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Guest Author: Edlyn Reynolds + A Gift Card Giveaway

Welcome author Edlyn Reynolds with her new book Ares!Edlyn Banner

Edlyn ReynoldsA trip of a lifetime, a journey to save herself led Ava to Greece. While looking through the ancient ruins there she realized a truth that so few truly grasp… That sometimes History isn’t always right, and what’s more, sometimes Myths are far more than just that. In possession of a Book that could end a Gods life she sees things that no other human could. She sees them. And of course being her, pisses one of them off.

The God of War. He’s not a warm and fuzzy kind of guy. He’s a God with an attitude, but worse, he’s a God that’s got zero sense of humor. Seeing Ava he is instantly fascinated by her, and pissed off beyond all reason the moment she opens her mouth. Too damn bad that mouth is so kissable.

Barely keeping himself from spanking Ava he leaves the young mortal to her own devices. Until a party. Dionysus is known for his lavish and over the top parties, as well as for forcing his brethren to attend and mingle with the mortals. Wouldn’t be such a bad gig, if Dion hadn’t invited the only mortal to make Ares blood heat.

Sparks fly but soon the God of War finds himself opening up to this little beauty an wanting more. That is until that Book was opened.

Now everything is in jeopardy. Will Ava get her happily ever after or will the God of War be a casualty in a War that he didn’t control?

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Name:  Ares

Age:  Too old to bother counting

Job:  God of War

Interests:  Mayhem, war, danger, travel and my woman Ava

Describe yourself:  Tall, dark and dangerous. I take no shit, accept nothing at face value and am always watching for the knife coming at me from behind. I trust no one. Well, that was true until I met her. Ava, my Ava I trust with all I am and who I may come to be.

Pet Peeves:  Insolent humans and pink shirts. A real man doesn’t wear pink no matter how secure he is in his masculinity; it’s not a powerful color. Black, black is a damn fine color.

A little Q&A with the God of War

May I call you Ares?


Ares, is there anything you can tell me that no other knows?

I prefer red wine with a meal even if it is chicken or pork. White, while it has its purposes, isn’t as soothing to the soul as its darker, richer counterpart.

How did you first meet Ava?

She was taking a tour of some of the temples in Athens when I first saw her. We started to talk and then she insulted me so I left.

Uh, oh my. Well… I’m guessing the two of you reconciled since you’re both sitting here, how did that happen?

Thanks to my brother Dionysus. You may know of him, he’s a good guy. He was having a big party for the grand opening of one of his new hotels and arranged for Ava to be there. He’d invited me and, since he’s one of my few relatives I can stand for more than two seconds at a go, I agreed to come. I’ve never once regretted that decision.

Well, congratulations to you both. Any advice you can give to those looking for love?

Don’t be an idiot. If there is someone in your life who is important say so. Don’t wait for a better moment, seize it and step up or you will regret it for the rest of time.

Excellent advice, thank you.


Name:  Ava Von Maur

Age:  28

Job:  Currently between paying gigs

Interests:  Art, history and the amusing tidbits we mere mortals think we know about the Gods of Olympus

Describe yourself:  I always thought I was tall until I met Ares, but he makes me feel practically dainty. Dark hair, greenish eyes and my best feature would have to be my skin. It tans perfectly every summer and I got lucky, no blemishes. I’ve been told I’m sarcastic but I see it as just being witty and those of lesser intelligence sadly just can appreciate it.

Pet Peeves:  Candy packages that are too damn small. Really, you have to charge us an arm and a leg and then you only give us that miniscule amount, highway robbery!

A little Q&A with Ava

Anything you can share with us about Ares?

He’s a big old softie. He hates it when I say it but it’s true, at least for me. The rest of the beings in the universe aren’t so lucky to see it but I adore the fact I get to have something no one else has.

Favorite date you and he went on?

Oh, that’s a tough one. There have been a couple that have been so special. But I think the last one was pretty darn good and right near the top of the list. He took me to France and we went to this little place, off the beaten track where we had some of the best food ever. A little band was playing, soft and sweet music and he danced with me. He doesn’t do it often but every time he does its magical. The dancing I mean.

I would never have taken him for a dancer, nice tidbit to share.

He’s very light on his feet; he claims it’s from all those years of battle which I completely believe.

You said he’s light on his feet, has he ever come up behind you and scared the crap out of you?

More times than you know. It’s very irritating but he is trying to remember to make some sound, for me, even though it goes against all his instincts. How can I not love the big guy when he goes out of his way like that!


Word association game – Ares & Ava

All right, the rules are simple. I’ll give you both a word and I want each of you to say the first thing that comes to mind. Here we go…


Ava:  Romantic dinner

Ares:  Pillaging and looting


Ava:  My Ares

Ares:  Ava of course, and an instant kill shot

(Ava:  Well at least I came first.  Ares:  You always come first.)


Ava:  Any date with Ares

Ares:  A sunset, Ava and a blanket anywhere in the world

We will be back as soon as these two stop making kissy faces and cooing at one another… while you’re waiting click on one of the buy links for Ares, and get your copy!

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And we’re back. Thank you both so much for coming in for this, it was greatly appreciated. Any last words you’d like to share with our readers?

Ava:  You never know what is around the next corner, but always be ready for it might just be the perfect man to complete your life and make each day special and amazing.

Ares:  Keep your blades sharp, your guns oiled and always trust your gut. The instincts will always guide you best, whether in dangerous situations or in times of romance which can be equally dangerous actually.

Ava:  That isn’t true.

Ares:  Sure it is, I told you about what happened with Dion that one time right?

Ava:  Oh…right. Well, that was an isolated incident.

Ares:  Hardly

WOW! What a couple! Edlyn has been kind enough to offer up a $10 Gift (iTunes, Amazon or Bookstrand) as a prize to one random commenter, so leave your thoughts and your email!

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Welcome Guest Author: Willow Brooke!

Hey everyone! I know the 23rd is my regularly scheduled date to drive you mad with my creative meanderings, but today I’ve got a treat for you! A friend of mine is launching her publishing career with JK Publishing, so I wanted to share her with all of you! Without further ado, let me turn you over to Willow Brooke so that she can tell you how she ended up writing Rush Against Time…

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Hi 69 Shades readers!

When I began the Twisted Fate series, I had no intention of it going in the direction it ended up.  My ideas of creating a shifter/vampire series with a few other magical elements was soon overtaken by my muse, and ghosts and a few more darker elements were thrown into the mix.  I am usually a poonie when it comes to thriller type movies and books, which made adding more scary features a surprise!

The second book is going to incorporate a variety of paranormal and magical beings, without running away and going too far into left field.  I want to keep the characters and the setting somewhat grounded enough to allow the reader to say, “What if this really happened?”  There is nothing better than being able to fall into a world that leaves you wondering and day dreaming about the possibilities of fiction becoming facts.  Our world is full of unexplainable things, so why not make them fun?

From a fight between good and evil, there is always a grey area that is crossed into to no prevail.  Stepping too far into the dark can be catastrophic, but knowing how far to go is sometimes impossible.  Join me on a journey of heart stopping action, twitterpating love, burning desire, and an emotional ride that will keep you entertained until the last page!

Buy it on all of the major ebook retailers now!


Willow BrookeJessa Meadows is an average girl, living the average life…of a wolf shifter.  Following traditions is expected, and something she can’t bring herself to do.  Her first heat slams her into a hormonal, irrational P.M.S. hell that she fights with all of her might.  She refuses to give her virginity to the first mutt that comes along, however wrong or unheard of it is in the shifter society.  Jessa wants her first time to be special with the man she is fated to spend the rest of her life with.  The idea of falling on her back for the first horn dog that comes along makes her stomach turn.

The wolves come in herds, giving every corny and rude pickup line invented.  Fighting off the suitors and her agitated wolf proves to be more complicated than she had originally anticipated, until illness sets in and leaves her at her horny mutt’s mercy.

Logan Runningwolf has grown up with Jessa since birth.  When every man within sniffing distance overeagerly offers their services in every humorous and pathetic way possible, he moves in to chase them off and claim the girl who has held his heart since childhood.  When a single kiss awakens destiny, he vows to protect and claim his mate.

Damion Shaddow is a highly trained warrior and Beta of the wolf clan.  At the age of 29, he is a brick wall of pure muscle power and dominance.  Life has become a monotonous hell that has left a loneliness the normal, shallow quick fixes can’t fill.  He is in a rut, and needs to change something, fast.

When he catches sight of the sexy little minx stretched half-naked on the couch, his wolf lunges at his guards.  Confusion and anger well up in him at the realization the curvaceous beauty is Jessa, a silly shifter girl who used to tease and play jokes.  Desire spikes in ways he has never felt….

