Tuesday, 26 February 2019
Sunday, 24 February 2019
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Saturday, 23 February 2019
Welcome to Saturday Spankings, today I have a free ebook for all of you pain and pleasure lovers. It's titled CONFETTI AND COLLARS and is a co-author by myself and Natalie Dae.
Here's a snippet...
He takes a couple of steps towards you, his thickened presence tells you that, and the wooden boards creak. The sound splinters your nerve endings, sending spikes of electricity careening through your body. You shiver, let the sensations spread and dance. Hold your breath until your head spins. He presses a hand to your arse cheek, and you jump, remember to breathe. With circular movements, he warms your skin. You rock slightly from the attention, tiny shards of pain pinging from your knees and up your thighs. Delicious, that’s what this is, the preparation before the finale, the practice before the real deal.
“Your arse is hot, pet. So very hot. Almost ready to take the gift I have for it.”
Gift. He always calls it that, and he’s right. What he gives you is a present, one that is unwrapped slowly, the paper ripped in increments, never wrenched off in one rushing pull. You have to wait to see what the removal of the paper reveals, getting glimpses of what’s on offer but never the full picture until the last piece of wrap has fallen away.
Christmas. Every day with him is like Christmas.
He taps your arse, gently at first, a soft set of beats that become harder and faster. Your skin tingles, and not just where he’s striking, ensuring you close your eyes in order to get where you need to be. You’re standing at the arrivals gate, about to check in. Once you hand your ticket over, you’re free to fly.
Heat spreads from the abused area, the edges of that heat prickly as it meets with cooler skin. With each slap his fingertips get closer to your cunt lips, setting off a vibration that threatens to send you over the edge too soon. You hold your breath again, willing yourself not to allow the tendrils of pleasure to change into something much stronger. No, now isn’t the time to indulge, to come. You’re only allowed to do that when he tells you so.
His strikes are harder now, a couple of seconds between each one as he undoubtedly lifts his hand farther away in order to give you a good whack. And they’re good, so bloody good—the best.
“Nearly there, pet,” he says, smacking, smacking, smacking.
Wednesday, 20 February 2019
Grab a FREE copy of CONFETTI AND COLLARS, a co-authored book by myself and Natalie Dae writing under the name HARLEM DAE.
Tuesday, 19 February 2019
Saturday, 16 February 2019
Friday, 15 February 2019
Wednesday, 13 February 2019
Hot Aliens. Intergalactic Danger. Wild Love. OUT TODAY - EQUINOX BOXED SET #reverseharem #scifi #romance #whychoose
Find hot aliens, intergalactic danger and out of this world love in the complete EQUINOX trilogy.
Boxed Set Contains
After escaping a fate worse than death, Uma Nixon knows she's one lucky woman.
She also knows Earth is no longer a safe place to be.
Not wanting to fall into the same trap twice, she uses her skills to secure a job aboard Equinox as it travels between Earth and Planet Athion. Some might say it's a grinding job. A long journey in hyperspace as a cognitive traveler isn't for everyone. But throw four sexy guys into the mix--human and alien--a cheeky parrot, and a whole lot of flirting and desire, things soon get interesting out there in the abyss.
When jealousy, curious quirks of evolution, and danger rears its head, Uma wonders if she'll be able to handle the heat and the excitement. And if she can't...there's nowhere to run.
EQUINOX - A STANDALONE TRILOGY WITHIN THE PLANET ATHION SHARED WORLD (planetathion.blogspot.com)
Tuesday, 12 February 2019
Saturday, 9 February 2019
Check out my popular LONDON MENAGE series, there's MMF and MFM for you to enjoy. Not necessary to read in order to enjoy.
Friday, 8 February 2019
‘That hurt. I didn’t know if I could take it. But, at the same time, it was reassuring to be in your arms. You helped me get through the pain, even though you were the one causing it.’
Cuckold and hot wife couple, Rob and Tina, are back together, but they have a rough path in front of them. Rob knows Tina will never be satisfied with him and will soon be on the hunt for another man. But now her interest in sadomasochism has been awoken, is she looking for a stud or a master?
