Cover Reveal: Her Deviant Lord by Layna Pimentel

Her Deviant Lord, Pleasure Garden Follies, Book 3


HerDeviantLord_LRGReleasing November 11, 2013

Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing

Genre: Historical Erotic Romance

Warning: This book has elements of: light bondage, and ménages.

Length: Novella

 

Blurb:
Bastian Wycliffe, the Earl of Wendelhem, has finally moved on…or so he thought. En-route to a hunting trip after over-indulging the night before, he endures a frightful and terribly embarrassing swoon. He’s seen a ghost and her name is Cordelia Waite, the Duchess of Downsbury.

Mrs. Weylen, formerly a duchess, has a secret. All it took was the chance meeting in the inn that fateful night for her memories to come back and haunt her. She makes haste returning to London incognito with the intent to clear up misconceptions and to deliver an ultimatum to her former lover.

Yet, when a new found obsession refuses to accept the truth, and her imprisoned husband discovers she’s still alive, their lives and relationship may be in danger. Second chances have never been more precarious.

Related books: Scandal at Vauxhall (Book One), A Sinful Education (Book Two)

 Want to be the first to catch some sneak peeks into this book? Subscribe to my blog or my Facebook page. I’ll be posting some surprise teasers until release day.

 

BIOGRAPHY:
Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.

Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:

Blog: laynap.wordpress.com

Website: www.laynapimentel.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/LaynaPimentel

Facebook: www.facebook.com/AuthorLaynaPimentel

 

 

 

Advertisements

Guest Spotlight: Claimed by Stacey Kennedy

NEW RELEASE ALERT!!

CLAIMED - Final Cover

CLAIMED Book Blurb: 

A novel of erotic discovery and forbidden desire that goes beyond Fifty Shades of Grey. 

Presley Flynn is ripe to experience her secret fantasies… and Dmitri Pratt wants nothing more than to fulfill them. Once inside the elite Club Sin in Las Vegas, Presley is nervous but excited—and determined to surrender to her every desire. Dmitri is her Master, and his touch is like fire. With each careful, calculated caress, he unleashes her wildest inhibitions, giving her unimagined pleasure.

Presley is different than the other submissives Dmitri has mastered. The BDSM lifestyle is new to her, and so are the games they play at Club Sin. From the Start, Presley stirs emotions in Dmitri far beyond the raw purity between a Dom and the perfect sub. For the ecstasy they share goes beyond the dungeon, igniting a passion that claims the very depths of the heart.

CLAIMED is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences.

Find CLAIMED on Goodreads

StaceyKennedyABOUT STACEY KENNEDY

Stacey Kennedy is an urban fantasy lover at heart, but she also enjoys losing herself in dark and sensual worlds. She loves in southwestern Ontario with her husband, who gave her a happily-ever-after. Together, they have two small children who can always make her smile, and who will never be allowed to read Mommy’s books. If she’s not plugging away at a new story, you’ll find her camping, curling up with the latest flick, or obsessing over Sons of Anarchy, Supernatural, True Blood and Lost Girl.

PURCHASE YOUR COPY OF CLAIMED:

Amazon  |  B&N  |  iBookstore  | Google Play  | Random House and other retailers

Connect with Stacey

Facebook | Twitter  |  Website

Connect with Loveswept 

Facebook |  Twitter  |  Website

 

RAFFLECOPTER GIVEWAY !
a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

EXCERPT:

“Master Dmitri doesn’t expect sex.” Cora grunted. “You’ll keep your clothes on.”

Presley Flynn scanned the foyer of the snazzy mansion and looked for something to hold on to as her roommate, Cora Adams, hustled her down the corridor. With a little shove, Cora added, “You wanted this, remember?”

“Clearly, I’ve lost my damn mind.” Presley pushed back against Cora’s hands, trying to hold her ground.

The mansion was pleasant, with thick dark wood on the trim of the doorways and gentle burgundy-painted walls, but it did nothing to settle her nerves. Beneath her feet, located in the basement, was the elite BDSM dungeon, Club Sin. “Maybe I need to go to a therapist. Or skip that part and go straight to the nuthouse.”

Cora stepped in front of Presley, and her big blue eyes, lined with dark makeup, sparkled. Her long chocolate-colored hair fell over her black blouse, and her red lipstick covered pursed lips. “You told me you wanted to join the dungeon.”

Presley snorted. “You said I was a long-lost submissive who needed the lifestyle. Which, apparently, is so far from the truth, since why am I on the verge of puking all over this fancy hardwood floor?”

Cora smirked. “Please don’t puke on Master Dmitri’s floor.”

“Okay, great,” Presley muttered in total agreement. “See, it’s best I leave.”

She turned to get the hell out of the place when Cora grabbed her arm, pulling Presley back in front of her. “One chance, Presley, that’s all you get. If you leave now, you won’t be allowed to come back.”

Cora walked forward, and Presley found herself matching her stride. They passed a grand wooden staircase on the left, leading to the upstairs. A huge wrought-iron balcony curved around the entire upper floor, which led to numerous doors used for God knew what.

They strode by an oval-shaped dining room, and Cora added, “There’s a reason why you read so many BDSM erotic novels. There’s a reason why it turns you on. And there’s a reason why you made the decision to come with me tonight.”

Stopping near the doorway to the office that Presley had been avoiding for the last five minutes, she inhaled. “You’re right. I did come here for a reason.” To surrender to her every desire. “I don’t want to walk out the front door, but—” She pointed toward the office. “I’m scared shitless to walk through that door.”

“Of course you are.” Cora grinned. “Your darkest, most secret fantasies await you in that office.” Without another word, she spun on her heel and headed down the hallway in the opposite direction.

“Do you plan on coming in?”

Presley started at the powerful low voice that seemed to draw her forward, giving the fearful butterflies in her stomach a flutter of excitement. Her feet moved without thought as she entered the office, which looked much like a library.