Gavin Blackard has waited centuries to find the one woman the universe has picked to stand by his eternal side.  When he finds Jessa in her dreams, his search is over.  He sees her growing more ill every day, and knows time is running out.

Before he can save her from the heat, his sister threatens the lives of hundreds and the balance of the universe.  He has to stop her before it’s too late, and save his one and only true love in a rush against time…..

Three chosen mates, one demonic premonition….  Can fate prevail and save the world?

Warning: MFMM

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**Note from Lori: If you’re looking for the winner of my giveaway for Dreams of the Wolf check the comments on the post dated 8-16-13!***



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Welcome Guest Bloggers Liv Honeywell and Domitri Xavier

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“Trust is the glue of life. It’s the most essential ingredient in effective communication. It’s the foundational principle that holds all relationships.”
― Stephen R. Covey

In our book, The Journal, the central theme is trust. Despite knowing she is absolutely forbidden to do it, the slave looks in her Master’s private journal. She does it for the best of intentions but she still knows it is wrong. Her Master is, understandably, hurt, angry and disappointed in her. He feels that she has broken his trust, both by reading his journal and by not telling him that she has done it, and she is duly punished for what she has done.

In a vanilla relationship, you have to have trust, of course – that your partner won’t cheat on you; that you can rely on them to be there for you; that they won’t empty the bank account and disappear, etc. In an M/s relationship you need all of that plus a whole lot more!

Domitri was unequivocal about this: “If you can’t trust the sub, you have no business being in a relationship with her,” he said, “though of course it does cut both ways. The sub really needs to be able to trust their dominant as well, whether Top, Dom or Master, though I think particularly so in a Master/slave relationship.”

He went on to say that in an M/s relationship the partners are not equal. This brings a great responsibility to the Master. He must know his slave so well that he knows how to push her to her very limit but not push her beyond her capabilities. It is such an intimate knowledge that the Master has of the sub, and it must be established over many months and years.

He thinks that what it is so important to understand in an M/s relationship (and so few people outside the BDSM world do) is that the Master is in complete control of his slave 24/7. He can summon her at any time and she has no right to complain or suggest that they might do things another way. The slave must do nothing, other than obey.

As an example, if the slave is at a friend’s house for a chat or even having lunch in public she may receive a text saying, “Excuse yourself and go to the ladies room.” Instantly, but of course politely, she must follow that command. What Master wants or demands must take precedence over everyone and everything else. No ifs or buts, what the Master says is law. And a good slave will know this.

He also said that a good Master will need to recognise that impeccable behaviour in public is paramount and an instruction from him should be carried out with courtesy to her friends or to the general public. She is his slave. At all times she is representing him and any failure in good manners would inevitably reflect on him… He thinks that the letters ‘WWMW’ should practically be stencilled on the inside of the sub’s eyelids, as constantly on her mind should be ‘What Would Master Want?’

As a Master, you have to trust that even when your slave is out of sight she will do what you have told her to do, that rules set up in your relationship are adhered to even when you can’t see her to check. You must be able trust that she will behave appropriately and obey you when you aren’t present just as much as she would if you were standing over her.

Trust isn’t only for the Master, of course. The sub has to trust her Master to know her completely and accept her fully. She has to trust that, having that level of knowledge of her, whatever he asks of her will be within the bounds of reason and good sense; and that she can trust him to push but not break her limits.

So do you think you could cope with being in a 24/7 Master/slave relationship? Could you handle that much responsibility as a Master? Could you give yourself so completely as a slave?

It’s a question I’ve asked myself often, particularly with all the writing we’ve done for The Journal and with starting Shreds, the next in the series recently. I’ve never been in an M/s relationship and it has been, and still is, a challenge to write from the slave’s point of view. I’ve had to really explore how I would react to the situations in both stories – how I would feel, what I would think. There’s no doubt at all that I am intrigued by and drawn to this lifestyle though. I suspect Domitri knew that before I did.

One thing I don’t have to question is the level of trust needed to have a relationship like that. Both Domitri and I agree – trust must be absolute in an M/s relationship for it to work.

“A friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think aloud. I am arrived at last in the presence of a man so real…, that I may drop even those undermost garments of dissimulation, courtesy, and second thought, which men never put off, and may deal with him with the simplicity and wholeness with which one chemical atom meets another.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays: First Series

How much more so for a sub and her Master?

“Come to my study at eight o’clock sharp. Dress for dinner. Wear high heels and put on that dress – you know what I expect of you.”

When the order comes Livia is torn between anticipation and dread.

Does he know? How could he possibly know what she has done? And how can she find the words and the courage to tell him?

As eight o’clock edges ever nearer, Livia waits outside the study door, trembling; uncertain of what she will find when she comes face to face with her Master.

If he knows… If he does, there will be consequences. There is no doubt about that.

What will be the price for her moment of disobedience?

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“Look at me.”

The words I had been half hoping for, half dreading. Would he be able to tell what I was thinking? I opened my eyes and looked up at him, letting him see how vulnerable I was before him and how much I wanted to please him. The expression on his face almost stopped my breath. There was so much love in his eyes, such emotion, and I swallowed against the lump in my throat and blinked back tears of joy mixed sickeningly with guilt. How very much I loved this man, and what I had done to him…

He swept me into his arms and kissed me hard, his hands roaming my body again. Our tongues tangled; his determinedly invading my mouth, mine softly yielding to his touch. I leaned against him, wishing that I could hold him too. I pressed my body against his, wanting to show him how much he meant to me, hoping that would be enough.

He broke the kiss and moved slightly, his hand slipping between our bodies to tease me between my legs again. I was soaking wet. How could I be otherwise? He did not even need to touch me to provoke this reaction. When we were together, his presence was enough and, when apart, just the thought of him was all I needed. My body was not mine any more. It responded to him, ached for him, whether I would wish it or not. I could deny him nothing.

He lifted his hand to my mouth; his fingers wet, and gently painted my lips with my own juices. I tasted my arousal on my tongue but would have no more dared to wipe it away, than I would think to say ‘no’ to him. I stood with my mouth open, my juices trickling down my chin, awaiting his pleasure.

He pressed his fingers further into my mouth, probing deeply and I tried to relax, to let him penetrate where he would, but I choked as his finger reached the back of my mouth. “No,” he yelled and I shrank back, mortified that I had not been able to give him what he required of me. I hurried to open my mouth again, concentrating hard on relaxing my throat, and this time I was fully open to him.

He removed his hand from my mouth and lifted my dress, stroking and exploring my breasts. I licked his fingers when asked and he circled my nipples so lightly and tenderly that it was almost difficult to believe that he could ever hurt me.

His touch on my breasts roughened and he gripped them tightly, crushing my nipples. I closed my eyes, torn once again between pain and pleasure; so aroused it was close to unbearable. My knees weakened and I leaned against him, my head resting against his shoulder. I could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against my hip and I moved just a little against it, hoping, despite what I’d done, that this time he would use my body; that I would feel him deep inside me.


Liv Honeywell:

When not writing about delicious, hot male dominants and the female subs who love them, I’m usually doing something craft-like, reading, baking, eating the results of said baking, and attempting to satisfy the demands of His High and Mighty Dominance (the cat!). My first story, Imagine, was published with Silver Moon Books last year and Coming, Ready or Not! is my first solo book. The Journal was co-written with Domitri Xavier.

You can follow me on my blog –, Twitter –, Facebook -, Goodreads – and my Amazon page is here:

Domitri Xavier:

Domitri Xavier comes from a rich heritage, including Russia, France and Yorkshire. He is the quintessential English gentleman and lives alone in his cavernous mansion, Upton Abbey.

Domitri is not only a writer, composer, pianist, raconteur, wit and poet, he also enjoys a number of hobbies; he breeds Basset Hounds, plays chess (although he has yet to record a victory) and he is a renowned collector of used tea bags – Earl Grey, naturally.

He fills his remaining time writing erotic fiction, much of it based on his own lifestyle at the Abbey.

His poems have been published on Bitten Press’s website – and The Journal is his first book.

You can find Domitri on Facebook –, his Facebook friend page is, his blog is, his Goodreads page is and his Amazon page is

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Guest blogger Rhonda Carver

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Sex in a bed is becoming less and less popular  in the books I write. Why confine your sex life to the bedroom when  you have the whole world to explore? Must I mention there’s something  exciting about doing the “naughty” in different places? Imagine  you and your lover getting home late one evening and as you’re both  walking down the hallway, you stop him, whisper a dirty-nothing in his  ear and there you two are…going at it like rabbits. Fast, furious  and surprising. Anything wrong with any one of those descriptions? Didn’t think so.

