Sunday, June 30, 2013

A Clockwork Butterfly by Tabitha Rayne

A Clockwork Butterfly

Lovers torn apart by duty...will Angelo and Lena be reunited? Mankind is close to extinction. Toxins have all but wiped out the male population. The remaining fertile men are housed in manors where their seed is collected. Lena Lee is a new collector with a rare pheromone believed to reignite human fertility. She's assigned a male who's predicted to be her perfect match. Angelo, a clockwork butterfly maker, is held captive, his essence harvested daily by Lena. Over time, the couple begins to fall in love, something which is strictly prohibited. When their forbidden love is discovered, Lena is banished from the manor. Torn apart by the duty that brought them together, Lena and Angelo must find a way back to each other. But even if Angelo manages to escape, he doesn't know where to find Lena. Will following the path of the clockwork butterfly lead him to his true love? Content Warning: strong language, BDSM, and graphic sexual content, including m/f, f/f, and f/f/m sexual interaction.


This book was given to me by the author in exchange for a fair review.

Some books stick with you and capture your imagination right from the start. Imagining a society of all women where men are used as only a procreation element has been a daydream of mine forever. Maybe for a future story...who knows. To read it in Tabitha's story was wonderful. Clockwork Butterfly brings to life the steampunk elements of the advanced society within the decaying remnants of civilization. It is a curious blend of Victorian morals, with strict guidelines for the collectors and what their job really is. 

Lena is sent to be a collector and soon discovers that it is not at all what she thought. Surrounded by girls, she feels a strange compulsion deep within herself and at the prodding of her new friend, experiences a lesbian affair to remember. Very hot!! Lena is on the fast track to success and is sent on her first assignment when it is discovered that her body holds a special chemical that is needed to spark something in the male sperm. Lena is sent on her first collection and meets Angelo. The two hit it off and struggle to make the perfect collection.

Things really heat up between Angelo and Lena, much to the horror of her friend and lover . It is forbidden to have feelings in the collection business and when it is discovered, things quickly turn for the worse and Lena is taken into corrective custody. I think this is my favorite part of the book. (no telling-even though I really want to!) Suffice it to say that the kink elements are there, with some smoking hot scenes that will give you lots of fun daydreams to ponder. 

This book was a hot read with some hot f/f and m/f scenes that will curl your toes. I loved it!


Voodoo for Two: Elle James

Be careful what you wish for…
Determined to marry the most eligible bachelor in the parish to save her family, Lucie LeBieu turns a “love bug” loose to cast its Voodoo spell. What she doesn’t count on is hitting two targets—the golden boy congressional candidate, and her Cajun-hot ex. To set things right, she must undo the spell before she falls into bed—-and back in love—with a certain down and dirty heartbreakin’ cop.
Undercover investigator Ben Boyette is back in Louisiana on special assignment when he runs across his old flame, brewing up trouble as usual. But when hometown threats turn deadly, Lucie’s life is on the line. Determined to protect both her and his politician assignment from falling victim to a murderer, Ben finds that he’s the one who’s falling hard…for the irresistible bayou temptress.

Title: Voodoo for Two (Cajun Magic)
Author: Elle James
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Length: 315 pages
Release Date: April 2013
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-62266-706-2
Imprint: Entangled Suspense


“The tension hums in the sultry swamps of Louisiana in the passionate,
magical story from Elle James.” –Julie Miller, USA Today Bestselling Author
“…a romance as sultry as a summer night on a Louisiana bayou.” –Jana DeLeon, USA TODAY Best Selling Author