Fortunately, sexy young goth Charlotte is on hand to be their guide into the world of erotic pain and humiliation. Will Rob and Tina’s marriage survive beyond this latest stop on their Cuckold Odyssey?
A Cuckold Odyssey, book 4.
Her mouth was wide open and her breathing was getting faster. I knew what that meant, and I’m fairly sure he did too. His expression was one I’d seen on other men’s faces while they were with my wife. He was trying to keep going until she came. Tina’s body tensed. She was very close. ‘Dirty little slut,’ he said, fiercely. This was enough to push her over the edge. She came with a shout. On hearing that, he relaxed and groaned as he came inside her.
‘Let me feel it pumping into me,’ she said. After a moment, he pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed. She couldn’t speak immediately. Raising her head to look at him, she said, ‘That was fucking intense.’ He didn’t answer, so she turned to me. ‘What do you say to Nathan?’
This was one of the moments when I regretted doing this with a friend. Nathan and I had played pool together. We’d chatted many times in bars, restaurants, and at barbecues. We’d always interacted as equals. And now I had to look him in the eye and say, ‘Thank you for fucking my wife.’
‘And?’ prompted Tina.
‘And for doing it better than I ever could.’
Rob Matthews was born in London. He divides his time between Britain and the United States. He's the author of the Cuckold Odyssey series: Come Home With Us, I Can Do It Better, We Make Our Own Rules, and I'm the One You Need. He's also written the stand-alone book, Black and Blue - An Interracial Cuckold Tale. Rob is currently working on two more interracial cuckold tales, Talking Bull and Black Friday. Both are coming soon from Fanny Press, an imprint of Epicenter Press.
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Wednesday, 6 February 2019
Tuesday, 5 February 2019
Can a monster ever find redemption?
The Dark Necessities – Book Three
Release date: 6thFebruary, 2019
Free from her captor, author Molly Clary finds herself back at home, but she’s just as lost as ever. In the isolation of her new-found freedom, Molly makes a startling revelation; she can no longer function without Connor Reilly. She can’t write without him; she can’t live without him.
The admission leads Molly into the most intense and dangerous chapter of her twisted love affair yet, and by reaching out to Connor again, she must decide if she can really leave her old life behind to venture into the dark and mysterious confines of the organization known only as The Syndicate.
For a couple whose love is built on lust, and fear and submission, there should be no happy ending. But as Molly helps her kidnapper lay his ghosts to rest, the question beckons, can they forge their own brand of happiness regardless? Can Connor finally be delivered into a consensual union with his kitten, and will it be enough to satisfy both of their dark needs?
Buy the captivating conclusion to The Dark Necessities trilogy, and devour this tantalizing finale.
Connor swatted her again, pausing to admire the way the impact passed over her cheeks. “Do you need this spanking, kitten?” he demanded, noticing his voice had fallen to little more than a growl.
He didn’t know why he asked, having already determined for himself that the answer was yes, but somehow, there was always something so bloody satisfying about hearing it from Molly’s lips.
“Yes, Master,” she breathed as he landed a fourth strike, followed by another three in fast succession. “Yes, I need it.”
“Yes. You. Do.” Connor agreed, accentuating each word with a new swat. “Just think about how many months you’ve gone without my discipline.”
Connor landed another hard spank, conscious of his cock throbbing gloriously at the groan that left his kitten’s lips. “How many spankings have you needed?” he asked her. “How many have you missed?”
“Too many, Master,” she panted as he continued, spanking her gorgeous backside time and time again as if to reinforce the point.
“Yes, too many,” he agreed. “I know you, kitten, and naughty little pets like you need regular spankings to keep them in their place.”
He paused, watching as her hips rose of their own accord. It was as though Molly’s body was actually looking for his palm. “Don’t they?” he demanded.
