Valentine’s Day is right around the corner… If you have been to a department store since Christmas, you know this, since all the pink and red candies and stuffed animals are already lining the shelves. And with the arrival of this auspicious holiday of lovers, Roane Publishing is putting out another of their wildly popular romance anthologies, ACCIDENTAL VALENTINE. The release day for this one is February 13, 2015, but I have the fabulous cover to share with you all today! Woot!
Most of you know I am a freak for a good cover, and I have to say, I REALLY do like this one. Of course, it is hard to not love a cover you designed yourself. Yup, this is another of my forays into the “art” world.
Would LOVE to know what you think about it. Does it grab you? What does it say to you? If you saw it on the shelf at the book or grocery store, would you pick it up and read the back? Inquiring minds want to know. Believe it or not, your feedback helps me tremendously. Knowing what appeals and doesn’t is a huge step toward making better covers each and every time.
But, enough about me… Let’s get to the cover and details, eh? First, the cover:
A Romance Anthology
By Various Authors
Genre: Contemporary Romance (Short Stories)
Publisher: Roane Publishing
Release Date: February 13, 2015
Description: Finding love on Valentine’s Day is the happiest of accidents.
Guiding Hearts by Claire Gillian
Is a lonely woman’s GPS sentient, or is her subconscious taking her by the hand to help heal a scarred heart?
When Jemma Ernst’s GPS malfunctions and sends her to the home of handsome and engaging Gabriel Nash, she writes it off as a fluke. But she can’t seem to reprogram him out of her thoughts, nor her GPS.
Better Latte Than Never by Katrina Sizemore
Single and cold on Valentine’s Day, Hailey Merritt is not looking forward to working all day at the coffee shop while everyone around her is cheery with romance and she’s stuck trying to figure out her next step in life.
But when a special bouquet arrives from a secret admirer, she decides to reserve judgment on the holiday and find whomever sent her the flowers.
Maybe Cupid has a plan to make this her favorite Valentine’s Day ever.
Dream Architect by S.L. Hughson
Taylor and Sons Custom Design keeps ASHLIN TAYLOR at arm’s length from her dream job. If only she were a son, she could follow her architectural dream. In the Taylor creed, girls get married and boys have careers. DYLAN CUTRIGHT focuses on finishing college and landing an architectural engineering job in a large firm. Minus emotional ties.
After an accidental encounter, their initial attraction is amplified when Dylan comes to work at her family’s firm. Unlike her family, Dylan encourages Ashlin to pursue her dream by enrolling in college. He even argues her case with Uncle Mike. His support confuses Ashlin because when she moves closer to him, he rebuffs her for reasons she can only speculate about.
Valentine’s Day might be the perfect opportunity for Ashlin to make him notice her. They are working together – alone – on the most romantic day of the year. Dylan builds her dreams of a career, but will he ever lower his walls and become more than just the man IN her dreams?
One Hot Angel by Jaylee Austin
Oblivious to Tiffany Jenkins, in three short weeks her life will end—unless she makes the perfect choice. Will she chose revenge and expose her ex-husband? Or chose love and surrender her heart to the only man who can save her?
Rock My Bones by Wendy Sparrow
Jared has been eyeing the sexy mural painter from inside the museum’s paleontology lab, but she’s way out of his league. He can’t let her paint that obviously misplaced fern, though…even if it means initiating contact.
You could call her a paleontology groupie, but Shay Meyers is interested in a more modern specimen. An adult male Homo Sapien to be exact—one who needs to be dragged out of his lab for a practical course in mating rituals. If she’s lucky, this will be the Valentine’s Day she rocks his bones.
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They all sound fantastic! Some great authors — names I know, and some new ones too. Love that about anthologies. The title should be up on GOODREADS sometime this week, so be sure to add it to your TBR list.
Can’t wait for this one to come out. You? Share your thoughts. As I always say, Sharing is Caring!
Happy New Year, everyone.
Ahh Sunday… and once again I scramble to get my post up because I can’t seem to schedule them properly.
This week’s snippet is from the next installment in my Roses and Thorns series, A LEAP OF FAITH.
A contented grin pulled at her lips as Richard settled her back against the mattress.
