Friday, 31 January 2014

Thumbs up Thursday...on Friday... with Daisy

Welcome to thumbs up Thursday on Friday.

Yes, confusing I know, but I was waiting for a certain picture.

Why? Well becasue today I'm thinking about good things, and good people. And this pic is about one of those.

Meet Daisy. She's (along with being a mischievous, fun loving Whippet) a Therapet. 

Therapets are animals who have that extra special something. They can be cool, calm and collected, (not that you'd ever believe that of Daisy when she's running rings round us and her sibling in the forest) and behave immpecably when around people who need the love a warm and cuddly pet can give.

Daisy heads to a nursing home every Tuesday, and according to the lady she owns (note the phraseology there) instinctively knows when to sit, when to stand, and when to leave.

Except last week when she had to be carried out! She wanted to stay a bit longer. Her lady wasn't sure if it was the cuddles, the biscuits, or the rich smell of roast Chicken that was the most enticing.

When she takes her Therapet jacket off, Daisy reverts to her other self. Cheeky, bouncy and full of fizz. I'm lucky enough to walk with her, her lady, her sibling, and her fellow Whippets, in our local forest most days. And when you see her teasing and encouraging the others to roll in that smelly stuff, chase the imaginary whatever it was, and pushing her nose into the pocket she knows has the biscuits in, you can't imagine her as Daisy the calm Therapet.

But she is.

So really this is a thank you to all people and animals who help anyone in the way they need to be helped.

If you want to know more about Therapets you can do so easily by searching the web. There's groups all around the world. (USA) (UK)

*Now I need to hunt out the walking boots and make sure my pockets zipped. I'm going walkies...*

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

#MidweekTease With Master

Happy Wednesday folks...

are you ready for my

As I'm writing A Dom's Decision at the moment, which is Athol's story, I thought it would be fun to show you how he first appears in Master.

Master is the story of Anna and Caden, and how they reconcile their ideas od what they'd like from life and wht they need.

Caden McCourt did not expect to find his estranged wife
Diana at a BDSM club. When he does, the renowned Master
is determined to claim back his errand wife.

When Diana left him fifteen years prior, she lost a part of
herself. Seeing Cade again throws her into a tail spin.
She cannot be the sub he needs, but she can't walk away
either. When she's challenged by Cade to face her demons,
her her old nightmares resurface. Can they overcome the 
chasm between them, or are the nightmares simply too

"I'm here, sweet thing." Athol walked across the room and enveloped her in his usual effusive bear hug. "I had to sort out some dickhead who thought I would turn a trick for a tenner. Cheapskate. I told him not for a thousand, I have my standards." He roared with laughter, a deep belly laugh so at odds with his persona. "Oh and who's this?" He looked Cade up and down.
Anna grinned at him. There was no way she could project her nerves onto Athol. "Ask Linsey to explain. I'm away home."
Caden put the pen down and looked up at her. For the first time since he'd walked through the door, he was focused on Anna, and she felt the familiar tingle of arousal as the flames of need began to flicker through her.
"I thought perhaps you would show me around." Cade spoke to her, and his deep voice filled her, focusing all her attention on him.
Outside a car horn sounded, and Anna blinked and jumped, her concentration broken. She could only think she'd had a lucky escape.
"Sorry, I'm finished for the day. Oh, and Linsey?" She looked at her boss who smiled, although it didn't reach her eyes.
"Linsey, I'm just mentioning this and please accept it's not a threat, it's a promise. If I find that somehow, someone has told Caden
where I live, or I'm visited or bothered by him, you can take that as my notice."
A guilty look flickered over Linsey's face, and Anna knew her suspicions were correct. This visit was no accident. And she was certain Cade knew where she lived. That was it; she was leaving, and not just the club.
Linsey nodded, as her eyes flickered from Anna to Cade and back again. Behind her, Athol stood as still as a statue.
The telephone broke up the tableau. Anna looked at it and then at Athol. He took the hint and lifted the receiver.
Anna flexed her fingers to relieve the pins and needles in them.
"Good, I'm glad we all understand each other." She keyed in the password of the closet, retrieved her handbag and coat and walked out. 

