Sure Mastery, book 2 in the Black Combe Dom series by Ashe Barker

Have you caught your breath after reading book 1 in Ashe Barker’s Dark Combe Dom series yet? Great because she’s here today with the next instalament. Book 2, Sure Mastery is out now!

His gifts to her are beyond price, the rewards of submission.

Blurb
He’s hurt her once, and terrified her. He holds her future in his hands. Can she trust him with her body too?
Desperate to escape her past and start over, Ashley McAllister cuts her ties with her old life and heads for the wild landscape of West Yorkshire, the perfect place to reinvent herself. And her carefully laid plans are working, until she encounters her nemesis—the one man she’d hoped never to see again—Tom Shore, the man she and a gang of thugs attacked and robbed, and who swore he’d make her pay. He owns the cottage she’s made her home and adores, and now he wants his pound of flesh. So he takes it.
Intimidated and beaten by her sexy and dominant landlord, and totally confused by her intense physical response to him, Ashley needs Tom to guard her secrets. But will he and his enigmatic and terrifying friend, Nathan Darke, allow her to leave her past behind and start again? Having survived her first explosive and humiliating encounter with Tom, Ashley struggles to get her new life back on track. But Tom wants her. His demanding, persuasive, sensual charm is almost irresistible, his mastery of her assured.
But—can she submit to Tom’s dominance? Should she? Ashley has escaped one violent and abusive relationship. Is she about to be sucked into an even darker and more dangerous liaison?
Disclaimer: Sure Mastery contains spankings, bondage and discipline and other sexual activities. These are fantasies only, intended for adults only. Strong stuff but worth it. If such subjects offend you, please do not buy this book.
This novel was previously released as three separate books, Unsure, Sure Fire and Sure Thing in the series Sure Mastery. In this volume the three books in the Sure Mastery trilogy are published as one combined novel, under the title, Sure Mastery with new cover art, no cliffhangers and a HEA..

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Excerpt:
A long silence follows my little outburst. He doesn’t move, but I can feel his eyes on me. Watching, assessing. I wait for his next attack.
Instead, “He raped you? Kenny?” The question is soft, gentle.
I nod. “Yes. Twice.”
“Did you report it to the police?”
Ah, here we go. “No.”
“Why not?”
“I lived with him, slept with him, had sex with him regularly. Who’d have believed me that once or twice it was against my will? And… I was scared of him.”
He nods, doesn’t press me further, seems to accept this explanation. “I knew he was a vicious git. I saw the way he treated you that night. I just didn’t realise… I understand now why you were afraid of Nathan and me when we came to your cottage.” He hesitates, his gaze softening. “I’m sorry for that, and for the way I spoke to you afterwards. I was insensitive and cruel. You are safe here, with me. I hope you can believe that.” He reaches out, tips my chin up with his fingers, gently raising my eyes to his.
I hold his gaze, assertive Ashley back on her soapbox. “Yes, I do believe that. But only because you don’t fancy me. I’m too scrawny, ‘not enough to go around’ I think you said.” The bitter sting of those cruel, dismissive words still bites. Hard. Without thinking about possible consequences I press my point. “And I’m not having any more of that from you either. No more insults, no more belittling me with your personal comments. I won’t let you make me feel small again. Just leave me be, and if you’ve nothing nice to say about me then keep your opinions to yourself, please.”
Gently cupping my chin with his palm, he holds my gaze, his gorgeous eyes now warm, tender almost. And I see respect starting to dawn there. At last, he speaks, his tone low, serious. A hint of esteem there, just maybe.
“Well said, Ashley. You’re right, and I apologise. For the things I said to you, back then and just now. I was rude, cruel, and what I said wasn’t true. The truth is, you’re so lovely you take my breath away—especially naked.” He smiles, probably at my astonished expression—nothing he could have said to me in response would have surprised me more than that. Lovely? Me? My mind’s still turning cartwheels as he continues. “I’m not apologising for finger-fucking you, though, because I did ask. Maybe a bit late, but still… And you seemed to like that bit as I recall. And I’m not apologising for stripping you and spanking you, although I know probably I should. Nathan certainly thinks so. Trouble is, I enjoyed that part too much to be genuinely sorry now. And if you’ve done the research that I suggested you do you might start to have some idea why I enjoyed it. And why you did too. Do you have any idea why, Ashley?”
I shake my head, bewildered, completely lost for words now. Enjoyed it? He hurt me, terrified me. But a quiet little voice at the back of my head is quick to point out what else he did, afterwards, and how powerfully I responded. And how much more he could have done to me as I lay there helpless on my bed, offering no further resistance. But he didn’t. And Tom doesn’t push his advantage now, just as he didn’t then, he simply leaves me be with my thoughts.
He drops his hand, but his emerald eyes are still holding mine. “I shouldn’t have threatened you again just now, even in fun. Forgive me?” His low tone seems sincere, contrite even.
I do believe he means it. He must have decided to take my continued silence as assent because suddenly he’s all business again, his booted feet hitting the flags with a heavy thud as he gets to his feet. “I need to get off. I’ll be back around one, I’ve a Skype meeting scheduled with a supplier so I’ll see you then. Make yourself at home, have a good look round, try to find everything you need but if you get stuck or need to know anything text me. Oh, and just leave the ironing. Okay?”
Stunned at my success, and the tangible shift in our relationship, I can only nod. Assertive Ashley definitely has her moments. He grabs his jacket from a hook on the back of the door and winks at me on his way out. “Have a nice day, Ashley.” He clicks his tongue and the two dogs trot after him. A few seconds later I hear the Land Rover fire up and drive off, and I’m alone in his huge old house.

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USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Saving Suki by Sierra Brave

Do you like shape shifters? How about a little hot romance? Then Sierra Brave’s latest book, Saving Suki may be just what you’re looking for. It is book 4 in the Horse Mountain Shifters series.

