PRIMITIVE is LIVE

I do love my dark predators. I have a new dark reverse harem science fiction HOT off the presses. Imagine trying to repopulate a new world in order to make certain humans survive BUT you run into true predators. Then imagine when they set their sites on you, craving every inch of you. Well… What’s a girl to do?

PRIMITIVE

There was nothing else but this creature, this beautiful and masculine being.

And he wanted me.

He cocked his head, taking cautious steps, studying me in a manner that could only be primitive_fulldescribed as seductive, undressing me with his eyes. The intimacy shared between us was explosive, so unexpected that I had no sense of anything else but this moment. There was no doubt what he was thinking.

What he was desiring.

I heard his growl, a deep rumble coming from the pit of his stomach. This was the sound of ownership, possession.

And I knew he was prepared to take me.

Capture me.

Use me.

He reached out, his fingers brushing across my lips, issuing a keening howl to the others. Within seconds, I was tossed over his shoulder. He moved swiftly, turning and running even in the deep snow. I was thrown into a paralyzing state, unable to move or fight back. I could just make out two of the others in my group but only for a few seconds, the blinding snow forcing everything in my world into a whirling white blur.

“Don’t,” I said weakly, but I knew he couldn’t hear and had no way of knowing if he even understood. The howling wind became a roar, echoing in my ears. I pummeled my fists against his back. It was no use. I was his prisoner.

I was aware of other beasts, moving in a formation together and even though I couldn’t see them, I could hear their bitter cries, howls and roars of angry monsters moving away from the battle they’d fought.

What seemed like only minutes passed but suddenly I could no longer feel the effects of the ravaging weather. Dazed and confused, I tried to get my bearings, attempting to lift my head. All I could see was stone and a roaring fire. Suddenly, I was on the ground near the warmth. I closed my eyes, the frigid chill making me sleepy.

Hands came from nowhere, touching my face and removing my hat. Then my jacket and shoes. I struggled to keep my eyes open, but I was so tired, drained. When I blinked again, it was as if the fantasy had come true.

A face loomed over mine, fingers gently brushing across my cheek. The Viking. This had to be a wondrous dream. He rubbed my hands between his, blowing on them every few seconds. When he seemed satisfied, he finished undressing me.

Others surrounded me, gorgeous creatures with luminescent eyes. I was naked, being caressed and fondled. My face. My breasts. Hands moved between my legs, stroking my wetness, thrusting into my pussy. The realization hit me and I fought back, slapping and kicking until I was able to scramble to my feet. “No!”

Two of them snarled, peering at me with luminescent eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded, trying to cover my nakedness. I was surrounded.

There was no answer, merely husky growls coming from every direction. I could see their eyes, famished stares as they inched closer. Every one of them was dressed in thick fur and I could tell covering massive, carved bodies. I’d never seen such glorious men in my life, barbaric and almost perfect. This couldn’t be happening. This was a dream, a beautiful, sensuous dream. “Who are you? What do you want?”

The Viking advanced, taking long strides in my direction. When he stood only inches from me, he curled his lip and lowered his head until our lips were almost touching. Spreading his fingers, he gingerly placed them on my face, adding just a touch of pressure.

The connection was intense, vibrant, and so alive. The others crowded closer yet keeping their distance. It was as if they knew they had to be invited. I was terrified beyond belief but the electricity soaring through us was so beautiful, as if we’d always been tethered together.

He pressed his lips against mine, using his tongue until both our mouths were open.

Until I yielded.

This was insane, but I darted my tongue inside, tasting his sweet essence. He allowed me to have control for only a few seconds before shoving me against the stone, grabbing my hands into his and lifting my arms over my head. The kiss became a passionate roar of two beasts consumed in hunger. Shame rushed into every cell, a reminder that I should fight to get away, to run fast and hard.

Then why was every ounce of my being in desperate need? Why was I burning from the inside out, ignited by fuel oozing from this beast?

He kicked my legs apart, dragging my arms together until he was able to wrap his long, filthy fingers around both wrists. Our tongues entwined as he shoved his hand between my legs, fingering my pussy in a brutal fashion, stretching my cunt muscles.

Dirty creatures.

Filthy beasts.

Savage monsters.

I didn’t care.

I moaned into the kiss, arching my back as much as I was allowed as his fingers thrust deep and hard in rapid succession. I was so wet, seared to the core from his touch. Everything about his desire seemed voracious, as if he needed to quench his thirst, feast on every inch of my tender skin.

He swirled his thumb around my clit then his actions became rough and unyielding.

I was pitched into raw, blinding ecstasy, my pussy muscles clamping around the thick invasion. I bucked and undulated, stunned as I was swept into a raging climax. The dazzling sensations rocked my entire body. I could no longer see or think clearly, my entire body trembling. I would have fallen if his roughhewn hands weren’t holding me aloft.

When he finally released me, I stumbled, forced to cling onto the soft fur covering his body. My breathing was ragged, the climax still continuing. Stars floated in front of my eyes, the joy of the blip in time something I’d never experienced.

A languishing guttural sound filtered from the depths of his being as he took a second step back, breaking the connection entirely. He placed his juice-covered fingers into his mouth, making husky sounds as he licked and sucked, taking his time to drag his tongue up and down every finger. I’d never seen such a possessive look on a man’s face as he gazed at me, his eyes sweeping up and down before easing the fur away from his body.

“Oh, God,” I muttered as the glow of the fire cast a shimmer across his naked body. He was absolutely perfect in proportion, chiseled biceps and carved pecs. Thick veins ran down the length of his arms, pulsing in the same manner as his glorious huge cock. His balls were swollen, hanging low between his legs and all I could think about was having them in my mouth, savoring their tangy flavor.

Hearing other sounds, I dared glance in the direction of the noise, my breath catching in my throat. They were all equally as gorgeous, although their skin was like burnished copper, their eyes glowing.

And they all hungered for me.

The Viking eased his hand to his shaft, stroking up and down. Even from where I was standing, I could see the bead of pre-cum leaking from his sensitive slit. I bit my lip, trying to keep from moaning.

From begging.

I was like a crazed animal, filled with lust.

No. I couldn’t do this. A moment of clarity rocketed into my brain, shame furrowing to the point I had difficulty swallowing. I couldn’t hunger for these… beasts. I was a scientist. I was a professional. I backed away, throwing out my hand and darting my eyes for the entrance to the cave. “Get away from me. I don’t want this. Take me back. Now! I am an important scientist. What you did is a crime.”

Narrowing his eyes, the Viking remained in the same position, folding his arms and a look of amusement crossing his face.

“I gave you orders!” I was yelling at creatures who had no understanding of English. Several of the cavemen inched closer, husky growls permeating the dense space. I took several additional steps backward, calculating the time to get out of the cave. I had to try to escape.