My characters can’t keep their hands off one another  in the kitchen. The smells are an aphrodisiac. Not every man I write  is a chef, but he knows how to work his lollipop. I like turning up  the heat and making a hot-spicy- a la-you. A little dash of steam, a  sprinkle of spice, a splash of juice–you have your own secret recipe.  How excited would you be if your partner wore a Kiss the Cook apron  and nothing else? Or, how about a “This Chef Nose His Stuff.” Imagine…a face and an inner pocket  where his “tool” fits inside and the nose grows? Yeah, a bit silly,  but I wouldn’t complain. Wouldn’t that make a great cover for a book?!?

I don’t think I’ve ever taken a shower without  a sinful thought coming to mind. The mixture of nudity, steam, water  and soap…oh my. I love sneaking off to the bathroom for a “washing  contest.” Have you ever played? Hmm…you’ll want to try. Lathering  each other’s body while pressed against the cold tiles with him behind  is a thrilling image, and feeling. Take extra time with his package–rinse  and repeat. Most men say they love the sensation of oral sex while having  the beads of water pounding their body. Sounds delish. Readers like scenes involving water, don’t they?  I’ve been known to thrust my characters into a lightning storm, thunder  in the distance and rain pouring down, soaking their bodies. Women are  sexy wearing a thin shirt, no bra, and wet. After all, wet t-shirt contests  are popular for a reason.

Tired of boring laundry? Who isn’t? Here’s an  idea–take off your clothes, throw them in the washer, then have a seat  on top. Warm things up during the rinse cycle with a little ride. Who  needs a vibrating bed?

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Riding is nice. But riding with a partner is  much more fun…    Duke McGraw learned the hard way that life can change in the blink of  an eye. Waking up from a coma, he wants nothing more than to ride back  into his life–but nothing is the same, not even Lila Sinclair. With  pride the size of Texas, Duke builds a wall of anger. Bent, not broken,  he climbs back into the saddle to see where the rocky trail leads him.     Lila loves Duke–always had, always will–but the wounds of tragedy  run deeper than physical. Confused by Duke’s emotional barriers, Lila  is at the end of her rope but refuses to lose hope. Tough and determined,  Lila’s out to lasso her cowboy. But will her nurturing heart be broken  again? A man like Duke comes with risks. When playing with fire someone  is bound to get scorched.     Some flames never die, and Duke and Lila’s connection is hotter than  hell. Temperatures rise on the ranch and horses aren’t the only thing  being ridden. When the future is at stake, choices must be made. Beyond  the scars and tragedy, will love rise again or will the second chance  be the last?


“If you don’t leave now, I won’t be held responsible  for what happens!” Every muscle in his body tensed.

“What are you talking about?”

Logical reasoning gone, he grabbed her hips and dragged  her against his body. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he whispered  as he dropped his mouth to hers. He pressed his lips against her, slipping  his tongue inside her mouth and tasting her sweetness. Every nerve ending,  every cell, charged alive. He was consumed with heat and need. If he  didn’t gather himself, he’d lose control.

He started to pull away, but her arms looped around  his neck and a moan escaped her, erasing any possibility that this would  end without fulfillment. He’d suffer the consequences later, for now  he wanted to fall into the madness and the unyielding connection that  drew them together.

Her fingers dropped to his waist and undid the button.  At the same time, he slid his hands down her slender body, to the hem  of her shorts and smoothed his palms across her silken thighs. In one  swift move, he lifted her until her legs were wrapped around his hips.  He took two steps to the bed and lowered her, keeping their bodies entwined.  He laid down on top of her.

He lifted his head and looked down into her bright  eyes. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” His words came out on a long  breath.

The tip of her tongue swept out and moistened her  bottom lip. “Stop now and I shall burn and disintegrate,” she whispered.

Lifting himself up on his knees, he unfastened her  shorts and removed them from her body, her pink panties followed. The  air left his lungs in bittersweet yearning. “Damn, you’re so beautiful.”  He ran his palm along the slight curve of her stomach and downward,  running his fingers across the apex of her thighs. Vanilla entwined  with the scent of sweet pussy enveloped his senses. His cock grew and  he thought he’d burst.

She must have read his thoughts. She unzipped his  jeans and pushed them off his hips, freeing his cock that stood full  and erect. He helped by sliding them further down his legs and gave  them a toss. Her fingers wrapped around him, pumping and milking, as  her hips churned in invitation. Urgency washed over him. It’d been long,  too long, and he searched for control. Managing his breathing and burying  his face into her chest, he counted ten. When the tightness eased some,  he buried his finger knuckle deep inside her silken opening. “You’re  fucking hot.”

“I want you, Duke!”

“Are you taking something, baby?” he asked against  her cheek. “Protection?”

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Guest blogger Suzzanna Ryan

Chains of LustAafter Dark is my next release with Rebel Ink Press. I seem to see-saw back and forth between the paranormal and contemporary stories in the erotic genre.  My July release, Chains of Lust After Dark brought me back to the paranormal and to my true love vampires. Its Gothic , takes place in 1888 London. I’ve done some research on one of my favorite horror legends, Jack the Ripper.  I’ve added a little history added having to do with Jack the Ripper, who as you know was one of the more famous serial killers of the nineteenth century.

This story also led me to do research in two areas, BDSM. The bondage genre is erotic in its whole appeal and we can thank 50 shades for giving it its glamour. BDSM is not for the faint of heart, and yes it comes in many degrees, from the playful and erotic to the painful and abusive. But even in its cruelest form, it’s consensual.

We have no idea what drives human nature and its needs and wants. The kind of bondage we now see written and what draws in your average erotic romance reader is the sexual kind. I hear so many women speak about spanking and how they’d love to be spanked. Now does this really take us on one hell of a journey?  Remember I am woman hear me roar, right out the window when we search for an orgasm.

As we mature all those sexual acts we frowned upon then are now being accepted and explored upon with the right partner. Perfecting the perfect blow job was not one of women’s top priority years before, or anal sex.  And now we expect men to know their way around our vagina’s like the back of their hands.  May I add one more very important factor, kissing, oh yes, deep tongue sparing kisses.  While we’re at it lets get some ice and candle wax in the mix and a satin blindfold. Then add a St. Andrews cross and a spanking bench. Awe hell; let’s just construct our own dungeon in the garage or the basement.

That said, let’s add some more to the mix, shall we?  How’s this, one tall dark and gorgeous blood sucking vampire, then maybe a few more blood suckers. Gets your blood rushing through your veins? This is a perfect mix, vampires and BDSM. Then we add one nastier element, reality and history and a real-life serial killer one of the bloodiest in history. Yummy, it’s my kind of story.

In July 2013 Rebel Ink Press will release Chains of Lust After Dark and it encompasses all of the above. I hope readers will enjoy it. It won’t win a Pulitzer Prize, but I’m hoping it will arouse and entertain the reader. I have a few Vamps for the summer and love writing them. My muses run wild when ever a gorgeous vampire walks into my brain.

Thank you 69 Shades of Smut… is always a pleasure.

You can find at @susanryan18…twitter


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It’s eighteen-eighty-eight London and a young woman is searching for her runaway sister who left to become an actress. In the midst of it all, a serial killer coined Jack the Ripper is murdering whores in the Whitechapel district. Vanessa finds herself in Soho and on Broad Street, the heart of the notorious Red Light District of London.

She’d hit yet another dead end in her quest. Tired and hungry, she’s chased down an alley and her encounter is frightening when she realizes her life hangs by a slender thread.

Out of the mist and debris emerges a man whom she’s convinced will end her days on earth. This dark, ominous yet handsome stranger takes her body and teaches her the joys of pain and pleasure.  She becomes his addiction and he takes her soul then the blood that runs through her veins. He’s Nosferatu, a vampire ages old and he’s found his mate and the love of a lifetime. His name is Knight.

This immortal creature has had his cold blackheart cracked, allowing him to love the gorgeous human. Together they’ll search the streets for her sister and encounter the evil, killing young prostitutes. Even Knight can’t stop him.

Their search will end with a love so profound yet doomed because of her humanity.

Vanessa must decide life or death. Will the truth of her love free her soul or damn it for all eternity?

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Welcome guest blogger Dianne Hartsock and her first threesome!

Ta da! My First Threesome!

So, I’ve been writing pretty straightforward m/m erotic romance for a couple of years now. But this year I’ve gotten braver, dipped my toes into that oh so yummy genre, the threesome! Strictly men, mind you. I’ve tried writing with female love interests, but somehow it always breaks down into a drama fest. With men I can just toss them in bed and let them tangle and untangle the relationship and clean up the sticky mess afterwards.

Yes, I said sticky! Let’s face it, men are messy, muscles bunched, sweat dripping. Remember the lines from that old Modern English song? Moving forward using all my breath… That’s a man in the throes of passion. Bodies mesh together, hands and tongues everywhere, sweat and spit, lube and semen. Shivers. M/M romance is so hot!

