Monday, 30 September 2013

get ready to drool...I have Doris and a Dom here...

See what I mean? This is the next best thing to Budda. (Yes, I'm biased)

Hello lovely peeps, and a big thanks to Raven for letting me take over her blog again. To be honest it doesn't take much to convince her. All she needs is the offer of budda cuddles and the chance to ogle my hero and she is up for anything. (so true)
Mind you, I do wonder whether she would be up to being auctioned?
So, this got me thinking. Why would someone let herself be auctioned at a BDSM club?
Five reasons for:
1.     The club is exclusive and safe.
2.     The Doms are to die for sex-on-legs-gorgeous.
3.     A dare is something to not back down from.
4.     It's the perfect distraction from real life troubles.
5.     It's one night of hot kinky sex—easy.
Five reasons against:
1.     You end up naked on stage in just your thong…. Shouldn't have eaten that last mars bar!
2.     That super-hot Dom is your brother's best friend, and your teenage crush.
3.     An annoyed brother breaking down the dungeon door does not do your street cred much good…
4.     Real life has the nasty tendency to catch up with you.
5.     Sex always complicates things.

Yep, things are never what they seem, are they, and Laura gets much more than she bargained for when she signs up for the Club Spectrum Auctions. So did I, because a series was born…
To celebrate the release of Auctioned to the Honorable Dom I am giving away one e-copy of the book. Just leave me comment and tell me your latest drunken dare.

[Siren Allure: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, cropping, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
A drunken dare sees Laura Anderson sign up for the Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex with a real Dom is just what she needs. It was never meant to be with Slade Douglas, the only man she's ever loved. The man who left her standing at her parent's grave, and fled the country without an explanation.
Fifteen years her senior, Slade had thought her too fragile and innocent for the lifestyle then, and he made a promise to her brother to leave her alone. This time he cannot walk away, especially as Laura is not the innocent girl he remembers. She has grown into a beautiful woman, willing and able to gift him with her submission, and their chemistry cannot be denied.
As he explores her boundaries and pushes her further than she has ever been taken before, Laura flies, but their painful past may prove one obstacle too many.
There's only one thing Slade can do…

Story Excerpt:
The car’s abrupt stop brought Laura out of her angst-filled internal musings and her eyes widened when big wrought-iron gates swung open in front of her. That explained how he could afford the outrageous sum of money he’d paid for her. Clearly, Slade was rather well-off these days.
She looked across at Slade and found him watching her. The ghost of a smile crossed his features and then the car was moving again. The crunch of gravel seemed too loud and Laura snapped her mouth shut when she got the first look of Slade’s house.
The three story building rose up in front of them, and she blinked to get her gritty eyes to focus.
“You live here?”
“Yes, I do, petal.”
Laura didn’t miss the hint of disapproval in his voice, but she couldn’t stop herself from questioning him either.
“Since when? I mean, I didn’t even know you had a house over here. When you said you’d take me home I was expecting a flat or something, not a town house in… Where exactly are we?”
The car slowed to a stop and Slade switched off the engine. An uncomfortable silence settled between them, and they were plunged into semidarkness when the porch security lights dimmed.
Slade’s fingers drumming on the steering wheel were the only movement in the silent interior of his Range Rover, and Laura flinched when he moved and wrapped his hand around her neck.
Large and warm it reassured her. Regardless of where they were, this was Slade. She knew him. He wouldn’t abuse her trust. There was no need for the sudden rise of panic that made it hard to breathe.
Slade sighed and she jumped when his hot breath feathered over her heated cheeks.
“Does it matter where we are, little brat.” His childhood nickname for her brought tears to her eyes, and he swiped them off her face with his free hand.
“Look at me. What is this all about? It’s me, Slade. Let’s leave everything else behind and just focus on that. What has that bastard done to you to make you so wary?”
Laura screwed her eyes shut, and tried to shake her head, but Slade had an iron grip on her neck, and simply pulled her closer.
“Breathe, Laura. In…out…with me. Come on, come back to me and let go of it. Whatever it is.”
Her body responded to his quiet strength, the edge of command in his deep voice. It pulled her back from the brink of the panic attack, pulled her out of that well of despair tonight’s events had pitched her into. He released her when her breathing returned to normal and Laura moaned the loss of his warmth. Cool air rushed into the interior of the car, and she blinked in the sudden light when the security light came back on. She froze, utterly unable to move, as Slade opened the front door, and disappeared inside for a few seconds. The house lit up and before she could even blink he was back, opening her door. She made a grab for the blanket still wrapped around her, and he smiled and undid her seat belt.
“Let’s get you inside, and stop looking at me as though I’m going to eat you. Nothing else is going to happen tonight. You’re in no fit state to make any decisions. I just need to take care of you. Will you let me?”
Laura blinked and gaped at him, and his smile deepened. It left grooves along his mouth, and the fine lines around his eyes deepened. Her fingers itched to trace them. It wasn’t fair how men got more attractive with age, and Slade just oozed confidence and sex appeal with every pore of his being. He held out his hand, patiently waiting for her to take it, and Laura realized with a start that she was as much in danger of falling in love with this Slade, than she’d been in her teenage years. Only now she was a woman, a messed up version to be sure, but a woman who knew when a man wanted her. It was there in the tight control of his muscles, the way his eyes darkened, when she let the blanket slip a little, and his jaw clenched.
“Petal, you don’t want to earn yourself another punishment tonight. Don’t push me.” His warning washed over her, and chased the last of her doubts away. She might well regret this in the morning because the longer she stayed in his company, the harder it would be to leave again, but god, she wanted him, all of him. She’d had a taste of his domination and she knew she wanted, needed, more. The freedom to just be, to let go, yes, she needed that. She needed him. Her sore ass protested as she tried to move, yet she couldn’t help her grin at the reminder. She would have bruises in the morning, and that thought made a bubble of happiness pop up in her chest.
“Jesus, woman, you’ll be the death of me.”