He moved with her, hips fused to hers, seemingly unwilling to remove the rod still sheathed in her warm, quivering pussy, which suited her just fine. Richard smiled down at her, melting Faith into a puddle of delight. His index finger traced along her shoulder. “Too many nights like this one, and I may never let you go home.”
Flabbergasted by her body’s reaction to his words, a giddy chuckle bubbled from her. “Oh, the horror.”
This story is currently in submission. Things are looking positive, but until the ink is dry on the contract, I’m keeping my lips sealed.
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To Love or Die in a Steamy-Reamy World
10 Tales of Steampunk Silliness and Spookery
In the cozy seaside village of Steamville, New Hampshire, an unfaithful zombie, out of control werebots, succubi in corsets, and more wreak havoc in this short story collection from the author of Elemental.
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“Well written and very fast paced. You won’t get bored or find your mind wandering. I’d love to see a sequel to this collection and see what happens next. I give this book five out of five donuts.”
“This book starts off dipping its toe right into the heart of the story, not unlike Ms. White’s YA novel Elemental, and the story never really slows down to a lazy pace; making it a very easy and fast read.”
“Ms. White wonderfully succeeded in instilling humor into ten short stories about vampires, zombies, ghosts, and one mad scientist. Each story is brilliantly linked. The Victorian era setting delightfully adds to the humor.”
“This is a wonderful mix of Steampunk and Horror written in Emily White’s unmistakable brilliance and style. Does it get any better than that?”
About Author Emily White
Emily White lives in NY, wedged between two of the Great Lakes and a few feet of snow and ice. She’s spent most of her life running away from the cold, and even spent a year in Iraq, but now contents herself with writing her characters into warm, exotic places in faraway galaxies. When not tapping away at her computer keys, she can be found reading, reading, and reading some more. And when she’s not doing that, she’s usually playing video games with her husband, peek-a-boo with her kids, or walking through her garden, wondering why the bugs insist on eating all her vegetables.
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Your taste of wickedness this Wednesday comes from Tyler Robbins’ new Evernight release, Immortal Thirst.
This is a M/M Erotic Romance, so if that isn’t something you’d enjoy reading, thanks for stopping by all the same. 🙂
For those of you who, like me, will read anything if the story is good and the sex is hot, here is your Wicked Wednesday nibble.
BLURB: Vampire, Tristan Deveraux, savored the night with his young progeny, Caleb, by his side. Satisfying his shameless desires, he took what he wanted without reprisal or regret, until Gauge Roberts darkened his door.
Gauge, an ex-Navy Seal, offered more than muscles and brawn when he became Tristan’s personal security coordinator. Surrendering to an undeniable attraction, the dominating soldier scratched an itch both had ignored far too long.
A remarkable bond is quickly formed between the three very different men, allowing each to fulfill individual needs while maintaining separate but equal relationships, until a surprising enemy threatens to destroy it all.
Will they survive the deadly fight, or is heartbreak the only price for satisfying their kind’s immortal thirst?
EXCERPT (Mature Audiences Only)
Unable to stand another second of the incredible orgasm, Tristan withdrew then collapsed onto the sofa. His mind whirled with warring thoughts of Gauge and then of Caleb. How would his protégé react to Tristan’s desires for the other man? Did he owe his creation an explanation at all?
They’d shared lovers before, but this was different. Tristan didn’t want Gauge for a kinky romp. Part of him wanted to keep the hybrid around for a while, and that was quite a contrast from the current arrangement he shared with Caleb.
Now, if Tristan could only get past the fact that Gauge intended to kill his brother. Wrapping his head around that information would take a little more time.
Caleb got up and stood before Tristan, his spent cock dangling in Tristan’s face.
“Sorry I didn’t return the favor.” Guilt weighed heavily on Tristan’s mind, knowing all too well he’d only reached orgasm this time because he’d been fixated on his lust for Gauge.
“You always satisfy me, sire.” Caleb’s sweet smile encouraged one in return from Tristan.
He took his lover’s hand in his and caressed his fingers. “Stay with me tonight?”
“As you wish.”
Tristan rose from the sofa and headed for the door while Caleb remained behind to oversee the removal of the food he’d prepared for their guest, and to make sure any remnants of their own meal hadn’t been left behind. Caleb was quite thorough with his duties.
As Tristan entered the hallway, he found Gauge leaning against the wall a few yards away from the door.