So what made me decide to do an m/m/m story? My guys just kind of fell into it. I was writing a story for the Breathless Press ‘Mac’s Farm’ anthology, which takes place in the moors of Scotland. My gorgeous redheaded hero, Callum, has left home for the first time seeking work. As fate would have it, he’s lured onto the moors by the will-o-the-wisp and falls into enchantment, and straight into the arms of a licentious Barrow-Weight.

Mmm… Callum is deliciously seduced by the weight’s talented fingers and stroking hands and a tongue that can reach Callum’s most pleasurable places. Poor boy didn’t stand a chance! And this is when the Gruagach stumbles on them. He’s the faery sent by the people on the farm to rescue Callum and bring him to safety. But seeing them twined together in passionate embrace, Liam isn’t sure the lad needs saving. In fact, Callum’s moans of pleasure and lust ramp up his own—um—intimate bits.

And seeing the lad’s sweet tush wiggling in the air… Liam shrugs. What’s a faery supposed to do but fill a need?

Okay! So this is where I stopped writing for a moment. Time for some research. My imagination can fill a scene pretty well, but I needed help with the logistics. This is where I turned to my favorite resource, the GoodReads M/M Romance Group Have you been there yet? Oh gosh! Researching for my m/m stories is as much fun as writing them.

After getting lost there for a few hours finding out what fits where—you’d be surprised!—I returned to my three lovely men. *rubs hands together* This was the fun part! Like a jigsaw puzzle I fit my men together, a hand here, a part slipped in there, a mouth down… You get the picture! And of course I had to get them together more than once over the course of the story. Yay! More research. Couldn’t have them doing the same things over and over. Callum wanted new experiences with his lovers. What else could I do?

Unfortunately, this story isn’t due out until later this summer, but I’d like to leave you with a hot little excerpt anyway.

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Callum’s Fate

Callum flees the poverty stricken lowlands of Scotland in the hopes of finding work on old Mac’s farm. But there’s something wrong in the forest. Something’s stalking him. He hears the Bean-nighe’s eerie cry. The Bodach has foretold his death. With the help of a grouchy Bodachan Sabhaill and a very sexy Gruagach, Callum resists the dark magic buried in the barrows to the south. But will their help be enough? He came to the farm to find a home, but perhaps he’ll find his last resting place instead.


At least, he thought he dreamed, the weight of Liam’s warm body against his following him into slumber. There was a snuffling sound in the darkness, the smell of damp earth. Callum flexed his hands and dirt moved under his fingers.

Startled, he opened his eyes and gasped at the absolute beauty of the Wight’s face hovering above him. The creature smiled, his wide mouth opening on rows of sharp white teeth. Callum watched, hot lust scorching him as a black tongue, impossibly long, slid out of that lush orifice and circled plump, overripe lips.

The Barrow Wight leaned closer and licked Callum’s lips then dipped inside, tasting and licking. His tongue filled Callum’s mouth, honey sweet, thick and hot. It rubbed across the roof of his mouth, then darted into his throat nearly gagging him. It withdrew, only to plunge in with renewed vigor, back and forth, fucking Callum’s mouth in greedy jabs.

The creature’s hard cock rubbed Callum’s leg and he swooned, dizzy with need. He threw his head back and the thick tongue slipped from his lips. “Please,” he panted, not sure what he begged for. The long tongue scraped down his neck and lapped at his collar bone.

“Juicy bones,” the Wight sighed and dipped its head to nip at Callum’s nipples with sharp teeth. Callum cried out as pain and pleasure warred in his aching body. With terrible slowness the sharp tongue licked down his chest and belly, descending to his suffering cock.

A whimper escaped him as the Wight nibbled on the end of his dick. He lifted his hips but the Wight laughed and licked his hard shaft and circled his balls with the tip of his lascivious tongue. The creature knelt between Callum’s legs and pushed his knees up and apart, laying him open. He bent and teased at Callum’s vulnerable opening with his mouth, sucking, wiggling his tongue between the delicate folds until it breached the muscles and slid home.

Hot, wild pleasure exploded through Callum and a deep groan burst from his throat as the skillful tongue plunged impossibly deep into him. It slithered in widening circles to open him, wet, hot. Thick fingers joined the erotic play, stretched him further, and Callum grunted at the invasion, the pressure nearing pain. The hard tongue found that one exquisite spot inside and Callum tossed his head, mad with pleasure as the creature teased the spot again and again with his thick tongue.

Suddenly tongue and fingers were withdrawn and Callum braced as the Wight’s huge cock lined up and slid with agonizing slowness into his body. Oh god, too tight! He opened his mouth to scream but the creature captured his breath in a devastating kiss. He sobbed into the lush mouth as pain, hot as a knife blade, followed the thick shaft deep inside. When fully sheathed, the creature thrust his hips, pulling slightly out then in, and bliss quickly replaced the pain.

The beautiful Wight licked his tears. “Yes, my lovely one, my sweet.” He rocked Callum in his arms, pushing in, filling him. He clasped Callum to his chest and rolled and it hardly registered with Callum that they were now in the open, under the stars. He buried his face against the creature’s neck as pleasure boiled in him in waves, impaled as he was on the Wight’s immense shaft.

A familiar laugh startled him and he raised his head, dizzy with bliss, on the verge of release. “Liam?”

The man stood with hands on hips grinning down at them. “So this is where you got to.” His eyes glazed slightly as he watched Callum being fucked. “Can I join?”

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Guest blogger Elodie Parkes and giveaway

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing contemporary erotic romance.

Elodie’s new release with Hot Ink Press is titled The Winter Girl, and was released June 14. It’s erotic romance with a twist of magic. It’s a fun book, loaded with sex, and a happy ending.

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The Winter Girl, a June 14 release from Hot Ink Press, and author Elodie Parkes

Lily Prescott is only just over a relationship break up when she decides to take up residence in a house left to her by her recently deceased grandmother. Her corporate law job takes a back seat as she licks her wounds in the small country town. She looks around the main shopping street and discovers people who will befriend her, but she also runs into the town’s most eligible bachelor and secret bad boy, Starr Forrester.

Loved for his lifelong association with the town, Starr hides his methods for staying single well from his friends. He’s nearly thirty, gorgeous, a designer, owns a business and on the lookout for his ‘Winter Girl’….

Will it be Lily? What is a ‘Winter girl’?

Fun, sex, romance and a little twist of the paranormal, makes this a must read erotic romance. 18+

Today we have a visit from Lily Prescott, the main female character in The Winter Girl

Hi Lily, Welcome to the blog, firstly tell us a little about the book you feature in.

The Winter Girl is really the story of me moving to the country, into a house that I have been left by my grandmother when she died last August. It’s a very sexy love story. I don’t leave my job. I’m a corporate lawyer. I still have an apartment in the city where I work, but I make that leap to move myself away from an unhappy situation. I take some vacation, and work a few days commuting. I get to the country town thinking I’ll have a little peace and quiet, and wham run into this gorgeous guy.

I can’t say much more as it would be a spoiler but it’s a fun, sexy story, and you’ll love Starr Forrester, the lead male character. I mean who wouldn’t?

Most of us want to be different, so what is the one thing you wish the author had done differently with you?

I like who I am. I can’t think of much I would want to change. I like to dress for my lover…well undress might be a better word. I like stockings and there’s a few hot scenes in the book where I wear them. I’m strong, intelligent, not afraid of my sexuality and sensuality. I like my job that the author gave me…can’t think of anything more…

If you could have added something to the story, and the author would have let you, what would that have been?

My friend and she’s a colleague at the law firm too, Mia is her name. I would have liked the author to write a little more about her and especially towards the end of the story when she hooks up with someone. Maybe I can convince the author to write another book with Mia in it.

You get the chance to have the author change your name what will it be?

I like Lily Prescott, and there’s an especially nice touch from the author in the name of my house that my grandmother has left me. I’ll leave you to read that in the book. I might tell you here that Starr my gorgeous and so sexy lover has a nickname. I’ll leave that for the book too.

Thank you for dropping by. Before you leave, can you share one of your favorite parts of the book without giving too much away and tell us why you chose it?

This is hard because I love the whole book, but I’ll choose a love scene, it’s so yummy to read about making love. It’s R 18+ rated.


“Lily get your bra off now before I tear it off you.”

She pulled the bra up over her head smiling.

“It’s a pull on.”

Ash levered off his boots and pushed off his underwear, jeans and socks. His cock was twitching. ‘It’s been too long Ash. Take it slow.’ He told himself that, but he was desperate to plunge into Lily, and feel her tight and wet surrounding his cock.

