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Monday, March 3, 2014

Make Me Super Book Blast


Make Me: Twelve Tales of Dark Desire

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BLURB:

Take a trip to the dark side with 12 books by some of the hottest names in edgy romance, including USA Today Bestselling authors CJ Roberts, Eliza Gayle, and Aleatha Romig!

Pam Godwin - Beneath the Burn
Skye Warren - Wanderlust
Claire Thompson - Enslaved
Cari Silverwood - Take Me Break Me
Annabel Joseph - Comfort Object
Aleatha Romig - Consequences
Shoshanna Evers - The Man Who Holds the Whip
Annika Martin - The Hostage Bargain
Jasmine Haynes - Take Your Pleasure
Eliza Gayle - Play With Me
Pepper Winters - Tears of Tess
CJ Roberts - Captive in the Dark

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Excerpt from Tears of Tess by Pepper Winters

I jerked upright, ignoring the pain of his elbow. I feinted to the side, kicking his kneecap. His leg gave out, but he caught himself on the edge of the table. “Don’t fight. You’ll only make it worse.”

How many times had I heard that? And every time it turned out to be the truth. But I couldn’t not fight. I’d never be able to live with myself.

I breathed so hard my lungs ached. I looked frantically for the stairs. Where the hell were the fucking stairs?

I made to run, just as Q recovered. He lurched and wrapped arms around my heaving chest, dragging us to the floor. We landed in a pile of limbs, my rib screaming. Q’s fly was undone, trousers hanging precariously on his hips. My knickers were bunched to the side and oversensitive flesh swollen, needing a release. No! I’m not turned on. I’m not broken. Not yet.

Manic possession scorched his eyes, and I slapped him. Q reared back, lips twisted. Violence bristled as he slammed me down, securing himself above.

I froze, locking my knees together so he couldn’t settle between my legs. He clutched my chin, forcing me to look deep into his gaze. “What are you?”

I squirmed, hating the hunger in his voice, echoing the budding need in mine. I was sick to think I ever wanted this with Brax. But I never wanted this with Brax. I wanted light role-play, tame bondage, nothing like this. Please, not like this.

Q shocked me silent as he kissed my throat. He lingered, breathing deep. My stomach flipped. Pulling back, shock resonated in his face, as if he hadn’t meant to resort to being gentle.

A conflict of emotions skittered in his eyes, dampening undisguised lust, twisting it into something else. He sounded regretful, “Say it, and I’ll let you go. I won’t hurt you. I won’t rape you. Not tonight.”

I bit my lip. If I said it, I threw myself at his mercy, but if I didn’t say it, I’d be raped and I couldn’t handle that. Not after the trauma of everything. Not after my entire world dumped me and left me bereft. Especially not with my body being enemy number one.

“Esclave, say it.” His mouth tickled my ear again, words vibrating through flesh.

My fight drained, the will to disobey unspooled into meekness. “Yours,” I breathed, sick to my stomach, wanting to scrub my mouth out.

He kissed me, so, so softly, smelling like mint and lust—if lust had a smell. “Again.”

I shook my head, trying to get free. Q’s arms banded tighter, dragging me against his rock hard erection. “Don’t test me. My strength to let you go is almost at breaking point. Push again, and I won’t be able to stop.”

“Why hesitate? That’s what you mean to do, isn’t it? Ruin me. Keep me captive. A sex slave. Treat me like some animal to use and abuse?” I whispered, but my tone crackled with anger, fierce and bright.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to take from you,” he murmured. My heart stopped. His tone hinted his thoughts—remorse.

“What do you want, then?” I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

Q paused, a flutter of fingers caressed my arm, imprisoning me, then stopped as if he did so unconsciously. “You know what I want, esclave.”

My heart hurt. I couldn’t keep up. One moment he touched as if I were an irreplaceable piece of art, the next he held me as if I was a bitch needing a lesson. He shook me, growling in my ear. “I need you to say it again, then you can go.”

Two options. Two decisions. Neither was easy. Both had consequences. But, for now, I chose the one protecting my virtue for another night.

I hung my head and murmured, “Yours.”