“Yes!” She was almost screeching now, though Connor didn’t think he’d been very hard on her so far. Allowing his gaze to drink in the length of her body, he concluded with a wry smile that his pet’s desperation was more to do with her burgeoning arousal, than her pain threshold. He knew from experience that she was well-equipped to deal with a lot of pain. “Yes, Master. They do. I do!”
“Yes,” he agreed again, and as he spoke, Connor shifted his palm and aimed his next strike directly at her pussy.
Molly yelped at the new strike, but the sound morphed quickly into something of a moan.
“You like that, kitten,” he mused mockingly. “Don’t you?”
Her wide-kneed stance made it easy to access her wet seam, and even the swat he’d just delivered hadn’t made her legs close.
“Yes, Master,” she admitted, her voice a strangled sound which conveyed her very obvious misery on the subject.
“Tell me, then,” he commanded as he smacked the area again. “Tell your Master what you like, you naughty little pet.”
Molly moaned at the instruction, her hips grinding against his legs as he gave the order. Her body language was more than clear; Molly wanted more. Much, much more.
“I like it when you spank my pussy, Master,” she panted, pushing her face into the fabric of the cushion as she made the concession.
Connor smiled to himself. That wasn’t a bad first effort, but she’d have to do much better than that if she wanted her pleasure.
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Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author.
She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission.
You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.
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Monday, 4 February 2019
Sunday, 3 February 2019
Dreaming of Traveling Through Space with Sexy Aliens? Be Seduced by Equinox #boxset #reverseharem #scifi
My Planet Athion trilogy hits the shelves as a boxed set on 14th February. Pre-Order your copy now and spend Valentine's Day with the sexy crew of EQUINOX. They won't let you down!
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Saturday, 2 February 2019
Welcome to Saturday Spankings. This week a FREE copy of IN SAFE HANDS for everyone who takes the time to hop onto my blog.
She wriggled. The cool leather of the brown chair was soft against the skin on her shoulders, back and legs. She curled her hands around the ends of the arms and tapped her fingers.
Soon he’d be here.
Soon the door would open and shut with a soft click and the sounds of his shoes clicking across the hallway would make her heart trip and her nipples spike against her new bra.
She uncrossed and crossed her legs. Checked the lace at the front of her new panties to ensure it was smooth. It was. Of course it was. She’d carefully shaved her pussy for this occasion. He’d mentioned last week that he liked hairless, so she’d thought it would be an extra treat for his birthday. As it happened, it was quite a treat for her too—it felt wonderful.
She licked her lips and wondered if she should nip to the bathroom and apply another squirt of perfume. Maybe add another sheen of lip gloss. But what if he arrived as she was doing it? That would spoil the moment. She wanted to be sitting in the spanking chair, staring out, when he got home. It was the way she’d imagined it. The way she’d fantasized about it.
The wail of a siren, many storeys below, filtered up to the apartment. As it faded, Marie heard the door click once then twice.
He was here.
She swallowed. Her belly tightened. She clenched her internal muscles.
His keys rattled in the ceramic bowl against hers.
His shoes clacked in a slow, controlled way across the oak flooring. Rhythmic and steady, he came closer and closer still.
Marie held her breath. Hoped the red wasn’t a mistake. He did like red, didn’t he? She hadn’t pushed further than she should, had she? No. They’d done all sorts of kinky things together. Him arriving home and finding her, his maid, in his chair wearing only underwear was tame in comparison.
She sensed he’d stopped right behind her.
He didn’t speak, but she could hear his breaths and smell his cologne.
“Happy birthday,” she said quietly.
IN SAFE HANDS is a spin off story from HER DOMINANT BILLIONAIRE (free on KU)
Friday, 1 February 2019
Please welcome A P VON K'ORY to my blog today...
Why Do I Write? My To Be Or Not To Be
Often I think I know the answer to this question: Why Do I Write? I, personally, write because I have something I’m passionate about and want to share with others. Something I want to shout from the rooftops, quite honestly. Other times, when the going is rough, I hear my inner voice shout : “Why do you write?” And that inner voice is the one I pay more attention to. It tells me I am not capable of NOT writing. Writing gets me out of bed in the middle of the night to either find my laptop or pen and notebook to jot down my burning ideas.
