Thursday, June 30, 2016


 Please welcome my guest blogger today, Lea Bronsen with SURPRISING MYSELF!

Thank you for hosting my first audio release, the erotica anthology SURPRISING MYSELF!

What is your secret fantasy? That one thing you dream of doing but have never had the chance to fulfill in real life… Thirteen writers present sexy, steamy stories of women getting the chance to live out their personal fantasies. What’s yours? Whether it’s several lovers at the same time for a pulse-pounding ménage scene or the allure of getting caught in public, these stories will set your mind ablaze. From voyeurism in a sex club to swinging, cuckolding to cosplay, SURPRISING MYSELF brings you stories from thirteen hot new writers to watch out for and just might make you think about fulfilling your own wildest fantasy.



Lorna, a young American reporter, travels to a port town in France to cover a yacht race. She hopes she’ll be able to experience her wildest fantasy on the beach – sex in public. Due to getting on the wrong train, she has an argument with the controller, who she finds both immensely sexy and annoyingly arrogant.

When he brings her to the engine, pretending to restrain her but instead getting intimate with her, she sees the opportunity to live out her fantasy…  




If lucky, I might even meet a handsome Frenchman with whom to spend Saturday night. I’m single, have been for the past few months, and at twenty-three, the lack of sex for such a long time is driving me half-nuts. An interlude with a local hotness on one of the warm beaches of Sables sounds like an irresistible idea. Yes, a beach, or any other public place. The eBook I’m reading features a heroine getting the fuck of her life in an open park at night against a tree in full view of passersby. I want that kind of excitement, too. The three boyfriends I’ve had in the past few years were good in bed but not daring enough. I yearn for someone to do something crazy and a little forbidden with me, in public visibility. Surely, that hint of dangerousness, the possibility of being caught by the authorities, should increase the sexual experience—and our orgasms—tenfold.

For now, I’ll have to do with checking out the cute Maghrebian controller while waiting for him to examine my ticket. Row after row, he walks the narrow aisle toward me, distributing polite smiles to the passengers and answering questions. Tall and broad-shouldered, he has the looks and build of a soccer player. A black tribal tattoo appears below the short sleeve of his purple shirt and travels down his sun-kissed, muscular forearm. Beneath his gray cap, he sports a short buzz cut, and two or three days’ worth of black beard stubble covers his cheeks and chin, just enough to make him…oh, God, immensely sexy. With full lips, a strong nose, and black olive-shaped eyes, he’s a gem of North Africa, an exotic, roughly polished jewel. He would definitely fit in my fuck-on-the-beach fantasy.


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Lea Bronsen I like my reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, suspense romance, and erotic contemporary romance. I love to hear from my readers! Write to or meet me on: Website / Lea's Crazy Nights Blog / Facebook profile / Facebook page / Twitter / Amazon  

Thanks so much for stopping by, Lea.  :)

Wednesday, June 29, 2016


Please welcome my guest blogger, Silke Ming with POSSESING HIS CLAIM.


Although Mason and Katie Oliver are happily married, there is still a void in the bedroom. When Mason realizes that all is not well with his competition, Ridley Construction, he persuades Bridges, the youngest of the Ridley clan, to join his company, but Mason has an ulterior motive. Bridges, however, takes the bait, but like Mason he too has an ulterior motive. He is still head over heels in love with Mason’s wife, Katie. After a birthday celebration, Mason invites Bridges to their home, where the three end up together in bed.

Mason’s construction projects are being vandalized, and when Katie is kidnapped, they know that Rock Ridley, the eldest Ridley clan is the culprit. He plans to rape Katie in the presence of Bridges and Mason. The plan is foiled, and Rock is sent to a mental asylum. Bridges moves into the Oliver home with Katie and Mason, where they continue to enjoy their alternative lifestyle. 