Books filled the shelves at the far end of the room, along with a grand wooden desk. A computer and telephone and other office accessories sat on top of it. A sleek black leather couch was situated straight ahead, under the bay window.

“Ah, she finally decides to enter.”

Presley froze, as time halted. The man never raised his head to look at her, but he didn’t need to. His presence filled the room, making her entirely aware of him. He sat at the desk, his head bowed toward the paper he’d been reading. With the slight curve to his mouth, he stole the air from her lungs. He was hot.

As the owner of Club Sin and the president of Las Vegas’s top casino, Dmitri Pratt matched the mansion with his wealthy exuberance. Hard angles defined his jawline and cheekbones. His lips were lush and sculpted and his nose straight-edged. The sleeves of his black dress shirt were rolled up on his muscular forearms, displaying a tribal dragon tattoo on his left arm.

When she didn’t move, Dmitri stated, with his eyes still focused on the paper, “Take a seat on the couch.”

Exhaling slowly, she shed the tension in her chest as she made her way to the leather sofa and sat down. The coolness of the upholstery against her heated skin came as much needed relief. She crossed her legs, doing her best to portray confidence.

In front of this powerful and experienced man, she didn’t want to show her apprehension. In fact, she’d never been this uncomfortable around men, but Dmitri wasn’t simply a man. He sexually dominated women, and as a Dom, he did the kinky things Presley had only dreamed of fulfilling.

He signed the paper, then he lifted his head. Presley forgot the world around her, absorbed in him. His piercing blue eyes gazed over her from head to toe before his focus returned to her face. The depth of those eyes pulled her in with the intensity of how he watched her. No, how he studied her. He didn’t give her a quick look but a long examination.

Under his stare, her body went mushy and hot. Flames flickered through her veins as he stood from his chair and approached. Her fingernails bit into her palms as her heart rate increased. His muscular frame didn’t fit his fluid gait. Each step he took exuded authority, like a lion on a hunt, but appeared graceful, with controlled power.

She scanned the thickness of his shoulders beneath his black dress shirt, and she noticed how the fabric clung to him, detailing the valleys of his muscles. Glancing lower, she found the rest of him to be more of the same—powerful and masculine. His black slacks, held tight by a leather belt hung low on his hips, hugged his thick thighs.

Stopping in front of her, he stared at her with impressively intense eyes, and a strand of his stylish blond hair hung across his forehead. “So, you’re Cora’s friend? Presley, right?”

The commanding nature of his voice made her breathing erratic. This man had the capability of making her feel giddy as a schoolgirl, as if he were her secret crush who’d noticed her at last. “Yes, that’s me.”

Dmitri’s mouth twitched, and he tucked a finger under her jaw, tilting up her chin. “Welcome to my home, Presley.”

She shivered at the stern yet gentle hold. “Thank you.”

He slid a finger along her jawline, cocking his head, and his study of her touched the center of her soul, awakening her body in a foreign way. As if, for the first time in her life, a man looked at her and truly saw her. His examination made her bare, totally exposed to him, and unusually vulnerable.

Locked in a stare she couldn’t break free from, she wiggled in her seat, unable to stop herself, then she froze. After another shift, she couldn’t ignore the damp silk between her thighs. How was that even possible—nervous one minute to undeniably turned on the next?

Dmitri’s eyebrow arched, and that sexy smile returned. “Pretty little thing, aren’t you, doll?”

He removed his hold and she quivered, and her body hummed with desire. The memory of his touch remained. The path his finger had taken was scorched into her skin, and the heat within only intensified as she drew in his masculine scent, edged with sandalwood.

Watching the twinkle in his eyes increase, she cursed herself for being entirely too obvious. Or maybe she should curse him for being so talented at reading people. To calm down, she glanced around the office, looking for something to take her mind off of her response to him.

It was hopeless.

The home seemed like a fairy tale all in itself. Along the dark taupe wall across from her were four huge canvases forming a solid picture of a lone tree and a moon, reminding her that she was out of her element. “That painting is beautiful.” Enormous and expensive. “Did you pick it out?”

Dmitri followed her gaze for only a moment. “Do I look like the type of man who’d know about art?”

She licked her dry lips, staring at his sculpted mouth that held the mysterious smile, and she admitted, “Kind of.”

“No, doll, I couldn’t care less about it.” He winked. “That’s what interior decorators are for.”

Dmitri deftly turned and strode toward the watercooler in the corner of the office. Presley frowned at his back. Perhaps she had misread him and he wasn’t as fancy as she’d thought, since he seemed amused by her response.

After filling a tall glass with water, he returned to her and offered her the glass. “Here, drink this, love.”

“Thanks.” She accepted the glass, and settled the cool glass on her lap, not sure she’d get the water down her dry throat.

Dmitri leaned in and gazed into her eyes dead-on. “I didn’t give you the glass to hold. I gave you the water because you need it. Drink up, Presley.”

The stern set of his jaw indicated he wouldn’t relent, so with a shrug, she sipped the water. The cool liquid rushed through her mouth and down her throat, easing the tightness as she swallowed. Maybe she needed that more than she’d thought. He gave a firm nod. “Better.”

As he sat next to her on the couch, his thick thigh brushed against hers, and a spark blasted through her, causing her cheeks to warm. The side of his mouth once again curved as he stared at her blush before those intense eyes zeroed in on hers. “Now, then, tell me a bit about yourself.”

“Well—” She focused on their conversation and away from how incredible his body felt against hers. “My parents are still together and have a good marriage. I grew up in Apple Valley my entire life, but I moved to Vegas about four months ago to live with my ex.” She took another sip of the water and realized she’d almost opened a door she didn’t want to go through. Gathering her thoughts, she looked at her hands, clenched around the glass, and continued. “That’s a story not worth repeating.” No way in hell would she tell him about her ex-boyfriend, Steven Moser, on whom she wasted eight years of her life. “Let’s see . . . I’m twenty-five and have no kids.”

