Guest Interview – Rose Dainty From Queenie Black’s Hard-Pressed

My guest at the Naughty Corner today is Queenie Black, author of the sizzling-hot BDSM erotic romance, Hard-Pressed. She’s brought along Rose Dainty, the book’s heroine, who has plenty to spill about the delicious Dominant, Master Lucien, and much more. And she’s also offering you a chance to win an Amazon gift card in a Rafflecopter giveaway. Queenie, Rose, welcome!

Queenie: Hi Rose, thank you for taking the time to talk to me.

Rose: No worries. Call me Ro, please. Only Lucien calls me Rose.

Queenie: Oooops, sorry, Ro. I’m sure the readers would like to know more about you so do you mind if I ask you a few questions?

Ro: Not at all, as long as you don’t mind if I reserve the right not to answer. (She winks)

Queenie: What attracted you to Lucien in the beginning?

Ro: Hmmm. Let’s see. His sexy walk, his forearms, his chest…oh boy when you see him sparring or doing his martial arts work out, with the light gleam of sweat on those muscles…(she fans herself) what’s not attractive? Actually though it was his smile, and that he really saw me. The real me. The woman behind the muscles, and he liked what he saw.

Queenie: How much did you know about the BDSM lifestyle before you met Lucien?

Ro: Everyone’s read Fifty Shades, right? That’s what I knew. Working as Lucien’s bodyguard meant I learned a little bit more but not much. There were a couple of times when I had to protect him at Hard Pressed, but I didn’t stand at his side and watch him or anything. Mostly we stayed in the bar area. What I did see didn’t impress me very much, though, mainly because I didn’t understand it. But I have to admit secretly I did find it…entrancing and somewhat of a turn on, so I did quite a lot of research at home. (She goes a bit pink)

Queenie: What did you feel when Lucien challenged you to one night at Hard Pressed?

Ro: Torn. I hated the idea that he might be right about me, but I really wanted to understand what he found attractive about the lifestyle. So, on the one hand I was very resistant and on the other I wanted the experience.

Queenie: What did you learn?

Ro: Ha ha, you’ll have to read my story if you want the answer to that. Let’s just say it was…enlightening.

Queenie: With a name like Rose Dainty and looking…

Ro: the opposite of Dainty?

Queenie: …well, yes. How did that impact on you?

Ro: TLet’s just say that I was teased during my early teenage years. For a short while. But I was taller than most of my school mates and I gave as good as I got. It soon stopped.

Queenie: After you left school you joined the British military. Tell me some things the military taught you.

Ro: Teamwork, loyalty, self-sufficiency, and how to swear.

Queenie: Ah, yes, your swearing. That got you into some trouble with Lucien.

Ro: It gets me into trouble with everyone. Let’s not go there.

Queenie: Right. Oh…how about a quick-fire round?

Ro: Go for it.

Queenie: Coffee or tea?

Ro: Coffee with sugar and cream.

Queenie: Halloween or Christmas?

Ro: Christmas!

Queenie: Paddle or cane?

Ro: Paddle.

Queenie: Finally, we’ve talked about what first attracted you to Lucien. What keeps you with him?

Ro: Other than the great orgasms you mean? (She laughs) Quite simply, he’s my soulmate.

Excerpt:

I mounted the six shallow steps and faced the double front doors. Twin carriage lights cast a soft gleam over the brass plaque with its discreet lettering:

Club Hard

Private Members Only

I desperately wanted to run back down the steps, leap into my car, and drive home, but if I did, nothing would change, and I’d go back to dividing my time between working out, Candy Crush Saga, and the occasional night out with my friends. I might miss out on learning something about myself, something that could make a difference in my sex life. Worse, I might miss a chance at love.

I stayed, my feet rooted to the floor, but the insides of my hands were so damp, my finger slipped on the brass bell, setting off a short, discordant jangling. I winced as I rang it again properly this time. That certainly wouldn’t endear me to anyone.

Shifting from foot to foot, trying to keep the blood circulating in my toes, I looked around. Behind me, the gravel drive snaked away to a discreet carpark, and trees and shrubs created shadows within shadows. Autumn had finally reached London and in this exclusive part of it, crisp, clean air and earthy leaf mulch replaced the smell of fast food and exhaust.