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“Sometimes I wonder if I allowed Rock and Jeff Ridley to abuse me because I was looking for a father figure,” Katie said. “Although I was in love with Bridges and considered him to be my boyfriend, I had the feeling that Rock loved me. I really did. He knew I was in love with Bridges, but yet he made me feel like a woman. Wanted, desired, and needed by a very wealthy man. I knew what Rock and Jeff were doing to me was wrong, but it was better than going home to be ridiculed by my mother. They made me confident. They were my best friends, and when other people gawked at me because they thought I was a loose woman, they always tried to cheer me up.”
“You didn’t know your father, but I knew mine. He was right there in the same town with me, and he wanted me. Yes, the Ridley patriarch had claimed me as his own. Me, his illegitimate son. His wife threw me out like a piece of trash, but I grew up loved and wanted by a woman I will never forget as long as I live, but know what, Katie?”
“We’ve got each other now. I love you, and I know you love me, and I will never, ever give you up.”
“The world opened up for me when I met you, Mason. We both have unorthodox ways, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“You didn’t say that you loved me.”
“Of course I love you. I love you more than life itself.”
Mason drew her closer, and his lips brushed against hers.
“I know what I can do to make you feel better,” he said, slipping his hand between her thighs. “We can continue where we left off. What do you say? Do you want me?”
“You know I always want you.”
He ground his hardness against her leg, setting her body on fire. Her eyelids grew heavy with lust, and she gazed hypnotically into his eyes. She pushed her hand to his manhood, hard and begging to be pacified. Her tongue washed over her parched lips, and her body writhed against his. He thrust his tongue between her parted lips, and she sucked greedily while his eager fingers found her pert nipples and caressed them, bringing whimpers of delight from deep within her throat.
“Do you want me?” he whispered again.
“Yes, Mason. I want you.”
He slowly undressed her, all the while showering her with kisses. She parted her legs, giving him better access to her pulsing center, but her gaze never left his. Sliding down her hot, steamy body, he didn’t stop until his head was lodged between her thighs, and he administered long licks from her entrance all the way to her throbbing clit.
She sucked two fingers into her mouth, withdrawing them and licking on them, her moans and his groans melting into a cacophony of sounds.
Mason gazed down at his thick cock, the tip oozing with pre-cum, and brushed his thumb over the purple, shiny head. He seemed to be in a hypnotic state as his tongue darted out and licked his parched lips. His body jolted forward in anticipation, and lifting one of her legs over his shoulder, he lowered his head and stared into her pulsing core. He puckered his lips and blew a stream of air onto her clit.
Her hips lifted of their own volition, and she screamed out his name over and over again.
“Yes, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”
He gazed down at his cock, which was still begging for attention. He fisted it at the root and pumped it vigorously.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, running the broad head up and down her cleft.
“Yes, Mason. Yes.”
“Where do you want it?” he asked, climbing up her body and moving his cock in circles around her swollen clit.
She was being physically and mentally seduced, but her eyes remained on him. She wanted that delicious cock that was at its most impressive when it was deep down her throat as she sucked him and brought him to the sweetest orgasm, but tonight he had other ideas.
His upper lip was dotted with perspiration, and he stepped off the bed, bringing that masterpiece on level with her lips. She watched as he continued to pump it, his eyes closed, his legs parted, and his juices flowing over his fist like a fountain of vanilla. Jerking and thrusting as each spasm took possession of his body, he twisted and turned, continuing to beat the hell out of his cock. Now exhausted, he stood there, his eyes closed, his hair glued to his forehead and a peaceful look on his face. As if he suddenly remembered he hadn’t brought her to an orgasm, he looked down at her. She had one hand buried between her thighs, seeking self-gratification.
“I’m going to lick you and keep licking you until you come and keep coming,” he said, grabbing a handful of tissues from the nightstand and cleaning his hand.
He turned his attention back to her, and she beckoned to him. He sank onto the bed, lifted both her legs around his neck, and moved into the best position for action. Licking, sucking, and fingering her, he didn’t let up until he heard her moans and her cries. Writhing under him, her muscles wrapped themselves around his hardness, squeezing it. He thrust into her without mercy and still she begged for more.
She was a vision of delight when she came, her mouth opened wide, but there was no sound. The Scream! Yes, her mouth reminded him of that famous painting, and as he visualized it, he wanted to plug that hole with his cock, but it would be a little while before that would happen. They had both quenched their sexual thirst, and their exhausted bodies lay strewn across the bed. Katie sprawled wide like a broken doll, and Mason relaxed, his cock deflated and reclining on his thigh.
“How do you feel?” he asked, pulling on her long braid and holding her close.
“You’re the best,” she replied, her lips inches away from his. “Love you.”
“I love you, too, sweetheart.”
“Umm,” she said, clinging to him.
“Why don’t we go out to dinner and then spend a quiet night together?”
“I like the sound of that,” she murmured. 
* * * * 
Katie gazed at her husband as she lightly touched his cheek with her fingertips. She loved him. In spite of everything he had heard and had learned about her character, he had married her. There was no doubt in her mind that Mason loved her. She already knew his tastes in the bedroom were unusual and diverse—if bringing your best friend to your matrimonial bed on your wedding day wasn’t unusual, what was? In addition, he had shown proclivities for other unusual tendencies. She wondered if Agatha’s strict upbringing had done anything to alter his personality, or was it that deep down he was a true Ridley, even though they hadn’t accepted him as one of them?