Adult Excerpt:
Long and thick, his cock rested on his abdomen, and she traced a finger up the thick vein underneath, until she reached the bulbous head. His shaft twitched and hardened further under her gentle touch and she glanced up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. Her heart stalled in her chest, for Slade was watching her. One thick eyebrow raised, his gaze pinned her in place. Her skin tingled under his heated regard. Nipples firmed and her breasts grew heavy, and she squirmed on the bed and hastily withdrew her hand. Slade smirked and laced his hands behind his head in an air of nonchalance.
“Don’t stop now, petal. I find myself most curious as to what you had in mind.”
His deep voice washed over her and she let her eyes feast on the image of male perfection in front of her. From the full lips drawn up in a sinful smile, over the beard-roughened jaw, the thick neck with the prominent Adam’s apple, she let her gaze wander. Down over the width of his muscled shoulders, and the pectorals covered in a fine dusting of chest hair that narrowed over the ridges and valleys of his six pack, until it created a happy trail leading to the dark patch of hair at the base of his thick cock.
“Touch me, petal.” His voice sounded thicker than before she had started her visual inspection, and her body responded to the silken promise behind those words with a trickle of moisture between her legs. Her internal walls clenched in need, and she licked her lips when a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of Slade’s dick. He groaned and she bent forward, put her hands on his thighs, and then licked that slick of his essence away. Salty and tangy his unique musk filled her nostrils and she inhaled against his abdomen.
Slade’s thighs tensed under her hands, and he swore under his breath, making her smile. His skin, covering the hard muscles underneath, was silky smooth, and Laura ran her hands over the hard expanse of his tummy. Her lips followed the path her hands had already taken, and she flicked the hard little nubs of his nipples, and tugged at his chest hair.
“Naughty girl, you’re heading the wrong way.” The words were stern, but when she looked up she could see the laughter in his eyes, and something else, that turned her heart into a sledgehammer.
Slade wrapped his hand into her hair and tugged her up and close until she half lay on him. Her scalp prickled under the firm grip he had on her tresses, and her eyes closed at the first brush of his lips against hers.
He licked along the seam of her lips, and Laura sighed. Slade slipped in and took charge of the kiss with a thorough exploration of her mouth that left her breathless and needy.
She clenched her thighs to relieve the ache between her legs and Slade broke the kiss with a smile. He slapped her ass right across one of the welts leftover from last night and the residual pain zinged straight to her clit. Like sweet torture, that tiny bit of pain increased her need for him tenfold and she moaned her denial when he released her.
Slade cupped his now fully erect cock, and smiled at her.
“Beg for it, if you want it, petal, like a good little sub.”
Startled she looked up at him, and Laura swallowed hard at the intensity of his stare. Jaws clenched, Slade studied her, and her insides turned to goo at the air of command he exuded.
“Please, Sir, may I have your cock?”
Approval lit up his eyes, and Laura breathed easier knowing that she had pleased him. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would beg for a man’s cock, yet with him, here, right now, it seemed the most natural thing in the world. He stroked himself faster and Laura’s pussy clenched and unclenched in rhythm with those long fingered strokes up and down his cock. She wanted to wrap her fingers round his thick girth and swallow the renewed moisture leaking out of his slit.
“Where do you want my cock, petal? Which one of your sweet holes shall I fill?” Slade asked. He palmed one of her breasts with his free hand and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Sweet pain that made her more desperate for him.
“Shall I fuck your tits, petal, or your mouth?” He abandoned her breasts and ran his hand up to her throat, squeezing slightly, before he covered her mouth. His fingers dug into her jaw and he pulled her closer still, until he could nuzzle her neck. A shudder went through her and he sucked hard enough to leave a bruise. Biting down slightly, he then released her and ran his hand back down her body. He tapped her legs and Laura opened her thighs automatically.
“Good girl,” he whispered. Before she even knew what was happening, he had her flat on her back with her legs flung over his shoulders. Wide open and exposed, Laura trembled and flinched as he rubbed his stubble across the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. His hands dug into her ass cheeks, lifting her off the bed and she gasped when he slid his fingers through her wet slit and then pushed his slick thumb through her little puckered hole.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you up the ass. Would my little petal like that?”
Auctioned to the Honorable Dom is available from Bookstrand.
Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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Sunday, 29 September 2013

