Erotica

Fairy Fun by Anita Philmar

Today’s Never Ending Blog Tour brings Anita Philmar’s short and sweet Fairy Fun to the spotlight. One GoodReads reviewer said, “The dialog was humorous, I loved the banter between the characters, and the love scenes were enjoyable and added to the relationship and insecurities of the main characters.”

Blurb:
Dedrick Forester, Prince of Endole, is fast approaching the end of his fairy cycle, which means losing his ability to fly, transforming into a wood gnome, and having to choose a mate. Until then he just wants to have fun...and lots of sex.
King Rosewood of Evermore is determined to see his daughter wed, but Chloe loves the freedom of fairy flight too much to settle down as a frumpy old wood gnome. She escapes and spreads her wings to reach new heights...like air sex with a stranger.
Combine her passion with Dedrick's and sparks light up the sky. Both discover pleasure beyond their wildest fantasies. But neither is prepared for the emotional connection. Now Dedrick must convince Chloe that losing her wings doesn't mean there aren't other ways to fly?

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
“Have you ever done it while flying?” A soft female voice whispered near Dedrick’s right shoulder.
Perfect. He turned, and a zing of lust shot through his balls.
A fairy with dark auburn hair stood behind him. Her sea-green eyes held a teasing glint, and a come-hither smile welcomed him closer. He dropped his gaze and scanned her lush body. The small swell of her breasts barely rose above the thin gossamer fabric of her top, teasing him with glimpses of her peaking nipples.
He lowered his eyes to keep her from noticing the hunger pulsing through his blood. The curvy dip of her waist led to the wide flare of her skirt, which fell smoothly over her hips and ended at the top of her creamy thighs. Long silky legs robbed his brain of coherent thought—other than having them wrapped around his waist. His cock twitched.
“Always wondered if it could be done.” The lady glided to the counter, and Mel handed her the same chocolate concoction.
“Some say there’s no better sex.” Mel picked up his rag and walked down the length of the bar to another customer.
Dedrick wrapped his hands around his drink to keep from grabbing the sexy fairy and pulling her into his arms. Pictures flashed in his head—his hands around her waist, her nipples in his mouth, his cock deep inside her pussy. He groaned. “Sounds like an adventure we should try.”
He lifted his shell and gulped down a swallow. The warm, rich ambrosia caressed his taste buds and ignited images of sipping a woman’s pussy. The heady kick intensified the nervous excitement over the possibility of finally relieving the ache in his cock.
“My name is Chloe.” The lady lifted her drink as if in toast. “Let’s drink to us both enjoying the experience.”

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More about Anita Philmar

Anita likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day and a dreamer by night she wants her readers to see the world in a new way.
Influenced by sci-fi programs, she likes to develop places where anything can happen and where erotic moments come to life in a great read.
Naughty or Nice?
Read her books and decide.

Connect with Anita Philmar:

Website: http://www.anitaphilmar.com/

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More exciting titles from Anita Philmar: 

Black Dragon’s Blood

Black Dragon’s Moon

Black Dragon’s Heart

Hog-Tied and Branded

Naked Rebel

And many many more – check out her Amazon page.

Venomous Craving by Mary Auclair

Today Mary Auclair joins me with her fantasy thriller, Venomous Craving, (Eok Warriors book one).

Blurb: In a world where humanity has been hunted to near extinction, Rose is captured and on her way to be sold on the lucrative slave black market.

Seizing her only chance, she escapes and find fate waiting for her in the form of another captive of terrifying strength, a legendary Eok warrior. Together Rose and Karian fight for their survival, and ultimately for the fate of the entire human race.

In the midst of the battle, a dangerous attraction is born. Soon, the call for a mate torments Karian’s body, turning his desires into an imperious craving. Will Rose accept him as her bloodmate, and seal both their destinies, before everything is lost?

Disclaimer: Venomous Craving is an erotic romance that includes power exchanges and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

She turned to face him, with all intentions to thank him like she’d never thanked anyone before. Her words stumbled on each other and were lost before they escaped her lips.

The first things her eyes focused on were the bars. A cage. The stranger, her savior, stared from the other side, his shining bright blue irises fixed on her like on prey. His appearance struck her across the brain like a blow.

He was completely bald, and his ear-less head was smooth and round. The features on his face were sharp and angular, with prominent cheekbones and brows, accentuated by a straight nose marred by three ridges. His was a sensuous face, direct and challenging, the face of a man used to the reaction of others to his superior strength. His mouth was stretched in a superior smile, and Rose’s eyes caught on his full, fleshy lips, parted to show a row of pearly white teeth. And fangs. He had two long, sharp fangs where humans had merely harmless canines. His midnight blue skin shimmered in the dusty light, and as the air cleared progressively, so did the fog in Rose’s head.

Her eyes traveled across the landscape of tiny scars marking his skin in a regular pattern over his cheeks, forehead, and along his jaw. He wore pants, but no shirt, and his exposed torso was a tangle of lean muscles, bulging with strength going down to his waist. He was a fine man, with power and raw testosterone leaking from every pore of his being. Supremely masculine, attractive to no end, and definitively not human.

Oh, my God.

She knew what he was.

“You’re Eok.” The words stumbled from her lips in a whisper, as if she spoke them any louder, they would bite her tongue.

