Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Two Doms are Better than One - Mastered, a BDSM Menage by Casey McKay)

I freakin' loved Mastered by Casey McKay. I'm not kidding. It's soooo enjoyable! Steaming hot, well-written and a great plot. And yeah, not one, but two doms. I am personally vouching for this book. Go and buy it right now!!!!


$3.99 on Amazon
Thanks so much for having me over today, Renee! I brought along an excerpt from my new book, Mastered.

The biggest notes I get about my stories are about my heroes. People either love them or hate them. Very rarely is there an in between. It seems like I can make a hero who is absolutely sensitive and loving and everyone loves him. Or he comes off like a dick.

It's actually really hard writing an alpha male who is likable. You need him to be strong and firm and unbending, but then if you do that too much he's kind of a jerk. So do you sacrifice some of his alpha traits and make him a little more gooey? Or do you run the risk of making him possibly unlikable, but super mega hot in sex scenes?

Mastered is the first menage I ever wrote (the only one so far, but I am definitely doing it again). I was nervous at first that I wouldn't be able to pull it off. The dynamic between a hero and a heroine in a book can be a delicate balance. Throwing in a third person? I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it.

What I didn't anticipate was that it actually came easier than writing a traditional love story between two people. I made Adam have rougher edges. He's kind of selfish and doesn't think before he speaks. Tom is more sensitive. He worries about Hailey's feelings and doesn't want her scared away. I found the best of both worlds. I could make Adam come on strong, all alpha male, gruff and abrasive. And then I could smooth it over with practical Tom. He reels Adam back in. But at some points he even takes cues from Adam to push some limits and go a little further when he otherwise wouldn't have.

Once I found my groove and really figured out what motivated each character, the story just pulled together seamlessly. And everything began to make perfect sense.

The scene I am sharing is the first night Hailey is spending with her two new Doms. It's the first time she gets to witness their dynamic and see them playing off one another. She isn't sure whether she should be overwhelmed or intrigued. I wasn't sure at first either:

She jumped when Adam crouched down in front of her. He smiled and then leaned forward, grasping the bottom of her shirt. "I respect your honesty. But now you're back to nodding and staring off into space." He tugged her shirt up and over her head. She lifted her arms, allowing him to remove it.
It left her bare from the waist up, she had opted to go without a bra, her breasts small enough to not need the extra support. Adam sucked in a gasp. "Fucking gorgeous," he murmured, his eyes trained on her chest.
She looked up, searching for Tom. She expected him to also be staring at her breasts, but he stared right back at her. He said nothing, but his quiet focus on her, not her body, reassured her.
"Put your hands behind you," Adam said.
She picked her hands up and shifted them behind her, grasping her elbows.
He shook his head. "No, put them flat on the floor behind you, arch your back. Support your weight on them."
She shifted again, arching her back to reach, and she quickly realized why he suggested it. Her breasts thrust outward, her nipples hardened into points, she had to gaze across them to see either of the men.
Adam rose to his feet, standing next to Tom again. "That's perfect. Eyes up here, babe," Adam praised. "Fucking Christ, I wish I had my camera." He glanced around the room as if looking for it and she broke her position.
She sat up straight on her knees and brought her arms in front of her chest.
"Relax," Tom said, stepping closer. "No pictures, Adam. What are you thinking?"
Adam looked at Tom in confusion, then over to her. Realizing her panicked state, he gave her a reassuring smile. "Okay, no pictures."
Tom came to kneel beside her. "Okay?"
She nodded, unable to get any words out. Humiliation, embarrassment, and panic were all coursing through her. Tom's warm hand caressed her naked back and she almost purred. His touch felt electric, it left tingles in its wake.
"It's a little hobby of his. Bought himself a fancy camera and he thinks he's a photographer now." Tom rolled his eyes. "You do make quite the picture, but we'll keep this undocumented."
"Thank you," she whispered, turning her face to his. Aware that his lips were a mere inches from hers.
"You are very welcome," Tom replied. He leaned forward then, just the briefest brush of his lips against hers. But she parted her lips, inviting him in, begging him to continue. He did. He pressed up against her and threaded his hand in her hair, holding her in place. The soft silk of his shirt grazed against her nipples as she dropped her arms from her chest. He kissed her deeply, a kiss of possession and power. A kiss that hinted at an underlying hunger. It shot to her toes and filled her with warmth. She could kiss this man for hours. In all of her twenty-five years she had never been kissed like that, and it made her wonder what the hell she'd been doing with her life. He broke away all too soon.
"Very good," he said. To her, or to Adam who still stood watching them, she wasn't sure.
She looked at Adam as Tom got back to his feet. Would he want to be next? Was he jealous? It seemed neither of the two as he passively watched with his hands in his pockets.
"Where were we?" Tom asked.
"Our sexy submissive was in a gorgeous little pose," Adam said, nodding at her.
She shifted back into position, placing her hands behind her, sinking to her heels and arching her back. Her muscles were much less tense now; she relaxed into it and pushed her breasts out again.
"There it is," Adam commented. "And no pictures," he said with a wink.
For a moment, it was like she had an out of body experience. She could see the picture she made. Half naked in front of the fireplace, two men looking down on her. She offered up her body to them. They could do whatever they pleased. Another surge of heat ran through her. If not for her tiny thong there would have been wetness running down her thighs.
Tom stepped forward, his eyes raking over her body. Nobody spoke, but the silence was comfortable. She was quiet by nature, but silence always made her uncomfortable. Her reserve usually came from a debilitating shyness, not contentment.
"Do you currently have a boyfriend?" Tom asked, breaking her from her thoughts.
"No, sir," she replied. She’d almost forgotten about their game.
He was beside her now, she could only see him out of the corner of her eye, but she thought she saw his shoulders relax at her answer.
"Why did you enter the auction?" he asked.
She let his question sink in. Adam had said complete honesty. But what was her honest answer? "I..." she began but didn't know what to say. How do you tell someone the truth when you don't know the truth yourself?
"Hailey." Adam's voice had her switching her attention to him. "You were doing so well, don't stop now."
When she still made no move to answer, Adam circled behind her. She felt the heat of his body up against her back. She heard the rustle of his clothes. He tugged her arms up and pulled her back to lean on him all at the same time. He wound her arms up to loop around his neck, forcing her to sit up straighter on her knees. His hands moved to her breasts and she dropped her arms, placing her hands on his. He froze. "No, put your arms back where they were," he said, his tone taking on a harder edge.
She hesitated, her hands lingering on his, but then she sucked in a breath and obeyed his directions. "There you go," he said as he palmed her breasts. She felt lacking as his large hands made her breasts seem all the smaller. She never had a lot to work with, but a push-up bra did wonders. Tom's words echoed in her mind about there being no secrets between them.
As if she beckoned him forward Tom came to crouch down in front of her. "Should we try again?" he asked, lifting a brow. "Why were you in the auction at Fetishes tonight? We already know you aren't experienced, and you seemed scared out of your mind."
She still couldn't come up with the right answer. What did they want her to say? At that moment Adam pinched her nipples, he squeezed hard, making her gasp. She jerked against him and made a move to drop her arms again, but he growled a warning at her. She kept her arms in place but whimpered under his assault.
"Rewarded for honesty, remember?" Adam said as he loosened his grip, but did not fully release her tortured peaks.
"Uh huh," she said, unable to get real words out as tears pricked her eyes.
"Let's try this again," Tom said, his stern Dom voice in full effect. He skimmed a hand up her thigh and between Adam's rough grip and his gentle caress, her body shook. He got to the apex of her thighs and nudged the gusset of her panties to the side. One thick finger ran through her folds and she moaned. "Shit, she's sopping," he said, looking behind her at Adam.
Hearing this nugget of information, Adam twisted on her nipples. She squeaked and moved her hips, trying to grind down onto Tom's finger, but he moved it away.
She let out a frustrated whine and he chuckled. His fingers were back against her core, "Is this what you want?"
She nodded, pleading with him with her eyes.
"Are we back to nodding?" he asked with a tsk.
Adam pinched her nipples hard and pulled them forward. She screamed out, "Yes! Yes, sir!" Answering Tom's question, fighting through the pain shooting through her nipples, needing Tom to sink his fingers into her.
He didn't make her wait, he thrust two fingers inside of her, making her call out. She was wet enough that he slid easily in, but her body took a moment to adjust to the intrusion. Tom's thumb found her clit, he rubbed over it as he thrust his fingers in and out.
"Ah!" she cried out as she gyrated her hips. She felt Adam's jean clad erection against her ass and she ground down on it. He kept manipulating her breasts—changing up the pressure on her nipples and it was driving her mad. Adam buried his face in the side of her neck, he kissed down, finding the tender spot between neck and shoulder.
Tom moved closer, his fingers still buried within her as he kissed up the other side of her neck. She could only lean back into Adam, letting him support her weight. She stared up at the ceiling. The moans coming from her sounded foreign to her own ears. Tom's lips found her earlobe, he licked and nibbled. She jerked against them, no longer having control over her own body. Tom curled his fingers, hitting her front wall, slamming into her sweet spot. At the same time, Adam pinched down hard and bit her shoulder.
She screamed, too many sensations running through her body. Pleasure, pain, ecstasy—tears leaked from her eyes as she shuddered against them. Just as she started to come back down, started to gain a little more control of her body, they both were at it again. Twisting and pulling, thrusting and jerking. She came apart again. She screamed until her throat felt hoarse, but she continued bucking her hips urging them along. Pleading with them to stop, but begging for it never to end.

