THRASHER – Book 9 in the Bestselling Enigma Series releases August 31st! #pnr #scifi #alien #shifter @DitterTheGreat1

THRASHER – Book 9 in the Bestselling Enigma Series releases August 31st. Are you all caught up? Be prepared for non-stop action, high energy angst, and a love story that’s sure to scramble your emotions! 
 
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“This book was a roller coaster ride of feels for me, featuring all the characters from the previous books! With heart stopping moments that had me gasping and yelling at my kindle!” 
~Angel’s Addiction~
 
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Delicious Torment Blog Tour

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The Delicious Torment
A Story of Submission

Alison Tyler

Alison Tyler has been hailed as the best BDSM fiction writer of today. But wait a minute—is her work really purely fictional? Blurring lines between memoir and meta in The Delicious Torment, Tyler dares to expose in prose that pulsates off the page. Raising all bets that began in the critically acclaimed Dark Secret Love, this coming-of-age story sees Samantha entwined with an older man, a bondage connoisseur and her equal in every way, as she explores the deepest recesses of her master’s desires and her heart.

Story of O meets 9 1/2 WeeksThe Delicious Torment is fueled by lust, longing and need.

“What all of us had hoped Fifty Shades would actually be.”
—Violet Blue

“This tightly written piece of erotica is absolutely fabulous…. The sex is scorching, the characterization divine. This is what erotica is supposed to be. Even if BDSM isn’t your kink, it’s easy to get off on the emotion and the tightly constructed prose. Tyler is a master wordsmith.”
—City Book Review

“Readers tired of sensationalistic portrayals of BDSM will appreciate Tyler’s nuanced and realistic approach.”
Publishers Weekly

“This could be a roadmap for other uninhibited young women, a trip down memory lane for older submissives, and escapist fantasy for the curious among us; any way you read it, this book is a lot of fun.”
—xoxoamore

Hello everyone and welcome to my stop on the Delicious Torment blog tour! When I heard Alison was continuing her series, I was overjoyed. I love a dark, sexy tale and who better to give the grrrrr in growl than Alison?  She rocks it down all the way to my toes–I don’t care what it is she is writing, but this series takes it to a whole new level.  Join me as Alison answers a few questions about her work, some sexy cookie moments and a suggestion for anyone submitting a short story to her anthology calls.

Without further ado…

The Interview:

1. What was your inspiration to write Delicious?
Years ago—and we’re now moving closer to a decade ago—a reader asked me how I got my start in erotica. I responded with a blog post. And then a second one. And, hell, a third. I’ve said this before, but half-a-million words later, I’m still answering the question.
2. The characters in the book are a continuation in a series. How many more books do you envision? A trilogy perhaps?
Well, I’ve definitely envisioned a ménage, because I recently turned in the third (but by no means final) book. Hopefully, I’ll be allowed six. What would I love? Ten.
3. What elements do you look for in good erotic fiction?
Push my buttons right away, from the very first sentence. Tie me up with your words. Hold me down with your phrases. Cuff me with your clever scenario. Then punctuate the fuck out of me, baby.
4. What are some of your pet peeves when you get a submission?
No title. What is up with that? Several stories for my latest call slid in without titles. Can you imagine the Table of Contents?
(Untitled) by so and so
(Untitled) by such and such
(Untitled) by who the fuck cares?
Honestly, even as an art history major, I was annoyed by artists who didn’t title their work. No idea why. But I really feel like things should be given a name.
Other pet peeves? Big blocks of text. No dialogue. Tired tropes. Same landscape I’ve seen before. Old-married couples looking to spice things up. Please.
5. Tell us about some of your new submission calls.
Right this second, I have a call for super-short stories. I won’t waste words. Check it out: http://alisontyler.blogspot.com/2014/01/the-next-big-thing.html
6. Flogger or whip?
Yes, please.
7. Heels or flats?
Stack-heeled, patent-leather Mary Janes. In every color. Motorcycle boots. Granny shoes. Mules.
8. If I was your favorite cookie, what flavor would I be?
Pepperidge Farm Bordeaux. And I would dunk you in chilled white wine. Because I’m trashy like that.
(I believe this is my turn to say yes please!)
 
