Revising, and a request for help
Just got the editorial notes for Storm Season today, so I need to go through and start working on those. The editor made a very good point about needing to bump up my bad guy (feh — salting in background data so that it doesn’t turn into an infodump is always a challenge), and questioned Ian’s new god ranking. I called him a Titan, since he was given his new powers directly by Gaia, but it may cause confusion. And on second thought, I could see how calling him a Titan would well and truly piss off Zeus, which is never a good idea.
So I have to come up with a completely new god ranking, dammit. Titan, Olympian…what comes after that? Anyone who can suggest a good ranking gets a walk-on in Storm Season. Go.
Nicola Cameron Reviews: Slow Surrender by Cecilia Tan
The Cinderella story is a classic fairy tale that lends itself particularly well to retellings in a variety of genres; perhaps too much so, considering how many romance novels use the “poor girl meets rich man, loses him, then gains him again after a search” trope. With that in mind, Cecilia Tan takes the familiar fairy tale and turns it on its head, reimagining it as a grand, lush erotic romance set in New York that sets you on a slow, captivating burn.
Slow Surrender follows the developing relationship between Karina, an art history grad student who is more familiar with the pre-Raphaelites than what she wants from life, and James, a handsome, mysterious businessman with issues of his own and a taste for sensual BDSM. No, this is not 50 Shades Yet Again, thank Cthulhu for small favors. For one thing, Karina is intelligent, quirky, and has a backbone and no inner goddess. And James is a sexual sadist with a heart of glass and a secret past — emotionally fragile as he is intensely dominant, he’s as much the Cinderella character as Karina is. Their developing courtship is full of secrets and discoveries, and is deliciously kinky as well as emotionally satisfying. You’ll be rooting for both of them to find their happy ever after together, despite the odds.
The question is, will they? I warn you, this is a trilogy (don’t blame the author — that was a publishing decision, not hers) and ends on a cliffhanger. But with a story as captivating and well-written as Slow Surrender, you’ll love the agony of waiting for the next installment.
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Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Shyla Colt
Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Shyla Colt, whose smouldering new novel Vixen Healed is now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. Damaged, jaded, and toughened by life’s hard knocks, the last thing Detective Kelly Quinn and Claire Reading expect to find during their time in protective custody is love.
Eight years ago Claire’s life was shattered when her fiancé lost his life in a robbery protecting her. She’s picked up all the pieces and moved forward when the past returns. One of the robbers has been caught and she’s needed to testify. The feisty roller derby girl agrees with no qualms, but the murderer’s partner has plans to silence her for good. She turns to Detective Kelly Quinn to keep her out of harm’s way. The attraction between them gives protective custody a whole new meaning.
Kelly never forgot Claire. He promised her once he’d see the murderous savages brought to justice and he’s a man of his word. Feelings of protectiveness become passion, and the possibility of the one thing he’s sworn off, love. Can they come together to heal the hurts of the past and carve out a future filled with happiness?
Story Excerpt
“We all have our dark side, C. You and I, we’ve seen some of the worst life has to offer. It changes a person.” He shook his head. “There’s no shame in that. Wear your scars like a badge. You’re still here, standing even though life knocked you flat on your back. That takes a lot of strength. More than some people have.”
“You saw me at my lowest.”
“Truth is that night you saved me. I was coming off of a long stint undercover and questioning the meaning of life, asking myself why I was still in this career field. When you’re a part of that seedy underbelly for so long, you lose hope. Especially, when money greases the wheels of justice and men who should be buried beneath the jail cell and not simply placed in it walk scot-free.” His chest ached as he was taken back to that time. “Then I met a beautiful girl who’d had her life destroyed by senseless violence, and it lit a fire under me, reaffirmed my decision to help others. When I made you that promise I meant it. I never forgot for one second. I’d pull the case file occasionally. See if any new leads had come up. Then I got a match, called you in to the office and had my mind completely blown. The young girl had grown up. But she was still hurting. I wanted to take that away. I still do.” He reached out to trace the curve of her heart-shaped face.
“This is me, who I am. I want you to see me the way you’ve allowed me to see you. All bullshit aside. I’m fair if I’m anything.” She studied him with dark eyes that held mysterious still be discovered.
“I like what I see, Kelly Quinn.”