“And you’re human.” His eyes traveled up and down her body in a slow assessment.

More about Mary Auclair

Mary Auclair is a lover of romance novels of all genre. She likes to write everything from science fiction to fantasy, passing through paranormal and historical, but always with a dark, sexy twist. She spends too many hours to count daydreaming about adventures and hot, dominant alpha male heroes. When she’s not writing, she’s busy being a full-time mom, as well as caring for her many pets.

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SiNN by Tina Donahue

Is there a better way to end the week than with a hot new erotic novel? Tina Donahue is here today with her latest, SiNN.

She's every man's carnal fantasy...and the target of one's revenge.

Blurb:

At a Phoenix gentleman’s club, Lea dances as SiNN, her body bared and vulnerable to her male partner, her features hidden behind a feathered mask. To the men watching, she’s a sensual enigma, submissive and seductive with no face, name or history. Not even Lea knows her real origins.

A man from the past does and wants her dead.

Not on the watch of U.S. Marshals Jake Gabriel and Toby Quinn. Commanding and decisive, Jake not only wants Lea’s safety but to have her naked and yielding beneath him. To Toby, she’s all he should resist but cannot.

Protected by them at a secluded estate, Lea’s drawn to their potent masculinity and the raw male lust in their eyes. Inviting desire and an emotional connection, she submits to both at once, surrendering to their most shameless hunger along with her own wanton needs.

All while a killer edges closer…

Publisher’s note: SiNN is intended for adults only. Sexual activities represented in the book are fantasies only, intended for adults only. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual or other activity.

Buy link: AmazonBlushing Books

Excerpt:

With hooded eyes, she regarded those in the room to let them know she’d now acknowledge their presence. Deliberately avoiding the handsome Latino with the scar, she offered a feline smile to others in the wing chairs, granting them her attention for a few seconds before focusing on the ones standing behind.

To the left were males in varying ages, faces that scarcely registered. Those on the right proved the same until she reached one man near the back.

Her heart made a funny twist. Heat suffused her.

Taller than most in here, he owned rough good looks. In his prime, no more than early thirties, he had sharp features she guessed were Native American. His eyebrows and eyes were dark, his skin coppery, his mouth full and rich. He wore his thick black hair combed back, the longish ends falling below his ears and grazing his neck.

She tried to swallow, but couldn’t.

His absorbed and intense gaze held hers.

Warmth snaked through her, pooled in her belly, then shot heat to her pussy. In him, she recognized naked, unashamed desire he hid from no one, especially her.

She liked his broad shoulders and lean yet muscular frame. Unlike many men here tonight, he hadn’t dressed in an overpriced suit. He wore a black shirt unbuttoned at the throat, the sleeves folded back to mid-forearm, the tails hanging over his equally black jeans.

Casual wear for a not-so-casual man.

She met his gaze.

Possession flared in his dark eyes.

Everything in her weakened in response, drawn to his potent masculinity. However, good sense warned her against such foolishness.

With great effort, she pulled her attention from him, giving it to the man at his side. He was equally tall and approximately the same age, his short hair blond, skin sun-bronzed, features refined. He wore a well-tailored suit that made him perfect for a GQ cover. If ever there was a poster boy for unyielding authority, he’d nailed the look. He would have appeared rigid and uncompromising if not for lust flaring in his eyes.

Something indescribable fluttered deep within her, stealing her breath and muddying her thoughts.

She sensed he and the guy in black were together, two sides of the same coin. Powerful men who’d take whatever they wanted from a woman, while delivering pleasure.

More about Tina Donahue

Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

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New release: Trusting Ingrid

My road trip has drawn to a happy conclusion and I’m home again. Just in time to share the news that Trusting Ingrid, book 3 in the Romancing the Coast series is out now.

Ingrid has been expecting to have this conversation her entire life. She’s skated on the edge of the law for so long, she’s always expected to have it with a judge or prison warden.

Blurb:

Ingrid Nickel doesn’t want to go into rehab. Again. She tried it once but it didn’t work.

When she meets Lachlan Morrison, the connection is electric. She sees a handsome man, directing and challenging, who won’t be intimidated by a powerful woman like her. He sees a woman whose bluster and sarcasm is a cover for something deep inside her that is badly broken.

The daughter of a grifter, Ingrid has grown up street-wise and lawless. Lachlan has rescued more than one creature whose bark was worse than its bite.

Will his stern, loving magic work on Ingrid?

Publishers note: Although loosely part of a series, Trusting Ingrid, a spicy romance can be read as a stand alone story. It includes scenes of domestic discipline and power exchanges.

Buy link: Amazon

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Excerpt:

The newsreaders said the rain was part of an atmospheric river that would pass in twenty-four, maybe thirty-six, hours but Lachlan insisted they walk Cotter regardless.

“A dog like that needs lots of exercise,” he said.

Ingrid trudged along silently, unable to talk to Lachlan because they were both hunched under their hoods, deafened by the hammering downpour. In those drenched miles, Ingrid learned what it would be like to walk along a riverbed, with water constantly washing over her. By the time they were home, she was chilled, tired, and in a mood darker than the skies above. She decided to get the next bad part of the day over with, sending Lachlan the usual text.

He found her in the bedroom, playing poker on her iPad.

