough for her to see his lushly lashed eyes, of the purest blue, more glorious than any sky.
He regarded her naked breasts to the exclusion of every other part of her and spoke for the first time. “Pull back your arms and arch your back. Present yourself to me.”
His voice was quiet yet commanding, smooth yet rough with arousal.
Unsteady with desire, Eve did as he wanted. She had no other choice. She wanted none. With her back arched and her arms drawn back, she lifted her breasts in offering.
He studied the ripe globes and her tightened nipples at a leisurely pace, moving from one side of the tub to the other to get his fill.
Eve remained a silent, obedient witness to his brazen perusal. Craving and enjoying it, desire pulsing through her.
A small smile touched his lips as her breasts quivered with her quick breaths. At length, his attention moved lower, to the part of her the bath continued to hide. Its violet-scented water reflected the candles’ flames, which tinted it gold and orange. Warm colors that hardly matched the heat blazing within Eve.
“You know what to expect?” he asked.
“All of it?”
Eve thought not, so she shook her head.
He seemed pleased by that and began, “From this moment forward, you’re never to cover yourself in any of your Masters’ presence. Your breasts, nipples, mouth, cunt, ass and anus are ours to use as we please. Whatever we require of you, no matter how demanding or indecent, you’re to obey with the greatest haste. You belong to us now. We have your agreement. Did you make it willingly?”
Eve had. Just a few days ago, she’d signed the document. Years before, Mrs. Trumble had taught her to read and write, educating and training Eve for her future Masters.
She murmured, “Yes, my lord.”
Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly,Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.
Pervertables (everyday items that are perverted from their original purposes to new erotic uses), are a hot topic at the moment. If you search the internet, you’ll find lots of advice on how to stock up with bondage goodies at the local hardware shop—rope, cable ties and duct tape, dowel sticks for caning—the possibilities are endless. You’ll read how clothes pegs can be used as nipple clamps, and hair brushes and table tennis paddles for spanking. There are instructions on how to make your own spreader bars and floggers. But there’s not much written about my favorite type—insertable pervertables.
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The characters in my upcoming release, Massage With Happy Ending (available 30 July 2014), love toys—both purpose made and improvised ones, and are very creative about how they use them. The results? Panty-incinerating kinky sex scenes!
So what’s it all about anyway, this insertable pervertable thing?
It’s nothing new. Chances are you’ve already done it yourself! Before you handed in your v-card, did you ever penetrate yourself with lip-gloss tubes, mascara wands or applicator tampons when you masturbated? It felt so good to slide something hard inside and fantasize about doing it with a real guy one day.
Have you ever raided the fridge on a lonely Sunday night, hoping to find English cucumbers or big, knobby carrots, the colder the better?
And we’ve all let our lovers diddle us in the dining room with the handle of the soup ladle, cream us in the kitchen with the top of a wine bottle and play doctor in the den with the smooth plastic salad tongs. Mmmm…
Insertable pervertables can be the best fun you’ll ever have, but as with all good things, there are some safety considerations to keep in mind. Most of them are good old common sense, but let’s face it—we’re not at our rational and logical best when we’re crazy with lust and teetering on the brink of orgasm.
A bit of thought and forward planning can come in handy when things get hot, so here are some of my insertable pervertable guidelines to get you started:
Avoid sharp edges and rough surfaces:
Unless you’re specifically in to that type of thing (and thus know more about it than I do), you don’t want to end up hurt or bleeding…or with splinters! Even if an object appears smooth, double check by running your fingers over it. Or licking it. Or rubbing it between your boobs. Whatever turns you on is fine but make sure you check.
Clean, clean and clean again:
That’s right. Hot water. Anti-bacterial soap. Lots of rubbing and scrubbing before and after. Don’t be lazy about this, you don’t want to get an infection. You can use commercial toy cleaner on many items, if you have it. Make sure your pervertables are properly dry before you pack them away.
Condoms are king:
If you just can’t resist riding the rolling pin, banging the baseball bat or sliding down the walking stick with the knobby end, roll a condom on to it! Wood is porous and cannot be cleaned hygienically, so protect yourself. Beware of other permeable materials, and remember that varnished or painted wood is also not hygienic—and the paint contains harmful chemicals. If in doubt, condomize!
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Use some oral sense:
If you wouldn’t put it in your mouth, or at least be willing to lick or suck it, then you have no business putting it anywhere else.
Don’t use anything that can break:
I have a friend who let her fiancé fuck her with a champagne flute at a party. After she told me about it, I had nightmares for weeks. She was so lucky it didn’t break, but it could have led to a nasty trip to the emergency room.
You deserve quality:
Don’t use anything that is broken, or about to break. Cheap plastics and metals can degrade with repeated use and cleaning, and are also more likely to break under pressure. Wherever possible, choose cooking-grade plastics and silicones that can withstand high temperatures, and good quality metals like stainless steel and surgical steel. If you’re not sure, put a condom on it.
