Thursday, June 26, 2014

Taking Eve - A Willing Slave to Possession, Punishment, Pleasure


by Tina Donahue

By Tina Donahue
From Ellora's Cave
Release: 6/25/14
Exotika, BDSM and Paranormal elements

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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.

Excerpt #2:

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.
She nodded.
“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.

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.

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Please leave a comment. Tina will be choosing one winner randomly from the comments section. The winner gets her choice of one of Tina’s backlist ebooks – FIFTEEN IN ALL – contemporary, paranormal, suspense, ménage. From this list:

1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
7. Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR
10. Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book
11.  Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR
12. Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times
13. Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures
14. Losing Control - Four and a Half Stars - Sensual Reads
15. Shameless Desire - Four and Half Stars - The Jeep Diva

Friday, June 20, 2014

Taste of Bliss by Lynn LaFleur HOT Wolf Shifter

Taste of Bliss, my second wolf shapeshifter book, was so much fun to write. I always enjoy adding a touch of paranormal to my books, so anytime I get the chance to do that, I’ll take it.

Taste of Bliss picks up where “The Right Number” in the NightShift anthology left off. You’ll meet Mackenzie, Roni’s sister, and Ty, the man who steals Mac’s heart. There is also mention of Roni’s and Mac’s other four siblings. Yes, they will all have their own book, part of my Moon’s Magic series.
Taste of Bliss
Book 2 of the Moon's Magic Series
Published by: Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Release Date: June 13, 2014
ISBN: 978-1-41994-842-8
Genre: Contemporary Shapeshifter
Wolves are disappearing from Tyrus Chamberlain's pack. Not having any luck in finding the wolves on his own, he turns to a security company for help. Expecting a man named Mac to arrive, he's shocked to meet a woman named Mackenzie instead. He falls into instant lust with her, something that hasn't happened to him since his wife died.
Mackenzie lost her husband three years ago and has no interest in another relationship. Yet the call of the wolf inside her knows Ty is meant for her. She can resist him for only so long until her wolf has to be satisfied. Their passion is explosive, their lovemaking everything they both fantasized it could be.
But a kidnapper is still on the loose, threatening more wolves and Mackenzie. Ty will risk everything—even his own life—to protect the members of his pack and the woman he loves.

Here’s a little “taste” of Taste of Bliss. I hope you enjoy it!

* * *

A noise outside drew her attention away from her need and back to the world beyond her bedroom. Mac thought it sounded like the garage door opening and closing, but that couldn’t be possible. The digital clock read 9:43. Surely Ty wouldn’t be home so early from his date, not on the night of a full moon.

Another noise from inside the house made her act. She whimpered when she tugged on the dildo. Her channel clenched around it, as if it didn’t want to let go. She rose from the bed and slipped on the oversized T-shirt she’d placed on the nearby chair. After placing the dildo on the bathroom counter, she opened her door and peered into the living room. Ty stood in the middle of the room, his back to her, his head lowered. She watched his back rise and fall rapidly from his heavy breaths.

“Fuck,” he muttered softly.

Suddenly his head snapped up and jerked to the side, snaring her gaze with his over his shoulder. He slowly turned around until he faced her. She swallowed at the look of hunger on his face.

“Go back to bed, Mackenzie.” His voice came out in a husky growl. He clenched and unclenched his fists at his sides.

She should. She should shut the door right now. Ty would never enter her bedroom without an invitation. He’d kept his promise about nothing personal happening between them since she’d started staying with him.

Instead she opened it wider and took a step outside the room.

“Mackenzie. Unless you want to get royally fucked, I suggest you go back in that room and close the door.”

Oh God, getting royally fucked sounds so good. She winced as her pussy clenched.

Eyes widening in concern, Ty took a step closer to her. “Are you all right?”

“Yes. No.” She crossed her arms over her stomach. “It’s the full moon, Ty. You know I’m not all right.”

He took another step, then stopped. Mac looked at the fly of his black pants. Seeing the large bulge there made her pussy clench again. Apparently whoever he went out with tonight hadn’t completely satisfied him.

She inhaled deeply, noting he didn’t have the scent of a woman clinging to him. Perhaps he’d gone out but hadn’t had sex. That didn’t make sense. The whole purpose of dating the night of the full moon would be for sex.

His nostrils flared as his gaze touched every part of her body before returning to her face. “You just came.”

Mac nodded, unable to speak past the desire in her throat.

“Jesus, Mackenzie.” He covered his face with his hands, ran them up into his hair. “You make it really difficult for me to be a gentleman.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to be a gentleman.”

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Taste of Bliss is available now from Ellora’s Cave. More information is available on my website.