Her thoughts turned to Bridges Ridley. She couldn’t get him out of her mind ever since she had seen him on her short visit to Chapel Hills a few months earlier. At that time, he had proclaimed his undying love for her, even though he knew she was married to his half-brother Mason Oliver. Later that night at dinner, he had also defended her against the harsh and cruel words of his brother Rock.
“Penny for your thoughts,” Mason whispered.  
Mason ran his tongue around the center of her palm, making revolutions there, and then licking the soft flesh between her fingers. One by one, he pulled each digit between his lips, sucking them until Katie lost her ability to think. She watched him intently. That tongue, that magical tongue had her squeezing her thighs together to ease the ache on her swollen clit. How could she be so turned on by watching him licking her palm? Yes, her faucet had been turned on and the crotch of her panties was drenched with her moisture.
“I like doing this to you,” he said, continuing the assault on her digits. “What else do you like?”
“I like it when you lick me, long and slow,” she replied breathlessly.
“You’re so specific.”
“I know what I like, and I like it when you lick me down there.”
He sat on his heels, and still holding her gaze, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her underwear and pulled them down over her legs. He parted her thighs, and a look of hunger registered on his face. He was really hungry for her. Featherlight, he traced a path up one thigh and down the other, intentionally missing that raging fire burning out of control.
“Did you like it when Bridges licked you?” he asked, his fingers still bypassing her throbbing cleft.
“He never did.”
Mason stopped in mid-action, but her hips continued to form circles on the mattress.
“What about the other two brothers? Did Rock or Jeff ever taste you?” he asked, touching her clit for a split second.
“Never,” she hissed. “Please, please, Mason.”
“Oh my God,” he whispered. “Are you telling me the truth? Was I the first to introduce you to this wonderful thing? You don’t know what you’ve been missing all this time.”
“They liked it when I did it to them, but they never did it to me,” she said, squirming.
“I promise you that I’m going to make up for all that lost time.”
To Mason, sex was like a drug. It was the food of the gods. His mind played around what Katie had just revealed to him. He found it impossible to comprehend that no one had ever tasted her precious flower, partaken of its nectar and the fullness thereof. He would make it his lifelong ambition to keep her satisfied, to ensure she was always happy, and there was no better time than the present. He opened the first button of her blouse, and two full, ripe breasts made their escape. Those two heavy mounds were on display only for him. He started a torturous route beginning at her rosy nipples, puckered and standing at attention, as he worked his way down. He slid off the foot of the bed, raised her legs and eased her body down until her hips were on the edge of the mattress.
Staring at that beautiful flower that he would be the first to sup from, he massaged his cock with long, slow, deliberate strokes, exposing his purple, velvety head to her view with each caress. This caused her lips to pucker with anticipation, and he pushed her ankles down beside her head until they resembled a pair of earrings dangling from her ears. He planted his weight on her thighs to keep them parallel with the bed, and falling between them, he settled in to dine, dispensing small increments of pleasure at a time.
Ecstasy rolled through her veins, touching each nerve ending and disrupting every tender spot in its way. She could no longer contain her emotions, and her noises filled the room. Lapping, sloshing, and gurgling sounds.
“Mason,” she cried out as the waves of ecstasy rolled over her, coming to rest on her throbbing clit. “Oh God, Mason,” she cried out. “Oh, Mason.”
“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against her hot, pulsing pussy.
“I want to feel my skin against yours.”
He got to his feet, wrapped her legs around his waist, and fueled her with his stiff cock, working it around her entrance and teasing her with it until she started to beg.
“Inside, Mason. Inside.”
Slowly he inched it, oozing with pre-cum, inside her entrance, withdrawing it again and rubbing it around her clit.
“Oh God,” she begged. “Don’t torment me, Mason.”
“But I like tormenting you. I love the way you look, Katie. Open, just for me,” he said, staring into her pulsing pussy.
He plunged his length inside her and withdrew it again, causing her to bury her head in the pillow, her groans and moans pushing him to the verge to losing his load.
She moaned loud and long, and each time he withdrew, his cock reappeared sheathed with her nectar. As he moved in and out, he kept his gaze on the junction where they were joined.
“You feel so good, Katie. God, you feel so good,” he said, humping wildly. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me.”
A muffled cry erupted from her throat, and she came, arms flailing. Mason increased his momentum, and his warm, salty spurts flooded her channel, and he collapsed on top of her, his shaft softening inside her before slowly slipping out, covered in her cream, and resting lazily on her thigh.
“I love you, Katie. I love you so much,” he said, his head buried in her neck.
“I love you, too, Mason.”
“That, my love, was one stellar performance,” he whispered, “There’s something else I’d like to know.”
“I know Bridges loves you. Would you sleep with him again if you had the chance?”
“Oh, Mason,” she said, holding him close. “You’re my husband. I would, but only if you wanted it.”
“You still love him, and I know that you want him, and maybe he wants you, too. Am I right?”
“Let’s not talk about that now,” she said, rolling off the bed and heading for the bathroom. “Let’s shower and have dinner.”