Without looking at him she said, “Guess what? I’m too tired for a spanking.”

He sat beside her. “Guess what? You’re getting one anyway.”

He took the iPad out of her hands and wrestled her to her feet in front of him. She stood, stubbornly not looking at him. He tried to pull her leggings and panties down. She locked her legs together, pressing her lips into a thin line, her jaw set.

“You want to make this last longer, do you?” he asked. “Because I’ve got the rest of the afternoon free. If my hand gets tired, I have a belt. You decide.”

Her eyes met his. She blinked before pulling her own pants down. She was barely across his lap when he started to spank her. Hard. He spanked her quickly, efficiently, with more force that he’d ever used before. Within seconds she forgot the rain, she forgot being embarrassed by having to ask for a spanking. She forgot everything but the river of pain being delivered to her backside. By reflex she cried for him to stop, even though she knew he wouldn’t. Every ounce of willpower she possessed was devoted to not breaking the position on his lap, even though she knew she was strong enough to get away if she wanted to.

Lachlan wasn’t a caveman dragging her by her hair to a beating because she was helpless to resist. She was physically strong. She was mentally devious. She could scream loud enough to wake the dead if she wanted to. In short, she could get up and walk away. And then what? Try to find someone else as sexy, as affectionate, as caring as Lachlan?

Impossible.

Besides, the idea of the spankings turned her on. The reality of them scared her. But they didn’t last forever and he was always so gentle after.

When the spanking stopped that afternoon, she burst to her feet like a diver coming up for air. Grateful for his determination to spank her, to not let her weasel her way out of what they both knew she needed, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Kissing the top of his head, she said, “Thank you."

Bound to Submit by BJ Wane

Book 4 in BJ Wane’s Miami Masters series is out. If you’ve read any of the first three books, you’ll want to read Bound To Submit.

Miles vowed to protect her, but will the secrets of their pasts jeopardize both their future and Hope’s safety?

Blurb:

Hope Wallace left Atlanta after being betrayed by her family and friends in the worst way. Now, running a homeless shelter in downtown Miami, she was finally doing what she wanted with her life and working at putting the past behind her.  The only thing marring her happiness was the constant desire to explore the BDSM lifestyle her new friends enjoyed so much.  She had tried that once, and it led to disaster and losing everything, but the urges kept pulling at her until she finally succumbed and braved going to a club.

Miles Cavenaugh fell for Hope the minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a friend and resident at her shelter.  His violent childhood kept him from forming relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone harming an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick with his close friends for companionship.  But when he hears Hope is at a local BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds in Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.

Unable to continue keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her interest out of her system.  But an unknown person is determined that Hope not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.

Disclaimer: Bound To Submit contains spankings, bondage and discipline and other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.

Buy links:  Amazon │Blushing Books

Excerpt

Hope had been comfortable tucked away against the wall and obscured by the dim lighting but moving up close to the different stations reminded her of how excited she’d been when her and her friends toured the club in Atlanta.  It had been the first time in her adult life when sex had appealed to her, and when that Dom had given her a taste of what she’d been witnessing, and she’d responded to the pain and exposure more than she ever had to intercourse with her fiancé, she’d discovered she wasn’t the cold fish Craig often complained she was.  Maybe if he had screwed her in something other than the missionary position and added a little foreplay into the mix, she would have fared better.

Just as before, Hope’s blood heated when Miles halted in front of a spanking bench and they were facing the red buttocks of the woman strapped face down on the apparatus.  Her response was so quick, so fiery hot she squeezed her thighs together to contain the rush of juices gathering at her entrance and leaned against Miles’ arm without conscious thought until he spoke above her.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”  His low, demanding tone brought out goosebumps along her arms and urged her to answer.

Embarrassed, she shook her head and tried to shift away from him but should’ve known better.  She knew enough about Doms to know they expected an honest answer to posed questions. 

“Hope.”  Miles tightened his hand on her elbow and gave her arm a small shake.

Hope didn’t look up at him when she said, “I’m wondering why the pain doesn’t turn her off.”  Or me either. 

“It’s easier if you accept some people get off on it, and some don’t, without trying to explain it or find a good reason for it.  If it works for you, go with it, if it doesn’t, try something else.”

“You make it sound easy.”  Doubt colored her tone. 

He raised her face with two fingers under her chin.  “It can be, with the right person.”  Dipping his thumb inside her lower lip, he pulled it down, his black gaze focused on her face as he skimmed over the soft, wet tissues.

Hope imagined him doing the same thing to the sensitive nerve endings lining her pussy and a curl of want unfurled between her legs.  She swallowed hard before taking a step back.  Miles released her lip and took hold of her elbow again, steering her down the row until they came to a woman gyrating on a dildo attached in the center of a mechanical vault.  The brunette’s soft mewls and tight grip on the pommel revealed her distress as the Dom standing at her side flicked a short leather strap on one, bright crimson nipple; the glistening dampness left on the condom-covered phallus each time she rose up proved she enjoyed his painful ministrations.

“You’re blushing but imagine how that would feel vibrating inside you as you bounced on it, maybe with someone slapping your ass as you ride it.”  Miles’ gaze swept down to her chest and she didn’t have to follow his eyes to know he saw the rigid outline of her painfully erect nipples through her bra and top.  “Are you sure you’ve never submitted before?”