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Wednesday, June 11, 2014

BOX SET BASH With #SpiceBox & Occupational Hazard Authors


Authors from SPICE BOX and OCCUPATIONAL HAZARD are celebrating the release of their box sets with tons of cool stuff! Come and join the fun to with giveaways for gift certificates, author swag, e-books, and more!Multi-author boxed sets are mixing it up for more than two weeks on a Facebook party- BOX SET BASH and giving away TONS of PRIZES. 

From June 14th through June 29th join us from 12 pm – 8 pm EST for your chance to win and chat with your favorite authors.

I'll be stopping in on most days but my hosting day is on the 19th (dh's Birthday). We're celebrating both our birthdays over the weekend because mine is the 22nd. I'll be hosting with author Ros Clarke

Box Set Bash Party GRAND PRIZE: $100 Gift Card
1st Place: Kindle eReader +$10 Gift Card
$20 Gift Cards will be given away every day!

Here's where the party's happening:

The dates and authors hosting:

June 14 – Travis Luedke & Cari Quinn
June 15 – Jan Springer & Ann Mayburn
June 16 – Gabrielle Bisset/K.M. Scott & Parker Kincade
June 17 – Stephanie Julian & Eve Langlais
June 18 – Nina Lane & Cassandra Carr
June 19 – Kathy Kulig & Ros Clarke
June 20 – Christina Thacher & Delilah Devlin
June 21 – A.C. James & Lilly Cain
June 22 – Maureen O. Betita & Mandy Harbin
June 23 – Erika Wilde & Parker Kincade
June 24 – Sarah Mäkelä & Eve Langlais
June 25 – Geri Foster & Cassandra Carr
June 26 – Cathryn Fox & Ros Clarke
June 27 – Lisa Adler & Cari Quinn
June 28 – Riley J. Ford & Cathryn Fox
June 29 – Raine Miller & Mandy Harbin

Come join the fun with us!!!

Pre-Order Spice Box (Buy on June 29th)

Buy: Occupational Hazard
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Friday, June 6, 2014

Redemption and Glory, #BDSM by Cris Anson

I've been waiting for this release by Cris Anson! Woohoo!! I love this series and Cris knows how to write hot BDSM! She's an amazing writer. A must read!! Really. I'm not just saying because she's my friend. She truly is an amazing author.

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Punishment and Mercy -- Cris Anson             Mercy and Redemption -- Cris Anson

Also check out Punishment and Mercy and Mercy and Redemption in the series.

Blurb for Redemption and Glory: Bored with all the groupies who provide him with anonymous sex, famous sculptor Adam accepts the offer to lurk behind a voyeur screen at his agent’s BDSM club. Watching the magnificent Mistress Glory in action, Adam is so smitten that he can’t decide if he wants to tame her or kneel before her.
When Davinia helps her business partner at a book signing, the man of her wet dreams, a magazine’s “Most Eligible Bachelor,” comes by to help publicize the event. Instant lust turns to chagrin when he addresses her as Mistress Glory.
As the two novices to Dominance and submission explore what turns them on in this exciting new world, the journey takes explosive twists and turns. Add the sexy agent and his slave, and anything can—and does—happen.
Warning: contains male/male and female/female action, a foursome and lots of dungeon activity resulting in one scorching-hot story!

