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Thursday, October 29, 2015

#Review: Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences @SexyMuffyWilson #multicultural #erotic


THAT night…

SHE wore a flowing, form fitted white spaghetti strapped gown that cascaded in tumbled silken folds to her abdomen and revealed her breath in the soft rise of her alabaster breasts. Her eyes reflected an emerald depth with gold flecks that edged to hazel and were framed by neat, arched brows that narrowed to her temples where her heartbeat announced the rhythm of her life. Her only adornment was a starkly white gardenia nestled in the curves of her auburn. The heavy floral fragrance of the corsage announced her arrival as she glided elegantly to her aisle and settled, like a dove, into her center seat. She was alone…but not for long.

Would she regret her indulgence?

HE was a towering, self-assured giant of a black man, chest broad and arms outstretched in opulent black leather. His intense black eyes locked irresistibly onto her and declared his hunger. The opera house erupted with his full bass-baritone harmony. His musical seduction began, and his hypnotic gaze was met by her eager response as she answered his desire with a blush.

But, was his desire enough?

THEY spent an insatiable night together in Room 457 of the Historic Whitcomb Hotel locked in a magnetic embrace riding moonbeams of passion and ribbons of desire that wove them irretrievably together in ways that only the future would disclose—a future neither of them ever anticipated. Would the secrets of the past, of that one night, prove too much to bear as the future unfolds the truth and the depths of her desperate need?

Would the life and death struggle she faced overshadow the seeds of love planted a decade earlier?

****Nona's Review****

This story is a very interesting mix of erotic romance and sweet family story. It begins when young woman Jordan attends a concert featuring opera star Mason. He notices her in the audience and seems to sing especially for her. She responds to his overwhelming presence and the two to them spend a passionate night together.

Years later, we discover that Jordan has given birth to Mason's daughter. She never told him of Lily's existence, because though he was separated at the time of his interlude with Jordan, he and his wife later reconciled. Jordan never wanted to interfere with his life or marriage, but now things have changed. Lily is deathly ill, in need of a liver transplant, and Mason is her last hope.

This is a very touching, emotional and, in spite of the tragic theme, enjoyable story. The sexy parts occur at the beginning and end of the story. In between we have an emotional tale about dealing with the loss of a spouse, the possible loss of a child, and the upheaval in family life that changed circumstances bring. Jordan and Mason were characters I liked and admired very much. They put their responsibilities to their children (Mason has three with his late wife, in addition to Lily) before their own concerns. Even so, their old connection stirs memories and they realize their love has never died.

I really enjoyed the supporting characters as well. Miss Maddie, the housekeeper, is a gem, wanting to protect Mason and his children while developing a soft spot for Lily and Jordan. The kids were adorable, though maybe a bit too sweet at times--there was no sibling rivalry or tussling, none of the brattiness that might be expected from even the best behaved children. This is an interracial romance, Jordan being white and Mason black.  I thought Mason's race was referred to perhaps too often in the opening chapter, though it isn't much of an issue as the story continues.  There's really not much to complain about in this story. It was a very heartfelt read.

That said, I was a bit surprised that the book concluded before all the story threads were tied up! That means a second book is in the works. I hope Ms. Wilson publishes it soon--I need to find out what happens to Lily, Jordan, Mason and everyone else! I highly recommend Moonbeams of Unintended Consequences.

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Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Changing the Slut-Shaming Culture, One Book at a Time

Slut. 

It's a nasty, dirty little word that gets bandied about. Between women and girls, between a woman and herself, her body, the culture around her, and often, her male counterparts in the school or work environment. 

Well, I say ENOUGH is enough. 


What a woman does or doesn't do with her own body is her damned business, and no one else's. Except, perhaps, her partner's. Let's be serious, folks, sex is great. Sex is amazing! If it's not, you might be doing something wrong... I'm just saying... But on the whole, sex is an expression of love and pleasure. Now I'm not saying you can't have sex without being in love, cause that's just silly. But you have to love yourself, love your body, and take pleasure in taking and giving pleasure. That's the way this whole sex thing works. 

Except, somehow, we're all Eve. No matter what you do - if you're a woman in our society - you're the seducer. You're the evil influence. You're to slut. You aren't entitled to enjoyment and pleasure of the flesh. Because you're a woman. 

Again, here, I call BULLSHIT. 

There was this great video circulating about a month back that I loved. This is the opposite of slut-shaming and the walk of shame. This is taking pride in your stride. If you haven't seen the video, here's a link: http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/b03e988362/walk-of-no-shame-with-amber-rose?_cc=__d___&_ccid=fzjvi5.nvhucw

It's brilliant. 


Now, onto this whole not being a slut thing. We've turned slut into a dirty word. But... what if it's not? What if it's okay to be a slut? What if it's great to be a slut? Not in a negative way. Not in a derogatory kind of way. But in a "yeah, I like sex, and I have a lot of it," kind of way??? Wouldn't that be nice? 