© 2013 Elle James

BayoMiste, Louisiana
Nothing was blacker than nighttime deep in the swamps. Stars couldn’t penetrate the cypress canopy laden with long tendrils of Spanish moss dripping down over land and water.
Silence reigned as if all the creatures of the murky waters and dense underbrush held their breaths for something—a cue, a signal, a happening—
A drum thrummed to life, stirring the night air in an ancient rhythm. The gentle sway of a breeze wafted through the gossamer moss, dancing in time to the placid swishing, lulling the insects and frogs into song.
“Breathe the air, touch the earth, stir the waters, and play with fire.”
Just when Lucie LeBieu thought she couldn’t stand still for another moment, the scrape of a match cut across the calm hum of the night. Bright flame slashed through the darkness, illuminating the faces of three women standing in a circle.
This dark and mysterious place in the midst of the Atchafalaya Basin, on the edge of Bayou Miste, just happened to be home to Lucie, her twin sister Lisa,and her grandmother,the locally infamous Madame LeBieu, Voodoo queen of the surrounding bayous.
“Do you feel de rhythm of de night?” MamèrLeBieu’s voice caressed the darkness, the sound an extension of the drum’s beat.
Lucie shifted, not liking the creepy feeling she always got when her family did these kinds of things. “Gran, this is silly.”
“Shh!”The older woman, dressed in a flowing red caftan, set the flame to a fat candle, then an incense stick, and placed them on the ground at the center of the circle. “We must commune with nature, become one wit’ de power, de energy present in de darkness.” Her grandmother’s accent was as thick as the humid air and tepid waters of Bayou Miste.
Lisa and Lucie had been raised in New York City for the first eight years of their lives. Any accent they might have acquired in Louisiana since then was out of pure self-preservation, and it wasn’t anything to talk about, in their grandmother’s book.
“Feel de magick ,” her grandmother insisted, tipping her face back as if soaking in the moonlight that wasn’t visible through the canopy of trees.
Mamère, I never do it right.” She tried to shake off the sense of impending doom.
A hand reached out and pinched her arm. “Shut up and listen, Sis,” her twin grumbled. “Can’t you feel it? It’s hot, alive, and sensuous.”
“Lisa! Dis is not da time,” MamèrLeBieu admonished. Lisa snorted, but kept any further comments to herself. Lucie stood still, closed her eyes, and tried.
She really tried, but all she got out of the beating drums, the chirping crickets, and the croaking frogs was a healthy case of the heebie-jeebies. “It’s no use. I’m not cut out for this Voodoo nonsense.”
“It isn’t nonsense, Lucie,” Lisa said. “I’ve used it to get guys all hot and bothered on several occasions and it worked great.”
“You don’t need potions to get guys all hot and bothered, Sis. I’m just not cut out to do this. I mess it up every time.” Lucie slumped.
“Den be quiet while I work de magick,” her grandmother demanded.
When MamèrLeBieu took that tone, Lucie obeyed. The woman didn’t get angry often, but when she did, woe be unto whoever roused her ire. The woman had a wicked mean streak. Though Lucie didn’t believe in her own version of Voodoo, she’d seen what a dose of Mamère’s special powder could produce. Maurice Saulnier had the wickedest itch a man could have for two solid weeks after he’d trampled MamèrLeBieu’s favorite azalea bush.
She itched just thinking about it.
“Ezili Freda Daome, goddess of love and all that is beautiful, listen to our prayers, accept our offerings, and enter into our arms, legs, and hearts.”
“Here we go,” Lucie muttered. “Another spell.” She exhaled a long breath. Why couldn’t she have been born into a normal family, with normal parents and grandparents?
Her grandmother swayed with the candle’s flame.

“Goddess of light and stars from above, Help dose who lost de way to love. Grant dem de courage to open de heart
De intelligence dey need to make a new start De humility to admit when dey been wrong
De determination dey need when dey mus’ be strong.
Ezili Freda Daome, goddess of light Bring dis misguided woman de love tonight.”
Lucie backed away from the circle, holding up her hands, anger swirling in her gut. “You did nojust work a love spell on me. Tell me you didn’t, Gran.”
“What do you care?” Lisa taunted. “You don’t believe all that Voodoo anyway. You said you didn’t.”
“I don’t believe in mine, but Mamère’s is a whole different pot of trouble.And it’s the principle of it. I don’t wanto fall in love.” Lucie crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her grandmother.
The older woman ignored her protest, waved a filmy scarf, and sprayed perfume over the candle’s flame.
“You know the story. Been there. Done that. Have the scars to prove it,” Lucie mumbled.“For the love of cypress knees, don’t mess with my love life.” Or lack thereof.
“Mouthy tonight, aren’t we?” Lisa grinned at her. “That’s usually my job. But really, you need to get laid. How long has it been? MamèrLeBieu’s magick is the best. Let her help you.”
“Wow, you make me sound downright pathetic. Has anyone considered what want? Doesn’t anyone care?” Lucie spun on her heels and marched back toward the little shack she’d shared with her grandmother and twin sister. “I’ll be at work until two. Hopefully, by that time, you two will be in bed and not out here playing Voodoo games.”


Give me a witchy voodoo book with steam enough to keep me reading long into the night and you have a happy reader and reviewer. I fell in love with Elle's writing style in the first book and really enjoyed the second. Magic, mayhem and a love triangle spice up the bayou in this fun summer read. 