Issuing a guttural noise in order to draw my attention, the Viking commanded my return, using a quick snap of his head.

“Not a chance, buster. I don’t belong to you.” My tone was filled with defiance, even arrogance.

The Viking took a single step closer, his growl more intense and the sweep of his head more virulent. When I didn’t respond, he threw his head back and roared.

I snatched one of the pelts from a pile, using that moment to dart out of the cave and into the storm. Blinded by blowing snow, I took two steps forward, slipping and going down hard. As I started to slide, I managed to see a few feet in front of me and to the edge of a cliff. Oh, God. Oh, God!Before I could open my mouth to scream, massive hands grabbed my arms, pulling me to safety. I was thrown against the Viking’s chest, panting from the terror.

He cupped my face, taking ragged, deep breaths, his rough thumb rubbing back and forth across my lips. I could see a moment of concern in his eyes, but only for seconds. Fire returned, shimmering in his irises as he issued another savage growl, tossing me once against over his shoulder and carrying me back inside.

And I knew by instinct what he was thinking.

I’d disobeyed him, almost getting myself killed in the process. The moment he eased me to the stone floor, ripping the pelt out of my hands, I shivered. No longer from shame, this time because of guilt. I was nothing more than a misbehaving girl.

He’d saved me.

He’d protected me.

This… roughhewn creature had become my hero.

I was shocked when he yanked me around, my face pressed up against the cool stone. I had no idea what to expect and when his hand smacked hard against my bottom, I jumped, whimpering as a slice of pain entered my system. I struggled to turn around, but his hand was firmly wrapped around my neck in a possessive manner.

SYNOPSIS

I came to this planet to study men. I found only beasts.

I was sent to this world to help build a new Earth, but I was shocked by what I found here. The men of this planet are not just primitive savages. They are predators, and I am now their prey…

The government lied to all of us. Not all of the creatures who hunted and captured me are aliens. Some of them were human once, specimens transformed in labs into little more than feral beasts.

I fought, but I was thrown over a shoulder and carried off. I ran, but I was caught and punished. Now they are going to claim me, share me, and use me so roughly that when the last screaming climax has been wrung from my naked, helpless body, I wonder if I’ll still know my own name.

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My Special Guest – Poppy Flynn

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TIES THAT BIND – CLUB RISQUE BOOK 3

SYNOPSIS

Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that, things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company’s Ties that Bind updated coverlegal director, Logan Thornton.

Logan might seem like a mild-mannered corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has his sights set on Luanna as the model.

But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/s relationships. She’s always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally live a little, is there really any room left in Logan’s life for yet another love, especially if she can’t find it in herself to share the ones he already has?

Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will circumstances conspire to pull them apart?

EXCERPT

“I’m going to make love to you, with or without,” he told her in a low voice. “But if you really don’t like this, I’ll free you right now. Just nod to continue, or shake your head, and it’s gone.”

It was Luanna’s turn to take a leap of faith. He’d taken her by surprise, but she didn’t hate the sensations already coursing through her heated blood.

Finally, she nodded her head. She saw the lust and also the relief that fired in Logan’s eyes, but still, he gave her another out. “Are you certain?”

Luanna nodded again.

Logan closed his eyes and tucked his head into the crook of her neck. Then he sucked at the delicate skin on her collarbone and lifted his head once more. “I won’t do anything unexpected,” he promised her. “I just want to make love to you like this, give you a little taste of being bound. I want to fasten your wrists to the headboard, too; you okay with that?”

Ties that Bind general 2Luanna’s breath caught at the thought. It was strangely erotic, and she nodded once again in consent.

Logan was surprised at the slight tremor in his hands as he secured Luanna’s bound wrists to the convenient wooden crossbar at the head of the bed. He’d bound a woman hundreds of times in complex and contorted poses, for his sexual and aesthetic enjoyment. But never before had it ever meant as much to him as this simple, improvised act of bondage.

Logan sat back on his haunches and admired his handiwork, makeshift as it was. Luanna looked beautiful, restrained. She would look even more magnificent in his ropes. Just the thought had his cock throbbing. She would suit a colour that was strong, like her. Not red, that would clash with her hair and overpower her pale skin. But still something bold, brighter than black. Purple, perhaps, or yellow. God, he hoped she would allow him to tie and bind her. He could start with something unrestricting and erotic like the karada, or rope dress, to introduce her to the art of Kinbaku. And from there, once she was comfortable, maybe she would permit something more intricate and confining—something that would allow the rope to pose her body, and finally, perhaps she would agree to be suspended, modelled like a ballerina, frozen mid-jump. Eventually, she might even allow him to record those moments for posterity.

The thought had him sucking in a harsh breath, and suddenly, he couldn’t keep his hands off her for a moment longer.

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I have another fabulous guest on my blog today and she has a tasty, new release. Poppy lives in rural Wales, where she pens wicked and delicious stories with Blushing Books. Let’s take a peek at her latest release.

FEAR’S WHISPER – CLUB RISQUE 2

SYNOPSIS

Charlotte Chapman and Jake Blackwood keep getting thrown together. After twelve years of crushing on the hot businessman she first met as a student at University, Charlotte is more than prepared to see how things progress, but Jake keeps getting cold feet.Fear's whisper

When he walks away for the second time, Charlotte decides to explore the BDSM lifestyle that he keeps throwing up as a barrier. But because of a terrible past experience, Jake misinterprets travel journalist Charlotte’s interest and believes she is out to scoop a news story at the expense of him and his newly acquired club.

Can she convince him of the truth or will this be the end of what was beginning to be a beautiful relationship at last?

EXCERPT

Jake had crawled back into bed, tired and irritable, at five on Sunday morning, muttering and cursing, and had woken up later that morning with dark shadows under his eyes, an almost fixed frown marring his usually relaxed features and his normally cheerful temperament sadly absent.

Charlotte took it all in her stride. It was good to know all the facets of the person you were becoming involved with. Nevertheless, she couldn’t deny her disappointment at his stark refusal to play, either at home or at the club, saying he wasn’t in the right frame of mind and didn’t want to risk her wellbeing by scening when he was angry.

Privately, Charlotte thought he was being more than just a little bit melodramatic. If there was anything that Jake could truly benefit from at that moment, then it was a mindblowing release to relieve his tension and lighten his irritation.

Racking her brain over the conventions and the nuances of D/s relationships, Charlotte came to the conclusion that if one of her roles as a sub was to serve then—albeit her own interpretation—she should take it upon herself to ease his troubles.

After plying him with a delicious home cooked meal and a glass of red wine, she’d sent him off for a shower then waylaid him when he’d finished and insisted on massaging his tight, knotted shoulders and neck.