Q.     Silke, you have already written about seventeen books. You are given the chance to be one of your heroines, which one would you like to be and why?

A.  Sasha Santorelli! She is the heroine in Sasha’s Temptation, Part 1 of the ‘Five Widows’ series. Sasha fell in love with the exotic dancer, Jack Hammer who was less than half her age. Once she overcame the problem of the age difference between them, love conquered every aspect of her life.

Q.  Would you be interested in a May-October romance?

A.  But of course!  Think of all the wonderful things a younger man could teach you... things that you had never dreamed of. However, for now, that is out of the equation because I am happily married.

Q.  Why did you become a romance writer?

A. I had already written six fictional novels when I decided to try my hand at romance ...  sweet romance novels like those Barbara Cartland wrote. When I submitted my first book to Siren, which of course was sweet romance, they said they were interested in my work, but I must rewrite because they didn’t accept purple prose. Purple prose? I had no idea what that meant.

Q.  Now that you know what it means, do you regret not being a romance writer like Barbara Cartland?

A.  Not at all... Purple prose is sweet and wicked, and those readers with a sense of adventure can read all about it without leaving the safety of their beds.

Q.  When you’re not writing Silke, how do you spend your time?

A.  I love gardening and right now we’ve got beautiful weather in Canada, so I’m out there on the back porch first thing in the morning watching the wildlife. I spend a couple more hours puttering around in the garden and around two or three o’clock, I start to write. This lasts until about ten pm, when I shut shop to watch my favorite show – My Kitchen Rules – Australia.

Q. Your latest book, Possessing his Claim, which is MFM, deals with a free spirit who gives herself freely to three brothers.  Where did you come up with such a  sinful idea?

A.  A very vivid imagination. That’s all it takes.

Q.  The last question Silke, are you working on anything right now?

A.  Yes, I am. It’s another MFM – They call her Bella – It is about a homeless young woman who meets Mr. Right while panhandling on a street corner.

Q.  So Mr. Right, shall we say, may be just around the corner?

A.  Could just be.

Sounds like another winner, Silke.  Thank you.

Thank you Elena. 

Thanks so much for stopping by, Silke.  :)

Monday, June 27, 2016


 Please welcome my guest blogger today Rose Wulf with BLOWN.