This writer’s passion is what started me off writing my multi-genred erotic series Golden Shana.
Of course some of the answers we writers tell ourselves risk making us feel like this whole thing is harder than it needs to be. Other answers, self-given, from readers or fellow writers or gleaned from friends and family, can be surprisingly helpful and provide relief. With my first book in the series, Golden Shana: The Chase, I selfishly wanted my kind of erotic romance to also be a thriller/mystery/suspense and was convinced it would wow every reader.
I came to learn I chased something potentially unattainable from readers; I couldn’t please them all. I didn’t even please most of them – they weren’t me. Having plunged into icy waters, the insecurity and self-doubt followed. And yet I knew I couldn’t stop writing and wouldn’t ‘write to market’as so many publishers and editors wanted me to.
The writer in me rebelled. This was my story, the one I wanted to shout from the rooftops. I read it and read it dozens of times and each time I shook my head: I’m not changing this, sorry!I’d rather suffer the lack of readers and financial failure than deliver something I didn’t believe in or even loathed – that would be insulting or at best cheating the reader. I knew I had something to say that hadn’t been said. At least not said the way I felt it can and should be said.
Yet that inner voice also craved acknowledgement and financial success. Which writer doesn’t want to be a Hollywood phenomenon? Still, I believed in myself enough to disregard all and concentrate on writing what I’d be proud to call mine and shout to the world about. I stubbornly wrote the second book Golden Shana: The Capture, the third book Golden Shana: The Untouchable, and I’m now writing the fourth book in the Golden Shana series, Golden Shana: The Conquest.
Most writers have experienced that Frankenstein’s monster thing. Shana and Roman had me captive since I began to write their story in 2013, and they led me wherever they wanted to lead me up to this minute, in 2019, writing the fourth book.
My joy is when I find a reader who “totally sees it” in my writing. And that’s a rare reward and confirmation of my creativity that’s the air it breathes. The money and world fame would be great. But one such a reader inspires and encourages me to write more and better for them. They wipe out the pain and disappointment from all the rejections and negative critiques. After all, I exposed myself to all that when I decided to write, so if I expect my opinions to be heard and accepted, it’s only fair that I accept criticisms myself. Besides, I learn something in every single feedback, yes, even those “geniuses” we truly have to suffer.
To borrow from Tim Schildberger: You write because of an inner compulsion to explore storytelling, or examine the human condition, or because there’s this awesome story no-one has heard, or because there is a feeling in your gut that if you don’t do this, life has less meaning. You write because you can’t imagine not writing, and you can’t really explain it any better than that.
Blurb: Golden Shana: The Chase (Book 1)
An evening at the opera house La Scala in Milan twirled the lives of five people into a web of intrigues, heartaches, human hunts, loss and revenge.
Roman:I never chased after a woman. It was always the other way around. Then I caught a glimpse of the woman I would kneel for, at the opera, and I didn’t even know her name. But I determined to find her if it took me the rest of my life.
Shana:He stood in the room with her. The frisson in the currents freaking between them was as solid as a steel portal. The mutual force of predator and prey blasted its way into her core ... her soul ... Danger. Keep far away from him.
Marie:Some men were born to rule the world; others were born to ruin it. Roman Alastair Northcott Broughton Castell was born to do both. But she loved him and awaited his baby.
Alyssa:He was the lover she wouldn’t tire of. Roman had something so damned perilous about him he was addictive. Who gets addicted to safe and riskless? Not her.
Grieg/Phoenix:Had His Girl interpreted that Friday night as abuse? He’d only done what she wanted – protection of her cherished innocence.
Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Chase (Book 1)
What a difference a day makes… And it hadn’t been a day. It had been an evening in Milan. Brief momentsof an evening. I didn’t care about the consequences to whomever. Through my obsession with Svadishana I became aware of the fact that I was a person. A human being, not an almighty god, with all the baggage that comes with being that. I too – eureka! – had a heart pumping white and red corpuscles through my veins. Blood, not icicles.