Satisfaction had energised her as she felt him relax and unwind, his muscles yielding and loosening beneath her busy fingers. Finally, with the scent of sandalwood and vanilla teasing the air from the oil she’d used, Charlotte cajoled him to lie on his back under the pretext of giving him a foot rub.

In truth, her efforts in that department were rather half-hearted, her attention diverted instead to the growing bulge in the underwear he’d insisted on wearing—stupid man, like that was going to stop her!

She held back as long as she could, but as she watched the soft jersey of his boxers tent in an effort to contain his erection, she found her mouth-watering in anticipation.

Jake lay, seemingly relaxed, with his eyes closed despite the obvious rigidity in certain parts of his anatomy. After licking her lips for maybe the fifth time, Charlotte could restrain herself no longer. In one swift movement, she surged forward, dragged away the offensive covering, grasped his balls in her oil slicked fingers and sucked his cock into her hot, wet mouth, gobbling him down till the tip hit the back of her throat. When Jake bucked involuntarily, a harsh groan wrenching from deep within as he instinctively ploughed his fingers into her hair, fisting it tightly in a move that had her moaning around his sensitive flesh and causing him to exhale loudly while a shudder ripped through his leanly muscled frame as the vibrations titillated his senses.

He leaned up on his elbows and looked down to where his rock-hard shaft disappeared behind her soft pink lips, the visual alone almost enough to send him over the edge.

“You know this is topping from the bottom, don’t you?” he demanded roughly once he’d regained a fragment of composure.

Charlotte looked up the length of his smoothly sculpted chest, slowly lifting her head until his dick left her mouth with a defined pop.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked with wide eyed innocence.

Jake sagged back on the bed, his chest quaking with the low chuckle that rumbled through him, and Charlotte privately thrilled at her success in lifting his wretched spirits.

“Suck me good, wench!” Jake demanded instead, and she hid a secret smile as she did just that and felt a warmth in her chest at having lightened his mood, which had nothing at all to

do with sex.

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Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the ‘self-sufficiency’ lifestyle.

Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.

Poppy’s love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn’t have a television in the house.

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Masters of the Castle – Witness Protection Program

I’m so excited to be a part of this sizzling and oh-so delicious compilation of stories – all involved around a single incident. The question is: Where will you be when the bombs go off? That sets the tone for eight stories, ten authors and one VERY bad man. The pre-order link will follow so you can get ready for this juicy BDSM collection. Who’s involved? Raisa Graywood, Katherine Deane, Tabitha Black, Golden Angel, BJ Wane, Rayanna Jamison, Kate Richards, Allysa Hart and the creator of the series – the incomparable Maren Smith. I thought you might like a taste of my piece just for fun. I Witness_Protection_Program_500x755adore truly dark and dangerous men. What happens if an FBI agent is determined to catch a wanted assassin? And, what would happen if she can’t deny her attraction?

CAPTURING CASSANDRA

SYNOPSIS

She’s longed to submit to a powerful man. Her choice? The assassin she’s hunted for years.

He’s cunning, he’s wealthy and he’s dangerous. When a mafia assassin is tasked to eliminate another, assuming the role of a Master Dom within the Castle, he’s prepared for just another assignment. That is, until he meets the woman selected to become his submissive. Beautiful and intelligent, she’s also his nemesis, an FBI agent hunting him for years.

What she doesn’t understand is that after this weekend, she will belong to him.

EXCERPT

He didn’t wait until the deed was finished. He simply walked toward the exit, whistling when the screams were muffled as the lid was pounded into place. “Goodbye, Mr. Timmons.”

God, he loathed this shit, no matter his appearance to everyone else. He liked to think he was an ethical killer, eliminating only those who were already horrible human beings. How many times had he thought about leaving the organization, finding work anywhere else in the world? The truth was ugly. If he even considered breaking his contract with the Salduchi’s, he’d end up tortured, his body washed up on the Jersey shore. He was locked in for the time being.

Less than twenty minutes later, he’d parked his car in his usual spot, far removed from any of the other customers. He needed a little R & R after getting his hands dirty. Knowing the owner of the posh club certainly had its perks. He was in the mood for entertainment, as well as a tall Canadian whiskey, and not for interference from anyone, including patrons of a kink club.

Sebastian breezed past the bulking doormen, heading straight for his usual table. Within thirty seconds, a drink was placed in front of him, the demure waitress his favorite. The exclusive and very private club allowed him continued anonymity, a requirement in his business. Only three of Mr. Sanduchi’s employees knew of his existence and they would be erased if Sebastian’s privacy was so much as disturbed. He chuckled at the thought, bringing the thick crystal glass to his lips. The taste was magnificent after the rough night.

This was his one free evening to himself. The next assignment was taking him out of town, to a castle nonetheless. Well, what the hell. He was in the mood for escaping the dark and ugly streets of New York, if only for a little while. Tonight, perhaps he’d indulge in carnal activities. Yes, the thought brought a quiver to his balls.

Sebastian had particular tastes and the majority of women would find them unappealing, if not downright disgusting. His tastes were considered sadistic, far too dominating, even in certain BDSM circles, making him careful about his choices, or trusting anyone. He sipped his drink, enjoying the atmosphere until a vibrant crimson dress caught his attention. The exquisite piece was body hugging, accentuating full breasts, a thin waist and long legs, the kind of legs meant to wrap around a man’s waist.

“Fascinating,” he said under his breath, watching her almost glide through the room. He’d never seen her before, which made the mystery a wonderful aphrodisiac.

The collar around her neck indicated she was ready for playtime, submission to be exact, and he could tell every red-blooded man in the room was hungry for what she had to offer. He studied her for almost ten minutes, the way she mingled, respectful in her actions yet in control of herself. She was, by far, the best looking submissive in the room, her eyes shimmering from the metal flakes clinging to her porcelain skin, her long eyelashes and scarlet lipstick, the color accentuating full lips. Even her dazzling copper colored hair, pinned in a tight bun, was desirable. She was beautiful.

She was also out of place, unescorted. Club Noire was known for catering to the upper echelon of society, but experienced participants only. The guests were all hand selected by the owner, a discerning and influential New Yorker. The lovely woman was obviously searching for someone, if not to break free of her confining mask, hence the garish makeup. He snickered and fingered the rim of his glass, rubbing the tip around in lazy circles. An ingénue to consider playing with, teaching, training.

Capturing.

The thought was delicious indeed. One night would be enough. At least for now. He’d never fallen for anyone, submissive or otherwise. He enjoyed taking and tasting but refused any entanglements. The bitter involuntary sigh reminded him that he was also hungry for a change in life. Given the abusive requirements laid out by the Sanduchi family, he refused to bring a woman, or anyone, for that matter, he cared about into the mix. They’d become an immediate target, the attachment a known weakness to exploit for any reason.

