Erzabet's read book montage

The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty
Awakening the Virgin: True Tales of Seduction
Mona Lisa Awakening
Mona Lisa Blossoming
Mona Lisa Craving
Mona Lisa Darkening
Lucinda, Darkly
Beg for It
Beg For It
Master of Mine
Howling Sacrifices
Interview With the Vampire
Midnight Blue: The Sonja Blue Collection
Full Moon Rising
Kissing Sin
Dangerous Games
Tempting Evil
The Darkest Kiss
Embraced By Darkness
Deadly Desire

Erzabet Bishop's favorite books »

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Breaking Waves Series Blog Tour and Giveaway

When journalist Iris Ellis visits a sleepy seaside town to interview recluse screenwriter Paul Archer, he offers her insights into never acted upon fantasies of dominance and submission. Too curious to deny herself a taste of them, Iris gives herself up to Paul's gentle guidance, but when she realizes that a taste can never be enough, she must find the courage to ask for what she needs or risk losing it all.

Called a "gem for fans of BDSM romance and the perfect starting point for readers new to the genre" by RT Book Reviews, Driftwood Deeds is a novella of sexual awakening as well as consent and communication in bdsm.

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Love, they say, is magnified by absence.
After the dream-like quality of Iris' visit at Paul's sea-side home, she is back in the routine and drudgery of her city life. Struggling to put a label on what they have together, they phone and write letters, trying to sustain the flame, until they can make time to be in each other's arms again. But once they are, how do you pull back into proportions a love so magnified it burns?
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In this last installment in the Breaking in Waves series, Paul takes the helm and tells the story of how he and Iris move in together. Two decades of a bachelor's lifestyle are not easy to merge into a life together, and Paul goes on a journey of embracing Iris in his seaside world. Without holding back and without fear.

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About the author:

Laila Blake ( is an author, linguist and translator. She writes character-driven love stories, co-hosts the podcast Lilt and blogs about writing, feminism and society.

Her work has been featured in numerous anthologies. Keeping a balance between her different interests, Laila Blake’s body of work encompasses literary erotica, romance, and various fields in speculative fiction (dystopian/post-apocalypse, fantasy, paranormal romance and urban fantasy) and she adores finding ways to mix and match.

A self-proclaimed nerd, she lives in Cologne/Germany with her cat Nookie, harbors a deep fondness for obscure folk singers and plays the guitar. She loves photography, science documentaries and classic literature, as well as Doctor Who, Game of Thrones and The Big Bang Theory.

You can find her across the web. To stay up to date with her most recent publications, please consider signing up for her spam-free newsletter.


This series by Laila Blake is one of my favorite ones ever featuring D/s. In the third book and conclusion to the series, we get Paul's side of things as he sheds his bachelor tendencies and makes room for Iris in his life and in his home. This book was a journey. One that began with the first book (read in order please-you will thank me later) and one that I could keep reading until the end of time. It is bitter. It is sweet. It is full of the magic that binds two people together in times of hardship and joy. Laila writes characters the way they should be written. They breathe right off the page and if you sit very still, you'll hear the call of the waves and feel the sand beneath your feet.

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If I was writing a film about us, my kitchen would be the central location. Good sex and good cooking are linked for me, inextricably together. They trigger the same areas of the brain-- taste and smell and texture and pleasure. I think of sex when I eat good food, and I want good food when I lie there spent after an orgasm, something full of life and flavor and color to recuperate and start again. 
We’ve always spent a lot of a time here. In varying states of undress.

She feels it too, I think. That’s why her breathing is a little shallow. That’s why she steals a slice of zucchini as I layer it piece by piece between the eggplant, the yellow squash and the bright tomatoes. She has that glint in her eyes, small and wicked, and even now, after all this time, she looks hesitant when she tries to push boundaries. She still stops short of actually pushing them.

Iris loves to be good, to be praised, to be my beautiful, precious girl. She hates displeasing me, even as a game. But neither can she come out and ask for it, tell me about the tingling between her legs, the longing, the ache that only the crack of my belt can mend. And so she steals bits of zucchini, or switches the radio away from my favorite station just as we drive into my street. She criticizes books she knows I love, or picks them up and leaves them on a different shelf-- like I had any order in mind to begin with. They are little things, so minor I would miss them all the time, if it wasn’t for that look in her eyes.

