I can’t wait for August 11th to come! Know why? Okay, you can probably guess by the title of this post and the great big, in-your-face cover below.
Hotter with A Pole releases on August 11th!
So I have releases all the time. Why am I so excited by this one? It’s my first strictly male-male romance. And it’s smokin’ hot and strangely sweet, and I can’t wait for you to read it!
I love my Memphis set books. The five Delta Heat stories were filled with kink and fun. But then I decided to add a little touch of dangerous doings and real-life action into the Firehouse 69 sequel series. The added conflict certainly upped the angst for Hoyt and Noah in HWAP. And again, I can’t wait for you to read it!
I’ve provided an excerpt below and the links where you can pre-order the book. I do have the feeling you’re going to love it.
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Hotter With A Pole
When your heart is stuck in the wrong gear, a quick fix isn’t going to cut it.
When Noah buys a classic ’68 Camaro from a fellow firefighter’s widow, he hopes it will ease some of the grief crushing his heart. But the grinding noise under the car’s hood sends him straight to a mechanic. Something about the burly, imposing Hoyt sparks Noah’s interest, and it’s not just Hoyt’s ice-blue eyes and bad-boy biker looks. It’s the mutual interest they have—Club LaForge.
After losing his partner to cancer a year ago, Hoyt never thought he’d feel the same kind of rush with another man. But his reaction to Noah throbs deep in his body like the rumble of his Harley.
LaForge seems like the perfect place to meet and work off some sorrow, to feel alive again. But the flood of desire quickly gets hot enough to melt their emotional barriers into unexpected connections.
Connections Hoyt isn’t sure he’s ready for…especially since history has a scary way of repeating itself.
Product Warnings
Warning: Get your motor running for a Harley-riding hunk of muscle who doesn’t give a damn about the rules of being a Dom, and a firefighter who can take the heat. Buy a case of your favorite coolant. You’re gonna need it.
“My bike’s parked outside the back exit. Do you need to tell anyone goodbye?”
Noah shook his head, his stomach filling with those odd fluttery feelings again.
Hoyt walked to Noah’s clothing and handed him his pants. As Noah dressed, Hoyt’s gaze slid over his body, more intimately than it had before, lingering on his cock, his chest, then rising to meet his gaze.
Noah knew where this was going. Knew they might skip a ton of preliminaries, but he didn’t need them. His body was already tightening again. The sooner he was alone with Hoyt, really alone, he knew things would happen quickly, and he didn’t really want time to consider what any of this meant—this wild attraction, this need that centered in his chest, because he thought maybe Hoyt was every bit as lonely as he was. That there was something painful in his past. The hints of bleakness he’d seen in his eyes the day before had seemed to mirror his own pain.
For Hoyt to be this transparently intense, this eager to climb right over everything he was—a man, a Dom—to get straight to the intimacy of being with him, pointed at something.
And Noah was more than just curious now. He wanted to know who Hoyt was, what drove him, what secrets lay behind his hooded gaze. He tucked his cock inside his pants and reached for the shirt Hoyt handed him, only Hoyt didn’t let it go. Instead, the other man tugged on it, pulling Noah closer.
Noah drew a shaky breath and let himself be reeled in until they stood so close one deep breath would cause their bared chests to meet. His nipples tightened. When Hoyt leaned toward him, he closed his eyes.
A firm mouth glided over his. Noah opened. Hoyt thrust his tongue inside and then licked along Noah’s tongue, coaxing Noah’s to come into his mouth where he then sucked on it.
Noah groaned, closed the gap between their chests and went with his instincts, lifting a hand to grip the other man’s hips and aligning his clothed cock with Hoyt’s.
Hoyt clutched Noah’s ass and the back of his head and growled deep in his throat as he rubbed up and down Noah’s shaft.
Noah was in good shape, knew what a hard body felt like, but Hoyt’s muscle was more than hard, it was bulky, hot—and trembling against him.
When Hoyt broke the kiss, Noah fought the urge to follow him. Instead, he stood close, their cocks still aligned, and he knew with an unwavering certainty, he was ready for this. For Hoyt. “Let’s go,” he said.
Hi – I’m Lizzie Ashworth. Thanks, Delilah, for inviting me to your blog for the day!
It’s another hot July day, and yours is about to get hotter. Now just 99 cents (free on Kindle Unlimited), Hers to Choose is a full-length erotic romance novel. The language is salty and the story heavily spiced with BDSM.
Here’s just one of many 5 star reviews: “Loved this book. It is very well written. I love how Bryn craves the kink. I think we all would love a little kink every now and then. Highly recommend this book to anyone who loves the BDSM side of things!”