Lily gazed at him.

“Ash I just want to look at you for a moment.”

She ran her hand over his thighs and then between them, tracing her fingertips under his balls. She ran her hands over his stomach and his hips. She kissed the head of his cock when it bumped against her chin, and then she took the length of it into her mouth again.

Ash moaned. “Lily I need…” He didn’t finish. He was gentle but firm and took her head away from his cock. He sat down onto the sofa pulling her to straddle him. She sank onto his cock, deep, deep, deeper and moaned throatily the whole time against his lips.

“That feels so good.”

He agreed, but he couldn’t get the words out. He started to rock her and she thrust her hips. She rode him until he took hold of her hips and thrust hard into her.

They lost themselves in the sensation until with their mouths against each other’s face they both groaned out their orgasms.

Ash held her against him. His arm around her neck, he kissed her deeply.

Lily was tracing his shoulders and his back with her fingertips.

They stilled against each other, and their kisses were gentle, loving, sweet, and addictive.

Ash felt better. ‘Things were working out after all. Lily had thrown herself at him when she opened the door.’ His sigh of relief was gentle on Lily’s ear and she nestled against his neck.


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Welcome Guest Blogger JESS HUNTER

Jess’s Bookstore Adventure
I did something yesterday that I won’t be bragging about to most of my friends in person. I just came home from Barnes & Noble Booksellers with a copy of a Nicholas Sparks novel. Oh no! My man card!

I really want to grow as an author. I really want to become better, so for analysis purposes (THAT’S ALL, I PROMISE, NO ENJOYMENT!) I went and found an acclaimed work by a celebrated romance author that succeeds in creating poignant reactions from his readers.

I will try to use his tone and detail to flavor my skills for my upcoming projects.

It was a little weird walking around the romance section of B&N all by myself. I had just gotten back from a workout and a shower. I was wearing jeans and casual black t-shirt. My arms were pumped from my exercise (duh) and I had a day scruff on my jaw. I was looking decidedly straight and masculine, and yet, there I was, reading over countless titles of books that included the words “passion,” “embrace,” and “sonata.” I felt as though I would confuse a spectator that happened to be watching me browse aimlessly in this lady place.

I did the only thing I could do. I walked up to some girls.

“Hi, my name is Jess. I assume from you being in this section that ya’ll are fans of the romance genre. Can anyone recommend to me a love story that is modernish, masterfully written and could serve as the superlative of the genre to an unfamiliar reader?”

After some giggling and whispering, I was directed around and patted and poked and laughed at and found myself holding about eight books with naked men on the covers, just stacked up in my arms.

The women’s stories of which books they loved and why were all very different, but they had one thing in common each time. Each one cried when they read their favorite. Now I had something new to work with.

I asked each of them to narrow the choices down until they could tell me which author, masculine preferably, made them cry each time they opened his spines. It was unanimously Nicholas Sparks.

After exchanging phone numbers with a few of them (you know me) I sat down and read the backs of them until I chose only one. I won’t reveal to you WHICH book it is YET.

I plan on doing a serious read and analysis of the book before performing another edit on ‘Hero.’ I want to do that for you, readers. I want to make you weep. I want you to feel what I write. I want to give you an emotional roller coaster you’ll want to ride over and over again. I want you to cry, and then tell your friends so they cry, and then you all to get together in a little girly huddle and cry together.

We all have goals.

For the sequel to “For A Hero,” I will be moving in a slightly different direction. Hopefully, I will do a moderate job of retaining what some people seemed to enjoy about the first one. ‘Hero’ was a simple story about hope and acceptance and love.

My theme for the next one will be similar, but I think that most readers might find it a little more ‘cloak and dagger’ than ‘hero.’ Most of my cast will be returning from the first book. I will let you see a little more of their character and peek under the hood a little bit.

It will be centered, however, around Blaine and Sarah, whom I introduced as David’s best friend and cousin, respectively. Blaine and Sarah are very different from David and Jenna. There will be a greater believability in character behavior, (I hope) while also a ratcheting up of intensity and scale.

And, of course, I want their story to break your heart. I want you to love them, hate them, and then love them all over again.
The book is being put together now. There will be explosions, spies, yachts, sex, lies, intrigue, mystery, conflict, drama, baked goods, travel, friendships broken and begun, and yes, there will be a lot of Sable in it too.

I love you, readers. I want you to feel that love. I’ll keep trying if you keep reading.


I am working on ANOTHER book, too. It’s not romance, however. I got a book from B&N to prepare for that book as well. I won’t tell you anything about my book, not yet, but I can tell you that I am making a study of Dean Koontz’s “Prodigal Son” before it’s finished.

I love you all. Email me at

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Here is an excerpt from FOR A HERO, just for you – a smutty one!


“Hi, Jenna. How are you?”

“Great, David! You’re just the person I was hoping to talk to!”

“Really? You make me feel special. What is it?”

“No no no. You first. You called me.”

“Okay.” Here goes. “I was hoping that I could see you tomorrow evening. I have something I want to talk to you about.”

“Oh good! That was my thing, too! But, I have a plan. Have you ever been to a rodeo?”

“Yes. Of course I have. This is Texas.”

“I knew it. Well, I want to take you to a rodeo tomorrow night! When you come over, I want you to be wearing all the western stuff you have, and if you don’t have it, go get it!”

David smiled. He knew that rodeo season ran from spring to fall. Whatever this was, was not a rodeo. But he was sure, however, that it was going to be adorable and possibly hot as hell. “Of course. I’ll do my best.”

“Great! I’ll see you then!” Click. Jenna was gone. David continued his long walk to the bus station. Blaine had been an amazing friend, the way he had reached out to him earlier, giving him advice, addressing concern, showing empathy, but when it came time to give a ride, all of a sudden, Blaine was very busy. Today, David wasn’t bothered a bit. He had bucking, roping and riding on his mind.

When David arrived at the apartment, Jenna’s door was left ajar. A twinge of excitement rushed up his spine. He had no idea what to expect. He just thought, ‘please Lord, don’t let her be cooking barbeque.’

He swung the door open.

“Stick ‘em up!”

David stood still. He didn’t know what was going on. “Excuse me?”

Jenna spoke with as fierce and growly a voice as she could. Sadly for her, it came out sounding like a raspy cat that might have had a cold. “I said: STICK ‘EM UP!”

Her voice changed back to sweet, normal Jenna. “Also, could you please close the door and lock it behind you, thanks!” Fierce, sick kitty voice. “Now stick ‘em up!”

David closed the door while fighting a laugh. His baby was wearing a leather vest that covered her boobs, but not much else, and chaps, he thought. But he looked closer at her crotch. “Are you pant-less again?”

“I am Jenna the Kid! The most ruthless, gun-totin’, scoundrel-shootin’, bank robbin’ cowgirl that the wild, wild west has ever seen. And I’ll wear ass-less chaps over my bare bottom if I feel like it! You’re cuttin’ up a fine figure tonight, Mr. Conlon. I am going to need you to hand over your wallet, and your clothes.”

David slowly put his hands in the air. “Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious! I’m more serious than a bluetick hound in a hydrant garden.”


“I’m new at western expressions, don’t judge. But I’m not new at holdin’ up lily-livered, yella-bellied, sons o’ guns like you. Now take your clothes off!”

David wasn’t sure exactly what he was supposed to do other than what she was telling him to do, but his fire was starting to burn, seeing her body in that tight, little costume. Jenna thought she had the upper hand, but David would turn the tables and enjoy doing it.

Out-gunned, temporarily, by Jenna the Kid, Dirty Dave Conlon began to take his clothes off. Ripples of lust warred with his natural reluctance to give up control. “As soon as you slip up, Jenna the Kid, I’m going to swipe your six-shooters and wale the tar outta you.” Stark naked, David put his hands up in the air. The muscles of his chest and stomach pulled tight as his arms extended above him. His cock, already hanging very low, began to elongate and stand in response to the attention that Jenna’s eyes were giving it. He saw her notice. He was hoping his dick would distract her just enough for him to strike.

“I don’t slip up so easy, Dirty Dave.” Then she saw his cock. It grew in front of her eyes. “Oh my god.” She almost dropped her gun. He flexed his kegel muscle and his rod jumped up for her. Jenna’s mouth dropped open and she began to lick her lips. David saw an opportunity and took it.
He leaped at her, throwing her gun to the ground. Jenna pushed him away, but not very hard. He didn’t move. She jumped back instead and turned to get some distance between her and her dueler. As she scampered away, David could see her cute, little ass bouncing as her legs moved her across the room. “You’re pretty fast, Dirty Dave. But can you out-wrangle THIS?” Jenna pulled a lariat from a hiding spot behind her and began to swing it in the air, with very poor form. “I’m gonna hog-tie you!”