I shifted again, starting to get irritated. If you were going to demand a woman wear nothing but a skirt that barely covered her butt, and a top that was little more than a bit of elastic bandage—on me it was ridiculous, if I sneezed, I’d pop out over the top—then you should damn well open the door promptly. Now, despite wearing my warmest coat over the absurd ensemble, there was a distinct draught zipping under my hem and freezing my exposed butt cheeks.

I lifted my finger to stab the bell again, and the door swung open.

Bloody hell. A real butler. I was no stranger to mansions with staff. Working as a bodyguard meant I saw the inside of a lot of wealthy homes, but so far, a liveried butler was a new one to me.

“Can I help you?”

I cleared my throat, wondering if there was any etiquette for addressing a butler, aware that my finger was still lurking in the vicinity of his eye. “Umm, I’m, ah, it’s Ms. Dainty. To see Mr. Dufort. I’m expected.”

He waved me through into a large marble-floored hall with a fire burning at one side. A wide, elegant staircase at the back curved away to the upper floors.

“I’ll inform Mr. Dufort that you’re here, if you’d like to take a seat.” He indicated a collection of sofas and easy chairs huddled as if for warmth around the fireplace. I made a beeline for the heat.

“May I take your coat?”

I crossed my arms tightly. No way was I exposing my scantily clad self. “Ah, thanks, but I’m a bit cold.”

“I see my guest has arrived, Henry.”

I turned away from the fire to see Lucien Dufort crossing the hall toward me. The floor seemed to drop a few inches and I had to grab the back of a chair to steady myself as his delicious, rich chocolate voice with its faint French accent wound around me, setting my heart hammering.

A tall, elegant man, he moved toward me with predatory intent, covering the floor in loose, confident strides, but it was his eyes that held my gaze, dark eyes, sharp with intelligence and power. He wasn’t a handsome man. His narrow-bladed Gallic nose, inherited from his mother, was slightly overlarge for that, but his lips were sensual, and the mix of tenderness and lust in his expression as he looked at me sent electric tingles charging down my spine.

“Rose, welcome to Club Hard.” He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it, his tongue flickering into the little hollow between my two smallest fingers, mimicking the act of sex. Normally, that would be an instant turn-off, but when Lucien did it, everything inside me melted. I tugged my hand free and shoved it into my coat pocket. This was bad. We hadn’t even started yet and my hormones were doing a happy dance.

“Your coat, ma petite.”

I undid the buttons reluctantly and he stripped it off my shoulders, giving it to Henry before indicating my feet. “Barefoot, please.”

I obeyed, steadying myself with one hand on Lucien’s forearm. I could have rested it there all day, enjoying the feel of thick bone and the flex of hard muscles, but I quickly unzipped my boots and gave them to Henry, who took them as solemnly as if I was handing him the crown jewels for safekeeping. He disappeared, taking my things with him, and I stood shivering, waiting for Lucien to say or do something. I shouldn’t have felt vulnerable. I fought with this amount of flesh on display, so it shouldn’t have bothered me, yet insecurity and apprehension crept hand-in-hand up my spine. “Lucien?”

He cupped my chin, his palm warm and sure, his thumb stroking my cheekbone in a gesture I found calming. “Tonight, you will address me as Monsieur, or Sir.” His words sank deep inside me, reaching a place I wasn’t aware existed. A place I didn’t want to believe existed. I stepped back, dislodging his hand.

Lucien’s cheek creased in amusement. “So, ma belle perle, the challenge begins. Are you ready?”

Buy links:

Amazon USA: https://amzn.to/2lXpCSP

Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2kswibm

Evernight: https://www.evernightpublishing.com/hard-pressed-by-queenie-black/

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/958783

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/gb/en/ebook/hard-pressed-18

iBooks: https://books.apple.com/gb/book/hard-pressed/id1480423303

Blurb:

Master Lucien has one night at Club Hard.

One night…to show bodyguard Rose Dainty that he can be the Dom she needs,

One night…to show her that submitting to him doesn’t make her weak, that true submission requires strength and trust.

Will pushing Rose to her limits prove to her she can trust him with her body and heart, and can she let go of her deepest fears long enough to enjoy her surrender?