“Aaah, I was hoping you’d say that.” He moved forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, moaning when she took control and nipped at his bottom lip. The love bite unleashed the passion he’d been holding back. He rolled her onto her back, making quick work of the tiny pearl buttons that kept her soft yellow baby doll pajama top together. He peeled back the layer, likening it to wrapping paper keeping him from candy. The bra she wore was a sheer, pink number that made his mouth water and his cock threaten to pop out of his boxer briefs.
Her Hershey kiss nipples strained against the material.
“Beautiful.” He leaned down and sucked a swollen nub into his mouth, exploring her curves with his hand. He slipped inside her waistband and traced the underwear.
“Mmmh, your underwear is soaked. Will your pussy be even wetter?”
“Why don’t you find out?” She stared down at him from her position, leaned back on her elbows. Her hair tumbled around her face and down her back like a raven waterfall. Her eyes had darkened to an almost black that smoldered.
He slipped a finger inside her panties and watched her lush lips part as he stroked her sodden lips.
“Well?” Her cheeky bravado made him chuckle.
“I think we can do better.” He circled her with his thumb before he eased inside her tight sheath. “Look at how tight you grip me.” He stroked her inside, circled her walls and licked his lips when she arched and gasped.
“It’s been a while.”
“How long is a while?”
“Eight years.” The words were so low he barely made them out. He paused mid-stroke.
“No, don’t stop.” She covered his hands and moved his fingers inside her. “I want to feel, to remember what it is to live fully. I’ve been surrounded by too much death and fear. It’s your turn to bring me back from the brink.” I’d never seen a more erotic sight than Claire getting herself off with my hands. His balls grew heavy, and he ached to move inside her. I have to make sure she’s ready, and take care. Make the most of the special gift she’s giving me. He hooked his finger, found the g-spot inside her, and she exploded. A creamy rush of honey spurted out and ran down his fingers.
“I’m going to need to see that a few more times at least.” He brought his hands up to his lips and popped them into his mouth. Salty, sweet, and delicious.
“Lift your hips.” She complied, still dazed, and he pulled down her underwear and shorts in one go. “Spread those sexy stems of yours for me.” A bashful expression crossed her face as he spread her legs even wider. He kneeled down and admired her neatly trimmed cunt. He spread her lips, dipped his tongue inside her molten core, and hummed his appreciation. He thrust inside and sipped her, swirling his tongue around as he played, pausing to flick her clit as he enjoyed his feast. Her throaty cries and moans inflamed him until he was fucking her with his tongue. She clamped down around him. Her thighs shut around his ears as she came. He drank her down. Her body went slack, her legs flopped open, and he sat back on his knees, pulling his stiff member out of the cotton containment. He rubbed the tip, dipped into the wealth of moisture that escaped from his slit.
“Are you ready for me, Claire?”
“God, yes.”
He leaned over to the left side of the bed and pulled out a square foil. He never fooled around with the women he brought home in his bedroom. That was his space. I’ll have to change that now. She sat up.
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About Shyla Colt
Shyla Colt is a sassy stay at home mom who lives in Southern California with her Marine husband and two tiny tots. When she’s not crafting, teaching ABC’s, or playing make believe, she writes full time, and works a job in the publishing industry. As you can tell she thinks sleep is overrated.
A fan of romance from the moment she picked up her first paranormal romance at thirteen, she strives to provide you with stories that bring the heat, make you fall in love with the characters, and show the power of true love. She invites you to come and get lost in her world.
Where to find Shyla Colt
And Now, A Quick Look At The Sales Numbers
Using the nifty neato-keen Novelrank.com website, I can keep track of how many copies of “A Boon by Moonlight” sell on the various Amazon websites. According to the site, someone just bought the book in the last hour (thank you, whoever you are!) and my total number of sales for the month of March across all Amazon sites is…
…21 books. Twenty in the US, and one in the UK (hello, my British chums!).
And that, my friends, makes me freaking ecstatic. No, really, it does.
Yes, I know you’re sitting there thinking, “But Nic, that’s only 21 books. I mean, that works out as pretty much a book sale a day. It’s not exactly like you’ll be drinking Cristal any time soon.”
True. But let’s take a really good look at me — I’m nobody. Seriously, I am. I have a short story out in an anthology, and “Boon,” and that is the entirety of my published work in erotic romance to date (we shan’t discuss the SF career at the moment). And let’s not forget that I write in a genre that is hit with a tsunami of new material every single day. The fact that 21 people, faced with this morass of choices, decided to take a chance on my work makes me feel pretty damned good.