Hello! Thank you for having me! Today I'm here to talk about my brand-new release, Blown (Elemental 2)! Blown Elemental Series, book 2 Paranormal romance M/F
Blurb: With enemies that can pull lightning from the sky, it's probably a bad time to fall in love. Air elemental Nate Hawke had it bad for his new renter, Madison Price. He should have been staying away, but then it was too late - her place of work was up in flames. So he planted himself at her side, vowing to stand between his enemies and the woman he was falling in love with, come what may. Madison knew better than to have a thing for her sexy new landlord. She just couldn't help herself. After her work burned to the ground, leaving her with the battle scars to prove it, she didn't have much better to do than think about Nate Hawke. She just never imagined what he and his brothers were capable of - or what it might mean if she were to lose him.
“This was an amazing idea, Nate. Thank you.” It was the truth. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d enjoyed herself as much.
Nate smiled, reaching over and brushing his fingertips lightly along the base of her throat as he leaned down and murmured, “You’re welcome.”
A shiver entirely unrelated to the breeze raced down her spine and Madison swallowed heavily. Her skin tingled beneath his feather-light touch as his warm breath fanned over her ear, and she doubted any woman would begrudge her such reflexes. She leaned back, into his touch, and shifted so that she could reach over and loosely grasp the collar of his shirt as she tugged him closer. He leaned in willingly, and this time when their lips met there was no hesitation. After a lingering moment, his tongue slipped out and trailed along her lower lip before sweeping into her mouth.
Her hand released his collar, sliding up his toned chest and curving around his shoulders until she could tangle it in his loose, dark hair. His hand tightened slightly over the nape of her neck, his fingers massaging the skin, as his other hand landed on her hip and hauled her up against his chest. His tongue slid along hers, more interested in the sensual dance than the exploration that awaited him, and Madison’s other hand lifted to curl into the side of his shirt. She hadn’t expected his kiss to awaken her senses quite so thoroughly, but she couldn’t deny that it had.
He rolled his tongue over hers one more time, letting the motion linger, before pulling away.
Madison dragged in a deep breath, her own hold on him relaxing, and she slowly offered him a small, appreciative smile.
He swallowed as he pulled his hands from her and asked, “So … ready to keep going?”
She nodded, taking a moment to find her own voice. “Can I borrow your phone? I want to take one more picture before we move on.” She also needed to catch her breath. She wanted to enjoy the environment as much as the man sharing it with her and, at the moment, her instincts were to focus mostly on enjoying him.
His lips twitched and he tugged the camera out of his pocket. “Sure.” He handed it over before adding, “I’ll just clean up while you’re doing that.”
“Okay,” she said, smiling again as she pushed to her feet.
Madison moved closer to the edge of the cliff, wanting a picture of the clearing from the other side, and secretly glad that she would get at least one shot with Nate in it. And maybe she’d take a shot of the rocky shore that was surely far beneath them, too. But before she did either, she decided, she was going to shed her jacket. She had cooled down for the moment, but she knew that what was left of the hike would keep her temperature high enough without the fabric. So she dropped the phone in her jeans pocket and shrugged out of the coat as her gaze glided across the surface of the water before her.
She was too distracted to register the shifting of the ground beneath her feet at first, and when she shifted her weight to tug her arm free of the remaining sleeve, it was too late. The ground beneath her seemed to give, sinking slightly, before cracking and crumbling away entirely. The surface of the cliff arched out over open air, and there simply wasn’t enough to support her weight.
For a moment, Madison’s eyes widened and her heart stopped as she felt herself begin to fall. And then an instinctive cry tore from her lips as she attempted to spin around and throw herself backwards. She succeeded only in losing what was left of her footing and finding herself in free fall.
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            Rose Wulf is a giant romance fangirl. Hot, protective, sometimes even downright barbaric heroes and spitfire heroines are her favorites. Rose has been writing for as long as she can remember, and over the years she’s only grown fonder of it. The bonds between characters have always captivated her, and as an author those are Rose’s favorite things to play with – not always to the relief of her fictional babies!
            Behind the scenes Rose is a quiet personality. She enjoys spending her non-writing time with her German Shepherd, Shadow, her mom, and her friends. Be it a fun game of Cards Against Humanity or a relaxing movie night, Rose believes everything is better with company. As for her own romance, she’s still searching for her hero (and hoping that, when she does find him, he’ll be willing to cook!).
Where you can find Rose:
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Rose.  :)

Sunday, June 26, 2016


Please welcome my guest blogger today, the lovely Ravenna Tate with UNYIELDING
UNYIELDING - Tortured Love 1
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Graphic designer Lynda Shelton has agreed to marry Mergers and Acquisitions legend Merrick Dalton for one reason only—to save her family’s company. She’s warned this is a marriage in name only. Merrick will never love her. That’s fine with Lynda because she has sworn off men.

Merrick Dalton has wanted Shelton Energy for a long time, so when he’s asked to save the company, he jumps at the chance. He has vowed never to love another woman, but Merrick can give Lynda what he’s been assured she wants—material comfort and social standing.