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Thank you for considering MAKE ME: Twelve tales of dark desire. We hope you enjoy your trip! Please check out the contributing authors to find out more about their books and upcoming events.
Aleatha Romig - Consequences
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Skye Warren - Wanderlust
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Eliza Gayle - Play With Me
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Cari Silverwood - Take Me, Break Me
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Jasmine Haynes - Take Your Pleasure
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Pam Godwin – Beneath the Burn
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Annabel Joseph – Comfort Object
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Claire Thompson – Enslaved
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Annika Martin – The Hostage Bargain
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Shoshanna Evers – The Man Who Holds the Whip
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Pepper Winters – Tears of Tess
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CJ Roberts – Captive in the Dark
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Monday, February 10, 2014

Make Me- Tales of Dark Desire



March 2014

Make Me: Twelve Tales of Dark Desire
Take a trip to the dark side with 12 books by some of the hottest names in edgy romance, including USA Today Bestselling authors CJ Roberts, Eliza Gayle, and Aleatha Romig!

Pam Godwin - Beneath the Burn
Skye Warren - Wanderlust
Claire Thompson - Enslaved
Cari Silverwood - Take Me Break Me
Annabel Joseph - Comfort Object
Aleatha Romig - Consequences
Shoshanna Evers - The Man Who Holds the Whip
Annika Martin - The Hostage Bargain
Jasmine Haynes - Take Your Pleasure
Eliza Gayle - Play With Me
Pepper Winters - Tears of Tess
CJ Roberts - Captive in the Dark

For release week only, this set will cost 99 cents. These full-length e-books would cost over $40 if purchased separately. This set will only be available for a limited time, so order your copy now!
Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00I2UGR4I
(Note to hosts: Unfortunately, the B&N pre-order link is not up at this time. However, it should be up by mid-February, well before the release date of March 3rd. Hopefully this link will find it easily, once it’s up.)

About the Authors

Thank you for considering MAKE ME: Twelve tales of dark desire. We hope you enjoy your trip! Please check out the contributing authors to find out more about their books and upcoming events.
Aleatha Romig - Consequences
Website | Facebook | Twitter

Skye Warren - Wanderlust
Website | Facebook | Twitter

Eliza Gayle - Play With Me
Website | Facebook | Twitter

Cari Silverwood - Take Me, Break Me
Website | Facebook | Twitter

Jasmine Haynes - Take Your Pleasure
Website | Facebook | Twitter

Pam Godwin – Beneath the Burn
Website | Facebook | Twitter

Annabel Joseph – Comfort Object
Website | Facebook | Twitter

Claire Thompson – Enslaved
Website | Facebook | Twitter

Annika Martin – The Hostage Bargain
Website | Facebook | Twitter

Shoshanna Evers – The Man Who Holds the Whip
Website | Facebook | Twitter

Pepper Winters – Tears of Tess
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CJ Roberts – Captive in the Dark
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Thursday, December 26, 2013

Make Me Yours Virtual Book Tour


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Blurb:

Taking what you want may come at a terrifying price.
Chris calls his darkest, nastiest fantasy into the light of day when he has to kidnap Kat to save a friend. For years, he’s wanted to bring her to her knees.
But claiming her draws attention. Andreas wants to save Kat, until he sees her response to raw male dominance.
More dangerous are the human traffickers, who regard the acquisition and selling of women as a very high stakes business. And they’re watching. Everything.
Death. The perversion of love. The loss of freedom.
Sometimes there is no choice.
Warning: Capture fantasy; dubious consent; anal play; strap-on; M/f/M and f/f scenes; BDSM themes including caning, spanking, bondage, and piercing, as well as some upside-down naughtiness.
Also contains one Dom gone bad who believes obsession means never having to say you’re sorry.
 



BDSM and power
A lot of BDSM stories revolve around power exchange – Dominant and submissive, Domme and submissive, Master and slave. I used to believe my Pierced Hearts series was not actually BDSM due to the capture fantasy/ dubious consent theme that runs through the books, but I’ve since had several kinksters, who have been in the lifestyle for years, point out that they are in fact BDSM.
RACK (risk aware consensual kink) is obviously consensual. As is PRICK, which I can never recall what the letters stand for. lol Though consensual is in there too.
Googled it! Personal Responsibility Informed Consensual Kink.
BDSM is a convenient way of referring to any sort of story where power exchange, bondage, and sadomasochism feature heavily even though there may not be consent.
Power exchange is where someone hands power over to someone else. The extent of that handover varies from relationship to relationship but with consensual kink, there will be an out. A safeword is the most recognized way out, but legally, there is no way, in our society, you can hand over yourself to someone else permanently. You’re a slave to Master XYZ? Sure you are. Until the day you decide to leave that relationship. Anyone who says otherwise is delusional.
The fun in writing my Pierced Hearts stories is in playing around with the idea of someone having that sort of power over you where there is no way out. Fantasies of these sorts are role played in BDSM scenes, all the way up to roleplaying rape. This is what’s often called consensual non-con. Rape fantasies are very common with women. Stress the fantasy there, of course. These are not desires for actual rape.
Capture fantasy stories are another way to role play sexual fantasies – hence the appeal of stories featuring women who are captured by the ‘hero.’ I’ve said it before – bodice rippers sold by the millions because many women desire male dominance in the bedroom, at the very least.
The power exchange that we speak of in BDSM is a deep thread that weaves through many human relationships. The gap in thinking, desires, and needs between kinksters into power exchange and the average man or woman is not that wide.