Was it love I felt for Svadishana? A woman I’d spoken three whiny words – Please call me!– to? Was it more than simple lust and desire? Did I want to possess more than just her body?
Pondering these questions alone was so unlike me. That woman had turned me into an alien even unto my own self. What I felt, my inner voice said, was more than the thrill of the hunt. More than lust, desire, need, passion, the excitement of possession, and subjugation.
Of course all that was part of it. But the basis or the source, the seedbed on which all that sprouted and was growing to full blossom in me, could well be something else.
When I thought of her, saw her image from Milan in my mind, watched how she moved in long smooth strides in YouTube, my brow beaded with sweat. I couldn’t pull my gaze away from the few photos I’d fished out of the Internet. Group photos at a family birthday or the authorized biography of her father. Her movements in a YouTube conference clip were springy and powerful even in their smoothness. She exuded strength all over the place, laughing, talking, gesticulating.
A breath-taking beauty. Such beauty that I dared not believe it at times.
And brains to go with it.
In love or not, I knew what I wanted and Svadishana was the answer. I wanted her and would do anything short of suicide to get her. Who knows – perhaps when it came to that as the only means available, I’d really murder too. I didn’t in the least care about the consequences, as long as they got me to where I wanted to get to.
Svadishana’s arms and knickers and… heart?
What obsession, Roman. Get back to real.
No chance. Realwas Svadishana.
Blurb: Golden Shana: The Capture (Book 2)
Roman finally gets together with Shana. But he finds himself wedged between three women and the man intent on killing him because of Shana. And there’s the secret of Marie’s unborn baby.
Roman:I wanted to eat all of her. Even within that fortress I longed to erect around her to hold her captive in, to keep her away from men not worthy of the sight of her, I’d devour her.
Shana:Roman was deadly sex. She had no antigenic for immunity against him. Instead she lay there on his bed, in an impossible state of sluttish disarray, holding her breath.
Marie:“So you didn’t bring your rich old cow with you.” The bitch was ten years older than her, years older than Roman himself. Weren’t men supposed to prefer younger women?
Alyssa:She was not going to let Roman treat her like a hole in the air. He started this triangle and she was going to make it equilateral.
Grieg/Phoenix:His philosophy stated that peace was bondage, and war was freedom. His Girl was his territory, and no other man’s.
Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Capture (Book 2)
I picked her up and carried her like a bride. Or a sleeping child. She nuzzled between my neck and shoulder. I kicked the door shut behind us.
We were both ablaze, and I needed to check that, wind it down a notch.
“Like to lie down on the sofa and cuddle till we both slow down a bit?”
“Bed.” Her voice vibrated against my neck.
We left the entrance hall behind us. The flames kept on leaping.
“Overriding my sensible decision?”
“Yes. Bed.” Tremulous once, tremulous twice.
“Just got me, and you want to run away with it.” I bore her past the living room.
“I’m getting a restraining order on you.” I took the first stair, chest tight again.
She lifted her head off my shoulder and her Huskies sent megawatts to my blues. Unveiled desire. My balls clenched. At this degree I risked coming where I stood with her in my arms. I was tempted to close my eyes and summon my control. For the first time I felt life surge through my veins for a woman, the whole woman, not just sex with her. Again, I experienced that powerful instinct in me to guard and protect her, the fragile and most precious thing in my life. She had a pull on every cell in me. Her masses of loose curls gave warm slaps through my chinos to my hip, sending the sergeant into planning guerrilla warfare for its freedom.
The witch. I was hypnotized. I had to stop climbing the stairs and get my head cleared. She was as necessary to me as the air I breathed, yet she knocked that air straight out of my lungs. Her naked desire was intoxicating. Insanity mingled with reality. I really had her back in my arms. She came to me, came to my home for the first time. And ordered Bed, not a mutual shower. She was the first and only woman to take me to this Newland. She was my perfect balance. I’d fallen hard and didn’t even want to get back up. It happens to the worst of us ingrained rogue playboys.