And those numbers don’t include sales on Evernight’s site, All Romance E-books or Bookstrand. Since “Boon” is an ARe category bestseller and keeps slowly climbing in the rankings, I have to assume that I’ve sold more than one book there. While I don’t have data on Evernight or Bookstrand, it doesn’t seem unreasonable to project that I’ve sold another 21 books or so through these three sites.
So let’s call it a projected total of 42 sales, 20 days after release, for a novelette written by an unknown author in an incredibly tough genre. Now you understand why I’m happy. The major ER review sites haven’t reviewed it yet, either — that will most likely start happening sometime in the next two weeks or so. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for decent reviews (my editor at Evernight and an independent reviewer both said that “Boon” made them cry, so I’m assuming that means it doesn’t stink), which can only help sales. Hell, sometimes even a bad review can mean sales, depending on how badly you’re savaged.
What all of this is, is a start. A very good start. And it’s a start on which I fully intend to build in April, when my full-length paranormal erotic romance Storm Season comes out. And that’s only the first in a long line of novels I hope to be writing in this genre. Muwahahahaha.
Now if I could just persuade people to leave reviews at Amazon…
Wicked Wednesday Reads: The Art of Love
It’s Hump Day again, which means it’s time to spice up your week with a delightful tale of erotic art and the passion it can inspire (in more than one person, if you’re lucky). Michelle Graham’s The Art of Love is now available from Siren-Bookstrand, Inc. — check out the excerpt below for a teaser!
Melanie Hynes owns the brand new art gallery in Hedon Falls. When she decides to make erotic art the theme of her opening exhibition, she goes in search of artwork.
Justin Gauthier creates a unique blend of painting and photography. Melanie finds his youth and vigor intoxicating. David Hannah can sculpt provocative pieces from ordinary materials. And Melanie discovers that he is very good with his hands. Garrett Anderson’s paintings of BDSM are shocking and arousing. When Melanie asks about the lifestyle, he teaches her.
Three men, each with their own distinct talents, and she falls hard and fast for all of them.
When David finds out she is seeing other men, he is hurt and angry. Confused by her attraction to three men, she doesn’t know who to choose. Justin and Garrett show her the joys of sharing and she thinks that may be the key to her dilemma. Can she convince David to consider a ménage?
Story Excerpt
Melanie watched as he stroked the nipple of the statue, flicking the tip with his thumb and then pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Watching him fondle the statue was incredibly erotic, and she found herself imagining his hands on her breasts, squeezing, pinching, and pulling at her nipples, which were now incredibly hard. Her breathing was speeding up and her heart was beating faster as she became more aroused. He watched her quietly as he worked his hand over the statue’s stomach and around to caress its ass. Melanie gave a slight moan as she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to appease her throbbing clit. David’s smile grew larger.
“Would you like to see something else?” David asked her.
Melanie swallowed. “Yes, please.”
“Follow me,” he said. He led her a little further along to a small sculpture which resembled a wooden dildo. He reached out and grabbed the shaft, stroking it up and down. Melanie couldn’t help the cry that came out as she watched him hold the phallus in his hand, squeezing and stroking it. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and she clearly saw the bulge in his pants. He was just as aroused as she was. Could this be happening again?
“What is it you like about the erotic art?” David asked her as he moved a little closer.
“I…” Melanie couldn’t speak. The rushing had returned to her ears and she had a tingling sensation all over her body. She shifted slightly and felt her back arch as she remembered Justin touching her there yesterday.
“Does it arouse you?” he asked, moving closer still.
Melanie nodded.
“Did you like watching me touch that statue?”
She nodded.
“Do you want me to touch you like that?”
Melanie closed her eyes, swallowed, and made a decision. “Yes.”
David was standing directly in front of her now, and the heat between them was incredible. She stood still and looked into his eyes as he reached up with both hands. He lightly cupped her breasts, and a sigh escaped her. This was what she wanted. He gently stroked the sides of her tits, the bottoms, all around, getting closer to the nipples but not quite touching. He brought his fingers almost to the tight, aching peaks but would then move them away to stroke the sides some more. Melanie groaned in frustration as he teased her again and again, always coming close but not quite touching the spot she needed him to. When she could stand it no more, she reached up and grabbed his hands, pressing them firmly against her breasts and squeezing them over her flesh. He moaned and at last began rubbing his thumbs across her rigid nipples.