When she disappeared into the crowd, he was unable to resist, taking his drink and following her, his cock now throbbing, aching. He hadn’t experienced this reaction in quite some time. Remaining in the shadows, he trailed behind her as she moved from room to room, her eyes wide with delight. When she slipped inside the pony play area, he was forced to admit he was intrigued. He studied her for some time, the way her hand brushed across her neck, an obvious nervous habit. She remained in the back of the room, her eyes fixed on the Dom centered in the middle of the room. A flogger in one hand, he was parading his pony around the room proudly, whipping her naked ass for the slightest infraction.

Sebastian took another sip of his drink, able to see by the woman’s reaction that she was fascinated but frightened. Perhaps this was too much to begin with. He inched closer, until he was directly behind her. Inhaling her perfume, the exotic scent filling his nostrils, he envisioned his particular methods of training. He would enjoy breaking her down to a basic level, providing discipline as well as pleasure, but only if she was a very good student.

She tensed, as if knowing he was standing only a few inches away, yet a smile curled across her lip. The woman didn’t fidget, nor did she cower, two traits he abhorred. Additional points in her favor.

“You seem quite interested,” he stated as he lowered his head, allowing a single hot breath to cascade across the back of her neck.

Her breath skipped, her lips pursed. “Very much so.”

“You are submissive.” Sebastian fingered the leather collar surrounding her neck, a rather crude leather piece unbefitting her gorgeous attire.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, you can be trained.”

She darted a quick glance in his direction, blinking several times. “I’d like to be, sir.”

“And you’re not owned?” He had to admit, he was more than curious.

“No, sir. I’ve been told I’m… difficult, untrainable.”

Her statement brought a chuckle to his lips. “All women are trainable. The method used is the key.” He allowed his finger to travel down her neck to the area just above her spine. Electricity shot through him, forcing his balls to swell.

She remained quiet, only the slightest moan escaping her mouth.

“I believe you require a very firm hand, harsh discipline and strict rules. You crave the darker side of kink, being captured and caged, your body used while enjoying the taste of ecstasy.”

Shuddering, she nodded before answering. “Yes, sir.”

“Training takes time, effort and location. I can only offer you a taste of discipline tonight. Is this something you desire?”

“Very much so, sir.” Her words were whispered, the lilt captivating in sensuality.

“What is your name?”

She licked across the seam of her mouth, as if buying time. “Winter, sir.”

“Lovely. A woman as warm and beautiful as you should have an equally stunning name. Follow me, Winter.” Sebastian didn’t look back to see if she would follow. He prided himself on being able to read people, especially women. She yearned for an experience she’d only read about in horrific books depicting S & M as easy to understand. Being welcomed into the club was the first step. The owner must consider her worthy. He moved in absolute silence toward a more suitable location, the room known as punishment to the regulars. Taking her hand, he led her inside, securing a location in the back before placing both hands on her shoulders. “Watch and learn.”

Winter was wide eyed as the first demonstration was given, a masked Dom securing a woman to a steel ‘X’ cross, her naked body quivering as the shackles were placed around her wrists and ankles. The rubber ball gag positioned in her mouth was no doubt to keep her screams from interrupting the others during playtime.

Sebastian was well aware certain rooms within the club were more for show than any aspect of true BDSM, but he’d always enjoyed the various acts, if only from afar. He’d never brought a submissive to this location, or to any for that matter. Why, tonight, was he breaking his own rules? The question was intriguing.

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Piper

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My Special Guest – Jennifer Bene

She’s a USA Today bestseller. She’s a fabulous writer. She’s one adorable and gracious lady. I’m very lucky and happy to have Jennifer Bene on my blog today with her latest release – Corrupt Desires. You know she writes dark and delicious stories, which fits purr-fectly on my blog. I think you’re going to need a large fan after reading an excerpt! Let’s take a peek.

CORRUPT DESIRES

SYNOPSIS

Phee knows that girls like her don’t get the fairytale…

Falling for a man like Bryant Holbrook is just begging for heartbreak. Rich boys don’t look twice at waitresses from the fog, at least not until now. One smart-mouthed taunt and his turquoise eyes are all over her. That cocky, bad boy grin tempting her with the jennifer CorruptDesiresEbookimpossible.

It should have stayed a one-night stand.

Now, it’s too late.

Phee is pulled into a world of danger and corruption where Bryant must put everything at risk to keep her safe, or risk losing her to keep his father’s dream alive.

*This is a standalone full-length novel with an intense, heroic Dom, BDSM, drama, suspense, and a world of corrupt men that make this fairytale darker than most. How far would you go for your happy ending?

EXCERPT

“Beg me again, Phee.”

“Bryant…” Phee groaned, panting against the bedding, bent over his lap as he teased her mercilessly. His fingers curling down to brush against that bundle of nerves inside as his thumb pressed rhythmically over her clit. Continuing until she was gritting her teeth to hold back the flood of pleas that threatened to escape.

“Either beg me for what you want, or I’ll tie you up and make sure you don’t come all night.” Bryant’s threat made Phee’s mouth drop open, but before she could come up with something smart ass to say he slid a third finger inside her, pumping them in a vicious tease that had her shivering towards the edge of a glorious orgasm.

“Oh God… Bryant!” Phee bucked against his grip, but he refused to let her move, and so she finally gave in. Let go and let the tug of Bryant Holbrook’s whirlpool drag her down. “Please, Bryant, please fuck me, because I’m going to lose it if you don’t. Please, please—”

Bryant pushed her off his lap and onto her back, and then he was on top of her, his knees moving her thighs apart as she arched up against his chest. “You beg so well, Phee,” he purred, hips dropping between hers, and she was infuriated by the fabric separating them as he ground himself against her.

“Bryant! Please!” Phee reached down and tugged at the waist of his boxers, and he laughed against her skin as he kissed up her neck.

“So, you’re saying you want me?” Bryant grinned at her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

“Yes! I want you, please, Bryant,” Phee begged, the whine in her voice obvious as she rolled her hips to try and get more contact, to try and get him to give in. Damn his self-control.

“All you had to do was ask.” He kissed her hard, biting her lip and devouring her mouth in a delirious rush that finally gave her a hint that he felt the same way she did. Lifting her hips, she moaned against his lips, desperate to feel him inside her. Breaking the kiss with a groan, he twisted to grab a condom from the bedside table and she immediately reached for his boxers. Bryant went still, grinning down at her. “Did I say you could move your hands, Phee?”

