Hi all and welcome to #ravenreads on Saturday
Today's guest is the lovely London St James and her new release
Dark
Tales Diaries, 3
For thirteen years, Tristan Blackthorn has
searched for his lost love, Keira. Has the time for their reunion finally come?
When the ball-busting Patrice Wyngate figures
out she's not happy, she does what she does best—takes control. Yet hearing,
"Dance for me" completely changes her life, and nothing will be the
same again.
For Zoe Harper, there would be no more dieting.
The plain truth of the matter was, her no-good cheating boyfriend could kiss
her size fourteen ass. Because quite simply, she found a man who was happy to
show her Big Girls Do It Better.
Hadley Cooper, Eric Williams, and Jude Jamison
had been best friends forever. Yet, at some point, their time living together
would end, each of them finding "the one." Only, Eric and Jude had
other thoughts. They intended to make Hadley understand—Three's Not a Crowd.
Be Warned: ménage sex (MFM), BDSM, floggers,
spanking
Buy
Links:
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/dark-tales-diaries-volume-three-by-london-saint-james/
Add on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/27259379-dark-tales-diaries
General
Excerpt:
Everyone
knows heartache. This seems a harsh statement, yet it is the one fundamental
truth all of us have in common. We may allow religious beliefs to separate us.
Fall behind the dividing wall of the social classes. Have varying shades to our
skin. Maintain different political views or sexual orientations. We may see the
world through diverse eyes and hail from dissimilar backgrounds. However, the
one thing each and every single one of us comes to understand-to live is to
know pain. There's no escaping. Whether we know the sorrow and grief of losing
someone we loved dearly, the disappointments of deceit and lies, or the
devastation of a broken heart, all of us, no matter who we are, will eventually
become acquainted with heartache. The question then becomes; what do we do to
survive?
-Tristan
I placed my favorite Mont Blanc
pen atop my scribbled thoughts, and stared out the office window. The setting
sun backlit the city skyline in a splash of burnt umber. In just a few hours
I'd be donning my Armani tuxedo and joining my audacious sister, as well my
mother who flew in from France, in order to co-host the gala marking a
milestone for the company Adelle and I run. The company my late father started
forty years ago. But here's the thing. While most of the New York publishing
world will be in attendance, armed with their celebratory faces and platitudes
of well wishes, I'll be there going through the motions-forced to appear happy.
With a heavy sigh, I rolled my
leather chair back from the desk. I wasn't in the mood to celebrate. Quite the
opposite in fact. After the call I received earlier today from my P.I.,
informing me the lead on Keira's whereabouts was another dead end, all I really
wanted to do was settle into my penthouse to read some of the newest
submissions to Dark Tales Diaries, and drink single malt scotch until the words
blurred upon the pages. This seemed the more appropriate thing to do since the
date on the calendar also marked another occasion-thirteen years to the day
since I last saw Keira.
I could still remember the
facets sparkling in her aquamarine eyes. They were eyes so deep I could get
lost within the depths of them. So sharp, they slayed me. So soft, they
comforted me. Trust me when I say, I'm well aware thirteen years is a long time
to be apart. Nonetheless, it seems only yesterday I was basking in her happy
laughter. Tasted the sweetness of her lips. Felt her delicate body pressed
firmly against mine. Heard her soft voice whispering naughty notions in my ear,
and felt her warm breath gust across my skin. Yet, in other ways, every single
minute of every single day of my unwanted separation from Keira has eroded at
me like a slow drip of acid.
Squeezing the back of my tense
neck, I wondered if perhaps I should listen to Wade, and call off any further
investigation into Keira's disappearance. After all this time, how could I not
consider it? Maybe my sister, Adelle, was right when she said Keira didn't want
to be found and I needed to let my obsession go. Could I do that? Did I even
want to give up? Or was I doomed to endlessly search for answers and an
unobtainable dream?
Almost absentmindedly, I ran my
fingers over the stack of mail which contained the words of so many, and
plucked a pink envelope from the pile. I read the return address. Seattle, WA.
"Are you in there,
Keira?"
Shaking my head, I sat the
letter aside. I knew the truth. Regardless if I found the girl turned woman
amongst the erotic tales of others or not, it didn't really matter. Simply
because, what I was doing now, what I'd started with Dark Tales Diaries, was so
much more than a possible means to finding her. It was my way of dealing with
the loss-my way to survive.
Adult
Excerpt from Dance for Me:
"Take off the dress."
I swallowed hard, reached for
the side zip, and pulled the tab down. Next, I slipped my right arm free of the
ruffle over my shoulder, allowing the soft material to fall, and stepped out of
the dress. Heat infused my cheeks, because standing in front of a man and
removing my clothes seemed bolder than I really was. Nonetheless, I walked in
nothing but my panties and high heels over to where most of Damon's clothing
was, putting my dress there, too.