Blurb:
An abusive childhood and an accident in his teens left stallion-shifter, Malcolm Patterson, with a distrust for his father and a lot of holes in his memory. When his dad passes away, Malcolm returns to Horse Mountain to fulfill his obligation to settle his old man’s affairs but finds the shifter community’s near hero-worship of the late doctor disquieting. He’s further shaken to meet a curvy beauty at the funeral who makes his heart gallop and his primal instincts take over.
Suki Marks has been in love with handsome and noble Malcolm Patterson ever since he saved her from bullies who called her an abomination when she was ten. He was the first person to be straight with her about the reasons some people shunned her family and he was quick to debunk those prejudices as the ignorant folktales and stupid superstitions they were. Even after Malcolm graduated high school and left town, she couldn’t forget him, but becoming Doctor Patterson’s live-in nurse in his last year of life was a coincidence. She never expected to be named in the wealthy physician’s will.
Malcolm assumed he’d be disinherited, but even from the after-life, his father continues to turn the knife, using his will to set up an elaborate scheme to taint Malcolm's feelings for the woman who might be his fated mate. To make matters worse, a dangerous shifter-purist movement is brewing among a small segment of the Horse Mountain Clan, and they’re determined to prevent Suki from passing on her genes to a new generation. Will Malcolm be able to work through his past in time to secure his and Suki’s future?
Disclaimer: Saving Suki is a smoking hot romance with graphic, put-you-in-the-moment love scenes. Themes include explicitly sexual situations. If such content might offend you, please do not buy this book.
Saving Suki can be read as a standalone but Horse Mountain Shifters books 1-3, will add to the enjoyment of the experience.

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Excerpt:
“Suki, I’m coming in.” The words to make him halt lingered on the tip of her tongue, but she didn’t make a sound as her door flung open and the tall, broad-shouldered man she’d been dreaming of since she was a kid came rushing through the entrance. “Just what the hell are you doing up here?” His eyes were wide and darkened by his expanded pupils while a rosy hue stained his cheeks. He stared at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Her lips parted and she shook her head. Unintelligible noises filled the air between them but none that expressed her indignation at his question. She swallowed back the lump in her throat. “Me? I haven’t done anything but rest on my bed.”
He eyed her, his tongue absently brushing across his bottom lip as he moved closer, circling her like prey. “You sure?” He sucked air in through his nose before heading straight to her hamper and placing his fingers on the lid. Her jaw dropped and she screamed as she rushed forward to stop him, reaching out and smacking the top. As gravity and momentum closed the hamper, Mal snatched his hand back, and to Suki’s utter horror, her arousal-drenched underwear had been hooked by his thumb.
She snatched her undies out of his hand before he had a chance to examine them more closely. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He lifted his chin and looked down at her, a smirk playing on his lips as he shifted his weight and widened his stance, making his already considerable height and musculature take up more space. “Were you fantasizing?”
The beating of her heart seemed to jump up into her throat as her cheeks burned. She shook her head adamantly. “As if? No way.”
“Bullshit.” Your skin is flushed.” His perfectly straight teeth showed as he grinned. “And those panties—” He lifted his fingers to his nose and sniffed. “Did you touch yourself?”
The fluttering in her stomach and her trembling legs made her indignity harder to sell, but she tried, pointing at her door. “Get out!”
He shrugged, taking a step backward. “You sure? I won’t force you.” He touched his chest before waving his hand toward her and back at himself. “This thing between us—in the air we breathe, muddling our thoughts and taking control of our bodies—it’s primal, thousands of years of survival instinct pushing us to pass on our genes.” He clenched his jaw, creases forming on his forehead. “I can’t fight it, and I won’t try. You want me to leave? Fine, but if I walk out the door, I’ll go straight to my car, leave Horse Mountain, and you will never see me again.”
Suki’s heart dropped and her stomach tensed, her chest heaving as she struggled with how to respond. His intense stare shook her to her core as if his eyes were demanding an answer. She glanced down at the floor. “Don’t go.”

Other Books in the Horse Mountain Shifters Series:
Horse Mountain Heat
Real Cowboys Love Cats
Bridling Lucy

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Sierra Brave is a multi-published author of smoking hot romance. Her love of erotic fiction started in her last year of high school when she read the sensual classic, Fanny Hill. She felt so naughty yet liberated with her copy tucked away in her book bag and hopes her work will have the same delicious effect on her readers.

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Tormented Desires by Poppy Flynn Club Risqué book 7

I’m delighted to welcome Poppy Flynn today, with her book, Tormented Dreams. This is the 7th book in her Club Risqué series.

What will happen when these two connect? Sizzling hot chemistry, that’s what!
– Amazon reviewer Red Rabbit – five stars

Blurb:
Grace Miller has worked hard at her career as a Human Rights lawyer, but with her fortieth birthday looming, she is desperate to settle down and start a family, and she knows she is running out of time. She thought she had found the perfect man when she met sadist, Dr. Xavier Diaz, the ideal foil for her own masochistic tendencies.
Everything between them seems to gel effortlessly, making it look like a match made in heaven...until she finds out that Xavier's own dream is to have a 'remote' 24/7 M/s relationship.
Disclaimer: Tormented Dreams contains fantasies, intended for adults only. Strong stuff but worth it. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual sexual activity.

