Saturday, 27 August 2016

Saturday Spankings



Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week something special, my novel IN EXPERT HANDS has had a makeover - new title, new cover. The content in HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE remains the same as In Expert Hands, and as anyone who has read it previously will know, phew, that content is smokin' hot!


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When a wealthy client of her company requests to have lunch with her to discuss a new business venture, Imogen White doesn’t expect to end up answering questions about her most intimate desires. But Kane Ward is no ordinary client. He’s a man who gets what he wants, every time, and it doesn’t take long for Imogen to realize that what he wants is her.

Imogen accompanies Kane to New York City to learn more about his new investment, and with the handsome billionaire’s charm and confidence leaving her breathless things quickly heat up between them. But Kane has very particular tastes, and Imogen soon finds herself kneeling naked at his feet as he teaches her what it means to submit to a dominant man.

The pleasure of yielding to Kane’s masterful lovemaking is more intense than anything she’s experienced before, but Imogen is far from used to giving up control to anyone. Will Kane’s demands drive Imogen from his arms before she can come to terms with her own needs?

Publisher’s Note: Her Dominant Billionaire includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that an earlier version of this book was previously published under the title In Expert Hands.



From the hallway she heard a ping. The elevator had been called down to reception. He was here.
She rushed to the piano and stretched herself over it, ass in the air. The wooden surface was cool against her skin as she rested her cheek on it and stared out at the rooftops.
God, what was she doing?
What if it wasn’t him?
What if he had company?
She lifted up. Glanced over at the bedroom door. Should she dart back inside? Fuck it. This was her plan. She could do this.
She tipped forward again, parted her legs. When he walked from the hall area into the main room, he’d see her buttocks facing him and waiting to be reddened. He’d see her pussy peeking out, ready to be fucked.
She swallowed; her mouth was dry and her heart tripping along. As she breathed, the warm air from her lungs fogged the surface of the piano.
A distant swoosh signaled that the elevator had arrived.
She strained to listen. Hoping to hell she wouldn’t hear voices.
She didn’t.
After a few seconds, the elevator doors shut and one set of footsteps walked into the room. She stayed utterly still.
He stopped.
She clenched her fists.
“Imogen,” he said, a question sitting in the way he’d spoken.
“I want you to spank me, flog me, do whatever it is you need to do.” She moved her hips from left to right.
“That’s a very tempting offer.”
She glanced over her shoulder and saw him shrug out of his suit jacket. He draped it over the sofa and took a step closer.
“I’m sorry if I didn’t hit the spot for you last night,” she said. “Do whatever you need to do to me now.”
“Why would you say that about last night?”
He walked right up to the piano, but instead of stopping behind her, as she’d expected him to, he sat at the stool in front of the keys and looked up at her.
“Because I know what you’re into and we didn’t do that. None of it.”
“I told you sometimes vanilla is the best flavor.”
“But—”
“I’ve wanted you for a long time, Imogen. I needed nothing more than to make love to you the way I did last night.” He smiled and closed the case over the keys. “There was nothing lacking, nothing at all, so please don’t think that was the case.” He paused. “Unless there was something missing for you?”
“No, no, there wasn’t.” She shut her eyes. Damn it. She’d been stupid to offer her bare ass to him. He’d think she was mad or certainly naïve.
“I’m glad to hear it,” he said. He raised his right hand and undid the cuff. He then rolled it three times, very neatly, very precisely.
Imogen watched as he repeated the action with his left sleeve. When he’d done it, she started to stand straight.
“No,” he said, setting his gaze on her. “Stay like that.”





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A very warm welcome to another My Sexy Saturday. This week's theme is Sexy Beast and in my newly revamped (new cover, new title) novel HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE, Kane Ward is without a doubt one of the sexiest beasts I've ever written about!


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When a wealthy client of her company requests to have lunch with her to discuss a new business venture, Imogen White doesn’t expect to end up answering questions about her most intimate desires. But Kane Ward is no ordinary client. He’s a man who gets what he wants, every time, and it doesn’t take long for Imogen to realize that what he wants is her.