Dmitri raised his ankle over his knee, drawing her focus to him, and she noticed his body shaking in silent laughter. Maybe, with Steven on her mind, her defenses were already on high alert. Or perhaps Dmitri made her feel way too inexperienced and even too nervous in this erotic adventure she’d entered, but her glare came fierce and instant.

He frowned. “Would you like to try that again?”

“I have nothing else to say.” She shifted against the couch, realizing now that she deserved his mirth. In this place, she might as well have a halo over her head. “That’s all there is to know about me.”

“No, Presley.” His eyes were dark, firm, and cold. “In my house, my guests don’t glare at me.”

Had he honestly noticed her glare? Most times when she glared at Steven, he didn’t see it or didn’t care enough to ask what had upset her. “I—”

Dmitri’s eyes narrowed. “If I’ve upset you, tell me, so I can address it. Don’t give me nasty looks that I don’t deserve, considering I’ve hardly said a word.”

The authority in his voice made her insides quiver. It was the meaning in his statement that spoke to something deep inside her—I see you. Even if what she’d done bothered him, he didn’t overlook any of her actions. For the first time in a long time—possibly ever—she wasn’t a shadow, a person everyone passed and never truly looked at, and that made her speechless.

However, at his firm look urging her to continue, she took his advice and asked, “What did you find so funny?”

He dropped his ankle from his knee and turned to face her. “Your little rundown there.” His stern expression melted away to a charming smile, drawing her full attention to his kissable mouth. “I didn’t mean for you to tell me everything about yourself, as if I were hiring you.”

Just kill me now!

His eyes softened, as did his voice. “I meant for you to tell me why you want to join the dungeon, considering you look incredibly nervous.”

She almost rolled her eyes but stopped herself. “Right, I guess that’s what you’d want to know.” Shoving her embarrassment away to fret over later, she put on a brave face and lifted her chin. “Well, I read a lot of erotic romance books and . . . um . . . Cora has told me about the lifestyle, and you see, it . . . ”

With a gentle hold, he gripped her chin, tilting her head downward. “Arouses you?”

He dropped his hand and she nodded, and the water in the glass rippled in waves from the tremble of her hands. Gripping it tightly, she bit her lip, which didn’t ease the flickers of mortified tremors.

“What about BDSM arouses you?”

His intense study reached into her soul. She squirmed against the leather couch, and her skin flushed wicked hot. “Err . . . the sex stuff.”

One sleek eyebrow lifted. “The sex stuff?”

She followed the line of his brow along the masculine contours of his face. While his eyebrow arch looked simple enough, it portrayed a statement of curiosity, and he was beautiful. “You know, being tied up, dominated . . . and um . . . other stuff.”

Dmitri considered her in a way that made her feel as if he noticed every flaw on her face. “I’m going to be blunt with you, Presley.” Before she could inquire what he meant by blunt, he added, “I’d appreciate if you stay quiet while I talk. After I’m done, we can discuss what I’ve told you.” He waited for her nod, then he continued. “A Club Sin submissive can be restrained with ropes, cuffs, chains, or anything that can be used to bind a person.” His grin became devilish. “Doms enjoy being creative.”

Sweet Jesus!

“In a scene, you might be flogged, paddled, whipped, spanked, or caned. You could find yourself tied to a Saint Andrew’s cross, tossed over a spanking bench, or attached to any other device located in the dungeon.”

Damn her body for flushing at those choices, and damn his wicked expression declaring enjoyment. She took a big gulp of the water, which this time didn’t help the dryness in her throat.

His eyes twinkled. “If it’s within your limits, you might have intercourse in the dungeon or be asked to give oral sex; if your Dom is especially pleased, you could find yourself climaxing in front of a crowd.”

Her mouth dropped open, but he seemed not to realize or care. He added, “This isn’t a sex club meant to have vanilla sex. At Club Sin, you are the submissive and are treated as such.” Drawing in a deep breath, he allowed her a minute to process before he said, “There are no slaves at Club Sin. We have submissives who, outside of the dungeon, are equal in every regard. In the dungeon, you are the bottom in the relationship and will need to accept that. You don’t make decisions. You don’t ask questions. You do what your Dom tells you to do.”

A shiver slid down her spine. Not at what he said, exactly, but how he said it. The heated look in his eye and the stern tone portrayed a confidence that her lower half appreciated. Which had been part of the battle, excitement at the thought of a man controlling her, yet she’d been raised to have a voice and thoughts. Meshing the two desires and wants was confusing at best.

His head tilted. “Submissives at Club Sin are expected to be submissive only while in a scene. Meaning you’re not expected to be in high protocol at all times in the dungeon, as in kneeling at your Dom’s feet and avoiding eye contact. These are the rules I’ve put in place at Club Sin, because they’re what I prefer. To be a member, everyone must follow that rule.”

He once again let her process it all before he said, “Of course, you are to respect all Doms with proper address; mind your manners; and be respectful to other submissives. But we are not a club that expects high protocol, unless that’s something your Dom requires of you for a punishment.” That ridiculously sexy eyebrow arched again. “Do you understand?”

Presley nodded and wiggled in her seat, trying to ignore the heat swirling between her thighs. All of what he said were things she’d read about, fantasized over, and the idea that she’d play the submissive role made her burn.

“Some submissives like things others don’t, and that’s why you outline your limits when you sign the dungeon’s agreement. That part of play at Club Sin is nonnegotiable. Your limits will never be broken. If you want to change a limit, you’ll have a sit-down with me to discuss it. I may agree without hesitation, or I might request that I watch you in scene first if the limit change is drastic.” He casually picked a piece of lint off his pants. “What you do in your private life is your business. Here, in the dungeon, what you do is my business, since I’m the owner of Club Sin. All clear?”