The story plunges straight to the heart of America in both setting (St. Louis and rural Ozarks) and in character. Hunting rights on her inherited Ozark farm is Bryn McClure’s emergency plan to stop foreclosure. A little BDSM on the side—she can handle that, too. But when the day arrives and she stands on her porch watching two gorgeous men walk toward her, she suddenly wonders what kind of mess she’s gotten herself into.
As cousins raised like brothers, Alex and Dan Cannon work hard to continue the successful construction/contracting business established by their fathers. Maybe not so successful are their affairs of the heart, especially when they find themselves up front and personal with the kinky side of things.
Are they naturally suited to the world of domination and submission? Or do they have to work at it to please a woman they love? Is it even possible for someone not naturally ‘kinky’ to learn to enjoy it?
Here’s an excerpt from Chapter 2:
Hair neatly braided and wearing her insulated vest, Bryn loaded the four-wheeler in the early light. Ka-boom sounded in the creek bottom soon followed by a second shot. No surprise they’d have a shot first day out, she mused as she jostled down to the cabin. After this, though, deer would be harder to find. They knew what gunshots meant.
It was exactly one hour after sunrise. Overnight temperatures had dropped below freezing and white frost coated the pastures. A spiral of smoke rose from the cabin’s old chimney, and the aromatic scent laced the cold air.
With the breakfast warming on the wood stove, she quickly cleared the table and crammed all the dirty stuff into the box. She set the lunch basket on the shelf and had just finished wiping off the table when the door opened and Dan stepped inside. Oh, he was devastating. A big hunting knife strapped to his belt and a 30-06 rifle gleamed in his gloved hands. His straw-blonde hair bristled around his orange hunting cap, and his pale stare pinned her down with an icy look.
“Good morning,” she said, offering a careful smile. Did he expect her eyes to stay lowered in a formally submissive manner? “How’re you today?”
“Damn hungry. I hope you brought enough food.” He placed the gun on the top bunk and peeled off the orange vest. “Not quite enough dinner last night, in case you’re still taking notes.”
She decided she didn’t actually like him. Anger and hostility exuded from every pore. Her body shivered at the idea of him in control over her. But then, she didn’t have to like him. She would serve him and hope that his discipline didn’t cause her to need him in some perverse way.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She carried his hot plate to the table, burning her hands. Shit. She rubbed her fingers on the sides of her jeans. “I’ll make extra from now on.”
“Great.” He threw his insulated camo jacket on the bed, revealing the white Thinsulate shirt stretched tight across his wide shoulders and chest. “Alex is still in the woods. He thinks he’s going to get another chance at that buck.” He chuckled and pulled out a chair.
She bit her lip and tried to stop gaping at his physique. What the hell was wrong with her? Was she really this starved for a man? Or were these guys extra special hot? Uh, both, damn it. She nervously smoothed her flannel shirt.
“This discipline thing…I assume you know what I’m talking about?” He shoveled a big bite of egg and biscuit into his mouth and washed it down with a gulp of coffee. He glanced at her. “Right?”
“Yes, sir.” She licked her lips nervously. “I’m at your service.”
He paused. “Your friend Wade showed me around his place. But I have no idea what you expect. Alex says spanking with your wrists tied. Is that the deal?”
“Yes, sir,” she said in a low voice, lowering her eyes. “And other discipline, if it pleases you.”
His eyes glittered at her briefly, causing her stomach to clench. She considered asking what he would like, but she suddenly didn’t have the strength. If he’d been with Wade, surely he had his own ideas. Wade knew her secrets. Her legs felt unexpectedly weak.
“We’ll get started, then.” He continued wolfing down his breakfast. “Soon as I finish eating.”
Her pulse skidded in her throat. What had she been thinking? With Ethan and their friends in St. Louis, BDSM had been a casual evening activity with alcohol, music, and lots of teasing. But she didn’t know this man. Maybe her first impressions would turn out to be wrong, but it seemed to her he could easily harbor a cruel streak. Her worry returned that this could turn into something she didn’t like at all. She grabbed the broom and swept up around the wood stove, trying not to think about it.
Dan pushed back his chair and went to his things on the upper bunk. She felt herself retreat from his intense stare.
“Miss McClure, come over here.”
Her heart thudded as she presented herself in front of him. A brief glance up at his unsmiling face caused her breath to catch. She lowered her eyes, afraid to move.
“I give you my word that I will only go as far as you want with this,” he said quietly. “Wade said you need to feel you can trust me.”
“Yes,” she replied. “I do need that. Thank you, sir.”
“Sir.” He exhaled and shook his head. After a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed one of her wrists and stretched her arm to the top of the bunk bed corner post, then pulled up the other wrist to tie them tightly together. Her face and chest jammed against the wooden post, her feet barely touching the floor.