When their eyes met, Tristan’s stomach fluttered with excitement. He sauntered toward him, his body reacting to Gauge in ways he’d never experienced with other men, not even Caleb. “Been here long?”
Gauge drew in a deep breath and exhaled. “Long enough to know Kathryn Guthrie knew what the fuck she was doing after all.”
Though intrigued by the reply, Tristan fought hard not to let on. “How so?”
Gauge started toward him until they met in the middle. His scent had deepened, adopting a musky, feral aroma that made Tristan’s balls tighten and pulse with need.
Tristan backed against the wall.
Gauge towered over him, muscular arms settling on both sides of Tristan’s head as he pinned him in. “Make no mistake. When I decide to give you what you want, you need to know that I won’t settle for anything less than all of you.”
A worrisome pinch irritated Tristan’s side. “Caleb is my—”
“I’m not talking about that. Caleb serves his purpose well, and I’m sure I’ll find use of his talents quite pleasing myself, but where our business is concerned, your head better be in the game or I’ll make you regret it.”
Tristan swallowed hard and nodded.
Gauge leaned in and barely skimmed his lips across Tristan’s.
Just as Tristan responded and moved in for more, Gauge pulled back and walked away without a second glance.
Tyler Robbins is the pen name of author Robin Badillo, who lives in a small Texas town and is the mother of four nearly grown kids, two boys and two girls.
Tyler enjoys stepping out of her comfort zone and pushes the envelope on the stories she writes every chance she gets. She hopes her readers are just as thrilled as she is with the chances she’s taking.
Always the optimist, Tyler is a firm believer that grey hair is merely God’s graffiti!
Website /Blog: http://www.tylerrobbins.org
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/
by Nicola Cameron
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: M/M Erotic Romance; Paranormal Romance
Ex-Marine Zach Mayhew is willing to do anything for his dying grandmother, even find a fairy ring and beg that she be allowed to spend her last days in Faerie. But when a gorgeous Sidhe noble demands a night in his bed in return, Zach learns that a boon asked by moonlight can have unexpected consequences for his heart.
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-boon-by-moonlight-by-nicola-cameron
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EXCERPT: (Mature Audiences Only)
Growling under his breath, Zach went back upstairs and yanked his bedroom door open. “Oh.”
Jerrek was already in bed. His outfit had been neatly folded over the old straight back chair in the corner, and the sidhe himself was nude and stretched out over Zach’s faded blue bedcover. His long, shining brown hair filmed his body just as Zach imagined, revealing tantalizing glimpses of corded arms, a firm chest, and a set of abs that looked like cobblestones. Zach’s gaze continued down, falling on the long, slim cock that was already starting to harden, laying in a graceful curve over one muscled thigh.
The sidhe propped his head up on one hand. “It took you long enough. I was starting to worry that you’d forgotten me,” he commented with a smirk.
“Just — just wanted to get Gram to bed,” Zach managed. “Make sure she was asleep.”
“And is she?”
Jerrek reached out to him. “Well, then. Come to me.”
Wondering if he was in a dream, Zach stepped forward and took the proffered hand. Suddenly he found himself pulled over the sidhe like a human-shaped blanket. “Since you prefer to top and all,” Jerrek purred.
Zach could feel the heat rising from the other man’s body, warming him through. Jerrek’s smirk shifted, turning into a smile. It was both challenge and invitation, and Zach lowered his head until he could just brush his lips across that curved mouth. A tingling jolt went through him, dancing across his nerve endings and grounding out in his groin.
He gasped and Jerrek took advantage of that, kissing him back and running the tip of his tongue around Zach’s lips. The kiss softened, deepened, until their tongues were dueling slickly against each other.
With a soft growl, Jerrek pulled back, sucking in a breath as he did. “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes,” he said, rubbing his naked groin against Zach’s still clothed one. “Take them off at once.”
Zach couldn’t help grinning at the order. “Are you always this bossy?”
“I prefer to think of it as authoritative. What part of ‘sidhe lord’ didn’t you grasp?”
“Well, now that you mention it—” Zach slid a hand between their bodies, curling his fingers around the other man’s shaft and squeezing gently. Jerrek’s mouth opened in a soft groan and he squirmed, bucking into Zach’s grip.