BJ Wane in her own words:

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

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Stolen, Alpha's Control book 1 by Addison Cain

Addison Cain’s latest book Stolen (Alpha’s Control, Book 1) is attracting top reviews from readers everywhere. One reader describes it as:

“Unique and beautiful story telling set in a complex, dystopian world. Devastatingly exuberant sex that drowns the reader…”

Blurb:

He stole her off the streets in broad daylight—the first Omega discovered in Bernard Dome in generations. He took her with violence while none intervened. He broke her, swearing he’d put her back together.

Brenya Perin was ordered to submit.

Bernard Dome is the jewel of Europe, a bastion of art and culture, pleasure and decadence. But life in the city depends on the occupation chosen for you at birth. There is no subversion, no question of who rules. There is no freedom.

Peace has a price, a price the Commodore of Bernard Dome is willing to pay… so long as the Omega remains his.

***

Shepherd’s influence is on the rise. His machinations are subtle, his hands full tending to his recovering mate. Her safety is his priority, and something he’s willing to risk war to assure. Bernard Dome has what he wants, and they will all be damned if they deny him.

Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Control series, is a dark Omegaverse tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

Buy links: AmazonBlushing Books

Excerpt:

Bit by bit, her body conformed to the Alpha’s unspoken will. Her lips would sigh while her brain would scream.

He’d take a nipple to be suckled, her spine would arch… the small Beta voice inside her powerless to make her listen.

Someone else inhabited her body when Jacques played his games.

She was possessed.

And that was why she’d cried over breakfast. That was why she’d flown into violence when he thought to take her away from herself again.

Because he had a new weapon. A thing he’d slipped inside her and called her prize.

What did he call it? The name had sounded scientific, important, nothing like what it should have been called. He’d called it a pliarator. She knew better. It was a mind obliterator.

It slipped in easily enough the day before, so smoothly she wasn’t sure what had replaced his fingers, and then it had latched on. Discomfort grew in the form of a muscular ache, distracting, embarrassing, and enticing, Jacques manipulating how the thing sat in her pelvis while she tried to sit up and see what he’d done.

There had been no warning before the buzzing clicked and a soft nodule landed on her clitoris. The vibration had set her to yelp, urged her to press her legs closed against it, and encouraged a pool of slick to gather under her body.

He’d allowed her rebellion because it had made no difference. Even with her legs together, even rolled over on her belly as if she might squirm away, it could not be unseated. Deep inside her body it changed shape again. It stretched her, Brenya keening in pain.

Except, she wasn’t sure if it had been pain at all.

A warm hand on her back, the other still fixed to the device inside the squirming Omega, Jacques smiled. “When an Alpha male chooses to mount an untried Beta female there is a certain protocol that must take place before he can possess her. Had you been optioned for the breeding banks, you would have undergone this practice years ago—just as Annette delighted in these moments with Ancil. Sharing this with you was her idea, and seeing you this way, I can see it was an excellent one. Relax and enjoy.”

Mouth agape, sucking in deep pants of air, Brenya stared forward at the distant wall and saw nothing. She could do nothing. Was reduced to nothing.

All by a single pulsating machine.

A machine designed for one purpose: to prepare a Beta female's sex organs to accept the far larger, far more powerful Alpha cock.

The way it squirmed and milked the slick from her tunnel curled her toes. The horrid thing had a life of its own, though she might claw the sheets and fight against its intrusion.

Jacques may have pumped it in and out of her, he may have forced it deeper into her cunt when she tried to push it out, but the robot sensed her struggles and redoubled its attack.

The first orgasm had hurt; the machine had torn the pleasure right out of each nerve.

Immediately it altered its shape, sprang into action when her passage clenched as if to grasp an Alpha knot. Shape bloating, manipulating nerves with shocks, with rotary aggression, it had expanded near the base… and made her groan until drool hung from her lips.

An ocean of slick poured like a river, Jacques no longer pinning her down, but petting and watching where her ass had raised up from the bed and her stuffed cunt was on display as if begging for more.

He adjusted the settings. She convulsed, insides wrenching around the mechanical intrusion as it started its expansion process over again.

Rolling her to her back, he drew her knees to her ears, put his weight on her, and moved his body as if it was his member inside her doing the damage and not some cold machine.

He’d dared to kiss her, to comment on her lust-drugged, blown pupils.

The male had called her beautiful as she lay stupefied and twitching.

When she tried to say his name, tried to beg him to stop, he’d smiled, his head slowly descending between her grotesquely spread thighs. Jacques had lapped at the slick seeping out around the machine as if her sex was the sweetest cream.

“I’ve never seen a Beta respond to a Pliarator as you do. What exceptional creatures Omegas are.” Husky, he’d growled, still savoring her juices. “Imagine it’s my cock inside you. When the next knot comes, I want you to feel my seed pulsating in your belly.”

As if on cue, the machine began to expand at its base, to fill her up and stretch her even more than the first time. He watched it work her, Jacques seeing to his own satisfaction with rapid jerks of his hand up and down the veined protuberance jutting forth between his legs.

His cock.

She could smell it in her haze, grunted at it like an animal.