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Excerpt:
Xavier directed Grace along the corridor to the next theme room, which happened to be the headmaster's study. There, a sub, dressed up in a sexy take of a British schoolgirl uniform, complete with stockings and garter belt, was sobbing and screaming somewhat theatrically as a she got the cane.
"Do you enjoy roleplay?" he asked, noting the anticipatory gleam in her eyes as she followed every movement of the Dom's hand.
"I've never really had the opportunity to try it," she replied distractedly, her gaze still fixed on the implement.
"Is it something you might like to sample?"
Grace furrowed her brow but didn't turn away from the scene, and he thought he detected a small sigh when the cane found its target once again. As the Dom finally moved to provide aftercare, Grace wrenched her eyes away from the floor to ceiling viewing window and gave him her undivided attention.
"I'm not sure," she replied, still frowning in contemplation. "It's not something I feel like I'm missing in my life. I suppose it might be a fun interlude if I wanted something different for a change, but in general, I like my slice of pain served neat and without frills," she told him boldly as they wandered across to the next window.
"A woman after my own heart," Xavier said lightly as they stopped to look inside the suspension room where Master Logan, another of the co-owners, had his wife, Luanna—or Serenity, as she was known at the club—bound in complicated Shibari work. He was in the process of suspending her rather artistically, one of his greatest pleasures.
"You're a sadist?" Grace queried. Had he detected the slightest breathiness in her voice, or was that just wishful thinking?
"Indeed I am. Master X, at your service," he said with a brief, formal bow.
"What about you? Are you an exhibitionist as well?" he enquired, the scenes playing out through the glass walls forgotten. "Or do you prefer privacy?"
"I'm not bothered, either way," she admitted. "I'm only in it for the scene, at the end of the day. It doesn't bother me to be on display, but it's not something I need to be fulfilled. Neither is a club, to be honest. It's just the only way to meet prospective Doms when you're single. I don't trust that kind of thing to internet chat. I need the security of a respected club so that I can meet people who have been vetted, but I'm perfectly happy to scene in private once I'm comfortable that I'm in good hands."
"Very sensible," Xavier agreed approvingly. "I should have asked before; do you use a club name for anonymity?"
They had passed a few more theme rooms, the Sultan's throne room, the wet room, and the French boudoir, and had given each one a little time and contemplation, albeit cursory. But none of them had lit Grace's expression as much as watching the caning.
More about Poppy Flynn
Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the 'self-sufficiency' lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy's love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn't have a television in the house. 
"When you're surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there's a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless."  Poppy x

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Daddy's Game by Felicity Brandon

Hang on to your e-readers! Felicity Brandon has a new book out. Daddy’s Game is the third Dark Daddy story.

Blurb:
He made me his captive.
Demanded I call him Daddy.
He's my magnificent obsession.
I'm trapped. Helpless. Chained.
With no hope of breaking free.
I don't know if I'll get away. Or if I even want to. 
Daddy's games are addictive. 
He's a drug. The more I try to leave, the closer he pulls me.
Wherever I go... Daddy will haunt me.
Forever. 
Disclaimer: Daddy's Game is the third in a dark and suspenseful series from Amazon bestselling author, Felicity Brandon. It is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Some scenes are explicitly sexual, other include spanking adult women, age play, and power exchanges. These scenes are fantasies only and are suitable for discerning readers only. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 
In other words - dark adult content is included - you have been warned.

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Excerpt:
“I guess I can’t keep up, Daddy.”
He inhaled, wrestling the first pink ribbon into a bow in her hair. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Jared admonished himself. He should have never asked the question aloud. He should have never have engaged her that way. It didn’t matter what she meant, what mattered was she did as she was told.
“It means I never know what to do to make you happy.” She sounded exasperated, tugging her head away from his hands, which were still attempting to arrange the ribbon. “Once moment you want to talk to me, the next you want me silent. One minute you’re angry, the next you’re…” She hesitated, her brow knitting.
“I’m what?”
He had to physically suppress the anger which pulsed through his body at her reply. The nerve of the woman—criticizing him when she was the one causing all of the issues. Couldn’t she see by now what he was trying to achieve? A routine that would finally bring them both pleasure—a new life for both of them.
“I don’t know.”
In her reflection, Jared saw emotion flare in her eyes, though he couldn’t say if it was fear, fury, or frustration.
“Tender?” she spat the word out. “Sometimes, it seems as though you love me, and other times like you can’t stand the sight of me!”
Jared paused at that. It was a response he hadn’t been anticipating.
“That’s how it is, baby,” he concurred, pulling at the other side of her hair roughly as he bundled it together for the remaining ribbon. “That’s how you make Daddy feel.”
“So, it’s my fault?” Her eyes widened with disgust. He stared at her for a long moment in the mirror, his fingers pausing the infuriating task at her hair. “I make you feel this way?”
“Of course, it’s you.”
Jared blinked in disbelief. Why was he having this conversation? Why was he even entertaining it? Yet some part of him seemed to need the catharsis—to say what needed to be said, to get it all out there before he came down on her like a ton of bricks again.
“It’s always been you, Sophie.”
He forced the second piece of ribbon into place, discarding the hairbrush onto the bed before assessing his handiwork. Sophie was right about one thing—his hairdressing abilities were seriously lacking, and her hair hung in untidy, wonky pigtails on either side of her head.
“Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you.”
Hadn’t he told her this before?
“The times you messaged me late at night when your useless fucking husband had left you all alone. I replied to you. I returned those messages. Didn’t I?”
Her brown gaze swam with feeling. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Daddy.”
“For you, Sophie.” Their gazes locked in the mirror. “I did that for you.”
Sophie’s brow furrowed, and she looked away until he snaked his hands around her body, his palms massaging her wonderful, exposed tits. Even after nearly two days, he wasn’t used to having her naked all the time. He doubted he’d ever be used to it.
“The plan I created to get to you, to get into your home. Hiring the van, getting my friends on board.” He waited until her eyes flitted back to his before he continued. “All for you, little girl.”
She nibbled her lower lip, her expression conveying the idea she didn’t quite agree with his argument, but that was irrelevant. It appeared Sophie would never agree and would just have to learn to concede instead.
“And this place.” Jared pressed his body against her nudity, his arms tightening around her. “Everything I did to make this an inviting place for you, Sophie. All of the modifications I made. The playpen, the chair in the kitchen, and your room, Sophie—I decorated the whole damn place for you, baby girl.” Emotion spiked in his voice at the memory of the effort.
“All. For. You.” He sighed into her hair. “I yield for no one, yet I turn my whole world upside down for you.”