“Oh Mercy, the book looks fabulous! And so do you!”
“And you look gorgeous as well.”
Davinia Quaid, Vinnie to her friends, had gone all out with her nineteenth-century green-silk gown with pannier-style drapes on the skirt and dripping ivory lace from elbow-length sleeves. What she liked best about the gown, though, was its low-scooped neck that exhibited her assets to perfection. She wore her shiny auburn hair in an upsweep that showcased her long neck and creamy skin.
Her best friend and business partner at Urban Country Interior Design, Mercy Howe, also hosted a colonial cooking show on Boston TV. It was the week before Thanksgiving and they were celebrating the release of her first colonial cookbook. In keeping with her TV persona, Mercy wore a modest Quaker-style blue gown from the 1750s with a dainty lawn ruffle edging the modest décolletage and a slit linen skirt revealing a dark-blue petticoat.
As guests arrived, Vinnie took on hostess duties, welcoming guests, reminding empty-handed folks that books could be purchased at the front of the store, guiding them to the munchies of miniature corn muffins and squares of apple pan dowdy—recipes to be found in Mercy’s book, of course—and hard cider, a colonial staple.
She was tickled to note that Mercy’s fiancé Seth Burroughs wore a plain William Penn-era outfit of fine ecru linen with snowy white cravat, matching Mercy’s look perfectly. Must be true love to get him to wear a get-up like that in public. On the other hand, he did his blacksmithing gigs in costume, so maybe not.
After about a half hour of meet-and-greet, as she wondered when the actual book-signing would be announced, she heard a ruckus at the entrance to the room and turned.
And gasped.
Adam Connelly. The Adam Connelly, sculptor extraordinaire, New England’s Most Eligible Bachelor, intimate friend of Mercy and Seth—emphasis on intimate. Vinnie could only be jealous of the stories she’d heard of their ménage.
Cameras flashed, people flitted around him, and Adam strode through the doorway dressed in an embroidered frock coat of cream-colored silk over a bright-saffron waistcoat and indigo-blue breeches fitting his six-foot-plus frame as though hand tailored for him. In his large hand he held three of Mercy’s cookbooks.
Coming to a stop in front of Mercy and Seth, he handed her the cookbooks and said in a commanding baritone voice, “I’d be honored if you’d autograph them for me. These will make great Christmas gifts. And I can tell them I know the author.”
Holding up the books, he positioned himself for publicity shots with Mercy. People surrounded them, clamoring for him to turn this way or that way.
Chagrined to be on the edge of the crowd, Vinnie could only stare at him from afar as he genially endured the commotion. She couldn’t help noticing one especially aggressive young woman with longish blonde hair who consistently maneuvered her way alongside him as though she belonged there, regardless of who else begged to pose with him. Idly Vinnie wondered if the woman was part of his entourage, perhaps his current squeeze. Regardless, that gorgeous man packed a lethal punch and she wanted some. She hoped he stayed long enough for her to work her way through the gawkers to get up close and personal.
The photo frenzy finally subsided. Mercy was ushered to the signing table and a line formed. Adam mingled with the guests, graciously posing for individual photos. Vinnie had to give the man credit. Anyone could snap a photo of him, but he only posed with folks who held a book of their own and prominently displayed his own copy with each flash. She wondered if the man carried a torch for Mercy. To Vinnie’s knowledge, several months had passed since Mercy had last seen him. As far as Vinnie was concerned, Adam Connelly was fair game. And she was a huntress on the prowl.
Distracted by a reporter wanting more information about the author, Vinnie lost sight of the sculptor for a moment. When the woman thanked her and departed, she realized her feet hurt. Why she’d worn authentically styled colonial shoes with no structure or support, she hadn’t a clue. Except she wanted to look totally in character for her best friend. She bent down and, balancing on one leg, lifted the other to give her ankle a quick massage. And felt a warm, solid presence against her butt and large hands on either side of her waist.
“Here, let me help you.”
Her heart skipped a beat then pounded back double-time in response to Adam Connelly’s deep, resonant voice.
She turned around slowly and looked up. And up. Into the most devastating green eyes she’d ever seen. Sun-streaked brown hair curled at his nape and his ears. Clean-shaven masculine jaw, cheekbones sharp enough to cut through ice. The cover photo on the magazine that she’d drooled over was only a pale imitation of the real thing. The man was indeed lethal.
No wonder Mercy had succumbed.
A fleeting doubt passed through her mind as to whether she could fuck a guy who had fucked her best friend not all that long ago. Then he spoke again, and his sex-laden voice sent chills skittering down her spine.
“Is this a modeling gig to contribute to the ambiance?” He gestured to her costume. “Do you work for the bookstore? The publisher?”
Vinnie managed to find her voice and was pleased—stunned, more like—to discover it was strong. “I’m her business partner at Urban Country. I came in costume to support her. Since it’s Mercy’s night to shine, I purposely stayed in the background so as not to steal her thunder.”
“You could steal thunder, lightning and the aurora borealis from any woman around.”
His compliment went straight to her head and short-circuited all her synapses. She had to re-engage her brain. Fast. “How did you happen to be here, all decked out like an eighteenth-century fop?”
“My agent worked it out with the bookstore.”
“Oh. No one told us.”
Adam Connelly turned his sharp gaze to Mercy, seated at the table chatting with the dwindling line of book-buyers and signing happily. Seth leaned over her chair in proprietary fashion, holding each book open for her to sign, a proud look on his handsome face. Vinnie couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts, what jealousies, churned behind Connelly’s façade when seeing them together, so obviously well matched.
“Interesting, isn’t it?” Connelly asked. “I mean, look at them. Dressed like two Quakers. As though they belong together.” His gaze flicked back to her and her legs felt as though they were melting.
“While you and I…” His eyes raked her from the curls piled atop her head to her exposed cleavage, her tightly cinched waist that still tingled from the heat of his fingers, down to the hem that almost grazed the floor, then back up again. “You and I are dressed like peacocks.”
He touched her cheek with a knuckle. “Do you think that means we belong together?”
Vinnie blinked. She’d been more than ready to make a move on him, but it seemed as though Adam Connelly was beating her at her own game. She made a big show of scrutinizing him, even going so far as to nudge the open edge of his silk coat to eyeball his trim waist.
Spreading his arms wide, he said, “Checking me out? I like that.”
“Just looking for your belt. You know, to see how many notches you already have on it.”
He leaned down, his lips grazing her ear. “Like any roué, I keep my notches on my bedpost. Want to come over and count them?”
Amusement warred with desire. Damn right she wanted to see his bed. But she was pretty sure she didn’t want a one-night stand. This guy looked good enough for a month or two of solid sex. Or hell, she could probably take a year of him and not get tired.
“You can bring your own flogger…”
Her eyes widened.
“Mistress Glory.”
“What? Who—?”
“I can’t tell you how delighted I am to meet you in public.”