9. What is one thing you want readers to get from Delicious?
That love doesn’t fit into a specific definition. That preconceived notions can be left in a glossy puddle on the bathroom floor. What if you loved someone who loved someone else? And rather than that be the end, the three of you looked at the situation as the beginning?
10. What is your steamiest sex scene ever? (And you have lots of them! xox)
Fabulous question. Thank you. Taking the pain for someone else is probably my number-one fantasy. “Take it,” may be the two most erotic words in English to my submissive ears.
In Dark Secret Love (the first novel in my latest series) Sam will not give her safeword and Jack shields her body from a whipping with his own skin. I fucking love that.
Alison Tyler is the author of the new series of submission novels from Cleis Press: Dark Secret Love, The Delicious Torment, Wrapped Around Your Finger. Find her atalisontyler.blogspot.com or at twitter.com/alisontyler.
Excerpt:
“When we’re finished here, you’ll get dressed. I don’t want to be late.”
            “Finished—“ I echoed, feeling the dismal mood slowly draining out of me, replaced bit by bit with a fresh wave of fear.
            “You don’t think I’m going to let your behavior today go unnoticed.”
            I hung my head.
            “Not rewarded, of course,” he continued. I heard the dark smirk in his voice, yet I knew that had I looked up, his face would be stone.
            “No, Jack.”
            He didn’t tell me what to next. He took over, coming forward and placing me roughly against the wall, palms flat to keep myself steady. He worked the buttons on my fly before hauling my jeans and panties down for me, just past my knees. His belt was already off, and he had easy access, was able to grab it up, double the leather, and start without hesitation.
            Each stroke felt impossible to bear. I don’t know why or even how the pain can fluctuate—or maybe it’s my ability to take the pain—maybe it’s the mood that matters. But I was in that place, that bratty, mule-headed place, and I lost my head. I tried to turn, to tell him—what? To tell him No? That it wasn’t fair? That I hadn’t done anything specifically to him? I’d been in a funk because of my writing. That was all.
            But none of that counted. My mood had bled into Jack’s world. And that’s all that mattered to him. That and the fact that I tried to fight the punishment, which changed the situation in a flash.
            He was on me, now, dragging me over to the bed. And I fought him, not wanting to get away—not really. If I had been desperate, I would have acted differently. We both knew that by now. I would have groveled. Begged. Wept. Instead, I tested him, struggling, and he had to work to get cuffs on me, to pin me down the way he wanted, ripping my jeans and panties all the way off and going to work on my ass now, seriously, with the belt, blow after blow, until the struggling subsided and I was….
            What was I?
            I was…. Tamed?
            No. Never tamed.
            Broken?
            No, not that either. Jack didn’t want to break me. He liked me wild and spirited.
            Fixed. That’s how I felt. Tuned up. Back to normal. As if he had given me a dose of some strong medicine. Jack knew. I don’t know how he knew. He knew because of who he was and who I was. He’d said he’d known me since he’d first seen me at Jody’s party, years before. He’d claimed he understood me way back then. Now, he’d known—in himself, in his heart—that I was craving this sort of treatment. The fighting on my part was merely a last desperate struggle to hang onto a foul mood. Why would I want to do that?
            When he was finished, we were both breathless. But I was me again.
Thanks Alison. I needed that…*sigh* Now I’m going back to reading this sexy tale. I just can’t get enough!

ALISON TYLER has made being naughty a full-time job. Her sultry short stories appear in more than 100 anthologies, and she is a prolific editor of bestselling erotic anthologies like The Big Book of BondageSudden Sex, and Down and Dirty. In all things important, she remains faithful to her husband of 15 years, but she still can’t choose just one perfume. Find her at alisontyler.com andalisontyler.blogspot.com

Totally Bound

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Claimed by the Devil

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Helene Gaudet is finally free of her past-a rage-filled ex-husband whose curse has left her unable to have children. Helene shares those past agonies with no one-certainly not with a Marchand. Her lonely life is upended when she encounters who she believes is her perfect Dom in an Internet chat room. To her shock, her Dom is none other than Devlin Marchand, the very person who handed her over to a dark sorcerer to be killed. Yet Devlin proves himself to be a loving Master, and lust and love grow with each tormenting, releasing, encounter. But guilt over his past betrayal is multiplied when he learns the curse that has dogged his lover for years comes from the trove of magic created by his very own family. Devlin fears all he has built with Helene will be destroyed. Can they overcome the past to have a future together?

