See what I mean? This is the next best thing to Budda. (Yes, I'm biased)
Hello lovely peeps, and a big thanks to Raven for
letting me take over her blog again. To be honest it doesn't take much to
convince her. All she needs is the offer of budda cuddles and the chance to
ogle my hero and she is up for anything. (so true)
*grins*
Mind you, I do wonder whether she would be up to being
auctioned?
So, this got me thinking. Why would someone let
herself be auctioned at a BDSM club?
Ready?
Five reasons for:
1. The club is
exclusive and safe.
2. The Doms are to
die for sex-on-legs-gorgeous.
3. A dare is
something to not back down from.
4. It's the
perfect distraction from real life troubles.
5. It's one night
of hot kinky sex—easy.
Five reasons
against:
1. You end up
naked on stage in just your thong…. Shouldn't have eaten that last mars bar!
2. That super-hot
Dom is your brother's best friend, and your teenage crush.
3. An annoyed
brother breaking down the dungeon door does not do your street cred much good…
4. Real life has
the nasty tendency to catch up with you.
5. Sex always
complicates things.
Yep, things are never what they seem, are they, and
Laura gets much more than she bargained for when she signs up for the Club
Spectrum Auctions. So did I, because a series was born…
To celebrate the release of Auctioned to the Honorable
Dom I am giving away one e-copy of the book. Just leave me comment and tell me your
latest drunken dare.
Blurb:
[Siren Allure: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM
Romance, spanking, cropping, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
A drunken dare sees Laura Anderson sign up for the
Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex with a real Dom is just what she
needs. It was never meant to be with Slade Douglas, the only man she's ever
loved. The man who left her standing at her parent's grave, and fled the
country without an explanation.
Fifteen years her senior, Slade had thought her too
fragile and innocent for the lifestyle then, and he made a promise to her
brother to leave her alone. This time he cannot walk away, especially as Laura
is not the innocent girl he remembers. She has grown into a beautiful woman,
willing and able to gift him with her submission, and their chemistry cannot be
denied.
As he explores her boundaries and pushes her further
than she has ever been taken before, Laura flies, but their painful past may
prove one obstacle too many.
There's only one thing Slade can do…
Story Excerpt:
The car’s abrupt stop brought Laura out of her
angst-filled internal musings and her eyes widened when big wrought-iron gates
swung open in front of her. That explained how he could afford the outrageous
sum of money he’d paid for her. Clearly, Slade was rather well-off these days.
She looked across at Slade and found him watching her.
The ghost of a smile crossed his features and then the car was moving again.
The crunch of gravel seemed too loud and Laura snapped her mouth shut when she
got the first look of Slade’s house.
The three story building rose up in front of them, and
she blinked to get her gritty eyes to focus.
“You live here?”
“Yes, I do, petal.”
Laura didn’t miss the hint of disapproval in his
voice, but she couldn’t stop herself from questioning him either.
“Since when? I mean, I didn’t even know you had a
house over here. When you said you’d take me home I was expecting a flat or
something, not a town house in… Where exactly are we?”
The car slowed to a stop and Slade switched off the
engine. An uncomfortable silence settled between them, and they were plunged
into semidarkness when the porch security lights dimmed.
Slade’s fingers drumming on the steering wheel were
the only movement in the silent interior of his Range Rover, and Laura flinched
when he moved and wrapped his hand around her neck.
Large and warm it reassured her. Regardless of where
they were, this was Slade. She knew him. He wouldn’t abuse her trust. There was
no need for the sudden rise of panic that made it hard to breathe.
Slade sighed and she jumped when his hot breath
feathered over her heated cheeks.
“Does it matter where we are, little brat.” His
childhood nickname for her brought tears to her eyes, and he swiped them off
her face with his free hand.
“Look at me. What is this all about? It’s me, Slade.
Let’s leave everything else behind and just focus on that. What has that
bastard done to you to make you so wary?”
Laura screwed her eyes shut, and tried to shake her
head, but Slade had an iron grip on her neck, and simply pulled her closer.
“Breathe, Laura. In…out…with me. Come on, come back to
me and let go of it. Whatever it is.”
Her body responded to his quiet strength, the edge of
command in his deep voice. It pulled her back from the brink of the panic
attack, pulled her out of that well of despair tonight’s events had pitched her
into. He released her when her breathing returned to normal and Laura moaned
the loss of his warmth. Cool air rushed into the interior of the car, and she
blinked in the sudden light when the security light came back on. She froze,
utterly unable to move, as Slade opened the front door, and disappeared inside
for a few seconds. The house lit up and before she could even blink he was
back, opening her door. She made a grab for the blanket still wrapped around
her, and he smiled and undid her seat belt.
“Let’s get you inside, and stop looking at me as
though I’m going to eat you. Nothing else is going to happen tonight. You’re in
no fit state to make any decisions. I just need to take care of you. Will you
let me?”
Laura blinked and gaped at him, and his smile
deepened. It left grooves along his mouth, and the fine lines around his eyes
deepened. Her fingers itched to trace them. It wasn’t fair how men got more
attractive with age, and Slade just oozed confidence and sex appeal with every
pore of his being. He held out his hand, patiently waiting for her to take it,
and Laura realized with a start that she was as much in danger of falling in
love with this Slade, than she’d been in her teenage years. Only now she was a
woman, a messed up version to be sure, but a woman who knew when a man wanted
her. It was there in the tight control of his muscles, the way his eyes
darkened, when she let the blanket slip a little, and his jaw clenched.