It’s the look of guilt and desire, of fighting against her nature and fearing the consequences she’s trying to induce. It’s a look that makes my cock hard, that squeezes my chest almost painfully.
I listen to the zucchini crunch between her teeth. She eats it slowly, eyeing my profile as though wondering if I noticed anything at all. Sometimes I like to indulge her, I like to give her what she wants even though she can’t ask for it, even though she’s trying to manipulate the circumstances. It feels good sometimes, to let her out to play.

Today I don’t.

She picks the next slice out of the casserole, right out from between a slice of tomato and a slice of yellow squash, where they nestle in colorful stripes. She knows I can’t miss this one, and her hand hovers there a moment too long, just like she’s waiting for me to catch up and slap it away. But again, I don’t.

I watch her bring the slice to her mouth from the corner of my eyes. She places it on her tongue like a communion wafer, with intensity and slow purpose. She shudders; it’s a marvel to watch that change. A few seconds ago, she was my sweet girl, leaning next to me, relaxed and happy. Now, she’s strung tight, nervous and needy, like she exchanged her body for a different one.

“Are you bored?” I ask her. I look down at the pattern of vegetable slices, at the spot where she messed it up. When I drag my gaze up to her face, there are red spots on her neck, white teeth-marks on her lower lip.

She shakes her head.

“I think you are. You want attention, pet?”


Monday, January 26, 2015

Breathless Monday: Slippers and Chains: Sugar Dust by Raven ShadowHawk

And now it's time for a second trip to Breathless Monday with the delicious new title by Raven ShadowHawk. This one just might find itself on my to be read list...

Author Interview Questions for Erzabet’s Enchantments
1. How did you start writing erotic romance?
If I’m honest, completely by accident. At once point I though erotica was utterly separate from romance and then figured out that erotic romance is actually a thing. I never considered myself to be a writer of romance in any form, then I looked at some of the stuff falling from my brain onto the screen and realized that’s exactly what it was.
The first piece of writing I recognized as erotic romance is the story that eventually became Vicki & Lara, one of my independently published short stories. I had pretty much romanticized one of my own encounters and embellished it to be far more sweet than the reality (though the reality was damn good too). And only after reading it back did I realize that it really was romantic in a sweet, and totally awkward sort of way.

2. Plotter or pantster?
Plan-ster! I plot enough to give myself a vague outline of where I want to end up and then fill in the middle as I go. Think about it as walking to the shops. You know where you’re going and what’s on the way, but you haven’t decided exactly what streets to take. Or if you’ll cycle instead of walk. Hell, you may even take a car, but the end of the journey is the same. My writing is kinda like that these days.

3. What are three things you have on your writing desk?
Just three? O.o Okay sensible answer: a biro with four colours, a note book and my desktop computer. Not-so-sensible answer: an empty packet of crisps, two mugs of abandoned tea and a lottery ticket I’m too scared to check.

4. Favorite food?
Damn it. Such a simple question and yet really hard to answer. Ugh. Erm… okay, this is a bit of a cheat, but it’s the most honest: anything cooked by my mum. Anything. Hell, I don’t even like cabbage, but when she cooks it, it just tastes good. No idea how she does that.

5. Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
My latest release is Sugar Dust, first in the Slippers & Chains series. It follows Karen Owusu and Daniel Scotney the ups and downs of their BDSM relationship with focuses most on the D/s aspect. It’s kinda like a soap, but funnier and with more sex. O.o Imagine Fifty Shades, mixed with Friends, coated in Eastenders (for UK readers, not sure what the US equivalent is!) and you’ve got Slippers & Chains. It takes the simple and the mundane and makes it both funny (I hope) and interesting (I really hope) while exploring the different relationships surrounding one loving couple.
The character that spoke to me most I think has to be Cindy. She’s really just a bit-part in this novella, but I modelled her a little on an old friend of mine. She’s so vulgar and forthright, and yet quite tender. She manages to hide the tenderness really well beneath her exterior of thinly veiled violence and sass, but it’s clear that she loves her friend and housemate Karen. That relationship (aside from Dan and Karen) has to be my absolute favourite.

6. I write because ____
…I’d probably explode if I didn’t. All these ideas, these questions, these ‘what if’ scenarios. I first started writing because I wanted to read stories that didn’t yet exist. Now I want other people to know these stories can exist. It’s also important to me to explore different things I learn about human nature, sexuality and friendship and I think all of my writings reflect this in some degree.