The way he abused his organ, how swollen and purple it grew in his fist, the way he practically gnawed her erect clitoris, they both had to be in euphoric pain.

Ready to spurt, he’d reared back on his knees, drew his lips back from his teeth, the muscles standing up in his neck.

The worst had yet to come.

He spoke a command. The machine responded. It opened up, the false knot inside her growing until a hole was made inside her body just the right size to be exploited.

Falling forward to land on his hand, his musculature tight and twitching, Jacques lined up his fat cockhead with her machine spread opening, smeared her tortured cunt with a dribble of his come, and jerked himself in two more rough tugs until pearlescent spray shot forcefully into the space the machine had made inside her.

His usherings were too much for that little pocket, and his seed surged outside her sex, down her crack, in waves of wet heat, over and over until he pulled from her slit to aim instead for her trembling belly.

He overshot, coating her heaving tits, globs landing as far as her parted lips.

When he had crawled over her body, bobbing his pulsating knot in her face, he’d told her to lick him clean… and she had obeyed.

Without question.

Laving him from bulbous base to mushroom tip, collecting the salty taste, slurping, swallowing. With even more vigor than he’d displayed between her legs, Brenya submitted.

In that moment, she did not possess the mental faculty to understand that the Alpha had manipulated his promise.

Jacques had not fucked her. His machine had.

She’d been vanquished like a prisoner, subjugated like a slave, and used like a whore—sore, tired, mindless, and still under the control of his whirring device.

That had been last night, all night.

Even upon waking, her senses had not fully returned, and here he was, forcing her back on the bed to do it to her all over again.

Betas were never reassigned.

He pushed his toy deeper, speaking warmly. “In a week or two, you’ll be ready for me, mon chou.”

More about Addison Cain:

USA Today Bestselling author, Addison Cain, was born in California but, after completing a degree in Japanese, she spent years in Asia. She’s also lived in Ireland, Qatar, and now Washington DC.

She’s best known for her dark romances, the internationally bestselling Alpha’s Control Series, and the twisted alien worlds of the Irdesi Empire. Her antiheroes are not always redeemable, her lead females fierce, and nothing is ever as it seems.
Deep and sometimes heart wrenching, Addison is driven to push her plots beyond the pale. Her books are not for the faint of heart, but they are just right for those who enjoy unapologetic bad boys, aggressive alphas, and a hint of violence in a kiss. 
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Don’t miss these other exciting titles by Addison Cain!
The Alpha’s Claim Series:
Born to be Bound: Book One
Born To Be Broken: Book Two
Reborn: Book Three
The Alpha’s Control Series:
Absolute Power: Prelude
Stolen: Book One
The Irdesi Empire Series:
Sigil: Book One
Sovereign: Book Two
Anthologies:
The Dark Forest: A Collection of Erotic Fairytales
Valentine’s Roulette: Unraveled
Hero Undercover: A Night by my Fire
Royally Mine: Consumed
Historical Romance:
A Trick of the Light
Dark Side of the Sun

Taken By The Barbarian by April Vine

If you missed April Vine’s book Taken by The Barbarian the first time it was on my blog, it’s second for a second look. Here’s a small sample of the many five-star reviews it has earned on Amazon:

  • Best story I have ever read! It's a little bit medieval "Fifty Shades of Grey". […] Just read this awesome adventure and love story.
  • Great storyline, fleshed out characters and smoking hot chemistry!! This will be re-read more than once :).
  • This book was definitely a winner. Dominant male. Check. Hot sex scenes. Check. Romance. Check. You can't go wrong with this book.
  • The writing was wonderful, sex scenes great, the characters well described. Overall I would read it again and other books from this author
  • The theory that you can't judge a book by its cover doesn't apply here. Everything on the pages is as hot as that crazy hot cover. The book is exactly as the title -and cover- imply, a steamy take of a princess stolen away, forced to submit to a very Dominant man. There are some interesting twists, steamy sex, and a great ride to a happy ending

How can you resist this fantasy, erotic romance?

Blurb:

Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.

To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.

Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?

Publisher’s Note: Taken by The Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Excerpt:

He could spank her behind all shades of color then if he liked but in the end it meant getting rid of him. She could handle a few slaps with a strap, no matter the size. In the last three moons, an uncaring numbness had established itself in her body and only her heart endured all her pain. She wouldn’t die from his spanking and certainly there was a stark flaw in his discipline since she planned never to do her chores anyway. Or start obeying him.

She could do this. She could take this Alien Warlord’s punishment and not falter one bit. He would have to discipline her for the rest of her life, but she would never do her chores, she would never obey him.

She lifted the nightdress and laid over his lap, her feet and hands not touching the floor. The hardness of his thighs penetrated her middle. Her mind reeled with the differences in their bodies and that strange feeling of heat covered her skin again. Only when she was with him did she forget the cold. Where she was small, soft, smooth, and without a strand of hair save for her head, he was massive, hard, rough, and his jaw darkened with hair.

“Ah, fuck,” he growled softly. For long moments, nothing happened. She braced herself for her first strike but none came. Instead she felt a rising hardness against the side of her curved into his lap. Her heart thudded. She turned her head. Was that part of his body? Some Alien characteristic?