“I’ve never had anyone talk back to me the way you do,” he breathed. “It’s really very refreshing.”
Zach grunted at that, focusing on what was in his hand. Skin so soft it almost didn’t register against his fingertips, and beneath that hardness and a heat that pulsed against his palm. He stroked up, letting his thumb brush across the tip, and felt a bead of wetness there. “I think you like it,” he murmured. “You need someone who isn’t going to stand still for your shit.”
“I would hardly call it—” Jerrek’s complaint was cut off as Zach kissed him again, luring his tongue out and sucking on it. Jerrek moaned into his mouth, then again as he pulled away, laying a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the sidhe’s jaw and down his neck. “Oh, that’s nice. Don’t stop.”
Author BIO: Nicola Cameron is an expatriate Chicagoan who has lived in England, Canada, Holland, and Sweden, and keeps a confusing amalgamation of languages in her head as a result. Currently located in the clavicle of Texas, she has finally mastered the proper use of “y’all,” much to her Chicago family’s dismay.
Despite a healthy interest in sex since puberty, it wasn’t until 2012 that Nicola decided to try writing about it. As it turned out, the skills she picked up during her SF writing career transferred rather nicely to erotic romance. When not writing, she wrangles cats, smooches her husband, makes dolls of dubious and questionable identity, and thanks almighty Cthulhu that she doesn’t have to work for a major telecommunications company any more (because there’s BDSM, and then there’s just plain torture…).
- Website /Blog: http://www.nicolacameronwrites.com
- Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/nicolacameronwrites
- Twitter: https://twitter.com/YesItsNicolaC
- Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/nicola-cameron/
- Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6623791.Nicola_Cameron
- Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/nicola-cameron
- Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B00AIE4RAC
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by Rebecca Brochu
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: M/M Erotic Romance
BLURB: Jacob Stine, one of the owners of the town’s bakery, has wanted Race Carroway since the moment they first met much to the amusement of his best friend Kyle. Despite the obvious tension between them he’s always assumed that the hunky mechanic would never be interested in him. Jacob’s contented himself with admiring Race from a distance until the day he’s forced to call him for help.
When the encounter turns steamy and then ends with Race running off without an explanation Jacob is torn between hurt and confusion. He has to make the decision between finally moving on and trusting Race with one more chance. Will the baker have what it takes to get his man?
Contains M/M sex
Excerpt: (Mature Audiences Only)
The wet heat of his mouth was almost torturous, and Jacob scrambled to find something to hold on to. His hands skated over the top of Race’s buzzed hair for a moment before he forced them away to claw at the wood behind him. Race reached up and grabbed one of Jacob’s hands, placing it on the back of his own head and pressing in silent permission.
Jacob felt his heart skip a beat, but then it was back to racing hard and fast in his chest as he cupped the back of Race’s head in his palm and gave a short, shallow thrust of his hips. Race hummed low in his throat, and the vibration sent chills down Jacob’s spine. He pushed forward harder, forced his cock farther down Race’s throat. Race swallowed, and Jacob couldn’t help himself after that.
His free hand went up to clutch at his own hair as he used the other to maneuver Race on his cock. One minute he pressed in deep, could feel the heat of Race’s breath on his hair and his tongue lapping at his base, and then he would pull him back, let him suckle at the head for a second before doing it all over again. Jacob was intoxicated by the very idea of having Race, strong muscular Race, even a tiny bit under his control, even when it was painfully obvious that Race allowed it to happen.
He’d been so on edge around Race for so long that he knew he wasn’t going to last long, couldn’t last long, not with the way Race sucked him hard and fast and then soft and slow. Not with the way Race took him deep and hummed around his shaft, only to pull back and lave the head of his cock with his tongue. Jacob could feel it building, could feel his balls drawing up and tightening, and the hand on the back of Race’s head moved to his shoulder to push frantically in warning.
Race’s mouth came off of his cock with an obscene noise and then his hands were in its place, trailing up and down his shaft, stroking him fast and confident as his thumb flirted with his slit.
“Come on, Jacob. Want to see you. Been wanting to see you for months.” Race practically crooned at him, and the sight of him there, normally taciturn and dour-looking Race on his knees, eyes blown wide from desire and lips red from sucking his cock, was too much for Jacob. His eyes slammed closed of their own accord, and he felt the orgasm punch its way through his body as he spilled over the tight circle of Race’s finger while Race continued to croon at him almost sweetly.