7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
Submissives, funnily enough. I like to get into their headspace. I don’t (personally) think it’s healthy for people to assume that someone who prefers to be sexually submissive is emotionally damaged or unwell in anyway. Certainly that may be the case for some people, just as it could be for any sexual preference, but I like to dwell on why people submit. What drives them to give themselves over, in any form, to the control of another human being. This idea is explored a lot more in Second Base, which is the second in the Slippers & Chains series.

8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
In this book? It has to be the scene in which Dan inserts a vibrating egg into Karen then tells her to go off and work. It’s a very short scene and not particularly explicit, but the tension is what makes it. The pair of them are so clearly into each other and the power-exchange feeds off that. Dan clearly loves the fact that Karen wants to give herself to him and Karen couldn’t be happier to do so. I feel that the act of submission, in of itself, can be very sexy. Then of course you know, as a reader, that Karen has to work on her PhD knowing that Dan could switch on the egg at any moment. Or that he could choose to leave it off. The mind games… now that’s sexy.

9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Don’t hold back and be careful what advice you accept. Heh. I realise that’s a bit rich but hear me out. Erotica and/or romance is very personal. Accept, right from the start that not everybody is going to like what you write. Once you’ve done that, it’s easy to write for the people who do enjoy your pennings and you’ll be far freer to write about what turns you on. I think that’s key: write the stuff that makes you want to cross your legs, or take a cold shower and (so long as you’re not breaking any laws) readers will flock to you because it’s real. Don’t follow trends, don’t write to a market, write what you feel and the rest will come.

10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
I need to finish the rest of the Slippers & Chains series first, but once I’m done with that I’ll hopefully be working on a collaboration with my ‘other half’ Ileandra Young. Paranormal erotica I suppose with less of an angle toward the romance and more toward the action in which the sexual shenanigans take place. Not sure when that will come to pass, but it will. You have my promise on that. ^_^

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Thirty-*mumbles* year old Raven ShadowHawk lives in Leicester (UK) with her twin sons (Sprog1 andSprog2), her partner (The Funk Master) and a stubbornly barren dwarf lemon tree.
She turned to writing erotica when she realized that many of the stories told by her friends were just too good not to share (and after realizing, after seven years, that working in finance was far too boring and far too comfortable a career to maintain forever).
Raven’s unique humor, sauciness, well observed realism and unforgiving sass, gives her a brand of erotica she calls Smut With Brains.
Under the series title ‘Meeting Each Other,’ Raven has released a mini series of six short stories through her imprint Little Vamp Press. Future projects include fantasy and/or horror based collaborative efforts with her ‘other half’ Ileandra Young.

Dan loves submissive women and longs to build a harem of willing females to fill what he lovingly calls his ‘Slave Library.’ He shares his plans for sexual bliss with Karen, the first of his submissives in both his mind and his heart. But when an unexpected visit from his mother leads to uncomfortable questions about his ex, Dan realizes that past mistakes are catching up to him, faster than he can run.

The first D/s relationship to blend comfortably with her vanilla life is the one Karen shares with Dan. She treasures the freedom in the act of submission and wants nothing more than to share it with her Master for as long as possible. Why then, does he insist on bringing other women into their beds? And why can’t he say he loves her?

As Dan battles his inner demons, Karen hopes a sexy mini break at the exclusive fetish club, Sugar Dust will allow them time to relax and reconnect. There she meets Beth, personification of Dan’s past storming in to demolish her present. Can she show Dan that their relationship is strong enough to break the chains of his past, before Beth drives an immoveable wedge between them with her tales of what once was?

