Book Release – Sin’s Haven – by Carlene Love Flores

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Today I’m interviewing fellow Evernight Publishing author Carlene Love Flores. Her novella, Sin’s Haven, is a contemporary romance and was released on November 28th.

Hey Carlene! Thanks for visiting!

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
I want and believe that what readers will take away from a story is very individual and personal. That’s how reading is for me too. But I would like to share the tagline for the Sin Pointe series which is “Love Will Heal These Wounds.” For anyone who has ever felt pain or shame or like they didn’t belong—my wish is that love will find you and help you through it.

How did you come up with the title of your book or series?
I love this question! I named the series “The Sin Pointe Novels” after the fictional band, Sin Pointe, who the stories are centered around. When I was coming up with the band name, I wanted something that would signify how the guys are constantly tip-toeing on the edge between what is right and wrong. This current story, which technically is “A Sin Pointe Novella”, is called Sin’s Haven and it’s about the band’s quirky, sort of oddball webmaster, Benny. He’s been one of my favorite heroes to write because he’s really stuck between two worlds. One of sin and superstardom and the other kind where most normal people live. When he meets his heroine, she’s his haven from that “in the middle” place where he’s felt outcast for so long. In order, the Sin Pointe Novel titles are: Sidewalk Flower, Sin’s Flower and Sin’s Haven. (Working on the next one now, tentatively called Wicked Flower.)

Give us an interesting fun fact or a few about your book or series.
Interesting fact about my series is that it was inspired by an incredible day and night I spent shadowing the security manager for my favorite band during one of their shows. Although my Sin Pointe stories are entirely fictional, I definitely took the magical feeling I had from that experience and put it down on the page. And a funny fact is the name of the Sin Pointe family cat…Figjam, named by the leader of the band. Can you guess what FIGJAM stands for?

I’m going to have to think about that one! Lol! Anyone else have any ideas?

Will you share some encouraging words for authors still struggling for that first contract?
I’d love to. What I’ve learned on this journey is that it’s different for everyone. I have a friend who has been writing and submitting for seventeen years and she just recently landed her first contract. It’s with Harlequin! When you hear that phrase about the business being subjective, it really is true. Until I got my first contract, I kept this sign on my desk: A lot of wrong people have to say no so that the right one can eventually say yes.

Do you have a critique partner? Can you tell us a bit about them?
I have two and I love them. They have this special way of telling me when a word or phrase makes them want to puke in their mouths without making me cry. And their smiley faces in the columns of my manuscripts go a long way.

Can you share two fun facts about yourself?
My middle name really is Love.
The fact I’m a horrible cook was cemented when my mom told my mother-in-law that I make a great bowl of cereal. (Thanks Mom!)

What’s next for you?
Thanks for asking! I’m working on the next Sin Pointe novel, Wicked Flower, which is about the ultra-naughty bass player, Stefan.


When Sin Pointe webmaster, Benjamin Wright, is publicly humiliated on his birthday, he knows he’s never gonna be able to show his face around the guys again. But an angelic hostess who lets him sleep it off at the club seems surprisingly eager to help him out. Is his luck changing or does she just feel sorry for him?
Hazel Temple, bagel mistress by day and club hostess by night, feels horrible for inadvertently playing a part in Ben’s embarrassment and vows to make it up to him—by telling him they had a sizzling hot one night stand. Still recovering from losing her fiancé to suicide, she worries about Ben when he discovers her lie. Is she bound to hurt the men she cares about?
A Sin Pointe camping trip provides Hazel her chance to get Ben’s groove back.
Will her webmaster be the one to rock her world?

Carlene Love Flores is a big fan of the stars (especially Orion), honest music (especially Depeche Mode), and her traveling family (no favorites there-she loves them all). These things inspire her intimate style of romance writing. She feels honored to be a member of Washington DC Romance Writers (WRWDC). Carlene currently lives in the D.C. area where she can often be found listening to live music and looking up at the sky on clear nights. If she could touch someone’s heart with her writing the way others have done for her, she’d say truly there never lived a luckier girl.

How can my readers buy your book?
Readers can go to the publisher’s home page.

You can find more information about Carlene and her book, Sin’s Haven, by visiting her website.




Amazon Author Page


If you have any questions or comments for Carlene, you know what to do!

