Thursday 31 January 2013

Thumbs up acceptance, and Tymber Dalton

Acceptance is a big thing in anyone's world. From the little—not everyone likes you/ milk/ dogs etc to the big, life-changing acceptance of something you never thought would happen.

I read Tymber Dalton's Domme By Default and I can honestly say it is the best book I have ever read, and I don't say that lightly. Not because I could see myself in there, I couldn't. Because the way the story is told. her struggles—his struggles—their struggles. It's a very emotional roller coaster ride of a book. The title says it all.

It's not very often I review, comment or contact an author, but in this case I did. Tymber answered (and has been very helpful to me over queries I had) And she added. "This book is somewhat autobiographical, although I never jumped on a plane like she did." (She was good enough to say I could quote her.) 

Could I be that brave and bare my soul? I'm not sure, even though everything you write opens up a little bit of yourself to your readers.

Anyway, I can't recommend this book highly enough. If you only buy one book this year, make it this one.

The amazon link is...

Could you be so open and honest?

Happy reading..


P.S. next week's Thumbs up Thursday will whisk you away to the Indian Ocean...

I've an ebook from my back catalogue going begging to one commenter who tells me what they think I'll be blogging...

Monday 28 January 2013

When Raven is away...

*looks round furtively*

Is the coast clear? 

*sends Budda round the corner to distract grandma*

Psssst, step closer. I think I'm in trouble. Doris, here by the way. Mother of Raven's honoray grandson, who is doing a sterling job at distracting Raven.

I was supposed to have this blog post ready for her, and be all witty and glamorous (Stop laughing in that corner! I can pretend at least.) but you know what my hero did. Yeah, him Mr. Super-gorgeous-and don't I know it-Giorgio on the cover.

Well, apparently he is far too busy with Jemima to make an appearance here, and according to him the book should sell because he's on the cover. 


Yes, that was me, and trust me I'm not often lost for words!

Arrogant son of a wotsit. So what, if he has a point...?

So, I will have to leave you with just the cover, and an excerpt. Oh and a giveaway. Not that he will let me give him away for free. Oh no, there goes the eyebrow and he's scowling. Sheesh...

However, the other two Giovanni Cousins are much more accommodating. In fact, book one is currently only 99 cents on Amazon, so if you haven't met the Giovanni yet, now is your chance to get to know them.

And if you leave me a comment you  will be in with a chance to win either Too Hot To Handle or Too Cold To Love. Make sure you leave me your email address though.

And now, without further ado...

When Giorgio Giovanni tracks the troublesome Jemima down in a hospital bed in Italy, he has one thing on his mind—revenge. However, the fragile woman he encounters is not the devious female he remembers. When it becomes clear that she is in danger, he risks everything to keep her safe.

Left for dead, Jemima wakes up in hospital, terrified, and with no idea of her identity. The angry man, who comes to claim her, is the only link to a shared past she can't remember. A past that threatens to destroy them, and all she has ever held dear.

With danger all around them, and their sexual chemistry off the scale, can they find their way back to each other, or is the past too devious to tame?

Be Warned: anal sex, rimming, bondage, forced seduction, sex toys, physical abuse of heroine