Lucie LeBieu wants to leave Bayou Miste and she really wishes she had a normal family. Steeped in voodoo, her grandma is the local priestess and her sister is the town trollop. If this wasn't bad enough, Lucie tries a love spell and it goes really wrong. I won't tell you how, only that it sends her back in a direction that she would really rather not go. The past is the past.
Ben is an undercover cop and is back in the bayou. Seeing Lucie after so long and after she had broken his heart has him turned into knots. The two lovers clash but what really needs to happen is a long conversation and some make up sex.

I enjoyed this book and am looking forward to more by the author. I received this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

*steamy scenes
*great characters
*fun read
*voodoo fun


Friday, June 28, 2013

Sun, Sand & Seances

Bobbi Collins, a caring and devoted kindergarten teacher, was shocked when her fiancé was found him dead in his apartment five years ago. She still has a difficult time dealing with her loss. Her role as an educator fills up her week, but Bobbi’s weekends are filled with longing.
When she stumbles across a newspaper ad for a psychic fair in the historic town of Cape May,  NJ, it seems like the answer. Bobbi is determined to revive her once vibrant spirit.
Kevin Carlton a successful realtor, is tired of the dating game. He doesn’t remember buying a raffle ticket, but when his co-worker announces he holds the winning number, he decides to take a chance and attend the all expense paid weekend in Cape May, at the Lady of the Sea's Psychic Fair. Since he was a lazy and unfocused teen, with no direction, Kevin’s goal is to find a spiritualist who has the ability to contact his father, in hopes of gaining his approval.
Sparks fly when Bobbi and Kevin run into one another at the fair. When strange happenings occur, Bobbi rushes into her ex-boyfriends arms. She never imagined having a weekend of magic, memories, and a chance to rekindle the flame with her lost love. 
Will two people who once shared something wonderful, be able to reconnect after dealing with the sudden tragedies in their lives or will it be too late?  Bobbi fears someone or something wants to keep them apart.
Can the historic town of Cape May cast a spell on their hearts and allow them to find what they both desire?  How will passion survive amongst the backdrop of a town where spirits never sleep?

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Naughty Nights 2nd Anniversary Blog Hop

Excerpt: Beltane Fires 

"Good eve, little witch." The man moved toward her, his shoulders wide and solid as molded bronze. He carried himself with a commanding air of self-importance and her inner core began to liquefy. Already molten from the ministrations of the nymphs, she was aching to feel his touch. Tall, handsome, with a beautifully proportioned body, he was completely naked. His hair was a mass of brown curls and a crown of antlers graced his brow. A forest lord coming to claim her on a wild Beltane night. Desire shivered through her, and Ceri felt her nipples pebble with lust.
"Good evening." Ceri struggled to look him in the face when her eyes kept traveling down toward his now erect cock. His dark eyes were framed by a handsomely square face and his lips turned up with amusement as if he could read the inner turmoil of her mind.
"This a wild night to walk these woods alone, fair one." He moved purposefully closer and his rigid member bobbled as he walked. Ceri felt her mouth go dry. Her eyes met his in startled surprise as his warm hand brushed her cheek and trailed down the edge of her left breast, cupping it in his palm. How had he gotten here so fast?
"You are mine." Reflected light glimmered over his face with molten radiance as he stepped in and his lips claimed hers.

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Ceri in Bondage
An EPS interlude...
“Stand still.”  Herne grasped Ceri’s left wrist and tied it to a young sapling, securing her in place.
Ceri  moaned, her eyes shielded by the blindfold he had placed over them. Her pussy moistened and her senses screamed for release.
“One more.” He bound her right wrist to another nearby tree, pulling her taut between them.
“Herne…” Ceri’s whispered plea echoed in the empty woods and she felt his warmth against her back as he ground his jean clad hips against her naked backside.
“Ceri?” Herne’s voice was clipped.
“ Yes, Sir.” She panted, desire pooling between her thighs. Rubbing them together to try and ease some of the discomfort, she heard the click of Herne’s tongue behind her.
“Naughty girl. I think you just earned yourself a few more paddles for that.”
“No.” She heard him move behind her. “You will count each stroke and thank me.”
“Yes, Sir.” Ceri smiled. She had dreamt of this moment since the first night they met in the woods all those months ago. Her love for her Forest God and Dom had grown into a fiery inferno that couldn’t be quenched and she hungered for his body like no other.  The Goddess had truly blessed her.
“We begin.”
“One.” The sting of the paddle brought tears to her eyes.
“And?” Herne’s voice became silken, but stern and she quivered in her bonds.
“Thank you, Sir.” Ceri quivered and she felt liquid begin to ooze from her pussy.
“Two. Thank you, Sir.” The sting of the paddle had both sides of her ass singing in equal parts harmony and pain.
Crack! Crack!!
“Three! Four! Thank you, Sir!” Ceri felt tears sting her eyelids and fought to keep them contained.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Three more strikes of the paddle brought a warm, burning heat to the tender flesh of Ceri’s backside and she writhed in her bonds, aching for Herne’s touch.
“Five. Six. Seveeeen.” Ceri sobbed the last word. “ Thank you for your guidance, Sir.” Ceri let out a sob, part release and part frustration. She longed to feel his cock inside her and she wanted him now.
“You are most welcome, beautiful Ceri.”
She heard a zipper behind her and the rustling of clothes. 
“Your ass is nicely red.” Herne caressed her buttocks and a hiss escaped her lips. “Are you ready for me?” His cock pressed against her back as he drew her against him. Running his hands along the ivory softness of her breasts, he teased her nipples into tight buds of desire.
“Yes…” Ceri moaned, her voice hoarse with need. She parted her legs and pushed her stinging ass against Herne’s erection.
“Hmmm.” He intoned as his right hand wandered to the cleft between her legs. “Are you wet, beautiful one?” His finger slipped between her folds and into her seeping pussy.
“Oh, Sir…” She leaned back into his chest and moved her legs further apart, giving him access to the deepest parts of her.

