Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff’s terms for his daughter’s release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal’s sanity depends
Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world’s top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity.
Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond.
Escape is beginning to seem like an impossible dream…
Content warning: M/f, F/f, M/M, kinky underwater bondage, dub-con, non-consensual sex
Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.
She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. Think surfing or sailing. She’s a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.
In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside, or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much, she’s one of the few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
Christina is generously running a giveaway during The Ties That Bind book tour and giving away the following:
First Prize: $10 Amazon Gift Card
Second Prize: A signed copy of ‘The Riding School,’ with signed bookmark
Third prize: A black flogger and fridge magnets
Chocolate…the most irresistible temptation?
The Gingerbread Café is all a buzz! This Easter, Lily and the rest of the town of Ashford, Connecticut are planning a truly decadent Chocolate Festival. Cooking up a storm, CeeCee and Lily are not just baking a batch of their sinfully delicious chocolate-dipped gingerbread men, but an excess of chocolate truffles, squidgy, cinnamony hot cross buns and melt in your mouth chocolate eggs. The Gingerbread Café staff have definitely enjoyed the tasting process!
Add in Damon’s cute-as-a-button seven year old daughter, Charlie, up for a visit and Lily’s perfect Easter may just be around the corner. Until her ex-husband Joel turns up demanding twenty thousand dollars… Suddenly the future of the Gingerbread Café is not so clear…and Lily finds herself eating far more of The Gingerbread Café’s treats than her skinny jeans allow…
Can Lily concoct a brilliant plan to save her beloved café, convince Damon she has no feelings for Joel and still throw a Chocolate Festival the town will be talking about for years? There’s only one way to find out…
Welcome back to the warmth, cupcakes and hot chocolate of The Gingerbread Café – your home away from home
This is the second novella in The Gingerbread Café series
Christmas at the Gingerbread Café
Chocolate Dreams at the Gingerbread Café
Coming Christmas 2014 look out for the next romantic instalment!
Other books by Rebecca Raisin:
Rebecca Raisin is a true bibliophile.
This love of books morphed into the desire to write them. She’s been widely published in various short story anthologies, and in fiction magazines, and is now focusing on writing romance. The only downfall about writing about gorgeous men who have brains as well as brawn, is falling in love with them – just as well they’re fictional. Rebecca aims to write characters you can see yourself being friends with. People with big hearts who care about relationships, and most importantly, believe in true, once in a lifetime love.
– See more at: http://www.carinauk.com/rebecca-raisin#sthash.Shhb67x9.dpuf
Thanks so much to Molly for letting me stop by to introduce Dani to you. She seems quiet, but the girl has some fire behind her sweetness, I promise you that.
Your name: Dani Heartview
1. Could you tell me a bit about your story?
After my ex-fiancé, Holden, disappeared one morning without so much as a word, I was left heartbroken. I ran off to New York desperate to start fresh, to get away from the past I shared with him. A year after his disappearance, he shows back up in my life like he hadn’t missed a thing and demanding me back. But this new Holden, well, he’s nothing like the old one in some ways. Physically, emotionally, and characteristically different, I knew there was something going on with him.
Finally, I got it out of him. He’s a dragon, or he shifts into one.
Suddenly, things started to make a heck of a lot more sense.
2. Do you have a habit you wish you could break?
The anxious smoking. It’s not social, or regular, but when I go into a panic, I smoke. Kind of ridiculous, I know. Crappy for your health, too.
3. What feature/s do you like most about yourself?
My eyes—they’re the window to the soul, after all.
4. What feature/s do you dislike most about yourself?
See above. I can’t get away with too much.
5. Do you consider yourself to be an introvert or extrovert?
Before Holden left, I was pretty extroverted. Now, I’m sadly introverted. But I’m getting back there.
6. What is your idea of a perfect day?
Now? Holden, a camera, the forest, and the dragons. That’s all I need.
7. If I asked you to write an entry in your journal what would it be about?
Forgiveness. Being humbled by the weight of it and how it feels to give it.
8. Tell me something no one else knows about you.
Holden knows everything about me. So, it’s not something no one knows. I’ll watch scary movies because I like them but be terrified for a week after because I did watch it. It’s an addiction. A horrible, nasty cycle.
9. What makes you happy?
10. What makes you sad?
11. What was it about Holden that made you fall in love with him?
He told me I was the first thing to ever feel like home to him. What more did I need?