Mastered Blurb:

Hailey needs money fast, and will do anything to get it. Even lie on her application to enter an auction at Fetishes, a BDSM club.

One weekend.

She'll get the money she needs and anything else will be a bonus. She can handle one Dom for a weekend...except she ends up with one Dom too many.

Tom's reluctant to get himself back into the BDSM scene since his failed marriage. Adam loves his carefree life—nothing tying him down or keeping him in the same place for too long. Neither of them are looking for a relationship. But then wide-eyed Hailey shows up and proves to be a temptation that neither of them can pass up. They offer her an introduction to the lifestyle, and they intend to show her what it's like to be a trained submissive.

It's just one weekend...

The lines between fantasy and reality become blurred and soon Hailey fears she'll only end up with a broken heart. When she disappears, can these two Dominant men admit their true feelings for her?

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Emerald Virgin by Ravyn Rayne

Renee Rose: The Gem Apocalypse series has quite a bit to do with eye color, what color eyes do you have?
Ravyn Rayne: Mine are green. I guess you could say authors always find ways to pull elements of themselves or real life into their stories.

Renee Rose: Speaking of real life elements, do you use any true stories in your fiction?
Ravyn Rayne: Fiction is that for a reason. My life wouldn't make a great book (at least not a romance novel). With that being said, Dating Wars (Federal Agent Chronicles Book 2) does delve a little into some real dating horror stories that I've experienced. A few are true, some are fictitious. I'll let you be the judge.

Renee Rose: First dystopian novel you read and fell in love with?
Ravyn Rayne: In college I read The Handmaid's Tale for a Sociology class. I loved the novel and quite honestly it was probably the first book I ever read for school that I went back to read other works by that author. At the time I read it, I thought it more science fiction (and it is). I had no idea there was a category called Dystopian fiction.
"You are a handful. I should have known that's why Henry walked right on by without so much as a second glance. For a brother that likes gems, he must have known the trouble one would cause."
Aria sneered at James. "Tell me you don't believe it." Emeralds, people with green eyes, are known to be power and money hungry. Does James think that about her? It's not true. No part of the belief system created to destroy the world in genocide was true. How could James think of her like that? She may not be easy or pleasant at times, but she wasn't what the enemy said.
James shifted in his seat. "Of course not, but you are trouble. I can see it in you, the rebellious streak. My father will beat it out of you."
"So what? I'm supposed to pretend it doesn't bother me that he ordered the execution of my mother and dragged me from my home, drugged me, stripped me naked, and stole my freedom? No part of what you and your father are doing is okay."
James grimaced. "I am sorry about your mother. I can't change our world, but I can protect you here."

Emerald Virgin
Emerald – a girl with green eyes and a rarity after the horrific genocide that slaughtered millions.
After the war, King Gideon rose in power. A lust-filled and greedy king that believed in the power of slavery.
At eighteen, women were required to come before King Gideon and his four sons, to offer themselves as a courtesan. The princes took only those they found most attractive and alluring. The rest were returned to their homes with a brand on their wrist proving they had been through the process and rejected. Ignoring the ritual was punishable by death.
Aria Stone had been kept hidden from the princes and the ceremony, because she was an Emerald. At twenty-three, the royal guards storm her home, murder her mother, and drag her to court. She must face the four princes.
A dystopian erotic adventure.