“God!” Melanie cried out. “Yes!” Sensations ripped through her body from the pressure of David’s fingers on her tits. It was amazing, but she wanted to feel those hands against her bare flesh. She pushed his hands away and quickly pulled the sweater up and over her head. As she lifted her arms, David deftly released the front clasp on her bra and her boobs popped out into his waiting hands, which he used to continue his sensuous stroking. She looked up into his eyes, dark with desire.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
He bent his head down and slanted his mouth over hers, those beautiful full lips coaxing hers apart. She had to taste him, and she darted her tongue quickly into his mouth. He captured it between his lips and sucked on it, causing her to moan into his mouth. He released her tongue and kissed her again, and this time it was she who pulled his tongue between her lips. They took turns sucking and tasting each other, and all the while David kneaded and pinched gently at her breasts.
Melanie wanted more. She tugged his T-shirt out of his waistband and slipped her hands underneath it, running them up the smooth, hard skin of his chest. When her fingers grazed his nipples, she pulled them between her fingers, pinching and rolling them, mirroring his actions on her body. He groaned as she teased him, his mouth becoming more insistent over hers. He slid his hands around to her back and she arched against him. One hand slid into her jeans and cupped her ass, the squeezing rhythm alternating with that on her breasts. David lowered his hand to the button on the front of her jeans and unbuttoned it, pulled down the zipper, and then pushed her pants down just past the bottom of her ass cheeks. He slipped a hand between her legs, cupping her mound and applying pressure. He rubbed slowly back and forth. On each stroke his hand pushed a little further between her legs.
“You are so fucking wet,” he growled into her mouth.
“I’ve been dripping since you opened the damn door,” she replied.
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About Michelle Graham
Michelle Graham has dreamed of being a writer since she was very young. Her stories almost always had a happy ending, and once she reached a certain age, they almost always had romance. Michelle loves to recreate that wonderful feeling of falling head over heels in love. The relationships she writes about are definitely not conventional, but the love is always the same.
Michelle has been in love with her wonderful husband for seventeen years, and they have two children, and a variety of animals. She lives in southern Ontario, Canada.
Where to Find Michelle Graham
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Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Doris O’Connor
Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to the prolific Doris O’Connor, whose new entry in the smouldering Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed series Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed: Natasha is now available from Evernight Publishing and other purveyors of fine erotic romance. And now, here’s Doris!
When I wrote the original Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed I thought to myself, “Hmm, this would make a good series.” However, busy with other things I shelved that idea for the time being, until I woke up one morning with my heroine for this story in my head.
Natasha literally stumbled into my head in much the same way as she stumbles into the hotel foyer. Slightly — scratch that — extremely nervous at meeting this Mr. SG, she also knows that she needs to do something to feel like a woman. Reconstructive surgery has left her with scars inside and out, and at least with him, she knows he won’t run away screaming, when he sees them — right?
As SG helps her to face her demons and fulfills her fantasies, can they ever be more than just client and escort?
I leave you with a hot little excerpt…
Mr. Satisfaction Guaranteed, the card said – what a pretentious name for an escort.
Still, cancer survivor Natasha has to do something to reclaim her sexuality after her reconstructive surgery, and he comes highly recommended, by her mother no less.
When she meets the experienced Dom, he makes every submissive bone in her body sing, and wish for things that can never be. Or can they? Fantasy fulfillment is all well and good, but she is just another client.
As they test all of her boundaries, will their one night heal her, or break her?
Story Excerpt
“I want you to play, pet. Play, or safe word out. Those are your two options. I suggest you use them wisely.”
The pressure on her shoulders increased, just enough to get slightly painful, and she took a deep breath. She could do this. She wanted to really. She ran her fingers over the keys, the movement so familiar, yet strange after all this time, and she shut her eyes.
Something haunting he’d said. How very fitting. Without any conscious thought on her part, her fingers flew, and she lost herself in the music. Tears gathered and dropped on her hands, yet still she played, her body swaying with the music. By the time the last few notes of Chopin’s Nocturne in E minor had drifted off into the ether, she felt at peace. Natasha floated on the high that playing the piano had used to give her all the time, before her cancer treatment had blown up her fingers and made playing impossible. She acknowledged the thought, but caught in her bubble of happiness and achievement, it did not have the power to hurt her just then.