Imogen accompanies Kane to New York City to learn more about his new investment, and with the handsome billionaire’s charm and confidence leaving her breathless things quickly heat up between them. But Kane has very particular tastes, and Imogen soon finds herself kneeling naked at his feet as he teaches her what it means to submit to a dominant man.

The pleasure of yielding to Kane’s masterful lovemaking is more intense than anything she’s experienced before, but Imogen is far from used to giving up control to anyone. Will Kane’s demands drive Imogen from his arms before she can come to terms with her own needs?

Publisher’s Note: Her Dominant Billionaire includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book. Also note that an earlier version of this book was previously published under the title In Expert Hands.



“Are you willing to obey?” Kane asked.
“Yes, Sir,” Imogen replied.
“Then that will be today’s lesson.” He ran his hand into her hair and collected it in a bunch.
He fisted it, forcing her to look up at him. “Do you have any questions?”
Imogen could feel the basque moving against her body with her rapid breaths. An image flashed through her mind: Tara, at the club, obeying her master, being strung up and flogged, then coming. Her master had done that, taken her there. But what about him? He hadn’t climaxed.
“Yes,” she said. “One.”
“Then ask.” He frowned slightly.
“At the club, the second scene. Tara’s master didn’t come—how does that work? How is that good for him?”
“Excellent question.” With his free hand, he popped open the top button on his suit trousers.
“When two or three or more people are in a scene it’s not a requirement for everyone to come together. Vanilla couples put too much emphasis on that—what is it, the holy bloody grail to climax in unison?” He drew down the zipper on his fly. “In this world you’re stepping into, giving pleasure is as wonderful as receiving pleasure.”
She stared at his groin. His cock was straining behind the material.
“There will be times a master gives his sub pleasure and he goes without, yet feels fully satisfied, and times when a sub gives pleasure without receiving.” He shoved at his trousers and they slipped down his thighs, exposing his hairy legs. He then tugged at the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushed them out of the way.






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Friday, 26 August 2016

Tagging Mackenzie by LM Somerton

Please welcome my fellow author from the HIS RULES anthology, LM Somerton, who is here to chat about the release of her single title in the anthology TAGGING MACKENZIE. Take it away...




I’ve always been fascinated by the secretive world of graffiti artists and the efforts they go to placing their art. Sometimes on the train travelling to London, I’ve wondered how on earth they get to some of the spots they do without getting themselves killed. The urge to get noticed, albeit anonymously is what inspired the character of Kenzie in my short story Tagging Mackenzie. There is a fascinating dichotomy between his secret persona as a graffiti artist and his need for the Dom he crushes on, to notice him. I thought there was a nice sense of irony in using one to achieve the other.

What constitutes art to one person may not be the same for someone else. It’s only since the advent of artists like Banksy that graffiti has moved towards legitimacy. The BDSM world can also have that hint of mystery, of the underground, known only to the select few. If all forms of art can be brought out into the open and appreciated for what they are, maybe one day the same will apply to alternative lifestyles.

‘Tagging Mackenzie’ by L.M. Somerton

Achieving a Dom’s undivided attention can have unpredictable consequences.

Steele Denton’s business doing custom paint jobs for fast bikes is booming. He’s in demand and has a reputation for being a perfectionist. Tattooed and intimidating, Steele is also in demand as a Dom at his local BDSM club, Chain of Thorns. He requires perfect submission from any sub he deigns to play with.

Mackenzie Soames is desperate for Steele to notice him, but he might as well be invisible. He has no idea how to get invited into the VIP members’ area that Steele rarely strays from, so he concocts a plan to get Steele’s attention. Kenzie is a talented graffiti artist with a secret identity, known only by his tag, a pair of handcuffs. He spray-paints a BDSM scene on a wall at the side of Steele’s workshop, hoping Steele will see the security footage and track him down. However, Steele is working late and catches him in the act.
Steele recognizes Kenzie from the club and demands twenty-four hours of sexual slavery as penance for the graffiti. Kenzie has no choice but to agree and soon discovers that being Steele’s sub will either make him or break him.