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"Master," she ground her thighs together and shuddered. "Please, no."
"You know I can't concentrate while wearing that thing."
His gleeful expression said he knew full well. He held it out without saying a word.
Karen took the bullet. Her lips twitched, but the part of her mind able to resist the order had already stepped aside. Karen saw the gleam in Dan's eyes and the quiet expectation that came from his dominant self. He wasn't asking, he was telling, and that, more than anything else, spoke to parts of Karen's anatomy that quickly wrested control from her rational head. Even his voice changed and plucked the strings of submission within her as surely as a musician manipulates a violin. She became a tool, just like a musical instrument, ready to be pulled, stroked, and plucked at a moment's notice.
"Now?" she whispered.
"Right now and until we get to Sugar Dust."
She glanced at the wall clock. "It's barely midday."
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"But your mum—"
"What about her?" Dan "The Dom" wavered. "I don't want to talk about her right now. This is about us. Just us. You wear that bullet and we'll talk. You can even do some uni work."
Karen bit her lip.
"Come on. Just open your legs. Slip it in. Remember last time? I kept you on the edge for a whole hour. Quivering. Begging. Creaming all over my hands. Fucking beautiful. Remember?" Dan "The Dom" snapped back into place and held firm. He shoved a hand down the front of his waistband in a deliberate provocative display. As his fingers worked, his breathing hitched, and Karen realized then that he was copying her.
"You were hogtied while I sucked your beautiful tits and whipped your fantastic ass. You exploded afterwards," he added, still grinning. "On the sheets. The pillow. My face. Never took you for a squirter, Kaz."
The memory made her squirm. More shivers rippled over her skin until she could almost feel the ropes about her wrists and ankles once more. "I'm sorry, Sir."
"No, it was good. I want to see you do it again. You taste amazing."
Still gnawing her lip, she plucked the bullet from his hands and unfastened her jeans. She let them fall, stepped free, and pulled the front of her panties forward.
"Slow down, Kaz. I want to help." He took it back. "Arms up, please. And stand near the wall."
The bite in his voice acted like a cattle prod. Karen snapped to attention and, never once breaking eye contact, she lifted her hands and linked them behind her head, backing toward the hallway wall.
"Good girl."
The praise brought a grin to her lips, and she tilted her hips toward him as he traced one finger over the top of her underwear. She watched him bend down, lifting her vest just high enough to tongue her belly button on the way. The hot moisture of his tongue traveled down, leaving a wet trail in its wake. She shivered, locked her knees and pressed her hips forward, to invite the touch of his strong, confident hands. Slow, teasing, he tucked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down. Karen felt the fabric catch on her backside before sliding down as far as her knees.
"Open." His voice cracked like a whip, making her jump, just like she might beneath the lash of physical one.
Awareness of every extremity made her lightheaded. The tip of each finger, the end of every toe, each inch of skin buzzing, prickling, tickling beneath the intensity of his gaze.
At once she spread her legs, wide enough to stretch the panties between her knees and hold them there.
"Very good." Dan crouched in front of her, bullet still clasped in one hand. His gaze traveled over her exposed pussy, so intense she could almost feel it. "Wet already? Naughty girl."
"It's your fault."
"Is it?" He touched her thigh with the tip of his finger and traced a path that felt very much like his name. The contact made muscles low in her stomach clench.
"You say that like you don't enjoy it." The finger stroked higher, stopping an agonizing inch away from the curls of dark pubic hair. "Should I stop?"
The answer was yes, she knew that, but as his finger stroked slow circles on her inner thigh Karen could no longer remember why. "No."
"No, Sir."
"Okay then." The finger pushed up, sliding past her outer lips with no effort at all and sinking into Karen's body as far as the second knuckle.

She grunted, steadied her knees, and took several deep breaths. His calm possession of her body rubbed clean the frustration of moments ago. The anger of the night before. If only he could touch her like this all the time, lay claim to her body with a whispered word, a gesture, a glance. It invigorated her and gave her something that no other part of her life allowed: absolute freedom.

Enticing Hart Book Blast and Giveaway

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Hart Emile is tired of cruising for guys, living a soulless existence. He needs a change; so when an acquaintance gives him the number of the gay friendly Red Fox Ranch that’s hiring for staff, he heads south.

Oak Redman is eighteen years old and desperate to explore his awakening sexuality. The moment Hart lays eyes on the handsome young rancher he’s smitten. Not only is Oak hot, spirited and very persistent, he is also the ranch boss’s son and strictly off limits. Hart tries to fight his feelings and to respect his boss and the family who quickly become dear to him, but after Oak's Grandma suggests he gets with Oak he can't deny himself the most exciting and enticing man he has ever met.

Hart’s not the only man to have noticed how sweet and charming Oak Redman is. A family friend, Steve, is also anxious to have the affections of the young rancher. Can Hart work out Steve’s dark secrets before it’s too late and keep his job, his lover and his life?

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The following morning, Bay took Hart into town to pick up supplies. The boss had shown a lot of hospitality to him since he’d arrived two days before, and Hart wanted to work hard and prove Bay’d made the right decision in employing him.

