Sensory Limits Is The Totally Bound Editor’s Choice

The Sensory Limits BDSM anthology is now available as an early download from Totally Bound, and it’s been picked as this week’s Editor’s Choice by the team at TB headquarters. So what makes this antho special? Well, contains six fabulous stories that all explore the role of sensation play in BDSM sex, so expect the use of everything from ice (as featured in my contribution the collection, Cruise Control) to hot wax, and submissives who crave the touch of a master who knows how to make their bodies sing…

As well as Cruise Control, the anthology features stories by Ashe Barker, Wendi Zwaduk, Tori Carson, Zoe Mullins and Fara Allegro. You can find out more, and read an extract from the book, here. Hopefully it’ll make you want to choose Sensory Limits, too.

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Cover Reveal – Power Chords

I just received this amazing cover for my new MM BDSM novella, Power Chords. The very talented Posh Gosh at Pride Publishing was tasked with finding some gorgeous men who look like rock stars, and as you can see, she’s succeeded wonderfully:

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Power Chords is the story of Dax and Jordan, members of chart-topping rock band Code Black, and their love-hate relationship that takes a whole new turn when they’re sent away to write songs for a new album together. More info coming nearer the release date…

Hallowe’en May Be Over…

…but it’s not too late to enjoy a deliciously wicked read courtesy of Lisabet Sarai’s new BDSM menage tale, Coming In Costume.

Here’s the blurb for the story:

ComingInCostume600When her dominant husband Greg proposes that they attend a company Halloween gala, Isabella is too excited to be suspicious. Unlike her introverted master, she adores parties and dressing up. Only after they arrive does Bella learn her Dom has planned a kinky, semi-public scene involving both pain and pleasure―a Halloween masque that includes a starring role for Greg’s best friend James.

And here’s a very naughty extract to get you in the mood:

He circled behind me once more to peel off my panties. The soaked cotton clung to my skin. He dragged them down to my ankles and tossed them away.

“Tsk, tsk. It appears that punishment turns you on. Shameful!” Despite his words, he sounded more amused than annoyed. Without prelude, he thrust several fingers deep into my drenched channel. I clamped down reflexively, struggling against the rising tide of pleasure that obliterated every shred of pain.

Greg snatched his hand from my depths, leaving me shuddering with want.

“Oh, sir…”

“I should give you additional strokes for that. But that would only arouse you more, wouldn’t it? We’ll have to see if you find a bare-bottomed thrashing equally exciting, you nasty girl.”

The pointer swished through the air. A fireball of pain exploded as it landed on my already tenderized flesh. My howl of agony echoed through the empty museum halls.

“Twelve.”

“Oh, no, no…! Please, no more, I can’t…” Tears streamed down my cheeks. The latest stripe burned like a brand, the hurt pulsing hotter each instant, even though he didn’t hit me again. Then Greg’s hand cupped my butt cheek. The pain didn’t stop, but his touch transformed the raw feeling into something I wanted. His voice was barely audible above my sniffling.

“You know you can use your safe word, Bella.”

“No—no, sir, I don’t want—don’t want to disappoint you…”

“You could never disappoint me, love.”  He let the pointer rest for a moment across my ass cheeks, then traced a line down the inside of my thigh with the tip.

I spasmed as he brought it closer to my slick, exposed pussy, though, to my mingled relief and regret, he refrained from touching my most sensitive spots. How could I be so aroused when I hurt so much?

Coming In Costume is available from Amazon US, Amazon UK and Smashwords. Go on, let it put the willies up you…

I’m In The Spotlight At Cara Sutra Today

If you’d like to know more about my long (very long…) association with erotic fiction and why I really enjoy writing about hot men getting it together with each other, and you want to read spicy extracts from three of my Totally Bound/Pride Publishing books, then click here.