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Claimed-Devil-Bayou-Magiste-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B00ETR8GI8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1382672444&sr=8-1&keywords=claimed+by+the+devil

Review:

I love a good series I can sink my teeth into and Claimed by the Devil is the beginning of series with magical sex toys, dream worthy Doms and sex scenes with BDSM that will curl your toes. *fans face*. When Devlin crosses paths with Helene after they reconnect after a harsh betrayal. I loved the element of suspense as Devlin has online Dom/sub conversations with Helene and they finally meet. The magical nature of the sex scenes was original and made the story flare with all consuming heat. The community of beings wrapped in spells and workings is positively diabolical and worked so well the the voodoo/magick elements of the story. There is a painful history between these two and there is a very real possibility that their reawakened passion may not be enough to surmount the damage done in the past. Some things are better left alone-will Helene and Devlin heal the wounds that bind them or will the darkness find them first? I love the characters and who wouldn’t love a magical sex toy?

5/5 This series is hot!!

 

The Retreat: The Perfect Submissive Part Two

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Sequel-ing – The Retreat (The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- Part Two)

 

A huge thank you to Erzabet for inviting me back to her lovely site today, to talk about my forthcoming novel The Retreat– Part Two of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.

 

To be honest, I’m still in something of a state of shock that I have written this book. I never dreamt I’d ever be asked to write a follow up story to any of my books, let alone a trilogy!! To say I’m delighted to be taking Miss Jess Sanders on not one more, but two more, adventures is putting it mildly!

In the first book of the trilogy, The Perfect Submissive, Jess firsts arrives on the page as a naive young woman with a future awaiting her that she could never have previously imagined- a future as a professional submissive.

When we rejoin Jess in The Retreat, her submissive status has been established, and she has just begun to accept her new role in life…

 

Blurb-

Just as Jess is beginning to relax into her new life as a submissive at The Fables Hotel, her employer Mrs Peters announces that she is loaning both Jess, and her dominatrix Miss Sarah, to one of their most demanding clients; Mr David Proctor.

Whisked away by the mysterious Kane to The Retreat, hidden in a remote part of Scotland, Jess and Miss Sarah find themselves teaching another submissive to meet Proctor’s exacting rules.

As Jess comes to terms with the techniques of The Retreat Mistress, and the strictly overpowering dominatrix Lady Tia, she discovers that Proctor’s motives may not be all they seem.

Just who or what is Fairtasia? And why does Jess feel like she’s walked into a warped fairy tale?

In order to get back to The Fables, Jess is going to have to be more than just a perfect submissive…

 

The Retreat begins six months after Jess first arrived at the Fables Hotel, and despite her sexually fulfilling, yet unconventional and often uncomfortable lifestyle, she has finally settled in and accepted her new career. Now however, life is about to become unpredictable all over again. Mrs Peters, the manageress of the adult entertainment facility on the Fifth Floor of the Fables Hotel, has called all of the staff into her study, and is about to drop a bombshell…

 

Extract

‘Good afternoon. Thank you all for coming. I will keep this brief.’ Mrs Peters’ shrewd eyes appraised her newest recruit as she spoke. ‘There is no reason to look so worried, Miss Sanders. Your beautiful behind is quite safe for the moment. You may sit upon the desk.’

Rising fast enough to be seen as obeying instantly, but not so fast as to make herself dizzy, Jess climbed onto the top of the antique desk as Mrs Peters had indicated. Sitting cross-legged in the very centre of its blotting paper-covered surface, so she could see her boss, but none of the other staff behind her, Jess experienced a sharp stab of disappointment that the spanking she’d assumed was coming had not taken place. At least, it hadn’t yet.

‘I have some news which requires the cooperation of you all.’ Mrs Peters didn’t move a muscle, yet Jess knew she was simultaneously looking at every person in the room. ‘Miss Sanders has, as ever, assumed her summoning here is because of a transgression which requires correction. In this instance, I am pleased to inform you that the complete opposite is true.’

Jess did her best to keep her facial expression blank, but her eyes almost betrayed her.

‘I’m not sure if that’s relief or disappointment in those forever dilated eyes of yours, Miss Sanders.’

