Tuesday, 12 September 2017

Author Hot Seat Welcomes, Juliet Braddock

The author hot seat specials are designed to help readers get to know both popular, and up and coming authors, a little better. The questions are broken into sections - About your writing, about you, fun stuff and finally. Some of the questions are easy, other may need a little more thought and some may cause our author friends to hesitate before answering—still, they all answer. 

Today we welcome Juliet Braddock to the hot seat. Her latest release BLEMISHED is out today. So welcome, Juliet, we're glad you're here and wish you every success with the new book. 


Getting Started:

Tell us about your latest book. What was your inspiration for writing it, is it part of an ongoing series, the characters, the genre etc?

BLEMISHED is a standalone erotic romance that explores the story of unlikely lovers who find they have more in common than what’s on the surface.

Gavin Fletcher is an advertising executive on the rise in Chicago, and Chloe’s a homeless artist. They meet on a park bench in the middle of a blizzard, and their journey begins there.

As Gavin teaches Chloe to become his submissive, they surmount some very serious issues from their pasts. While they love to indulge in kink—and there are many sizzling scenes in BLEMISHED—they overcome the daily obstacles that life presents.

When faced with untimely tragedy, roles reverse, and they both learn and grow within their relationship both in and out of the bedroom.

Before we get into the interview I need to ask about your sight. As your regular readers would know, you recently went legally blind, which must have been devastating. How has that affected you, not only personally, but as a writer?

The night of January 13, 2017 changed my life forever. For about four or five days, my vision blurred, and I tried to ignore it. I thought it would go away. But I started to panic and ran to the eye doctor.

After a battery of tests and eyedrops, my ophthalmologist rushed me to the Emergency Room, and I was diagnosed with Pseudotumor Cerebri, or Hydrocephalus. I had water on the brain that was pressing against my optic nerves. The damage was so severe that they told me that I might not regain all of my sight.

In the first three months of the year, I was in the hospital more than I was at home. I had two eye surgeries, two spinal taps and brain surgery. And then, I had the final diagnosis after my brain surgery. I was diagnosed as legally blind.

I was right in the middle of my first solid edit of BLEMISHED when I lost my sight. The hardest thing I had to do was to pull the pre-order from Amazon. At that point, I didn’t know if I’d ever write again.

After my brain surgery, I allowed myself to wallow in pity for a couple of weeks. However, I realized that through technology—and my own will—I had to put those Big Girl Panties on, one leg at a time, and get my life back together.

I got software for the vision-impaired that magnifies the computer screen, and I bought a large monitor for my desktop. I adapted my drafts with big bold fonts that I could see. I hired a PA. And I started mobility training with the white cane for the blind.

The editing process takes me longer now, but I’m getting faster. Initially, it was a matter of learning the software for the vision-impaired. I just have to know to budget extra time into my publishing schedule.

My editor has been a tremendous help along the way. For example, I can’t see details on some photographs. I send them to her if I need a description of the scene, and she tells me about the colors and nuances I can no longer recognize with my own eyes.

My cover designer has also been so wonderful. She understands my thought process and how I want the books to look, but she’s also very sympathetic to my blindness.

Really, I just sought out the tools and team that would make it possible for me to continue my career as an author. I’m already halfway finished with my next book—a kinky, romantic comedy titled SMITTEN. After the year I’ve had, I had to write something light.

About your writing:
Buy Link
http://amzn.to/2xw1oAg

How many books have you written during your career so far and which is your favorite?

My first four books are part of the Manhattan Bound Series, which was inspired by my love for New York and Broadway. The books feature Maxine Kirk, a young theater publicist who’s new to New York and to kink, and her actor/Dom lover, Drew McKenzie. Maxine and Drew explore her foray into BDSM against the backdrop of Broadway. (WEAKENED, WRAPPED, KNOTTED and BOUND.) I also have a novella, “Professor Knows Best,” that I’ve re-released. And SMITTEN, my kinky rom-com, will be out in March 2018.

I think an author’s favorite book is always the one they’ve just written, and BLEMISHED is special to me on many levels.

I just loved writing Gavin and Chloe. They’re just two normal people, brought together by extenuating circumstances. They have their flaws, but together, they sizzle. I had fun writing them, and I hope readers fall in love with them just as I did.