Rock You Like A Hurricane by Sierra Brave

This week I’m happy to welcome Sierra Brave to my blog again. As part of the Never Ending Blog Tour she brings us her book Rock You Like A Hurricance, part of the Triple Passion Play series.  

Blurb:
Lifelong best friends, Tommy Marks and Ken Davidson know each other so well they’re an unstoppable team able to complement respective strengths while ironing out each other’s weaknesses. Neither man can imagine a life without the other, but they never expected to fall for the same women. College student, Trisha Harper is fascinated by the synergy between Ken and Tommy. She's attracted to both and unable or unwilling to decide which man she likes best.
As the trio prepares to ride out a hurricane together, Tommy and Ken make a gentleman’s agreement promising neither will make a move on Trisha. With the tropical cyclone raging outside and the electricity out, the stakes are high, and their pact might not withstand the eye of the storm. Both men teeter between desire and the fear of rejection and loss, but Trisha has no plans to break up the dynamic duo. For her, it’s all or nothing, and she’s determined to have Tommy and devour Ken too.
Disclaimer: Rock You Like a Hurricane is a male-female-male (MFM), sensuous romance. Themes include explicitly sexual situations. If such content might offend you, please do not buy this book
Although the Triple Passion Play series starts out as MFM in book one, the relationship progresses to MMF in later books.
Previously published by Liquid Silver Books.
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Excerpt
“Hey now! You’re going to mess up my luxurious locks.” Tommy ran a hand through his hair while smirking before he bent forward and snatch the pillow with one hand while gathering her up with his free arm. Trisha squirmed, resisting until Tommy pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Settle down now.” He nuzzled the side of her head.
Her chest tightened and her pussy sent shockwaves through her core. Tommy had hugged her before, but he had never held her close in such an intimate way. His hard chest supported her shoulder while his soft, yummy-smelling hair brushed against her neck and cheek. For some reason, he smelled like Ken tonight. She closed her eyes, breathing in his fragrance. Oh! Her eyes flickered open as his cock stirred beneath. He’s getting hard! Trisha’s breath caught in her throat, and she pursed her lips to repress a smile. As her eyelashes fluttered, she caught the expression on Ken’s face. Shit. He looks as if he’s been punched in the gut. Is he jealous? I can’t have these two fighting.
Scooting back into her seat, Trisha used both hands to shove Tommy away. “Unhand me, you troll!”
“Troll!” Tommy scrunched up his nose and twisted his lips.
“Well, when you make that face.” She pointed and laughed. “I saw a deck of cards over by the snacks. Let’s play poker.”
Tommy grinned and nodded. “Sure, but Ken will wipe the floor with us.”
Trisha shot a look Ken’s way, offering him a smile and a wink before awkwardly looking away while playing with her hair.
Ken stretched in his seat. “As much as I’d love to rake you two over the coals, we don’t have any chips.”
Well, here’s my opening. Hope my voice doesn’t crack. Trisha lifted her face, batting her lashes at him. “Who needs chips when we have clothes?

Q&A with Sierra Brave

What made you decide to re-publish the first book in the Triple Passion Play series?
Sierra: After the unfortunate passing of the owner of the publishing company, my rights to Rock You Like a Hurricane reverted to me. To keep the book available, I had to re-publish.

You made extensive revisions. Why?
Sierra: The characters in the Triple Passion Play series are some of my favorites which is probably why I wrote four books featuring them. The first book was published in 2016. When I was ready to re-publish, I took a fresh look at the story. Rock You Like a Hurricane was still a fun, sexy read, but in the past four years, I’ve learned a lot, and my writing style has changed. The voice no longer sounded like my own so I edited until the characters and story felt like they belonged to me again.

Were there any major changes in the plot?
Sierra: No. The bones and the heart of the story are the same. The timeframe covers less than forty-eight hours—Rock You Like a Hurricane is all about the catalyst for the deeper relationship developing between Ken, Tommy, and Trisha in the next three books.

Is Rock You Like a Hurricane a historical romance?
Sierra: Not really. I call it a retro erotic romance. I wrote book four, Triple Naughty Christmas, first before any of what became the first three books. My intended had been to write a stand-alone holiday romance about a seasoned poly relationship. Once my middle-aged trio began to come to life on the pages, I felt like a lot more of the story of Trisha, Tommy, and Ken deserved to be told. The beginning seemed like a great place to start. Book one is set in 1996 when the three MCs are still in college.

Why does Rock You Like a Hurricane feature so much world-building?
Sierra: I wanted to convey a sense of nostalgia for the mid-to-late 90s, but I spent a lot of energy setting the scene for a much larger reason. In order for older readers to be able to relate to the main characters, I needed them to feel as if they were stepping into the college coed/new adult mind frame. Tommy, Trisha, and Ken behave differently in book one than they do in book four because they’re not nearly as mature or confident yet. Navigating the early days of adulthood is a challenging time often filled with impulsive decisions and mixed-emotions of anxiety and excitement. I wanted my mature readers to remember those heart-pounding, fly-by-the-seat of your pants, but in some ways, much simpler days

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More Books by Sierra Brave, in the Triple Passion Play series

The Power of Three
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Baby Makes Four
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Triple Naughty Christmas
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Submitting to the Doctor by BJ Wane

At a time when the world is a confusing place, BJ Wane brings us a lovely escape. Her latest book Submitting to the Doctor, (Cowboy Doms book 7) is being released this week. It’s available for preorder!

He wanted nothing to do with her but couldn't turn away from the sorrow reflected in her dark eyes.