There's this kind of recurring theme in most of my books about a woman embracing her sexuality, about flying in the face of the demure, virginal, construct that implies women only want to have sex to please their man, to keep him happy, and to procreate his children. 

In my first novel, Layla Morgan is plagued by the idea that she's wild, wanton, and it's been a curse her entire life. Until she meets Tyler, and his sexual appetites coincide with her own. There are several other books that revisit this theme of a woman embracing her sexuality, about not being ashamed of her own body, or her needs. Of knowing what she wants and going after it, because she wants it, because she deserves it. She breaks free of this archaic idea that she has to be a proper lady. She realizes that her wild streak and her passion are two of the reasons that she is who she is. They are a part of her, and she embraces them. She even uses that passion and wildness to find her own bold voice and solve a murder case. 


In some of my most recent titles, this theme has come to light again. 


In To Sir, Liz is dealing with the lingering issues of mental and emotional abuse as a child in a household of strict parents. She doesn't understand how her assertive, rebellious streak could coincide with a submissive side. She doesn't understand the difference between being forced to submit, and choosing to submit. Through this journey she goes on, she realizes there is freedom in submission, in letting Chase take care of her needs, in acknowledging what she wants and needs. She comes out of this journey realizing who she is a person, and how she can embrace love and submission and not feel one ounce of guilt about either one. 


My most recent release Belle By Night, goes back to this theme. Only this time, it's a bit on the other end of the spectrum. Anna (aka Annabelle) is a Domme, but she only plays one on the phone sex line. She's been burned in the bedroom before by a past lover who called her a freak for liking a little kink in her sex life. Obviously he wasn't man enough for her, but it leaves her gun-shy of embracing that dominant side of herself, about finding it acceptable, even wonderful, to engage that side of herself. She finds a new man, her special pet, and he not only tolerates her dominance, but revels in it. She spends a long time in the book grappling with this idea that love isn't for her, that she's a freak for wanting to issue orders and dish out a sprinkling of pain in the bedroom,that she's been burned one too many times by men who weren't alpha enough, brave enough, to stick by her side through thick and thin. Until she finds the most alpha of men in her pet submissive. 



I explore this theme in several of my other titles as well. Gingerbread Photography is about two bisexual men, one of whom has a hard time being openly affectionate with his male partner, who decide that their sweet photographer, Lexie, might be the answer to their prayers. This book explores not only a woman's sexuality and coming to terms with the idea of being a slut, but also delves into the idea of acceptable definitions of love and sex, and with Ben coming to terms with not only his relationship with Walker, but their new relationship with Lexie, and what that means for them. 

It is also a theme that crops up in my other titles, Queen of Hearts, An Engagement in Paris, and Spicy with a Side of Cranberry Sauce.



The one title that has the best overt scene about slut-shaming is Break Through The Ice, which was rereleased earlier this year. There's actually an entire scene in this story about slut-shaming that I want to share with you today. In this scene, my hero, Vince, and my heroine, Jaz, have just hooked up for the first time. They barely know each other, but their connection is strong, and they decided to go for it. 


Vince slid his fingers into her hair and kissed her deeply. Then he lifted his head and grinned at the sated expression on her face and the sparkle in her eyes. He loved that he’d put that look there.
 “You probably think I’m a huge slut now, don’t you?”
 He laughed. Every time she opened her mouth, something unexpected came out. Was he surprised that she’d invited him back to her cabin tonight? Delightfully so. But if she believed it made him think less of her, she had this image of him in her head that wasn’t at all like the real him. “Do you?”
 “I know I’m not a slut, so that doesn’t really matter.”
 “I meant do you think I’m a slut. Or a man-ho, or whatever it’s called these days.” It saddened him that she might have built him up as an untouchable hero, the lady’s man movie star who bedded every woman he encountered.
 “Of course not.”
 He tried to hide his sigh of relief, but at her smile he knew he’d failed. “Well, okay then. Same answer here.”
 She appeared pleased by his response. Worried he might be crushing her, he shifted. But she didn’t unwrap herself to let him slide away.
 “I’m not a porcelain doll. You’re fine right where you are.” There was amusement and an edge of something darker in her voice.
 “How did you know what I was thinking?”
 She shrugged one bare shoulder, and he couldn’t help dipping his head to lick a bead of sweat sliding down her skin. She shivered, and he continued to kiss and lick her shoulder, neck, and collarbone. Slowly, she lowered her legs. He slipped free of her warmth.
 Jaz pushed him until he flipped onto his back. “So, we both agree. We’re not sluts,” she said as she pulled off the condom.
 He nodded.
 She wrapped the condom in a tissue then dropped it in the wastebasket beside the bed before returning her adept fingers to his quickly reviving shaft. As she stroked him, he thickened, lengthening in her palm.
 He encircled her wrist with his fingers and stilled her movements. “I’m out of condoms.” He’d only had one just in case condom in his wallet, damn it. He’d have to risk rushing her through the dark camp to his own cabin. Somewhere in his luggage there were more. He never went anywhere without them. It sucked to be unprepared when the unexpected happened.