Know your allergies:
I have a digit-loving friend who swears that fingering is more fun when her partner slips on a pair of medical examination gloves before telling her to put her “feets in zee stirrups” in a bad-imitation accent. She learned the hard way that she’s allergic to latex. Fortunately, gloves, condoms, sex toys and many other things are available in latex-free options. Beware of using metal pervertables that might contain nickel. If you experience unusual discomfort after using certain insertables, consider that they might be causing an allergic reaction.
Gotta love disposables:
Disposable syringes (without the needles, please!!) are great for squirting lube exactly where you want it. Check your local pharmacy for other interesting disposable supplies—gloves, tongue depressors, speculums and much more.
What goes in must come out:
Yeah, and when it comes out, you’re often really sensitive from lots of playing and orgasms. Suddenly that candlestick with the fist-sized base seems less of an exciting challenge and more oh-hell-why-did-I-do-that? Learn to think ahead.
Make sure your partner knows the rules:
When he or she has you blindfolded and tied to the bed, you need to trust that your partner knows what’s safe, hygienic and acceptable to you, so you can relax and enjoy the amazing sensation of being penetrated by different objects without any concerns. Open and honest communication will ensure a memorable experience for both of you.
Your Ass is Special:
You have to be extra careful if you want to use insertable pervertables in your ass. All of the above rules apply, and some other special ones just for asses:
Do not insert objects without “bases” into your ass, or if you do, make sure you hang onto them all the time. Things can disappear up there. Most will come out again as nature follows its course, but some might require an embarrassing visit to the doctor. Either way, you’ll suffer untold stress!
Use loads of lubricant. This cannot be overemphasized. Even small objects can hurt if you don’t take the time to lube up.
Start small and go slow, especially if you’re a beginner. The vagina is stretchy, the ass is not. You know the drill.
With a bit of thought and care, insertable pervertables can provide you with hours of good, dirty fun. To show you how easy it is, I had a pervertable dash just before finishing this blog post, to see how many pervertables I could gather in under three minutes. Here’s a photo of the results…and now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to play!
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Massage With Happy Ending:
Lolly doesn’t regret her decision to impersonate a sex worker while researching a magazine article. But when she runs into her sexy “customer” again at an island resort, the situation gets too hot to handle.
Jared likes his sex kinky and his women curvy. Left wanting more after his encounter with the Rubenesque Lolly, he makes her a scorching offer when he sees her again unexpectedly—four nights of BDSM sex and surprises for four thousand dollars. Lolly wants to tell him the truth but fears he’ll rescind his offer if he finds out she’s not a professional. But when business turns to more than pleasure, both end up with more than they bargained for.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
“I need to get us some things to play with. I won’t be long. You just enjoy the view for a few minutes.”
I ground my teeth as his footsteps retreated into the room. My juices were trickling down my thighs, cool in the night air, and my pussy was clenching and throbbing with anticipation. Damn him for being such a bloody tease.
True to his word he wasn’t gone for more than a few minutes. I twisted my head around to try to see what he’d brought but he put whatever it was on the table and blocked my line of view with his body.
“Don’t peep, Lolly. I want to surprise you. Keep looking out into the gardens.”
I sighed and faced forward again. To my surprise and consternation I heard him sit down at the table, which wasn’t within touching distance.
“What are you doing?” I tried to keep the edge of impatience out of my voice.
“Just admiring the view.” From his suggestive tone I knew he was referring to the view of my naked ass, and I bit my lip to prevent myself from begging him to touch me. The anticipation was becoming torturous.
Another couple strolled into view below me. I seized on the distraction recklessly and called a greeting to them, managing to lift my hand off the rail a little and wave. They hadn’t noticed me and they stopped and looked up in surprise.
“Hi,” called the man. “Beautiful evening, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, it’s great,” I answered, and as the words left my mouth something hard nudged at the lips of my pussy. I jumped, shock coursing through my body at the unexpected touch.
“Are you coming to the barbecue at the beachfront?” asked the young woman. “It’s going to be amazing tonight.”
My mouth gaped silently. The hard thing probed for, and found, the opening to my channel. Jared hadn’t moved from his chair, so what the bloody hell was it?
“Er… Umm… I’m not sure,” I stuttered, fighting the overwhelming urge to try to look behind me. The object pressed more firmly and began to penetrate me. I tried to close my legs and jerked against my bonds. Oh my god!
“There’s gonna be live music and dancing on the beach,” the woman continued.
“And a seafood buffet,” added the man. They looked at me expectantly and I stared back, my mind a complete blank, every scrap of my attention homed in on the rigid length that was twisting and worming its way deep into my cunt. The silence became awkward.
“Well, we’d best be on our way,” said the man uncomfortably. “It’s starting now. See ya.”