They both have everything to prove and everything to lose.

Author bio:

I’ve always loved writing and I won my first prize for a short story when I was still at primary school. I’m an avid reader of romance and erotic romance and can usually be found with my nose in a book. The dynamics and sheer variety of human relationships fascinate me, and this is what I like to explore in my writing. I live in North Yorkshire with my husband and cat where I enjoy running and Tai Chi.

Social media links:

Twitter: https://twitter.com/queenieblackwr1

Website: http://www.queenieblackauthor.com/

Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/queenieblackauthor/

GIVEAWAY!

Queenie Black is offering one lucky reader a chance to win a £20/$25 Amazon gift card. To enter the competition, click here. Good luck!

This tour is organised by Writer Marketing Services. To check out the other dates on Queenie Black’s blog tour, click on the image below.

 

The Responsibility Of Choice – Guest Post By Christine Blackthorn

My guest today is Christine Blackthorn, who has not only written an unusual and engrossing paranormal novel, but has some very interesting thoughts on BDSM. Welcome to the Naughty Corner, Christine.

This post is the result of reading too much BDSM erotica and blog posts. Oh, and actually a real life conversation. It is also not a new sentiment – I have said so before. The summary of my point is easy – and really hard: you always have the responsibility of choice. No one can take that from you. No one is allowed to take that from you. You choose to submit and you choose to submit to whomever it is who holds the reigns.

You cannot get around the responsibility to choose – or the right to choose.

Every time you get tied up, every time you get flogged, every time you are punished, every time you serve — you make that choice. It’s a silent choice, you made that choice when you trusted the man or woman you gave your submission to. But it is still a choice. It gives you rights and duties.

You have the right that the other person acts with your best interest in mind — and the duty to do the same. The other is not a mind reader. The other is not perfect. He/She has accepted the responsibility when you play, or in the times you serve Him/Her, but, at the same time, you have the responsibility to talk to Him/Her.

If it is something old or new, somewhere in this there has to be the time, and the courage, to discuss what you do — even do some research together. There will come moments when you are asked to do something you are uncomfortable with, frightens you. There will be moments when you do it anyway because He/She asks you to. That is great — but it is still your choice. And there might be moments in which you are asked to do something, to endure something, you definitely cannot. It is your responsibility to tell the other what you feel and think. That is your duty.

If they then ignore you and harm you, they have not fulfilled their own responsibility. They chose to betray you — and that is never ok.

The choice is always with both of you, just as abuse can go both ways. If as a submissive you do not talk, are not honest, do not take responsibility for your choice, you harm the person who accepted your trust. It is not fair, it is not ok — and no fantasy can get you over that.

You are an adult. You can choose to do what you want, you can choose to submit, you can choose to be hurt and loving it, you can choose to give up control over every decision of your life — safe one decision. You cannot choose not to choose. And you cannot choose not to talk about it with the person you chose to trust for however long you decided to play — a few hours or a lifetime.

A Variety of Chains excerpt

Slowly, he lowered more and more of his weight to rest on her until she could feel his hard and still clothed limbs against her nakedness. His arousal was unmistakable as it rested in the embrace of her body, only separated from her skin by the fabric of his trousers. His hand stroked down, over her hip to her knee, before he hooked a hand underneath it and brought it up to his waist, opening her further to him.

She wanted to blame the hour, so close to the fourteenth, for the wetness soaking his trousers, but knew that would not be entirely honest. Her body was wet with arousal and spasms of pleasure were tightening her womb. He started to roll his hips, stroking the fabric over a part of her that she had not realised could become so sensitive. With each stroke of his body against hers, something tensed in her a little more. His lips started to play with hers again, teasingly stroking over them and then nipping her with lightning speed. She needed something she did not know she needed, and with every second it seemed to come closer. The sound ripped from her throat was between a moan and a sob – and it stopped him in his tracks.

His brow came to rest against hers on a moan. “There is nothing I want more than to continue this so that when I ask you again if you have ever had an orgasm, you are in no doubt at all, but unfortunately now is not the time. Now is too close to midnight, and it would be careless of me to lose control.”