Not daring to look round to see her colleagues’ faces, Jess kept quiet. The dampening of her knickers after being made to wait for something that wasn’t going to happen mutely answered Mrs Peters’ query for her as the manageress crept a single, enquiring digit between her legs.

Saying nothing about her submissive’s arousal, Mrs Peters gathered her thick, russet hair into a high ponytail, and strolled around the historically accurate room, the skirt of her long velvet dress rustling as she did so. ‘I believe you have all, in one capacity or another, entertained one of our regular guests, Mr David Proctor.’

Jess’s throat went from dry to dehydrated. All of the visitors to the fifth floor were demanding, especially of her, but David Proctor was the only one she seriously disliked. This dislike wasn’t because his tastes were harsh, or the demands he made were more painful, or more humiliating, than those of the others. He was so ambitious, and single-minded, that she couldn’t trust him to stick to the rules of safety. Proctor gave off an air that he knew more about what was going on at Fables than anyone else, including the staff. He could only be described as average in his appearance, but he was outstandingly influential, and the only man Jess had ever met who had no fear of Mrs Peters. Nor could Mrs Peters influence him like she could other guests. David Proctor frightened Jess.

‘David, as is clear from the amount of money he spends here, is a very wealthy businessman. And –’ Mrs Peters paused, and for the briefest second Jess thought perhaps her boss didn’t completely approve of what she was about to say, before her innate self-control took over ‘– he has decided to embark upon a new venture. An investment; an incentive if you like. Something extra to ensure his clients and business associates continue to work with him.’

Foreboding spread over Jess like a tidal wave. Her lower limbs were beginning to numb from staying in a cross-legged position, and she could feel prickles of nervous perspiration dot the back of her neck. Nothing that involved David Proctor could be good news.

A hush had fallen on the study. It had been quiet anyway. Not even Miss Sarah would have the nerve to stop Laura Peters in mid-announcement. However, the calibre of the communal listening had gone from being wary to tangibly tense. Jess could almost taste the apprehension filling the study. She wished it didn’t arouse her quite so much.

Mrs Peters swept back to the desk. Her right palm stroked Jess’s breasts through her thin cotton blouse. ‘This investment involves the purchase of a business premises where fantasies can be indulged in without judgement, or the need for personal justification. In short, David is looking to recreate exactly what we do here at Fables.’

As her piercing jade eyes levelled on the tips of her fingers as they crossed Jess’s shirt, Mrs Peters added, ‘An idea which obviously appeals to you, Miss Sanders, if the peaked state of you nipples is anything to go by.’

Jess’s checks flushed. Her generous chest, the feature which, beyond her natural deference, had first attracted her to Mrs Peters’ attention, was nudging against the fabric of her bra and shirt with no regard for the consequences.

‘Take your top off, girl.’

Even after six months working for the woman, Jess couldn’t prevent her hands from shaking as Mrs Peters added, ‘Then sit on your hands, Miss Sanders. It will make it less tempting for you to let your fingers stray without permission.’

Feeling only a glimmer of humiliation, rather than the full-on shame that would have engulfed her in the early days of her training, Jess complied. Cursing her overactive brain, which had already leapt ahead to the part in the proceedings where Mrs Peters ordered one of the men to fuck her, Jess wished she’d been instructed to take her panties off as well as her top. They were so wet that they were sticking to her crotch, making it increasingly difficult not to squirm as she sat in her yoga-type pose.

Having placed Jess into a more agreeably visual position, Laura Peters paid little heed to her as she went on, ‘You will all appreciate, I hope, that we should be extremely flattered here at Fables. Not only is our work considered worthy of imitation, but David has asked for our express assistance in improving his new establishment.’

The temperature of the study was so high it had been bordering on stuffy, but goosepimples of cold spotted Jess’s naked arms. Whatever her boss was about to say, she was sure she didn’t want to hear it.

Not for the first time, she was grateful for all the exercise sessions Miss Sarah had forced her to endure. They had taught Jess a great amount of self-discipline, and as a result she’d developed the stamina and posture required to be motionless for long periods of time. Put through her paces three times a week, naked, often with a love ball or butt-plug in place, every single lesson had been like pure torture at first. Nowadays the sessions had taken on a more personal dimension. Miss Sarah claimed that ending their fitness routine in a bout of mutual pleasure provided them with an excellent way of releasing the tensions of the day, and Jess found herself looking forward to them far more than she would dare admit – even to herself.