Dark sunglasses hid Bay’s eyes, but the look suited him. Hart guessed Bay must be about thirty-five, and then he added a few years to account for Oak’s age. The man didn’t appear gay, but none of the other cowboys on the ranch did either—not even Oak with his pretty, elfin face. Hart had always believed he could spot gay guys, but now he wasn’t so sure.

As they approached town, Bay turned the radio down. ”Understand you and Oak are planning a fishing trip next week.”

Caught off guard, Hart searched for words. “Yeah…we arranged to go huntin’ and fishing sometime. I didn’t know Oak planned on next week, but it’s fine if we can get the time off.” He cringed. He’d only been in the job five minutes, and now Bay knew he wanted time off.

“I need to make one thing clear to you before you go anywhere with my boy.”

Hart glanced at him with caution. “Okay.” He took a deep breath.

“Now, I don’t know anything about you or your sexuality, and I don’t want to know. Those things are your business. I will say this, though. My son…is not available.”

“I understand.”

“I hope you do, Hart. There are few things can make a man angry, and one of ’em’s messing with his family. Same goes for my daughter. She's not available either.”


“I’m not saying you can’t go fishin’ or nothing, and I know it’s Oak pushing me to give you time off and not the other way around, so I’m not worried about that. It’s fine if you want to be friends, but remember what I said.”

“Yes, sir. I understand.” Hart swallowed hard, feeling nauseated. He stared out of the window, having second thoughts about going because he didn’t trust himself. He’d intended to finish what Oak had started in the barn, but now? Hart didn’t want to put himself into a situation where something might go wrong—or right, as the case may be.

He’d thought about nothing but Oak since he’d first seen him on the porch, strong muscles moving with easy grace, and with each move Hart had felt the slamming in his chest. He wanted to trace each curve with his tongue and sate the urgent need to satisfy the young man. With his body as powerful and mature as his father, Oak didn’t seem like an eighteen-year old. Nevertheless, it didn’t make Hart feel any better about taking advantage.

The last thing he wanted was to see an angry Bay coming after him for messing with his son. It would be ungrateful and disrespectful to get involved with his boy. Hart had to try to think of a way to keep the two happy.

Hart loved being in Oak’s company—he was open, trusting, inquisitive, and intelligent—a real turn-on, but an obvious combination for trouble. Oak complemented Hart’s own quiet persona well. At least their friendship could continue.

He admired the actions Bay had taken to protect his kids. His own father had always been distant with him. On the other hand, at almost nineteen years old, Oak should be able to make his own mistakes. Would it be a mistake? The ranch was a workplace, and most employers discouraged relationships between employees.

“How’re you settling in?” Bay asked in a lighter tone.

About the Author:I enjoy writing both academic and fiction material. My research interests include focus on people who experience marginalization, both in historical societies and modern. Themes include disability, neurosis, homosexuality, addiction, mental illness, slavery and prostitution. The most important part of my work is creating multi-dimensional, believable characters that are able to build lasting romantic relationships against the odds. I want all my readers to laugh, cry and enjoy the erotic journey towards a happy ending.

Twitter: @Hancockfiction

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The Ice King by Lee Brazil

Welcome to another Breathless Monday! Today we greet Lee Brazil...

Lee Brazil
Author Interview Questions for Erzabet’s Enchantments

1.      How did you start writing erotic romance?
I was driving home, across country from visiting my mother on the east coast, and there's a section of the back roads there where there's no good radio reception. I got Christian music… and country music intermittently. It was tough, but I turned off the radio and drove in silence. That's when they started talking to me. The voices. My first character, Mack Taylor, telling me about his life and the trouble he was having with his boyfriend. Twelve hours later, I still couldn’t get the story out of my head, so I wrote it down.

2.      Plotter or pantster?
Oh both. I have occasionally plotted something out chapter by chapter. Havan Fellows and I had a pretty decent outline going for the holiday story we wrote last year. But sometimes, I just wing it. The Ice King was a wing it. It started with a prompt.

3.      What are three things you have on your writing desk?
Currently? I have a handful of colorful pens, because I was marking deadlines on a calendar. There's a pad of paper that is marked with the days of the week that I use for planning menus. That's one of my weekend tasks. And a mango margarita. Because tequila rocks. And it's Friday night. Sometimes the cat is here too, but I seem to have annoyed her today and she's abandoned me for a seat in the sun.

4.      Favorite food?
Ordinarily I'd go with something Italian here, like lasagna, but I've been craving a nice thick steak with plump mushrooms and caramelized onions.

