Wednesday, 28 June 2017

#MidWeekTease with hot wax and a hot man

For some reason, Maddock shouted to me, and told me I had to share this scene from The Carpenter with you.
Who am I to argue with a man like him?
I like me a quiet life, I'll do as I am told.

It was always handy having an alter ego to hide behind, but the problem was that sometimes you forgot who you were or why you were there. Sometimes you didn’t.

For Mason and Maddock knowing who they were wasn’t the problem. Trying to discover what they wanted and how to achieve it was. Falling in love just as an old enemy threatens to upset everyone and everything on Dark Isle isn’t a good start.

Now they need to work together to vanquish that adversary and see if they can have a life together.

“I want to create our pattern in wax on you, pet. May I?”
Behind the cloth she blinked. “Yes, Sir.” Her pussy clenched and her juices gathered.  Our pattern? She savored those words, they sounded perfect.
“Then let’s get you naked and onto a towel.  Let go of the rails.”
Her jumper was pulled over her head and she blinked in the candlelit room. He’d been busy. Candles dotted almost every flat surface and created an erotic and romantic space. Mason lifted her ass as Maddock tugged down her skirt and spread a linen towel under her. Then with a glint in his eyes she’d never seen before he put her hands back around the headboard. “Do I need to tie you, or will you stay like that?”
“No need to tie them, Sir.” She’d do as he asked. “Well, I’m not sure about my feet,” she added honestly. “If it hurts before it morphs into a sweet pain I might try to curl up.”
He grinned, and pulled a pair of individual ankle cuffs with ties to them out of his pocket. “Spread them, pet.” 
It was fascinating to watch how he prepared. Mason stayed as he directed and did her best to quell the silly frisson of fear that hit her. She’d never tried wax play and it was one thing she often thought about. And it was Maddock for heaven’s sake. Maddock, not any old Dom.
“Color, pet?” Maddock stood next to her, a candle in each hand.
“Green, Sir.”
“Then my love let’s play. I warn you, this will be hot.”
He wasn’t wrong. That first drop of wax on her tummy made her bite her lip, the second clench the rails so hard she’d have bruises. The sting followed by brief red-hot pain and the sense of something hard on her skin was new and at times disconcerting.
After each carefully placed drop of wax, Maddock waited until she assured him she was green. Then all of a sudden the sensation chanced from hot and sore to hot and arousing. She began to float.

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Happy reading,
love Raven x

Monday, 26 June 2017

Monday's pick me up...Break Me by Elyzabeth M VaLey

To start the week with a bang here's Elyzabeth M VaLey with her latest book,
Break Me