But he growled, pressed into her lower back and released a raw streak of heat across her previously pampered skin. It burned like a flame and yet the pain didn’t register just as pain alone. Her whole body erupted into countless electrical sparks, all of them notably and oddly pleasurable. Just like when he touched her. The second one landed in the same place, deeper and more severe and directly after the first. She cried out, then bit her lip.

“Will you do your chores?” he asked.

“No,” she said forcefully.

Another series of strikes whipped across her backside. She clutched her thighs together, her whole focus on the ever-rising heat between her legs taking over every other part of her body. His hand, no matter how he touched her seemed to ignite her forbidden place. And why did her nipples swell and hurt so much and now she believed only his mouth could ease her ache there, yet where his mouth could give her fleeting relief, he evoked other wild uncanny sensations everywhere else in her body when he did. She scrunched her eyes tightly, not from the sting of his spanking, but from the desperate need to spread her thighs so she could ease the tightness there.

More about the author:

APRIL VINE is a night-time erotic romance writer and a daytime professional dreamer. She adores books, chocolates and shoes, and is happiest doing all three at the same time.

She lives in a house with boys and a few four-legged furry things and has come to accept both species for the strange creatures they are.

Connect with April Vine:

Email: april.vine@yahoo.com

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Seduced by the Vampire by Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie Fortune is here today with a new book in her Scattered Siblings series, Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf.

Blurb:

After seven centuries, Elias, a former Spartan turned vampire, finds his eternal bride. Seth, Elias’s werewolf half-brother, scents his mate.

Vampire and werewolf loathe each other. The only thing they agree on is that Tempest is their mate – and they’re not sharing.

A prophecy will force Tempest, a twenty-first-century witch, to choose between them. As the half-brothers vie to win her heart, they teach her about spanking, the way pain heightens pleasure, and the joy of multiple orgasms.

A vampire can’t survive without his fated bride. A werewolf dies if he loses his mate. Their future rests in Tempest’s hands. Which one will she choose?

Note: While loosely linked to the Scattered Siblings series, this book may be read as a standalone story

Disclaimer: Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include sexually explicit situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy links: AmazonLooseIDKoboBarnes and Noble

Excerpt

Accepting Seth’s offer of coffee had been stupid. She knew that now. Eyes closed, she tried to picture Elias. Major fail. Her confused emotions showed Seth cradling her in his arms. She shouldn’t lust after him, not with Elias waiting for her at home.

Seth’s delicious scent—all fast-flowing rivers overlaid with the scent of ripening corn—pulled her in like a lure. His solid muscles made her want to run her hand down his torso. She loved his dimpled smile and kept stealing glances at his tempting lips. Part of her wanted to taste him right back. Damn it, I’m not a sleep-around kind of girl. With Seth, her wicked intentions punched a hole in her good-girl persona.

Determined to resist him, she shoved at his shoulder. Undeterred, he lowered his head toward hers. She ran her tongue over her lips and puckered up for him. Surely one kiss—one tiny taste—won’t hurt. Leaning toward him, she buried her hands in his curls and tugged him closer. He smiled as he moved in for his kiss, a butterfly caress that whetted her appetite and made her greedy for more. Kissing Seth seemed sensual and abandoned, a taste of forbidden fruit she couldn’t resist. Didn’t want to, really. One gentle sweep of his tongue over the seam of her lips, and she opened for him, inviting him into the damp heat of her mouth. Another moan escaped her, soft, low, and desperate. She needed him inside her, screwing her hard.

Pulling back, he cupped her cheek and gazed down at her face. His intensity, his need, and his determination to claim her showed in his eyes. She’d never felt so alive—and excluding last night—so desperate for sex.

As if in slow motion, he lowered his lips back to hers, plundering her mouth for kisses the way a pirate did treasure, and slid one arm beneath her thighs. He rose to his feet and sat her, legs open, on the table. She supported herself by putting her hands behind her as her legs dangled over the edge.

Seth shoved her skirt up her thighs, stood between her legs, and untied the bow on her blouse. The unadulterated joy in his gaze made her think of a little boy unwrapping a long-awaited Christmas present.

Thank the Goddess I’m wearing my raciest bra and panties. Her pulse rate rocketed as Seth kissed his way down her neck and ran his tongue over her breasts. It felt raspy and rough over her skin.

A needy shiver ran down her spine as he slid her blouse from her shoulders and unfastened her bra. She sat with her skirt pulled over her thighs and her torso bared for Seth’s delight. Forgetting everything except the deliciously sinful man who held her with reverent intent, she curled her arms around his neck. He’d protected her in the parking garage, comforted her, and now his lips dominated her into sweet submission. Head spinning, she clutched at his shoulders. Her pussy filled with her intimate juices, and her nipples stood like scarlet beads atop her generous breasts.

“More,” she gasped. “I need more. Make it hurt.”

More about Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae, or BDSM loving dragons. 

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.

Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.

Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

Connect with Kyrissie Fortune

Website: http://kryssiefortune.wixsite.com/kryssie

Blog: http://kryssiefortune.blogspot.co.uk/

Twitter: @KryssieFortune       

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KryssiesFortune

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Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/2hA0ZVO

Question and answers with Kryssie Fortune:

1. What do you like best about writing ménage?

I find ménage difficult, although two of my books, Taken by Twin Doms, and Claimed by the Vampire, Seduced by the Werewolf are both ménages. I found it easier the second time around. The best bit is messing with the heroine’s head until she decides she wants the ménage. Then the men can move in.