Jess wrenched her concentration back to what Mrs Peters was saying. ‘The location of this new resort is a secret, but in order to ensure the calibre of his staff is as, and I am proud to quote Mr Proctor here, “as excellent, obedient, and inventive as those of the Fables Fifth Floor”, he has requested that we loan him two members of staff to help train his fledging team.’

If the atmosphere had been tense before, it was positively bristling with static now. No one moved. Jess wasn’t sure anyone was even breathing. One silent thought occupied the study. Please don’t let one of them be me.

The minute’s silence ended with a solo round of applause from Mrs Peters. ‘Again you all prove to me that you are worthy of your places on the fifth floor. I can’t imagine that any of you would want to leave, and yet not one of you so much as raised an eyebrow on the outside. Congratulations. I realise I rarely share my pride in your work, but on this occasion it seems fitting.’ Far from feeling reassured, Jess was now really worried. Mrs Peters never said well done without there being a price to pay.

Beginning to pace again, Mrs Peters ran a proprietorial hand over the face of each member of her workforce, until she reached Jess. Flicking a finger across her sub’s right nipple, she nodded in approval. Although her clear green eyes had flared, Jess’s body didn’t even twitch. Mrs Peters paused, surveying the whole room as she spoke. ‘I trust that for the two-week period you’ll be seconded into the care of Mr Proctor, you will both continue to do yourselves and Fables proud.’

 

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I hope that tickled the taste buds!!

Encountering cup cakes, tape measures, the grimmest of fairy tales and -of course- ropes, you can find out how Jess gets on at The Retreat from its release on 10th October.

If you’d like an EXCLUSIVE peep into the third and final adventure of Miss Jess Sanders, then I’ll be back here with Erzabet on 8th Oct!!!

Happy Reading,

Kay

The Retreat, Part Two of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy is available for pre-order from all good eBook and paperback retailers, including-

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Retreat-Perfect-Submissive-Trilogy/dp/1909520810/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1376076208&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Retreat+kay+jaybee

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Bio-

Kay Jaybee wrote the novels The RetreatPart 2 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2013), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.

Kay is currently writing the final instalment of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- Knowing Her Place.

Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

You can follow Kay on –

Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee

Facebook –http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor

Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee

Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/

 

Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk

 

My Body-Mine Tour

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I’m a Nudist

Okay, maybe that’s not much of surprise to my readers and fans. Jane, the protagonist in the My Body Trilogy has her experiences with nudity but that’s all I’m going to give away.

Why be a nudist, Ms. Bennett, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you. I was most definitely born that way. You can ask my mother. I have always enjoyed laying out in the sun naked and the resulting lack of tan lines. I have never understood the hang up of undressed bodies as if everyone will be fornicating at the drop of a hat.

The concern I hear the most is that men will be walking around with erections all the time. I’m here to inform you that is very much not the case. Nudism does not equate to swingers and orgies. I can’t explain why some of us feel comfortable begin naked around others, while some find it frightful to even consider.

Believe it or not, there are a lot of us out there. There are resorts worldwide, naked cruises, clubs, beaches, etc. Not all cultures are as uptight about nudity as the US currently is.

In a novel that my husband and I wrote to together called The Demarcation of Jack (hopefully coming out later this year), Jack finds himself in an awkward situation. Jack is an artist who sculpts naked people. At a resort in Jamaica the tide is turned and he dares to travel out to a nude island where, for the first time in public, he painstakingly disrobes to the cheers of his fellow travelers.  Once nude he realizes that all his angst was for naught. Myth dispelled, he settles in like a pro with a new appreciation for his models.

I have had a few friends mention their concern about cleanliness. Nudists, in my experience, are a rather intelligent sort and they too care about being sanitary. They cover chairs and lounges with towels and shower before entering the hot tub. They also wear shorts or a wrap, around food.

“What do you do when it’s cold?” I have actually been asked that question. We wear clothes or stay indoors where it is warm. We are nudists, not stupid.