Molly xxx

Molly’s Mates – Barbara Elsborg – Perfect Trouble

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Today I’m interviewing the wonderful Barbara Elsborg, a fellow Totally Bound author. Her book, Perfect Trouble is a MF paranormal and was released in mid November.

Describe the genre of this particular title. Is it the only genre you write in?
Perfect Trouble is a paranormal story about a female werewolf and a male faerie. I don’t stick just to paranormal, I swap and change between that and contemporary and also the mix of partners. So although Perfect Trouble is an MF, I also write MMF and MM. Depends what mood I’m in when I’m about to start a new book!

How did you come up with the title of your book or series?
I try to have a title in my mind before I start writing because it drives my plot but in this case, I had the character names in mind first. I liked the idea of linking a guy called Jonah with a girl called Jinx. How much trouble could they get into? That led to the thought of Perfect Trouble for the title! In fact, I’ll probably make this into a series involving the paranormal agency that Jonah works for.

What is your writing routine like?
I write almost every day from 8 to 4ish. I definitely am more productive in the morning than I am in the afternoon. I have a room I like to write in and stare at a blank wall – my distraction is the internet. When I get to the end of a section of writing, my break is to look my emails or go on Facebook or Google something. I find I’m very easily distracted. One check of a video on YouTube inevitably leads to me looking at a few more. Once I’ve finished for the day, I start the next day by going over what I wrote the day before. So I add layer upon layer rather than getting it all down and then going over it.

Are you a member of any writing organizations and, if so, have they helped?
I’m a member of Critique Circle, though no longer an active member. I found it a brilliant way to meet other authors who were trying to get published and those who were published. In return to critiquing stories by other members, they critiqued mine. I learned a lot from both activities. What worked as a start, what didn’t. How to show and not tell. What POV meant etc. I found beta readers and critique partners through Critique Circle and it’s a great resource for a new writer.

Will you share some encouraging words for authors still struggling for that first contract?
The obvious ones are – don’t give up! I had many years of rejection letters before I finally landed my first contract – and the acceptance went into my spam – so my other words of advice – check your spam!

Can you share two/three fun facts about yourself?
I used to sell cyanide for a living. My husband, who is not a hairdresser, is the only person I will let cut my hair. I was once kicked by a giraffe. I survived!

Wow! You let your husband cut your hair? Mind you, my husband colours mine but I don’t know if I’d let him loose with a scissors! 😉

What’s next for you?
I’m waiting to do edits on two novels, an MF contemporary romance and a MMF sci fi romance but in the meantime I’m writing a paranormal MM that’s a follow up on a character out of Jumping in Puddles, an MF paranormal. It’s set in Faerieland and the UK and is about a vampire tattoo artist and a secretive faerie.


Blurb for Perfect Trouble

Unwilling to forgo final respects even from a distance, Jinx sneaks to the funeral of a mother she hasn’t seen for fifteen years, and lands in the worst trouble of her life. The alpha of the Washburn Valley pack never stopped searching for her and now he has Jinx, he’s not going to let her go. She’s extraordinary breeding material—a super wolf in every way; fast, smart and an exceptional shifter—but she’d rather eat her own eyeballs than mate with him. She just needs to figure out a way to escape.

Jonah’s been in trouble all his life. The faery is currently under an indenture punishment for theft, but the idea of doing an extraction from the Washburn Valley pack fills him with dread. The wolves know his face, know he stole their gold and if they catch him, they’ll eat his guts, with or without ketchup. But saying no when he’s ordered north isn’t an option. His plan to get into the compound works, but that’s the only thing that does. He’s staked and wrapped in iron without even getting a glimpse of his target.

For a pair born to trouble, a shifter and a fairy could be perfect for each other, if only they survive long enough to do more than run.