“Petal, you don’t want to earn yourself another
punishment tonight. Don’t push me.” His warning washed over her, and chased the
last of her doubts away. She might well regret this in the morning because the
longer she stayed in his company, the harder it would be to leave again, but
god, she wanted him, all of him. She’d had a taste of his domination and she
knew she wanted, needed, more. The freedom to just be, to let go, yes, she
needed that. She needed him. Her sore ass protested as she tried to move, yet
she couldn’t help her grin at the reminder. She would have bruises in the
morning, and that thought made a bubble of happiness pop up in her chest.
“Jesus, woman, you’ll be the death of me.”
Adult Excerpt:
Long and thick, his cock rested on his abdomen, and
she traced a finger up the thick vein underneath, until she reached the bulbous
head. His shaft twitched and hardened further under her gentle touch and she
glanced up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. Her heart stalled in
her chest, for Slade was watching her. One thick eyebrow raised, his gaze
pinned her in place. Her skin tingled under his heated regard. Nipples firmed
and her breasts grew heavy, and she squirmed on the bed and hastily withdrew
her hand. Slade smirked and laced his hands behind his head in an air of
nonchalance.
“Don’t stop now, petal. I find myself most curious as
to what you had in mind.”
His deep voice washed over her and she let her eyes
feast on the image of male perfection in front of her. From the full lips drawn
up in a sinful smile, over the beard-roughened jaw, the thick neck with the
prominent Adam’s apple, she let her gaze wander. Down over the width of his
muscled shoulders, and the pectorals covered in a fine dusting of chest hair
that narrowed over the ridges and valleys of his six pack, until it created a
happy trail leading to the dark patch of hair at the base of his thick cock.
“Touch me, petal.” His voice sounded thicker than
before she had started her visual inspection, and her body responded to the
silken promise behind those words with a trickle of moisture between her legs.
Her internal walls clenched in need, and she licked her lips when a drop of
pre-cum appeared at the tip of Slade’s dick. He groaned and she bent forward,
put her hands on his thighs, and then licked that slick of his essence away.
Salty and tangy his unique musk filled her nostrils and she inhaled against his
abdomen.
Slade’s thighs tensed under her hands, and he swore
under his breath, making her smile. His skin, covering the hard muscles
underneath, was silky smooth, and Laura ran her hands over the hard expanse of
his tummy. Her lips followed the path her hands had already taken, and she
flicked the hard little nubs of his nipples, and tugged at his chest hair.
“Naughty girl, you’re heading the wrong way.” The
words were stern, but when she looked up she could see the laughter in his
eyes, and something else, that turned her heart into a sledgehammer.
Slade wrapped his hand into her hair and tugged her up
and close until she half lay on him. Her scalp prickled under the firm grip he
had on her tresses, and her eyes closed at the first brush of his lips against
hers.
He licked along the seam of her lips, and Laura
sighed. Slade slipped in and took charge of the kiss with a thorough
exploration of her mouth that left her breathless and needy.
She clenched her thighs to relieve the ache between
her legs and Slade broke the kiss with a smile. He slapped her ass right across
one of the welts leftover from last night and the residual pain zinged straight
to her clit. Like sweet torture, that tiny bit of pain increased her need for
him tenfold and she moaned her denial when he released her.
Slade cupped his now fully erect cock, and smiled at
her.
“Beg for it, if you want it, petal, like a good little
sub.”
Startled she looked up at him, and Laura swallowed
hard at the intensity of his stare. Jaws clenched, Slade studied her, and her
insides turned to goo at the air of command he exuded.
“Please, Sir, may I have your cock?”
Approval lit up his eyes, and Laura breathed easier
knowing that she had pleased him. Never in a million years would she have
thought that she would beg for a man’s cock, yet with him, here, right now, it
seemed the most natural thing in the world. He stroked himself faster and
Laura’s pussy clenched and unclenched in rhythm with those long fingered
strokes up and down his cock. She wanted to wrap her fingers round his thick
girth and swallow the renewed moisture leaking out of his slit.
“Where do you want my cock, petal? Which one of your
sweet holes shall I fill?” Slade asked. He palmed one of her breasts with his
free hand and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. Sweet pain that
made her more desperate for him.
“Shall I fuck your tits, petal, or your mouth?” He
abandoned her breasts and ran his hand up to her throat, squeezing slightly,
before he covered her mouth. His fingers dug into her jaw and he pulled her
closer still, until he could nuzzle her neck. A shudder went through her and he
sucked hard enough to leave a bruise. Biting down slightly, he then released
her and ran his hand back down her body. He tapped her legs and Laura opened
her thighs automatically.
“Good girl,” he whispered. Before she even knew what
was happening, he had her flat on her back with her legs flung over his
shoulders. Wide open and exposed, Laura trembled and flinched as he rubbed his
stubble across the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. His hands dug into her
ass cheeks, lifting her off the bed and she gasped when he slid his fingers
through her wet slit and then pushed his slick thumb through her little
puckered hole.
“Maybe I’ll fuck you up the ass. Would my little petal
like that?”
****
Auctioned to the Honorable Dom is available from
Bookstrand.
****
Author Bio:
Glutton for
punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she
hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of
nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too
small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very
understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always
something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and
trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the
voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their
stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular
basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin
sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines
who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and
Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
STALKING
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