About the Author

Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be.

Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.

Although BURNING DESIRE is her debut romantic erotica novel, it is not her first published book. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her other books here.
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Friday, July 24, 2015

There's a pecking order here, love. His Captive Mortal - #PRN #BDSM #SatSpanks

I'm teasing from my new release, His Captive Mortal today. The $.99 launch thing worked out, I think. The book got to the #2 spot in Erotic Paranormal (three gay bears stood in my way of #1). I became very excited to see Amazon promoting both my books in the category at once. Check out the screen shot-- His Captive Mortal is listed under hot new releases and The Alpha's Hunger is in Most Wished For. Neat!
Course, I also nabbed a one-star "this is abuse" review this week, too. But those are par for the course, I guess.


When she finished her cracker, she reached for another one, but he slapped her hand, holding the plate away.
She made a sound of outrage and he grinned.
“Say please.”
“They’re my crackers!”
“Are they?” he challenged, the ice blue eyes connecting with hers in a stare-down she could not win.
She blew out her breath and looked away. “Nevermind.”
He crossed one long leg over the other. “You see, there’s a pecking order here, love. The sooner you learn it, the easier things will go between us.”
“Go to hell,” she muttered, pushing to stand up.

He picked her up and plopped her onto his lap. “I am your hell, sweetheart. Believe it.”

His Captive Mortal

When a young special education teacher unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t evict. For some reason, Charlie, the dominant immortal believes she is of fairy descent and has magical powers. He demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she promises to help him.

Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty mortal, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.

His habit of emotional detachment crumbles as he falls for Sasha, yet when he discovers she carries a secret that relates to his past, the betrayal nearly destroys him. He must decide whether he can ever trust a woman, or give into instinct and walk away from what might be his only chance at love and redemption.

**This book was previously released as Loose Morals by Darling Adams. It has been edited for re-release**

Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.

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Thursday, July 23, 2015

My Real Life Spanking Story (Confessions of A Spanking Author)

Want to read about your favorite spanking romance author's personal spankings?  This book is for you! 

$4.99 on Amazon
They say 'write what you know', but just how true is that of some of our authors? Ever wonder if any of your favorite storytellers REALLY get spanked? 

Blushing Books is proud to present a collection of 16 unfortunate, but true, stories from a series of authors such as Breanna Hayse, Maren Smith, Alta Hensley, Tabitha Black, Sue Lyndon, Joannie Kaye, Renee Rose and more! We also have some excellent stories from the viewpoint of the Dom. 

Confessions of a Spanking Author will make you laugh, squirm, and maybe even feel sorry for (or envy) one of your favorite authors. 

A Note from Bethany of Bethany's Woodshed and Blushing Books: 

The authors in this compilation are a mix of writers—old and new. While some have just joined Blushing Books, others have been around as long as dirt. What these stories have in common is that every one of them—some dire, some sexy and some hilarious—are absolutely true. 

My own “Violators Will Be Spanked” has been said to be the funniest thing ever, and although I can laugh now, I assure you, it was not funny THEN. 

We hope you enjoy Confessions of a Spanking Author and will visit both Blushing Books, and Bethany’s Woodshed. Our authors have many fantastic stories for you. 

Full list of authors include: Bethany Burke, Breanna Hayse, Sir John Hayse, Alta Hensley, Maren Smith, Tabitha Black, Bella Bryce, Sue Lyndon, Renee Rose, Joannie Kay, Devlin O'Neill, Dinah McLeod, Patty Devlin, Keith Anderson, Ashlynn Kenzie, & April Hill

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Saving Lady J by Suzy Ayers

I have Suzy Ayers here with a hot excerpt from her new book Saving Lady J...