His eyes narrowed as he tapped a slender wooden paddle against his palm then gripped it so tightly his knuckles turned white. “I guess Wade knows what you like?”
She nodded. He was obviously nervous. Her fear softened slightly.
He slammed the paddle onto the table, making her gasp, then leaned toward her so that she could see the flinty depths of his steel blue eyes. “Do you accept my authority, Miss McClure?”
“Y-yes,” she stammered. “Yes sir.” She tried to remember some of the appropriate language for a submissive. “I only want to please you, sir.”
“What’s your safe word?”
“River,’ sir.”
“‘River.’ Anything else I need to know?”
She shook her head, unable to speak as his hands slid around her waist to the fastener of her jeans. He was lowering her pants! She hadn’t anticipated this. She wore old white cotton panties. No doubt he would factor that into his opinion of her and use it to justify greater humiliation.
Heat coiled deep in her belly as he shoved the jeans and panties down to her thighs. She struggled slightly with the ties. He had taken total control over her body. This man she hardly knew was looking at her ass, and no matter how crazy it was, that made her wet. Suddenly she craved whatever pain he would give her.
“Until I figure out more about this discipline thing,” he growled near her ear, “I’m starting with ten stripes.”
Whack! She flinched as the board burned her skin. His big hand rubbed over the mark. The physical contact caught her by surprise. Her whole body tensed. The paddle stung more than she had expected.
Whack!Whack!
He wasn’t holding back. Her ass started to glow, and her clit was swelling up and throbbing between her clenched thighs. Heat spread from her buttocks over her entire body. Oh my god, this was better than she remembered.
Whack!Whack!
“Oh!” She bit her lip harder. Sweat filmed her neck as his hand caressed the painful marks. Her buttocks quivered. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Yes, it hurt, but it also turned her on like nothing else.
Whack!Whack!Whack!
Her breasts crushed against the corner post as the force of his paddling strengthened. Or maybe it was her aroused state that made it seem more forceful.
Whack!Whack!
Stronger than the rest, the last two scorched her ass and sent a bigger throb of need to her sex. Her breath came in short gasps.
She could hear his rapid breathing behind her, knew he wanted to keep paddling her. She argued with herself, tempted to ask for more. More spanking, more humiliation, more of anything. The extremity of her sudden desire shocked her. This man had a way about him. She wanted to grovel at his feet.
“Alright,” he said after a few moments. He pulled the knots loose at her wrists. “Another session tomorrow, Miss McClure.”
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It started innocently enough. A rich young man in search of adventure in sadistic humiliation. An older woman intent on her profession as dominatrix. Their crossed paths should have been six weeks of a purely business relationship.
But things never go as planned.
The story of Jarrod Bancroft becomes much more than scenes of extreme sexual kink. Hope rejected, regret and anguish, terror in captivity, and an awful truth about Jarrod’s family emerge in this richly-presented series. Jarrod Bancroft’s adventure reveals old lies, ugly threats, and the raw human need for love.
More classic Lizzie Ashworth erotic romance: Nice and Naughty Cannon Cousins series.
(Spoiler Alert: If you haven’t read Book I Hers to Choose, you might want to skip this preview)
Dan Cannon confronts the worst experience of his life when he discovers money, and lots of it, is missing from company accounts. He’s a little heartbroken over the loss of Bryn in the intimate threesome he and his cousin Alex shared with her, even though he’s happy the couple is ready to start a family. He blames himself for being distracted so much that Cannon Company has suffered. When he hires CPA Riley Montgomery to track down the money, the last thing he expects is to find himself completely distracted by the woman.
Riley can’t afford to venture off into unethical dalliance with a client, even if the client is the devastatingly handsome Dan Cannon. She tries to stay focused on the pact she’s made with her old friend and current lover Lucy Duncan, after failed marriages caused both women to swear off men. But Lucy decides Dan is too good to pass up, especially after he makes good on his threat to spank her.
Things go from bad to worse when Riley uncovers a money trail pointing to Cannon Company’s long-time employee and Lucy realizes that the sparks flying between Dan and Riley scream for friendly intervention.
F/F, F/F/M, F/M, BDSM
Check out Lizzie’s sweet, sexy romance, Faint Heart
Cara Carson only wants one thing, and it isn’t a man. Since the tragic death of her husband, she has focused on creating a business she could give herself to, a ‘marriage’ that will never leave her stunned in grief. Her recipes are perfected and the old house remodel is underway. But on this raw March morning, the contractor isn’t returning her calls, there’s a bulldozer mired in mud on the side lot, and the man operating it has managed to destroy the old willow tree she wanted saved. Furious, she charges across the mire to demand answers.
Unexpectedly and even more infuriating, she finds her feet stuck in the mud. Her arms flailing, she steams in silence as the bulldozer operator has to come carry her out.