BLEMISHED is also the book I was writing when I lost my vision. Throughout everything, writing and editing Gavin and Chloe’s story brought me comfort and hope. By immersing myself in the characters and plot, I forgot about my own pain and problems. I took my time with the edit and getting the marketing together, but I proved to myself that all was not lost in my writing career. In a way, this book—and my neuro-ophthalmologist—saved my life.

Have any of your books received negative reviews and how did you handle the situation?

I used to obsess over reviews until I was stuck in the hospital without my laptop this year. And when I came home, I realized how freeing that was, so I stopped reading them—all of them—cold turkey.

It’s not that I don’t care about reviews. I do. And my editor reads them for me to let me know if there’s anything I should see. But I realized that life is too short to worry about someone else’s negativity. I write for myself, and I write for the readers I’ve come to know over the last few years.

Do you believe in writer’s block and if so, how do you overcome it?

Nope! I write every single day. And sometimes, it’s tough to spit the words out, but that’s why we edit. I don’t believe in the proverbial “muse” or losing inspiration. When you’re a writer, that’s your job. Readers count on you to deliver. If it’s one paragraph at a time, you’re working through the manuscript. You’ll get it down, and you’ll get it done.

What is the one genre you would never write and why?

Probably Science Fiction. My brain just doesn’t work on that level to put together a convincing plot. If I tried to write that genre, the result would be unintentionally hilarious.

Have you ever written a book that you’ve regretted publishing and why?

I have two romantic suspense novels on floppy disk, locked away somewhere in my storage unit. They’re so different than what I write now, and I hope they never see the light of day. If my Goddaughter ever reads this interview, Alex, do NOT publish them when I’m dead. I’ll haunt ya, baby girl! LOL

If a reader said they wanted to write a book, what advice would you give them? 

Just write. Worry about the editing later. But put the words down on the page and finish the book. Also, find someone you really trust to read for you. You don’t want someone who is just going to tell you how wonderful the book is; you need someone who can provide thoughtful insight into your plot and characters. My editor was actually one of my first readers. She now knows my writing better than I do. Her feedback is crucial to my final manuscript. She’ll let me know when something is out of place, and I really think about her commentary as I move along with each book.

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About you:

Tell us what a typical day in your life is like?

Most days, I live at my computer. But usually, if I’m taking a break, it’s to have lunch with friends or to see a show on Broadway and grab dinner.

What sort of things put you in a bad mood?

Tardiness. Procrastination. People who exhibit zero manners on the subway—like when the perfectly healthy college student sits there during rush hour staring at the heavily pregnant woman standing in front of her. And people who feel the need to SPEAK LOUDER when they find out that I’m blind. I can’t see, but my hearing is just fine.

Do you have a bucket list and what’s one thing you still want to do that you haven’t done?

I’ve always been a go-getter. If I want to do something, I just make it happen somehow—even now that I’m legally blind.

For instance, I wanted to go to my dear friend’s birthday party over the summer. We’d both had some health scares this year, and it had been a while since I’d visited him. So I got on the train by myself and made the eight-hour journey.

I’m a big believer in the fact that you can’t sit around waiting for life to happen—you control your own destiny.

When I was ten-years-old, I told myself that I’d meet Duran Duran. Twelve years later, I did just that. I also promised myself that I’d move to New York, and I did that, too.

I’ve been lucky that I’ve had the chance to pursue my dreams – in my career, in my travels and in my lifestyle. There are still things I want to do and accomplish, but I know I’ll get around to them. So I really don’t have a Bucket List.

The one regret I do have is that I never saw Bowie live. That still saddens me when I think about it.

What makes you laugh?

A very smart, dark sense of humor. I see the humor in everything – starting with my own chaotic life. As I tell everyone, I’m the first person to crack a blind joke. And before you can laugh at anything else, you have to laugh at yourself first.

What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

Having to call the corner deli at midnight to deliver one six-pack of beer and one pack of condoms. I took some liberties with the real-life event, and I used it in WEAKENED. It was too New York. I had to use it.

Do you like to read and what are you reading at the moment?

I love to read. Right now, unfortunately, I’m not reading anything. It’s more difficult for me to follow along now with my vision loss.

My favorite book, though, is a very dark erotic suspense called Topping from Below by Laura Reese. I read it for the first time almost twenty years ago now, and I still have a hangover from that book. It’s not, however, for the faint of heart.