David stood up tall, making himself as easy a target as possible.

She tossed the loop at him, and he kind of leaned into it, catching the rope with his head. Jenna squealed. “Yeah! Gotcha now!”

She ran to him and pulled the slack up. She started to wrap him in the rope, making coil after coil around his torso. When she had used most of the rope, she held up the end of it, and David could see that she was racking her brain trying to imagine how to tie it. He snickered and she held her toy pop gun up to his chin. “Don’t you laugh at Jenna the Kid.” Then she threw the gun down and starting making the end of the rope into cute little bows like shoelaces. She eventually bunched it up and sat it under her knee as she straddled him. “There’s no use squirming around, Dave. I’ve got ya wrangled. Now time for me to take my prize.” Jenna reached behind her and grabbed for his cock. When her fingers found it, she slowly wrapped them round it and stroked. She rubbed his shaft painfully slow.

“Jenna, touch me faster.”

“No. I tied you up. I get to do just exactly what I want to do with you.”

David growled. Jenna hummed her satisfaction. It wasn’t taking long for her plan to start working. She spread her legs wider. Her ass-less chaps left her pussy exposed save for just the curve of her bottom. As she opened herself, David could feel the heat and moisture emanating from her sex.
His cock answered with a vibrating little tremble. Jenna could feel it in her hand. “Is this what you want?” She rubbed the tip of his dick against her pussy lips, letting her cream coat the sensitive head.

Just the first inch or so of his member felt the warmth of her pussy but she never pulled it farther in. “Jenna, you’re killing me. Take it all in.”

“You are not being very patient with me. I’m not going to let you feel all of me until you learn to be grateful and respectful.” As she spoke, she felt David’s great strength as he tensed his muscles. She began to understand how easily he could get loose if he really wanted to. Her knee on the rope created a good-enough illusion that he wouldn’t pull at it, she hoped. But then again, she did want him to break his bonds. Jenna held him tighter and squeezed his cock in her hand. She let it slide in front of her pussy and used it to stimulate her clit. She bent his dick forward and moved her body up and down the shaft, so that the ridge of his head plucked at her pearl every time she slid up.
“You’re driving me crazy.”

“When you get there, Cowboy, let me know.” Her challenge was met with a roar from her captor. She smiled and opened her vest. Her breasts fell out, jiggling in front of his face. . Jenna played with her nipples while looking David in the eye. She slid her fingers into her mouth to get them wet and then swirled them around her tit, causing her nipple to bulge with want. Her other hand slid down to her vagina and dipped inside. She slid it out and used the cream to slickly stroke his dick.

“Stop teasing me.” David’s voice was huge and harsh. It was resonant and deep. She could hear the power in the vibrations his voice caused in her chest and stomach.

“Make me.”

David flexed his shoulders and threw his arms to the side, completely undoing the rope around his torso. Jenna yelped with excitement. He took his hands beneath her armpits, and she could see him flex his bulging triceps just before throwing her off of him. She flew across the room and landed on her couch, several yards away.

David stood, his posture as erect as his penis. He grabbed the rope and with two mighty strides, his body was towering over hers. She gasped. He took her hands in one of his and wrapped the rope around her wrists, securing one end between her palms. He tossed her hands to the side and grabbed her ankles. He took the other end of the rope and bound her ankles together. With the middle of the rope free, he tugged her up into the air. “This is hog-tying, and now, you belong to me.”

She couldn’t speak. Her excitement was mounting. He pushed her knees toward her face and parted her thighs. He put his head between her legs and tucked his body in the space between her stomach and ankles. With one hand, he held her knotted wrists behind her neck and when his body met hers, she felt his powerful cock knocking at the door of her pussy. “I am going to tease you like you’ve never been teased before, and then I’m going to fuck you until I fill you with my cum, and there is nothing you can do about it.”

Jenna shook. This was better than she could have hoped for.

He penetrated her swollen folds. She groaned at the fullness. Her body made room for him always, but it still was a stretch. He leaned into her, pressing his cock as far into her as it could reach. When he was buried to the hilt inside of her, he began to rock his hip. With each thrust, his member pushed deeper past her limits than she thought she could take, but she loved every second of it. With this depth and at this intensity, and in this wicked game they played, she knew that she could cum any second.

He was feeling for it. This was going to be sweet, sweet revenge. Her body started to arc up. The heat swelled in her groin. She spoke through his kiss, “David, I’m going to cum.”

He stopped. He stopped pumping and kept perfectly still. Jenna’s eyes shot open. “Oh no! No! Please please please. I am so close. Please let me cum.”
“Not yet. You can cum when I say you can. Be patient. I need you to be grateful and respectful before I let you feel so good.” With a wicked grin, he used Jenna’s own words against her.

She thrashed around, but unlike David’s, her ties kept her bound. He smiled watching her beg for her orgasm. “Payback is a bitch. Isn’t it?”
Jenna’s mouth fell open. Her David had not used a bad word in front of her since she met him. And, this was certainly NOT payback. “Payback?! This is SO much worse than what I did to you!”

“Then let it be a lesson to you,” he stated matter-of-factly as he began to pound into her again. One of his hands drifted down to her hips. He tilted her toward him and pulled with his hand as he pushed with his pelvis, making her feeling of being taken and controlled even greater.
“Oh yes, David. Don’t stop.” He didn’t stop, yet. He watched her eyes closely. He paid attention to how her body responded to his possession. He listened to her mewls and whimpers. David didn’t want to miss the clues that would announce the beginning of her climax.
Jenna started to cum again. Her body began to flash. But, before her head popped with pleasure, he stopped again. “Heck, David! How did you know?” she panted.

David just smiled. “You belong to me now. I am in charge of your orgasms.”

Even though she had been denied her pleasure for a second time, an over-whelming feeling of belonging and trust washed over her. She adored hearing
him say that. She rose up to kiss him. He kissed her back, and during the kiss, as he noticed her body calming down again, he began to buck into her once more.

He let go of her wrists and she immediately put her arms around his neck and held him tight. She gasped her submission into his ear and he knew that she had given herself to him completely. With one hand, he played with her clit, and with the other, he pinched her nipple. Now that she was his, he was going to give her the best orgasm he could.

David pistoned into her harder and faster. He plumped her breast, milking the nipple, and at the same time he rubbed her clit – round and round. He started to breathe down her neck, spreading little kisses on Jenna’s smooth warm skin. As he loved on her, her body began to warm again and pulse with her heartbeat. Her breath became tiny groans and gasps. His baby was getting close.

He took his hands and wrapped them around her throat, collaring her. “You are mine, and this is for you.” He kissed her deeply, holding her throat and thrust as deep as he could. She exploded. It was like all three orgasms she had missed were added together to make this phenomenal feeling. It lasted. She screamed. Her shouts were not words, just pronouncements of pleasure. As her world lit up with fireworks, her body reacted to the pleasure she had received. Jenna’s pussy vibrated and her hips clinched. The stimulation did not go unnoticed by David. He was so focused on her pleasure that he had almost forgotten about his own. He had not realized how close he was. When her pussy sucked on his cock as she came, it was too much for him. He burst.

Jenna loved the feel of him surrendering to his pleasure. She tried to take a picture of this moment with her mind. Her body on fire from cumming, his seed spilling over into her, it was perfect.

They relaxed together, into each other. Even though they had worked so hard and pushed their bodies so intensely, and even though she was bound in a position that was not the most comfortable, they felt completely at peace. She cradled him close to her, her hands and ankles still in bondage. His head found comfort in the soft flesh between her breasts. They rested.

“Jenna, that was amazing. I have never been able to be myself like that before. Was that ok? Was I too rough?”

Jenna kissed him on the forehead. “Honey, there is nothing you have that I can’t handle. I wish I could say that it didn’t piss me off when you made me wait like that, but it was definitely worth it. Everything about it was perfect.”

David gave her a deep passionate kiss. “You are perfect. I never dreamed there would be a woman like you.” He spoke between kisses. “You receive me completely. You love what I give you. You are unreal.”

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Welcome Guest blogger ******** Petra Starr! *********

Due to circumstances beyond my reach, this week I had to reinvent myself For the past year or so I had been working under one pen name, becoming comfortable with it and releasing a few books under it. But then people found out who I was in real life. I had to work really quickly to pull down Twitter accounts, Facebook profiles, my website, blog, Tumblr etc.

Why did I have to do this? Because in some jobs, it’s still not okay to be a writer of erotic romance. So I have reinvented myself and I am now Petra Starr. It has been tough and it’s going to take a while to get used to the new name. But it’s quite fitting.