When she opened her eyes, it was to find SG watching her. Heat rose in her cheeks, and her cunt clamped when she realized what she was witnessing.
He was leaning against the piano, his legs spread wide, and Jonas was giving him head. She sucked in a breath and hastily pulled her eyes back up to SG’s face. He smiled at her, and against her better judgment her gaze darted downwards. Jonas chose that moment to come up for air, and her clit clenched in need when she got her first proper view of SG’s cock. Slick from Jonas’s mouth it glistened and quivered. Jonas put one hand on SG’s thigh and grasped the other man’s heavy ball sac with the other. Jonas squeezed and then sucked one testicle into his mouth. SG’s groan of pleasure made her breathing hitch. She shouldn’t be witnessing this moment, but she couldn’t drag her gaze away either as Jonas ran his hand up and down SG’s huge cock. Pre-cum leaked on his fingers, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and Natasha licked her lips. She could almost taste the spicy, salty essence in the air. SG groaned again, the sound so low and sexy, moisture trickled past her pussy lips and onto her thighs.
Who’d have thought that watching two men in action would be such a turn on, let alone that SG would actually give her that particular fantasy. She could feel his gaze on her face, on her breasts and lower, scorching her skin as though he was running his hands over her sweat slicked flesh.
“Touch yourself for me while you watch, pet. You know you want to. But do not come without my permission. ”
Natasha balled her hands into fists, horrified to see them in her lap. She seemed to have spread her legs wide, too, giving SG, and Jonas for that matter, should he chose to look across, a perfect view of her wet cunt. She should have been mortified, but instead white hot arousal coursed through her veins. Her breathing grew heavy in tune with the men, and she ran her fingers through her wet slit. A moan escaped her lips, as the familiar tingles started. Circling her clit, she felt it swell under her fingertip, just as SG’s cock swelled and pulsed. Jonas set to work in earnest, and SG grabbed the younger man’s hair and started to fuck his mouth. Faster and harder they all worked together, to reach the pinnacle. Her fingers fell away as SG came with a roar of completion, and Jonas’s throat worked overtime swallowing down his seed. She was so close, so goddamn close, but he hadn’t given her permission to come, and she couldn’t push herself over that cliff without it, she just couldn’t.
So she stopped, not daring to move, as the cool air on her swollen folds alone started the familiar tingles of bliss. She bit her lip, and dug her hands into the leather of the piano chair. Perspiration broke out all over her body, but somehow she staved off the impending orgasm.
By the time she had herself back under control, Jonas had finished licking SG clean. He pulled the younger man up by his hair and the rough kiss that followed between them had Natasha teetering on the brink again.
Jonas was flushed and breathing so heavily his pants filled the still room when SG broke the kiss. The outline of his erect cock was clearly visible through his fitted trousers, and Jonas groaned when SG took him into a firm grip through the fabric.
“Want to help our boy out here, my pet? I think he deserves a treat, don’t you? And as you’ve been such a good girl you deserve one, too. Jonas here does wonders with his tongue.” He patted Jonas’s head, and the young man colored and bowed his head in submission.
Natasha couldn’t tear her eyes away from the outline of that erection, and SG chuckled. He released Jonas who immediately resumed his previous position on the floor. SG pulled Natasha to her feet so roughly that she would have stumbled, had he not picked her up and set her on the piano. The keys clanged as her feet settled on them. Natasha winced at the sound, before his mouth came down hard on hers and she forgot to think altogether. He tasted just as she imagined he would, raw, masculine, earthy, with just a hint of Jonas’s scent still clinging to his firm lips. He shifted, and another set of hands spread her thighs wide, before an extremely skillful tongue delved into her channel, and she screamed into the kiss SG gave her.
He broke the kiss and smiled at her, the warm approval in his eyes her undoing.
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About Doris O’Connor
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.
Where to find Doris O’Connor
Website
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Evernight Publishing
Amazon
All Romance E-books
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Fabulous Friday Reads: Becoming His Little One
It’s Friday, darlings, which means I have something fabulously naughty for you to read this weekend. Today, I’m featuring Isabella Olivia Ellis’s new Romance on the Go™ novelette “Becoming His Little One,” now available from Evernight Publishing. Isabella’s story centers around Carolyn and her new-found interest in BDSM, but when her Dom’s real life duties interfere, can she handle the consequences?