If you couldn’t write anymore, what would you do instead?

This whole year really changed my way of thinking. I would probably work as a counselor to the blind. Losing sight isn’t a death sentence, and you can still live a full life. That’s what I’d want to portray to others who are enduring similar situations.

Fun Stuff:

If you could go out with one famous person who would it be and why?

As my friends and readers ALL know, I have a mad crush on British actor James Norton. He’s on the rise with the remake of one of my favorite films, “Flatliners,” and he stars on PBS in “Grantchester. Those true-blue eyes…those luscious, kissable lips…and those ginger waves. Sigh. He truly makes me swoon. In BLEMISHED, Gavin Fletcher may have been based on him. Loosely. Sorta. Yeah…

Do you have a habit that drives your partner/friends/family nuts and what is it?

I bite my nails. When I let them grow, they’re so long and pretty—and I love nail polish, even though I can no longer see the colors. But when I bite them, they look dreadful.

In your opinion, what makes a person attractive?

Above and beyond everything, I look at sense of humor first. What makes a person laugh is the key to their soul. You get a sense of intelligence, how far they’ll push things and how they see themselves. If a guy can’t make me laugh, there’s no point in a second date.

What is the strangest food you’ve ever eaten?

Shark fin soup. I used to work for a Japanese company, and we were entertaining the executives from our Tokyo office. Coincidentally, they actually banned the sale of shark fin soup in New York a few years later. Not sure where the law stands now, but I had it before the ban.

Would you rather have a classic 1969 convertible Mustang or have the use of a beach side condo any time you want?

Living in New York City, I don’t drive, although I do love a classic Mustang. Can I hire a hot red-headed younger man to drive me around?

During my senior year of college, one of my best friends had a classic, powder blue Mustang. We named her Sally, and she took us everywhere. She knew all of our secrets. She kept us busy, and she kept our confidence. And we loved her.

About six months after graduation, my friend called me with the grim words, “Sally’s dead.” It was just complete autobody failure that took her. It was the one and only time I ever cried over a car.

And finally:

Would you rather survive an apocalyptic event (yes, even a zombie apocalypse) or die instantly without knowing what happened to your family and friends?

I’d rather go quickly. I’m adventuresome, but that doesn’t extend to the Z-Poc! 

Thanks for sharing your story with us, Juliet. As a last little treat Juliet has give me some BLEMISHED teasers to share with you. And don't forget to go to Juliet's social media pages for information on her work and other general stalking. :)







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Wednesday, 26 July 2017

Out Now—Winning the Campaign Manager by Lucy Felthouse



Blurb:
Politics has never been so sexy!
Cade Avery is running for a position on his local county council. He’s extremely good at what he does and is a valuable asset to his community. The trouble is, he upsets people, says the wrong things, and rides rough-shod over other people’s plans and ideas. His assistant, Mary, eager to improve Cade’s public image, hires him a campaign manager.
Quentin Rayworth is thrilled to be working with such a formidable public figure. It’ll be a challenge, but he’s confident he can help Cade to win the election, and knows that the achievement will look impressive on his CV.
It’s soon clear that the two men are set to be an excellent team. That is, until Cade’s werewolf makes its intentions known—in Quentin, it has found its mate, and it will not rest until he has claimed him. But can Cade—and his wolf—win over the campaign manager?