She nodded, managing to close her parted lips, but she was unable to look away from his eyes. There, in their depths, she found something so intoxicating, so centered. Dmitri appeared to be the most put-together man she’d ever met in her life, so sure of himself and his choices, and that was even sexier than his muscular frame and gorgeous face.

He flicked the piece of lint onto the floor. “If you don’t follow what has been asked of you, you will be punished. If you refuse your punishment, you will be escorted from the dungeon and not allowed to return.”

Her breath became trapped in her throat, and as if he read her concern, he added, “A punishment can be a spanking with a hand or a paddle, a night spent wearing a gag, or whatever the Dom thinks is appropriate for your disobedience. But no punishment would ever exceed your limits. One thing you can count on is your punishment will be fair.” He tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling gently. “Now tell me how you feel about what I’ve told you.”

“It’s . . . well . . . I . . .” She swallowed, shifting through all the confusion coursing through her veins. Her body burned so hot that she wanted out of her skin. Her mind warned her how insane it was to agree to something that could, in fact, lead to a punishment.

After a moment, she realized the winner of the internal battle was glaringly obvious, because it was why she’d come here tonight. “God forgive me, I liked it.”

Dmitri gave her a long look before he threw his head back with laughter. Her embarrassment quickly turned to anger, and she stood so fast that the water spilled on the floor. “Stop laughing at me! This isn’t funny.”

He slowly looked at her. His eyes had darkened. He rose to his feet with a powerful grace, taking the glass from her hands, and slamming it on the end table with a clunk. “To your knees.”

In a swift move, she dropped to her knees, cringing when she connected with the hardwood floor. The second the pain eased, she realized what he’d asked and what she’d done.

Had she honestly responded to Dmitri without a single thought? Was she seriously kneeling for the man at his feet? And why had he told her to kneel? Because she snapped at him, or maybe she’d glared again? Her mind raced to understand what had happened in the last couple of seconds, but failed miserably.

Dmitri’s shiny black shoes rested in front of her, and his rich masculine scent wrapped around her. He didn’t move, nor did he say a word.

She did the only thing she thought would be appropriate in this extremely awkward moment. She whispered, “I’m sorry.”

Spotlight: Rock Your Soul by Sara Brookes


Today I’m showing off a really great story by one of my favorite authors.
Geek Kink is the way to go by the way, once you fall for one of Sara Brookes’ “geeks” you’ll never be the same. *g*


ROCK YOUR SOUL
Geek Kink Series # 2

Beth has been scarred both inside and out by a sadistic Dom and has worked hard to put the pieces of her life back together. However, the successful disc jockey knows one piece doesn’t quite align. She yearns to submit and searches for the one Dom she’s convinced will help bring her to lusty new heights.

When Ryan agrees to assist Beth, he’s surprised by her determination to persevere. Intrigued, he pushes her limits by using his gifted carpenter’s hands to bring her wild, erotic pleasure. Ryan, though, has scars of his own, and a tragic past filled with death keeps him at a distance.

Beth discovers what she needs in Ryan, and her journey mends Ryan’s heart. But when the life Beth abandoned rises from the shadows, Ryan realizes there’s something far worse than his tortuous past—a future without Beth.

Warning: Get your world rocked by two very tortured souls who come together in a blinding explosion of sensual passion that knows no bounds. Except when there are ropes, custom-carved floggers, glass dildos and motorcycle sex involved. Oh, and did I mention the m/f/m ménage scene? One can never have too many skilled men ready to lend a…hand.

Buy Your Copy:  
Ellora’s Cave:  

Excerpt:

“To your knees.”

She blinked, stunned at the power and command in his voice. As the control washed over her, she wanted to respond, but she found herself too annoyed things weren’t going according to plan. While she’d expected him to ask her questions to find out what he was in store for, she didn’t expect anything of this magnitude.

Angry, she returned his glare.

He smirked. The reaction caused her insides to turn to jelly, her vitriolic thoughts vanishing on the chilly night air. Why did he have to be so goddamned handsome and annoying at the same time?

“I suggest you listen if you want me to consider taking you on as I don’t like repeating myself. To. Your. Knees.”

She opened her mouth to protest and he tilted his head down just enough to give her another message. A very stern one she couldn’t help but listen to. He would not be ignored.

She dropped her hands to her sides and slowly lowered to her knees. The rough rocks immediately bit into her shins, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing him she was in pain. She heard the unmistakable sound of buttons popping on his jeans and looked up just in time to see him part the denim. What in the Sam hell did he intend to do? If he expected her to suck his dick right here and now, he’d better think again.

“Eyes down.”

The authority behind those two words coursed through her, compelling her to obey. It had been a long time since she’d had this kind of reaction. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she complied. The denim pooled around his ankles and she found herself staring at the pile.

Just as she started to wonder if Elena had been out of her mind to recommend this man, his hand slid against the top of her head. His touch was almost calming and, despite her annoyance, a feeling of tranquility washed over her. His fingers combed her hair, catching the elastic holder from her ponytail, pulling it free. He continued to run his fingers through the strands, fanning out her hair. She relaxed under his persistent touch. The pain in her legs melted away and she gave a soft sigh as her body started to quietly buzz.

Yes.

The crunch of rocks jolted her back to the moment. She listened to him move away, leaving her alone on the rock path in front of his house.

What in the hell?

Beth looked to the left and her eyes widened in surprise as she spotted him. He strolled toward the small lake at the front corner of the field, towel swinging in his hand as he walked. Those jeans of his were at her feet and she now had an unobstructed view of his bare ass.

A very firm, very tan, perfectly formed ass.

Christ on a slinky going down an up escalator if he doesn’t look even better out of those jeans.Transfixed by the bunch and pull of the muscles in his thighs and butt as he walked over the uneven ground, she forgot her place and openly gawked.