Whining, she returned them above her head, and it was torture to watch as he slid two fingers into his mouth. Tasting her like he had all the time in the world as the condom hung in his other hand and his cock stayed trapped behind dark cloth. Lifting her hips into the air, she was reassured by the way Bryant’s gaze burned down her body to focus between her legs. “Please, Bryant. Please…

“You taste so good.” That cocky smile tilted his lips and he gripped himself through his boxers, stroking as he lifted the foil of the condom to his mouth and tore the edge. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, I will, I swear!” All pride out the window, she clenched the bedding in her fingers so she wouldn’t move.

“Next time I’m going to tie you up just so I can watch you writhe like this.” It was a promise she hoped he’d keep, but then none of it mattered because he was pushing his boxers down. He was long, thick, and she wanted to taste him, but didn’t dare move and tempt him to drag this out any further. He rolled the condom on slowly as he leaned over her. “Spread your legs for me,” he commanded and she did.

“Bryant,” she whispered, and then he was kissing her. One of his hands enveloped her wrists, tightening to hold them in place as she moaned against his lips, his cock brushing against her in a tortuous tease. She lifted her hips, pleading in broken murmurs, before he finallythrust inside her.

It was like hitting the ocean floor, the whirlpool an endless height above her, and she arched hard off the bed. He growled his own pleasure, hand tightening the grip on her wrists as he started to move. Each thrust pushing her closer to that tenuous edge of sharp pleasure, and an endless stream of pleas slipped from her lips as he moved his mouth to her neck and trailed kisses down to her shoulder. “That’s right, beg me for it…”

HOW TO STALK JENNIFER

Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dangerously sexy and deviously dark romance. BDSM, Suspense, Dark Romance, Thrillers — she writes it all. Always delivering a twisty, spine-tingling journey with the promise of a happily-ever-after.

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Kisses and spanks…

Piper

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Advice from a Dominant

I’ve been writing books since I was five – yes five years old. Of course, my books have changed quite a bit, but I remember doing research in various ways from early on. That’s what professional writers do – they research. And I’ve enjoyed the heck out of it, including learning more about D/s lifestyles. I have one particular male friend I’ll call JP. He’s only been a practicing Dominant for a few years so it’s been wonderful to see his journey.

Advice. I think we all need some on a regular basis. Some of us have mentors in our domination love sayingprofessions or perhaps while we were in school. He or she can give credence to issues or simply tell their story while offering support. Some also engage in helping with discipline, whether for the mind or body. When couples or a man or women alone decide to enter into a D/s (Domination and submission) relationship, my belief is that they certainly should have advice from someone who’s explored even for a brief period of time. For many who long to submit or dominate another, they feel out of place, alone in the world. Well of course, they certainly aren’t.

BDSM and the various aspects are growing in household between couples and singles. This isn’t simply because of the popularity of Fifty Shades. Many long for increased passion, nurturing, and yes, even discipline.

I had lunch with a couple of girlfriends the other day and we were talking openly about the D/s lifestyle. I’ve mentioned in a previous blog that one of my friends surprised me with a text one Sunday evening. She asked if I could find her a particular color of flogger. I choked, re-read the text then laughed. Why? Because not in a million years would I have anticipated she hungered to even try anything remotely kinky. She’s ultra conservative and had never really asked me any questions before.

What’s been confirmed since that sunny evening is that you never know what goes on behind closed doors – and not just in bedrooms. She has a male friend who is submissive and she decided, after many weeks of intense conversations, that she wanted to explore becoming a Domme. This can be a heady task, especially given she has zero clue what she’s getting into. She’s highly intelligent and immediately gravitated toward the realization she needs to learn everything she can before making this decision. She remembered everything I’ve shared in writing and my discussions with John Patrick and asked if she could talk with him.

I was pleased and of course initiated the call. He accepted and a week ago they talked. This wasn’t a secret conversation so both told me what was said from their point of view. As with any situation between a man and woman, the sides can be filtered in a different manner. In talking with JP, he said she was very open and honest about the fact she knew little. He felt she was looking for affirmation that what she was attempting was ‘okay’. He assured her she wasn’t alone and that entering into any phase of the lifestyle is joyous, but certainly daunting.

He went on to tell me he expressed how important it was for her to be patient with herself as well as with her male friend. He could sense there was a very tight connection between them and encouraged her to continue asking questions, as well as reading everything she could get her hands on.

I found out during lunch, my gal pal and her guy aren’t romantically involved. They are friends, but she also mentioned connection is strong. The reason is that he can be himself with her, telling her aspects of his needs as a submissive he feels uncomfortable doing so with many of the women he dates. Let’s face it, the majority of women see men as a strong being, even if they don’t want them to be dominant every day. He has basic fears as we all do of being accepted.

What I found so interesting during our lunch was that JP stressed to her constantly the word ‘communication’. He told her candidly that he and I could talk for hours more openly than he has ever been able to in his life. This is very true. There were no masks. We left ourselves wide open and vulnerable, but in doing so, learned very quickly how much trust we had for each other. And this is all for research – as well as friendship.

She was very impressed with the time he took, his caring attitude and how strongly he felt about the lifestyle in general. For many, including aspects of D/s or BDSM is about spicing up an already existing coupling. In the case of my friend, she has no desire to take the domination to any other level than time spent together – without being a full time couple. The challenge for her is that she’s not certain how far she can take their belt around throatdesires at this point. I understand very much why she’s a bit hesitant. When you dabble in D/s or BDSM, this doesn’t change the fact you have to have complete trust. You must communicate on an entirely different level than you would even as a married couple. I’ll firmly stand behind this.

You can’t delve into methods of control, pain, confinement or discipline without utter open communication and deep conversations. If you do, you’ll be setting yourself up for failure. For JP, I don’t see him as the kind of man or Dom who could enter into just playtime. I know that he would enjoy going to a kink club that was vetted out and even partaking in various play, but in totality, he needs to feel the very intrinsic connection  – even love. I understand this as well and with everything I’ve learned through these conversations with him, as well as other D/s couples, I couldn’t either. That’s just how I’m made – my very soul.

For my girlfriend, she’s not ready for a committed relationship. She was married, never shared a bit of BDSM with another, and this is very new. She’s eager, but cautious. She’s curious and now more intrigued than ever. I have no doubt she’ll continue learning. As we were talking over lunch, she said he became animated when he mentioned the use of implements for discipline. He went over everything from a hand spanking, a paddle, a flogger and his favorite, the belt. I couldn’t help chuckling when he talked about how exciting the use of a belt had been for him.

I remember detailed conversations about this very topic. He advised wisely to go slow, take her time and learn how to use a flogger before wielding.