5.      Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
The Ice King is a very short m/m romance. It's an office romance, a boss/secretary sort of thing. The Ice King is written entirely from Rafe's point of view. He is a superstitious, yet suave man who enjoys a variety of bed partners… Until he meets Elian.

6. I write because I enjoy it. I am fortunate that I am able to do this full time as a career. That's something I never imagined possible. Not after I graduated college and realized how much just making a living takes out of you.

7. What is your favorite type of character to write about?
I enjoy flawed heroes. Not the arrogant, workaholic sort of flawed hero many people mean. I prefer real flaws, like short tempers, jealousy, and selfishness. These types of characteristics make heroes who are difficult to like, as one of my writing friends has said, but it also makes them more realistic.

8. What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
*blinks* Um… I have no idea… I rather like the scene in The Ice King where Elian bends over his desk for Rafe… that illicit, in the work place setting lends something to it.

9. What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Don't give up. Whatever stands in your way, get around it. Whatever holds you back surmount it. There is nothing like the feeling of finishing a story…unless it's that first moment you get a contract offer and realize someone else thinks what you write is worthwhile.

10. What is next on your writerly horizon?
I'm currently focused on Pulp Friction 2015 with my writing partners, Laura Harner, Havan Fellows, and Will Parkinson. PF is an intricate series of interlinked series of m/m romances.

Twitter @leebrazil

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Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it's nevertheless one hundred percent true.
Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.
Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don't belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don't fit?

Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and see… There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.

I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It's why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it's why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.
If I'd had my way, I'd have been a fencer…or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I've come to realize that's the best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.

 If I hadn't learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing.

CPA Rafe Montaigne's day is heading downhill fast and he hasn't even had a decent cup of coffee yet. What could make it worse? A secretary in a snit.

Elian is efficient, attractive and cold as ice toward his boss, and he has been since Rafe's ex stopped by the office. Rafe is a sophisticated player, a businessman who knows how to have fun and he's not particular about whether his playmates are male or female.
It seems Elian isn't quite so indiscriminate… What's a boss to do when his secretary won't play nice?

Book excerpt-

The clack of computer keys signaled Elian's return to his desk, and Raphael grimaced as he realized he'd have to pass by that judgmental stare, those assessing eyes, to get to his own desk and the coffee. Should have taken the opportunity while the man talked to his plants to dash to his inner sanctum. He'd planned to be early, but one fiasco followed another, and of course, super secretary beat his ass to the office again. He ran a hand through his curly black hair, trying to make sure it was semi neat. Glanced down to check his clothes before he caught himself. Fuck. He was drenched to the skin. There was no way he looked like anything but a drowned rat. Who was the boss anyway?
He pushed open the heavy wood door that boasted Montaigne and Associates - though really, it was just him and Elian - and breezed through to the inner sanctum. The room was blessedly cool after the humid heat of the outdoors, and Elian had turned on the peaceful music he favored. Rafe made to step past Elian, whose gaze was focused on his computer screen.
Immediately the typing stopped, and the long elegant fingers fell into his lap. Rafe found his gaze locked on those hands, such soft, strong hands. Every nail was buffed to the perfect shine, trimmed to the perfect length, shaped by God into a perfect oval of healthy pink. He swallowed. He could nearly feel those nails digging into his muscles, scraping down his back, leaving fiery trails of sensation to burn their way to his groin.
"Your messages." Elian's icy voice jolted him from his fantasy not a moment too soon. Much longer and he would have been embarrassingly aroused, despite the fiasco of his morning.
More bad luck? In the beginning, Elian had addressed him in a much warmer tone. Once, he'd even had a good morning and a how was your evening for his boss. Since that day, though, it had been nothing but the cold shoulder.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

The Ultimatum by Katy Swann

The Strength of a Submissive by Katy Swann

I remember watching a television programme about BDSM a while ago where a group of feminists talked about how books like Fifty Shades of Grey have put women’s lib back to the dark ages.  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.  As far as I’m concerned that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Firstly, and most importantly, BDSM is consensual.  It’s a choice.  The fact that we have the freedom to make that choice can surely only be a good thing?  Then there’s the fact that it’s not just women who submit.  There are just as many men, if not more, who like to submit to women or other men.  You just have to look at how many professional Dominatrixes there are out there to see that.  So that argument is blown completely out of the water.