The one place where Merrick and Lynda connect is in bed. She has a penchant for his kinky tastes, and he stirs desire in her like she’s never known. But when their secrets surface, the reason they married turns into a dangerous game of illusions and lies.


He kissed her rough and hard, shoving his tongue into her mouth. Lynda melted against him, powerless to do anything except enjoy it. Her hands circled his waist, then moved to his firm ass. He moaned deep in his throat, so she pushed his sweatpants down and reached between their bodies to grasp his cock.

“Oh, baby…” He trailed his tongue across her cheek then down to her neck, where he planted tiny bites along her jaw and collarbone. Lynda stroked him, moving her hand up and down over the entire length of his dick. “That feels so fucking nice!”

He was rock hard and slick, and she was sure she’d go out of her mind with need. Merrick moved his hand off her face and slid it between her legs, massaging her clit with one thumb while his fingers probed her wetness. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you, Lynda?”


He let go of her and stepped back, then removed his sweats and tossed them across the room. When he embraced her again, he eased them both down to the floor. He covered her body with his and kissed her again, taking his time and torturing her with desire.

She moaned into his mouth and writhed against him, running her hands up and down his back and ass. He had such a beautiful body, and the way his muscles flexed under her touch left her breathless. The power emanating from this man was intoxicating. She couldn’t get enough.

Merrick released her mouth and trailed his tongue and hands over her breasts again, then spread her legs and dove between them. “I can smell how fucking ready you are for me.”

She cried out as he clamped his mouth on her pussy, sucking hard. It took mere seconds for her to come, and when he realized what was happening, he pushed two fingers into her wetness. Lynda was nothing at that moment except a body filled with lust. Her mind couldn’t process anything except Merrick and what he did to her.

Merrick moved his fingers in and out, prolonging her contractions until she could hardly breathe, and then he slid a finger into her ass. This time, it didn’t burn. It only served to make her want more inside there. She wanted him to fill her up and fuck her raw. She’d never felt this way about sex. Not even close. This man had put a spell on her and she was powerless under it, but that’s exactly where she wanted to be.

He removed his fingers and kissed her again, rough and hard. “I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

“Yes … please…”

Merrick brushed a hand across her hair in a tender gesture that left her speechless, and then he sat back on his heels, lifted her hips from underneath, and plunged his dick into her pussy. She groaned loudly as the sweet sensations from his thrusting washed over her. Her back hurt from lying on the floor, but she didn’t give a shit. She never wanted this to stop.

He pulled her into a sitting position so she was on top of him, and then kissed her again, cupping her face with both hands. When he released it, he grasped her hips and moved her up and down. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me good.”

With his cock pushing all the way inside like this, Lynda gasped at the combination of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. He was so damn big! But it felt fucking incredible. She clung to his arms and shivered as the muscles in them flexed with each movement.

“Look at me.” Their eyes met, and Lynda’s heart fluttered at the expression on his face. It was a combination of pure lust and awe. “You’re my wife. You’re mine. I’m not letting you go.”

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Thanks so much for stopping by, Ravenna.  :)

Saturday, June 25, 2016


Please welcome my guest blogger Clair de Lune with FROM RUSSIA WITH ROPE

Thank you for hosting me for my latest book, From Russia with Rope. This book releases on June 22nd with Siren Publishing. If your readers would like to they can post questions to me on Facebook and I will answer them as I see them.

From Russia with Rope: The Blood Red Rose Club no 5
Three's not a crowd when two of them are drop-dead-gorgeous Russian Doms, with a passion for rope. Dimitri Orlov and Valentin Polyakov are determined to win Olivia Dalguise. She is attracted to both of them, but fears to get hurt if Valentin goes back home. (she feels she must choose between them)
When danger threatens her and Dimitri's prize Borzoi, she realises what she really wants. Can the Doms of The Blood Red Rose Club rescue her and will Dimitri and Valentin come up with a way to give their sub her happy ever after ending?

Background to the story
The Blood Red Rose Club no 5 is the story of Olivia and her two gorgeous Russian Doms, with the help of a few old friends.