Again, I’ve said this very thing time and time again. Learn your craft as you would any other. You can hurt the body as well as the spirit if you don’t know what you’re doing. She was absolutely adorable when she admitted how surprised she was the flogger she ordered was being hand made by a craftsman. She thought a flogger was a flogger no matter where you ordered the leather strap from. Her eyes and mind opened wide when I explained how they’re made and why. As you may remember, JP has a special bag – his collection of tools he took his time in selecting and ordering. He took plenty of time learning the craft of using them as well.

I knew in asking JP to talk with her, guide her as she takes baby steps, he would find the right way to encourage as well as caution. From what I could tell as lunch concluded, he’d done just that. Is she going to jump into the lifestyle? Of course not. She’s determined to read and talk to others. I applaud her for her time and consideration as D/s isn’t to be entered into lightly.

I have to say, I’m very proud of JP for his teaching ability as I am with her pointed questions. I’m smiling still and can’t wait to hear more from her as she takes additional steps into such an amazing journey.

Kisses and spanks…

 Piper

My Special Guest – BJ Wane

I’m so excited to have BJ Wane back on my blog. She’s not only a fabulous author, but a very good friend. She also has a brand, spanking new book, a continuation of her Miami Masters Series HOT off the presses. I think you’re going to love this excerpt so without further ado…

MASTERING HER FEAR

EXCERPT

Jackson couldn’t decipher what Julie’s grimace meant or why the mention of orgasms would make her muscles tighten, but he could pull the cause out of her later.  Today was for demonstrating.  Sliding his hands around to her buttocks, he kneaded the soft flesh, keeping a close eye for her response.  “I enjoyed spanking you the other day.  You did, too, which means you’ll like this.”  He released her ass to pick up a multi-strand flogger BJ Wane Mastering Her Fearand trailed the narrow leather strips over her breasts.

“Is that what I think it is?” she questioned with a catch in her voice.

“I don’t read minds, Julie.”

“And I might be green about your sexual preferences, but I know what a flogger is,” she returned, her voice going breathless as he tickled her waist then glided the leather strips up the inside of one leg.  “But I’ve never felt one.”

“This one has twelve strands, long and thin to cover a larger area.  Spread your feet wider and leave them there.”  She complied without hesitation, another positive sign.  Jackson moved to stand at her side, teased the globes of her ass with another slow trail of the braided leather then pulled back to deliver a light snap over both cheeks, just hard enough to leave faint pink stripes behind.  “You good?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine.”  The rows of tiny stings that stroke elicited drew her nipples into tighter beads and added to the building dampness in her pussy.  Julie bit her lip again, waiting in anticipation for the next strike.  It came fast, this one a little sharper, landing below the first, the extra punch seeping deep inside her and pulling a response she never dreamed possible.  “Jackson.

SYNOPSIS

Julie Martin pulled on Jackson Davenport’s protective urges the minute he stepped outside and saw her go flying off her swing to land in a heap of gangly arms and legs then come up smiling. When he discovered how her parents pressed her into competing in beauty pageants for their own selfish gratification, he took it upon himself to provide her with the friendship the little girl craved. Years later, just when his adult feelings – and body – began to want more from the beautiful young woman she’d grown up to be, Julie moved away to take the modeling world by storm. Jackson’s first encounter with the changes in her personality broke his heart and he severed all ties with her.

Six years later, Julie returns to Jackson a broken woman, unable to cope with the nightmare that changed her life forever. When he discovers her penchant for cutting herself to deal with the fear, he shows her a new side of him she’s never seen before, and a new way to get through the darkness that continues to plague her.

Even though Julie embraces Jackson’s dominant sexuality and the way his painful ministrations work much better at calming her fears, the truth of what happened the night her two friends were murdered stands between them. Will she be able to set aside her guilt to tell him the entire truth, or will she once again lose the only person who can complete her?

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What do you think? Sizzling, eh? Thank you so much for being here!

Kisses…

Piper

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My Special Guest – BJ Wane

I have another wonderful guest today and she’s back for a second time! So happy to share BJ’s latest new and very HOT HOT HOT series. She’s become a good friend and is a fellow Blushing Books author so please say a warm welcome to…

BJ WANE – BOUND AND SAVED

SYNOPSIS

A few weeks after witnessing her stepfather order a cold-blooded murder, Cassandra Bowlin hides aboard a luxury yacht to flee the men after her. Dashing into a closet, she trembles in fear of discovery until the owner enters the room with a woman intent on gaining his sexual favor. The scene she witnesses between the couple BJ Bound and Saved Cover Finalleaves her shaken with arousal, making her wonder what all she had been missing from her own sexual encounters.

Zachary Allen-Vancuren returns to his new, BDSM decked out yacht, eager to take her out on a maiden voyage before presenting her to his friends. After putting several miles between him and the mainland, he slips downstairs and finds he’s stuck with a stowaway with secrets she refuses to divulge and a determination to wring as much from his planned four-day excursion as possible. His refusal to engage in any sexual activities is met with her constant, teasing antics until she finally wears him down and he gives her the lesson she thinks she’s been wanting.
It took interference from a surprising source and two rescues by Zachary to free her of her stepfather’s threats and enable her to embrace a future with the one man she hadn’t been able to resist.

EXCERPT

That did it.  Zach slowed the yacht, throttled down until the large vessel decelerated enough he could cut the engine and still enjoy the slow glide on the water as they drifted.  He’d managed to stay seated while Sandie propped herself on the lounge in his direct line of vision, teasing him with shapely legs he pictured wrapped around his back as he pounded between them.  The quick strokes of her pencil made him as curious about her ability as an artist as he admitted to being about the rest of her body under that shirt.  It had taken extreme effort on his part not to give in to that curiosity and he’d been priding himself on his control before she stood and stretched.

Ignoring his command to remain unaffected, his cock hardened into a painful erection pressing against his zipper.  The final straw came when he watched her bend over the rail, just enough to tease him with a glimpse of the sweet, plump undercurve of her soft buttocks.  She’d been pushing him for a lesson, and as he strode across the deck, he decided it was high time he gave her one.

“What are you doing, Sandie?”

She turned, those green eyes conveying that indescribable ache he had no name for.  The one that pulled at him from the moment he’d startled her awake in his room.

“Taking in the awesome view from your…”  She paused, a light of mischief replacing the ache in her eyes and a small smile flirting with the corners of her mouth as she finished with, “boat.”

He narrowed his eyes, accepting the taunt as he strode forward.  “I warned you.”  Grasping her shoulders, he spun her around, placed her hands together back on the rail, and shackled them in place by wrapping his much larger hand over both hers.  Without pausing, he flipped up the shirt and swatted her silk covered ass, the thin, see-through panties providing no cushiony barrier this time.