#SexySnippets are Down on the Farm

A tease to tantalize you ( or something)

Let's go back to the future

Down on the Farm

Passion ensues at a magical Scottish farm. With magic comes danger; with passion comes love.

            Being stranded can have it's perks.

            When Cat's car breaks down in the middle of nowhere she ends up in a cottage—in the past!
            The man she encounters claims to know her. He's either a lunatic, she's bumped her head, or this really is happening. 
            All Cat does know is that whatever happens, their chemistry cannot be denied.

Will Cat decide to stay with Angus, or will she return to a lonely future without him?

Cat's Cradle, should she stay or should she go? (Cairsi is a 21st century lady... Angus is...?)

“Cairsti Catriona, I have no idea what game you’re playing, but if you don’t stop we’ll start playing my game instead. The one where you’re tied naked to my bed, and I fuck you until neither of us can move. I can’t begin to tell you how I’ve waited to enjoy that again. Nine long years you’ve been gone, and like I promised there’s been no other women. The only fucking I’ve had has been by my own hand. That’s been the way of it. I kept my oath. Did you?”

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Happy Reading,
love R x

Saturday, 28 September 2013

I read and I like with Marguerite Kaye

Yes, it's that time agin. This week the lovely Marguerite Kaye is with me, sharing her reading likes and dislikes.