Excerpt from Perfect Trouble

“ No.”
The moment the word lurched from Jonah’s mouth he knew he was in trouble. His boss, Tar, glared at him, his knuckles losing color as he tightened his grip on the folder in his hand.
“What did you say?” Tar growled.
“No,” Jonah repeated, hoping he sounded assertive and not in the slightest bit anxious.
He caught Kel’s warning look from the other side of the room and swallowed hard.
“I mean, I’d prefer not to,” Jonah said.
Kel rolled his eyes.
“You… I… How…” Tar spluttered until he found his voice. “I’m your boss. I tell you what to do and you do it. You can’t say no. You can’t say I prefer not to.”
I just did. Jonah leaned back in his chair, put his feet on the desk and clasped his hands behind his head, hoping to fool Tar with the casual pose. Probably a waste of time, but at least the guy couldn’t see his fingers shaking. Kel was mouthing at him not to be so stupid.
Tar spun round to glare at Kel who immediately blanked his face. Did the boss have eyes in the back of his head?
“Have I not made myself clear?” Tar turned forward and snarled. “There’s no choice involved. This…” He brandished the creased file—Christ, are those indentations from his fingers? “Has been assigned to you and you’re going do it.”
“No, I’m not.”
All chatter in the room stopped abruptly. Kel stared in open-mouthed shock. Jonah’s heart attempted to break out of his chest.
“What the hell do you mean?” Tar’s whisper was more menacing than his growl.
“I mean, I won’t. I refuse. I decline.” His heart gave up banging against his ribs and instead bounced on his stomach.
He could have gone for ‘please, I beg you, don’t make me go,’ but pleading was not the way to Tar’s shriveled black heart. But then, he suspected, neither was outright refusal. He might as well have just kept his mouth closed, but according to his mother, he’d never shut up since he’d been born. He might be good at talking himself out of trouble, but more often than not, that was after he’d talked himself into it in the first place.
His boss narrowed his eyes. “What’s your problem? You don’t even know what the job is. All I told you is where it is.”
Behind Tar’s back, Kel mouthed Moron. He didn’t mean Tar. I am a moron. Now Tar knew it was a problem with the location.
“I don’t fancy a trip north. I’ve plans in the south. Important plans.”
Tar strode the few feet to Jonah’s desk and towered over him like an enormous black bat. Actually, with his black shirt, black pants and black hair, he looked like a bat. That’s because he is—sort of. Jonah laughed and snapped it off fast when he caught Tar’s incredulous expression.
“You arrogant little shit.” Tar shook his head in disbelief. “Have you forgotten why you’re here? You seem to be under the misapprehension that you can decide which jobs you do. You’re indentured to me, and therefore to Paranormal Resolutions, for seven years and until that period is up, when I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed. Immediately and without question.”
To be fair, Jonah hadn’t actually asked a question, but for once, he kept a thought to himself.
“I’m incredibly busy.” He wasn’t, but he gestured at the towering piles of PR paperwork heaped on his desk. Not difficult to look snowed under when he never filed a thing nor threw anything away.
“This takes priority.” Tar shook the file. “It’s a simple extraction and it needs to be done fast. You sneak in, retrieve the target and sneak out. Your specialty. You’ve done it plenty of times before. What the hell’s the problem?”
The problem was that he couldn’t tell Tar what the problem was. Shit.
“Can’t someone else do this one? I’d really prefer not to.”
“I’ll do it,” Kel said.
“No you fucking won’t,” Tar snarled.
Too late to claim he was sick. But then, that wouldn’t work. He was never sick. Only the wolves ever came down with anything and they shook it off fast. Well, Kel piled it on just to get sympathy, and it was usually only a hangover.
Tar swept Jonah’s feet off the desk and the chair tipped over to deposit him on the floor amidst a pile of pizza boxes. Bang went his model-in-progress of a ziggurat.
“I don’t give a crap what you prefer. It’s your assignment. You’re going.” He dropped the folder on the desk. “Two days. And don’t fuck it up.”


Barbara Elsborg lives in West Yorkshire in the north of England. She always wanted to be a spy, but having confessed to everyone without them even resorting to torture, she decided it was not for her. Vulcanology scorched her feet. A morbid fear of sharks put paid to marine biology. So instead, she spent several years successfully selling cyanide.
After dragging up two rotten, ungrateful children and frustrating her sexy, devoted, wonderful husband (who can now stop twisting her arm) she finally has time to conduct an affair with an electrifying plugged-in male, her laptop.
Her books feature quirky heroines and bad boys, and she hopes they are as much fun to read as they are to write.

How can my readers buy your book?

It’s available from and

You can find more information about Barbara Elsborg and her book, Perfect Trouble by visiting her website or her blog

She’s also on:

Thanks for visiting, Barbara!
Molly xxx

Book Release : Christopher’s Medal by S A Laybourn

Today I’m interviewing S A Laybourn to celebrate her new release! Her book, Christopher’s Medal is a contemporary romance and was released on 22 November.


Hey S A thanks for visiting!

Who is your intended audience and why should they read your book?
Anyone who loves a romance with angst, handsome Army officers and racehorses. As to why people should read my book – I’m a starving author out to earn a crust. No, really, if they want a behind the scenes glance at horseracing in Britain, this is a good place to start.

Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?

I didn’t deliberately set out to put any messages across, but if the story makes readers more aware of the debilitating effects of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, then I’ll be happy.

Describe the genre of this particular title. Is it the only genre you write in?

This is a het romance, I usually write gay romance. I’d actually started writing het romances before I stumbled into the m/m genre.

How did you come up with the title of your book or series?

I belong to a writer’s forum called ‘Absolute Write’. I made some good friends on there and it was another member who suggested ‘Christopher’s Medal’. The original title was ‘A Poppy for Christopher’. ‘Christopher’s Medal’ actually gave me a little something to add to the plot.

When did you start writing toward publication?

I started writing back in 2009. I was living in Arizona at the time, it was a miserable hot July day and I wanted nothing more than to be back in England. Eva Cassidy’s version of ‘Fields of Gold’ came on the radio and I had an idea to write a romance set in England during the First World War. It failed dismally when it came to generating any interest from agents. Probably because they’d all fallen asleep three or four pages in. ‘Christopher’s Medal’ is that story, dragged into a contemporary setting.

Give us an interesting fun fact or a few about your book or series.

There are quite a few glimpses into what it’s like to work in a British racing yard. I have my own in-house expert-my husband. Plus, I’d helped out in one of the yards we lived in, so I managed to pick up a little practical experience. The yard we lived in is the setting for ‘Christopher’s Medal’.

Why have you become a published author?

I have wanted to be a ‘proper’ author for ages. I just got lucky!

Do you have any rejection stories to share?

My first published novel ‘Stolen Summer’ was submitted to another e-pub. The editor asked for a revise and resubmit and gave me some excellent pointers on what I could do to make the story better. I revised it, submitted it and was rejected. It occurred to me that subbing a very British story to an US publisher was not the brightest of ideas. So I subbed it to Totally Bound and the rest, as they say, is history.

What is your writing routine like?

When I’m writing, I think about the story all the time, even when I’m not writing. I usually write in the evenings for three or four hours and all weekend. Unfortunately, I’m not in a writing frame of mind at the moment because of an illness in the family, but I’m beginning to get promising little twinges, which makes me think I may write again very soon.

What sort of promo do you do? Do you have help?

I’m very stiff upper lip and British and promotion worries me. I don’t want to be all in your face, but then again, I don’t want to do nothing. Instead, I rely on the kindness of friends who’ll let me muck up their blog for a day.

Are you a member of any writing organizations and, if so, have they helped?

No organisations. I can never afford the fees. I will say that if it wasn’t for ‘Absolute Write’, I probably wouldn’t be published.

Will you share some encouraging words for authors still struggling for that first contract?

Read, read, read. Write. And when you’re not writing, think about what you’re going to write. Make sure you have beta readers you can rely on, not friends who or family members. They won’t want to upset you and they’ll tell you everything is lovely, when it isn’t. Grow a thick skin. Not everyone will love your book as much as you do. Don’t take criticism personally, learn from it. Never, ever tell yourself that you know everything there is to know about writing. A good writer will always be learning, always evolving.

Do you ever suffer from writer’s block and if so, do you have any tips on how to overcome it?

Yes. I am not sure if it’s writer’s block as much as it is being easily distracted by the internet, or just being plain lazy. At the moment, it’s just an inability to write because there’s just too much uncertainty in my life.

Do you have a critique partner? Can you tell us a bit about them?

I have several beta readers who very kindly agree to read my stories. I love them all for their sharp eyes and their honesty and their insight.

Which famous person would you like to meet and why?

That’s a tough one. At the moment it would be Daniel Craig. But I can’t imagine that, if I met him, I’d do anything more than gawp at him.

What advice would you give to your younger self?

Stay away from chocolate, don’t be so bloody desperate and gullible.

Who or what inspires you?

My family. They’re the centre of my world.

Now you’ve made me all emotional, S A!!! 🙂

Can you share two/three fun facts about yourself?

(1) I used to be a radio DJ;
(2) I am addicted to sherbet lemons
(3) I make really good machaca burritos (enchilada style).

What’s next for you?

A good night’s sleep!

Grace Webb trains racehorses for a living. It’s a career she’s happy to focus on when her fiancé, Christopher Beaumont, is deployed to Afghanistan. At a time when racing yards are losing horses because of the bad economy, a promising horse like Allonby could be the salvation of her father’s yard. Grace welcomes the chance to focus on Allonby in attempt to stop fretting about Christopher’s growing despondency and the frustration of lousy internet connections.
When Christopher comes home with horrific leg wounds and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Grace is determined to help him heal. While she fights Christopher’s nightmares, depression and rage, she also faces a battle to save Allonby’s career before it’s had a chance to blossom.
Christopher, feeling that he’s giving Grace more grief than love, leaves her. Grace couldn’t heal Christopher, but she can help Allonby and keep her father’s yard running. When Christopher returns, seeking forgiveness and a second chance, Grace gives him that chance. This time she won’t let Christopher surrender to his demons. On the eve of the biggest race of Allonby’s career, Grace faces down her worse nightmare – saving Christopher from himself.

Grace watched the horses file over the gravel toward the horse walk. There was still half an hour to kill before she needed to be on the other side of town to watch them work. She wondered what she was going to do with her guests. Her mother wouldn’t be ready for visitors, so a coffee or tea from her was out of the question until breakfast was ready.
The scent of manure wafted up from Grace’s shirt, reminding her that she ought to change into something clean. She needed caffeine and tried to remember if her cottage was tidy enough for guests. “It’ll be a while before they’ll get over to the Bury side. We might as well get a cuppa.”
She led them across the yard to her house, trying to remember if she’d left knickers drying on the radiator or unwashed dishes in the sink. Given that her supper the night before had been a bag of chips, she decided she was probably safe. The kitchen was too small for three people to be standing around waiting for a kettle to boil so she shooed them into the living room. She noticed that the General immediately sank down onto the settee and made himself comfortable, picking up a copy of Horse and Hound to read while Christopher wandered around the room, hands in pockets while he studied the photographs hanging on the walls.
Oh, Christ…not that one, shit.
Grace’s cheeks burnt when Christopher paused before a picture taken at her graduation party, the day she’d picked up her useless history degree. Knickers on the radiator would’ve been preferable to that photograph, the one where she was wearing an ex-boyfriend’s boxers and a T-shirt with the words ‘old slapper’ scrawled across the front. A paper cocktail umbrella was stuck in her hair…bloody hell. What was worse was that Christopher looked at it for an agonizingly long time, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
She served the coffee then disappeared into her bedroom to find a clean shirt—one that was neither smeared with horse shit nor emblazoned with a dubious slogan.

S A Laybourn lives in Wiltshire and loves it. She’s partial to gin and tonic, loves to cook and watches cookery programmes when she’s not working, writing or reading. She writes m/m erotic romance as S A Meade.


You can buy Christopher’s Medal at Totally Bound.

Check out S A Laybourn at:




Thanks for visiting, S A !

Molly xxx

M/M books by S A Meade:

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Stolen Summer

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Lord of Endersley

Let the celebrations continue!!!


So yesterday saw the release of my novella Wanton in the Wild West and according to my wonderful publisher Evernight it was an All Romance Ebooks bestseller within 24 hours!!! Now that’s what every author wants to hear.

In the novella, Amber Carpenter is wary of men and has sworn that she will never let a man hurt her. But when she meets two handsome cowboys, she finds herself drawn to them both. Her curiosity and sensuality draw her to them and what ensues is pretty HOT indeed!


I have one copy of Wanton in the Wild West for the best comment or question I get here, so come on, join my release celebrations!

What do you think about spending time with not one but two gorgeous cowboys? Is Amber lucky or crazy? Are the erotic scenes in the novella hot enough?

Molly xxx


Today sees the release of my second novella Wanton in the Wild West with Evernight Publishing! I’m so excited!!! It’s a mmf historical erotic western and even if I say it myself, the characters are great fun!