Find out where you can read all the others mid-week teases on

Happy Reading,

Love  R xx

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

#TT and Two Halves of One Whole

It's Tantalizing Tuesday again...

200 words inspired by a picture of your choice.

This week it's a little unusual. 

Both Doris O'Connor and I have used the same picture, with very different results. 

So what do you think?

(Facebook Picture, source unknown)

Two Halves of One Whole

"Shh, there's no need you know. I understand. I understand totally. D'you think we haven't all felt like that at times? Wanting, needing, that special someone and not knowing how to show it?"
 He savored her touch. The way her fingers traced the outline of his lips and then slid slowly inside his mouth, to let him suck them and taste her.
"I have trouble vocalizing my thoughts as well Finn. I know you're the only one for me, and I accept I'm not good at showing you."
He sighed as she continued to trace the contours of his face. Her hands were warm, and her breath feathered his skin as she leaned closer. Her beautiful breasts stroked his chest, and the hairs that covered his torso stood up to welcome her.
"Ah Liana, How I've missed you. I've so much to tell you, so much to share, and at a loss how to do it." Finn closed his eyes to experience everything without any outside interference. "It's been so long."
Her soft laughter surrounded him. "Not long now love."
Mist surrounded her. Finn stretched his arms out to catch hold of…nothing.

The doorbell rang. He opened his eyes.
"Finn, let me in. I'm home."

catch all the #TT flashes on...

Happy reading,

Love, R x

Monday, 27 January 2014

come and enjoy some...Dark Tales

with London St James

Thanks Raven for having me today to talk about my Dark Tales Diaries series, part of the Romance on the Go Line from Evernight Publishing.
If you loved someone and one day they just vanished from your life, what would you do to try and find them?
The inspiration for this BDSM series of short stories sparked from a casual conversation with the love of my life. Two words, “Dark Tales,” poked at me. From there, I sat down and typed non-stop. Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 1 and the life of Tristan Blackthorn spilled out upon the “pages” of my laptop. He uses Blackthorn Publishing to manage his obsession of finding his lost love, believing he will find her somewhere within the erotic tales of others. So we get to follow his search, and read naughty stories that are being submitted to his publishing company for publication in his “Dark Tales Diaries.”
Since that first book, I’ve continued his story in Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 2.
I’ve had a lot of fun writing this series, and have started working on book 3, which will more than likely be a novel length book, delving into reuniting the lovers, and uncovering all the secrets behind the disappearance of Tristan’s long lost love, Keira. We will see where my characters take me to finish up their story.

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One Spotlight Information

For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge?

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Be Warned: bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish

Excerpt from Red Stilettos:

    “It’s been a long time,” he said in a voice that still sent shivers up my spine. “I was in town, and decided, why not?”
     I crossed my arms and eyed him suspiciously. “Humm…”
     “That’s it? All you have to say is, ‘Humm?’”
     “Humm is better than what I was really thinking, Marcus.”
     His mouth twitched at the corners, and I hated the fact I noticed how damn sexy his lips were.
     “Guinn,” he said.
    “Guinevere,” I corrected. I set my expression to that of unyielding stone and ignored those sparkling straight white teeth as he smiled. His wicked ways no longer affected me. I’d broken his spell two years ago, and I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. I was Mistress Guinevere. I was in control, he wasn’t, and I would never relinquish the balance of power out of my favor again.
    He tilted his head in that roguish way and eyed me. Heat radiated from my core. “So, am I to stand here in the hall or are you going to let me come in, Guinevere?”
     “I hate you, Marcus, so why should I let you in?”
     “Hate is a strong word for someone who claimed no feelings for me whatsoever as she stormed out of my apartment a couple of years ago.”
     “What do you want? I don’t have times for your games,” I said rather tersely.
     “Let me in. Then I’ll tell you.”
     “You’re going to have to do better than that, Marcus. What’s wrong? Have you lost your touch? If you think that will entice me, you are so wrong.”
     Marcus Warner, Master Dom, pulled out a gorgeous pair of thigh-high, red leather, spike-heeled boots from behind his back, holding them out in front of him so I could see every lovely inch of the unmistakable Italian craftsmanship on the handmade beauties.
     “You won’t let me in even if I’m baring gifts?”
     I eyed the boots before returning my gaze to him.
    “What’s the old saying?” I asked. His perfectly shaped eyebrow lifted. “Isn’t it, beware of those baring gifts?”
     He dangled the boots. Swinging them from side to side. Tempting me.
    I’ll give Marcus his dues. Since the first day I met him, he had my number, and during the year I spent with him, I gave him too much of myself, falling back into what I believed to be the weakness I worked so hard with Mistress Payne to rid myself of.
    Marcus sniffed the leather of the boots in his hand, giving me that smile again. He knew me well, maybe too well, and he knew those boots would be like kryptonite, cracking my will.
    “All right. You can come in, but only for a while.”
     “That’s my little, Guinn,” he said.
     “I’m not your little anything, and don’t call me Guinn!” I stepped aside so he could enter, shutting the door behind him.
    He strolled into my apartment as though he belonged, sat the boots down on my glass coffee table, and took a seat, rather casually, on my leather couch. He patted the space next to him.
     “Well, come on. I’m not going to bite, unless you want me to,” he said, releasing his sexy sideway smirk.
     I took a seat in the chair across from the couch. This was my house, and I’d sit where I wanted to.
    He chuckled, shook his head, leaned back, and kicked his feet out, positioning them under my coffee table.
     “Marcus, are you going to tell me why you’re here?”
     “To see you.”
     “I’m not buying that.”
     He shrugged.
     “Aren’t you going to try on the boots?”
     “No,” I said.
     “You know you want to,” he baited.
     “Listen. I’m not sure what you are up to, and frankly I really don’t care—”
     “I’m up to the business of you,” he said.
     “What do you mean?”
     “Maybe I let you go too soon. Maybe I regret it. Maybe I’ve decided it’s been long enough, and I want you back.”
     I snorted. “I left you, remember? You didn’t let me do anything.”
     There was that grin of his. The one that makes any woman consider her panties, his mouth, his tongue… Stop it, Guinevere. Don’t forget this is Marcus, the man you loath.
     “Really?” His onyx-colored eyes met me, and held me there with him. Stare for stare, we were locked in a secret power play for dominance.
     “We never worked well together,” I said. “You’re a dom, and I’m a dom, and neither is willing to give.”
     “Baby, you’re a switch. You like to dominate, but you also like to be dominated.”
     “No. I’m not,” I protested.
     “You always liked it when I took the control,” he said, assuredly. “With one word, you were wet for me.”
     “I like being in control. And I have no intention or interest in being submissive. Not for you, not for anybody.”
     “How long are you going to keep telling yourself that lie?”
     I stood up, pissed off and ready to rage. “Marcus, I don’t have to explain anything, justify my life and my choices, or put up with your shit. I think your time is up. I’d like to say it was good seeing you again, but that would be a lie.”
    “You’ve always lied to yourself when it comes to me and how I make you feel.”
     “You don’t make me feel anything, Marcus. Get over yourself.”
     I marched to the front door. Marcus followed behind me. I reached for the knob, and was stopped by his large hand as it covered mine. He placed his mouth to my ear. His warm breath tickled across my cheek.
    “Guinevere,” he said in a low, deep growl. Immediately, my sex trembled. And fuckadie, fuck, fuck, he was right. One word. And that one word was my name falling from his lips.