I do prefer to be naked and enjoy the sense of freedom it provides. I practically live in my PJs when I’m in the house and less if it’s really warm out. We spent a lot more time naked when we lived in Florida, sometimes to just combat the heat. Because it’s a lot cooler in Washington, I live for the hot sunny days which require no clothes.

As nudists, we shed all the stereotypes that come with the textiles we choose to wear and get to meet on a different level. You might assume that all nudists are hedonistic liberals but you would be wrong. Nudists cross all cultural, religious, and political lines.

I don’t mean to imply everyone should be a nudist but I do mean to adamantly state that nudism is alive and well and a healthy, safe expression of freedom.

We recently celebrated our club’s 75th anniversary in the SUNSHINE while also participating in the world’s largest skinny dip representing North America.  I recommend getting some sun on your buns this weekend.  I sure plan to. 😉

Warm hugs,

Blakely

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My Body-Mine

My Body Trilogy, Book three

Blakely Bennett

 

Genre: Erotic Suspense

Publisher: Fanny Press

Date of Publication: July 15th

 

ISBN: 978-1-60381-534-5

 

Number of pages: 324

Word Count: 87,000

Cover Artist: Sabrina Sun

Book Description:

 

Jane has accepted that her relationship with her husband Luke, who drew her into the darker side of BDSM, is over. She has taken refuge at the home of Luke’s powerful friend Marcello and his submissive, Janice. With Marcello’s patience exhausted, Jane must either submit to his demands or move on from his household and his support. Ultimately, she signs a six month contract of sexual servitude but, as Marcello and Jane grow closer, Janice feels neglected and jealous, creating tension in their normally easy daily rhythm.

 

In an effort to help Jane, her best friend Parker introduces her to Chase, a confident and flirtatious man who lacks the arrogance of either Luke or Marcello. Jane’s rapport with Chase is lighthearted and subtle, allowing her to gain a new perspective on men. She is intensely attracted to Chase but does not feel free to consider him as more than a friend.

 

Once Jane gets a real picture of Marcello’s extremes, she knows what she must do. Her feelings about Luke and Marcello and her own sexuality must be resolved before she can find true love with a man who appreciates everything she has to offer. Can she possibly find the kink she has come to desire without the full-time submission?

 

My Body-Mine is the final book in the My Body Trilogy.

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My Body-His (Marcello)
My BodyTrilogy, Book 2

Blakely Bennett

 

Genre: Erotic Suspense

Publisher: Fanny Press

ISBN: 978-1-60381-525-3

Number of pages: 264

Word Count: 76,000

Cover Artist: Sabrina Sun

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Book Description:

 

Jane Stiles has embarked on an intense odyssey into the world of domination and submission. She no longer recognizes herself. She has quit her job, surrendered her possessions and agreed to a wedding where she is the only one naked, all for the sake of the elusive Luke—a man so compelling, she can deny him nothing.

 

Now there is no going back. Her new life will revolve around Luke, his friends and clients. Hovering in the background is Luke’s best friend Marcello, whose ego is as towering as his stature. Marcello has set his sights on Jane. She is drawn to his power, his masculinity, and the challenge he represents, even though she fears and dislikes him. After Luke discovers that Jane has breached one of his many “rules,” he sends her to Marcello for punishment and lessons in Dom/sub culture. What happens there will change her forever.

 

Jane and Luke reconcile, and even find a rhythm that includes not only bondage and punishment but genuine love-making. Just when Jane is convinced that the happiness and devotion she has always craved is within reach, Luke pushes her beyond endurance, and she rebels in a way her harsh husband cannot forgive. From there, her life spins out of control. But Jane has a strong spirit, and she will prevail. My Body-His (Marcello) is Book 2 in the My Body Trilogy.

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My Body-His
My BodyTrilogy, Book 1

Blakely Bennett

 

Genre: Erotic Suspense

Publisher: Fanny Press

ISBN: 978-1-60381-523-9

Number of pages: 246

Word Count: 74,000

Cover Artist: Sabrina Sun

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Book Description:

 

Jane Stiles is successful in business but bored with her socially mundane existence. One night at a party, she meets an intense and compelling stranger named Luke. This fateful encounter prompts her predictable life path to veer into uncharted territory, sweeping her along on a frightening erotic journey into the world of bondage, domination and submission.