When he reached the bank at the water’s edge, he dropped the towel and walked right into the lake. She expected him to dive under the surface, but instead he slowly moved until the water lapped as his hips. He sunk as if he were a knife cutting through the water, disappearing with no more than a quiet ripple disturbing the surface. The lake smoothed in seconds.

The only indication she ever had company were those damn jeans on the ground in front of her.

Author Bio:

Sara Brookes is an award-winning author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story. Born and bred in Virginia, Sara still lives there with her husband and daughter. The entire family is owned by two cats, Galahad and Loki, who graciously allow the family to cater to their every desire.

Author Links:

Announcement List: http://eepurl.com/mbG31

Guest Author: Interview with Doris O’Connor



I’m delighted to welcome fellow Evernight Publishing author, Doris O’Connor to the blog today to discuss her latest release, The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin
So have a seat, grab a cup of coffee, tea or OJ and get to know this prolific and terrific author.

Tell us, Doris, what 3 words do you think describe you best?

Hmm, let’s see: Passionate, Determined, Loyal

Would your friends/people who know you best agree with those 3 words or would they add some of their own?

Lol, well, they would, but I also reckon, they’d put stubborn, bratty, opinionated,  mad, and coffee and chocolate obsessed 😉

What would we find you doing on a quiet Friday night at home (aside from writing)?

Make out with hubby, lol. He has Friday afternoons off. Sadly, this never happens though, because the toddler is always underfoot and if by some miracle he’s asleep, teen son #2 is off from college that day, and all we’d hear would be gagging noises.

If one of your stories was to be a made for TV movie, which book would you hope it would be?

I would love to see the Giovanni made it into series. If I had to choose just one, it would be The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin.

How do you develop your plots and your characters? Do you use any set outline?

Haha, an outline. My muse dies a little at the mere mention of an outline. She really does. I’m a pantster through and through. All of my stories start of as vague ideas. Sometimes I get a scene, an opening chapter. Sometimes it’s the hero or heroine who suddenly pops into my head. I am completely character driven. They tell the story and I listen. It’s as simple and as awesome as that. I run into trouble when I start doubting the process.

They know their stories.

What books/authors have most influenced your life?

Every book that I have ever read has influenced me in some way. By far the most influential has to have been Gone With The Wind. I read it as a teenager, and have re-read it countless times. Rhett Butler was the first literary hero I ever fell hopelessly in love with, and I started reading romance novels soon after. I haven’t stopped reading them since.

What 2-3 things have you learned in this business that you’d like to share with others, especially aspiring authors?

Never, ever give up. Keep writing. Rejections aren’t personal. Publishing is a subjective business.

What is your favorite genre to write? Is there a genre you haven’t written yet that you hope to tackle some day?

I vacillate between writing contemporary and paranormal. I love them both, and my muse can never make up her mind. I have just finished a Sci-Fi story and that was fun, so I can see myself writing more of those. Always Romance, of course JOne day I’d like to write a historical—we’ll see.


Contemporary BDSM Erotic Romance
Now, about your story, The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin, what details can you give us about this story?

Here’s the blurb:

Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy.  When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.

Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.

Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?

Where did the idea for this story originate?

I read a newspaper article about a virgin auctioning off her virginity and that got my muse to thinking. The story developed from there.

Which character was the most difficult to work with – the hero or heroine?

I’m not sure either was particularly difficult.  There were times when I would have quite gladly bashed their heads together for being too stubborn for their own good though 😉

What makes this couple perfect for one another?

They are both very passionate and family oriented people. Some might say traditional. Both will do anything for the people they love. They have to fight their inner demons to open up to each other, but when they do, they heal each other like only true love can.

Did the story turn out the way you planned from the beginning? If not, what change happened that you didn’t expect?

LOL! Well, for starters I was aiming for a much lower heat level with this one. But once these two are married —well, Lakota revealed a side of him I didn’t knew he had—a rather kinky side. So this is now heat level four and you may want to sit in front of a fan whilst reading it. 😉 You will also need a box of tissues, because it turned out much more emotional than I thought it would, and the villain in this piece … you may want to jump into your e-reader and strangle her. I wrote the (insert expletive of your choice) and I wanted to strangle her!

Do the characters come first or the storyline/plot?

In this instance it was the idea. Virgin auctioning off her virginity. Then I had a scene where she is discussing who on earth acquired her, and then finally the hero.  It varies from story to story as to what happens.

What do you hope readers take with them after they’ve read this story?

That love is worth fighting for.

If this book is part of a series…what is the next book?

It isn’t, but there is a subplot involving Alice’s sister Mary, and I may or may not have to write her story.

What’s next on Doris O’Connor’s coming soon bookshelf? Any details you could share with us?

I have a paranormal Romance On The Go story releasing May 31st, called Under Orders…

Who ever heard of being ordered to wear vibrating panties to a business meeting? The visiting CEO may be sex-on-legs-gorgeous, but Anna knows a sexual harassment case when she sees it. No one is going to order her to entertain Jonathan Symmonds—no one but her own body it seems.

Jonathan proves a hard man to resist. When he reveals his secret identity, this daughter of a slayer ought to be running for the hills not play submissive to his dark side.