Excerpt

“Look at him, Ricky. Isn’t he the most lust-inducing man-shaped piece of yumminess you’ve ever laid eyes on?” Mackenzie Soames prodded his best friend’s biceps, causing him to yelp then pout.
“Ouch! What is the matter with you, Kenzie? Let me guess…Steele Denton just arrived.” Ricky swiveled on his stool, contorting his body to peer across the club.
“Don’t stare! He’ll see us.” Kenzie shifted subtly to the side so that Ricky’s slightly broader frame shielded his own slender body.
“Isn’t that the point? You’re not dressed like that”—Ricky waved vaguely in Kenzie’s direction—“to blend into the background. What is the point of getting all dolled up like the subby little twink you are, if you just hide behind me all the time?”
Kenzie examined his outfit with a critical eye. The red PVC trousers hung off his slim hips and molded to his thighs. The glossy sheen of the fabric reflected the club’s dim lighting. He loved the matching cuffs buckled around his wrists. They were nicely padded on the inside to protect his skin. He marked easily, which most Doms loved, but he didn’t want to put those marks there himself. He wore a black club collar indicating that he was available to play, and apart from his boots, that was it. The fine dusting of shimmering body powder didn’t count. He didn’t boast a single defined ab, let alone a six-pack, but his frame was toned and firm.
“It doesn’t matter what I wear. I could be dancing naked right in front of him and he’d walk straight by. What’s the point in putting myself out there just to get rejected?” Kenzie watched as Steele paused to chat to two leather-clad Doms at the bar.
“I don’t recall him rejecting you. He hasn’t had the chance.” Ricky used his soothing voice, the same one he most likely used on the spitting balls of furry fury at the veterinary practice where he worked as a nurse.
“Stop using the voice on me.” Kenzie couldn’t rip his gaze away from Steele’s back. It was a particularly fine example, chiefly because it topped a perfect ass hugged by well-worn leather.
“You’re drooling. You may as well be an overexcited puppy, especially with those big brown eyes of yours, so the voice is appropriate,” Ricky snarked. “Anyhoo, would you really want Steele Denton spanking your ass? He has a rep for being ultra-tough. He only plays with really well-trained subs and from what I’ve seen, he goes for big, tough types.”
“I know, I know.” Kenzie knew his deep sigh was melodramatic but he craved Steele’s attention. “I’m a sad, attention-seeking brat with a bad case of unrequited lust for tattooed dominant types. With twinkly blue eyes.” He sighed again. “He has the most amazing eyes.”
“You’re a lost cause,” Ricky said, turning back to his drink.


Bio

Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.

She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She's fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and some not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.

LM is winner of the National Leather Association’s Pauline Reage Award for best novel and the 2016 Golden Flogger Award for best BDSM novel in the LGBT category. She has received Honorable Mentions in the Rainbow Awards and won the Action and Adventure category of Divine Magazine’s Book Awards in 2015. You can track her down online here:





Thursday, 25 August 2016

Mirror Music - Cover Reveal

Today I'm excited to show off the cover for MIRROR MUSIC which is book #2 in my ROCK STARZ series. Due out on the 2nd of September. Sign up to my newsletter to stay up to date with all of my new releases plus get a free novel.


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As Robbie Harding belts out hit song ‘Jenny’ to a packed Wembley Stadium, my heart tears, my mind spins and my insides heat to a lusty, pulsing boiling point.

Why me more than the other 90,000 screaming fans?

Because I’m Jenny—he’s singing about me.

The guy is sex on legs with a voice to match and has starred in all my hot dreams since the day boys became interesting and for three precious years, it was more than hot dreams. Turns out he wants me back in his life and his bed. How can I resist?

So with lots of naked, sweaty and downright dirty time to make up for, I wield my backstage pass, hunt him down and refuse to be starstruck by the boy next door. Seems Robbie agrees, as he insists on tuning in to my needs and rediscovering our rhythm in a very unusual bedroom.



Miss book #1? Grab MATTRESS MUSIC today. And look out for the final book, MENAGE A MUSIC, coming very soon.