 

Jane had never experienced genuine desire, and now passion consumes her life, robbing her of free will. Her new lifestyle creates an emotional chasm between her and her old friends. Will they understand why she has abandoned her high ideals and long-term plans for a traditional wedding? What society considers right or wrong no longer matters.

 

Prepared to surrender everything to Luke, she wonders if her everything will be enough. She now needs his discipline as much as she craves his love and approval. How far down this dark path is she willing to go? Jane’s pilgrimage into domination and discipline has created a war between her mind and her body, and her body is claiming victory.

 

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About the Author:

 

Blakely Bennett grew up in Southeast Florida and has been residing in the great Northwest for over eight years. She graduated from Nova Southeastern University with a degree in psychology, which accounts for her particular interest in crafting the personalities, struggles, and motivations of her characters. She is an avid reader of many genres of fiction, but especially erotica and romance. Writing has always been her bliss. She is attracted to stories of self-struggle and ultimate recovery.

 

Blakely is married to a wonderful, loving and supportive husband, also a writer, who helps to keep her grounded. She is a mother, a communitarian, a lover of music (always on while she is writing—thank you, Pandora), and a good friend. An advocate of love and female empowerment, she is a facilitator for a women’s group. She loves to walk and hike for exercise and finds that, since moving to Seattle, WA, she is now one of those “crazy” people who walk in the rain.

 

www.BlakelyBennett.fannypress.com

 

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 Review:

I have enjoyed this emotional series very much. Jane has been on a journey of self discovery and with My Body-Mine, she claims the happiness she  deserves. She goes in a little bit of a different direction in this book with her relationships, but I found myself really feeling like it worked.

Jane has had quite a lot of things to work through in the series. Entering into the BDSM lifestyle, dealing with a Dom that did not respect her safe word and more…I am not going to give anything away here…just to say that Chase is a man that Jane will grow into. He will respect her for the woman she is and that is worth everything.

4/5

 

 

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Ruby
Book 3 Facets of Passion
Jeffe Kennedy

Publisher Carina Press
ISBN: 978-14268-9548-7

Genre: Romance, Erotic Romance, Contemporary Romance, BDSM

Release date: May 13

Book Description:

Danielle Sosna has no problem denying herself in order to achieve her goals—after all, that attitude landed her a dream job at Vogue Paris. But in New Orleans for one last assignment before heading overseas, she’s faced with the most decadent of temptations. Seductive Cajun chef Bobby Prejean takes Dani’s strength of will as a challenge, and offers her a night of wild indulgence—if she will agree to obey his every command…

Dani can’t resist Prejean’s invitation to join him in a world of carnal desire, complete with fetish costumes and masks. Determined to keep her emotional distance, she gives Prejean everything but her name. A night becomes a week, as she spends Mardi Gras suspended…in the delicious space where pleasure meets pain.

Too late, she realizes the cloak of anonymity has not protected her—and that chasing her dream might come at the expense of her heart.

For more Facets of Passion, check out Sapphire and Platinum, available now!

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One-Handed Reading

 

I just got home yesterday from a marathon, five-day road trip. Because I was driving an extra car for my folks, I drove alone. Which means I listened to several audio-books.

One was an erotic romance that has gotten a fair amount of buzz lately. I was curious why it stood out so much for readers, so I picked that as one for the trip.

While it was certainly sexy – and definitely turned me on – I finally gave up on it out of boredom. And believe me, when you’re driving for hours on end through the desert of Arizona and New Mexico, it takes a significant amount of disinterest in the story to turn it off.

Of course, this sort of thing is entirely subjective. One woman’s crack is another woman’s meh. But still, I felt like the story didn’t deliver what I wanted. The sex scenes were highly charged and erotic, and yet fell short of fully delivering as I hoped they would. Then there were long stretches between where I felt like the story seriously lagged.

Some readers love a story that makes for good “one-handed reading” – basically inspiration for getting off. Nothing at all wrong with that, but this book clearly aspired to do more than that, by exploring the characters’ lives and feelings. However, those parts of the story lacked the charge of the sex scenes for me. While I love a sexy book, I’ve also been reading “sweeter” romances lately by an author who keeps me fascinated, despite all the door-closing.