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Excerpt:
“You’ve done what?” Cade Avery yelled, fixing his long-time friend and colleague, Mary Summers, with a glare. He slammed his hands down on his desk, making a bunch of pens jump and rattle, and causing water to splash over the side of his glass. “Why the hell would you do such a thing?”
Mary, by now used to Cade’s temper and frequent outbursts, didn’t flinch. Standing firm on the other side of his desk, she calmly stated, “You heard me, Cade. I’ve appointed you a campaign manager. And as for the why, I think it’s pretty damn obvious.”
“Not to me,” he grumbled, snatching a handful of tissues from the box in his top drawer and swiping irritably at the liquid he’d spilled. “Seems like an unnecessary expense.”
With a heavy sigh, Mary replied, “Do you want to win this bloody election or not?”
“Yes, of course I do. What sort of a stupid question is that?”
“Well then, you need a campaign manager. The rest of the team and I already have enough on our plates. We can’t handle that side of things, too. Not to mention the fact that you really need someone with … expertise … in that department. Someone who can boost your public image, make you more likeable … you know, so people will actually vote for you.”
Screwing up the wad of soggy tissue and dumping it in the wastebasket beside him, Cade snapped his gaze to Mary. She stood, the ever-present iPad clutched against her chest, looking as determined and immovable as a five-feet-one, slim thirty-five-year-old was ever going to get.
He sat back in his chair and folded his arms. “What’s wrong with my public image?”
Rolling her eyes heavenward, her body tensing, Mary’s cool demeanor actually looked on the verge of cracking. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she looked back at him. “Give me strength, Cade. Are you fucking serious?”
She may have used the deep breath and probably a considerable amount of willpower to dampen down her physical reaction to his question, but her actual words gave her true state of mind away. As a rule, the word “bloody” was as bad as it got for Mary. To have enticed a “fucking” out of her, and within the same conversation, no less, meant she was in real danger of losing her temper with him. And despite her diminutive frame and usually chilled-out personality—especially in comparison with his huge frame and fiery personality—when she did lose it, she was utterly terrifying. Possibly the fact that she rarely got angry was what made it so potent when she did. Mary’s ire could turn even the thickest-skinned person into a blubbering wreck.
“Mary,” he cooed, backtracking quickly, “come on, sit down. Why do you always insist on standing up in here?”
“Because, unless we’re having a meeting, I don’t generally need to stay long. I normally impart my information, you give your feedback, and we get on with our day.” She shifted restlessly and narrowed her eyes. “But today, it seems, you’re having a bit of a brain fart. Do I really need to spell it out for you?”
Raising his eyebrows at her increasing irritation, and wondering if there was something going on in her private life that was making her so touchy, he nodded. “Yes, I really think you do.”
A few seconds of silence passed, in which Mary again seemed to be getting a grip on her irritation. She finally said, “All right. But don’t forget; you asked for it.”



Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter




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Friday, 21 July 2017

Cover Reveal - Sinful Pleasures: An Anthology of Erotic Tales by Sinful Press (@sinfulpress)



Release date 20th August 2017.

Sinful Press welcomes you to lose yourself in Sinful Pleasures. 

Join us as we weave our way from mainstream erotic romance to surreal sex-filled dreamscapes and everything in between, created by some of the best new and established voices in the erotica genre. 

Janine Ashbless   Ella Scandal   Sonni de Soto   Jo Henny Wolf   Lily Harlem   Lady Divine
Gail Williams   Samantha MacLeod   Tony Fyler   Ellie Barker   Lisa McCarthy

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Note: Sinful Pleasures will be available through all main online bookstores in print and digital on the 20th of August.
  

Excerpt from The Pier By Night by Janine Ashbless:

“What do you want to do now?” James asked, as they came level with another set of concrete stairs leading back up to the promenade. The question was lightly posed, but it seemed to carry an unconscionable weight. Maz looked sideways at him, rearranging the tickling strands of her hair back from her face one more time. Her body knew exactly what it wanted to do. Her body seemed to belong to some other person—someone with no memory, no ties, no guilt. Somebody who had lived all her life here, in the sun, on the beach, far away from any home or husband.
How easy it would be to do something irrevocable. Something that would tear down their carefully ordered world.
“Do you think they’ve got an aquarium?” she heard herself ask. “I like them.”
“It’s a seaside town. Of course they’ve got an aquarium.”
They did.
***
Indoors, it was surprisingly quiet and empty. The sun must be keeping everyone else outside. After the blaring pop music of the pier and the excited children on the beach, the dimly-lit faux-rock tunnels, with their windows onto pellucid underwater landscapes, seemed like another planet.
Maz and James took their time. She hadn’t been kidding about how much she enjoyed displays like these. The glowing pools drew her, and the fact that James was beside her only heightened the sense of dreamlike intensity. He would touch her occasionally—a hand on the small of her back, a finger brushing her wrist, the gentlest of clasps upon her upper arm as he pointed out a delicate seahorse among the reed grass. There was a quiet intimacy to it that made her shiver and blush and lose focus.
She could feel her whole body thrumming, as if she were lambent with arousal. 