I Read and I Like – Marguerite Kaye

Hi there, and thank you Raven, for asking me to talk about one of my very favourite subjects – books.
I’ve always been an avid reader, but I think it’s fair to say that before I also became a writer, I was a bit of a literary snob. Of course I read romances, of course I had a secret stash of Mills&Boons and Georgette Heyer’s – but that was the point, they were secret. Not now though. Being a writer is both humbling and grounding, and it’s also really opened my eyes to the amazing variety of books that are out there.
The other thing that has radically changed reading habits is my Kindle – because it’s radically changed my buying habits. I sample loads of stuff either because it’s on offer, or because it pops up on my ‘recommended’ list. Yes, there are some average reads and some bad ones too, but there have been some excellent ones – Louise Doughty’s courtroom thriller Apple Tree Yard, and the fantastically dark, smutty and funny Kitty Peck and the Music Hall Murders by Kate Griffin, are two recent examples.
My local library in Dunoon is also great for sampling new-to-me authors. I came across Gillespie and I by Jane Harris there – an extremely unusual take on a Victorian crime set in Glasgow during the Great Exhibition. My library usually has displays of the Channel Four and Richard and Judy book club books, which I like to dip into. Patrick deWitt’s The Sisters Brothers was outstanding, The Family Fang by Kevin Wilson was that rare thing, a really funny book, and Before I Go to Sleep by S J Watson actually lived up to its hype. As for The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce, and Me Before You by Jojo Moyes – if you haven’t read them, why on earth not!
All this sampling means my auto-buy list has dwindled. I love a good old-fashioned detective book I’ve read all of PD James’s Adam Dalgliesh stories, and am currently working my way through Elizabeth George’s Viscount Linley series. There are some authors whose books I never miss and who rarely let me down. Anne Tyler is one. The Accidental Tourist is one of my favourite ever reads, and her latest, The Beginner’s Goodbye, has that same lyrical, wry and yet emotionally heart-wrenching quality. William Boyd, Iain McEwan, Marian Keyes, Kate Morton and Rose Tremain are other favourites, while Kate Atkinson, in my view, is one of the least appreciated and best authors out there. Finally on fiction, I have to mention two of my all-time faves, Jamie O’Neill’s At Swim, Two Boys and Annie Proulx’s The Shipping News.
I’ve always been a history nut, and I still buy all my non-fiction in print rather  than ebooks. I have a huge collection of film history, war history, and of course all things Georgian and Regency, strictly for research purposes – not! Lyn Macdonald’s Roses of No Man’s Land is the perfect combination or brilliant research, obscure facts and people-based history I love, and I’m currently reading Georgian London: Into the Streets by Lucy Inglis – yay for scurrilous history.
Biography is another passion. In fact, I often find that some ‘lives’ are more interesting to me than the writing. Byron is a case in point, and to an extent Virginia Woolf. I’ve got a life of Constance, Oscar Wilde’s wife in my tbr pile, and two bios, of Lady Hester Stanhope (by Lorna Gibb) and Lady Jane Digby (by Mary S Lovell) are my constant companions right now, while I’m writing about 19th Century Arabia. The Jane Digby book was recommended by a Facebook friend, which is the other place I’ve been getting loads of new titles. I rarely buy on the recommendation of a blogger (Wendy, Superlibrarian is one exception) but the people I chat to on Facebook are a fantastic source of new reads, loads of which I’d probably never have looked at.
So what don’t I like? It’s down to the characters. If I can’t empathise, if they’re too shallow, lacking motivation, if a book is all plot and no people, I don’t like it. My sister recommended David Nicholls’s One Day because it was set in my youth. I should have liked it, but I couldn’t stick it because I really, really loathed the main protagonists. Ditto another I should have loved, especially since I enjoyed her other books – A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan. And though it’s rare, I couldn’t even finish The Hundred Year Old Man Who Climbed out of the Window and Disappeared – plot, plot, plot, plot.
I could go on. I haven’t even mentioned my addiction to cookery books which have their own bookcase, shared only with my own. If your interested in more of my thoughts on what I read, then you can read my reviews on Goodreads But for now I’d love to hear from you. How do you pick new books, what are your favourites, and what do you think of mine?

Marguerite’s Goodreads page:

Thanks so much for sharing Marguerite.

Happy reading everyone, and to make one of you even happier, Marguerite is giving an copy of her November release, Rumors That Ruined A Lady to one lucky commenter. Here's the kindle details, but you get the paperback...

Friday, 27 September 2013

#FridayFlash... The Cat's Meow

The Friday Flash

100 words based on my interpretation of this picture...

The Cat's Meow.

His scent surrounded her, filled her and made her wonder
Where was he?
Why was it always her who had to deal with things?
Sometimes Marni could wish him to perdition. She loved him; he was her life. She'd do anything and everything he asked—and did..
 But this was one step too far. Really, she couldn't go on like this.
It seemed like hours she'd been in this position. Okay it was probably only minutes but how much longer could she cope?
Marni stretched her foot out once more, and at last found the furry toy.
The cat meowed.

Find the other flashes here....

Happy Reading,

Love R x