Tears clouded her vision at the concern in his voice, and he swore and moved to untie her.
"No, I'm fine, really. Leave it. Show me how it should be, please. Help me to forget."
He stared at her for the longest time, one large hand, hot and heavy on her belly, his gaze so intense it took her breath away.  When he finally smiled, it lit up his harsh features. She didn't catch the murmured Italian words he mumbled under his breath, but the kiss that followed had her curl her toes into the bed with the effort to not release herself from her bonds and bury her hands in his hair to make him hurry up and fuck her.
He was breathing as heavily as she by the time he released her, and she bit back a moan when he simply ripped the rest of her dress off her. Her bra and knickers followed the fate of her dress, until she lay in front of him naked, wet, and wanting. He ran his knuckles slowly up and down her tummy in ever widening circles, and then reached across to the ice bucket with a slow grin.
"Shut your eyes for me, cara."   His voice had dropped an octave, and her stomach dropped right with it, seeing him hold a couple of ice cubes in his fingers. She shook her head and bucked off the bed, when he flicked his hand over her breasts. Ice cold drops of water fell on her skin and trickled between the valley of her breasts. He licked the drops away, his warm tongue taking away the coldness left by the water.
"Shut your eyes, trust me. This will be so much better for you when you can't see what I'm doing." He kissed a path down her quivering tummy, and she blinked back tears at the tender way he caressed her abdomen. He paused to drop a long kiss just above her pubic bone, and his hot breath teased her wet folds. Her clit tingled, and she shut her eyes, as he renewed his request for her to do so. She couldn't see what he was doing, but the bed dipped as he adjusted his weight again. His hot mouth closed over one of her nipples at the same time as the other was subjected to an ice cube being circled around it.
She gasped at the intense sensation, and Giorgio swapped sides. The difference between his warm mouth and tongue and the ice cube sent her body into spasms of need. She writhed under him, and he laughed. Again and again he repeated the process all along her body. A path of ice, followed by the warmth of his tongue as he licked the icy trails away, leaving fiery awareness in its wake. By the time he finally reached her pussy, she was hovering on the brink of orgasm. She whimpered her need when he pushed an ice cube high into her channel and then proceeded to lick around her clit, careful to never touch her when she needed him most. The melting ice cube mixed in with her own juices and trickled slowly out her hole. Her pussy clenched, and she didn't recognize the needy voice pleading with him to please do something.
He blew against her slit and shouldered her legs wider.
"Così bello, e tutto mio."   He followed the words with a kiss, and she screamed when he pulled her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, at the same time as he pushed another ice cube into her empty channel. Her walls closed around the slippery object, and spasmed wildly as the first quivers of her orgasm hit. Giorgio groaned into her core and stepped up his sweet torture on her clit. When he pushed two fingers into her core, and massaged her sweet spot, the intensity of her orgasm hit her with the full force of freight train.
"That's it, tesoro, fly for me." He caught her scream of release in his mouth, and she could taste herself in the passionate kiss he gave her, dimly aware of him withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his cock. Thick, hard, and so very long he filled her completely as he pushed into her swollen core, until he was seated to the hilt. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her feet into his calves to give him better access and to take him as deep as she could. He started thrusting, every move driving him deeper into her, and tumbling her right over the edge again, as her inner muscles contracted around his thick member. Faster and faster he pumped, his harsh breathing in her ear the most erotic sound ever, his hands and lips seemingly everywhere, arousing every little bit of skin he touched until her whole body was a mass of sensation. Again her body climbed toward that peak of sheer joy, and this time Giorgio was with her every step of the ecstatic journey they took together. Her eyes flew open, and she drowned in the rolling depths of emotion she saw reflected in his, as they came together in their explosive release.
When her body finally stopped shaking, she could taste the salt of tears in her mouth. Giorgio kissed them off her face, and he released her from her bonds, and pulled her into his embrace. She had to smile at his grumbled, "If this is pretending, then I hate to see what will happen when we do this for real."

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Oh, budda is back, and here comes Raven.....

*dashes off*

Sunday 27 January 2013

#sexysnippets...a second snippet from A Shimmer of Silk

This week we learn a little bit more about Oliver, from A Shimmer Of Silk

Here's the blurb...

Deborah may not know the full truth of her childhood, but she knows she needs to find her soul.
During one of her performances at Silk Street, she attracts the attention of Oliver, Lord Craster. Known for his extreme tastes, he sensed a kindred soul in Deborah.
Persuading her that their needs mesh proves a challenge, even to a man of his experience.
Will Oliver be the man she needs to unlock her secrets? Or will his dominance scare her too much to even try?
Are the nightmares simply too strong?

And here's the #sexysnippets

The look of anticipation, of hope, and something indefinable, seared him. A swath of heat cut through his body, sending his senses onto high alert, and his cock stiff with hope. He had to have her, and soon. His prick was so rigid, one tap and it would snap, one stroke and it would release its treasures. He wanted neither yet. The sharing of each other was to be sipped and savored, not gulped. When he came, wherever and however, it would be after she had experienced her own sweet climax.

You can read all the other #sexysnippets here

happy reading,

love, Rx

A Shimmer Of Silk is available from Evernight Publishing, Amazon All Romance Ebooks and Bookstrand

Friday 25 January 2013

Welcome Ella Grey...

Hi Ella, pull up a chair, grab a cookie and pour yourself your beverage of choice.

Today I’m featuring on the awesome blogs of Doris O’Connor and Raven McAllan. On Doris’s site I’m answering questions and on here, well I’m taking over (cackles evilly) Mwah ha ha.

So my latest release is out today ‘The Schoolteacher and the Dom’ and it’s a part of Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line. These are stories that range from 8k to 12k and you can read them in one sitting.  ‘The Schoolteacher and the Dom’ is at the higher end of that scale.