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume 1 Buy Links

Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two Spotlight Information

Blackthorn Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his efforts, Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks. Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume Two.

A voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy endeavor on The Observation Deck.

An invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything. Does she have enough guts to go to The Top Floor?

And a Maestro strikes the right cord with a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.

Be Warned: voyeurism, bondage, spanking, sex toys, anal sex


     “Come on, Tristan,” Keira said, giggling playfully as she shut her diary.

     “What new story have you added? One of love? Intrigue? A tale of the forbidden?” I inquired while eyeing the leather bound book.

     Keira laid it aside, and rose to her feet. “I’ll read them to you, someday.”

     She slipped out of her white cotton dress, leaving her sandals in the wake of snow-colored material at my feet. I leaned my back against the trunk of the tree, pretending to rest, but in truth, rest was the furthest thing from my mind.

     Keira twirled on the ball of her foot, more graceful than any dancer.

     “Do that again,” I said.

     The sun broke through the leaves on the trees, and set her long raven tresses into brilliant highlights that shimmered in deepened shades of blue-black. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She alone encapsulated perfection, with her small, pert breasts slightly covered by her long hair, and when she moved, the gumdrop point of a pale-pink nipple peeked through some of the strands. She raised her arms above her head, giving me a full view of her extended frame, and did something of a provocative pirouette before turning to face the pond.

     Her slender waist gave way to rounded hips that swayed seductively as she tiptoed, nude, toward the edge of the water. She stuck one toe in, and looked at me over her slender shoulder. Her jewel-green eyes penetrated my soul.

      Keira twisted her long hair up, and used the dark pieces that fell from her fingers to weave her tresses into a tied-off knot, freeing the canvas of her back. The dappled shade that fell from one of the overhanging branches caressed the curve of her spine like a long lost lover, and in that instant I wanted to kiss the dimples above her heart-shaped ass. The thought stirred up something much more primal.

     “Are you coming?” she asked.

     When Keira licked the plumpness of her lips, my cock ached for her.

     “Definitely,” I said, and stood from my shaded spot under the oak, toeing off my shoes in a hurry, before ridding myself of my shirt and pants.

     Once free of my clothing, I bounded toward her. She grinned and jumped before my hand made contact with her arm. I wasted no time, and followed in behind her. Our heads popped to the surface in unison, with her joyous laughter filling the air.

     “I bet you can’t catch me,” she taunted in a cutesy voice before diving beneath the murky pool.

     I studied the trail of bubbles and waves she made, guessing where she might come up, then made my way onto the grassy bank, crossed over the plank bridge, and hopped into the water off the south bank. When she resurfaced, I snatched her up.

     “Got you,” I said, and placed a kiss to her lips.

     She wiggled. Her moist mouth left mine. “No fair, Tristan. You were supposed to swim and catch me, not cheat, and wait until I ran out of air.”

     “You never outlined the rules. And besides, I play to win.”

     Keira, shook her head. Water rolled along her nose, over her parted lips, and down her chin before the wandering drop found its home in the pond.

     “I know you do,” she said, rubbing her nose against mine. “That’s one of the things I love about you.”  

     “What else do you love about me?”

     “I’m not telling.”

     I placed my lips to her tempting neck, traced a line with the tip of my nose to the end of her ear, and sucked her lobe into my mouth. “What if I persuade you to tell me?”

    She moaned my name, and draped her arms around my neck. “Don’t stop doing that, and I might be persuaded.”

     Keira wrapped her long legs around my waist. The head of my hard cock slipped between our two intertwined bodies. She pressed herself against me, tighter. Warmth worked its way through my essence as I slid my manhood in-between her parted lower lips. I wanted to explore all of her with my hands, my dick, and my mouth. One hand remained on the back of her slim neck while the other left her lower back to discover the wonder of her ass. Flames, not water lapped at my skin with a desire beyond words.

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