 She grinned. “I’m not.”



So, there you have it folks. Want to be a slut and have lots of amazing dirty sex?? Go for it. And enjoy every second of it! 

~Rach

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Super Book Blast: Pretty When You Cry @skye_warren #darkromance #giveaway @GoddessFish


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I came from a place of dirt floors and holy scriptures. They told me the world outside is full of sin, and the first night I escape, I know it’s true. Ivan saves me, but he does more than that. He takes me. He makes me his own girl.

My conditioning runs too deep. Ivan sees what I am.

That’s the thing about showing a mouse to a cat. He wants to play. And it’s terrifying, even for me. Because the only thing darker than my past is his.



Excerpt:

The bed is the largest one I’ve ever seen, but somehow too small for two people. Too small if one of the people is Ivan. He’s physically large and, more than that, terrifying. What will he do to me? I can’t fight him. God, I’m not sure I want to try. Home.

In the end I push back the heavy blankets, almost as thick as my sleeping pallet in Harmony Hills, and climb onto the bed. The pillow is perfectly soft, so clean, and I let myself drift away. I’m floating on a cloud, plush and high up.

I dream in those moments. I dream about color and light. I dream about the sky.

There is a deep voice from above and all around me, telling me to get on my knees. Commanding me to pray. This is the first time in my life I’ve ever skipped bedtime prayers. The first time I haven’t begged for salvation. I’m not going to beg, not ever again.

The hand on my face doesn’t feel angry. It isn’t a slap for my insolence. It strokes down my temple and cups my cheek. My eyes flutter open. Ivan.

His hand falls away.

“Candace,” he says in the same deep voice of my dream.

And there’s a look in his eyes, the same look Leader Allen gives Mama. The same look he started giving me. That look is the reason Mama sent me away.

“You’ll stay here,” he says softly. “I don’t want you to dance, but you can stay.”

The allure of it beats through me, a heart of its own, thumping away to a dream that isn’t mine. Safety. Home. I want those things, but I want freedom more. I want the flash of lights and of skin. I want the power those women had onstage.

Ivan wants to put me in a cage, but what I really want is to fly.

“Okay,” I lie, because one sin becomes many. Leader Allen taught me that, and he was right. I’ll convince Ivan, though. One day I’ll dance on that stage, and Ivan will watch me.

One day he’ll teach me everything there is to know.

“Good girl.”

The praise washes over me, undeserved and darkly pleasurable, a stroke along my spine. It feels good, but I know what it is. A trap. A chain around my ankle to keep me on the ground. In this moment, it locks me so tight that I’d accept anything he did to me. If he were to touch me the way the woman with the kind eyes meant. The way Leader Allen touches Mama during prayer.

Ivan leans down, and I hold my breath. Large hands take hold of the blanket, lift slightly. I feel everything between us—anticipation and denial, lust and fear corded together. We feel them together, breathe them in through the air, pulse them with each beat of our hearts. It’s a kind of knowledge, this feeling, connecting a thousand nerve points to the core of my body. This is what he meant by teaching me. This and so much more.

Then he pulls the blanket higher, tucking it around me. “Good night,” he says, eyes glittering in the dark.

He is silver and light, made even brighter by the shadows behind him. It’s strange, the disappointment I feel that he isn’t going to touch me. He isn’t going to teach me. Not tonight. “Good night,” I whisper back.

Then he’s gone, shutting the door against the dark, locking me in. And I slide away into sleep, without dreams, without color, with only the shameless black of contentedness, knowing I am safe for the night.


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Friday, October 16, 2015

#SatSpanks Blog Hop BELLE BY NIGHT

Welcome back everyone! It's time for another round of the Saturday Spankings Blog Hop!

Today, I again want to share a little scene from my most recent release. Last time, I shared a self-spanking scene. Today's is a bit different, and happens during another call between Mistress Belle, and her pet. This time, however, Belle is going to use her whip...



“Let’s see… I think for your impertinence tonight, we shall start with a light whipping. Stay on your knees, but lean forward onto the bed, rest on your forearms, and let your forehead lie between them.” She lifted her short whip, with a dozen foot-long leather strips, and cracked it, letting it land on a bench at the end of her bed. The loud crack through the air made her smile. 
She heard him groan. 
“Such a naughty boy, calling me, already stripped bare. You were so sure I was going to let you come, were you, pet?” She swung the whip again. Snap. Crack.




Anna by day, but Belle by night, Annabelle Stevens trades in her classroom ruler for a telephone and leather bustier when the sun goes down. With her heart set on finishing her Master’s degree and opening her own low-cost preschool, she had to earn extra cash somehow. And as a phone sex operator, she makes more than she could working three day jobs. But when day and night collide, Mistress Belle’s favorite caller jeopardizes her normal life, and she has to choose--the dream she’s always wanted, or the secret identity that lets her be the Domme she truly is.