His finger plunged in and out of her recesses and flicked against her swollen clit. Ceri thrashed against the ropes that bound her to the trees and let the building pleasure rocket her into release. 

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Wednesday, June 26, 2013

A Saucy Visit With Renee Rose

1.             What inspired you to write erotica?

I'd been working for about a year on writing a vanilla romance when I discovered the existence of “spanking romance.”  As a lifelong spanko, the discovery was accompanied by trumpeting angels. I abandoned the other story and wrote the medieval spanking novella Betrothed in six days.  It was published two weeks later and was one of the publisher's top five sellers that quarter.  None of the rest of my books have come so quickly or easily, but I took it as a message from the universe that I'd found my true calling. :) 

2.             What about spanking stories lights your fire?

Pretty much everything about spanking lights my fire. My tagline is “no romance story is complete without a spanking” because any movie I watch or book I read gets edited in my head to add in a hot spanking scene or two. I love everything about spanking-- the dominance and submission angle, the punishment angle, the erotic play.

3.  Sushi or cheeseburgers?  Hmm... I'm the paleo freak who orders a hamburger with no cheese and no bun. 

4. Favorite ice cream?  Coffee flavored

5. Paddle or hand?  Hand.  But a nice flexible leather belt is my very favorite.

6. Spanking bench or a nice cushy lap?  Lap

7. Tell me about your new writing project.  I'm working on a contemporary suspense spanking romance about a woman who gets tangled up with (and of course spanked by) a spy. It's a departure for me, because I usually stick to historical settings, since corporal punishment fits so well there.

8. What are your favorite types of characters to write about?  Dominant males who can read the minds of their women and know just how to punish.

9. Heels or flats?  Flats, because really I'm a bare-footer. 

10.           Plotter or pantster?  I used to be a pantser, but I'm becoming more of a plotter. It seems to save re-write headaches to have some sort of a plan to work against.

My newest release is a Regency/early Victorian called The Westerfield Affair. Here's the scoop:

The Westerfield Affair

Reserved to the point of being aloof, Lord Westerfield never attended balls or even considered taking a wife... until he met Miss Kitty Stanley and his orderly world turned on end. Determined to have the beautiful and animated sister of his friend from the gambling hall, but doubting his ability to effectively court her, Westerfield strikes a bargain with her brother for her hand.

When the gentlemen present Kitty with the deal, she is furious with them both for neglecting to consult her, but her brother insists he will withdraw his support if she does not comply. Angry, she acts out at a ball, causing a scandal that mushrooms further when Lord Westerfield drags her unnchaperoned to his home for a firm spanking.

Baring her for chastisement, Westerfield is swept away by desire, taking her innocence and completing the ruin of her reputation. He offers to release her from the betrothal contract, but her brother insists instead on a hasty marriage. As they attempt to recover from the scandal that becomes known as “the Westerfield Affair,” their marriage is clouded by his shame and her insecurities. Will they be trapped forever in a loveless marriage, or will they have the courage to move past their rough beginning to kindle the passion they both crave?