Carolyn is a plain divorcee living a plain life. Though her sexual experiences have all been vanilla, she is drawn to the submissive aspect of BDSM. In the multi-player online world of Other Existence, she finds an outlet for this. It is there that she meets Dave, an older Air Force lieutenant colonel, who turns out to be her dominant counterpart. After weeks of chats in which they share their deepest desires, the two meet in real life and a match made in BDSM heaven is born.
As their relationship develops, she discovers the tenderness and emotion that complements the lifestyle. There are whips and spreader bars, but also loving massages afterward. When Dave is suddenly torn away from her by his duty to his country, it is up to Carolyn to decide if the love they’ve found is worth the fight to keep it.
Story Excerpt
His bedroom was heavy on the manly accents. The walls were a hunter green with brown trim, and the furniture was made to look like hand-hewn wood. The bed was neatly made with a flannel set of sheets and matching comforter.
He brushed past her, saying, “Make yourself at home.” Then he disappeared into what she guessed was the en-suite bathroom.
When he didn’t close the door and instead hunched down to open the cabinet under the sink, Carolyn assumed he must be finding a condom for later. Part of her wanted to feel insulted that he had assumed they would have sex, but a larger part of her felt a thrill at his assertiveness.
He returned from the bathroom, tossed the condom onto the nightstand, and stood in front of her with his hands on hips. “Understand this, little one. When I snap my fingers, you suck my cock. When I clap my hands, you lick my balls. Got it?”
Carolyn nodded, aching to begin the tasks assigned to her, but Dave narrowed his eyes at her.
“You’re already making mistakes. You’re too smart for that, Carolyn. And I know this because I would never accept any less from someone I would have as my Little One. You answer any command I give you with ‘yes sir’. Spoken or non-spoken,” he growled.
“Yes, sir,” she replied, not missing a beat.
He smiled coldly. “That’s better.” With deliberate, yet impatient moves, Dave unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and pushed them down his thighs. Then, he gave a sharp clap of his hands.
“Yes, sir.” Carolyn lowered herself to her knees. Working the jeans down his thighs, she pushed them far enough down for him to step out and kick them to the side. His cock was clearly straining against his navy blue boxer briefs, and she leaned forward to kiss him through the fabric. She felt him pulsate through the cotton.
Dave let out a lustful hiss, but then pushed her away by her shoulders.
Confused, she looked up at him.
Smiling deviously, he said, “Wait here. Just like that. This fun can wait for another time. I have something else in mind, and I am too impatient after talking about it for so long.”
And she did, kneeling with her palms resting on her knees.
After a few minutes, Dave reappeared with a thin steel rod with a cuff on each end.
Despite herself and the scenario, Carolyn gasped. “What is that thing?”
He knelt at her feet, pausing to adjust the length of the bar. “It’s a spreader bar, Little One. You’ve never seen one?”
“I have never even heard of that.”
“Well, we are certainly going to have some fun then, Little One. Turn around and face the bed. Spread your legs a little farther apart. That’s good, now straighten your knee. Good.” He wrapped a cuff around both of her ankles, then something clicked and Carolyn assumed the bar had locked into place.
Her legs were just slightly wider than what would normally be comfortable, but she didn’t make a peep of complaint.
Dave left the room once more and returned with a pair of handcuffs and a black leather flogger. He tossed the latter to the floor, and then without gentleness, he jerked her arms behind her back and cuffed her wrists together.
There she was, vulnerable before him. She felt exposed being bent forward over the bed with her arms cuffed behind her. She had no way of supporting herself, so she let gravity take over and sank into the bed, her ass still up in the air and ready for the taking.
With a jerk, Dave pulled her dress up over her ass to rest bunched up around her waist. The air kissed her bare skin as he shifted behind her. “Mmm. No panties. You listen well, Little One,” Dave whispered, his hands beginning to skim and stroke along her ass and thighs.
“Yes, Sir.” She replied, trying not to push herself at him in impatience as his movements began to heighten her senses.
His hands left her for a moment, and she heard him pull his briefs off. This was confirmed when the head of his cock brushed against her as he reached down for the flogger. Then she heard him step backward.