Here’s the blurb:

Sometimes a train journey can take you in an unexpected direction.
It is 1890, and the Chicago and North-Western Railroad now runs into Deadwood. After a year in Chicago, Amber Carpenter is homeward bound via steam train, escorted by two gorgeous cowboys. Amber swore a long time ago that she would never let a man hurt her, but that doesn’t mean that she’s not open to the idea of some fun.
Harry Delaney and Gideon Swain have their sights set on a bright future … if only their tragic past wasn’t holding them back. But from the moment they laid eyes on Amber Carpenter, they knew that there was something different about her.
Can the three of them turn their lives around within the space of a train journey?

Here’s the gorgeous cover:Wanton-WW

Now for a sexy excerpt?

Amber stirred and opened her eyes. She blinked rapidly trying to clear the disorientation she felt.
She was naked. Outside. Wrapped around a naked man.
She lifted her head and looked into his hazel eyes.
“Hey there, beautiful!” he whispered, then leant towards her and kissed her softly.
She enjoyed the warmth of his lips on hers, the feel of his strong, hard body and the growing erection, which pressed into her belly.
“Hello, Harry.” She smiled then realized that the day was cooler. The sun was lower in the sky. “Shouldn’t we be getting back? Before we’re missed?”
Doubt flooded into his gaze, and she wished that she could withdraw her words.
“If that’s what you want. We’ve not been gone all that long though, and they’ll call. Or Gideon will come looking once they’re ready to go.”
Amber placed her forefinger over his lips.
“Okay. Then what do we do while we’re waiting?”
Harry kissed her finger, and then his lips curved into a broad smile. “I can think of a few things.”
He rolled her onto her back and started to kiss her. Amber stretched out, savoring the exquisite sensations shooting through her limbs and flooding her body. She was amazed at the effect that this man had upon her. Just a touch or a kiss could set her skin on fire and her heart racing.
Was this just a physical reaction? Like the engine of the train, which was powered by coal or wood, were her feelings for Harry just powered by lust and desire? Or was there something else unfolding here? Something out of her control that could threaten her very resolve to remain single and independent.
His insistent mouth worked away her fears and her confusion, and she surrendered to him. His mouth on her breasts, his skilled fingers working her clitoris, and his erect cock as it pressed into her leg all took her further away from rational thought.
Then he moved his hand lower. Amber gasped as he tenderly probed between her folds and found the tight hole that led into her body.
He looked up from her breasts for a moment, seeking her approval, and she nodded at him. She wanted this. He returned to suckle her breasts, a feeling so delightful that she felt as if something inside her moved in time with his mouth. She gasped when she felt him inside her, touching her secret place tentatively with a finger. As he moved it in and out, Amber sighed and entwined her hands in his hair. She moved her hips in time with him, enjoying yet wanting more.
When he slid in another finger, she felt her opening stretching. A slight burning. Then nothing but incredible intense ecstasy. So many new and wonderful feelings! He plunged into her then withdrew before plunging again.
She moaned as he covered her clitoris with his mouth, cradling her bottom in his left hand whilst working inside her body with his right one. And she began to ascend again, her excitement winding up inside her like a coiled spring until suddenly it burst from her with a hot gush, and she throbbed into his mouth, time after time after time, riding wave after glorious wave of delight.
Harry continued to kiss her pussy for a while, running his tongue over her silken folds and sucking at the place where he had entered her, and she shivered with delightful little aftershocks. Then he climbed up her body and lay over her, resting on his elbows. His face was shiny with her juices, and his eyes shone with lust and something else, something so intense that it made her heart flip.
“Harry,” she whispered as she cupped his bristly chin between her palms. “Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” He grinned.
“No.” A deep voice emerging from the trees startled them both. “My pleasure!”
Harry pushed himself up to his knees, and Amber rolled onto her belly, trying to hide her nudity.
“Gideon.” Harry smiled. He jumped to his feet and hurried towards the other cowboy.

And yes, folks! It does get even hotter!

If you’d like to purchase a copy, there’s 25% off at Evernight this week HERE or you can go to Amazon, Amazon UK, ARE or Bookstrand.