If you’re seeking your daily ‘hit’ of delicious capture fantasy and power exchange, my Pierced Hearts series is waiting for you. If you like bad boys and you love Doms, start reading because inside my latest book, Make me Yours Evermore, are some droolworthy Doms gone bad.


Excerpt - PGish

The water might be cold but she was warm against my skin. I couldn’t help admiring her curves as I smoothed away the grime of all that had happened to her over the last day. A few times she stirred and pushed at my hand but I persisted. Her skin was pale, accentuating the red of her bra and black of her panties – color coded scraps of cloth that screamed sexual territory. All the best bits were underneath those. Her lips were plump with the promise of kisses. Long legs, female contours…

Damn.

At last the tape loosened and I gently pulled the bits away from each strand of her hair, revealing her face. What color were her eyes? I turned her face upward and stroked her cheek until she opened them.

Gray. A pretty and liquid light gray.

“Hi,” I said softly.

She only groaned quietly and blinked.

When she turned her cheek away and nestled back into me, curving her back and drawing up her legs so the water swirled, I had to clamp down on a surge of emotion. Her eyelids drifted down again. She clung to my leg with both arms – determined yet weak. Her hair swept in lazy arcs against the masculine heaviness of my thigh.

Beauty personified.

I ached somewhere deep inside. What did Chris want to do to her?

The draw to protect her was so strong. I didn’t care what she might or might not have done. So cute all snuggled around me. I’d never had a woman do this. Ever. Not in such a vulnerable way.

“Hey, baby girl.” I stroked her cheek again. “I’m going to get you out of this.”

She stirred but her eyes stayed shut. “Not a baby. Fugg off.”

I chuckled and smiled. “Not a hope.”

Daylight was fading by the time we had her out of the bath and dried off. 

When Chris wrist and ankle cuffed her and collared her with black leather, I managed to stay quiet. When he attached a metal leash, I fought not to explode.

Maybe part of this was that I also found her disturbingly sexy all collared and leashed. That scared me.

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Explicit Excerpt

Embarrassment had reached new depths. It was one thing standing in a room naked and getting whipped by a Dom you’d selected carefully and teed up your limits with. I had control over that. But this? Kneeling on the breakfast counter with my hands behind me and basically chained to the wall while wearing a wet, milk-soaked scrap of a dress?

I wanted to sink into the floor. Even more so since I knew having them do what they’d done – stared and treated me like a pet they had to feed, had turnedme on so much I was afraid to open my legs. I could feel how slippery I was down there.

When Andreas excused himself and wandered off down the hallway to the toilet I relaxed some. One gone. Maybe now, I’d get freed. I braced myself for the evil I had to do, begging from him… Then I raised my eyebrows, in a hopeful fashion, at Chris.

He deadpanned back at me.

Shit. Did I have to whine? I was not whining. But I wasn’t game to speak. Chris’s suggestion of a piñata and the crocs hearing my beating had been ominous.

The stool scraped on the floor as he stood.

I managed a forced smile when he came to the counter and hopped up on it, sitting next to me with his legs dangling over the edge.

“You were very, very good,” he drawled. 

I blinked and tried to stamp down on my awareness of the difference between him, free, a dominant man and inches from me, and me tied up. It was electric. Chris was the epitome of alpha male. In the past, his pale blond man-god good looks had always steamed up my female sex goggles in milliseconds. I couldn’t help holding my breath and giving my lower lip a tug with my teeth. Pure body reaction, I reminded myself, I still hated him. I did, I did.

His slow perusal of my breasts and the trail of milk and cornflakes down my belly made me both melt into a sizzle of goo and want to snap out something like…like, I’m not your breakfast. Noo. God no. Need a spoon? Fuck no, not that either.