The monster lay dormant, until it saw her...
Every few years, the beast within Grisha Vasiliev rouses, clamoring for blood. When he sees Ayla Clark dancing, her movements exuding grace, passion and joy, he knows he must have her.
Grisha kidnaps Ayla expecting the usual: resistance, tears, pleas for mercy. But when Ayla breaks the mold, his whole world spirals out of control and feelings he thought he could never have again resurface.
He thought she was perfect, but she’s the broken doll on the shelf.
The last thing Ayla Clark remembers is celebrating her performance as Giselle and flirting with the handsome Grisha Vasiliev, the owner of one of the most prestigious ballet companies in the country. Now, she’s tied up and at his mercy, begging for more of his attention, while fighting to keep her own secrets buried in the dark.
Be Warned: BDSM, knife play, whipping
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Ayla turned on her heel and raced out the door. Her bare feet slapped against the cool floor almost painfully. The glass shard cut into her hand but she didn’t dare release it yet. Lights blinked on as she ran down the hall and up a set of stairs. Tripping, she dropped her primitive weapon.
She didn’t stop to pick it up but continued until the top. She clutched her stomach. It couldn’t be. A thick metal door loomed before her. She lunged at it, screaming and crying, shouting for help, but it didn’t budge.
“Please,” she whimpered.
 “You’re going to hurt yourself. The door is pure steel, locked with a key and an electronic panel.”
She spun to face Grisha. He stood a few steps behind her, arms crossed over his chest, eyes gleaming with predatory intent. Her shoulders slumped. A lump formed in her throat.
“No. Please, Grisha. Let me go.”
 “I can’t do that.”
“Why? You’re rich, powerful. You can have anything you want. Why?” she insisted. “I swear I won’t say anything. This never happened.”
“That isn’t the way this works, sweetheart.”
“Please, Grisha.”
Her knees gave out and she slid to the floor. Her head spun. None of this made any sense. Grisha towered over her. Tears gathered behind her lids. She inched forward, hugging his left leg.
“I beg you.” 
Grisha lay his hand on her head. She looked up at him. The power of his gaze undid the well of emotions within her. She would never get out of here. Sobs racked her body. She clung to him, beseeching him.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
He settled on the floor next to her and pulled her onto his lap. Ayla’s arms wrapped around his neck naturally. He caressed her back in soothing circles. She burrowed her face into the collar of his shirt, his fresh, woodsy essence entering her system. Familiar. Welcoming. Slowly, her tears ebbed replaced by confusion. Why did he comfort her?
“What are you going to do to me?” she whispered.
He caught her chin. His gaze danced over her face for an instant. His brow furrowed. The blue in his eyes darkened to midnight depths. Then his lips were on her, pressing, claiming, sparking her body alive. Her brain shut down. His tongue met hers and she opened up, eager to taste more. He demanded and she willingly gave.
Ayla was his to do as he pleased. His hands touched her everywhere, leaving behind a trail of burning need. Liquid gathered at the apex between her thighs. Her clit throbbed.
Grisha cupped her swollen breast, squeezing the turgid nub between his fingers. She moaned. He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth, hungrily sucking. She arched, whimpering. His heavy hand slid across her thigh to her pussy. Relentless fingers probed her entrance.
“You’re soaked.” He groaned.
She turned her head, embarrassed. Grisha thrust a digit into her. Ayla sucked in air.
“You like this. You want this,” he said, his voice husky and gritty.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You enjoy this,” he whispered, pushing another finger into her, slowly pumping them. She mewled.
“My sweet little dancer wants my cock in her cunt, doesn’t she?”
She shook her head.
“No? That’s not what this tells me.” He curled his finger across her G-spot and began to massage it. She shook from head to toe.
“What is it, sweetheart? Want more?”
Three fingers rubbed her. The pressure increased. Ayla threw back her head. Her hips swayed involuntarily. His strokes turned quick and short. Sweat trickled down her back.
“Grisha,” she panted.
“You’re going to come for me, Ayla, and you’re going to do it now.”

 About Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after.  From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.
When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends. 
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Sunday, 25 June 2017

#SexySnippets Where Cat surprises Dylan...

Hi and welcome to another #SexySnippets offering from me.

Well, me and Cat...

It’s not easy being among wild cat shifters, when you’re simply human. Especially, when you’re trying to keep your supposed mate at arm’s length.
Catlin Creamer isn’t buying into this destiny nonsense. What does that even mean?
Dylan MacSween might be her every fantasy on legs, but she will not be subjugated by any man, let alone an Alpha like him.
Give him a pack to rule any time. Wooing a female like Cat is a complete step into the unknown. However, this Alpha knows what he wants, and he wants his mate.

Persuading her might take some time, but when his leadership is challenged, Cat proves herself more than worthy as his life partner.

(Cat has been for a run and is about to go for a shower)

 “Do you want me to wash your back?”
“Why not?” She tossed the words over her shoulder as she took the stairs two at a time, “there’s always a bit I can’t reach.”
She chuckled to herself as his astonishment hit her in waves, glad that would have shaken him up a bit. On her run she’d achieved a lot of soul searching and had vowed one thing—not to let what others thought put her off discovering what might develop. After all, he was their leader and it was understandable they’d want to know what was happening—however, she had no intention of telling them.
And she so did want to jump his bones.

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Happy Reading,

love Raven x