Blurb:
Following the death of her twin sister and the abuse of her sadistic ex-boyfriend, Lillian Gaines drove away from her home to flee her heart-wrenching grief. Exhausted, numb from sorrow, she drives into a snowstorm and ends up stranded on a Montana back road.
The last thing Doctor Mitchell Hoffstetter wanted was to put up a stranded motorist at his cabin, but seeing the bruises marring Lillian’s face stifles his irritation. He couldn’t help offering comfort when her grief kept her awake, and for all her sass and independence, she succumbed to his commands and touch without pause. They went their separate ways the next day unable to forget that one hour.
Mitchell soon discovers Lillian is living in the motel in town. He offers his garage apartment which leads to another opportunity to show she wasn’t as opposed to his dominance as she claimed. Lillian discovers a side of her she couldn’t control whenever Mitchell leveled one of those potent gazes her way and showed her ways of pleasure she never imagined she would embrace.
It takes a threat to Lillian’s life for Mitchell to admit his sassy, independent tenant and lover had found a way through his grief to his heart, but had they both waited too long to express their feelings or would he and their friends ride to her rescue in time for them to start over together?
This is book seven in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed independently.
Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, sensual scenes, adult themes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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Excerpt:
Lillian couldn’t help it, the desire to spend time with Mitchell outweighed her determination to forget him following his desertion as her doctor. When all she could think about was her reaction every time he leveled that focused gaze on her after Nan invited her to visit their club, she decided to give in to his offer and work towards getting him out of her system. It wouldn’t do for her to leave in a week or two and still have these mind-consuming, libido stirring thoughts about a man she wouldn’t see again.
Once they hit the highway, they limited their conversation to the evening until they reached Willow Springs and then he surprised her with his abrupt change of subject. “Are you considering visiting The Barn tomorrow night?”
His deep tone washed through her with its usual warmth, another reason she needed to do whatever was necessary to end this odd infatuation. “You heard that, huh?”
“Yes. And given your constant gripes about bossy men, I’m wondering why you would consider it.”
She sent him a teasing grin as he turned on his street. “How do you know it’s not just your high-handedness I’ve complained about?”
“Is it?” he returned with cool insistence.
Sighing, she admitted, “No. It’s not my thing, but I am curious.”
Pulling into the drive, he swung toward her as he cut the engine. “I didn’t prove you wrong about that last week?”
He would have to remind her of that. She wouldn’t deny what had been so obvious, but neither would she admit that meant she would enjoy a regular dose of his kinks. Instead, she planted another seed by saying, “Who knows? Maybe I’ll discover I get off on voyeurism. Goodnight, Doc. Thanks for the lift.”
Lillian’s hopes of getting away with having the last word were dashed when she’d no sooner gotten out of the vehicle and he was there, pinning her against the door with his towering, ripped body pressed against hers. She went hot, her heart rate tripping even as irritation over his domination rippled under her skin.
Before she could tell him to back off, he bent his head and nipped at her chin and then took her lower lip between his teeth and bit. The sharp sting ricocheted straight down to her pussy in an undeniable heated gush. Swallowing back a moan, she gripped his biceps and demanded in a hoarse voice, “What are you playing at, Mitchell?”
“Not playing, proving a point.” Gripping her shoulders, he spun her around and placed her hands on the hood of the SUV.
“I don’t care for your caveman tactics,” she stated, proud of her scornful, rigid tone despite her quivering muscles as he worked his hands inside her coat.
“So you say,” he returned with the same arrogance lacing his voice. “But your body says otherwise whenever I put my hands on you. Wonder why that is?”
Gripping her nipples, he plucked at the tender buds, and even through her sweater and bra, his pinch and rotation was strong enough to elicit another body quaking response. She wouldn’t fight it, or deny it, couldn’t if she wanted to get over it and move on
“Lust is easy to explain,” she answered on a deeply indrawn breath.
“Now, there I can agree with you.” Mitchell released her nipples and moved back as fast as he’d commanded her senses.

BJ Wane in her own words:
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, Oscar, a lovable Goldendoodle.  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 prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first books were 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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Dark Melodies, book 1 in The Black Combe Dom series by Ashe Barker

Hang onto your hats! Ashe Barker has a new series out. Dark Melodies is super-length book 1 (over 600 pages!)  in The Black Combe Doms series.
Blurb
Who knows where pain ends, and pleasure begins?
The chance of a new life out in the wilds of the Yorkshire moors sounds too good to be true to shy musician Eva Byrne. Stifled and smothered within the cocoon of her brilliant academic career, Eva yearns for something different. Something real and exciting. Something she can feel
Excitement. Passion. Pleasure. She finds that sexy, enigmatic Nathan Darke can provide all these and more when she moves into his home as violin tutor to his young daughter. But Eva’s sensual encounters with her demanding, domineering new employer quickly evoke her deepest fears, as he introduces her to the trauma of submission and marks her with his particularly dark brand of love.
But will Eva’s natural curiosity and thirst for new experiences be enough to withstand the sting of Nathan Darke’s exquisite touch? Will simple surrender be enough as he challenges her every inhibition, taking her on an erotic journey of self-discovery and liberation?
Disclaimers:
Dark Melodies is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include power exchanges, spanking adult women, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 
Dark Melodies was previously released as three separate books, Darkening, Darker and Darkest, in the series The Dark Side. In this volume the three books in The Dark Side trilogy are published as one combined novel, under a new title, Dark Melodies with new cover art, no cliffhangers and a HEA.

Buy Link: mybook.to/DarkMelodies
Available in paperback or read for free with Kindle Unlimited.