Surreptitiously, I twisted one wrist, praying it was loose.

He spotted that movement and his mouth curved. “It’s amusing, Kat. Watching you. Watching you and knowing I can touch you without you doing anything to stop me. Knowing you’re aroused too.”

“I’m not aroused,” I ground out through my teeth. “Andreas will be back soon!” My glare would hopefully turn him to ashes.

“You speak?” Gently he began to roll the dress up my thighs. I tensed and squeezed my thighs together. “Uh-uh. No hiding there. Open.”

I glared some more.


Chris moved in and nipped my nose. Shock hummed through me as his other hand wrapped around my breast, squeezing tight. Big hand, hard grip, small pains that did things to me. I squirmed on the spot.

I hated possession like this – the casual owning of a woman bothered me, especially if it was me. But with his hand on me there, and the wrist bondage, with my arms pulled back out of the way, I had nowhere to go. Fuck. Hate you Chris.

Yet what he did fed heat into my groin.

“Open your eyes, Kat.”

I snapped them open. Crap. I’d closed them without meaning to.

“I knew you were turned on because you've dripped on the counter.”

Mild panic to mortified in one second flat. Knowing he’d seen my moisture coming from me… I stared at him. Amusement, lust, and the satisfaction of a Dom who’s hit the humiliation and torture button flickered across his face. 

Bastard.

His thumb swept over my breast teasing my nipple as he added in a matter of fact way, like it was a done deal. “I’m going to make you come now, Kat. If you don’t want Andreas to see, be good. If you’re bad, I can stretch this out forever.”


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Friday, September 13, 2013

Bind Me and Keep Me Tour and Giveaway

Bind-and-Keep-Me

BIND AND KEEP ME blurb
How far would you go to protect your love and your life?

When two deaths turn his world upside down, Klaus must wrestle with a problem that goes soul deep. With Jodie it was capture fantasy but now he’s made the fantasy real, dragging her along as his accomplice. No one should feel so good about something so wrong.

Maybe his soul is darker than he feared. Maybe the rules shouldn't apply to him.

 Buy link:

 http://www.amazon.com/Bind-Keep-Pierced-Hearts-ebook/dp/B00EUFPNIA/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1379049244&sr=8-1&keywords=bind+me+and+keep+me


Romance and Dubious Consent
The farther I’ve travelled into my writing of this Pierced Hearts series, the more I’ve learned about dubious consent stories. If you read these stories, you’ll have a fair idea as to what they involve. The average romance is totally consensual with very little hint of any noes from the heroine. A dub con story is based around the heroine going no when inside her head she’s going oooo…maybe. In real life this is that horror of horrors, a mindset that encourages rape culture, but inside a book it’s a very common fantasy of women.
Not real, fantasy. If you don’t like to read these stories, move on to one you do want to read, like that one about a serial killer terrorizing a town. Yes, us humans have some odd ideas about what to read.
Dub con comes on a sliding scale. Bodice rippers, where the heroine and hero fall in love, are at the mild end. At the other, dark and edgy end are stories which are pretty close to non-consent and rape. All dubious consent stories are closely intertwined with capture fantasy stories. I’ve loved reading these for many years and possibly John Norman’s Gor series were my first in this sub-genre. I used to hide them away in my bookshelf. Naughty me.
With this Pierced Hearts series of books, I’ve always meant to escalate the dubiousness of the consent as I went, as well as keeping the man someone you could understand and even, maybe, someone you have a strange urge to drool on and stroke the biceps of…
But as well as the dubiousness, I wanted to keep the romance alive. I wasn’t sure I could do that all the way through the story. I mean, if it’s full on dub con all the way, how can you have romantic love between him and her? Certainly the first book in the Pierced Hearts series, Take Me, Break Me, is a romance, but this one, Bind and Keep Me, was a more difficult nut to crack.
The ending had to be dub con, meaning the woman was still unsure in some way as to whether she wanted to be with him…
Yet maybe I could inject some romance?
Yes, writing this one gave me a few puzzles.
Can you have love if there is not full consent? Surely for two people to love one another it must be consensual? You cannot force love. You cannot force someone to love you. I’m pretty sure of that. But if you disagree, I’d love to hear your argument.
My first idea was, what if you love someone, but you don’t want to stay with them?
That might work. But the deeper I got into writing Bind and Keep Me, the more I doubted that I could end it with romance…or even that I wanted to. Jodie and Klaus were in love, did I really need any other romance to keep readers happy?
Would Stephanie fall in love with Klaus?
I never really figured out the answer to this question until I reached the end of the book.
Review:
This book was more than amazing. I started it yesterday, in a panic as the tour was getting closer and my schedule has been more than a little hectic of late. Figuring I would read for a short while and go to sleep, I was shocked to find a couple of hours had passed and thrilled to be deeply engrossed in this astounding book.
Cari Silverwood is one of my favorite BDSM writers. This story falls outside of those confines, as it is a non-con capture kind of story. The reasons behind it become abundantly clear and completely worked for me. What would any of us do in that situation? Well, I don't have a basement, but still...If you found yourself in the same position, what would you do? Hard question, but it is a compelling one that is still keeping me reading and I have great plans after lights out tonight to read some more. 
As a captive, would you submit to your captors, knowing it would be the way out eventually? Another great question. One that has me riveted as I crawl back into bed with my e-reader this evening. Only Cari Silverwood can make a capture fantasy like this into a toe curling scenario that haunts my dreams in a most delicious way.