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Duty Bound, Sidney Bristol's HOT New Bayou Bound Novel

Title:  Duty Bound
Bayou Bound # 2
Author: Sidney Bristol
Publisher: Inked Press
Published:  26 May, 2014
Pages:  331
Romantic Suspense / BDSM elements
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About the Book

She’s the woman he sent away.

Lisette wouldn’t be back in New Orleans if she didn’t need protection—and who better to turn to than her ex-boyfriend turned Detective? She’s got a closet full of secrets that include a stalker ex and a kinky past. She vows to not dream about Mathieu…much. If only he were a Dominant, one who would not just flog her into bliss, but love her as well. A girl can dream, can’t she?

He was her first love.

Mathieu wants nothing to do with another damsel in distress, but he can’t say no when the little blonde woman walks back into his life with proof her ex is big trouble. He’ll give her a place to sleep, but nothing more. His heart is locked up tight. Except, Lisette uncovers his past in the BDSM world and she’s never backed down from a challenge. He can handle her, can’t he?

Lisette and Mathieu embark on a relationship that is strictly about sexual gratification, but evolves into more. When the bodies align, the hearts entwine. Except their rekindled flame is in danger. Lisette’s ex has found his prey, and he’s not afraid of taking a life.

Includes a bonus short story, Picture Her Completed.
Excerpt from Duty Bound: Bayou Bound # 2 
© Sidney Bristol 2014

“That’s a month from now. You went across the country to get away from the man. What makes you think he’s still after you?” Mathieu laid the photographs face doou bwn and folded his hands on top of the table. She could imagine him interrogating a suspect like this. He’d moved up to being a detective two years ago, according to Lola.
“He followed me from Florida to Chicago.” She shrugged. “Why wouldn’t he come here? He told me he’d kill me. Do you think a man like this is going to give up?”
“What does your family say about this?”
Lisette glanced away. She didn’t know what she hated Seth for more—hurting her body, or manipulating her family. “We aren’t on speaking terms right now.”
“Have you gotten a restraining order against him?”
“That’s just a piece of paper,” she snapped and pushed her hands through her hair. “You think paper matters to him?”
“Listen, I don’t think this is the way to go...”
Lisette grabbed the pictures and stood abruptly. “Fine. Adieu, mon ami.”
She jerked her coat on, slung her backpack over her shoulder and stalked out of the café, striking off toward the bus stop.
On her own. Again.
She glanced behind her, peering into the shadows out of habit. She hated the way Seth made her feel like a stalked animal. There was no logical explanation for the belief he was on her trail, and yet she knew he was out there. Waiting for the moment she let her guard down.
The doorbell jangled and she started at the sudden noise. Silly girl.
“Lisette. Lisette, wait,” Mathieu called after her.
She paused on the curb and watched him jog toward her, zipping up his leather jacket. He stopped under the street lamp and stared down at her. She wasn’t looking to become someone else’s problem, just someone to have her back for the moment.
The light cast his face into shadow, disguising his features. It was probably for the best. She had a serious problem when it came to falling for the bad boys, and though Mathieu walked the path of honor, there was something deliciously dark about him. And she didn’t mean the shade of his skin. It was something else, something she’d wondered about since her horizons had opened up.
She’d loved him once. Their relationship had been a flash in the pan, but he’d been her first. She doubted he’d approve of her lifestyle now, much like her family, but she didn’t need his blessing, just his muscle.
“The sixth, you said?”
“Yeah.” She turned to face him fully, ignoring the urge to glance over her shoulder.
“Do you like dogs?”
What kind of question is that?
“I do.”
“Good. Gator’s friendly and takes it personally when people don’t like him.” He flipped his collar up and glanced down the street.
“Gator?” She blinked at him.
“Yeah, my dog, Gator. You can stay with me for a while. I’ll see if I can track down Seth, but that’s it.”
Lisette gaped at the man.
Was he serious?   

About the Author:

It can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a ‘normal’ life.  She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor-home on the US highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.

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