The flogger snapped through the air as Dave brought it up and back and forth, over and over, each time getting closer and closer to where Carolyn’s sensitive ass lay exposed.
Each crack caused her breath to heighten. She could scarcely even hear the sound of the flogger over the pounding of her heart.
“I am going to flog you, Little One. Flog that luscious, tasty ass of yours until it is inflamed and engorged, and then I am going to fuck it. What does my Little One think of that?”
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About Isabella Olivia Ellis
Isabella Olivia Ellis is a freelance writer of fiction, poetry, and erotica. She spends most of her days trying to hold her tongue in classes, and most of her nights singing classic rock songs to her child and starting stories she never finishes.
She considers Orange County, CA to be her home, but currently lives in Colorado with her daughter and a closet with far too many cocktail dresses.
Where to Find Isabella Olivia Ellis
Busy, busy, busy…
Most of today was spent putting together the general outline for Behind the Iron Cross, then shifting around various chapters and chapter contents to fit said outline. I’ve come up with the Act One and Two climaxes — still working on how to present the Act Two midpoint, when Friedrich has his little come-to-Jesus epiphany about what he’s doing with Sam and Kat, but it’ll all work out. And once again, I am so damn glad I spent out and bought Scrivener — it’s just so much easier to compare/contrast, shift stuff around, and keep detailed notes about each chapter than with Word.
Of course, some of Scrivener’s features can get you in trouble. Frex, the husband walked up behind me last night while I was working on Cross. Scrivener has a split screen feature that allows you to load whatever you like into each screen — different chapters, different sections of a chapter, or reference pictures. In my case, I had a rather nice topless picture of the actor whom I mentally cast as Friedrich. So when the husband came up behind me and went quiet when he saw Tall, Blue-eyed and German/Irish, I thought, “Uh-oh.”
“It’s just for inspiration,” I explained.
“It doesn’t mean anything,” I said.
“I mean, I’m old enough to have babysat him,” I added.
The husband chuckled and kissed me on the head. “He’s pretty. Have fun writing.”
Heh. I have the best damn spouse in the world.
I also got a very nice review for “A Boon by Moonlight” from Love Books! Book Reviews, plus I made the reviewer cry a little at the end. She’s the third person who cried while reading “Boon” — I wanted a little drama and tension, yes, but I swear to God making the readers cry wasn’t my intention when I wrote it!
A Compendium of Sunday Stuff™
Happy Sunday, and I hope that you’ve dealt with having an hour of your life sucked away for the summer (Daylight Savings Time — idiotic or just dumb?). To make up for that missing hour, here are the things going on in Cameronville this weekend:
- Evernight just published my blog post “Romance on the Go: Short and Sweet…on Purpose” over at their blog, so head on over and find out why “A Boon by Moonlight” and other RotG stories are the length they are.
- Speaking of “Boon,” it’s officially a category bestseller over at All Romance E-books, which is making me do happy dances. That being said, I’m not slacking off on the PR, and I need your help for that. If you bought “Boon,” please leave a review at Evernight, Amazon, ARe or Bookstrand, wherever you like. Remember, reviews are love!
- Storm Season is slowly but surely making its way up the production list over at Evernight. Personally, I cannot wait to see what they come up with for the cover.
- Behind the Iron Cross continues apace, although the Dallas Quilt Festival and a brand new niece convinced me to play hooky this weekend and work on a baby quilt. Don’t worry, though — I write in my head when I’m crafting. Plus I got some gorgeous ocean-themed fabric, and I may make a small wall hanging as a giveaway for Storm Season‘s release day.
- Have I mentioned recently how much I love having writers as friends? I’m currently beta reading the sequel to Cecilia Tan’s Slow Surrender (which is freaking fantastic — go get it if you haven’t gotten it already), and it’s amazing. I’m really looking forward to book 3 in her Struck by Lightning series.
- There’s nothing quite as nice as snuggling with three cats on your bed when it’s thundering outside. Just had to put that out there.
Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Angelina Rain
Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Angelina Rain, whose sweetly hot Free Read Bunnies and Batteries is now available from Evernight Publishing. Grace Alderson learns that product testing has some unexpected — and very welcome — side effects. And now, here’s Angelina!
Who doesn’t like a freebie? I know I enjoy getting things for free. A few years ago, I even became a book reviewer for the sake of getting free books. That made me think about what other things one could get for free and I thought: “Wouldn’t it be great to get free sex toys in exchange for a review?” That is where the idea for Bunnies and Batteries came from. And since it was free things that sparked that idea, I decided to give this book away for free. Go get it now!