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Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Out Now - Get Off Easy by Sara Brookes #bdsm #menage #newrelease

Blurb
At Noble House, fantasy has no limits. Log on and enter a world of your most secret desires. And remember, there is nothing more noble than the pursuit of passion…
I shouldn’t be watching, but I can’t look away.
It’s been years since I’ve seen Ford “Saint” Templar or Boyce Denali in person—although the gorgeous men have haunted too many of my fantasies to count. But now they’re here, right on my screen. Together. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
And I want in.
Noble House is the kingdom of geek kink, where the thrill comes from knowing that someone is always watching. All I have to do is be brave enough to turn off the screen, walk through the door and ask Saint and Boyce to take me back.
We used to be so good together, but we’re different people now. Will Saint’s commands still bring me to my knees with desire? Will the anticipation of Boyce’s touch still drive me wild? Will I be able to survive the pleasure of having them both?
It’s time to stop watching. I need this. I need them. And just maybe, they need me, too.




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Excerpt
Darkness surrounded Grae. In her life. In her mind. And even in her office as she leaned back in her overstuffed, overpriced chair and yawned. The creature comforts weren’t enough to keep her interested in the image flickering on her computer screen. Not that well-chiseled abs didn’t do it for her. They totally did. But considering the fact she’d been the one to draw, define, and enhance each one of those tongue-licking indentions, the final product had lost its appeal hours ago.
As long as the female audience members went wild, she would keep plodding along. Not to mention, if she didn’t deliver, she wouldn’t be paid her hard-earned check. As tempting as it was to continue, she desperately needed a break.
A quick glance at her trusty desktop clock showed she hadn’t stopped for over thirty-six hours. Since she was on a deadline, her director’s schedule won out over sleep and basic hygiene. Especially because she was under contract. If she wanted another shot at working with this director, she needed to have this guy’s abs painted on and swoon-worthy in the next three hours.
One hell of a reward awaited her after she completed her work, too.
As she made her way to the kitchen to refill her carafe, she tapped the reminder postcard that arrived two days ago against her chin. Fresh coffee would get her through. At least it had to. She’d worked under tighter deadlines, and on less sleep, than this project.
Thirty-six hours with no sleep was kid’s stuff.
Her reward, however, was not child appropriate.
No way. No how.
Kochran Duke was throwing one of his famous parties tonight. The events, where participation was allowed by members both at the club and online, were not low-key and always the highlight of the month. It also meant there was a distinct possibility Saint and Boyce would attend. They never missed a party at the converted armory. No telling what they’d be doing, though.
It was always a surprise when it came to those two.
She shoved a fresh filter into the brew basket, dumped in beans and water, and realized she didn’t care. They could sit and read nursery rhymes to one another, and she’d still get off. Wasn’t as though she’d joined Kochran’s exclusive website only to watch the pretty boys play with their toys.
Okay, well, it wasn’t the only reason.
There was a touch of practicality to why she chose to spend her night watching porn.
And it had nothing to do with satisfying her voyeuristic tendencies.
Her former Master recommended the online dungeon when it became obvious she had all the desire and drive to submit, but none of the time. Noble House offered several levels of membership depending on participation or observation. The fees were steep, but it was a small price to pay for satisfying a guilty indulgence from the privacy of her home office.
Once she’d discovered two of her closest friends from college were Dominants at Noble House, her interest in the private club increased tenfold. Thanks to alumni updates from the university, she’d known they’d continued to date after they graduated. Even knew where they lived because of an article published six months ago in the yearly alumni newsletter about the building they’d saved from the wrecking ball and turned into an apartment complex. Knowing they were still together, and trying to change the world, warmed her heart.
And a few other strategic lady bits.
Someday she would visit Noble House. Though the idea of taking a vacation long enough to visit Northern California sounded absurd. With the constant trail of work following her wherever she went, taking a break was unheard of. Visiting friends she hadn’t seen in more than a decade was even more ludicrous. As was confessing she’d seen every one of their broadcasted scenes since she’d become a member.
And hunted through the archives.
Several times over.
The coffeepot chimed. She dumped the contents into the carafe, then grabbed the French vanilla creamer. As she made her way back to her spacious office, her eyes slowly adjusted to the permanent darkness she’d created thanks to heavy light-blocking blinds. Day or night, the lighting in the room never changed. When she’d decided to leave the guaranteed contract with the big-budget movie studio behind and become a freelancer, she’d invested in all the bells and whistles. No sense working from home without the proper equipment.
Six monitors wasn’t too much, right?
A quick check of the emails she’d been ignoring for the past few hours indicated the director was getting aggravated. Time to buckle down and turn out this masterpiece. Armed with a fresh cup of coffee, Grae leaned back to watch the fight sequence she’d been working on for the past week. She noted a few minor inconsistencies she could smooth over while she waited to see if she had approval. No need to waste her time if the director wanted to ditch the segment.
Task completed, she zipped the file, then dropped it onto her secure server. An email containing the link to the director was next and meant her part was complete. She flipped a switch to change over to her personal computer tower and waited for it to boot. When it finally beeped in greeting, she directed the browser window to Noble House’s main site. A few keystrokes, and the splash page for tonight’s event flashed onto the huge screen she’d mounted on the wall.
Two very familiar faces stared back at her.
Boyce Denali, the one on the left, wore heavy-duty leathers. Too bulky for working inside the club. These were the kind used for protection should he take a spill. Though she doubted he would ever be so careless. Boyce was the kind of man the pavement moved for. Dark blond, piercing blues, muscles to die for, and a chiseled bone structure even the most formidable Viking would find intimidating.
Ford Templar, on the other hand, was all dark and mysterious. Nicknamed Saint at the club, Ford was broody. Sulky. Dark hair. Olive skin. Lean muscles. The dark to Boyce’s light. Except his eyes. Those eyes. Eerily colored, they reminded her of glass Coke bottles. Rumor had it his gaze could pierce right through to someone’s soul. While Boyce held a commanding air that demanded to be heard, Saint wore his power subtly but was still all dominant authority.
Seemingly connected at the hip, the two men scened together every week. Much to her delight. Grae didn’t think she’d ever seen them work with a submissive alone. Not that the choice to only carry out ménage scenes affected their standing at the club. Not in the least. Every time they worked together, their scenes had been nothing short of spectacular.
“Let’s see what you’re up to tonight, boys.”