Her soft cry resonated across the water along with the slap of the next smack.  “This is what comes when you don’t heed my warnings.”  Two more sharp smacks that bounced her round globes.  “This is just one of my favorite things to torment a woman with.”  Another two, these reddening her sit-spots.  “Sex with me is my way, whatever I demand, whenever I say, wherever I want it.”  He tormented her thighs next, two swift swats on each before caressing his way up to cup one, spank-warm, malleable buttock.

Bending down, he nipped the soft flesh between her shoulder and neck.  He felt her jump, heard her sudden, indrawn breath and could almost swear the slight breeze teased his nose with the pungent aroma of her arousal.  A lesson, he reminded himself with a swift, brutal pushback of his body’s demands.

“You’ve been parading around out here wearing nothing but a shirt and panties to get my attention, haven’t you?”

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Thank you so much for being here! A fabulous new series!!

Kisses…

Piper

My Special Guest – Cassandre Dayne

I’m continuing my serious on highlighting various authors. This particular author has written over 200 books and has worked with several publishing companies. She was also in charge of two imprints at Booktrope. While she’s written everything from BDSM to LGBT, her favorites are psychological thrillers. Her upcoming release with Blushing Books just might scare you to death. Coming tomorrow! Say hello to…

CASSANDRE DAYNE – RAVAGED

SYNOPSIS

When the final draft of erotic thriller author, Carrington Winters latest book turns Ravaged_500x755up in the wrong hands, the mistake sets off a course of events, some involving a complete stranger. The manuscript detailing her darkest desires, as well as mirroring a series of real-life murders, she’s drawn to the mystery man, throwing her inhibitions aside.

Haunted by the murder of his wife, architect Jackson Devereaux finds Carrington’s manuscript and her hidden needs too tempting to resist. As they learn to trust and explore their growing desires, they begin a cat and mouse game of guarded rendezvous until a murderer seeks revenge, targeting their budding love.

As new and heinous murders rock Chicago, Carrington is forced to face a past she was determined to shelve in an ugly black box, but secrets and lies refuse to be denied. What secrets do they both hold that could tear them apart? Is their new romance strong enough to survive a murderer intent upon destroying their lives?

EXCERPT

Do you hunger like I do?

Do you crave what only I can give you?

Come… be with me forever…

Carrington Winters snapped her head up and sighed before catching a glimpse of her notepad. She’d been doodling again. As she read the words twice she grimaced and looked down at the small trashcan nestled against the corner of her desk. She’d written the same passage at least six times in the last two nights. And every time in red ink. Hell, she didn’t even know she owned a red pen. “What’s wrong with me?” The answer was far too damning to think about. Push away the ugly thought. Yeah, that’ll do it. Growling, she shook her head. She was simply exhausted from her self-imposed brutal schedule. That’s all. Time to get back to business.

Brushing a damp strand of hair from her face, Carrington fingered her teacup and sighed. “It’s almost done. Almost?” Blurry eyed, she gazed at the screen and realized all the letters were starting to melt together. Groaning, she sat back in her chair and took a sip of the lukewarm tea. What she really wanted was a tall glass of merlot, but if she didn’t hit send on her manuscript tonight there would be hell to pay. Her editor had been patient. The wine could wait until she was absolutely done. The damn errand had cost her nearly two hours. She hated traffic and traffic jams and assholes that acted like the road belonged to them.

Chuckling, she knew she would probably kill off the bastards in her next book. Probably? She was in the business of killing creatively. The thought gave her a smile. Mixing erotic and mass murder was an interesting twist but one she loved. There was no doubt she was enjoying being able to murder some of her characters and not simply have them romp in bed. Brushing the tip of her finger back and forth across the seam of her mouth, she reread the last two pages then read them again. Dear God, she was bone tired but she had to finish. “You can do it.” Giving her computer the finger, she moaned. Sleep was highly overrated. Still, she loved the book and was thrilled with the outcome.

Her Hidden Desires, Carrington’s highly anticipated second in her gritty erotic crime thriller novels, was already pre-sold to the tune of thousands at every major e-book shelf internet store and failure to deliver wasn’t an option. The remaining brick and mortar stores had surprised her with the quantity of their orders—or shocked her editor anyway. The story was headline material. Centered around an incredible real-life event in her hometown of Portsmouth, Ohio almost three years before, Carrington knew this one could be a best seller.

Climbing to her feet, she walked to the bulletin board nestled in the back corner of her office and fingered the copious newspaper clippings pinned across the four by six corkboard. She’d read every article, every internet piece to garner the feel of the dark story. The murders had shut down the small town for two months and the killer had escaped. Shivering, she held her arms and wasn’t able to go down the road of wretched memories. She’d come too far to fall into the trap again. Her story was simply a way of giving a voice to the mutilated women and to allow them retribution within the pages of her novel. While completely fictional, with every scenario totally different than the actual chain of events, the haunting piece was certain to ruffle a few feathers. Carrington only hoped the publication wouldn’t drag her into hell.

In truth, changing from being what some called a fluffy erotic romance author to an erotic crime storyteller was a calculated risk and one she welcomed with open arms, hence the name change to C.W. Wynters for the planned series. Exhausted, Carrington sauntered toward the bank of windows, allowing her a spectacular view of the great lakes, and sighed as she palmed the glass. There was no doubt she loved Chicago but she remained homesick for her small town nestled at the banks of the Ohio River. Shaking her head, she gazed out at the star filled sky and smiled.

There was something so peaceful about working from home in the wee hours of the morning. More committed than ever, she headed back to her desk determined to finish the book, grab a glass of wine and ease into a sudsy bath. Then maybe when she finally fell into bed she could sleep without the vicious nightmares jolting her every other hour or so. Shivering, she exhaled and pushed the ugly thoughts away as she glanced at her watch. Thank God, she didn’t have any early appointments.

Staring at the last paragraph for what had to be a full five minutes, she rubbed her eyes then repeated the passage out loud, unsure if anything she’d typed for the last hour made any sense. “And as Sheila glared down at the killer, knife nestled in her bloody hand, she smiled. His vacant eyes shimmering in the moonlight remained mesmerizing. After all, she’d seen his domineering expression every time they’d made love. Her body shaking, she remembered all the lies and the promises. Hell, she’d been such a fool but no longer. She was different now and one who would never allow a man to take advantage of her again. Hearing the subtle plop, plop sound she finally tilted her head, enabling her to look directly at the slickened tile floor. She brushed the back of her hand over her swollen lips and caught a glimpse of the knife, glistening in the dim lighting and couldn’t help but smile. The pool of red blood reminded her she was very much alive and the monster, her monster was dead. Dropping the knife, Sheila held her hand in front of her face and began laughing as the realization hit her hard. She’d become the monster she’d so feared.”

“Not bad.” Rubbing her arms as a cold shiver trickled down her back, Carrington nodded in respect to her work. The ending was much grittier than the one before, her editor gave her some great advice. Then again, this was a far different ending than the real story. Finally satisfied, she saved the piece and opened up her email. As she searched for her editor’s email address she laughed. A new computer, a new operating system and a new email account meant no saved email addresses. Sadly, the switch had been a necessary evil since her entire life had been hacked and certain files corrupted while she’d taken a few days off.

Hissing, she grabbed her notebook full of her contacts and flipped to the page listing her editor. Blinking furiously, she chastised herself for wearing her contacts for so many long hours. Hell, she could barely see a damn thing. Jennifer Devereau had more than one email and only the favored authors had her private one. It seemed Carrington had come up in the world. The thought giving her a mischievous grin, she typed in the address, added the attachment and couldn’t help but tease. Here you go. As requested and I think you’ll find the haunting ending much more to your liking. And no more teasing about the kinky moments being what I want.

Carrington nodded in satisfaction and hit send. The sad thing was Jennifer had no idea just how much she craved every single one of the acts portrayed in the book. From bondage and the kinky clubs to acts of domination as explored by her heroine turned killer, Carrington had always enjoyed the kinkier sides of sex—if no other place than in her dark fantasies. The few experimentations had left her breathless and hungering for more but she wasn’t sure she could ever trust anyone that much again. Then again, with one call she could have exactly what she craved. No, she wasn’t going there. Period. Sighing, she turned off the large monitor and padded into the kitchen. Now she could relax and celebrate. What a shame no one was up at almost three in the morning.

Pouring a hefty glass of wine, she stood gazing at nothing but her mind was already reeling around book number three. Halfway done, she needed to put herself in the middle of the victim’s world and that might mean a trip to the location where the horrific crimes happened. She loved doing research and this one was centered around the seediest kink clubs patronized by the upper crust of society. Murder and sex knew no age or money brackets. Even Jennifer was excited about the additional aspects of the series. If she could keep up the pace putting out four of these a year, along with her other erotic pieces, she might make a name for herself by the end of 2018. Nibbling her bottom lip, she walked past the bulletin board and stood staring at the ugly pictures, bloody photographs of the real victims. How could the woman have endured so much pain? Swallowing hard, understanding wasn’t difficult.

Do you hunger like I do?

WHERE TO FIND CASSANDRE

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Cassandre-Dayne-178164866655/

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Kisses…

Piper

My Special Guest – Juliette Banks

I feel so blessed to be working with such fabulous authors as well as the rest of the team at Blushing Books. They are truly fabulous and helpful in every way. I’m also lucky to have an incredible guest on my blog today. She has an upcoming release on August 16th. Please take a moment to read, enjoy and comment. Welcome!

JULIETTE BANKS – OUT OF THE DARKNESS

“I can’t keep traipsing three miles every time I want to spank that delectable little behind of yours.”

As a beautiful and famous model, she has the life many young girls dream of.

Yet the missing father; the predatory stepfather; the abusive lover; they all let her Out of the Darkness Juliette Banksdown, and damaged her judgement about the men she meets.

She thought she had met the man of her dreams, yet fate was cruel.

Until one day, at an airport, she meets the strong, yet kind, dominant man she had longed to meet.

Is he the man she has sought her whole life? Will he show her the way out of the darkness and into the loving, submissive relationship she has always craved?

“Oh I work hard, but I play hard, too. Do you play hard, Marianne?”


EXCERPT

He took off my dress and my bra, and I sat before him, head lowered, ready to submit. “Stand up. Place your hands flat on the cushion of the other chair, and spread your legs, and wait for me to attend to you.”
I did as instructed and heard William get up and walk away, either to his bedroom or bathroom. I trembled, partly with nerves and partly with sexual expectation. One minute passed, then two. I remembered what he had said about anticipation. This was my time to anticipate what lay ahead, and the sexual need within me doubled in strength. I needed what this man was about to give me. I needed him like I needed air to breathe and water to drink. I lifted my bottom just a little higher and waited to be taken to heaven.

William returned. He had changed into his black jogging pants and t-shirt. He placed something down on to the arm of the chair, but I daren’t look around. I remained absolutely still and silent. He bent over and kissed my back and ran his hand over my bottom.

“A man could go to war in defence of a body like yours, you know. You hold most men in the palm of your hand, even strict Doms such as me, and you have no idea of the power you have, do you? I don’t think I have ever met another beautiful woman who has less awareness of her beauty as you have.”

I didn’t reply. I don’t think he expected a reply. I’d heard this before, and perhaps he was right. From childhood I had never been told I was pretty and grew up with the idea that I was quite ordinary. Even after I was discovered by the modelling agency, and became one of the world’s top models, I never really believed that I was beautiful. I always thought my success was the result of a fluke, and that one day I out of the darkness banner juliette bankswould be found out and exposed as a fake. Perhaps the messages I’d heard over the years from men were at last starting to get through the barrier that I had erected around my fragile psyche.

My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp slap on my bottom by William’s hand. I snapped my attention back to the present. Then came another stroke. I breathed deep. I was back in the zone where I wanted to be. All I could think of was this powerful, masculine man standing behind me, raising his arm and bringing his hand sharply and crisply down, warming my flesh and lifting us both to the joyful place of sexual excitement and passion.

William gave me about twenty strokes with his hand, before stopping and reaching between my legs. He plunged two fingers into my sex. I gave a deep groan in response to the sudden intrusion. A sexual tremor went from my pussy to my brain, and back again. God, I wanted this man so badly.

“Yes, Marianne, you want me as much as I want you, don’t you?”
”I want you so badly. Please fuck me, Sir.”
He didn’t reply, but pushed me down on to the chair, so that I was kneeling on the cushion and leaning over the chair back. I felt his hard body press up behind me and he pulled down his jogging pants. He leaned over me and I could feel his breath against my neck. He took the lobe of my ear into his mouth and gently bit on it, before kissing it.

There was nothing I wanted more than to wake up every morning next to him, even if I was tied to the bedpost.

ABOUT JULIETTE

I write erotic romance as both Juliette Banks and Rachel de Vine, and love to write about sensual, romantic and erotic characters who lead interesting lives, and who often have to overcome challenges along the way. I prefer to write erotic romance, rather than straight erotica, because I am essentially a romantic person, but I also like to involve my characters in an exciting life of Dominance and submission at different levels.

I am British, love the rural life and live in a beautiful home in the middle of the rolling English countryside. I also like to travel around the world from time to time, and have visited some beautiful and exciting places on the way. I am forever grateful that I was born in a place and at a time to take advantage of the freedoms and pleasures that are still denied to many people of the world. We must never take such freedom for granted.

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