Blurb

Kathryn McClusky is an ErGer – a rare and highly prized individual in the supernatural world.

She has spent her life running and hiding, but circumstances have changed and the only way to protect her family is to hand herself over to the Vampire Lord of London to face slavery or death.

Lucian Neben runs his London court with a stern but fair hand, but political pressures are building from both the human and fey worlds, and taking possession of an ErGer would cement his position of power.

Kathryn is vulnerable and broken almost beyond repair, but she holds in her hands the one treasure Lucian desperately wants – the possibility of home and family.

Can he teach her to open herself up; to choose to life, and him, before reality forces him to take her freedom?

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Author Bio

In “real” life, I am an academic with degrees in Political Science, Economics, Philosophy and Law and an insatiable desire to confound, baffle and disconcert my students. Someone once suggested to me the reason for my stories lay in the desire to offset the tedium and rationality of academic life. He wasn’t an academic or he would have known better. It is best to use research against tedium, students to offset the rationality and an unlimited supply of stressballs for the faculty meetings. The stories? Well, they are just for me – like a mental manicure.

I also write a blog on Feminism and Erotica – come talk to me:

Blog: http://christineblackthorn.eu/blog

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/cnblackthorn

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CBlackthorn

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GIVEAWAY!

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Power Chords Is Coming Soon

Like a little bit of rock and role with your dom/sub power play? Well, Power Chords, my MM BDSM rock star novella (such a nice combination of words, don’t you think?) will be available to pre-order from Pride Publishing at the end of September.

Here’s the blurb, to whet your appetite:

Music is his life – submission is his desire

As part of the hottest rock band on the planet, Code Black, Dax Carter and Jordan Black have it all. Their music is driven by their love-hate relationship, and their fans love the conflict they create on stage. It doesn’t help that there’s a simmering attraction between them that Dax refuses to acknowledge because he’s conflicted about being bisexual. Jordan fantasises about submitting to Dax, who has all the attributes of his perfect master.

Under pressure to write the songs for their new album, their manager hires an isolated cabin so Dax and Jordan can have perfect quiet to create. Cooped up together, their creative and personal tension comes to a head. What starts as a fist fight turns into something much more erotic. Has Dax finally realised what Jordan wants from him, and how will Jordan react when he is forced to obey all of Dax’s desires? Can their relationship in and out of the band ever be the same again?

To visit the book’s page on the Pride Publishing site, you can click on the nifty little graphic below, and get ready to rock…

Inspiration – Guest Post By Kate Julia White

My guest today is Kate Julia White, who’s written a frank, funny and very filthy memoir about her adventures on London’s swinging and scenes, Tough Love. Welcome to the Naughty Corner, Kate. 

Thank you to Liz Coldwell for inviting me to her blog, I’m very excited to be here… Liz also very skilfully edited my forthcoming book “Tough Love” (out on 15 June through Accent Press/Xcite Books), for which I am eternally grateful. In fact, she was the one who sent me a message with the magic words that my manuscript had been accepted for publication.

I get the question sometimes where I find the inspiration – and the truth is I’m rubbish at making things up. I have a friend who writes YA novels very successfully. She builds marvellous worlds and engaging characters with unexpected powers and endearing soft spots in a way I truly admire. I just can’t make things up which are consistent and credible. So, in a way I don’t have a choice: my inspiration comes from everyone around me in real life.

My friends and lovers don’t know they’re stars (or villains) in my writing, but it’s a fail-safe way to get a fresh stream of rich, nourishing ideas, vignettes and scenes. The “life is stranger than fiction” cliché really is true, and in Tough Love, everything actually really did happen. That also means I feel surprised, gullible, excited and horny when I reread my own writing, just like when everything took place. I laughed a lot when many of the events unfolded; I had a lot of exceptional sex and met some wonderful people. God forbid they should recognise themselves.

Look around and try to see beneath the surface. The best source of inspiration is you, your friends, their partners and exes, your neighbours and your colleagues. Within the immediate circle of people you meet daily, there will be all sorts of quirky and loveable individuals juggling affairs with their coworkers, making plans for swingers’ cruises and hiding the welts from the cane last night. You rarely have the privilege to get close enough to share their most eye-widening moments.