Excerpt:
Slipping his hand out of my bra, he pulls me to my feet and quickly turns me to face the table. His hand in the small of my back, he pushes me face down across the hardwood surface, sliding the iPad and my coffee cup to one side.
I start in surprise as he lifts the hem of my dress—surely he just said…
Then I moan out loud as he again slips his hand into my clothing, this time down the back of my lovely red lacy briefs, down the hollow between my buttocks, slowing slightly to circle my anus with one gentle fingertip. I stiffen, waiting…
“So sweet and tight. We’ll come back to this,” he murmurs softly, leaning close to kiss my neck before continuing on between the wet, swollen lips of my pussy. He slips one finger inside my moist entrance, working gently in and out, circling the outer lips, spreading my juices all around. I moan faintly, lifting my bum up in welcome. He slides a second finger inside, whilst with his other hand he attacks from the front to take my swollen clitoris between his thumb and finger, gently rubbing.
The combined pleasure is so intense, so sudden, it overwhelms me, and I come immediately. I scream, unable to contain any of the fabulous sensation of internal fragmentation now shooting out through my outstretched fingers—white-knuckled, still gripping the edge of the table—and my toes, still encased in my lovely, red fuck-me shoes. I whimper, almost in frustration that my climax has hit me before I even saw it coming.
“I’m not finished with you yet. Stay there.”
More? How wonderful.
His voice is low, seductive and commanding. I stay still. Waiting. He straightens, steps away from me, goes over to his desk. He returns a moment later, gently pulling my underwear down to my ankles. “Step out.” His command is clear. I obey.
“You have a beautiful bottom, Miss Byrne,” he observes, trailing his fingertips lightly down the furrow between my buttocks, then tracing the line of each lower curve before bringing something down on me—hard, sharp, fierce. I scream out loud, with shock more than pain, though the sting is real enough. Instinctively I start to stand up, but his hand goes to the small of my back, pressing me back down.
“We agreed on five strokes for every frown. I counted at least four frowns since we came into this room, and that’s me being generous, Miss Byrne. So that’s twenty strokes. Agreed?”
I don’t answer, still reeling from the sudden assault. He strikes me again, and I scream again, louder. “Agreed, Miss Byrne?”
“Yes, yes. Please don’t…”
“Eighteen to go, then. Grit your teeth, Miss Byrne.”
I do, flinching with every blow, my fingers curled desperately around the opposite edge of the table. Counting slowly. He takes his time, waiting between each blow for me to settle again, to be ready. After ten strokes he stops, places a ruler beside my face on the table, and steps away again. I know not to move. He comes back after a few moments and I feel something cool, soothing, being smoothed into my red-hot and extremely sore buttocks. He gently massages me, kneading my tender skin where his ruler has done its work.
“You’re new to this, Miss Byrne, so I’m really being very gentle with you. Next time it will be harder.” He taps my buttock lightly with his palm. “Relax—we’ll soon be done.” He stands, picks up the ruler again. “Are you ready to continue, Miss Byrne?”
I know he will demand an answer, so I whisper my consent, and he starts again. The next ten blows are excruciating. He alternates between bringing his ruler down hard on first one side of my bottom, then the other, always hitting the same spot on each cheek and now not even waiting for me to collect myself between blows. Each new blow builds on the sting left by the one before it. I lie there in my world of pain, biting my lip to keep from sobbing, waiting for him to finish.
After the twentieth stroke he straightens, stands still behind me. I can imagine his eyes on my abused bottom, and just hope he’s satisfied. I know better than to say as much, though, and I wait, desperate for him to give me permission to get up. I lie there, frozen with dread at what might be coming next.
“Open your legs, Eva.”

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Getting to know the amazing Ashe Barker
USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.
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Cassie's Space by P.K. Corey

Today we’re looking at a blast from the past, PK Corey’s book, Cassie’s Space. If you like your romance sweet and spicy and haven’t read the Cassie series yet, There is no better time than right now to start this series! I love these books.

What he doesn’t know won’t hurt me.

Blurb:
Meet Cassie, a former wild child, who meets her match, and creates the match of a lifetime. To nearly all who know her now, Cassie is a vivacious, sweet southern lady, who is the epitome of grace and proper behavior. Look a tiny bit closer and you’ll see that Cassie has another side – the one whose language could make a sailor blush as she drinks him under the table.
Thanks to her loving husband Tom, who even after thirty years of marriage, never hesitates to put Cassie over his knee when she strays too far from his view of ladylike behavior, few people other than close old friends know this side of Cassie exists.
Cassie and Tom show that love and passion are not the sole property of the young. Love and passion grows and changes with age. While aging may bring on challenges – the love and passion between these two people only grows stronger.
Disclaimer: Cassie’s Space is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
I went ballistic. I would not allow this to happen. I tried to throw myself off his lap. Flailing my arm back and kicking, I tried to escape his grip. But it didn’t work. Tom grabbed my free hand and held it tightly as he put his leg over mine. I felt as trussed up as a Christmas turkey as he held me firmly over his lap. Through all this struggling the spanking never slowed. I couldn’t believe how badly it hurt.
I finally realized he was talking to me the whole time. I didn’t catch it all, but I got the gist, ‘inappropriate’ language. “You’re not going to use that language around me, or anyone else. You’re a lady. You’re not going to talk like a streetwalker.”
If he thought he had heard cussing before, what I cut loose with then, did not compare to what he’d heard me say before. But, the more I cussed, the harder he spanked. I didn’t think I could take much more. No one had ever spanked me before and the pain shocked me. I couldn’t catch my breath. Something had to give. I would not allow myself to beg him to stop. But I finally had to shut my mouth and grit my teeth to keep from crying. I refused to allow him the satisfaction of feeling he had ‘humbled’ me.
When he finally stopped, I still shook with rage and jerked to get away. Tom began rubbing my bottom gently, with the hand he had just used to burn me up. “Are you okay?” he asked gently.
Of course I was not okay, he’d just spanked me. But I had heard genuine compassion in his voice and that only served to confuse me further. Tom helped me to my feet and held me firmly at arm’s length.
“Look at me,” he said quietly. I glared at him, letting my fury show clearly.
He looked at me steadily with those incredible blue eyes. The look on his face bewildered me. In his face, I saw understanding, concern and caring. His look mesmerized me.  Very quietly, he asked me a question that changed my life.
“Cassie, has no one ever cared for you enough to make you behave yourself?”