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Release Date: September 9, 2013
Target Reader: Young Adult
Keywords: Fiction, Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy, YA
Back of the Book: Normal people don’t believe their nightmares stalk them. They don’t fall in love with boys who don’t exist, either.
Seventeen-year-old Layla Labelle, though, is far from normal. Her delusions walk the earth. Her hallucinations hunt her, and her skin heats to a burn every time her anger flares.
Or is that all in her head?
Layla doesn’t know what to believe any more because if none of that’s true, Max MacLarnon must be an illusion, and her heart must still be broken.
No matter how much she wants to believe Max is real, doing so would mean everything else is, too. How, then, is that possible?
The answers lie in an age-old legend the supernatural aren’t prepared to reveal, and with a curse that could tear Layla and Max apart forever—if it doesn’t kill them both first.
In TIED, book one in the Fire Born trilogy, learning the truth will mean fighting an arsenal of demons, and being with Max will put Layla on a path toward her own destruction.
Just how far will Layla go to protect the one she loves?
The answer may never be far enough … away.
Se tell me, what do you think of the cover? Does it make you want to pick up the book? Excite you? Confuse you? I’m always curious what sort of reactions readers have to a cover, so please feel free to share. Of course, I wouldn’t ask you all to share without being willing to do so myself, so…
My Thoughts: I absolutely love the fiery phoenix looking image in the center of the cover. It really draws you in right away and gets the eyes wandering over the rest of the cover. Eye catching is always a good thing. I find the wolfish gargoyle like creature in the corner a bit odd — maybe a bit too computer generated or sci-fi looking for me? The keywords mention fantasy, not sci-fi, so Im not sure how fitting it is to the overall cover. Without reading the story, it is of course really impossible to tell how it fits in. In general, I find the cover makes me curious about the story, so I have to give it a Thumbs UP. 🙂
Welcome to the blog. Today we have another fantastic new release to tell you about. Plus, the author, Silvia Stancil has agreed to give one commentor a FREE eCopy. So, without further ado — let’s check out her release, Double Vision.
Blurb: Independent bartender Kit Blank has a problem lately, and it comes in the form of Jax Heart, the sexiest and most sophisticated vampire in the entire city. While she’s more than happy to hit the sheets, chat it up, and spend all her free time with Jax, the thought of actually committing to him leaves a bad taste in her mouth. Worse yet, as much as she digs Jax, he’s been completely turning her off lately by pushing her toward a real commitment…the kind that comes with fangs. Kit is torn. Does she really love Jax, or is she truly only ready for a boy toy?
But it appears she may have underestimated Jax, who shows up at Club Heat to surprise her in a whole new ensemble…leather jacket, hand ties and all. The only problem is, when Kit’s ready for round two, Jax doesn’t actually remember any of it. Is Jax lying? Has Kit gone crazy? Or are they both suffering from a mysterious case of double vision?
“Is that a vampire down here?” one of the wolf shifters asked. He cocked his brow and emitted a little growl. “Don’t they know Thursday night is…”
“Yeah, yeah,” Kit said with a sigh. “Thursday night is Shifter Night, but he’s a friend of mine, okay? Oh, look. There’s Janika.”
The young blonde girl at the door was Kit’s close friend as well as co-worker. She had been working at Club Heat for two years, almost as long as Kit had. Janika certainly knew the ropes well enough to take over the bar for a while, even if Kit was technically the supervisor. More than likely, she wouldn’t have an issue with Kit taking some time off for some hanky-panky in the utility room with Jax. Janika was a fun sort, if not a little bitchy.
“Janika!” Kit greeted her co-worker with a smile. “A pleasure to see you. You mind taking over for a little bit wile I spend some time with a friend of mine?”
Janika turned up her nose. Her former sorority girl facade must have been a hard thing to
kick, after all. But, she was cool enough.
Kit gave her friend a goofy smile as she waited for an answer.
“Jax?” Janika asked. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What’s a vamp doing down here on…”
“Yeah, on Shifter Thursdays,” Kit said. She put her hands up and shrugged. “He came to see me. Can you hold the bar down for awhile or what?”