2.  What usually comes first for you, characters or plot?

Plot. No matter who is in the story or how much sex they have, if there isn’t a great story behind it, I wouldn’t want to read it. The same thing goes for cliff hangers. I dn’t want to read them either.

3. What genre do you enjoy reading?

I’ll read anything. Mostly I stick with romances. Any kind, from Regency, through military, to paranormal. I enjoy the occasional adventure / mystery too.

4. How do you come up with your stories?

I’m a pantser. The best description I ever saw was that a writer has a series of islands to swim to before reaching the mainland. I start with a scene in my head and work out things around it as I go. Oddly, in a couple of instances, the scene I used for inspiration never made it into my book.

 

Little Brides by Allison West

For age play fans, Allison West is back today with her book, Little Brides, Victorian Chronicles Book Two.

Blurb:

Eager young Clara is looking forward to her arranged marriage. She has been waiting all her life for the day when she will meet her husband. Her father has spent many months searching for the man worthy of his daughter’s hand.

Clara learns that her future husband, Francis, requires the young woman to undergo a medical examination to ensure that she has remained pure and that she is as intact as her reputation. Clara has never felt more disgraced as she is forced to bare all of herself to the doctor, where she undergoes far more than she ever anticipated. Silently, she swears to herself that she will move past the humiliation and never speak of what happened with the physician.

When Francis pays a visit to Clara’s father to propose additional terms to the marriage, wanting to bring along one of her maids so he will have a nanny in the house for Clara, the young bride-to-be is shocked to realize that he was the man giving her an examination. Was he really a doctor, or was he playing the part to ruin her reputation?

Little Brides is the second book in the Victorian Chronicles. It can be read as a stand-alone story but it does follow the first book in the series: A Proper Punishment.

Disclaimer: This book contains elements of age-play, power exchange, discipline, anal play, and graphic sexual content. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Buy links: AmazonBlushing Books

Excerpt:

Francis had paid an unexpected visit to Clara’s parents’ home, wishing to speak with them about hiring a nanny for Clara. Though, in truth, he did not desire to use such words around her family. He wanted the chance to marry the young lady and worried that if he confessed of his desires, that they might not offer the young lady to him. Instead he would refer to the position as a maid, because it was quite common for wealthy families to have maids to help the girls with their chores and getting ready for proper events. 

He had not intended on visiting with Clara after the examination. In fact, he had planned on her discovering that he was the physician when they were to wed. It would have been quite a surprise, even for him, a man who despised surprises, but he thought it was in Clara’s best interest.  

“What are you doing here?” Clara asked, staring at him harshly. She stepped closer, examining him from head to toe. “Are you really a physician or was what you did some sick joke?” Clara folded her arms across her chest. 

 He was confident that she was angry with him and for valid reason, he hadn’t been forthcoming in who he was. Francis also hadn’t thought that if he was honest she would have been accepting of what he wanted to do, ensure that she was a virtuous bride. 

“I am a doctor,” Francis said. “You visited my home and the cottages for the sick and dying.” He quite often had at least one family hauled up in one of the buildings until they passed away. It made caring for them much easier when they were within a few days or weeks of their last dying breath. 

“You lied to me!” Clara shouted as she stomped across the floor, coming to approach him. 

He wasn’t sure whether she had it in her to hit him or only scream at him. Either way he was prepared for whatever anger she unleashed. Francis did not deny that it was probably warranted. It wasn’t that he intended to betray her, only keep her from second guessing the decision of their marriage. 

“I did what was in your best interest,” Francis said. “I intended to marry you and have no reason not to.” He hoped that she would not give him a reason to turn her away. She was beautiful, strikingly so with her honey blonde hair and hazel eyes that twinkled in the candelabra lighting. 

Clara huffed with anger, her teeth clenched tight and her hands balled into fists. “You violated me!” 

“Excuse me?” George asked, interrupting the tiff between his daughter and Francis. “Would someone please clarify what exactly is going on here?” 

Interview with Allison West

Is this your first series?

Writing as Allison West, this is the first series that I’ve done. However, I’ve written a young adult series that was three books.

How many books will be in the Victorian Chronicles series?

Right now there are only two books. I hope to write more, but I haven’t planned anything further.

Favorite book?

I absolutely loved The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.

Favorite TV shows?

The 100, 13 Reasons Why, The Handmaid’s Tale

What makes a good story?

Characters with a solid backstory, a believable world –whether it’s historical, fantasy, science fiction or contemporary it has to be based on enough truth to seem real, a strong story arc, and a romance that is believable. I enjoy reading romances that aren’t just throw the characters together and let them make out. Obstacles and flawed characters are more genuine and real, they’re like us.

Tell us a crazy story about your life.

I recently got married and the week of the wedding, my fiancé was hospitalized in isolation for C-Diff. We weren’t sure the wedding would happen. When it came down to the wedding day, everything was beautiful, the ceremony was amazing, but at the reception – I was sick. We spent our wedding night in the ER and missed our first dance and reception. Talk about a crazy night.