However, to help me celebrate this week, I’ll pick the best comment or question by 24th November and gift that person a copy of Wanton in the Wild West. So what are you waiting for? Comment or ask away! 😉

Molly xxx

The Girl On The Bus – Raven McAllan

The Girl On The Bus by Raven McAllan


Julia ran out on Tay five years ago, so she can’t be the woman he sees on the bus. However, when she ends up being the one taking notes at his meeting, he knows he will move heaven and earth to make her his once more.
Will she agree, or will she run again?

Be Warned: BDSM, public exhibition, spanking


Excerpt – 18+
Once inside the room, which as far as Julia could see, was empty except for a bed, Mister T gripped her by the chin. “What is the first thing you thought when you came inside?”
Julia answered him without thinking about it. “Is that all?”
His shout of laughter rumbled through her, and his hand on her hair sent zaps of hot hard arousal to her clit and pussy.
“Well we can’t have that, can we? A disappointed sub. Now I wonder what we should do?”
Going on instinct, Julia knelt awkwardly in front of him—she’d done her research on line—put her hands behind her and bent her head.
“Please, sir.” To her annoyance her voice shook and she cleared her throat. “I want to learn.”
“What, pet? What do you want to learn?”
Julia swallowed. “Whatever you wish to show me, sir.” Then she remembered one of the books she’d read. “Within my safe words.”
He’d laughed. “Clever, pet. What are they and what do they mean?”
“Red, stop now. We may discuss why I’m calling red but until we do its non-negotiable. Yellow, I’m not sure about what’s happening, and maybe we need to discuss it further. And green, oh yes, I’m very happy let’s carry on.”
He crouched in front of her and kissed her nose. “That seems to cover it. Well sub, I’m considered to be best at wax play. Are you willing to let me show you the beauty therein?”
Those words spoken in his velvet voice made her ream coat her pussy and thighs and the hairs on her arms stand up.
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.” The salutation seemed so easy to say, and so normal to her, that it rolled of her tongue automatically.
What followed became the most special and mind blowing time of her life. It was all well and good saying no sex, but it had been sexual in its own way.
Tay showed her with both diagrams and pictures what would happen. Then asked her to sign yet more disclaimers, before telling her to shower to remove all lotions and perfumes.
When she’d exited the shower, a tall smiling woman waited for her. Julia blushed. She might not be ashamed of her hourglass figure, but she wasn’t used to flaunting it.
“Master T said would you put this on, please? He reckoned you’d not be happy dressed just in a thong as he’d prefer.” She’d passed a bikini to Julia who looked at it doubtfully. It was so tiny, Julia reckoned she’d be lucky to get her nipple covered by the top, it looked to be an AA cup and she was a DD. The bottom wasn’t much better, but at least it covered her bush.
The other woman, “Call me Callie,” giggled as Julia blushed. The way Callie’s face crinkled up, made her look much more approachable and ten years younger. Julia realized she was around the same age as herself.
“Master T?” Julia asked as she struggled to dress in the bikini without dropping the towel. “Does he ever go mask-less?”
Callie shook her head. “Nope, but he’s so good no one worries. Look, honey, it’s obviously you’re like a newborn babe here. Believe me, no one will bother about your body, except to see the marks of your Sir or Master on it. For hygiene’s sake, if you carry on you’ll shave or wax your pussy, it’s preferred, and you’ll get used to being mainly unclothed. It’s no biggie. Right, you’re playing in private, but I’m dungeon master for you. Master T thought you’d be happier with a woman around.”
The following hour had been eye opening, enlightening, and mind blowing.
“I’m tying you down, pet, for your own safety,” Tay told her. “Color?”
“Green, Sir.” Okay she didn’t know how she felt about not having the chance to move, but then she trusted him to know best. Behind him, Callie leaned against the wall ever watchful. So she did have a get out of jail card.
Once the first drop of wax hit her chest, the intense sting was followed by a flush of arousal so strong Julia almost came there and then. At the stern, “do not come until I say so”, she bit her lip, regulating her breathing instead. She flew. Nothing existed except each soft drop of wax, his quiet praise, and the way she was detached and watching herself flush and blossom.
He tapped her mound gently and spoke in his sex on legs voice. “Fly, pet. Come for me now, Silver, show me how you let go.”

Raven Bio
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
Her very understanding, and long-suffering DH, is used to his questions unanswered, the dust bunnies greeting him as he walks through the door, and rescuing burned offerings from the Aga. (And passing her a glass of wine as she types furiously.)

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