PK Corey in her own words
After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service.
I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.
My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My Cal’s Law series, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.
I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers.

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Taunted by Felicity Brandon

The delightfully wicked Felicity Brandon is here today with her new book Taunted, the Dark Necessities, Dalton’s Tale – book two.
Blurb:  
She showed me the light when she came into my life.
And reminded me just how dark love can be.
I saved Delilah from Morley and Hyland.
It was a pleasure.
That should’ve been the end of it.
I didn’t expect things to get this intense.
I didn’t think our passion could grow so dark, but there isn’t anything I want more than to own her.
I need her soul to be mine.
But we have a new threat looming over us.
Hyland wants revenge and men like him will do anything.
We need to play this carefully.
Or else…
Disclaimer: Taunted is entirely a work of fiction. The author does not condone, nor endorse any of the acts in this book. In other words, it’s dark, sexy, and more than a litte kinky. Tough stuff but worth it.

Universal Buy link: mybook.to/Taunted

Excerpt:
“Delilah, can I be honest with you?”
Slowly, painfully, she forced her eyes to open. “Yes,” she breathed.
And in her heart, that was what Delilah wanted. Her whole life had been built on a foundation of shit—years of deceit and duplicity growing until it had become its own living, breathing foe. What she needed more than anything now was Dalton’s honesty—however brutal it was.
“I know the things that keep you awake at night.”
Her breath caught in her throat, and in that moment, the room seemed to empty of oxygen. Delilah couldn’t take another breath. All there was in the world were Dalton’s insistent blue gaze and his hot vibrating voice.
“I know the images that flutter behind your lids when they slide closed, the dark flashes you envision when you’re horny.”
“Dalton, please.” For all the stripping and fucking, Delilah had never been more exposed and vulnerable than this.
He leaned forward, brushing his lips over her cheek. “It’s okay, Delilah. It’s just like before—I won’t judge you—and do you know the most peculiar thing about it?”
She shook her head with wide eyes, trying not to think about those dark things Dalton referred to, but it was impossible. In that electrifying moment, those fantasies seemed more real than ever, and Delilah could picture herself collared and leashed with one of those awful tails jutting out from her backside. She panted as the image grew, the periphery widening to include the thing that terrified and compelled her in equal measure—the cage.
The cage had been coming to Delilah for weeks now. Every time she surrendered to Dalton’s will. Each time she stripped for him, gagged around him, or was spanked by him, in her mind’s eye she imagined him forcing her inside the metal construct and locking her in—leaving her there. She’d tried her best to dismiss the thought. Being disciplined was one thing, but being caged—what sort of a woman fantasized about that? Who could want that? Yet there was no getting away from it, and the desire persisted, burgeoning into something she needed to hang on to whenever pleasure loomed. Even by her own low standards, it was something Delilah couldn’t reconcile.
She shouldn’t want this. It was as simple as that.
“I’ve been having the same thoughts.”
His words were jagged, slicing through her shameful internal monologue.
“What?” Delilah was certain she hadn’t heard Dalton correctly.
“You did hear me.” His tone was soft and goading. “I’ve been thinking about those things, too.”
Delilah shook her head again, as though she wanted to clear it of the sordid thoughts altogether. “What have you been thinking about?”
Dalton leaned closer. Now only an inch or so separated them. “Doing those things to you. Buckling a collar around your pretty little neck and then pulling you around on my leash.”
Delilah was sure her heart stopped beating at that.
“Burying the butt plug of my choice into your delicious fucking backside and making you wear a tail for me.”
Oh God. The fortress she’d erected for all those years had been invaded, and Dalton was stampeding through it.
“You like that idea, don’t you, beautiful?” Dalton’s breath washed over, yet still Delilah couldn’t form the words to respond. “You like the idea of becoming my animal.”
“Fuck.” Had she just said that loud?
“You like the supplication of it, the humiliation of being made to behave that way?” Dalton continued. He seemed all the more powerful now—calmer than the man barking orders at her earlier, but every inch as demanding. “Don’t you?”
The question lingered in the air between them.
“Y-yes.” Somehow, she forced the word out.
Delilah was desperately trying to ignore the insistent throbbing of her clitoris, but its plea was getting hard to ignore. Especially when Dalton said those things.
“Yes, what?” His tone was clipped and she tensed at her own error.
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me.” Dalton pressed his temple against hers. “Tell me what you want, Delle.”
But I can’t! Her mental plea was immediate. I can’t do that!
“Tell. Me.”
She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. “I want those things, too.” Delilah swallowed, knowing already that those words would be insufficient. “I want to be collared and leashed, sir.”
Fuck, had she really just said that?
“And the cage, Delilah?”
She pulled away from him on reflex, her eyes wide.
“You want the cage, too, don’t you?”
A hot, mortified blush crawled over her face and Delilah wanted to scratch it away. Why was she so revealed to this man, her body responding to him as though he already owned it, and her mind, apparently, even more susceptible?
“Delilah.” Dalton’s tone was almost taunting. “Tell me you want it. Admit what you need and I promise, I’ll give everything you’ve ever wanted.”
Oh fuck. That was it. There was no going back now.
No way she could refuse him.
Not with those eyes, that voice, that promise…
Delilah exhaled, knowing that what came next would change everything. “Yes, sir.” She forced her gaze to meet his once more. “I want you to cage me.”