Author bio:
Sara Brookes has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this geekiness, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story.

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Wednesday, 12 July 2017

Submitting to Temptation on Pre-order Now

It's finally here. Submitting to Temptation is releasing on August 1st, 2017. The novella is currently available for pre-order on all good ebook stores.


Could going back be the only way forward for Susan Dean, and is Blake Daniels the right man to move forward with?

Accepting a position at her brother’s law firm seemed like a great way for Susan to get back on her feet after a nasty divorce. That was until she met junior partner, Blake Daniels, a man who personifies everything Susan ran away from when she left the BDSM scene years ago—Dominance.

Blake is a patient man, and it’s a good thing he is because waiting for Susan Dean is driving him to distraction. Susan is a submissive, he’s sure of it, but getting her to admit that fact is harder than he envisaged. When Blake decides it’s time to make his move, Susan has no option but to admit her true nature and submit to his tempting ways.

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Submitting to Temptation Excerpt:

“So tell me about before you were married, I want to hear about when you were a sub.” He tried not to smile as a look of surprise filled her face. “Close your mouth, sweetheart. It’s prompting impure ideas about what to do with you.”
The thought of her kneeling before him, like she had been in the meeting, filled his mind. Except he’d have her naked, hands tied behind her, her mouth open ready to receive his cock.
“How did you...? Oh, I am going to kill my brother.” A frown creased her forehead. “It’s none of your business what I did in my twenties. John had no right to mention it.”
To date Susan hadn’t shown him many emotions but now, as she sat across from him, he saw her annoyance and embarrassment at being discussed without her knowledge. He suspected if she became riled up, she’d be a fiery temptation to bring back in hand.
“I’m making it my business, so answer me or face the consequences.” Blake stated firmly.
Susan eyed him with a look of suspicion. He wanted her to ask what the consequences were so he could tell her he’d put her over his lap and spank her right here in the middle of the restaurant. She knew the score though, having been a submissive before.
“Well, if you must know, I experimented with BDSM, decided I didn’t like it. Married a man that I felt comfortable with and that’s the end of the story.”
Oh how flippant. Blake wanted to laugh at the response. She’d given him the in-a-nut-shell version and he refused to let her get away with it.
“So that’s why, when I smacked your ass the night we met, your arousal rose to new levels. Because you didn’t like it.”
“No, I mean yes.” She let out a frustrated sigh. “Why are dominant men so obnoxious? That’s one of the reason I left BDSM. Some of the Doms I met just…well they…they…”
Blake knew she was thinking of an excuse and he had a fair idea of what she would say. His submissive was probably a perfect brat back in her twenties, and he hoped she still had a bit of brat left in her for when they finally got together.
“Made you so horny you found it hard to think, to speak, you spilled drinks, dropped things, made you lose control.” Blake eased back into his chair and waited for her reply.
Susan glared at him across the table. She opened her mouth to speak a couple of times as if to answer but nothing came out. Blake tilted his head a fraction and raised an eyebrow, sending her an unspoken I’m waiting. It worked perfectly.
“You are so…so…” Susan faltered.
Blake wasn’t sure if the flush of red that filled her face was arousal or anger, maybe a combination of both, but he wasn’t going to ease back now.
Right. I’m so right, aren’t I, Susan? You liked being submissive but only on your terms. You never took the final step of relinquishing complete control to a Dom you were attracted to. Instead you ran away, married a man who didn’t make you feel uncomfortable, didn’t arouse you, someone you could keep your control intact around. Well, look where that ended.” Blake let the wry smile breach his lips as he leaned toward her, meeting her gaze with a determined stare. “Back where you started, sitting across the table from a Dom who makes you so horny you can barely breathe.”