Will passion and a shared past be enough to keep them together, or is their bond doomed to end at the stake?

 ~~~

I am also part of an Anthology of naughty short stories, called Her Type Of Guy,which is scheduled for release in June.

For every desire, there’s a man to meet it. Someone’s annoyance is another’s kink. In this naughty collection of short stories, indulge your fantasies, and follow our heroines as they find just the right type of guy or guys…

From bouncing cocks to virgins, slow coaches, true Scotsmen, and messy play partners, sex toy experts and their mischievous friends, these guys are in need of their ladies. Why is one guy too grumpy to believe, another always too early? And can there ever be a future with a hired killer?

Only one way to find out. You might just meet your ideal guy.

Fast & Fun:

Silk, satin or flannel jammies? Flannel for sleeping, Silk for other … err … activities

50 Shades of Grey or no thank you? No, thank you very much!

Hot Fudge Sundae or Banana Split? Hot Fudge Sunday

Iron Man or Thor? Both, lol

Handcuffs or rope? Rope

Feathers or Floggers? Floggers

Wine or beer? Beer

Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate

Favorite Food? See above, lol

Heels or running shoes? Running shoes

Comfy sweats or jeans? Jeans

Coffee or Tea? Coffee in the morning, tea in the evening

Camping or Hotel? Hotel

Do you believe in second chances? Depends what the misdemeanor was

Where can readers contact you?

Thank you very much for being here, Doris. We all wish you the best of luck!!

Thanks so much for the great questions!

Excerpt:                                                     

He’d bound her to him with the ridiculous terms of their arrangement, and he had no idea how she really felt about him. That her body desired him, of that there was no doubt. Could there ever be more between them? Was the trust she exhibited in her submission to him enough to build a relationship on?

Would she want to stay with him once the arranged time was over? His little Alice was a romantic. Would she settle for a life with what little he had to offer, knowing full well that he was incapable of ever saying the words every woman wanted to hear?

“Lakota?” Her uncertain whisper shook him out his maudlin thoughts. This was here, and this was now. He would live in the moment and worry about all that later. Right now he had his woman where he wanted her.

“I’m here, my sweet. Relax.”                    

She drew in a breath and another, in a visible effort to calm her nerves, and he bent down and kissed her again.

“Remember those candles you admired on that stall in Colombo, my sweet?”

She stilled completely and her breaths grew choppier, and he smiled.

“I see that you do… Now, feel their kiss, and fly for me.”

He’d gone hard as nails in the middle of the crowded market at her innocent reaction to his whispered comment that these were far more than scented candles. He’d bought them on impulse, waiting for the right moment to introduce them. He knew her well enough by now to know how far he could push her, and he wanted to give her the pleasure this play brought.

She flinched at the first drop of wax hit her just below the collarbone, and he swiped the drop away, watching her closely for her reaction. Again and again he repeated the process, until she arched into the touch of the wax on her skin.

He drew patterns around her breasts, leaving the wax to settle, and letting the flame burn a little hotter each time. Her breathing changed to the slow, deep state of relaxed awareness he wanted her to be in as he scribed what was in his heart on her quivering tummy.

By the time he was done his dick was just about ready to explode, and Alice was so wet, the covers were stained under her ass. He smiled to himself at the face of housekeeping in the morning and poured one last heavy drop of wax over her hugely distended clit at the same time as he thrust his cock into the tight clasp of her body, with a growled, “Come for me, baby.”

****

Alice came so hard and so fast she could barely catch her breath. The sensation of the hot wax dripping over her most sensitive flesh coupled with the feel of him sliding deep into her core, his weight pinning her in place proved too much.

She was dimly aware of Lakota reaching his own pinnacle in record time, and then she was free. Released from her bonds and held securely in his arms, she blinked to get her eyes to focus.

Her body was covered in multi-colored patters of wax, and he’d traced a word into her lower abdomen—Mine.

Alice bit back her tears, and Lakota’s hands settled over her fingers tracing the word. She looked at him, and she held her breath at the emotion she glimpsed in his eyes, before he masked it.

“I will run you a bath, and you can soak it off. I’m not going near that beautiful skin of yours with a knife.”

“Do we have to take it off?”

He grew very still at her husky question, and his voice was hoarse when he finally answered.

“I don’t want you getting sore. This is your first time. We don’t know how your skin will react.”

Alice smiled at the protectiveness and concern behind those words.

“I seem to be having a lot of firsts around you, Mr. Kemnay.”

BUY LINKS:

Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

CONTEST

I am giving away two copies of The Billionaire’s Unwanted Virgin. Follow me on my tour and leave a comment on each stop. Every comment is an entry into the contest. I will pick winners by random selection on Monday 27th May.

In addition I am giving away a copy from my back list on each stop.  Good Luck, and thanks for reading.

Here are the stops:

 

Interview with Sara Brookes


Today we welcome, Award-winning, multi-published and uber-talented author, Sara Brookes. I know quite a bit about this wonderful woman already, but I confess, I learned a few things through this interview too *g*

So, Sara, what’s new in your life? I know you’re a Mom, Wife, Tech-Guru, you work full time as well as writing – there has to be some fun though right?

I’m getting really excited for the summer movie season. Movies are my escape. I buy them as frequently as I buy books. But, I mean, really – Iron Man 3, Star Trek Into Darkness, Fast and Furious 6, Man of Steel, Monsters University, Despicable Me 2, Pacific Rim, The Wolverine – I could go on and on, but wow. That’s quite an impressive lineup and I’m looking forward to spending my summer in air conditioned bliss!

What 3 words would your husband use to describe you?

Creative, Passionate, Caring (yeah, he got a big sloppy kiss for those *g*)
 

What is a day in the life of writing like for you – take a Saturday when you don’t have to work outside your home and your family is off somewhere, and the house is quiet?

 I’m an early riser, usually around 5 am, so I’m up before the rest of the family. First order of business is always coffee. I usually work through any pending email I didn’t get to during the week, catch up on Twitter and Facebook, peruse through Ebay (ok, so yeah, that’s totally not work related at all) and then settle in to handle edits or get some new words.  I’ll take a break around noon, grab lunch and on Saturdays, send off the family (husband golf, daughter teaching dance). Which means another three or four hours of uninterrupted work for me. Word counts aren’t always high, but any day I can get in more than a thousand words, I’m happy. It’s rare I can get words in during the week because of work, which is why I write so slow.