Chris demanded all of my free time, which was fine with me. I needed a release after my highly stressful days at work. He seemed to be able to read me well. It was uncanny almost how well.
Our first real session was one I’d never forget. He wanted to test out a new toy on me, a flogger that had many chain-links of metal instead of leather. My entire body was physically shaking as I knelt down for him. He was intimidating on his own, but wielding a medieval looking weapon I nearly fainted as it crashed down on my back and ass.
“Sir!” I gasped and the breath coated the thin air that escaped my lungs. My fingers attempted to claw at the hardwood floor, but not gaining any purchase.
“Yes, little one.” His gravelly voice hinted at his arousal, as his weapon of torture met my skin again.
My head rocked back ever so slightly and he knelt down to accept the fact that I couldn’t speak, so he spoke for me.
“Do you enjoy the pain, my beautiful painslut?”
I nodded astonished at my own body’s reaction to this. I jumped, startled as his hand reached under me and drew out my fragrant arousal. It was sticky and bountiful. It dripped from his fingers. He plunged them into my mouth, forcing them further and further into my throat. My confusion became realization as he used my mouth, testing my gag reflex.

“Good girl,” he said as he stood back up. “Come,” he ordered for me to follow.

Saving Lady J
Jamie is a woman confused about who she is sexually. Her submissive side is constantly at war with her mouth.

She becomes involved with Julian, a man with secrets of his own, who becomes her slave.

When two dominant men enter Jamie and Julian's life, Jamie's world begins to unravel. As she attempts to help Julian fight his battles, she unwitting puts herself in harms way.

Themes/Warnings for the book:
This book is a dark erotic thriller. It is for readers 18+ and includes, but not limited to: force, mindfuckery, anal, spanking and spanking implements, non-con/dub-con, suspenseful elements, pegging, interracial sex, cuckold-themes, etc

Author Links:

Twitter: or @SuzyAyers

Monday, July 20, 2015

Fantasizing About Charlie #MasturbationMonday (His Captive Mortal - $.99!)

Welcome to Masturbation Monday!

Damn. She hadn’t wanted him to leave.
It took her a moment to regain her normal breathing pattern and to gather herself. She walked to the bed on wobbly legs, her sex pulsing in time with her backside. Mechanically, she pulled up her panties and found her pajamas, putting them on with trembling hands.
Where had he gone? Was he somewhere in her place still? Where did he go when he disappeared? Why had she told him no? She had wanted him, she did need to know what came next. What had kept her from admitting it?
$.99 for one more day!
She walked to her full length mirror and stared at her face in it, thinking she hardly resembled herself. Her eyes were wide and glassy, as if in some kind of stupor. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair rumpled. She turned around, pulling down her pajama pants and panties to look at her ass in the mirror. The red marks already appeared to be fading, which disappointed her for some reason. Her bottom still stung considerably, but instead of feeling angry about it, she only experienced disappointment in her own decision.  
Had it been out of pride?
Her pussy gave another pulse. Dear God, she’d bet her last pair of panties he would rock her world in bed. Any man—or...vampire—who got her that wet just by sliding his finger between her legs would have to know how to make her scream in pleasure. It had to be a far cry from Wilson, her ex-boyfriend who’d never lasted more than two minutes.
She lay down on her belly with one hand between her legs, her fingers pressing into her sex, rubbing her clit as she remembered Charlie’s fingers seeking her swollen folds. She imagined herself still standing in the corner with her panties down and his hardened cock pressing against her low back.

She pushed her mound against the heel of her hand, her fingers undulating over her sex, some hitting her clit, some slipping in and out. She imagined Charlie banging her from behind, balls-deep, punishing her with his cock. He’d hold her hips firmly, shoving in and out of her roughly, dominating her until she exploded, her release sending her hips bucking as she pressed all five fingers over her convulsing sex.

His Captive Mortal

When a young special education teacher unwittingly attracts the attention of a strange man on her late night walk home, she winds up with a supernatural guest she can’t evict. For some reason, Charlie, the dominant immortal believes she is of fairy descent and has magical powers. He demands her complete submission and cooperation, refusing to free her until she promises to help him.

Charlie sees the power in Sasha and believes she has the ability to undo the curse placed on him by a jealous lover one hundred years before. He also loves toying with the feisty mortal, doling out humiliating punishments while arousing a lust in her that leaves them both hungry for satisfaction.

His habit of emotional detachment crumbles as he falls for Sasha, yet when he discovers she carries a secret that relates to his past, the betrayal nearly destroys him. He must decide whether he can ever trust a woman, or give into instinct and walk away from what might be his only chance at love and redemption.

**This book was previously released as Loose Morals by Darling Adams. It has been edited for re-release**

Publishers Note: This book contains elements of BDSM including spanking, bondage and erotic sex scenes.

On Sale for $.99 July 17-21st!!