Thursday, 20 April 2017

Release Blitz - Tempting Justice by Fiona Archer




Title: Tempting Justice
Series: Sons of Sydney #2
Authors: Fiona Archer
Genre: Erotic Romance/Romantic Suspense
 Release Date: April 18, 2017



Blurb

He’s sworn to uphold the law

His reckless behavior as a child caused the deaths of his entire family. On the lonely Sydney streets, the orphan found friends. Found “brothers.” Never again will Seattle Homicide Detective Heath Justice break the rules and risk his new family. Order and discipline govern his life…until he meets a curvaceous redhead. With two ugly murder cases to solve, the last thing he needs is this disconcertingly lovely, whirlwind of chaos, yet…charmed by her wit and intelligence, Heath can’t resist.

She believes rules are meant to be broken

Deep into writing a murder mystery, author London Shaw is shocked when she herself is implicated in a homicide. She can’t believe the ever-so-authoritarian Detective Heath Justice expects her to simply ignore the crime and go on about her business. Not happening.  Although the man’s whiskey rough voice, cuffs, and masterful touch could melt any woman’s resistance—and does—she has a craving to do a little investigating herself.

When all or nothing is your only play

When Heath’s murder investigation threatens a far-reaching conspiracy, everyone he cares for becomes their target—including the woman he’s come to love.






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Excerpt

Heath had grabbed the flask from the SUV’s back seat when he glimpsed a figure through the rear window. A woman, wearing a blue hoodie and black sweatpants walked to the edge of Derek’s driveway and gazed at the house’s front door. A few seconds later, she began walking swiftly down the driveway, constantly checking the front door.

Was she worried about being seen? A possible intruder?

Since he’d parked closer to the house further on from Derek’s parents’ property, the woman hadn’t spotted him. Heath replaced the flask on the backseat and gently pushed the back passenger door nearly closed. He waited until she had disappeared behind the side of the house before following.

Careful not to make noise, he followed the woman down the driveway and watched as she stopped in front of a side door to the garage, which was separate from the house. With her back to Heath, she pulled something from her pocket and tried to jimmy the door’s lock.

The woman glanced toward the back of the house, likely checking to see if she’d been spotted, then continued her efforts with the lock. A soft hiss and a “dammit” indicated her efforts were unsuccessful.

Heath also couldn’t miss the curvy shape of her figure outlined so well by the soft black material hugging her gorgeous arse. One shown off to perfection as she bent to look closer at the lock.

A tiny squeak of joy, followed by her opening the door, signaled the possible intruder had crossed a line. It seemed such a shame to stop his fun. Nevertheless, duty called…

Heath pulled out his 9mm from his shoulder holster and held it out in front of him as he moved forward. “Police! Put your hands on your head and step away from the door.”

The woman let out a high squeak, dropped the lock pick, and spun around, eyes wide. Her mouth formed an “O” at the sight of his weapon. “Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness.” She covered her mouth with both hands before waving them in front of her, palms facing Heath. “It’s not what you think. Honestly.” Her gaze snapped to her left in the direction of the back of the house as if she expected someone to come out any moment.