"Goddamn." The way he
said this sounded less a curse and more of awed praise for me. "Leave the
panties and the heels on."
"All right."
When I turned around, Damon
held out a hand for me. I noticed he was sporting an impressive bulge beneath
his suit pants, which made me smile.
I walked to him and took hold
of his outstretched hand.
"Give me your other hand,
too." I did, and he cuffed my wrists together. The inside of the cuffs
were lined with what felt like wool-soft against my skin. "I'm going to
attach these to that chain," he said, briefly glancing up overhead.
Without wasting another moment, Damon checked the cuffs by running his
fingertip along the top and bottom of them where the leather edge met skin,
before he did what he'd said, securing my arms up over my head. I wasn't sure
what he did behind me, I couldn't really see, but the chain attached to the
cuffs rose, stretching my arms, and lifted me until my body was taut. However,
my feet were still on the ground. "Good?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied.
Warm hands slid down my extended arms,
shoulders, and followed the contour of my spine in a sensual glide that had me
going instantly wet.
Damon walked around me, keeping
his hands on my skin. In fact, he caressed me everywhere, from my ankles and
calves, to my thighs, hips, and belly. I whimpered when he used his thumbs to
swipe over my nipples and I closed my eyes as he worshiped my body with his
touch.
Adored. This is what it felt
like to finally be adored by a man.
"Perfection," he said
near my ear, squeezing my ass. He pressed his bare chest into my bare back,
fitting his hard package into my backside where his hands had been a moment
earlier. "Spread those sexy legs apart for me a little bit." After I
complied, Damon's strong arm came around my waist-hand resting on my lower
belly, fingers splayed. "Tilt your head to the right."
As soon as I tipped my head to
the side, his mouth nuzzled into my neck, follow by his tongue licking a path
up to my ear. Heat curled low in my belly. When he took my fleshy lobe and
sucked, his fingers dipped past the waistband of my tiny panties, slipped over
my waxed-bare mound, and burrowed between my lower lips.
Bull's-eye.
"Ooh…," I moaned when
a long finger dipped into my tight opening.
"So nice and wet," he
murmured. He brought his slick digit up, and circled my clit. "Let go,
angel. Surrender and just feel."
With one of his big hands
palming my left breast, fingers playing with my erect nipple, the other hand
down the front of my panties toying with my clit, and the front of his hard
body pressed against my back, I had no problem giving myself over to his
sexpertise, completely.
My hips moved, ass bumping
against his crotch. My body shivered and shook. Need coiled around me and my
sex pulsed.
"Oh God." That fast
he was going to make me come and come hard.
"That's it," he said,
voice low and guttural. "Come for me."
I detonated. Starbursts went
off behind my closed eyelids. I moaned, and my arms pulled at my restraints,
fingers curling into my palms.
I'm not sure how long I floated
in the aftershocks of bliss, but I came to my senses when his hands slipped
free of me and I felt him move.
Turning my head, I saw him grab
a flogger from the wall and come back. Two seconds later, he yanked my panties
down. They hit my feet.
"Press your sweet ass out
for me."
A moment after that, Damon
swung the flogger in quick circular motions, tapping my bare ass, then down to
the backs of my thighs, moving up to my ass once again. Little whips of
sensation added to the orgasm I just had, and started building toward something
I'd never felt before but always suspected I wanted-a bite of pain. Though,
what he was doing wasn't pain. Not yet.
The supple leather tails of the
flogger rained down on my shoulder blades and upper back. I squirmed. He worked
me, over and over, gradually increasing the power behind the blows. But when
the tails smacked against my butt once more, this time, I felt it. The glorious
sting. I moaned, and pressed my bottom toward him in a needy offering for more.
I heard him speak four simple
words.
"Dance for me,
angel."
I danced-twisting and writhing,
going up on my tiptoes, arms stretched above my head as he worked my flesh
over.
This is what I'd been missing.
What I needed. I fell into this type of zoned-out space-my body no longer
tethered. I floated.
When I heard something drop, I
came back to the grind of a zipper and the sounds of my own breaths.
Damon latched onto my
hips-fingers biting deliciously into my flesh, and entered my sopping wet sex
from behind in one, powerful thrust, filling and stretching me completely.
"Fuck," he muttered.
I felt his teeth bite into my
upper arm. "Aah, yes!"
I came-pussy convulsing around
his hard cock.
He took me without mercy,
lifting me up off my feet, and fucking himself with my body. I was his, unable
to do anything but enjoy the ride he was giving me. And it was a ride. Long,
hard, and unyielding.
About
London
London Saint James is an award-winning,
bestselling author. She lives in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee
with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them. You can find out
more about London and her work on her website, www.londonsaintjames.com,
her blog at http://londonsj.blogspot.com,
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Happy reading,
love R x
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