The Huskies still pinned me in Newland. “Skirting around the deed, are we?”
“Protecting my golden goddess.”
For sheer survival, I broke the lock of our eyes and started up the stairs again.
Blurb: Golden Shana: The Untouchable (Book 3)
Roman doesn’t even want a harem. But the harem relentlessly seeks him. No sooner has Shana left Roman than Grieg/Phoenix is marking time on Roman’s door, out for a war, not a fight, over Shana. And so is Marie, whose pregnancy Roman still keeps a secret.
Roman:I loved owning women. Then I found my woman. But she would never be owned, not even by the gods. She left me. Still, her dangerous admirer and I began wars over her, not merely street fisticuffs.
Shana: Roman scares me in every way and the fear excites me. I’m brainless in his arms, brainless just from thinking about him. He makes me navigate so many labyrinthine passages and secret doors that I’d never even been aware of before. My body knelt and wept for him. My common sense made me flee from him while I could.
Marie:I sold Roman my heart and soul. Only to realise my body had not been consulted, and was therefore out for war.
Alyssa:I really got all that about Roman. The super-ink indelibility of him, the substance of him that stamped his four-figure-euro Ferragamo Oxfords, the supernatural charisma that rocketed him all the way up there with Lucifer. His square would never fit my round. But hope springs eternal, right?
Grieg:“If I have whoever your girl is, why don’t you simply come over and take me off her or her off me?” Roman had not reacted like a man who had received that damning message. Over the phone, he’d sounded as if he didn’t have a single feather ruffled. Time to start the war.
Excerpt from Golden Shana: The Untouchable (Book 3)
I heard him change the phone to the other ear. “Castell, you’re a kid running a billion-euro crib, you pervert.”
My system actually waged wars for me to jump out of my skin. Control, Castell.
“Oh, yes. I’m about as straight as the U-bend under a sink, fuckwit. So is this the problem? A pissing contest based on having some beef about your wallet being a little anorexic in comparison? Have I got that bracketed?” I heard him swallow again. I decided on a blind knock on that, although for all I knew he was drinking water. “By the way, I’d ease up on the drink. Otherwise you won’t manage to solve the square root of bugger all, let alone remember if you have any other name but Sggirb.”
“I know you right up to your fucking perve room, Castell. I delivered the CD—had the CD delivered – right into your fucking office, practically into your hands. You know nothing about me. So you better watch your smart mouth.”
“Ah, you thought you’d simply storm the Bastille that’s my home and be discreet about it, then slink into my office building and show me the dot over the i that amounts to your balls? You’re right, I know nothing about you. You’re not even in my periphery, private or public.”
“I’m not a ball of yarn to your kitten, so watch your fucking mouth, Castell!”
Just to keep him put off his stroke, “Who would you say has all the tools for annihilation, fuckwit, the kitten or the yarn?”
“You’re lucky I’m—”
“Luck is basically mythical. Reality is called chance. How about we meet?”
He said nothing.
Not good, because now that I was screwing him hard, I needed to keep up the pace. So I said, “You could make it your mud hole or you could haul your arse back here to my city. Then we roll up our sleeves, or whisk off our T-shirts. Then we start doing a little tribute to Muhammad Ali out in the Congo with Joe Frazier.”
He said nothing. I heard him swallow at intervals during the silence. “I’m rapt with attention, fuckwit Sggirb, so let’s have a date and then – to quote your countryman –you are an American – float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.”
“You think you’re so fucking cool…” He rumbled the word out long: Coooooollll…
“Oh, I don’t just think it.”
“Just keep your hands off her, Castell. Keep your hands off My Girl!”
“If I have whoever your girl is, why don’t you simply come over and take me off her or her off me?” I paused for a reply, none came. “Or is this the sheep being docile until they get utterly famished?” Another pause. Silence, so I continued, “You sound like you wouldn’t find a clitoris if you were armed with a compass, street map and a fucking NASA telescope.”
“You can’t intimidate me, Castell.”
Which only exposed to me the wound I’d ripped open in him. Time to add chilli.
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