“I said, hands on your head.” Heath commanded, satisfied when the woman immediately obeyed. “Come forward, turn around, and face the garage door.” He saw her close her eyes in defeat before she obeyed. Heath grabbed his cuffs and shoved his weapon back in the holster. With efficient moves, he had her wrists secured behind her.

“Officer, I can explain.” She sighed. “I mean, I know everyone says that, but really, nothing illegal’s happening here.”

“Good to know.” He pulled her jacket’s hood from her head. Red hair. No, the description didn’t do the color justice, but he only knew guyspeak, which would have to suffice to explain the bursts of deeper red in amongst the lighter strands, all held in a ponytail.

Heath patted down his suspect. No weapons. And he’d have to be dead not to notice the way his hands fit over her hips, the roundness of her arse. He wasn’t a sleaze, not by any means, but he appreciated a woman’s body like any man.

Taking her arm in a firm grip, he turned his suspect around.

Green eyes framed with long, thick lashes blinked up at him. “When I say nothing illegal, I mean it depends on your point of view.”

“My point of view is as a cop, which doesn’t leave a lot of leeway on a range of subjects.”

She frowned at him, as if he was being unreasonable. “That’s a rather rigid stance. Not everything is black and white.”

Heath wasn’t prepared to debate the point. “Your disappointment is noted. Now—”

“Hey, I’m sure you’re a busy guy. And, uh,”—she licked her lips—“you need to go protect the community. That’s an important role. Absolutely. So, you know—” She broke off. “Shoo. Anyway, we can put a line under this and start the day over.”

Despite her opinion of his so-called inflexible outlook on life, he couldn’t help answering. “We can, huh?”

“Totally.” She nodded, sending her ponytail bobbing.

Keeping hold of her arm, Heath looked down at her black canvas tennis shoes to hide his mouth twitching.

It was a safe bet the young woman wasn’t a hardened criminal. But whatever the hell she was up to, he aimed to find out. First he needed to phone Derek.

“Do you know the owners of this house?”

Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes grew huge in her face. “You don’t have to get them,” she rushed out.

“Oh, but I do.” He went to pull out his phone from his back pocket, and the woman jerked against his grip. She would have toppled over if not for him keeping his hold.

Oh, no, sweetheart.

He tightened his grip, reinforcing her captivity and moved closer, towering over her. “Lady, you could have hurt yourself.” The safety of suspects was important, and the thought of the little redhead causing herself harm propelled his alpha instincts center stage. “Resist once more, and I’ll use my belt to hogtie you.”

She drew in a sharp breath. What he didn’t see was fear. Not in her eyes or the way a blush stained the cool-toned white skin of her face. And swear to God, he felt her body soften against him.

An image of her hogtied flashed through his mind. Only she wouldn’t be in this driveway, but in his bed. Lying on his sheets. Her glorious long red hair spread over his pillow.

“What the hell’s going on?”

Heath looked over his shoulder. Derek stood at the side of the house, his hands jammed on his hips.

Dammit,” came from his suspect.

A look best described as misery—from the closed eyes and turned down mouth—covered her face.

“I caught a suspect attempting to break into your parents’ garage.”

Derek gave a dry laugh. “I’ve no doubt she’s up to something, but that’s no suspect.” He strode up the driveway, his frown reserved for the woman at Heath’s side. “Meet London, my baby sister."

Heath swung his gaze to…Derek’s sister?

Those eyes, so wide and shocked before, were now narrowed with the promise of rebellion, even as she stood there—in his cuffs.

Ah. So bravado was her chosen defense.

Heath remembered the sweet color of her blush at his earlier threat of hogtying her.

Lightning might strike him down any second, but the woman intrigued him, even knowing she was Derek’s sister. The knowledge he didn’t have to call for a cruiser to take her to booking added a new dimension to the proceedings. Anticipation flowed through Heath. He was going to enjoy this visit, and for way more than pancakes.

Time for his prisoner to confess all.


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Author Bio


Fiona Archer writes erotic romance filled with masterful Aussie alpha heroes and teams them with sassy heroines who limit their submissive side to the bedroom. She lives in sunny environs of Sydney, Australia, and is harassed by a flock of wild cockatoos that take over the back yard each afternoon, demanding their feed. Her favorite hobbies include watching Nathan Fillion on television, shopping for that ever-elusive perfect shade of lipstick, and drinking iced coffee.



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