The programme also hinted that women who submit are somehow weak.  Really?  The researchers had clearly never met any submissive women otherwise they’d know what rubbish that was.  I’ve never met a weak sub.  In fact, every submissive person I know is feisty, outgoing and independent.  They certainly wouldn’t take any shit from anyone – well, except from their Dom during a scene of course.

A submissive is just as likely to have a high-powered job with authority over others as anyone else.  They’re just as successful, the decisions they make are no less important and they certainly aren’t afraid to stand up for themselves.   But they do have the advantage of being able to let go of all the stresses of daily life by choosing to hand over control at an agreed time.  They don’t have to make decisions for a while or worry about what to do next.  They get their kinky needs met by a loving partner and, best of all, their sex lives are most likely ten times more exciting than their vanilla counterparts.  What’s weak about that?

And actually, if you really think about it, it’s the submissive who has the ultimate control.  They are getting their needs met, not just in a physical way but on a deep emotional level as well.  The knowledge that they’ve pleased their Dom or Master gives them such a feeling of euphoria that they’re the ones experiencing the most sublime pleasure.  They also have the power to stop a scene by using their safeword if things get too much.  It takes strength to use a safeword and not be afraid to admit that you can’t take any more.

I find D/s the most alluring aspect of BDSM.  It’s sexy, exciting and can create a deeply profound bond between a couple.   To me, there’s nothing more delicious than a submissive kneeling at her Master’s feet knowing that he’ll look after her no matter what he has planned for her.  The trust, respect and honesty needed in such a dynamic really is a beautiful thing. 

In my new book, Dominion, The Ultimatum, I explore the D/s dynamic within a troubled marriage.  Frankie, the heroine, is a strong, successful career woman who has rejected the BDSM lifestyle.  When her husband, Jake, gives her an ultimatum she has to find the strength to face up to her needs.  It’s the D/s that finally breaks through her barriers with devastating consequences that could either destroy her marriage completely or make it stronger than ever.

Blurb for The Ultimatum:
This is book one in the Dominion series, see the full series listing here

Once a submissive, always a submissive, right? Maybe she needs a little reminder.
Frankie Hamilton is stunned when her husband, Jake, gives her an ultimatum—either she goes with him to a country hotel for the weekend or he’ll leave her. In an attempt to save her troubled marriage she agrees to go.
But Dominion is no ordinary hotel. During the week it’s an upmarket conference center, but at weekends it becomes an exclusive BDSM hotel. This particular weekend it’s Vanilla Spice, where those new or returning to BDSM can explore their fantasies in a safe and decadent environment.
When Jake asks her to submit one more time, Frankie is initially outraged. After all, it’s been two years since their D/s dynamic ended and she’s no longer a submissive. Is she? She still loves Jake and doesn’t want to lose him so she agrees, even if it’s just to prove that she’s now as vanilla as the ice cream in their freezer.
But Frankie is soon reminded of how delicious it feels to kneel at her Master’s feet. Her fondness for punishment and a good spanking leaves her begging for more. And when their old friend and owner of Dominion, Marco Alessi, offers to use her as the subject for a rope demo she’s finally forced to face up to her kinky needs.
But that’s not the only thing she has to come to terms with. Beneath her tough exterior lies a grief that has been buried for two years. As her submission starts to melt the icy core inside her heart, it sets off a chain of events and emotions that could either make her marriage stronger than ever or completely destroy it.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal sex, mild breathplay and public humiliation. There are MFM scenes and references to FF intimacy.
Publisher's Note: This book was previously published elsewhere. It has been revised and re-edited for release with Totally Bound Publishing.

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Katy Swann is in her forties and lives near London, UK with her husband, three children and two cats.
When she isn't writing about strict, sexy Doms putting their strong-willed subs in their place, she likes to read about them. As well as writing, Katy spends her time trying to avoid the housework, keeping the kids from killing each other and drinking copious cups of coffee in the local coffee shop. Coffee and chocolate are the two things that keep her sane and focused, so they're often close by when she sits down to write.

Monday, January 19, 2015

Breathless Monday: Treasured Lily

Happy Breathless Monday! Today we have a new release from Dawn Brower. Take it away...