Obviously with this book, other readers don’t agree and have loved it. But it’s gotten me wondering – how much story do you all like with your erotica and erotic romances? 

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Platinum
Book 2 Facets of Passion
Jeffe Kennedy

Althea Grant is doing fine. Sure, her Charleston gallery is suffering from the bad economy, and her artistic aspirations have gone nowhere. But she’s happy enough. When rugged metal sculptor Steel rides up on his motorcycle looking to rent studio space, his infusion of cash is more than welcome. But his art is raw, visceral, sexual—and completely inappropriate for her pastel world of watercolor landscapes.

Steel, fascinated by Althea’s rare albino coloring, sees in her the key to his next piece: a metal satyr that can be used for bondage games. Moving into her gallery basement is the first step; seducing the coolly polite lady into modeling for him is the second.

As Steel peels away her careful manners and tasteful outfits, Althea begins to realize her life isn’t just fine at all—it’s as pale and washed-out as the watercolor paintings she’s failing to sell. Can she transform her life and accept her most secret desires?

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Sapphire
Book 1 Facets of Passion
By Jeffe Kennedy
Publisher: Carina Press

A successful executive, M. Taylor Hamilton is on track with her ten-year plan. Too bad her personal life consists of hitting the gym and grocery shopping. Enter the seductive Adam Kirliss. They may have a working relationship, but everything changes at an office party when he handcuffs her to the rail of a yacht. Taylor writes the adventure off as too much champagne, but when Adam challenges her to a date, she agrees to meet up with him. And follow his rules. They share a night of exquisite intimacy, brimming with both pain and pleasure. But afterwards, fearful of losing her heart, Taylor pulls back emotionally. Adam is determined to prove that she longs for the loss of control he can give her – and the passionate release it provides. How can he make her see that he wants her, and not just her body?

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Excerpt Sapphire

Kirliss captured her other wrist and held them close in front of her, his warm fingers massaging her skin, while he studied her face. The boat surged over a wave, disturbing her balance. Kirliss’s unusual eyes caught the light, boring into her.

“This is silly,” she tried.

“Do you want me to make you stay?”

“What?” Taylor choked. She couldn’t let him treat her this way. “No! You’ll do no such—”
She lost her breath entirely when he pressed up against her. Thinking he was trying to embrace her, she pulled away and found herself backed against the brass railing.

By the time she gathered her flustered thoughts, her wrists were handcuffed to the rail behind her. Mortified, a bit afraid and—worse—suddenly and wildly aroused…

About the Author:
Jeffe Kennedy took the crooked road to writing, stopping off at neurobiology, religious studies and environmental consulting before her creative writing began appearing in places like Redbook, Puerto del Sol, Wyoming Wildlife, Under the Sun and Aeon. An erotic novella, Petals and Thorns, came out under her pen name of Jennifer Paris in 2010, heralding yet another branch of her path, into erotica and romantic fantasy fiction. Since then, an erotic short, Feeding the Vampire, and another erotic novella, Sapphire, have hit the shelves.

Jeffe lives in Santa Fe, with two Maine coon cats, a border collie, plentiful free-range lizards and frequently serves as a guinea pig for an acupuncturist-in-training. Find her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/Author.Jeffe.Kennedy and Twitter (@jeffekennedy) or visit her at her website http://jeffekennedy.com/.

Review:

Jeffe Kennedy knows how to show a girl a good time. Every time I pick up one of her books, I am transported to another place. This time was New Orleans and a whole lot of sexy BDSM action. Sometimes I can get burned out with too many similar themes, but this one was a wonderful coming into ones self kind of story. Dani and Prejean were characters that you can fall in love with again and again.

Dani is in the fashion industry and scrimps on her food to try and remain competitive. Ending up at a restaurant one night, she requests some changes to a dish and the chef comes out to see what kind of loon wants him to make the kind of changes she was asking for. The clash between Dani and the very sexy Prejean is full of sparks. As Dani runs into the sexy chef again, he offers her something she can’t refuse and the story ramps up to full force.

I enjoyed this book very much. Prejean is a thoughtful Dom with more on his mind than a quick spank and tickle. He really takes his time with Dani and helps her blossom. There was a whole lot of sex and a HFN ending that fit the book. I found myself wanting to know much more about this sexy chef and his Cajun background.

4/5