Mistletoe in the City by Amber Daulton

There is a brand new author on the Never Ending Book Tour this week! Please welcome Amber Daulton who brings us her book, Mistletoe in the City, book 3 in the Handmade for Christmas series.
Krista treated herself to a bad boy for Christmas, but will the heat between her and Derek last well into the New Year?

Blurb:
Krista Hartley never expected the unrequited love of her life, the irresistible Derek Weston, to work as the groundskeeper at the apartment building she just moved into. They barely spoke in high school but now, three years after graduation, they tore at each other’s clothes and jumped into bed together at every opportunity. After all, how could a hot-blooded woman say no to a sexy man with an eyebrow ring, a dragon tattoo and a deadly swagger?
A Christmas miracle drew Krista back into Derek’s life. He kissed her for the first time under mistletoe, pampered her with romantic candlelight dinners and memorized every inch of her delectable body with his tongue. He refused to let his dream girl slip through his fingers again but then another woman threatened their whirlwind romance. Hurt once before, Krista broke off their relationship and then Derek made a drunken mistake that could destroy their love forever. With just days to Christmas, he vowed to win back her heart and trust, and prove his innocence once and for all.
Disclaimer: This book is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include explicitly sexual situations. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

Buy link: Amazon

Excerpt:
Derek’s frown deepened. “I don’t mean to sound like a dick, but why are you so insecure? You’re a beautiful woman. Don’t you know that? Didn’t that idiot Clint tell you so every day?”
Tears welled in her eyes. No, he didn’t. Krista used all her willpower to not brush her hands across her face.
He gently grasped her chin. The sincerity in his smile and in the depths of his gorgeous ocean-blue eyes nearly unraveled the tight control she held over her emotions. “You could never disappoint me.” His fingers tightened on her chin as he lowered his mouth to hers. A sigh of relief left her lungs and then Derek moaned as though he’d swallowed her breath of air. She whimpered as he pulled back and retreated to the edge of the bed. He kicked off his boots and socks, jerked off his sweater and the thick muscles in his back and shoulders bulged with his quick movements.
Her eyes widened as he stood and turned around to face her. “Oh my God.”
Derek paused as he unbuckled his belt and arched his sexy pierced eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re disappointed.”
Krista shook her head. “God, no. Have you seen yourself? You’re definitely bigger than I remember. No doubt about it.” She crawled higher up the bed and fluffed a few pillows as an all-male grin spread across his whiskered face. “The tattoo is a surprise, though.”
He glanced down at the colorful dragon tattoo that curled around his left bicep. “I plan to get full sleeves eventually but tats are expensive.” He flexed his arm and the dragon doubled in size. “I’ve also thought about piercing my nipples.”
Her gaze dropped to his chest. “Go for it. You’re only young once.” She licked her lips. “What you already have is hot, but I’m sure more would make you ever hotter.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’m happy you like it.” He stripped away his jeans and boxers and then gripped his thick penis in his palm. “Do you like this?”
She nodded, her words lodged in her throat. He grabbed his jeans, withdrew a condom from his wallet and ripped open the crinkly package with his teeth. She watched carefully, almost in awe, as he fit the latex snug over his shaft. Not innocent by a long shot, but not experienced either, Krista struggled to breathe as he pumped his cock and stared at her with downcast eyes. Derek returned to the bed, trailed his hand slowly up her leg and stroked the dark hair that protected her labia. She spread her knees and her eyes fluttered as he teased her clit with his fingers. She stretched her arms above her head to grasp the metal headboard and then arched her back as he dipped his face down to tongue her labia.

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More about Amber Daulton
Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats.
Amber lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats.
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Getting to know Amber Daulton
Q: How did you become a writer?
A: I read my first romance book when I was 12 after I snuck a Harlequin paperback out of my mom’s bedroom. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I wanted to create my own story about two people having an adventure and falling in love. I wrote with pencil in a spiral-bound notebook and finished that 200-plus page story in about six months.
I published my first book when I was 26, and now I have eleven published books under my belt. Ten or more manuscripts, however, are on my computer waiting to see the light of day.
Q: Do you have any advice for other writers?
A: Don’t put excessive demands, deadlines, and restrictions on yourself. Writing is difficult enough, and it’s only half of the work. I’m a plotter, not a panster, so I always recommend you plot out as much of the story as you can before you actually start writing it. By doing that, it’s easier to see plot holes, and you can avoid writing yourself into a corner later.
Handling rejections and bad reviews with finesse is a must, taking care of marketing and publicity demands is a handful but a requirement, and writing your next book while dealing with everything else is cause to bring out the vodka. But ‘tis the life of an author. You gotta love it, and I do with all my heart.
Just keep trying even when you’re feeling bad about yourself and the quality of your work. No one is perfect. Don’t rush a project; give it the love and attention it needs to be the best it can be. Both you as the writer, the book itself, and the readers deserve it.
Q: What was the hardest part of writing your book?
A: For every book I write, the hardest thing is deciding on character names. Now, that might not sound like a big deal, but the names have to fit with the characters I see in my mind perfectly. I feel stumped and lose my creativity if I assign a name to someone that just doesn’t feel right. I usually choose the names based on their personality, physical characteristics, family dynamics/heritage, the time period of the novel, or just what I find sexy! I sometimes spend hours, if not days, just scouring through baby name books and websites for the best names.
Q: What are your current projects?
A: The second installment in the Arresting Onyx series should hopefully be out in late 2020. Arresting Jeremiah follows hardnosed parole officer Jim Borden and his obsession Calista Barlow as they stick their noses where they don’t belong and fall deep into the trouble with the criminal organization known as Onyx.
I’m currently revising book three, Arresting Benjamin, which should hopefully be released in 2021 or later.
This sexy, dirty-talking romantic suspense series spans five books with a standalone HEA for each rough-and-tumble hero and their spunky heroines. The first book, Arresting Mason, is already published.