1.       How did you start writing erotic romance?
I started writing because my step sister talked me into it a year ago. I got addicted to writing and have been doing it ever since. I have tons of story ideas and not enough time to write them.
2.       Plotter or pantster?
I am so not a plotter. I have a basic plot idea in my head, but I don't follow any outline. I just write each scene as they play out in my head and don't know for sure what is going to happen until I'm typing it.
3.       What are three things you have on your writing desk?
My tablet, My smartphone, and a cup of coffee. My current writing desk is my kitchen table.
4.       Favorite food?
Italian of any kind. I adore pasta.
5.       Tell us a little about your new release. What character in the book really spoke to you?
This book is about Lilliana Marsden, the daughter of Pia and Thor from A Flawed Jewel. She is headstrong and determined to get her way at any cost. So she plots her way into a situation she didn't expect—the possibility of finding love.
6.       I write because ____...
The voices in my head make me. Honestly I enjoy it. I like coming up with different ways of playing out a storyline or a scene.
7.       What is your favorite type of character to write about?
Bad boys of course. They are more fun after all.
8.       What is the sexiest scene you ever wrote?
I don't know. In one of my books I had the heroine tie her guy up and have her way with him. I found it fun to switch it around and have the chick in charge for once.
9.       What advice would you give new authors in the erotica/romance field?
Just write. Anything can be fixed if you write it. You can't fix a blank page.
10.   What is next on your writerly horizon?
The next book in this series was contracted. I expect it will come out sometime in the spring. A Sanguine Gem is about Liam Marsden, Lily's twin. I finished my second cowgirl book and submitted it. *crosses fingers* I get an acceptance. I started writing the third one. I also wrote another historical set during World War II I'm hoping to get a contract for. After I finish the third cowgirl book I'm considering writing Noah's book. I've gotten a few request for the Duke of Huntly.

Short Blurb:
Lilliana needs one thing—freedom. Randall's willing to assist her, for a fee. One kiss and he'll help her attain her deepest desire.

Long Blurb:
             What Lilliana Marsden wants—she gets. The thing she believes she desires most is to live in Charleston on a plantation. Her problem? Parents who refuse to listen to her. Lily decides to make her wishes come true and who better than a handsome American ship captain to help her.
            Randall Collins finds Lilliana bewitching and quickly falls under her spell. When she asks if he can take her with him on his next voyage he finds himself agreeing—for a tiny fee. A kiss as payment and he'll take her anywhere she wants.
As they set sail sparks fly between them. Will Lily find something more desirable than owning a plantation and can Rand convince her he's the better choice?

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He wondered how far he could push her. The decision to give into her and take her on his ship had already been made. Lilliana just didn't know he already decided to let her come back to America with him, but only because it worked in his own plans.
"What do I get for my trouble?" he asked. "I'd be risking quite a lot to assist you with your scheme."
"What do you want? Money? I certainly can afford to pay for my passage."
Rand's lips rose into a cocky smile. He desired a lot from her, but at this point only one thing would do as payment. Would the lovely lady be willing to give it to him? He had nothing to lose and only one way to find out.
"How about a kiss?"
Lilliana looked stunned as she stared unblinkingly at him, and then just as suddenly she stopped dancing right in the middle of the dance floor. Her face flushed a pretty shade of pink as she began to move to the music again with him in the lead.
"How forward of you. I'm not sure I like your idea of compensation."
"It's a small thing, one little kiss. To be given to me at a time of my choosing." He leaned in close to her and whispered in her ear. "Are you afraid?"
Lilliana's breath sucked deep into her chest, and he could feel her slowly exhale it in little pants. Her pulse raced on her wrist beneath the palm of his hand and thrummed a small beat as he held it firmly in his grasp. A blush formed on her cheeks turning them a nice shade of pink, and her lips parted in anticipation. Her body's reactions suggested she had an interest in kissing him also. Would she take the bait and give him what he desired? He needed her to accept the proposal. Once she did he'd have her sailing with him in a few short days.
"All right, you have a deal," she agreed.

Dawn Brower holds a Bachelor of Arts in psychology, a Master of Arts in Education, and is currently working on a Master of Arts in Liberal Arts with concentrations in Literature, History, and Sociology. She works as a substitute teacher and enjoys the flexibility it gives her to concentrate on her other endeavors.

Growing up she was the only girl out of six children. She is a single mother of two teenage boys; there is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby. There is nothing like a nice glass of wine and a good book to relax with at the end of the day.
There are always stories inside her head; she just never thought she could make them come to life. That creativity has finally found an outlet. If you want to contact Dawn you can visit her webpage at, her Facebook page at, on her blog or her twitter page at