More about Allison West:

Allison West is a #1 International Best-Selling Author in Erotica, BDSM, Romantic Erotica, Sci-Fi, Victorian, and Historical Erotica. She also writes young adult novels under the name Ruth Silver.

Allison West has been inventing worlds and writing stories for years. Her favorite novels are those that leave a lasting impression, long after the final page is read. She loves writing naughty novels with characters that you can connect with. You can find more about Allison on Facebook and Twitter.

Want to be part of her Advanced Reader Program and discover information about upcoming titles, giveaways, access to ARC’s and gain behind the scenes access? Join the Victorian Vixens Facebook group.

Visit her website:

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Little Prim and Proper

The Victorian Shift

The Decoy Bride

Delia’s Debt

Little Secrets

Jailed Little Jade

Enrolling Little Etta

The Nanny

Fire Licked

The Murderess

 

What Happens in Bangkok by Daryl Devore

Daryl Devoré is here today with What Happens in Bangkok. This is book 1 of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy.

Blurb:

To save Darien's life his brother asks, "Can you walk in high heels?" 

Erika Bailey, owner/manager of a drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand has happily settled into all aspects of her new life, except for her lack of a love life. When a new diva auditions, Erika is bewildered over her instant attraction to the blond God, Apollo. 

Darien Scott is on vacation after a world tour and mistakenly figures the safest place to be is at The Black Dragon with the head of a Triad. When the club is hit, Darien is the only person to get out alive. Now he's running from the police and a Triad. Mistake number 1.

Disguised as a drag queen, he's hired by Erika, but falls hard for his new boss, then struggles with not coming clean with her. Mistake number 2.

Can he fix his mistakes and find a life filled with love or is he headed straight for mistake number 3?

Disclaimer: What Happens in Bangkok contains graphic sexual scenes. Strong stuff but worth it. If this subject offends you, please do not buy this book.

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:

He rolled his neck and shoulders as the heat worked its way into the tension. Again with the pity-party. Hmph, must be the wine talking.

A soft pop in his neck signaled the release of some tension. Wine talking? Could I have misinterpreted what Erika meant about the wine?

A spark of hope surged up from the depth that Darien had shoved it, but was immediately crushed. He slapped his hand on the wall. Stop being so stupid. She's not interested in anything long term. You are so off your game. Tired from the tour, then the stress of the shooting. Have a few laughs, then go home and get back to being Darien Scott.

 With his head tilted upward, the rain-like steam trickled over his face and dribbled down his back. But it would've been nice. Her kisses ? what the…

 The pressure of two lips against his bare upper arm snapped him from his thoughts. He lowered his face, swiped at the water, then opened his eyes.

 No, he hadn't imagined the kiss. Standing next to him was Erika, fully clothed. An unverbalized hope had materialized beside him. She smiled as he turned to face her. A mixture of thoughts and questions shot through his mind. She silenced them all with the soft pressure of her finger on his lips.

 Darien stretched out his hand to cup her cheek, but she slipped back out of his reach. She lifted her arms and dragged her fingers through her short hair, released her head and shook it. Droplets splashed against the wall. She moved forward a step so that the water spraying out splashed against her breasts and belly. Her blouse stuck to her like a second skin.

The vision of his peeling her blouse off and exposing her breasts brought his cock to attention. She lowered her gaze, running her tongue over her top lip. Darien swallowed–hard.

She pulled her fingers from behind her neck, trickled the back of them down her cheeks to her chest, then paused. Extending a finger, she toyed with the top button of her blouse.

Darien's focus locked on to even the tiniest movement. The flutter of an eyelid hit him deep in his belly. Erika spun away from him, shifting to peer over her shoulder. She matched his gaze and didn't blink. Water streamed down her cheeks, dripping off the end of her nose. Jealousy burned in Darien that the water could touch her and he knew he wouldn't be allowed. She planned on driving him crazy and he was willing to let her.

With the fluid grace of a dancer, Erika extended her arms, reached behind and tugged her blouse out of her waistband. She moved her hands before her. Although Darien couldn't see, he knew she'd undone the top button of her blouse. She opened the collar, exposing a bit of neck, then released another button, pulling the top of the blouse open a bit more. The fourth time, Darien had to clench his hands to stop from storming over, grabbing her blouse and ripping it open.

He wanted to–craved–to see her naked. Sprawled out beneath him. But he'd wait. The anticipation was sublime.

Question and answer with Daryl Devoré:

What's your genre or do you write in more than one?

I write in erotic anything. If I can stick erotic in front of it, I'll have a go at it. I have 2 erotic contemporary billionaire stories, an erotic twisted fairy tale, an erotic medieval romance, an erotic contemporary fantasy, an erotic contemporary crash romance, and an erotic rock star romance.

What fiction do you read for pleasure?

Mysteries – I have all of Agatha Christies, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Dorothy L Sayers' works, plus several other authors.

Tell me a bit about yourself and what inspired you to become a writer?

I live on the Ontario side of the Ontario/Quebec border. When I'm not writing, I'm a yoga class.

Your dream home - mountains or ocean?

Ocean.  My motto – Sun. Sand. Sea water.

Do you have a daily writing routine?  

Let's see. I get up. Head to my laptop. Check emails. Then chaos ensues as life kicks in. So no – no writing routine.

What is your favorite book?

I have no idea. I have book shelves full of my favourite book.