“See ya,” I echoed weakly with another halfhearted wave. They hurried away down the path.
After the death of his twin, Jared’s life falls apart and it seems nothing can reach him. Then he spies a mysterious woman pleasuring herself and obsession replaces depression. Surprisingly she seems to enjoy his voyeurism but makes no move to take things further. Prodded on by a raging lust for the unattainable beauty, Jared devises a strategy to make her his. If he succeeds he will never be the same again…because the first time changes everything.
Inside Scoop: This story takes place twelve years before the events of Massage With Happy Ending. While the books can be enjoyed separately, to get the full story, reading both is recommended.
An EC for Men® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
At the far end of the oval there was a gate in the fence. It had a chain and padlock holding it closed but the padlock was never snapped shut, so Jared unhooked it, passed through and put the chain back. Then he turned and followed the path.
He was in a green alley between the backs of two rows of houses that bordered the school grounds. The alley widened as he progressed along the path until it opened out into a rectangular park. A tiny stream ran along the middle of the rectangle and the whole area looked slightly unkempt. Jared loved it, with its droopy trees, shaggy grass and the rattling clumps of reeds along the stream. The houses that lined the park had doors in their back fences so that the residents could come out to walk their dogs or watch their children play. Only the people who lived there used it, so it was very private.
There was a bench under one of the trees. As always Jared was drawn to it and went to sit down even though he should have been hurrying home to beat the rain. At this hour of the evening, with the threatening storm darkening the air, the park was empty. He looked around and imagined for a few moments that he lived in one of the pleasant houses that bordered the little green haven. It was so peaceful.
He sighed and slipped his hand into his backpack, next to him on the seat. His fingers closed around his notebook and he pulled it out. He flipped to the page that got him in trouble earlier that morning.
Mr. Hadrian had caught him dreaming and doodling in his math lesson. He studied the doodle. It was large and intricate, done in black pen, and covered half a page. At first glance it looked like a random mess of swirls and scribbles but concealed in the chaos was a picture of a woman’s cunt.
He hadn’t intended to draw it—not at all. The doodle had started out as a couple of ovals and some curved, bracket-like lines around them, but then his imagination had been triggered. He enlarged and embellished, adding extra lines to represent the clit and the inner labia, scribbling in pubic hair and a little asterisk to represent the puckered anus below. He drew streams of ejaculate dripping from the cunt’s lips and then on a whimsy he sketched a rocket launcher and a rocket, complete with flaring jets, aiming at the vaginal opening. He filled in the surrounding spaces with random shapes and swirls.
Jared would have bet good money that nobody else in the world would be able to discern what the picture was—it was impossible to see it in the tumult of ink on the page. But when Mr. Hadrian stopped next to his desk and looked down, the perverted bastard knew what it was immediately. He marched Jared off to the principal’s office. Poor Dr. Herbert was unconvinced—all he could see was a conglomeration of shapes and squiggles—but Mr. Hadrian was insistent and Jared didn’t deny it, so detention was meted out.
A single drop of rain landed on his notebook with a heavy splash and the thunder rumbled but Jared remained sitting on the bench. He tipped his head back, hoping to feel cool raindrops on his face, but no more fell. The clouds weren’t ready to part with their bounty yet.
It grew darker as he sat under the tree, and lights blinked on in the surrounding houses.
When it was almost dark he got up reluctantly, slung his pack over his shoulders and walked slowly toward the far end of the park. The gradient sloped from right to left and on the low side he could see over the fences into the gardens and houses. Through the brightly lit windows he caught intriguing glimpses of rooms and people—mothers preparing meals, kids doing their homework or watching TV, a man sitting behind his computer at his desk—all getting on with their lives and oblivious to him as he passed slowly by in the shadows outside.
Then he saw something that stopped him in his tracks. He was peering through the branches of some trees into a bedroom, furnished in white and lit with golden down lights. A wide bed was positioned against the opposite wall so that the window framed it as if it were on stage. On the bed was a naked woman. Her hair was loose, flowing off the side of the bed in a dark-red wave, and her legs were spread wide.
Craving something different? JB writes gasping-hot erotic fiction for readers who hunger for extraordinary passion every day. Sometimes humorous, sometimes dark, her creations are passionate and earthy.
A survivor of the corporate world, JB spent twenty years in the IT industry, from which she finally escaped, allowing her to indulge her true passion…creating unusual erotic encounters for her imaginary friends!
JB is an ex-South African and lives with her extended family in Queensland, Australia’s sunshine state. She feels privileged to coexist, in relative peace and harmony, with her husband, daughter, parents, grandmother and two slightly crazy ex-racehorses. She loves to write – anytime, anywhere – and could not survive without the techno-gadgets which make this possible.
JB is a firm believer in lust at first sight, and love ever after.