You write in many different genres…which is the most fun? Which is the most challenging?

Believe it or not, the most fun genre is also the most challenging – which is anytime I work with a book that involves BDSM. Her Master’s Collar has D/s elements because it works for the two characters. They don’t consider themselves in the lifestyle, but they do have the Dominant/submissive dynamic between them sexually.  Not every book is like that however. The Edge series books (Ragged Edge and Reclaiming the Edge) are definitely heavier and more prevalent, the scenes are more intense. The BDSM lifestyle is ingrained in the character’s minds and bodies. I tend to write those scenes with a heavier hand toward more frank language. The Geek Kink series (Taking Over Me, Rock Your Soul, Break Me In and Glad You Came) are BDSM as well, but not as edgy. They’re small town erotic romances where the characters just happen to like tying one another up. *g* The frank language isn’t as frequent or heavy in that series.

I mentioned above that you’re a Tech-Guru – you share a lot of knowledge with us on Techie Tuesdays on your blog – have you always been interested in techie stuff?

Yes! My parents gave me a Commodore 64 when I was around 10 or 11. They also gave me a book that taught me how to write small programs and from there, my love of tech was born. I’ve always had a computer since then, even if it wasn’t top of the line. Usually I preferred it not to be so I could fiddle and add stuff as I needed. I spent a few years studying computers in college and I even work in a tech-rich field for my day job. 

If you were to be swept away into a Sci-Fi world – what would the setting be like?  What type of hero would come along to save you?  Set up the type of Sci-fi adventure you’d like to be the heroine in?

It would be a cross between Star Trek, Star Wars, Blade Runner, The Matrix and Firefly. Just throw all my favorite futuristic/sci-fi worlds & heroes into a blender and hit Frappe.

How do you develop your plots and your characters? Do you use any set outline?

My characters usually hit me upside the head so hard I see stars or they kick my ass until I notice them. I rarely ever have a plan going into a book other than a basic idea of where I want to start, where I want to hit for the climax and the end. Sometimes this process is fabulously freeing and other times it’s frustratingly obnoxious. LOL

What books/authors have most influenced your life?

I started reading Stephen King’s books at a very young age. Probably way younger than I should have been. But I was hooked on how rich and vibrant these worlds he created were. Even if the oddest things were occurring to the characters, he kept me captivated with everything that was happening. I cared about these characters – a lot.

Now, about your story, HER MASTER’S COLLAR.  A Sci-Fi/BDSM Romance available with Ellora’s Cave – the Aeon line – what insight can you give us into the story/the characters? 

It’s a reunion story about two people who are very much still in love with one another. But Korene’s anger and Roland’s shame have kept them apart for the past ten years. Now they’re forced to work with one another and the sparks start flying right off the bat. But Roland has secrets and once they’re revealed, Korene has to decide if Roland is still the man she fell in love with years ago.

For those that may not know — what is Ellora’s Cave’s “On the Hunt” series about? How does Her Master’s Collar fit into it? 

Ellora’s Cave put out a call for hot bounty hunter stories last year. Her Master’s Collar was in the works already, but without the bounty hunter hook. I’d actually been looking for the defining thing that would hold the story together, and when I heard about the sub call – I knew this was it. Her Master’s Collar is actually the kick off book for the series – so keep an eye out for other On The Hunt books by other authors throughout the month of May!

Did anything specific influence the idea for this story?

Yes! A fortune cookie – I’ll actually talk about it in another stop on the tour. It’s actually quite an amusing and interesting story.

What was the most difficult thing/scene to write in this story?

Not so much difficult as surprising was the first time Korene submitted to Roland again after his return. Why did it surprise me? Here I’d written this incredibly strong woman who used her anger at Roland to build a highly-profitable company and she drops to her knees the moment he commands it. I’m not new to writing BDSM and I’m very familiar with the ins and outs, but I had to pull back and actually ask why. Even on her knees in front of him, she is still this amazingly strong woman. I loved writing her.

What do you love most about the Sci-Fi genre?

The endless possibilities. In Her Master’s Collar, the story starts in New Washington. Since I was working in the future (roughly 45 years in the future) I had the freedom to create the world how I wanted. Washington DC as we know it doesn’t exist anymore, the city is in total disrepair as the Government doesn’t exist as we know it today. Instead there is a World Government. Cars are auto-driving and react to voice commands. Roland and Korene travel to Mars on an elite-class cruise transport (think of a cruise ship in space) and they wear a special mask and suit to walk around on Mars (far less bulky than our current astronaut’s space suits). I love the freedom of creativity that writing sci-fi allows me.

Did the story turn out the way you planned from the beginning? If not, what change happened that you didn’t expect?

It’s not exactly as I envisioned, but it is certainly better than I expected. The bounty hunter angle came later and I had to rewrite the story when I realized that was the hook I’d been looking for. The hard work was worth it in the end though as I’m very pleased with the way it turned out!

If this book is part of a series…what is the next book? Any details you can share?

I would love to be able to write a few additional books about the rest of Roland’s team members. The snarky back and forth between Markus and Finley is hiding something more between them – I just know it! And Valentine? Phew. That man has some really big issues and after the events on Mars, he has even more problems. I would love, love to delve deeper into his mind. Of course, writing those stories comes down to time and commitments. Right now, I have to finish the last two books of the Geek Kink series and those are keeping me pretty busy. But I never say never!

What’s next from your  bookshelf of coming soon titles? Any dates you could share with us to mark on our calendars?

May 31st, the next book in my Geek Kink series, Rock Your Soul releases from Ellora’s Cave under their Taboo line. Two strangers united by a passion so intense, their erotic bond threatens to shatter both of their already broken souls.