12. What’s next for you?
Our story isn’t done, yet. Things like us can’t be left unfinished, so we’ll be around. Leading our clan, staying together, and loving like crazy.
A Love Unfinished by Bethany-Kris
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Length: 95k—Full length novel.
Release Date: January 10th, 2014
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Over two decades ago, an attack on The Clan of Cobalt left families of dragons in ruins; now, with the clans able to start rebuilding their lives, history is beginning to rewrite, one dragon and one mate at a time…
Dani Heartview spent a year running from the past she can’t forget and it’s about to catch up in the form of Holden Levy. When he suddenly disappeared, she was devastated, but now he’s back. Even if she can’t deny their connection, the man who returned is vastly different from the one who left.
With Holden’s secrets uncovered, the Alpha dragon inside the man is demanding for its mate to be claimed, but there’s danger lurking close by. Still, his abandonment is a monster she can’t shake. Can she forgive to restart their life, and if she does, can Dani handle exactly what it means to be a dragon’s mate?
Clans of Fire, Book One
“Get away from me,” I hissed. “You have no right to be here.”
Emotion broke through on his handsome features, marring it with sadness as my eyes blurred with unshed tears. “Please, Dani…”
“Stop saying my name.” My voice was rising to an unhealthy octave. My heart was pounding at a too fast pace. Why would he be here? He had to have known I wouldn’t want him here. “Stop sharing my fucking air. For God sakes, get out of my space, Holden.”
Holden didn’t even glance back at his friend. “Shut up, Duran.” There was a timber in his tone, something else I didn’t recognize from the man standing before me. I felt wetness drip down my cheeks. “Oh, Dani, please don’t cry…I didn’t come here to make you cry, baby.”
Baby? “Who in the hel—”
“Dani!” Jade was out of the kitchen and rushing over to my side. She barely noted the men or my heartbroken expression. That, or she mistook it for the pain of the coffee spill. “Did you get burned?”
“I’m fine.” Those words were the biggest lie I’d ever spoken.
“She’s not,” Holden replied quietly. “Could you get a cool cloth and the first aid kit, if you have one?”
“I’m fine,” I repeated. “Jade, could you handle these guys, please?”
“Holden, I swear to God if you don’t walk out of this place right now and never look back, I will…” I couldn’t finish my sentence because there wasn’t anything I didn’t already feel for him. Hate. Love. Desire. Disgust. I felt all of that. With him being so close, it only served to make me more confused. Defeated, air rushed from my lungs, in a harsh exhale. “Leave, right now.”
Jade appeared lost. “Um…okay, I’m going to grab the first aid. You’re going to stay here and sit down.”
Duran smiled at Jade when no one responded. “Thanks, sweetheart.”
Holden hadn’t taken his eyes off me. When he moved forward, I backed up. “Don’t come any closer. I don’t want you near me.”
Agony pulled Holden’s full lips into a frown. “Let me explain.”
“I told you this wouldn’t be the best place to approach her,” Duran said. “We should have waited.”
“We don’t have that kind of time.”
“Why haven’t you left?” I asked, feeling a seething rage beginning to take over my initial shock and pain. “Have I not made it clear enough yet that you’re not welcomed?”
“You made it clear.” Holden’s gaze flickered up to the ceiling, a tick showing in his strong jaw. “But it’s not that simple. One minute, Dani. That’s all I’m asking for. After all we were, don’t you owe me that?”
“Owe you?” My hands trembled. The sudden burst of fury and courage that swept over me was all consuming. I stepped up to him and slammed my fist into his chest. Holden barely flinched and the action hurt me a great deal more than it must have him, but emotional pain registered in his eyes. “I owe you. Are you fucking insane? You left me, Holden. Left me in Tennessee with nothing. Not a goddamned explanation, not a goodbye…nothing!”
I hit him in the chest again, disbelief coursing through me. “How could you ever say that I owe you after everything you did to me? I waited for months. I called your phone every day. I texted, emailed, and left messages until your inbox was full. You could have been dead if not for that stupid note. I defended you when it was clear you didn’t want me anymore … Once, Holden. All you had to do was answer me back just once! You up and walked away from me, from our home, and our life without a single care in the world. And you have the audacity to say that I owe you anything?”
“Do not…” he growled, face suddenly mere inches from mine, “…say that I just walked away from you, Dani. I never would have walked away from you like that had I been given the choice. Ever.”