“Yeah, sure.” Janika pulled a washrag from her apron to wipe down the bar. “Missed a spot, Kit.”
Kit laughed and flipped her co-worker off as she hopped over the bar. She practically dragged Jax off his barstool. There was something different about him tonight, something animalistic that just begged to be unleashed. He was almost like a shifter, seemingly fitting for Shifter Thursday.
“Back here, back here.” Kit pulled him to the area behind the bar and scrambled to unlock the door to the utility room. “I can’t believe you’re up for this. This is so unlike you.”
“Yeah, well.” Jax shoved her into the closet and slammed the door behind him. “I’m up for all kinds of new things, lately,” he told her. Jax reached up to pull the string that turned the light on. “Are you, baby?”
Jax was certainly being weird, but it would do. Already, her skirt had slid around her ankles. His hands weren’t shy as he examined her and fondled two fingers into her pussy. Kit had already gotten wet from the thought of Jax lightening up. She missed their kinky no-strings attached sex.
“There we are,” he growled.
She realized the tip of his pinky finger had penetrated just a little bit into her asshole. Kit shuddered, going to protest. She had never done such a thing. He slapped her on the ass, hard. Kit’s felt her eyes widen in both shock and pleasure.
“Don’t talk,” he commanded. Jax grabbed her wrists. He tied a black, silk scarf around them, binding her hands together.
Another slap on the ass, hard enough to make her squeal.
“I thought I told you not to talk. Now, you may answer my questions if I address you. Yes, sir?”
Slap. That one had been so hard it reverberated into her legs. Kit bit her lip. This was too hot. This wasn’t Jax. But it was. “Yes sir,” she purred.
“Excellent,” he said. “Do you know what I have in my hands, Kit? What I’m about to put somewhere we’ve never played before?”
Kit held back a squeal as the sensation of tiny beads slid inside her ass. Jax slid his hand down neatly between her parted lips. He easily used her soaking wet pussy to lube up her asshole. The little beads slid in and out fast. They twisted in different directions and caused sensations inside Kit that she hadn’t known possible.
“Oh, shit,” she muttered. Another slap rang on her bare ass, causing her to let out a little squeak. The sound bought her another slap.
“There we go,” he said. Jax gently pulled back the beads. He left just a few of them inside of her and brought it from one side to another with a firm pressure. He pulled her lips apart again. The next thing she knew, he was inside her. The beads jiggled back and forth as he grunted his way into her insides. The vampire jammed up so far inside of her that it hurt for a minute.
“What has gotten into you?” she gasped. Kit tried to grab at the wall for support before she remembered she was tied up.
“What you said to me last night got into me,” he said in a low voice. He slapped her good on the thigh, hard enough to make a red mark. “That’s for talking. You said I was emo, Kit. Emo kid. I’m here to show you I’m not.”
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About the Author: Silvia Stancil lives in beautiful South Carolina with her husband, young son, and all the characters in her head. She holds a degree in English and spends her free time writing, running by the ocean, and wearing too much eye makeup. Silvia writes erotica, mainstream romance, horror and YA under multiple pen names.
Welcome back to the Book Nook for another installment of Sexy Snippets. This week, I’ve decided to heat things up with a tiny teaser from my story from Vanilla Free Christmas, FAITH’s GIFT, since I am working on a longer follow up tale with a much naughtier bent.
THIS EXCERPT IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. You have been warned — in all CAPS, no less. 🙂
“You’re absolutely gorgeous when you’re in pain. A wonderful surprise for me, but quite dangerous for you.”
She stiffened. Would he really hurt her? To that point, even the things he’d done to her that had caused pain had also brought intense pleasure.
Richard stroked her cheek. “Don’t panic, lamb. I’m too set on fucking you at the moment to do much else.”
I have to agree with the ladies. Richard makes my knees wobbly. What do you think? I love comments and feedback, so feel free to share your thoughts.
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New Release News: The Submission of a Mafia Princess by Sandra Bunino (@sandrabunino) @evernightpub #erorom #BDSM
Today I have the pleasure of introducing you all to fellow Evernight author, Sandra Bunino’s newest release, The Submission of a Mafia Princess. This book is the next installment of her Satin Rose Experience tales. If you haven’t read any of them yet, you are totally missing out.