Widower Dean Wellington has one goal in life: to be the best father he can be to his autistic son, Preston. But when he realizes he’s falling far short, he fears he can’t give Preston everything he needs alone. When his search for a wife leads to one disastrous date after another, he finds solace in the unlikeliest of places: a phone sex operator. He knows Mistress Belle can’t be appropriate mother material, but when she orders him to bend his will to hers, he’s lost to the passionate storm she calls forth.

When Dean realizes he’ll never find a better mother for his son than Preston’s teacher Anna, he has to choose between the Mistress that brings out his darkest desires, and giving his son everything he deserves. Little does Dean know that the choice may not be a choice at all.


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Saturday, October 10, 2015

#MSS113 Belle By Night

Hey All,

Welcome back to the Diva's site.

This Saturday I am thrilled to be participating in the My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop again. It's been so long since I was able to join the hop, and I've missed it. This week's theme is "all about sexy" and have I got some sexy to share with you! Below is a little scene from my latest release, Belle By Night, a story about a preschool teacher who is a Dominatrix phone sex operator by night. :-p



It was a lot of fun to write this book, and I hope you enjoy this snippet. This is one of Belle's calls with her new favorite submissive, a man she has dubbed pet. Little does she know that her newest caller is one of her student's father.


She laughed. “Good boy. I want you to stand and go to the end of your bed.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He rose on bent legs and shuffled to the edge of the mattress. He released his hands from behind his back and rolled his shoulders a few times before getting off the bed. Every movement was exquisite torture, the nubs rubbing his aching cock over and over again. The stimulation was almost too much to bear. “In position,” he said, his voice strangled.
“Oh, my, you are quite primed for me, aren’t you, pet?”
“Yes, Mistress. So hard I can barely stand it.”
“Good. That is the way I like you.” She swung the whip again. He listened to the strands of leather swish and hit. “Bend over the bed. Put your hands behind your back. Hold each elbow in the opposite hand. I want your ass in the air, your cock dangling, feeling the weight of the sleeve it’s in. Put your head to the side and rest your cheek on the bed.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He moved to comply. Putting his hands behind his back and locking his fingers around his elbows, he bent forward. He moaned as the sleeve tugged his cock. “Oh. Fuck.” He panted.
“Good boy.” He could hear the smile in her voice. He soaked up the praise. Shivers coursed through him. He wouldn’t be able to last much longer. At the same time, he didn’t want it to end. Ever.


Want more?? Grab your copy of Belle By Night here:


Anna by day, but Belle by night, Annabelle Stevens trades in her classroom ruler for a telephone and leather bustier when the sun goes down. With her heart set on finishing her Master’s degree and opening her own low-cost preschool, she had to earn extra cash somehow. And as a phone sex operator, she makes more than she could working three day jobs. But when day and night collide, Mistress Belle’s favorite caller jeopardizes her normal life, and she has to choose--the dream she’s always wanted, or the secret identity that lets her be the Domme she truly is.

Widower Dean Wellington has one goal in life: to be the best father he can be to his autistic son, Preston. But when he realizes he’s falling far short, he fears he can’t give Preston everything he needs alone. When his search for a wife leads to one disastrous date after another, he finds solace in the unlikeliest of places: a phone sex operator. He knows Mistress Belle can’t be appropriate mother material, but when she orders him to bend his will to hers, he’s lost to the passionate storm she calls forth.


When Dean realizes he’ll never find a better mother for his son than Preston’s teacher Anna, he has to choose between the Mistress that brings out his darkest desires, and giving his son everything he deserves. Little does Dean know that the choice may not be a choice at all.


Thursday, October 8, 2015

#New! A Wish Granted by Leela Lou Dahlin #eroticromance @LeelaLou_2 #Excerpt

Good morning, friends! I'm happy to welcome author buddy Leela Lou Dahlin today to celebrate the release of her brand new romance, A Wish Granted! She's also agreed to share an exclusive excerpt of the story with us here at The Divas of Desire. Hooray! Take it away, Leela...

This story started as a way to see if I could write a story that would be engaging. In 2010 I entered my first attempt in The Stroke of Midnight contest by Passionate Ink and I was a finalist. That was the beginning of me taking my writing seriously. This story has had a good number of changes but I love Allyn and Logan more now than I did when I first met them and I can’t wait until you meet them too.

A Wish Granted Blurb

Allyn Hauser likes sex, and she loves to play…role play. For her special guy, she’ll be the college professor to his frat boy, the damsel in distress to his greedy mechanic or the demanding client to his red hot masseuse. This sexy role play allows her to be close to the man she wants and having the hottest sex she’s ever had, while attempting to keep her heart at a distance. The man in question is the brother of her best friend, the most sought after bachelor, and all around Adonis…Logan Patterson.

With her best friend getting married everything is about to change and she's trying to be okay with that, but the week of the wedding Allyn's world starts to fall apart. Allyn must decide if is she going to keep her true feelings concealed and live with the lies or will she stop hiding behind the games, risk it all, and accept what Logan’s offering as A Wish Granted.