The idea for the story came from reading a lot of unrealistic BDSM books, which annoyed the hell out of me. There are a lot of books out there which are pretty faithful to the lifestyle. Doris O’Connor’s ‘Club Ink’ series is a prime example of how to get it right. It’s also why I sent this story to Doris first who acted as a Beta Reader for me.

‘The Schoolteacher and the Dom’ has very light elements of BDSM in it. Alec Winchester runs The Black Rose Club, the premier fetish club in New York. He is also a Dom without a Sub. One day, whilst having a lunch he meets Nola Pryce, a schoolteacher, who asks him to ring her phone and help her get out of a date with tall, dark and dull. It’s the start of something neither of them anticipated.

This is the first instalment of ‘The Black Rose Club’ series. The next one is being planned and hopefully I’ll have a draft soon. The working title is ‘All Tied Up’ and it’ll continue the story of Alex and Nola. I’ll also be writing a story about Madame Tease, who turns up in the story as well.

I’m giving away a free copy of ‘The Schoolteacher and the Dom’ on Raven’s blog. All you need to do is comment and I’ll pick a winner at the end of the week. You're very welcome...Thanks for having me Raven.

You're very welcome...

Alex Winchester and Nola Pryce are two very different people. Alex runs The Black Rose, a fetish club and is a highly skilled Dom. Nola is a schoolteacher. A chance encounter leads to an invitation to step into Alex's world for one night. It's up to Nola to figure out if she wants more.

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Here’s an excerpt.

He was nervous. I should have invited her on a normal date. This is going to freak her out. Alex looked over his club. A few acts were already starting. There were burlesque dancers, and a couple engaging in a little light BDSM. The woman was in a pair of reverse stocks, her lovely arse offered up to her partner’s tender mercies. It proved impossible to not think how Nola would look tied up in that contraption. Would she like having her arse teased and caressed? He wanted to know if she’d become wet as he teased her.
The forceful image left him feeling dazed. He was going to take this slow. He couldn’t introduce her to this way of life without building up the trust that existed between Dom and Sub. He couldn’t force it. He knew that but he couldn’t stop his imagination from running wild. Anyone looking at him would think that he was a man under tight control. Underneath that, he was a mess. It would get better. It would get better sooner if Nola was actually here.
Lilith had handled the decorations. There was a lot of black. It created an interesting effect, light reflecting off of black baubles. The tree was practically awe-inspiring. His business partner was full of surprises. The line between Lilith and Madame Tease never blurred. She said it was easier that way.
He had no idea what Nola would be wearing, and since everyone was wearing a mask, it made it doubly hard. He hardly noticed the man standing near him, dressed in a black suit, with white shirt and black tie. He looked smart, but he also stuck out like a sore thumb. It wouldn’t have worked if the security looked like the partygoers.
“Mister Winchester?”
“That woman that you asked me to keep an eye out for, she arrived about ten minutes ago.”

(wow, now I have another book on my to buy list..R )

Tuesday 22 January 2013

The lovely Marie Medina is here today

Marie is here with her Romance On The go story from Evernight Publishing. this is a great line of short stories, to read, well on the go. On the train, the plane, in the bath...  so...

Hi Marie, grab a drink and a gluten free cookie, take a seat and get comfy. Then spill the beans...

Thank you for having me today! I am very happy to share a little excerpt from Your Money or Your Life, book 2 in my Tales of the Highwaymen series. This trilogy was not meant to be one at all, but I loved two of the secondary characters so much that I simply had to give them both their own story and happy ending. All Mine, book 3, will be out January 30, but for now enjoy this steamy excerpt from book 2.

When Jacob fell moving a portrait in the museum where he worked, he was worried about damaging it. He never imagined he would fall into it and wake up in another dimension. Though his day does start to improve when a sexy masked man rides to his rescue…

Gerard thought his friends Adam and Eloise would be the enchanted portrait’s only victims, but when he finds a gorgeous but bewildered young man wandering in the woods, he realizes how wrong he was. Now he has to enlist the help of a man he can’t stand to put a stop to the magic, even though he’d much rather be spending that time in the arms of the sexy man now sharing his home.