Sunday Snog – Away From It All

awayfromitall_800In the mood for a hot snog? Well, I’ve delved into my back catalogue to bring you a snippet from one of my BDSM-themed Totally Bound novellas, Away From It All. Alyssa thinks she’s going to have a boring time on a spa retreat when her best friend has to miss the trip. Then she meets dominant, demanding and very cute film star Drew, and soon she’s having the best sex of her life…

Enjoy the moment, her inner voice told her. Don’t think about what’ll happen when you go your separate ways. He’s the hottest man you’ve ever known and he loves the way you submit to him. Be happy with that.

As if sensing how her thoughts threatened to run away with her, Drew pulled her into his arms. He crushed his mouth against hers in an urgent, bruising kiss. Not caring that someone might come by and see them, she wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding her body against his. Beside them, candle flames flickered, their reflections caught in the surface of the pool, the effect strangely ethereal.

Breaking the kiss, Alyssa panted, “Want you so much. Need you inside me.”

“All in good time, sweetheart.” Drew captured her nipple between thumb and finger, pinching until the pleasure was undercut with sweet pain.

She threw her head back, gasping, pushing her crotch hard at Drew’s still-covered bulge. “Please, Drew. I want to be fucked. I want to come.”

“Demanding little thing, aren’t you?”

Drew chuckled, but he didn’t keep her waiting any longer. Guiding her out of the water, he picked up their discarded robes and took her over to one of the loungers that lined the side of the pool. Caught up in her need for him, Alyssa no longer cared about being naked. All she wanted was to feel Drew’s cock filling her once more.

Find out just how far Alyssa is willing to go to make all her submissive fantasies come true in Away From It All, and pop over to Blissekiss, home of the Sunday Snog, for all the kisses you’ll need to spice up your weekend…

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Sunday Snog – Night Voices

 

nightvoices_800Hooray for Sunday, and all the delicious snogs coming your way via Blissekiss. As my naughty but nice novella Night Voices is now available for early download from Totally Bound, I thought I’d treat you to a little kiss from that.

Late-night DJ Laurie is less than thrilled about having sex therapist Dr Roxy as his co-presenter, and when she oversteps the mark in the studio, he knows there’s only one way to teach her not to do it again.

Laurie all but dragged her to his flat. The walk had been just long enough for doubts to set in as to whether she was doing the right thing. She’d always been impulsive when it came to men. Until now that had mostly been one-night stands when she was in a strange town on one of her book tours. Hooking up with a man she knew she would never see again had its thrills. Most importantly, it couldn’t do anything to harm her career. But she worked with Laurie, and he could make things very difficult for her if this didn’t work out. If only he hadn’t pushed her buttons with his talk of a spanking.

Maybe she should have tried harder to resist the challenge he’d laid down. Who was she kidding? Resistance was the last thing on her mind, especially now, as Laurie fumbled his key into the front door lock and let them both into the flat. Still, she needed to be sure they were both reading from the same script.

Rising up on her toes, Roxy took the point of Laurie’s chin in her hand and held it there while she pressed her lips to his. He made no attempt to break free of her grasp, returning the kiss with passion. They staggered a couple of paces down the hallway, mouths locked together. Laurie traced his tongue over Roxy’s full lower lip, and she moaned softly. She played her hand down the length of his throat and into the open neck of his shirt. The soft curls of hair tickled her fingertips, and she smiled to herself. She loved a man with a nice, hairy chest—even better if that hair trailed in a line to connect with the bush at his groin and drew the eye downwards with the promise of delights to come.

Roxy started to tug at his shirt buttons, wrenching the first two open before he stopped her.

“Hey, who’s in charge here?” he growled. “Not the little brat who needs a spanking, that’s for sure.”

She’d never been referred to as a brat before and the word, with all its connotations of bad behavior that needed to be punished, sent a shiver of dark, sweet pleasure through her.

“Come with me,” Laurie ordered and led her through to his living room.

 

To find out more, pick up a copy of Night Voices from Totally Bound. And visit Blissekiss for more lovely snogs.

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