Exclusive Excerpt

“Ask me,” he whispers in a voice I shouldn’t hear over the loud music but since I’m staring at his mouth the words are clear.

“What? I thought that was my line, and I thought you didn’t want to play with me anymore?” This is a surprising turn of events. One, he was starting the game again, and two, it sounds like we may be able to get back to where we were. What was that going to do to my decision? I didn’t know and right now I don’t care.

“We aren’t allowed to change the rules? Are you the only one who gets to make up the game or change the tone or whatever it is you do when you decide I’m the pool boy to your housewife, farmer to your milkmaid, cop to your prisoner, or doctor to your patient that has a problem with her naughty bits?”

“Of course you are allowed to change the rules, and since I didn’t think you wanted to play my games with me, the question came as a surprise.”

“A pleasant surprise?”

“Yes, Logan, a very pleasant surprise.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to play games with you. I love your cupcakes Allyn, but I want the full meal. The appetizer, the salad, the main dish, the side dishes, the entree and then topped off with a cupcake.” Logan is stealing my heart again and to music this time. “I want all of you…the good, the sad, the vulnerable, the whole damn package. I just want you to try and let me in so I can spend some time just with you. If I can’t partake in the entire buffet right now that’s okay. I’m willing to wait. You’re too much of a caring person to leave me hungry and unfulfilled forever.”

“I don’t know what to say to that. You’ve overwhelmed my senses with your statements but for now, I am willing to try.”

“That’s my girl. So now that I’ve satisfied your quest for knowledge I will submit my request again. Ask me, Allyn.”

I took in a deep breath and let it out. “Who are you today?”

“I’m so glad you asked my beautiful Allyn. I’m the big bad wolf to your little red riding hood,” he says as he sways with me. His lips are so close to my ear, I can feel the moist heat like a soft kiss and it arouses me like we are the only ones in the building. “Don’t worry I am going to give you a nice head start.” He brought me back to where he picked me up before the dance. “See you in the woods, Allyn.”



Author Bio
At a very young Leela Lou Dahlin started reading the romance novels her grandmother left around the house during her summer vacations. She learned early that she enjoyed the type of story that could make you feel like you had fluttering butterflies in your stomach and bring tears to your eyes.

Leela tries to create the emotional and endearing stories she adored as a child and continues to love to this day. She resides in SW Pennsylvania working as a RN Case Manager during the day and spinning her sweetly sexy stories by night.

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Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Release Day BELLE BY NIGHT #Giveaway

Hey everyone!

Thanks for stopping by to celebrate with me. I am happy to report that Belle By Night is now live at Loose Id! http://www.loose-id.com/belle-by-night.html

Anna by day, but Belle by night, Annabelle Stevens trades in her classroom ruler for a telephone and leather bustier when the sun goes down. With her heart set on finishing her Master’s degree and opening her own low-cost preschool, she had to earn extra cash somehow. And as a phone sex operator, she makes more than she could working three day jobs. But when day and night collide, Mistress Belle’s favorite caller jeopardizes her normal life, and she has to choose--the dream she’s always wanted, or the secret identity that lets her be the Domme she truly is.

Widower Dean Wellington has one goal in life: to be the best father he can be to his autistic son, Preston. But when he realizes he’s falling far short, he fears he can’t give Preston everything he needs alone. When his search for a wife leads to one disastrous date after another, he finds solace in the unlikeliest of places: a phone sex operator. He knows Mistress Belle can’t be appropriate mother material, but when she orders him to bend his will to hers, he’s lost to the passionate storm she calls forth.
 When Dean realizes he’ll never find a better mother for his son than Preston’s teacher Anna, he has to choose between the Mistress that brings out his darkest desires, and giving his son everything he deserves. Little does Dean know that the choice may not be a choice at all.



This book has been one of my favorites. The concept was one I've been thinking about writing for a long time. Earlier this year, I actually sat down to write it. This was a Camp Nano project that I worked on in the month of July. I wrote 50K in about 3 weeks, and then worked on revisions and ended up adding another 10K in the final week of Camp Nano. I really love Dean and Annabelle. They're great characters, and they were a lot of fun to play with and write about.

And we are now live on ARe! https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-bellebynight-1901194-147.html 

And on Amazon! http://amzn.to/1Lh26jd

To celebrate my release day, I'm going to give away a free e-book copy to one lucky commenter! Comment below for a chance to win!


Friday, October 2, 2015

#SatSpanks Blog Hop - BELLE BY NIGHT

Hello all! Welcome to the Divas of Desire site. We're hot erotic romance authors aching to make you sizzle. 


Today, I have a short scene from my new release, Belle By Night. Belle is a Dominatrix phone sex operator, who also happens to be a preschool teacher (during the day) and this is one of her scenes (via the phone) with her new infatuation, a man she has dubbed pet

I hope you enjoy! 