My new release is an erotic sci-fi adventure called “What Happens in Rodomir.” My heroine, Captain Kaitlyn Fletcher is stranded with her crew on the other side of a wormhole. The are directed to a friendly planet where the natives are rather free in their sexual expression. When the chief priest decides he wants Kaitlyn as his concubine, her hunky first officer, Fraser, steps in and claims her as his own. But the Rodomirans can tell from their aura that they have not had sex and demand proof within two days. She must have sex with him, but their mutual past gives Kaitlyn real trust issues.

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As they get used to a society where people have sex out on the street, Kaitlyn has to adapt. She joins forces with a young mum to help her young son. A form of apartheid is in force on the planet and they crew of the Titan agree to help the yellow people escape.

Kaitlyn becomes more free with her own sexuality and discovers she has feelings for Fraser. She has to, in many ways, reinvent herself from the uptight Captain, to the lover and friend of her crew, while still being able to give orders when necessary. Although “What Happens in Rodomir” follows Kaitlyn’s sexual journey, it also follows her emotional journey as she lets go of both the past and the military rank she has worked so hard for. She also must learn to trust Fraser and her crew.

I totally understand where Kaitlyn is coming from. Although I’m not planning on completely reinventing myself. I’m not ready to “do a Madonna.” As the old song goes – “I am what I am and what I am needs no excuses.” I’ll just have to use a different name so my real name can’t be found on the internet again.

“What Happens in Rodomir” will be released soon and will be available on all third party venues.


Kaitlyn walked down the ship gangplank with Fraser one step behind and slightly to her left. She knew he was staying closer than was expected and she appreciated it, knowing that this was his way of protecting her.

The chief priest and the ambassador were standing at the bottom of the ramp and Kaitlyn stopped a respectable distance from both men. The chief priest was as tall as his peer and Kaitlyn realized that the Rodomirans were all taller, and probably stronger, than humans. Despite two suns and a temperature that was in the high thirties Celsius, Kaitlyn shivered.

Irbuk pulled her into an embrace and this time she did feel his flesh against hers. She tried not to recoil as he grunted his appreciation. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed slightly. To her surprise he let go immediately. Stepping back and leisurely stroking his big blue cock. They really didn’t have much modesty.

He then turned to the ambassador and said, “She’ll do!”

“Yes, sir,” said the purple alien, nodding.

“’She’ll do’ for what?” asked Kaitlyn.

“To be my concubine.”

“Your what?”

“My concubine. It’s customary. The eldest daughters of all the clan chieftains are presented to me. It is my right as chief priest.” He was still stroking his erection which was more than a little disconcerting.

“So you think I should become your concubine because…?”

“Because you are the highest ranking female of your kind.”

“I can’t become your concubine.” Fear and anger fought inside her. The idea of having sex with this man was hideous. He was masturbating in front of her and her entire crew during a diplomatic meeting.

“Are you already someone’s concubine?” inquired the chief priest.

“Yes, sir. She is my concubine.” Kaitlyn whirled around at the familiar Scottish voice and scowled. Fraser barely raised an eyebrow at her.

“What happens if I am someone’s concubine? Do you move on to the next highest ranking female?” There was no way Kaitlyn was going to allow any of the lower ranking officers to become his concubine. If necessary, she would do it—for the safety of her crew.

Irbuk screwed up his pudgy nose.

“Of course not. I only accept the highest ranking and best concubines. I would not want your lesser beings.”

“Oh, charming!” she said, the sarcasm dripping off her tongue.

“I don’t believe that you are tied to this man,” protested Irbuk, frowning.

“Why not?” asked Fraser.

“Your aura does not suggest that you are a couple. There is no aura of sexual energy between you. You have not had sex for a very long time.”

“You can tell something like that?” Kaitlyn asked. Fraser placed his arm around her shoulder. Her eyes were drawn back to his cock. He had a tight grip of it now and was obviously on a mission.

“Maybe our auras read differently.”

“We have met humans before—the crew of the Archimedes. We can read your auras and we know.”

“We had a falling out. I’m afraid it was my fault. Captain Fletcher was very angry at me and she has denied me since the beginning of the voyage.”

“Ah, she is the kind of concubine that thinks she should choose whether to give you your rights or not. You should put a stop to that. Fine! I will believe for now that you are tethered but I will expect to see evidence of it within two days. I have arranged for your transport to the town where you will be shown your abodes. You will be escorted to your work place two mornings from now.”

He nodded curtly at the hover buses that were parked a hundred meters away, before he and the ambassador walked over to a large hover car and climbed in. Before the door closed she watched Irbuk snap his fingers. Someone had been sitting in the backward facing seats of the large limo. A small red woman. She crawled on her hands and knees and took Irbuk’s big blue cock in her mouth just as the doors closed. The crew watched the car speed away. It seemed like they had been collectively holding their breaths.

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Welcome Guest Blogger Sable Hunter to the Smutters!

I was sharing tidbits of my newest book with my writing partner the other day and I told him the hero of the novel was a sex therapist. Now, this isn’t the same as a sexual surrogate (I shall enjoy explaining that difference in just a moment) but it does deal with helping people cope with intimacy issues of all types and variations. His thought was – “Where do I sign up?” It sure beats the heck out of many other kinds of work that you can think of.

Can you imagine what a sex therapist would hear? One repeating theme would be cock size. So many men feel inadequate. Everyone wants to be bigger. They want to please their woman. They want to fill out their jeans, they want to have something to brag about.

Let me tell you something funny. I have this guy friend back home that has a tremendous ego. And I can’t vouch for sure, but I’m told he is more than adequately endowed, a little over 7 inches, which I think is ample – haha!. But he wanted to be ‘optimum’, so he ordered an ANDRO PENIS EXTENDER, which he showed me. It’s basically a torture device that a man wears that stretches his penis a little bit at a time. He wears it so many hours a day and a little bit longer the next day and extends a little bit more and more and more – -OUCH!!!! He was shooting for an extra half inch! What does the Bible say that we can’t add even one inch to our height – I’m sure penis length was included in that ruling – ha!

As the story goes on – my friend – who is a really good looking man, tried to carry on with his life wearing this Spanish Inquisition Device. He had to wear loose athletic pants because his jeans would not accommodate the – extra ‘hardwear’. But the funniest part was the way he walked. Now you really couldn’t see anything, but he walked around like he had a corncob up his bottom or his legs were chapped. No one else knew what was wrong with him, but I did. And I laughed everytime we were together. I’d say – ‘Is it worth it?’ And he’d laugh and say, “Yes!” and make this gesture to show me how well hung he was going to be.

Well, he suffered through it for several months I’ll have to give him that. And I was hoping that he could make it through the process without causing nerve damage to his manhood – but he finally hung up his Andro penis and just went with what God gave him, which (as I understand- ha!) was ample.
But if a man were truly desperate, I’m sure that the possibility of increasing his penis size would be amazing. There are many things a sex therapist can help a client with – premature ejaculation, erectile dysfunction (I feel so smart and clinical saying these big words) and the inability to reach orgasm which is usually a female problem.

Another facet of sexual therapy is sexual surrogacy and that is an amazing idea to me. To think that a service exists that can allow a person who thinks he has no hope to experience intimacy and sexual pleasure to do so, gives me chills. I’ve tried to put myself in the position of having never touched another for pleasure or been touched. I’ve imagined how a man or woman might feel who has never known sex or feels they might never have the hope of know what it’s like. Polio victims. Paralysis victims. And there are others situations, those that have been through trauma or rape. Regardless it is a service of hope unlike any other.

 photo findingdandimed_zps8ecd4a1e.jpgIn Finding Dandi, Lucas Dane Wagner is a sexual therapist. He is the one who helped Harley in Burning Love. He knows sex. He’s good at sex. He loves sex. But when faced with the one that excites him like no other, he becomes like any other man – hopelessly at her mercy. I enjoyed taking this guy who thought he knew exactly where he was headed and turn him upside down by a curvy little dancer. It should be a wild ride.
Here’s an excerpt

Meet Lucas Dane Wagner

Lucas at Work

“I am here to help you, Lana. There is no reason you can’t enjoy your sex life.” Leaning back in his leather chair, he studied the pretty blonde woman sitting in front of him, folding and refolding the hem of her skirt. She was so nervous; there was no need to be.

“My husband is getting very put out with me. I love his touch, but it’s a vicious circle. The harder I try to please him, the more frustrated I become. He wants me to have an orgasm, and I just can’t. I’m so afraid he’s going to divorce me.” She began to cry.

This was a sad story Lucas had heard too often. Couples would experience one setback, maybe premature ejaculation or a failure to climax. This disappointment would lead to another episode, and soon the expectation to fail would spiral out of control. “Lana, your husband loves you. He told me so. Let’s get him in here, I have some suggestions for you both that I think will help, I promise.”