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His hand connected with her bottom again, this time in a possessive grip. He kneaded her cheeks with both hands in a way that was both painful and satisfying at once. She heard his breath grow more rapid, as if he were aroused by the feel of her. She held still for him, her bottom the only offering she could think to make.
            He ran both hands around her two cheeks, then pulled them wide, exposing her little back hole for his inspection. She flinched, clenching her bottom and wriggling to get out of his grip, only to earn a slap on one cheek. He rubbed her backside with both hands again, then trailed them down to her thighs, pulling them apart, so she was forced to adjust her feet to a wider stance. Her legs trembled and her knees would not hold her up.
            A sharp slap delivered directly between her legs shot terror through her. She attempted to scramble up on the bed, away from him, but he grabbed her hips and pulled her back, pressing one hand into the small of her back to hold her still and nudging her legs back open with his foot. He spanked her delicate sex several more times and she realized, with shame, that it was sticky wet—the sound of slick flesh making his slaps even louder. He was not slapping so very hard—her agitation was less for the pain than the curious panic he was arousing in her. He rubbed her throbbing cheeks with both hands, making firm, possessive circles around her bottom. Another light slap connected with her sex and his hand remained there, cupping her mound, one finger slowly gliding along her wet, swollen folds. The finger searched the moist pleats, finding her secret entrance and slipping in.
                She whimpered, whether it was in protest or encouragement, she could not be sure.

Renee Rose, a erotic romance author, did not come out of the closet as a spanko until she published her spanking romance Betrothed. A lifelong writer, she has a B.A. in creative writing from Knox College, where she won the Davenport prize for both fiction and poetry, and the Lorraine Smith prize for literary criticism. She spent thirteen years in technical writing before she found a way to incorporate her deepest darkest spanking fantasies into fiction and express a part of her that longed to see the light. She is now passionate about supporting others in accepting and exploring their kink, whatever that may be.  Leave a comment and join the conversation!

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Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Fling: A BDSM Anthology Release Day Blitz

Fling: A BDSM Erotica Anthology
Sara Fawkes, Cathryn Fox and Lauren Hawkeye

Genre: erotica/BDSM

Publisher: Avon Red

Release Date: June 25, 2013


Book Description:

Fling, an erotica collection of three steamy BDSM novellas set in Italy’s kinky Mancusi Resort during its infamous Fetish Week, features Take Me by New York Times bestselling author Sara Fawkes, Teach Me by Cathryn Fox, and Tame Me by Lauren Hawkeye.

Kate Swansea’s fiancée dumps her a day before the wedding. Will wealthy Greek businessman Alexander Stavros convince the BDSM virgin that a sexual adventure is the cure for her broken heart?

Tycoon Luca Mancusi whisks fashion intern Josie Pelletier off to his private resort to negotiate a deal for her boss’s lingerie line. But, by negotiation, he means a long, slow, spicy seduction…

Ariel Monroe, pop-star princess, refuses to sign a contract with CEO Marco Kennedy. She’s furious when he follows her to Fetish Week, although she could use a hot BDSM play partner. If he’s up to the challenge, of course.

Fans of E.L. James and Sylvia Day will fall for Fling.

A Bitter Reunion: Virtual Tour

Lilly Myers ran from Clearwater ten years ago to start a new life as a nurse, leaving all of the pain and anguish of her broken heart behind. The last thing she ever wanted was to return home and face the grueling questions about her sudden disappearance. But the invitation to her ten-year classreunion and the growing need to see her family has her reluctantly boarding the first plane back. Unfortunately, in the small town of Clearwater, nothing stays buried for long. Lilly quickly finds herself facing the past she’s longed to leave behind and the man she’s tried hard to forget. Joshua Taylor has spent the last ten years managing his outfitters business, but it was never enough to keep his mind off the girl who got away. He’s always hoped the love of his life would return home and forgive him for the night she found him in another woman’s embrace. Mending fences along the way Joshua is prepared to do anything he can to prove his worth to Lilly. Now a hurt and angry Lilly is within arm’s reach, and Joshua is prepared to fight for her, even if it means facing danger head on. Can love blossom from such a bitter reunion?

About J.N Johnson:
Living in her hometown of Charleston, West Virginia, JN Johnson is the proud mother of two beautiful little girls and is married to her high school sweetheart (and greatest supporter ) whom she considers the rock that keeps her grounded.

She was first introduced to the world of fantasy when she was seven years old reading The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe making her never want to read about “the real world” again. Her mother and grandmother’s love of romance novels gave her the opportunity to learn about book trading, taking all of their old books to the local flea market to trade for anything that sparked her interest. Those days are long gone; her books now stay safely on her book shelves at home and out of harm’s way.