 5/5


Early praise for Bind and Keep Me:
“Bind and Keep me, leads you down a depraved path full of dark desires that you know are so wrong, but feel too good for you to care. Cari Silverwood makes losing what we all cherish—our freedom—sinfully erotic.” - Bianca Sommerland, author of Deadly Captive
“Enthralling and seductive, BIND AND KEEP ME brings the taboo into our basements and locks us inside. A must-read for lovers of dangerous erotic fiction.” - Skye Warren, author of Wanderlust


Explicit Excerpt
“I’m not yours.” Her answer was quiet and tremulous.

Such bravery in the face of overwhelming superiority.

I stopped with my palm pressing her upper back down onto the mattress. Enough pressure that she could feel my strength, enough so that she tensed and then, as I didn’t relent, she gave in, her head lowering, her body quivering. Was she a true submissive? I was fairly certain she was.

“You’re pretty, beautiful even. Desirable. Fuckable. I scare you because I like pain more than you can comprehend. I’m not going to kill you. I’m not going to carve off your flesh and eat it. But, little toy, I am going to hurt you more than you think you can take.” 

She froze in the middle of inhaling. I smiled and grasped a big handful of those dark locks just above her nape. I levered her head back until she was arched and her breasts were no longer concealed beneath her. So I took one in the grip of my other hand. “Mine,” I whispered. “You’re mine whether you fucking want to be or not.”
I squeezed both her breast and the fistful of hair, and I leaned down to look into her fear-darkened eyes.

“You need to learn not to be afraid of pain,” I murmured. “And you know why?”

She swallowed and I felt her endeavor to shake her head. Long strands of her hair fell across her face.

“If you lose that fear of pain, you will lose some of your fear of me. Not all, some. I’m not your nemesis, girl, I’m just going to be your master.”


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Glossary of US and Australian terms
In the interests of not jerking most of my readers out of the story with some unfamiliar word usages, I opted to sometimes use the US word instead. However, since I completed the book, I’ve been told by many American readers that they’d rather I use the Aussie words.
I’m not entirely convinced. Since I think I have far more American fans than Australian, I may still be tempted in Book 3, “Make Me Yours, Forevermore”, to use some American terms. If you want to tell me otherwise, feel free to pop a comment on my facebook wall.
This example is why I hesitate:
Klaus put on his thongs and strolled out the door to take his daily walk on the beach.
US word vs Aussie
Cell phone = mobile   US term used in the story
College  = University or Uni   Australian word used
Dishcloth = tea towel   I used the US word
Flip flops = thongs   This was explained in the story
Cooler = esky   US word used with the Australian word
Popsicle = ice block   US word used
Shrimp = prawn   This was explained in the story
Spatula = egg flip   This was explained in the story, and it’s a regional Australian term that isn’t used nationwide, I think
SUV = Four wheel drive   US word used
There may be others I substituted but missed seeing. I have become so used to doing this in my stories that it’s almost automatic. I have also used US spelling throughout. Though this book is self-published both of my earlier publishers, Loose Id and Lyrical Press, used US spelling.
About Cari:
Cari Silverwood writes the way the world should be - dangerous and sexy with bullets piercing the darkness and lovers wrenched close by ropes. When you need escape, when you need that rough lover to bring you to your knees, here you will find stories to singe your fingers. The taste of adventure, the tang of BDSM, the burn of fantasy run wild. Brace yourselves, if you dare to read.

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