He pressed the call button for his secretary and asked her to send Gary Peters in to join his wife. In a few seconds the tall, sandy-haired male came in, looking extremely uncomfortable. No matter how advanced or progressive society became, people always hesitated to discuss or confess their sexual short-comings. Especially men. “Sit, please.” He motioned toward the other large wing-back chair in front of his desk.
Lucas loved sex – he craved it. Bringing a woman to orgasm was the crowning joy in his life. His chosen field of work was meant to help other people learn the satisfaction and fulfillment that only sexual intimacy can bring.

“Hi, Honey,” Lana touched her husband’s hand. He smiled back. Lucas smiled, too. He could help these people.

“Okay, I want to set your minds at ease. We can fix this. You two are very fortunate. There is an abundance of love and desire in your relationship, all we have to do is get you to relax and let it happen.”

“We try . . .” Lana began, but Lucas held up his hand.

“This is what I want you to do tonight.” They both looked at him, anxiously. “I want you to have a relaxing dinner and remind yourself why you fell in love. Laugh together, remember your wedding, or the first time you met. Hold hands on the couch. Gary, give your wife a back rub. Treat one another with respect and flirt a little bit.”

“That doesn’t sound too hard, but will it work?” Lana cut her eyes at her husband, as if asking him to back up her concern. Unfortunately, most people wanted him to prescribe a pill for what ailed them instead of admitting that the problem was one that required a change in behavior or attitude.

“I’m not finished,” he assured them. “When you get ready to go to bed, I want you to try this – Gary you sit up in the bed, leaning back against the headboard. Spread your legs and let Lana sit in between them with her back against your front.” He knew the more specific his instructions, the more inclined they would be to follow them.

“What?” Lana flushed pink and put her hands over her warm cheeks.

“It’s okay, Darling,” Gary touched her arm. “We need to try.”

“I know, I’m just embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” Lucas sympathized. “This is a common problem, and what I’m asking you to do will work. Gary, Lana’s only role during this exercise is to feel pleasure. And your only role is to give pleasure.” He smiled at the young couple. “Of course, Gary is a man, Lana. Giving you pleasure is going to be a bigger turn-on than anything he has ever experienced.”

“God, that sounds good,” Gary groaned and Lana blushed anew.

Lucas continued with his directions. “While Lana is relaxing against you, Gary, what I want you to do, is to begin to touch her. Rub her shoulders and arms. Kiss her neck, put your hands on her breasts and massage them. Take her nipples between your fingers and play with them.”

“Hell,” Gary groaned. Even Lana leaned forward, hanging on his every word.

“Lana, you turn your head and seek his lips. If something feels good, let him know. Whimpers and moans of pleasure, compliments to one another – all of these things will fuel your desire.”

“Sounds like it.” Gary agreed.

“When Lana is unable to be still in your arms, you’ll know she is aroused. Slip your hand between her legs and massage her vulva. Rub her clit around and around – don’t worry about trying to penetrate her, just focus on making her feel wonderful.” He left it there. If it worked like he thought it would, Lana would be brought to orgasm and beg her husband to make love to her.

“We’ll try it now!” Gary stood up and held out his hand. He was anxious to get home, and from the bloom in Lana’s cheeks – she was anxious to join him. Lucas watched them leave, wishing he had someone waiting at home for him. One day, one day he would.

Pushing up from his chair, he went to the window and looked out at the bustling scene. The view from his office was downtown Little Rock. From where he stood, he could see a panorama of the city – the Clinton Presidential Library, the River Market District and the scenic Arkansas River. The whole area was a happening place full of trendy restaurants, museums, art galleries and expensive boutiques. This town had been good to him, but it was almost time to move on. After graduating from Tulane University in New Orleans, he had performed his residency here at the illustrious Anderson Clinic, renowned for its groundbreaking work in psychiatric care and intimacy issues. But his residency was over. It was time for him to make his mark in the world.

Lucas was pleased with his progress. So far, his life was on schedule. He had many people to thank for that, one man in particular – Dr. Fredrich Solomon. Dr. Solomon had been his favorite professor, and soon would be his business associate, hopefully. If the creek didn’t rise and hell didn’t freeze over, everything was on track for him to be offered a partnership. The only thing holding it up was his meeting with the board on Valentine’s Day, just over two weeks away. They were so impressed with him that they were flying in from various parts of the country to interview him here in Little Rock. Not many young doctors were afforded such an honor.

Dr. Solomon had been his mentor and his inspiration. Lucas had tried to live his life based on his wise friend’s words and example. One lecture had really hit home. “Most people are complicated. They war with themselves. Their hearts and minds are torn in two different directions. Some struggle with who they are and who they wish they were. Others battle disappointment in what they have become and who they used to be. Very few people are simple and straight forward. We all harbor natures we have to tame or tendencies we have to control. I am not necessarily speaking of something as radical as a Jekyll/Hyde syndrome; I’m speaking of the ordinary, everyday task of being the master of our fate and the captain of our soul. Only you can decide who you are and what you want to accomplish in this world. Only you can conquer your demons and move forward in the direction you wish to go.”

He had agreed with every word his mentor said, for he was two people. The first Lucas was the dedicated, determined doctor-to-be. His dream was to be a viable, needed part of a community where he could hold his head up and walk among his neighbors, peers and patients knowing that he was someone they could respect and depend upon.

Turning from the window, he walked to the coffeepot, pouring himself a strong cup of rich brew. The second Lucas was more complicated, he was vulnerable. A scene from his childhood raised its ugly head. “Keep your filthy hands off of me,” his mother had screamed at his poor father. “I’ll go where I please, with whom I please. I’ll sleep where I want to and with who I want to, and you and this worrisome brat can like it or lump it.”

Lucas had neither liked it nor lumped it; he had suffered through it and vowed before God in heaven that his life would be different.

Everyone’s past molds their future. Lucas was no different. Returning to his desk, he opened a drawer, and took out a worn picture of himself and his parents. It was not a formal portrait; there had never been money or opportunity for his small family to visit a real photographer. This casual shot had been taken by his grandmother one Christmas. The man and the woman who tried to smile for the camera only managed to look miserable; and he, sitting between them, had known how unhappy they were. Children always knew. In this photo, he had been seven years old.
Lucas threw the image down on his desk. Memories of coming home to an empty house every day came flooding back. There would be nothing to eat in the refrigerator except ketchup and bread, and he’d have to pick up the liquor bottles and dirty dishes off the kitchen table so he’d have a place to eat his meal and do his homework.

He remembered the arguments and the fights his parents had. He remembered the neighbors standing on their porches to listen and watch the spectacle of Della and Wayne Wagner as they hurled insults and accusations at one another. Sometimes their battles would be played out in the front yard. When they had warred with one another, they hadn’t cared who heard or how their child was affected. Sadly, the accusations they threw at one another were true. His mother was blatantly unfaithful to her husband and his father drank himself to death because of it.

She hadn’t even tried to hide her infidelity, strange men would bring her home night after night and several times he and his dad would be called to come pick her up from strip clubs or bars when she would be stranded and drunk, too broke to call a cab home.

Lucas had survived. He had even thrived, but he had made the decision early that his life would be different. Respectability, stability and tradition would define his world. Never would he allow a child of his to wonder when his mother was coming home or have to defend her reputation to his friends or classmates. His family would be cherished and adored. To make that happen, Lucas intended to marry the perfect woman – a woman who would put home and hearth above all else, a woman with high morals, whose greatest ambition in life was to make a haven for him and their children.
“Lucas, your three o’clock is here.” The voice over the intercom was welcome. He enjoyed his job. In a few moments, he was joined by a young man seeking his help for inadequacy issues, and he was determined to give it.

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My hometown will always be New Orleans. I love the culture of Louisiana and it permeates everything I do. Now, I live in the big state of Texas and like most southern women, I love to cook southern food – especially Cajun and Tex-Mex. I also love to research the supernatural, but don’t tell anyone.
I love intimacy and my favorite erogenous zones are my nipples and the nape of my neck. One of my fantasies is to have my beloved rub an orchid lightly over every part of my body. Hope that’s not too much information – although, I do enjoy giving you ideas. . . . .

About my writing – As most of you know, I write erotic romance. I write what I like to read and enjoy putting my fantasies on paper. My stories are emotional reads where the heroine is faced with challenges; like one of my favorite songs – she’s holding out for a hero – and boy, can I deliver a hero. One of the best compliments that I ever received from a reader was that I write ‘luscious sex’ – my aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and sweat. If I can wring those emotions out of a reader, then I have done my job.

So, please join me in my world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy, to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of my heroines and escape to places where dreams can come true and orgasms only come in multiples.

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