What’s a girl to do when she has a sexy neighbor on her mind and a brand new vibrator in hand?
Grace Alderson is secretly in love with her neighbor, Clay Sawyer. She knows they don’t have a future together, not after what she did to him almost a year ago. There was no way he would forgive her for something as awful as that! Still, it doesn’t hurt to fantasize about his kisses and touches as she plays with her vibrator. When a strange sound wakes her from the orgasmic bliss, Grace realizes she’s not alone. Clay is in her house…watching her. Can they get over the past and find their happiness together?
Story Excerpt
The dog turned to him and Clay saw the begging in his eyes.
Damn it! He turned off the device and put it back down. Jumping over the fence, he intended only to open her kitchen door and let the dog inside. However, the instant he went to do it, a low scream pierced the air.
It was feminine and throaty and almost seductive. Like a whimper, one of possible pleasure or pain.
Maybe she was with…
No, he brushed the idea away. He hadn’t seen any man enter her house. But what if she had fallen and hurt herself?
He opened the door and Cello rushed in, running straight to his water bowl at the corner by the kitchen table.
Another moan pierced the air.
“Grace?”
No response.
He stepped over the threshold and shut the door behind him. Clay hadn’t been inside her house since their friendship ended. There were several times when she had invited him over for pizza and a movie when they were just friends. Before he ruined it with his romantic intentions. Her place hadn’t changed. He took in the same light kitchen with its white walls, white floors, and pale wood cabinets and table. The appliances were a light ivory and a bit aged. It was the black marble counter tops that brought life into the small space.
Stepping into the next room, he came into the dark living space. Flickering shadows of light from the fireplace danced across the walls, and soft music came from the television. Yet, what grabbed his attention was Grace.
She lay naked on the red leather couch, a black blanket under her back. One long, shapely leg thrown over the back while the other was on the hardwood floor. Her head was on a little red and black throw pillow. Long strands of golden hair were scattered around her head like a halo. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open, as another soft moan escaped those luscious lips.
One hand tirelessly pinched a hard pink nipple. Her breasts weren’t big. They were a perfect handful, or mouthful.
His breath caught in his throat and his mouth fell open as he watched her. He wanted to touch those breasts with his hands, his lips, his tongue. He wanted to bite onto one of those nipples and pull it lightly until she screamed for more. He wished to hear that soft moan again. And again!
Grace had a pink vibrator inside her core, pulling it in and out. The smell of sex filled the room and his erection rubbed against the fabric of his boxers. The scratch of it pained his penis head and he stuck his hand inside his shorts and stroked himself. The feel warmed him all over, and he wished it were her hand instead. His gaze fixed on Grace as she continued to pull the vibrator in and out.
He knew he should leave. Knew it was wrong to stand there, uninvited. Yet, Clay couldn’t tear his gaze away. He watched, mouth agape, with his hand in his shorts. The strain became too painful and he pulled out his hand.
Grace switched hands, tweaking her other nipple as she continued pulling the vibrator in and out. Her legs started to tremble as she arched her back. Her mouth fell open and a scream escaped her throat. “Oh, Clay,” she said around a moan.
His cock jutted inside his shorts. Did he hear right? Did she really just say his name? Her eyes were still closed, so she couldn’t possibly know he stood before her. Could it be that she felt some of the same emotions toward him that he felt for her?
A groan escaped his throat at the thought of her returning his love. He bit his bottom lip, regretting the sound he made. He stared at her face as her eyes opened. Her pupils were dilated, and her eyes were a darker blue than usual. Their gazes met. Her face quickly turned from pleasure, to shock, to panic, and she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.
Where To Buy
Evernight Publishing
Bookstrand
All Romance Books
About Angelina Rain
As a child, Angelina Rain wanted to be a fashion designer, artist, lawyer, psychologist, cop, and everything else known to man. It wasn’t until high school that she had a dream where she was a bestselling author. Awoken from the dream, Angelina knew what she wanted to do with her life.
The young divorcee dreams of some day finding her very own hero and a happily ever after just like the ones she writes about.
She resides in the southern suburbs of Chicago where she lives with her spoiled puppy.
Nicola Cameron Writes 