get ready to drool...I have Doris and a Dom here...

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?”

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Auctioned to the Honorable Dom is available from Bookstrand.

http://www.bookstrand.com/auctioned-to-the-honorable-dom

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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.

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