Let’s have a closer look at the new tale:
Blurb: Duty, Respect and Honor thy Family…
As the only child of notorious mob boss, Tony “The Chief” Azzari, Antonietta lives her life by this mantra. Toni never questions the world where decisions are made for her, until she meets Harley-Davidson riding bad boy, Braxton Malone. Ever since their fiery first kiss all those years ago, she can’t deny the desire to submit to his control.
Brax always knew he’d be walking a dangerous tightrope if he fell for Toni, but like a moth to a flame, he couldn’t stay away. Barely surviving the wrath of the mob within an inch of his life, a scorned Brax has vowed never again to allow a woman under his skin.
Three years later, Brax is a top Dom at The Satin Rose Experience, New York’s posh BDSM club. When Toni shows up to fulfill her fantasy of submission before being forced into a loveless marriage, that vow is in just as much jeopardy as his life. Can they overcome the crimes of passion from their past and change Toni’s fate forever?
Excerpt: (MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY)
Toni lay in darkness, left alone with her thoughts and listening to the air flowing in through her nose and out through her mouth as Mia had instructed. Candles were one of Toni’s demands, especially when she discovered the submissive pose would push her ass high in the air. She couldn’t handle a harsh spotlight on her full cheeks. Even though she didn’t want to admit it, the dim lights also served the purpose of keeping her Dom of choice, Mick, as anonymous as possible. Not that she needed candles for that; his last minute demand was to blindfold her. Something that they hadn’t talked about while reviewing her soft and hard limits.
Toni wasn’t sure how much time had passed since Mia left the room after preparing her for the scene. She tested the restraints connected to her wrist bindings. Only an inch or two of slack allowed her to shift slightly on the sumptuous bed. Crisp linens cradled her shins, which were spread slightly. Deep breaths pushed her leather-covered breasts into the soft mattress. Her position of submission caused the leather strap between her backside cheeks to tighten against her sensitized folds.
The click of the lock and slide of the door caused every nerve ending to stand at attention. Heavy footfalls sounded on the suite’s plush carpeting. Concentrating on her breathing, Toni willed her heart to stay within the confines of her chest.
Inhale through her nose. Fingers caressed the back of her calf and eased her shoe off her right foot.
Exhale through her mouth. Her other shoe slid from her foot and a single finger drew a slow line down the bottom of her foot.
Inhale. The ticking of a zipper filled her ears.
Exhale. Shit, the breathing thing wasn’t working.
Inhale and hold. She squeezed her eyes shut. I can do this. I can do this.
The floodgates opened with a sobbing exhale. “Fire! Fire. I’m sorry. I can’t. I just…can’t. I thought I could. I thought it would be like before. But it’s not.”
“Before?” a low voice whispered. There was something about that voice.
“Yes, before. With Brax. I’m sorry. I just can’t, not like this.” A sob wracked her chest and tears soaked her blindfold.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Hands stroked her hair enveloping her into a comforting sensation that was as familiar as breathing. She picked her head up and perked her ears toward the source.
“It’s me, Antonietta. You’re safe.”
The bed dipped next to her and the blindfold slipped off her head. She blinked a few times to focus her eyes.
“What are you doing here?”
“Come on, you know me a little better than to think I’d sit back idly and allow some random man have his way with you.”
Toni sat up on her heels causing her tethered hands to rise awkwardly.
“Here. Let’s get you out of these.” Brax unhooked the restraints from her bindings and took her hands into his. He untied the satin cords and slowly uncoiled them from her wrists. Rubbing them in between his hands, memories came flooding back. Back when she was his.
“You look beautiful,” he said, surveying her body.
She focused on his face, attempting to sear every feature of him into her memory: the planes and light stubble of his cheeks, his tousled hair, and his eyes that had always been able to read her like a book from the first day they met.
There was so much she wanted to say, but it was pointless. “One night is all we have.”
Brax took her chin between his thumb and index finger and pulled her close. “I know. Get up and get dressed.”
“Where are we going?”
“Your fantasy of submission starts now. No questions,” he said and playfully slapped her ass. Grabbed his jacket from the chair, he strode to the door before turning around.
“You have ten minutes. Wear a dress and these.” He pulled a flash of red and lace from the jacket’s pocket and tossed it to Toni.
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