Morgan Woods never believed in love. Until now, it’s been easy to take and leave women. This woman shouldn’t be any different, except something about her pouty pink lips and her blazing hazel eyes sails past all his defenses. His business-partner dad is sick and his businesses are struggling, but he never wants to let this bewitching woman out of his arms.
Can two broken people find a way to trust again? Or will their mistakes only add more layers to the scars already shrouding their hearts?
New Series!
Lizzie Ashworth delves into the future! What is the reality of romance and sex in 2060? The House of Rae series plunges deep into a world of terrorists, legalized prostitution, and a menu of men too delicious to ignore! The story of a young man’s challenge in an unexpected world.
Fires burn out of control contaminating crops and water supplies with poison particulate. Carbon film infection runs rampant, spreading its devastating brown death across the globe. Only the mysterious effects of pleasure energy clear the infection. Transmitted by psionic adepts from dance centers, meditation rooms, and sex houses to the healing grids, pleasure energy ignites controversy and dissent.
Or the disease is a lie fabricated by the liberty culture. According to the Brotherhood, these are nothing less than the end times, hastened by the world’s slide into moral decay. Young Josh Carter, fourth generation Brotherhood, has trained for years to combat this lie, to right the wrongs. Now the time has arrived.
Josh Carter’s mission—get inside the House of Rae sex house and take it down.
Three years after his brush with death, all Josh Carter wants is a normal life. With his days as a terrorist firmly behind him, he and Anne journey to the West Coast for her graduate scholarship in biomedical engineering at the University of California at Santa Cruz. They look forward to snuggling up in a cottage near the beach. There will be long walks on the sand, leisurely hikes in the redwoods—life will be good in the Golden State.
As they near the Santa Cruz Mountains, the road and surroundings fade. Josh grips the steering wheel as dark layers of rock shatter and groan. Grinding, crumbling, the ground deep below appears in three dimensional, holographic imagery. The vision ends as suddenly as it began, but he knows what he’s seen—a real-time, real-life view of the faulted crust beneath them clear down to the very thrust of the Pacific plate pushing underneath the Continental plate and all the molten tearing of rock that goes on down there.
Why that? Why him?
Over the coming weeks, more visions and other extrasensory phenomena plague Josh. He buries himself in his lousy job and his love for Anne. A simple life is all he wants, to watch the waves roll onshore and make love in the afternoon. Is that really too much to ask?
In a world where pleasure energy is the only cure for the horrors of brown death, what is the fate of a powerful psion who refuses the call?
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Ménage can be kind of irresistible. To write or read. Why settle for one hot lover when you can have two or more? I enjoy the challenge of writing it—figuring out how to describe all those moving parts, trying to make the scene move quickly, and still let the reader know who’s saying/touching what. And I’ll admit it. When I’m writing it, I’m that character, closing my eyes and imagining every kiss.
I’ve written a few. 🙂 The book coming May 12th, Under a Blood Moon, features a foursome (a witch, two mermen and a sea draugr). To tide you over until then, take a peek inside Two Hot!
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Afraid to spoil their friendship, Emily had been reluctant to act on her attraction to the two sexy men next door. However, when she’s caught spying on them, the men decide a little punishment is in order…
Beads of condensation, glittering jewel-like in the sputtering candlelight, ran in rivulets down the sides of Jason’s ice-cold beer.
Detail I shouldn’t have been able to note, given the fact I was thirty feet away.
As I lowered my nephew’s toy binoculars, I reflected that I had indeed sunk to a new low. You see, my bedroom window conveniently overlooked Jason and Robert’s backyard. A fact that probably never registered with the previous tenants, but one that proved too delicious to ignore after the arrival of the handsome duo. Privacy fencing, which ran down to the pier that jutted into the lake, separated the row of houses where we lived. It was high enough the neighbors on either side of ours couldn’t see into their yard, but lucky me—I had the perfect view.
Upon discovering this, I had began a furtive surveillance. One that had me cringing in embarrassment each time I greeted them in passing and feeling even more ashamed when we struck up a friendship.
We’d shared meals, drinks, late afternoon swims, watched football games together on their wide-screen TV. And still, I peeked into their backyard, waiting for those moments when they popped outside to mow the lawn or catch a few summer rays. Their bodies gleamed with sweat while raw lust warred inside me, along with the fear that I’d mess up our relationship if I let the guys know how I really felt.
My convenient perch on the windowsill afforded me a window into their private lives, and from the very beginning, I was hooked. They’d become an obsession, one frustrated by the fact they treated me like a kid sister, rather than a woman one of them might desire.
And therein lay another problem. I’d resisted the urge to seek a deeper relationship because then I’d have to choose. My libido was completely fickle, lusting after Jason’s muscled physique, then sighing over the possibilities of what Robert’s tall, bony frame and large feet hinted at. That their personalities were perfect bookends, fierce and funny, confused my heart as well.