The next evening when Valentin arrived at the club he lingered in the foyer until he got Olivia alone.
“Good evening, Mr Polyakov, is there something I can help you with?”
“Please call me Valentin. I was wondering if you could recommend some cultural activities in Carlisle.” He smiled encouragingly and leaned over the desk a very little. It wouldn’t do to crowd her, but he needed to show more than just interest.
“Why yes. Have you visited Tullie House?”
“Yes, and I found it most interesting, especially the exhibits about the border 'reivers.' It must have been really dangerous to live in these parts with both the Scots and the English raiding back and forth across the border.”
“Yes, I bet it wasn’t very pleasant. Have you been out to Hadrian’s Wall?”
“Devil is taking me on a visit next weekend.”
“You must visit the lakes while you are here. You can go for a boat trip and then eat in a local pub.”
“Yes, I intend to do just that. I may go this weekend, but it’s not much fun if you’re on your own, is it?” He was delighted to see she couldn’t meet his gaze and had to look down.

* * * *

That answers my question. He’s a Dom, even if he’s not trained yet. I could see myself submitting to him, feeling his hands on me, his cock deep inside me. Damnation. I want him as much as I want Dimitri. This isn’t right. What sort of woman am I?
“Well, how pretty you look when you blush, Olivia. I wonder what thoughts caused you to be so uncomfortable. Do tell me.”
“Oh, it was nothing at all. I couldn’t possibly. It’s nothing, Mr…er…Valentin,” she replied. Idiot. What a mess I made of that. Look at the way he’s smiling. I bet he knows what I was imagining.
“Really I’m not good at tourist information. You can go to the old town hall in the centre of town. They’re much better qualified to help you,” she said in the coolest tones she could manage. Why does he have to lean over the desk? That cologne he’s wearing is sinful, not to mention that open-necked shirt. He’s overwhelming, and I could be tempted. But he’s not staying and I don’t want a fling.
“Yes, I know it, but I was hoping for a more personal recommendation, mishka.”
“What does that mean?” she asked, intrigued and immediately regretting it. He’ll take that as encouragement, just what I don’t need.
“It means ‘little mouse’. Has anyone ever told you how adorably you wrinkle your nose when you are thinking?”
“Do I? I mean no they haven’t. I’m not a mouse.”
“You are adorable in your confusion, mishka.”
“I’m not. I mean I’m not confused. You are flustering me.”
“Oh. I’d like to do a lot more than that, mishka. Come and explore the lakes with me this weekend,” he pleaded.
Wouldn’t I just love to do that? What am I thinking? I want Dimitri, not Valentin, charming though he is. If only he were staying. Dimitri hasn’t said anything. What if he doesn’t want me? What if it’s just politeness? It can’t be. I’ve seen the way he gazes at me when he thinks I’m not looking. He’s just shy and needs time.
“What is it, mishka? What troubles you? Tell me and I will help you to sort it out.” His voice was like liquid molasses. It flowed over and around her, stealing her will and her ability to think. Before she could stop herself she blurted out, “Dimitri.”
“Ah. That explains it. You and Dimitri are an item.”
“No, we aren’t,” she replied.
“But he wants you?”
“No, yes, I don’t know.” This is getting worse by the minute.
“You want him? Is that it? Yes, that’s it. You want him, but he hasn’t spoken. Maybe you need to encourage him, and remember a woman can love more than one man.”
“Really?” she said and made the mistake of looking into his eyes again.
“Oh yes. Look at Rose. She has Salvador, Hari, and Olaf.”
“But Olaf is gay,” she protested.
“Yes he is, but he loves Rose and she him. Intimacy doesn’t have to be physical, but it’s so much more fun when it is,” he said, winking at her. “Think about what I’ve said and if you want to come to the lakes with me, let me know as I leave. Please do come, Olivia.” He tickled her under the chin, and then he bowed and left. She stood gazing after him. For goodness' sake. I’m drooling like a schoolgirl. But he is drop-dead gorgeous, and wouldn’t I just love to go and explore him? To hell with the lakes.