Wednesday, 24 August 2016

Grand Opening (Kiss of Leather 4) by Morticia Knight


The latest book in the Bestselling Kiss of Leather series is now available! This M/M BDSM series tells the stories of three Doms who build their own premiere BDSM club from the ground up in West Hollywood. Along the way they meet their boys, renew old vows and tackle a mystery that threatens the sub’s lives. Join them on their journey that begins with Book 1: Building Bonds. Read on to find out more about the newest release, Grand Opening.



Blurb

The men of Kiss of Leather celebrate a beginning, but will the price be another ending?

The grand opening of Kiss of Leather draws near and the pressure is on to make sure everything is completed in time. Master Josh is a perfectionist, so no detail is too small in order to enhance the quality of the prestigious club they’ve all worked so tirelessly on. Unfortunately, the endless demands on Josh’s time have caused him to forget the more important things in life.

David’s love for Master Josh is overpowering at times, but lately, that love has been constantly tested. How can a sub in a fulltime D/s relationship serve a Master who’s never there? As things continue to deteriorate between him and Josh, David wonders if maybe his Master has tired of having to care for a sub fulltime.

By the time the grand opening arrives, Josh and David seem to have worked out their differences and David is hopeful for their future. The emotional collaring ceremony between Gavin and Kyle is a beautiful reminder of the power of love. But when an unexpected party crasher intrudes on the evening’s festivities, the men are reminded that there are still too many unanswered questions related to Corey’s kidnapping.

More than ever, the men of Kiss of Leather need to stand strong together. Will Josh and David be able to do the same?

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The sound of David’s muffled heartbeat echoed in his ears, dizziness consuming David as he found himself encouraged to sink to the floor, Josh’s embrace guiding him. He gasped and panted for air as he curled onto Josh’s lap. Josh soothed him with possessive touches as he caressed him through the aftermath of his orgasm. He whispered words of love and reassurance, praised him for being the best sub as he pressed soft kisses to his head.
David had run the gamut of emotions within the span of a few hours and he was exhausted.
“Master?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I wouldn’t mind taking a nap on the sofa if you need to take care of those other things before we leave.”
Josh squeezed him tightly. “You aren’t saying that purely for my benefit are you?”
David yawned unexpectedly then chuckled. “I swear I’m not. But if you’re hungry, go ahead and eat while I’m resting.”
Josh let out a small growl and David tensed. “Sorry, boy. That’s merely my opinion of my bad behavior these past few months. You might have forgiven me, but it could take a while before I forgive myself.”
David snuggled into Josh’s warmth. “I don’t want you to feel that way. I love you.”
Another kiss was pressed to his head. “Love you too. Very much.”
Josh encircled David’s waist, then maneuvered him off his lap. “Here. Hold on to me while I stand up. I don’t want you to topple over because I’ve got you hobbled by your jeans.”
“Yeah. That’d be a definite mood breaker.”
Josh snorted as he rose to his feet. He helped David set himself to rights, then led him to the settee. “If this isn’t comfortable enough, you could lie down on a bed in one of the private rooms.”
David hugged his Master, holding on tightly. It wasn’t until that exact moment that he realized he’d been afraid to even touch him. Their contract didn’t include limitations on touch unless specified in a scene. They were both affectionate men, so they’d agreed from the beginning that physical contact wouldn’t be a part of their rules. But Josh’s recent distance from him emotionally had begun to shut down the part of David that wanted to touch his Master all the time.
“Please. I want to stay in here with you. Be near you.”
“Of course, David. You don’t have to ask. I only wanted to be make sure you’d be comfortable.”
Josh gave him another kiss, then strode back to his desk. David settled onto his side, his legs bent to accommodate the short length of the small couch, his feet dangling over the edge anyway. He kept his hands folded under his cheek and fixed his gaze on Josh. Josh caught him staring and winked, but then went back to scanning his computer screen while eating the tuna sandwich David had prepared.
His eyes fluttered, his mind wandering as he began to doze off. Pretty soon, the club would be opened and everything would go back to the way it once was. Even if Josh would still have to work at the club, he’d just shown David how David’s needs came first.
Right?
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