Teaser (R-rated):

Gerard couldn’t understand the world his new friends had come from. So many things sounded wonderful, but at times the cruelty of their world shocked him. “I’m sorry. You were afraid of being shunned or persecuted?”
Jacob nodded. “I never told anyone I was gay until I met a guy I wanted to date, usually. If I knew he was gay and knew he liked me, I’d let my guard down. I wasn’t ashamed, but I didn’t want to be judged. My town was very small, and no one who came out stayed long because the reaction in town was so bad. I moved when I went to college, and I was starting to feel confident about coming out.” He shrugged and looked around the room. “And now I’m here.”
“You’ve no need to fear anything here, I can assure you.” Gerard smiled. “And anyone who wanted to harm you in any way would have to get through me first.”
“So, you’re going to be my permanent champion? My dashing outlaw?”
Gerard guffawed. “Outlaw? I’m not quite that.”
“Aren’t you a highwayman? I asked about your mask, and Adam and Eloise said you were.”
“But not really an outlaw.” Gerard considered his statement. “All right, I do steal from people, but it’s not what you’re thinking.” He searched his brain for the name that Adam had mentioned several times. “I’m like Robin Hood.”
Jacob smiled. “Are you, now?”
Nodding, he said, “Yes. There’s a large gap between the very rich and the very poor here. There’s the king and the nobles, and then we have everyone else. There is very little social climbing, as Adam called it. I try to help where I can. We never take jewels or personal items, just money. And only from those who will not miss it. A few actually cooperate because they know the truth.”
“How many are in your gang?”
“Actually, without Adam, it’s just me for now. My men tend to retire when they get married. They need more stability in their lives and their incomes.” Holding up his hand, he gestured around. “The family that lived here abandoned it, claimed it was haunted. Hardly anyone will even come near it, so I live here comfortably enough. No one objects. I do odd jobs here and there, but most of the families I’ve helped see that I am well taken care of.” He grinned. “Got lots of other men’s wives cooking for me.”
“Sounds like an almost charmed existence, in its way.” Jacob laughed. “So, you’re looking for new recruits?”
“Are you volunteering?”
After a long pause, Jacob nodded. “Sure. What else am I going to do? It’ll at least be a way to repay you, earn my keep.”
Gerard raised one eyebrow. “All right, though I had several inventive ideas for how you could earn your keep.”
Jacob looked down for a moment, and then he slowly glanced back up. “Maybe you can enlighten me.”
Gerard tried his best to rein himself in and hoped Jacob would not notice his half-mast erection. “One night when you’re stronger.”
Jacob smiled as his eyes lowered again briefly. “But you have to keep me awake tonight, remember?”
The look in Jacob’s eyes had Gerard hard and ready in an instant. “I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I took advantage of my guest in such a way.”
Jacob moved closer, running his hand up Gerard’s thigh but stopping before actually touching his groin. “True, I’m probably not up to … certain activities … but it seems you’re ready for anything.”
“It’s been a while.”
“For me, too.” Jacob cupped him, but he wasn’t too aggressive. He ran the palm of his hand over Gerard’s shaft, locking eyes with him.
“We just met today. I don’t want you to regret this.” Gerard didn’t want to regret it either, didn’t want to care for a man and not be able to keep him again. But Jacob’s touch was like heaven.
Jacob examined Gerard’s leather pants, and then he began to unlace them. “These pants have been driving me mad ever since I first saw you. Even when I was confused as hell, they were distracting me.” He freed Gerard’s cock and stroked it. “I’m tired of hiding and being timid, denying my desires. I do not want a gentleman—I want the fantasy that rode up and saved me today.”
Gerard laughed low in his throat, arching up a bit as Jacob worked his cock. He wanted those lips wrapped around him, wanted to fuck that tempting mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called a fantasy before.”
Jacob stroked harder, still looking into Gerard’s eyes. “Trust me. Compared to every other man I’ve been with, you’re exotic and exciting, a very wet dream come true.”
Gerard cupped Jacob’s face and ran his thumb over his lips. “Suck me off. I’ve been thinking about it ever since I pulled you up onto my horse.”
Jacob smiled and licked the head of Gerard’s cock. “I felt your cock against my ass. I think that’s what kept me from going crazy, grounded me to reality.”
Gerard started to reply, but then he groaned as Jacob’s mouth engulfed him. Their banter had him aching, and Jacob’s mouth was hot and sweet. Gerard couldn’t believe this amazing man had called himself timid. He knew how to suck cock, bringing Gerard right to the edge but then easing off in a sweetly tortuous way.
Jacob’s tongue teased up and down the vein on the underside of Gerard’s cock. He ran his fingers through Jacob’s chestnut brown hair, loving the way the man moaned as he sucked. Jacob seemed to be enjoying himself very much. After Alexander’s betrayal, Gerard had believed he would never be able to inspire this kind of desire, but Jacob was proving him wrong.
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