“Come with me, Olivia. Serena can cope with reception,” Dimitri said. Startled, she looked into his eyes and the desire she saw there made her toes curl.
“Yes, Dimitri. Serena, I will be back soon,” she said.
“No, Serena, she won’t. You can cope I’m sure.” Dimitri’s voice was low, but his tone brooked no argument. Olivia followed him into the club and over to a comfortable armchair. He sat and opened his legs wide, placing a cushion on the floor.
“Kneel, sub. Eyes on me.” She knelt and gazed up at him. “You’ve no need to be afraid. I won’t hurt you…much. We are going to negotiate a scene. I’ll tell you what I want, and then it’s up to you to choose to accept or not.”
“Very well, Dimitri,” she murmured, her gaze locked on his.
“Well, Dimitri won’t do. ‘Sir’ will be acceptable until we see where this is taking us. Do you want to choose a safe word or use ‘red?’
“‘Red’ will be fine, D…Sir.”
“Good girl. Now you filled in the forms setting your limits. I’ve read them and what I want to do doesn’t push your boundaries, tonight.”
“I filled them in ages ago and I’ve forgotten what I chose, but I trust you, Sir,” she said.
“We’d best add ‘yellow,’ then. If you need a break, or things are getting a bit too intense that will give you a pause to collect yourself and talk to me about what is bothering you. ‘Red’ will stop everything. Do you understand the difference?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very well. Let’s begin by getting rid of all those clothes, Strip, sub. Clothes in a neat pile on that cushion.”
Olivia was surprised at her swift compliance with his order, for it was an order. She removed every stitch of clothing and folded each item carefully as instructed. Boy am I glad I’ve just had a visit to the beauty parlour. At least I am waxed and looking my best.
“Right, now over to the St Andrew’s cross,” Dimitri said. He walked over and selected soft leather cuffs, and then he attached them with Velcro to her wrists and ankles, checking to see they weren’t too tight. He took her left breast in his hand, cupped it, weighed it, played with her nipple until it stood erect and firm, and then he attached a nipple clamp, loosening it slightly when she yelped. He repeated the process with her right breast and stood back to admire his work.
“Beautiful. You have gorgeous breasts, pchelka. I have been wanting to play with them for ages. I am going to enjoy myself tonight.” His words sent a rush of moisture to her pussy and she clamped her legs together so he wouldn’t see. He chuckled.
“No, no, no. You have no secrets from your Dom.” He bent and, pushing her legs apart he inserted one finger between her folds, and then he withdrew and licked off the moisture. She was embarrassed and didn’t know where to look.
“Eyes on me, pchelka. You taste as good as you smell. Not for nothing did I choose to call you ‘my honey-bee.’ Now let’s begin. I want to see the nectar running down your legs tonight.” She gasped and he laughed. Then he attached the cuffs to the cross, leaving her spread-eagled with her back towards him. He checked that her breasts were free and the clamps still comfortable. She began to shake, caught between arousal and fear of what was to come.
“There, there, my pet. All will be well.” His hands on her felt right and she calmed down. He stepped back and suddenly she felt the soft thud of the flogger. He began gently, but gradually the force of the blows increased. It was nothing she couldn’t handle. He pelted her back, buttocks, and thighs. She couldn’t anticipate where the next blow was going to fall, and her skin became sensitised. She felt alive and aroused. The moisture gathered in her pussy and ran down her legs. She didn’t care. She felt herself floating, at peace. She was vaguely aware that he said something, but she didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She wanted to cling onto the delicious sensation as long as she could. She felt him release her ankles. She sagged and, when he released her wrists, she would have fallen, if he hadn’t caught her in his arms and lifted her up. She rested her head against him and gave herself up to his strong arms.
He sat down and drew her to him. “This will hurt, but I will make it better,” he said. When he removed the first nipple clamp and the blood flowed back she hissed and he bent his head to suckle and soothe her tortured nipple. She was more prepared for the second one’s release and enjoyed his attentions to her tender flesh, which his hot mouth and agile tongue soothed. She arched her back, offering herself to him. He redoubled his caresses and she moaned. He reached for water and a blanket, an obliging sub offered him. He cuddled her to his chest. She smelled his cologne mingled with sweat. How delicious he smells. Greatly daring she stuck out her tongue and licked his chest. He growled and tightened his hold on her. Tipping up her face he kissed her, tenderly at first, but as she opened for him and welcomed his kisses, they became more penetrating and passionate. He stroked her tongue with his and she responded. She could feel his swollen cock pressing into her bottom. Suddenly he took hold of her and settled her on her knees straddling his thighs.
© Clair de Lune, Siren Publishing, 2016
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I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired, I became bored with just the domestic routine.
My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then, writing has become an important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.
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