His breathing deepened more, the sound loud in her ear, egging her on. She grabbed the vibrator with her free hand and pressed it so hard into her clit she cried out.
“Such a good pet. Spank yourself now. I’m going to come, and I want to hear those smacks of your hand against your ass.”
A loud smack made her jump. Her sheath clenched hard. She bucked against the vibrator. Another smack and groan. “One.” 
The orgasm sucked her under as she heard the next impact. 

Mmmm, well, I like that scene a lot. It was a lot of fun to write, and I hope it was a lot of fun for you to read.

Belle By Night goes live Tuesday.

Anna by day, but Belle by night, Annabelle Stevens trades in her classroom ruler for a telephone and leather bustier when the sun goes down. With her heart set on finishing her Master’s degree and opening her own low-cost preschool, she had to earn extra cash somehow. And as a phone sex operator, she makes more than she could working three day jobs. But when day and night collide, Mistress Belle’s favorite caller jeopardizes her normal life, and she has to choose--the dream she’s always wanted, or the secret identity that lets her be the Domme she truly is.

Widower Dean Wellington has one goal in life: to be the best father he can be to his autistic son, Preston. But when he realizes he’s falling far short, he fears he can’t give Preston everything he needs alone. When his search for a wife leads to one disastrous date after another, he finds solace in the unlikeliest of places: a phone sex operator. He knows Mistress Belle can’t be appropriate mother material, but when she orders him to bend his will to hers, he’s lost to the passionate storm she calls forth.


When Dean realizes he’ll never find a better mother for his son than Preston’s teacher Anna, he has to choose between the Mistress that brings out his darkest desires, and giving his son everything he deserves. Little does Dean know that the choice may not be a choice at all. 


Check out the rest of the Saturday Spankings Blog hop here: 

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#Newrelease: Desperate Decision by G.E. Taylor #multicultural #romance

Desperate Decision

Allison North’s flight to freedom is dangerous and desperate. As she scrambles into the stranger’s car crying “drive,” she prays to God this is not her last day on earth. Usually not a gambler, this move is high-stake gambling. Bruised, battered, and with no money, she needs a place to hide and heal until she finds work as a pastry chef. When the stranger offers her shelter, she takes it even as fear rushes up her throat and threatens to choke her. Would she live to regret her decision?

Mason Franklin cannot believe his eyes but, with her urgent cry ringing in his ears, he presses the gas and the car leaps forward. What had possessed her to do such a dangerous act? He intends to find out. But no amount of probing loosened her tongue. Just when he decides to let her go, he accidently sees her bruised body. Angry that someone did that to her made him want to meet the coward. He offers her shelter. Under his roof, he discovers she is the pastry chef who could not only lift his business to the top, but who built up a need in him that only she can satisfy. The wild passion they share can only lead to one conclusion.

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    The cold November air hit Allison hard, chilled her bones, and caused instant goose flesh to rise and cover her skin. She hunched over momentarily trying to ward off the chill. Her eyes scanned the train station as a possible place to hide, but she discarded the idea immediately.  It was too open. The streets across from the apartment were busy and not easy to cross.  Estimating her chance of crossing them before being captured, the odds were against her. She would not have the time or the strength to do it before they caught up with her. Moving as fast as she could, she walked across the courtyard, down the embankment to the sidewalk.
    Several cars and other vehicles waited at the stoplight. Making a desperate decision, she stepped up quickly to a car and yanked the handle. The door opened and she scrambled inside, slammed the door shut, and locked it. The light changed from red to green. The driver, startled, pressed the gas. The car leaped forward only to stop abruptly. Several horns blasted behind him instantly.
    “What the fuck!”           
    “Drive! Please drive,” she begged.
    The sound of her voice carried a desperation that commanded him to obey. The car leaped forward as two people, a man and a woman, dashed into the courtyard. They hurried through the wrought iron gate onto the sidewalk looking up and down the street, peering into cars as they drove by. Allison eased down on the floor of the car until the stranger’s car circled the green and headed toward South Street. Her heart pumped furiously, and she swallowed with difficulty. Lifting her shaky hand, she eased herself upon the seat. She had no idea what she would say to this stranger when he stopped his car. He must think she was insane or had escaped from somewhere. She hadn’t. This was the first time in her life that she’d ever done anything like this.
    He pulled into the parking lot at the supermarket, flung his door open, and walked around his car to the back right door. His long strides reached it before Allison got out. As she pushed against the door, he pulled it open.  He was furious with her for not only scaring the living hell out of him, but for doing this unthinkable act. What could have possessed her to do it? She’d better have a damn good reason.
    With both feet firmly planted on the blacktop, she was ready to stand, but she could not lift her body. He stood solidly in her path, one arm resting on top of the door effectively cutting off her escape. Dressed in black jeans, cream polo shirt, and light black jacket, his body allowed little room for her to move.
    Allison looked up at him and swallowed nervously. He was lean and taller than Douglas, so she would say he was over six foot tall. His face was deeply tanned, his blond hair shaped his head perfectly, and straight brows enhanced his cold blue eyes that were not looking at her in a friendly way. His nose was straight, jaws firm and square, his lips slightly full and sensual. His hard eyes concentrated on her steadily.  A strong current of anger radiated from him. She felt it, and cursed Douglas fervently in her mind. There was a leached control about him that frightened her. Most of all, she needed to be on her way. The quicker she apologized, the faster she could leave, she decided.
    “I’m sorry, very sorry, I startled you back there,” she said sincerely.  “Thank you for helping me. Again, I’m truly sorry. I’ll leave you now.”
    “Like hell you will! Not so fast,” he stated, not moving an inch as he continued to look at her. Despite the anger that ran through him, the sound of her voice drew his attention. It reminded him of warm honey. He liked it, and he could hear genuine regret in her tone. She was also very nervous, and she should damn well be, for the stunt she just pulled. He wasn’t ready to let her walk away from him. Her skin was light brown, and he wondered what her eyes looked like. The huge dark glasses she stared at him through hid them very well.
    His eyes on her were unnerving. She couldn’t help but move restlessly in her seat. If only he would move. Each minute he delayed her was making it easier for Douglas’s friend to find her.
    “What made you do such a foolish thing?”
    “Under ordinary circumstances, I wouldn’t have done it.” The thought of how close she came to involving him in an accident made her stomach turn.