Lucky, lucky me. I licked the sweat gathering on my upper lip while this night one of the handsome men living next door tilted his bottle and took several long sips. The look of pure bliss that softened his otherwise stern features made my chest ache.
I watched the movement of Jason’s throat as he worked it down, imagining him sipping at my overheated flesh. My skin began to tingle. My nipples beaded, crowding uncomfortably against my lace bra. My thighs clenched as a delicious wash of arousal seeped to wet the crotch of my plain panties.
The sigh he emitted as he set the bottle on the table was echoed by my own painful groan. Watching either of them had never caused my heart to skip a beat like that hint of a moan sliding on the tail of Jason’s long exhalation.
Sure, it was hotter than hell out there. I too felt the effects of the enervating heat. Record temperatures had strained the region’s resources and planned service interruptions began that night. But something about that sigh felt…un-subtle, exaggerated, maybe even dramatic. And Jason was too straightforward a man for that.
I blotted sweat from my forehead, asking myself again, What am I doing?
Only this time, my peeping hadn’t been deliberate. I’d rushed home from work and showered quickly to beat the scheduled brown-out. Then I’d stripped to my underwear, pulled back the curtains, and opened the window, hoping for a breeze to cool my skin. Sitting limply on the sill, I waited for the world to flicker into life again.
That’s when I’d noticed him, sitting in a lounge chair alone in the dark.
He wore his usual work “uniform”—khaki trousers, white shirt and a tie. Tonight, the tie hung loosened and askew, his collar opened beneath it.
Despite the lack of electricity, I could see it all. Moonlight silvered his dark hair and reflected bright as a beacon against the white shirt. The golden light from the large Citronella candle leant warmth to his skin and the amber bottle he held between his hands.
As always, he was lovely to watch, but tonight, his expression drew my attention more than his breath-stealing features. A sullen slanting of his brows, a bit of pout plumping his masculine lips, an edgy energy to his slight movements—he was either irritated or aroused.
Wanting an answer to the “either-or,” I watched. My forte is observation; my people-radar exquisitely tuned to body language and a voice’s tonal cues. My curiosity and my lust were caught. No way could I back away from my window now.
The bottle tapped the table as he set it aside. A long-fingered hand tugged the knot of his tie, dragging it from his neck.
When he began to undo the row of buttons down the front of his shirt, I settled deeper on the sill, leaning closer, but taking care to keep my pale body hidden behind the sheer curtain.
The edges of the shirt parted over a broad, nicely muscled chest. My gaze zeroed in on taut lean abs dusted with dense fur the same color as his close-cropped black hair that stretched nipple to nipple then ran along a thin dark line to slip beneath his zipper.
His hand stroked his chest, scratching through the hair, the faint crinkling sound causing my own chest to tighten, my nipples to surge.
A light sheen of sweat glimmered on his chest and belly. Again, my tongue swept my lips, tasting salt, and I imagined I lapped the dew right off his skin.
When a lazily roaming hand slid over his belly, I tensed, fascinated as he swept the flat plane. Would he be hard or desk-soft? His stomach looked firm. So, I enjoyed fantasizing that he was and touched my own stomach, following his path.
His hand slid down to the knot bulging behind his fly, and he cupped it. Squeezed.
My own hands itched to replace his and grew still, clenching against the fantasy of holding his burgeoning cock as it roused. My cheeks heated and my breaths shortened. No need to tease my own body into arousal, moisture already soaked my panties.
The buckle clanked open, and the belt slid sinuously from the loops as he lifted his hips and pulled it free. A flick of his thumb and the button at the waistband of his trousers opened. His zipper rasped as it slid down.
Dark fabric formed a vee-like shadow as his hand rooted beneath his waist, and then he slipped the long, gleaming column of his semi-aroused sex from the flap at the front of his boxers and wrapped his fingers around it.
I swallowed the liquid pooling in my mouth. I blinked to moisten eyes that had grown dry and scratchy as I stared, wide-eyed. My breaths grew ragged, a little choked, and I must have made a noise, because suddenly his head swung my way.
His gaze narrowed on my bedroom window.
Holding my breath, I froze, hoping his gaze couldn’t penetrate the darkness.
But a crooked smile slowly stretched his lips, and his hand tightened around himself and began to pump up and down the thickening rod. All the while, he stared at me.
Jason knew I watched but didn’t seem to mind. I let out a deep, trembling breath and continued to stare, my own body heating, growing increasingly aroused in tandem with his hardening cock.
His head turned away, and his hand dropped from his engorged cock. It fell against his belly with a soft, muffled thud. Heavy, hot, thick—I knew its girth would stretch my mouth.