Fast & Fun: 
Flannel or silk? Flannel
Wonder Woman or Xena? Wonder Woman
Iron Man or Thor? Iron Man
Wine or beer? Wine
Favorite Food? Currently, anything involving bacon
Heels or running shoes? Running shoes
Comfy sweats or jeans? Jeans
Coffee or Tea? Coffee

Where can readers contact you? 

Announcement List: http://eepurl.com/mbG31

Thank you very much for being here. We all wish you the best of luck!!

Thanks so much for having me here!

HER MASTER’S COLLAR
Sci-Fi / BDSM Erotic Romance
The last thing Korene needs in her life is a former Master who abandoned her ten years ago. But when her employees are taken hostage on Mars, she’s forced to work with Roland whether she likes it or not. Sparks fly the moment the perfectly chiseled man saunters into her conference room; a sign their incredible chemistry is still just as potent.

Roland has a job to do, but he struggles with his unrelenting desire for the only woman he ever loved. Seeing the strong-willed Korene on her knees again is enough to shatter Roland’s willpower. And give him a raging hard-on.

Their distracting lust could flame out of control if they aren’t careful.

WarningFire up your thrusters to embark on a secret mission with a snarky submissive who knows the meaning of courtesy and her smoking hot former Marine Dom who isn’t afraid to wait one more day. The sexual chemistry between these two is so sinfully hot, it’ll melt the plastishield of your spacesuit helmet. Houston, we have a problem.

Her Master’s Collar is published by Ellora’s Cave, and will be available from Amazon UKAmazon USBarnes & NobleKobo and more as of 1st May.

Contest Info:
One winner will be chosen from the Rafflecopter entries for a special Swag Pack (with a Never Take It Off bracelet supporting the military). Entries will be accepted from midnight 5/6 and run through midnight 5/10 (all times EST).


TAKING OVER ME by Sara Brookes (Giveaway)

Yippee—it’s release time for Taking Over Me, the first book of my Geek Kink series! To help me celebrate, some fantastic friends of mine are gracious enough to give me a hand ((A list of them can be found over on my site here: http://www.sarabrookes.net/2013/03/20/new-release-taking-over-me-a-special-contest) So here’s the blurb and a little snippet (there are four different snippets around the blitz). Be sure to stick around, there’s a giveaway at the end.

He’s everything she didn’t know she needed…
Allison would rather fix computers than worry about sex. That is, until the newest barista in town changes everything. All it takes is one hot stare with his sinful baby blues to remind her she’s not just one of the guys. She has lusty needs only he can fulfill.
Patrick’s coffee shop is on the verge of an epic failure, until Allison takes charge of his computer system. He may not know anything about motherboards, but he does know how to take control—in and out of bed. Now Patrick is determined to get what he wants—Allison in his cuffs. His sensual mastery awakens an intense passion and under his command, he’ll unlock the geek girl’s darkest desires.

Warning: Collars. Cuffs. Clamps. Coffee.
You may never look at your local barista the same way again.

Excerpt:

An orgasm ripped through Allison the moment her eyes opened.
She frantically grabbed for the sheet in order to have something to hold onto as she careened out of control. The release was a sharp hit that faded so quickly, it caused her to blink at the ceiling a few times as she tried to gain her bearings.
Her entire body tingled. Both from the remnants of the orgasm and a night spent sleeping with one of her toys inside of her. It hadn’t been hard to follow Patrick’s request once he cut the phone call. Exhausted from the rigors of the day, she’d nearly been out before her head hit the pillow. In a deep sleep, her dreams had been filled with stunning images and explicit imagery she never thought her own brain capable of.
She’d thought life with Patrick couldn’t possibly get any more interesting. Yet she’d just discovered this fascinating world he’d plunged her into had another layer. She’d never been this interested in sex. Never been this aware of her body and most of all her sexuality.
Patrick had just made her come harder than she ever had before and he hadn’t even been in her home to witness the explosive moment. His rumbling voice seemed to still ripple through her, even though it had been hours since they’d talked. Her breasts were swollen and tight, her nipples pebbling to sharp points as they were teased by the cool air from her overhead fan. Her muscles trembled under her hands as her palms skimmed over her thighs. A quiet gasp filled the air as her thumbs brushed against her mound.
What she wouldn’t give to have him lying beside her so she could climb on top of him and ride to her heart’s content. She wanted to stay home and simply bask in the delicious way she felt—in the way Patrick made her feel so out of control and special.
Holy geez, when had she turned into such a kinky woman?

~*~

Sara Brookes is an award-winning author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story. Born and bred in Virginia, Sara still lives there with her husband and daughter. The entire family is owned by two cats, Galahad and Loki, who graciously allow the family to cater to their every desire.

Sara can be found:
Special Announcement List: http://eepurl.com/mbG31

Book Link:

Giveaway Details:
One winner will be chosen from the Rafflecopter entries for a special Swag Pack (with a limited-edition coffee mug for the coffee shop featured in Taking Over Me). Entries will be accepted from midnight 3/20 and run through midnight 3/27 (all times EST). If you’re unfamiliar with Rafflecopter, it’s an easy way to earn extra entries to the contest! But remember, it’s only mandatory to comment. 

Contracted… and still time to vote.




Good morning & Happy Hump Day!!

I hope this post finds everyone well!

As I recently mentioned, I’d already submitted my first story of 2013 to a publisher. 

I’m pleased to say that Evernight Publishing will add “Sweetest Salvation” to their list of titles possibly in March!!!  So thrilling when signing on the dotted line.

And I have subbed a 2nd story to another publisher…keep fingers crossed for me!

 
 
Still time to vote as well for WILD THUNDER in the LRC Best of 2012 Awards.


 WILD THUNDER was nominated in the Best of 2012 in the BDSM Category!!!


The category (and all others) is jam-packed with wonderful authors/stories. Some of those authors are personal faves of mine, so to be mentioned along with them is thrilling!


Voting ends on January 18th, 2013 in the LR Café yahoo group, on the Polls page. The link to that main page is at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LoveRomancesCafe/polls

One vote for each person and you must be a member of the LR Café Yahoo Group to vote. You can join at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/loveromancescafe


If y’all are so inclined and loved reading WILD THUNDER as much as I did writing it…feel free to vote!

Either way, thank you to everyone for their support with my writing and always visiting. 

I hope 2013 is treating you right!
Talk to you soon.