His response only served to fuel my rage. “Well, excuse me for living. What would you call me waking up to an empty house, with a note on the counter, and no you to be seen again, exactly?”
Anger clouded his face. “What did that note say, Dani?”
“Holden, calm down.” Duran was up off the bench, a hand on his friend’s shuddering arm. Rippling tension flowed between the men, but my former lover and fiancé didn’t register the one person attempting to help the situation. No, his focus was solely on me. “Come on, we’ll do this another time.”
“You won’t do it ever again,” I spat hatefully.
“Yes, I will. I have to. I can’t be me without you.” That confession struck me like a knife in the chest, the blade twisting painfully. Holden breathed deeply, the fight suddenly gone from his body as quickly as it came. “I will always come back for you. I lo—”
“No, you don’t. You never did. If you had, this…” I said with a wave at us, “…wouldn’t have happened.”
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to two young sons, two cats, and two dogs. With her children under her feet, animals at her side, and spouse calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something…when she can find the time.
Today I have the gorgeous Lillian Rudolph from Lisa Whitefern’s novel Wicked Wonderland here to answer a few questions.
Hey Lillian! Thanks for dropping by!
1. Could you tell me a bit about your story?
I’m a classical musician, I play the flute for a living, but recently I had to take a job as a stripper, to help pay off some of my adoptive mother’s gambling debts so she wouldn’t go into foreclosure.
It’s a tough economical climate, Lillian.
2. What feature/s do you dislike most about yourself?
I’m probably too weak with my mother, I keep giving her chances because she brought me up and raised me when my birth parents abandoned me, but I know in my heart I’m kind of enabling her gambling problem.
3. If I asked you to write an entry in your journal what would it be about?
The night I was picked up by two gorgeous muscular half-fae and taken for an erotic ride around the world in Santa’s sleigh!
That was quite a night! Readers can check out Wicked Wonderland if they’d like to read more about it. 😉
4. Tell me something no one else knows about you
I have a anonymous stalker, whose face I’ve never seen. The stalker leaves me nasty messages and sometimes vandalizes my property. It’s been a nightmare. So far they’ve never been caught,
Sounds terrifying! Poor you!
5. What feature/s do you like most about yourself?
I like that I can play the flute beautifully, and I like that even though I have a lot of anxieties and doubts about myself, I still stand up to bullies, and I haven’t let my stalker break me.
Good for you, Lillian!
Thanks so much for visiting!
If you’d like to purchase a copy of Wicked Wonderland to read all about Lillian and her VERY hot lovers, here are the links:
Today I’m interviewing my good friend Lisa Whitefern. Her smoking hot Christmas novel Wicked Wonderland is an erotic romance and a paranormal ménage. Although Wicked Wonderland has been available in ebook format since last Christmas, it has just recently been released in print.
Hi Lisa – Who or what inspires you?
Tim Gunn from Project Runway and Eminem (is that weird?)
These are two people who take the whole “follow your bliss, follow your dream” thing into really new creative directions. Sure, Eminem’s pretty negative at times, but other songs like Loose Yourself , Beautiful, Till I Collapse are inspiring in a positive way.
Struggling to portray my vision regarding Wicked Wonderland I kept saying to myself “make it work”. I sent the novel out to the 5 best publishers I knew of that accepted unsolicted manuscripts, and to my amazement I had three contract offers. Thanks Tim Gunn.
Give us an interesting fun fact about your book.
If you were a child of the ‘70s you’ll remember a time when there were no DVDs to watch at home, so if there was something special on TV it was more exciting than it would ever be in this day and age.
How excited my little sister and I were by all those animated Christmas movies full of magic and wonder that only came on TV on Christmas Eve. I wanted to bring this kind of magic to a tale of erotic romance.
Who is your intended audience and why should they read your book?
The three goals I had for Wicked Wonderland were to write a magical paranormal Christmas story, an emotional romance between 3 people in a ménage, and an erotic story hot enough to jingle sleigh bells and curl your mistletoe. It is a novel for people who love sex, romance magic, fairy tales and Christmas.
It certainly is Lisa! I’ve read it and LOVED it!!!
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Wicked Wonderland is in a sense, a retelling of Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer, except instead of Santa the heroine meets two very sexy half-fae men who take her on a magical sleigh ride around the world.
The message is similar to the message of the Christmas carol Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. It’s a story of outcast triumph.
How did you come up with the title of your book or series?
I wanted something magical that would also hint at eroticism and Christmas.
Are you a member of any writing organizations and, if so, have they helped?
I am a member of the Romance Writers of New Zealand which has been very helpful. In 2014 I have been invited to speak on Writing Erotic Romance at Casino Royale the RWNZ 2014 conf.
Wow! That sounds so exciting!!! Wish I could be there. 🙂
It’s a lovely night for a sleigh ride— until something evil takes the reins.
When Nick and Kris, the half-fae sons of human mothers, aren’t using Santa’s sleigh in the off-season to make deliveries for their booming sex toy business, they’re setting off sensual fireworks in the bedroom.
Yet they dream of a feminine third to complete their lives. There’s only one woman they can picture filling that role: Lilly, the girl they both dated in college.
Lilly thought earning extra money stripping was a good plan, until she’s left battered, bruised, and stuffed in a back-alley trash can. Her rescuers turn out to be the dark, brooding dom and the golden-haired sub whose faces—and shockingly entwined bodies—are still the stuff of her most searing fantasies.
While she’s more than willing to take them up on their offer of one perfect night of magic, she questions whether anyone can break into Nick and Kris’s powerful bond. But there’s someone who’s been waiting for this moment all Lilly’s life. An evil psychopath who holds the secrets of her past—unless Nick and Kris can unravel them in time to save her from a fate worse than death.
Explicit ménage a trois, hot m/f/m scenes, hot male/male scenes, a ruthless stalker who torments the heroine, sex toys, sex on roof tops, spankings, BDSM, Dark Fae, birdmen, orphans, strippers, centaurs, a violent battle between good and evil creatures on board a ship, true love, and sex in Santa’s sleigh.
The icy December winds whipped around them, stinging Lilly’s face, but the night sky was clear and full of stars. The cold bit through her flimsy costume, and her teeth chattered audibly. Sonya stopped by the trash cans, holding Lilly tightly around the waist from behind. Kandy grabbed hold of the chiffon on the front of her angel costume. Lilly shook and twisted violently to try to break their grasp, and part of her angel costume tore. “Let go of me, you assholes!” She jabbed backward with her elbow, connecting with Sonya’s stomach, and heard the taller stripper gasp with momentary pain, but unfortunately, Sonya didn’t loosen her hold. “Oooooh! Rudolph’ll pay double for that!” Kandy exclaimed.
Lilly didn’t know why she did it. Maybe it was a way of dissociating from a horrible situation, maybe it was because her heart always ached to make music when she was in pain, but she began to hum, the sound starting low in her throat. She closed her eyes and played a flute in her head, filling her mind with a rich and clear melody, which, for a moment, took her right out of her nasty situation. Then a vicious pinch froze the sound in her lungs. Lilly twisted around enough to look up at Sonya. Something frightening had happened to Sonya’s face. It became very still, and the stripper’s eyes narrowed into slits that showed too much amber and almost no pupil, like the eyes of a snake or some other reptile. A sharp chill ran up Lilly’s spine.
“Don’t fucking hum.” Sonya spat out the words.
“Who cares if she hums? She’s just a weirdo,” Bambi interrupted. “I don’t care what she does as long as she doesn’t take our money again.” The words of the other stripper somehow returned everything to relative normality.
I must have been imaging the whole thing. Must have been the cold messing with my brain.
“You steal our tips, Rudolph, and I’ll give you a red nose, all right.” Sonya’s voice seemed inhuman in its rage. Fear swelled around Lilly like a choking fog. The tall stripper swung Lilly around like a toy, then pulled her fist back. Before Lilly could react, the fist connected with her nose. Shooting pain accompanied a sickening crack. Blood ran down her throat, tasting like metal, and all she could see was an ocean of red.
“Enjoy, Dumpster Girl!” Sonya tipped her upside down and slammed her headfirst into an empty trash can.
“Remember, Rudolph, you’ll never fit in anywhere. You’ll always be an outcast left out of all the reindeer games.” The other strippers convulsed with laughter.
MORE ABOUT THE AUTHOR
How can my readers buy your book?
Thank you so much for visiting, Lisa! Happy sales and Merry Christmas!!!
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
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.”
MORE ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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?
Thanks for visiting, Barbara!
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 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.)