    “Care to describe the circumstance?”

About G.E. Taylor
I became hooked on reading romance novels during my teen years and my attempt at writing began in high school. All of my manuscripts were mailed under my bed. Eventually, I threw out most of them. That was painful especially since I’d hand written them first, then typed them on my old typewriter.
In college I majored in English but ended up with a Master in Social Work and a Master in Education.
Though I had these different career paths, I never gave up my passion for writing. Now I’m much more committed to it and writing full time. I’ve drawn on my years of practicing social work to give my work authenticity and realism.
I live in New Jersey with my family.

Thursday, October 1, 2015

#BlogTour & #Review: Something for the Pain #SFTP #VictoriaAshleyAuthor

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tag17Tempting, inked and highly addictive. Alex is all that and more… 
      I’ve made a lot of mistakes – ones I’m not proud of, and definitely ones that have left their marks both mentally and physically. 
     Things got lonely; I got lost in my own fucked up mind and in the end it left me fucked out of my mind and unable to fight – or at least win. That life’s over for me and I’ve moved on. 
     Six months into tattooing at Blue’s and already I’m the most wanted and sought out tattooist. My biggest clientele consists of women. They come into the shop, end up in my bed and we both come out happy. It’s been my release since I’ve stopped fighting. It’s become part of the “new” me. 
     But when Tripp reappears in my life, I can’t deny the fact that I would do anything for that girl. 
     So when she asks me to move in with her and her ‘boyfriend’ – our other childhood friend – I never expected for things to get so fucked up and twisted that I would find myself only more attracted to her by each passing second or wanting to protect her from everything that isn’t me.
     I have worked so hard over the years to suppress my feelings for her but when I find out that her and Lucas have been having an open relationship, I have the strong urge to rip his heart straight from his chest – to destroy the very thing that keeps him breathing. 
     What I didn’t expect was for Lucas to ask what he did. For him to ask me to do the one thing I have secretly longed for since I was old enough to know what the need was. The second thing I never expected was the look of need that I saw in Tripp’s eyes when he asked. 