I’ve been lucky; I’ve typed up the stories I have experienced and been inspired to seek new adventures. I’ve written about it, as all of them deserve to be told – some to share the desire, ecstasy and joy, and some to serve as a warning, for you to giggle at if you like. But they are all true stories about life, love, and lust in London today.

Inspiration? Just think about the last time you were wildly turned on. Or ask your friend to tell the full story about how she lost her virginity. Or talk about how it really felt when you noticed someone watching you intently from across the train carriage with a wicked smile. Or remember the time you slipped the beautifully embroidered birthday lingerie on and looked in the mirror. Life really is full of wonder and laughter; we just forget sometimes. And sexy stories are the best way to remember. Kiss me, and you’ll see. Maybe I just make more of the opportunities come true than many other people.

This is a short excerpt from Tough Love, out on 15 June from Xcite Books:

One of the best parties that summer was David’s leaving do – a fully clothed, vanilla event at a local pub followed by a drinking marathon to finish off the contents of his bar at home. It was a celebration of what he had brought to London, with true love and affection between friends and neighbours mixed with the unavoidable sense that he would be missed. More by some of us than others. The party has about half kinky swinger friends and half workmates and neighbours who knew him as a fun guy but had little clue of how close the rest of us were. The wife of the family in David’s street looked straight at me for several seconds, completely unable to place me, before she realised who I was.

I was in a group of fairly glamorous-looking giggling, whispering friends, all made up and in a nice tight silk dress. I was far away from the frumpy mother of her kids’ classmate who was always late picking up after play dates. She was stunned to see me there, and my explanation of how we knew David through mutual friends and being invited to parties may not have added up, or maybe she knew more than she cared to admit to herself or her husband about the goings-on next door. She looked glad to see us but a bit confused – if we knew his next-door neighbour so well, why hadn’t we mentioned it when speaking about their street at dinner parties and at the school gates?

Then suddenly the gorgeous black girl who was a regular guest and supplier of snow decided she had to leave early, snuggled up to my husband, and firmly kissed him on the lips, promising we’d see her soon again. I stood next to them, happy that my husband was being kissed by a younger, better-looking woman with a deep cleavage, and also got a hug before she trooped out the door. The neighbour’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, I will never forget the looks of disbelief she gave us. A moment to savour; what could she possibly say or do even if she had her suspicions?

Blurb:

Tough Love is an erotic memoir of a married woman, a mother and business executive, who together with her husband decides to have an open marriage after many years together. The resulting adventures are both expected: exciting sex, strange characters and suspicious neighbours, and unexpected: male escorts sharing their wares for free, wedding invitations where she’s slept with both bride and groom and some remarkable friendships. The story is a declaration of love to London and its people, and all of it is true – it really happened.

Bio:

Kate lives in London with her husband and children. By day she is a successful business executive, by night an active participant in the exciting sexual adventures London has to offer. Oh, and she writes about it on the train to work or in bed with one of her lovers.

Buy link:

Amazon UK/Amazon US

You can find Kate Julia White at Facebook, Goodreads and on her blog.

 

Cover Reveal: Happy Christmas, Sir

Here’s a stunning cover for you – it’s for Happy Christmas, Sir, an erotic short story which is my first release with NineStar Press, a new imprint launching in November that specializes in LGBTQA fiction. The story tells of what happens when a sub decides to treat his stressed-out master to a very special Christmas getaway, and discovers what happens once Santa decides whether you’ve been naughty or nice over the course of the year. I’ll let you feast your eyes on this, because it’s very beautiful…

And you can find out more about NineStar here.

Hot Encounters Of The Fourth Kind

The lovely Lisabet Sarai is renowned for producing some of the most sensuous, intelligent, genre-defying erotic fiction around, and her new collection of dark paranormal stories, The Fourth World, is no exception. Be warned, though, this is strong stuff – the tales here include violence, blood, death, extreme BDSM, m/m interaction, vampires, succubi and things with tentacles. Here’s the blurb, to give you a better idea of what’s involved:

Enter the fourth world – a world of lust and shadows, where anything can happen.