Another sound intruded. The chime of my doorbell. I bit back a curse and drew away from the window, slung on my robe, then headed downstairs to the front door.
Robert stood on the stoop, a lazy grin on his face, a sweep of lank blonde hair covering one eye and two beers dangling from his fingers. He was shirtless. Low-riding, blue knee-length shorts encased slender hips and revealed long legs. His large feet were bare. “Thought you might like to join us.”
Note from Delilah: I’ve been absent, mostly, since late last week. For those of you who wanted to know, my dd’s surgery went well. The recovery’s about what you’d expect—painful, slow, depressing. The first couple of days she was sure she was going to die. By the third, she was asking her hubby to go buy a gun so he could shoot her—so you know she’s on the mend! 🙂 Her three kids have been angels (NOT!); the dogs and cats are great company (sneeze, wheeze—there are 9 of them!). I’m getting naps here and there, so feeling a little sluggish. I haven’t quite yet figured out how to disappear so I can get a little work done. There’s always someone needing something. They even have ME cooking! You know that’s not good. I keep a Pinterest board called “Food I Want My Daughter to Make” FOR A REASON! But hopefully, I won’t be sleeping over there for too many more days. My mole-hole, office cave is looking like paradise! Later!
In the meantime, check out April Vine’s hot new book! ~DD
Reclaimed by Her Master
He’ll catch her in the act—and never let her go.
No one breaches the defenses of billionaire Dom Stephen Black—until Aria Swift does just that, stealing a priceless painting from his collection—along with his heart. But two can play that game, and soon a treasured necklace that belonged to Aria’s late mother ends up in Stephen’s skilled, waiting hands—along with a dare to retrieve it…
Eight years later, Aria is ready to put closure on her infamous past by meeting Stephen’s challenge. And suddenly, she’s caught in his trap…
There’s only one way to master a woman like Aria—and only one place to do it. Stephen’s luxuriously decadent Gold Room is where he’ll mete out her punishment, stroke by excruciatingly ecstatic stroke. Where Aria will submit to his every desire—and find in his touch, in his control, a frenzied yearning, and the ultimate pleasure of surrender…
Excerpt:
Stephen Black.
With her breath clogged in her throat, she swiveled around. The sight of him butchered coherent thinking, turned her blood hot and her body into a frenzy of chaos. Life sparked between her legs, and her pussy clenched. All against her will.
He hadn’t changed at all. Yet he had. Eight years ago, his clear blue eyes held less coldness, his aura nearly not as dangerous. The width of his shoulders had seemed far less formidable. He was thirty-two years old now, and still his natural masculine force bewildered her femininity, as it had long ago. She abandoned the crazy notion of succumbing to him without question, or hesitation, or even invitation.
Her boots whispered against the thick fibers of the carpet as she stepped toward his desk and moved in behind it, giving herself a few more seconds to gather her wits. She needed something solid between them, something that could protect her. Something with more substance than air.
She leaned into the gleaming wood and used it as support for her weakened knees while she faced him. He shouldn’t be here. She hadn’t prepared herself to see him in person. No amount of time or practice could have readied her for that, not in this life or any other. Instant arousal, confusion, anger, and fear cluttered her mind, as if the years between them had never occurred.
April Vine is a nighttime erotic romance writer and a daytime professional dreamer. She adores books, chocolates and shoes, and is happiest doing all three at the same time.
She lives in a house with boys and a few four-legged furry things and has come to accept both species for the strange creatures they are.
I love reading and writing BDSM stories. I find a sexy alpha male taking control in the bedroom to be hot, hot, hot and I find this kind of relationship working its way into most of my stories in one way or another! Sometimes the heroine is even pushing the hero to step up and take control when he is trying to resist his dominant urges. 🙂
Mostly, I explore the Dom/sub relationship, where one character gives up control to another. What I’m interested in exploring is the exchange of power between the characters. On the surface, it seems that the submissive is giving up control to the Dominant, but during the course of the story, the sub discovers her own power in the relationship.
Usually in my stories, this giving up control is a new thing for the heroine, so I take my readers through the journey of discovery with her, because the heroine is experiencing these things for the first time. In the process, she discovers something important about herself.
When I started exploring this aspect of sexuality in my writing, I wondered, given how long and hard we’ve worked for equality between the sexes, why a woman would give over control to a man. Generally, women have a natural attraction to strong, dominant men. This makes sense in a primitive setting where we want someone strong, skilled, and confident to go out and hunt for food, to protect us and the family. Things may have changed, and we can take care of ourselves, but that primitive instinct is still there. In fact, in our current society, where women have a great deal of power, sometimes in the bedroom, giving control over to someone else—someone we trust—is exactly what we want. The key is that it’s a choice.
As an author, I need to understand what purpose these elements play in the character growth and in the story. Is it just a fun element being added to a sex scene or two to make for more interesting sex, or is it fundamental to the story being told? In my stories, I use the D/s relationship to push the characters’ issues and cause them to grow, so these elements are fundamental to the story and the character growth.
I want to point out that in this exchange of power, it looks like the Dominant has all the power, but in fact, he is responsible for satisfying both their needs, so he must know his partner very well, and be able to read how she is reacting to what they’re playing out. He must be constantly alert and aware of her needs and desires. How sexy is that! 🙂 Also, the sub has the power to end what is going on at any time.
Here are some examples of how I use D/s in my stories:
His To Command – by giving up control to Matt, both physically and emotionally, Kate learns to give up control in her life so she can take risks (i.e. not play it too safe) and stop limiting herself.
His To Claim – Rafe Ranier is the younger of two billionaire brothers, but Rafe was abused by his father because he didn’t feel Rafe was good enough. Rafe feels the desire to dominate Melanie in the bedroom, and she wants him to, but he resists, struggling with his fear that he will be abusive, just like his father was.
Riding Steele – in this book, I explored the negative aspect of D/s as well as the positive. At the beginning of the book, Laurie is in a relationship with a billionaire Dominant, but I turn it around from the usual sexy rich Dom by having this be an abusive relationship. She tries to break it off with him and things turn violent, and she’s rescued by a tattooed biker. She then finds herself under the protection of Steele, the leader of the biker gang. She is now extremely distrustful of dominant men, and she believes this biker is a dangerous man. When she finds herself falling in love with him, and longing to be dominated by him, it becomes clear that in order to find her happily-ever-after, she needs to come to terms with her desire to give over control to someone, realize it’s not a weakness, and overcome her issues about trust.
In my stories, I typically have the hero (or several heroes) as the dominant, but occasionally I like a female Domme. What about you? Do you enjoy a female Domme, or do you prefer the hero to be in control? Everyone who comments will be entered in a draw to win a copy of “The Office Slave series, Book 1 & 2” collection.
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Played by the Master
(available exclusively in the Mastered 2 boxed set)
Opal’s new story, Played by the Master, is initially being released as part of the Mastered 2 boxed set coming out tomorrow (April 21).
Jacqueline Bell desperately wants to help her sister out of a jam. But to do that, she has to find a way to talk to billionaire entrepreneur Race Danner, and have him drop the charges against her brother-in-law. She discovers he holds an exclusive poker game once a week and finds a way in.
Race Danner is bored with his life, despite his wealth and extreme hobbies. He doesn’t know exactly what he’s looking for, but he’ll know it when he sees it.
When Jacqueline Bell walks into his life, he knows she’s it. She wants something from him. And he wants her. A combination made in heaven. In a delicious game of cat and mouse, he will leverage his advantage to lure her into his game. And he fully intends to win.
Warning: This story has Domination, submission, bondage, punishment, and a lot of other fun things, plus explicit, wild sexual encounters. After all, if you’re going to play, play hard! 😉
Excerpt:
He smiled and at the predatory look in his eyes, Jacquie realized he was going to win. The blood drained from her face as he flipped over his cards… revealing a full house.
Oh, God, she’d lost her opportunity to try and convince him to help her brother.
“Come over here.” His silken voice curled through her and she stood up.
Now he would touch her… probably cup her ass with his big hand. Maybe, if she seemed willing…who was she kidding, she was willing… to succumb to his touch, then maybe he would listen to her after all.
Shock vaulted through her at her own illicit thoughts. She wasn’t going to sleep with him to help her brother.
No, just strip down to practically nothing. Then let him touch her.
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Being sent to dig up proof The Library was actually a private BDSM club was her ticket to a promotion. Simple. Easy. But it wasn’t.
Not when she would have to betray the three men who captured her heart from the very first heated stare. Not when she would have to turn her back on the women who saw who she’d kept hidden from everyone. A submissive.
Choosing between her past and future will rock the foundation of everything she holds true. Until she understands the power she holds when she’s on her knees.
A Romantica® ménage erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
Hello, my name is Joey W. Hill. I write BDSM erotic romance (paranormal and contemporary) and I’m a workaholic. I’m sure I’d hear a chorus of ‘hi Joey’s’ from the audience, except all the other workaholics are…working. They have no time to spare for a support group. So I’m sharing this with you all because writing a post for a blog is, well, part of the job of being a writer (and it gives me a work-related excuse to socialize with wonderful people like yourself). If you want to damage my calm, all you have to do is tell me to relax, do nothing or sit around. I desperately need advice on how to wean myself away from being a structured schedule junkie. Can you help me? I really have tried. Here are some of my recent efforts:
1) I took a trip to Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Technically, it was a research trip for my latest book, Soul Rest, where I visited the district with the highest crime rate so I could interview a police captain there. I also drove around the side streets to see if I could find someone in the middle of a drug deal. No such luck. Can you believe that? You’d think drug dealers would be considerate enough to be a little more public about their transactions so curious romance authors could ask them questions, but apparently not.
I also made my husband take endless pictures of the carousel at The Mall in Louisiana. It’s the second largest carousel in the world. Since carousels as a rule aren’t that big, that’s not saying a lot, but it was quite beautiful. One of the key scenes in the book happens there. Part of that scene takes place on the beautiful roan/blood bay mix horse you see next to the rabbit in this photo. One picture can’t do the carousel justice. The colors and detail of the whole thing were gorgeous and it all appeared to be hand painted. There also were so many different animals on it. The one on the other side of the horse is a cat with a fish in his mouth. But I digress…
2) I attended a funeral with my husband. There was live singing at the service and a potluck dinner at the church afterward, so it counts as dinner and a show. Right?
3) I do try to read for pleasure. They’re usually the same books I’ve read before, old keeper shelf favorites, because I can’t read any new books without going into editor mode and trying to “work” while I read. The good news is the books are awesome re-reads: the In Death series by J.D. Robb, Once in a Blue Moon by Penelope Williamson, The Black Lyon by Jude Devereaux and some of my favorite 80s/90s Nora Roberts titles (Dream and Chesapeake Bay series, Midnight Bayou, Hidden Riches).
4) The one good thing about workaholism is an exercise regimen can become your structured “break time”. So I walk dogs, treadmill and do strength training while watching favorite movies and TV series. Again, I’m watching ones I’ve seen before, but I firmly believe if I was on a deserted island (that somehow had electricity so I could plug in a DVD player), I’d never need anything to watch other than the Firefly series (Firefly fans probably caught my “Jayne-ism” up there, ‘damage my calm’). Or the Life series with Damian Lewis. Best written TV stories ever. Oh, and Armageddon or Serenity for the fave movies.
So I can see from the way you’re looking at one another, you think I’m in real trouble. Have any good ideas about how to unhitch yourself from a demanding job and endless schedule structure to smell the roses? I’m all ears. Okay, well… I’m all ears while I’m multi-tasking – answering emails, outlining the next book and brushing my Golden Retriever – but I’m listening, I promise… (cough, cough – hairball – Goldens have LOTS of fur).
GIVEAWAY – for the suggestion I like best, I’m giving away an e-book from my current titles and a $15 gift certificate to Amazon, B&N or ARe – reader’s choice on both of those! Post your ideas below, or any comments or questions you have for me.
Now, even if you don’t win, I have a FREE EXCERPT to share with you. As noted above, my next release is Soul Rest, which is about a Baton Rouge police sergeant and a news blog reporter. It’s the seventh book in my Knights of the Board Room series, but all these books can standalone, because each focuses on a different couple. Here’s a little snippet from when Leland finds Celeste hovering around his officers at a crime scene (with a link to a full Chapter One excerpt below it!):
He kept his scowl in place. “From here forward, you don’t talk to my officers, and you don’t bring them coffee.”
“There’s no law against a reporter attempting to talk to your officers or giving them coffee. They do a tough job. I’m showing appreciation as a Baton Rouge citizen.”
He pursed his lips, nodded. Then he bent so he spoke into her ear. He bet that little tender spot beneath it, so close to his lips, would taste nice. “I see you doing it again, I will put you over my knee and blister your ass.”
He drew back enough to meet her startled gaze. Shock was followed by indignation, a trace of anger, but it was the little ripple of arousal, the quick indrawn breath, that made him want to do exactly as he’d threatened.
“Are we clear, Celeste?” He kept his eyes on hers, his tone steady.
She pressed her lips together, said nothing. He wondered what he would do if she said “Yes sir.” Probably nurse a hard-on for the rest of the morning.
He forced himself to straighten, to ease back on a couple different levels. “You should have taken my sweatshirt to stay warm this morning. I bet that car of yours doesn’t heat worth shit.”
She blinked in surprise again. He hadn’t intended to say something stupidly intimate like that, but it was out before he could call it back. Her flush deepened. “It does well enough,” she said. “Having my underwear would have helped, but they were stolen. I expect I should report that to local law enforcement.”
“Items like that are rarely recovered. The perp has usually taken them for personal reasons, not to fence.”
Her brow lifted, then her gaze swept his lower torso. “So he might be wearing them?”
She was not going to make him laugh, though it was a near thing. He’d called out one of his uniforms for merely taking her coffee. Now he was flirting with her. Really fine damn example he was.
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Jennifer Kacey is a writer, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.