One night of free passion could change our lives forever. I never said that was a good  thing either… GR Something for the Pain teaser tag19I hear my door push open, but I’m too tired to acknowledge it. It can’t be any later than seven thirty in the morning, so I just stay lying on my stomach.
      I hear something get set down on my computer desk before I feel the bed dip down next to me. It must be Lucas saying goodbye before he has to get ready for work.
      Groaning, I reach out and grip his upper thigh, surprised at how hard and thick it feels in my hand. I guess I never really paid his legs much attention before. “Ughhhh… my head. Why did you give me all those shots last night? I feel like hell.” I run my hand up higher, stopping just below his package. Why does he feel so good right now?
     “You look like hell too,” Alex says playfully.
     Shocked, I let go of his thigh and grip onto the sheet to cover my bare breasts, while maneuvering my way to my knees. I almost forgot that Alex finally moved his stuff in last night. Man, I really must’ve had a few too many shots.
     “Crap, Alex. I thought you were Lucas.” I reach up with one hand to cover my face as my head starts pounding. “I guess I drank a little too much last night.” I pull my hand away and squint from the light shining in my room. “I almost grabbed your dick, Alex. You weren’t even going to say anything?”
      Grinning, Alex stands up, and I can’t help but to notice how sexy he looks, wearing only a tight pair of boxer briefs. Not only do I get him as a roommate, but now I’ll also have to see him running around in his underwear. Talk about a distraction.
      “Just a few too many.” He runs his hand through his wet hair. “And I’m not going to stop something that feels good. I’m sure your hand was enjoying it too much. Now sit up straight.”
I watch as Alex walks over to my desk and grabs a plate and a glass of something. My head hurts too much to even pay attention to his words. “What’s this?” I ask as he sets the plate on my lap. “You made me breakfast?”
      He sets the glass down on the nightstand beside me and I peek over to see that it’s orange juice. “Yeah.” Without another word, he walks into the bathroom. I almost think he’s going back to his room, until he emerges a few seconds later, holding something in his hand. He places two pills into my hand and crosses his arms over his chest. “Ibuprofen. Take those and eat your food.”
      Not questioning him, I do as told. The first bite of food causes me to smile at its deliciousness. “Oh my goodness, Alex.” I point down at the toast before taking another bite and quickly chewing it. “This is absolutely delicious. Wow.”
      He smiles. “Tell me something I don’t know.” I toss a piece of egg at his head. “Cocky much?” I laugh as he grabs my hand and takes a bite of the eggs that I was just about to eat. “Very much so.” He chews the eggs and rubs a hand over his stiff abs. “What you doing before work?”
     “I was going to stop by and visit Tara. You want to come with?”
     He nods his head and starts backing away to the bathroom. “Yeah. I’m sure she misses the shit out of me.”
      I laugh, accidentally spitting the mouthful of toast out. “Seriously?” I cover my mouth and smile. “It’s only been like a week. Trust me, she does not miss you.”
      He flashes me his dimples. “We’ll see about that.” He gets ready to walk out of my room, but stops and grabs onto the frame. “Oh and Lucas left for work already. He said he’ll see you around one.”
      Figures he wouldn’t say bye. “Alright… thanks.” I take a sip of my orange juice. “I’ll shower after I eat and then we can go. Sound good?”
      “Everything out of your mouth sounds good.” He attempts to catch the egg in his mouth as I throw it at him. “You have a horrible aim. I’m going to go downstairs and work out for about twenty minutes and then take a quick shower. I’ll shower downstairs so I don’t slow you down.”
       Eyeing his body up and down, I swallow, remembering the dirty sounds coming from the downstairs shower last night. I tried so hard to block them out, but it was pretty hard to miss. I have to admit that hearing Alex fuck, both turned me on and bothered me at the same time. A part of me wanted to imagine myself taking her place, while the other part wanted to pretend that I wasn’t imagining it at all.
      Then Lucas came up here saying dirty things to me about Alex… once again, turning me on so bad that I practically knocked him down and jumped on his dick. We had wild, meaningless sex, and then I sent him down to his room. Sleeping in the same bed as Lucas is something that I haven’t done yet. I’ve only slept next to Alex, and for some reason… I want to keep it that way for now. 
      “Sounds good. We can take your truck.” I smile while taking another bite of food.
      “You just can’t get enough of my awesome driving, can you? You like it fast and wild.” He winks. “I like that.”
       I point my fork at him. “Just hurry up so we can get going.”
      “Sure thing, babe.” He dodges out of my room, leaving me grinning from ear to ear. He always has a way of making me smile. I honestly don’t know what I would do without him.

***Nona's review of Something for the Pain by Victoria Ashley***

     Something for the Pain is the very intense, erotic story of Alex, a tattoo artist, and his best friend Tripp, who serves drinks at a bar. They have been best friends since childhood, bonded by lives of abuse and abandonment. Through all their trials and tribulations, they've been there for each other. They are so close, in fact, that they don't realize they are in love. Or rather, they fight their feelings, never acknowledging their romantic love for each other. They're terrified taking that step would destroy their friendship, which means the world to them.
     So Alex plays around with any number of women and feels nothing for them while Tripp moves in with Lucas, her supposed boyfriend. But she won't be happy until she convinces Alex to move into their house with them. As you can imagine, lots of complications ensue. Things get really heated when Lucas wants to indulge a kinky fantasy and watch the two of them get it on. This gives Alex and Tripp the perfect excuse to tear up the sheets, which is what they've wanted all along. Of course, once is not going to be enough.
    The author does a good job of showing how devoted Tripp and Alex are to each other. She also does well showing how their relationship grew from their past hurts. I did feel the reason for them staying apart was a bit weak, especially since they spend so much time flirting with each other and exchanging sexy banter. She's "Firecracker" and he's "Stud." There's no hiding how they feel, and it was a little frustrating that they took so long to face up to it.
     The way Alex used other women to get his mind off of Tripp made him rather unsympathetic to me at times. Tripp was using Lucas pretty much the same way, although it was hard to muster any sympathy for Lucas. He basically got what he deserved. Once Alex and Tripp got together, it was pretty clear Lucas would be on his way out.
     The characters are young, hungry for each other and can't keep a lid on their feelings. The sex scenes are off the charts. Readers who thrill to angsty stories of lovers who can't be together yet can't stay away will be hooked.

  

SFTP teaser tag15Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion. 
      She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorites shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood. 
      She is the author of Wake Up Call, This Regret, Slade, Hemy, Cade, Thrust, and Get Off on the Pain. Victoria is currently working on more releases for 2015.

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