Obsessive passion and dark ecstasy mark these seven stories of paranormal desire from eroticist Lisabet Sarai. An undead couple hunts for beauty and youth in the history-drenched streets of Prague. A sex addict meets his fate in the embrace of a seductive monster. An innocent writer offers her body and heart to a century-old ghost. A spiritual seeker succumbs to temptation in the arms of a fearsome and greedy goddess. A kinky, blood-drenched threesome unfolds in a luxurious Bangkok penthouse. These tales conjure the magic of sex, and its dangers. Expect to be unbearably aroused and occasionally terrified. Do not expect happily ever afters.

And if that’s roused your appetite, here’s an X-rated extract:

“Master Carl?” My eyes trained respectfully on his scuffed boots, I stand back to let him enter. The door swings shut behind him.

He fists my hair and forces me to my knees. My cock surges inside my pants.

“Don’t speak unless I ask you a question, boy. Understand?”

“Yes—yes, Sir.” I feel vaguely guilty bestowing that honorific on anyone but my true master. Keeping my gaze straight ahead, where an impressive lump distorts his worn dungarees, I catch a whiff of gasoline and old, sour sweat. His hand goes to his fly. I hold my breath, my heart slamming against my ribs.

“So you want me to cut you? That’s what you said, right?”

“That’s right, Sir.”

He peels the zipper down and hauls out his massive, uncut cock. “Suck me first. If you do a good job, maybe I’ll get out my knife.” 

I have no opportunity to reply. He mashes the head of his dick against my lips, pushes them apart, and drives his rod down my throat. When I sputter and choke around the rigid plug of flesh, he draws back a bit, letting me gulp air into my lungs. Then he rams back in, but this time, I’m ready. I suck at him like a kid with an ice cream soda, swirling my tongue over his bulb and tickling the ridge beneath.

He groans a bit. His blunt fingers clutch my shoulders to hold me still while he thrusts. He’s found his rhythm now, a hard, fast plunge followed by a slower withdrawal. My lips cling to the sleek, steely bulk of him each time he retreats.

Despite the funky smell of his jeans, he tastes clean, a bit flowery, as if he used perfumed soap. I’m reminded of them—my real master and mistress—and all at once I’m on the edge of coming. I tense, knowing that’s not permitted and my abuser senses the change. He’s a serious Dom, despite his tough demeanor, attuned to his submissive’s reactions. His hesitation gives me the chance for a deep breath and the urge subsides a bit, though my cock still throbs every time he fills my mouth.

I let myself pretend that the cock I’m sucking belongs to my master. He’s longer and more slender than Carl, but I don’t doubt he’d be equally rough. Cruelty is a habit for him. Closing my eyes, I picture him looming over me, his raven curls tumbling over his brow, his lips stretched in a taut grimace of pleasure. I’ve never tasted him, never touched him, but I know his skin would be cool and silky. His cock would be hard as a marble tomb.

The Fourth World is published by Excessica.com

Buy Links

Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Fourth-World-Erotic-tales-monsters-ebook/dp/B00Y23HXW4/

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fourth-World-Erotic-tales-monsters-ebook/dp/B00Y23HXW4/

B&N: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fourth-world-lisabet-sarai/1121978819?ean=2940151504676

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/fourth-world-erotic-tales-of-monsters-myths-and-magic

Excessica: http://www.excessica.com/books/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=22&products_id=892

About Lisabet

Brief Bio

When I was a little girl, my dad would make up stories for my siblings and me, fabulous sagas about ghosts and monsters, magical races with mysterious powers, heroes on impossible quests, hidden treasures awaiting only the most courageous seeker. I blame him for my lifelong fascination with the magical and miraculous.

Now that I’ve grown up, I create my own tales of wonder, weaving in generous portions of human desire with its potent enchantments. Lust and power—terror and ecstasy—my paranormal stories will make you believe in magick.

Links:

Website: http:/www.lisabetsarai.com

Blog: http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/83387.Lisabet_Sarai

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/author/lisabetsarai

Yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/lisabets_list

Whip It Up Is Out Today!

And to celebrate the release of this delicious anthology celebrating foodie fun and the thrill of submission, Total-e-bound are offering 25% off all their BDSM-themed books (apart from pre-order and pre-release titles). But be quick, because this offer is for today only! To find out more and start shopping, click on the image below: