Friday, March 29, 2013

Venetian Love Knots Blurb Blitz Tour and Review

Venetian Love Knots

by Normandie Alleman


In Venice, Allison Fox will find love in the arms of two men. Her past collides with her future in a battle for her heart. Which one will win?

Travelling to Venice to be the maid of honour in her best friend’s wedding sounds like a great vacation, and a romantic way to spend Valentine’s Day. But when Allison Fox discovers who the best man is, she is torn between duty and self-preservation.

It has taken Allison four years to put her tumultuous relationship with the rodeo cowboy behind her after a violent incident ripped them apart. Now Allison must find a way to face her past and find closure with her old flame. But will she be able to put the past behind her?

Cole is the Texas cowboy who has never got over his love for Allison. But when he declares his love for her after all this time, is she strong enough to walk away from the intense passion they share?

For years Nico, a handsome Italian, was committed to nothing but his work. Nico never expected he would meet an American beauty who would awaken in him a desire to love again. Once he finds her, Nico vows to never let Allison go.

It will be a Valentine’s Day to remember, but who will win Allison’s heart?


Upstairs, as they tumbled into his room, Cole warned her, “Allison, you are going to have to trust me tonight. Do you think you can do that?”

“Oh, yes!” she cried between his kisses, barely catching her breath.

“Okay, then hold on just a minute, baby. Do you want anything to drink? Do you have to go to the bathroom?” he asked.

“No, why?” she asked, her head clearing a little.

“Because I am going to tie you up,” he said. Then he bit her lip, fondling one of her breasts. Abruptly, he walked away, leaving her standing, shocked.

Allison wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. She needed to sit down. Wait, maybe she did need to go to the bathroom. Yes, then she could sit down. And go to the bathroom. Tie her up? Was he serious?

Allison knew Cole, and he didn’t kid around about things like this. What was she going to do? Well, she would let him do it, of course. She let Cole do…anything? That was why he had said she would have to trust him. She did trust him. She trusted him not to hurt her. At least physically. Emotionally, now that was a different story…

Okay, she could do this. It might be fun.

Cole had returned with some white silky ropes and a rakish grin. He looked like he was really going to enjoy this. Maybe a little too much. How long had he been planning this? Did he do this all the time? Allison wasn’t brave enough to ask that last question.

“Are you scared? You don’t need to be scared, babe. I promise I won’t hurt you.” He laughed. “Unless you want me to.”


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She was surprised when that interest turned her into a writer of erotic romance.

If there were another 5 hours in the day, Normandie would spend more time needle-pointing and playing with photography. Instead, she’s a Pinterest addict and sports junkie who’s crazy for Twitter and the color pink.

My links:


Twitter: @NormandieA


Venetian Love Knots
Normadie Alleman

BDSM. M/F   M/F/M.  Spanking

76 pages

Allison goes to Italy to be a bridesmaid for her best friend.  Just before she leaves she finds out that Cole will also be there as part of the wedding party.  Allison and Cole have a history and for four years Allison has been trying to get him out of her system, he left her and he took her heart with him.

Nico meets Allison at the airport to give her a ride to her hotel.  Nico's wife died some time ago and he has dug into his work to fill his life but when he meets Allison something happens and he is drawn to her and desires her.
Nico and Allison spend some time together, eating, sightseeing and both are so comfortable with each other that it is amazing. Sparks! The author really made you feel like you were right there with them.

Cole sees Allison and he wants her back and Allison gives into his wishes as she just can't seem to say no to whatever he wants.  Cole is true to form and he will use her and leave her again no matter what. I seriously didn't like this guy! It was one of those things that had you screaming: No! Don't do it. 

Nico is there to pick up the once again crushed Allison and hopefully she can see that not all men use, abuse and leave.  Some men do really treasure the woman they are with. This book had me riveted from the first page. Love the way that Nico and Allison clicked and how the relationship unfolded. 

A great read and I will be looking for more books by this author!

5 stars

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Fatal Promise Book Blitz

When Rainey Ann McKenna's dying husband asked her always to be there for his brother, Tex McCoy, she had no idea that five years later her promise would bring a murderer into her home. According to the conditions of his release, for the next three months Tex will be on house arrest before starting his probation. Obligated by a promise, Rainey takes the gorgeous but dangerous felon in.
Tex McCoy may have gone to jail for murder, but after almost a decade of being incarcerated, he too is dead inside. Resurrecting any of Tex's feelings-including the ones he once had for Rainey Ann McKenna-could not only be hazardous to her heart, but fatal to her body.
But beyond his crime, Tex has many other secrets, and with a single word spoken from the killer's mouth, Rainey's ordinary life will be changed forever...

But being left alone with Tex McCoy, the murderer, she found it difficult to summon her characteristic stubbornness. She glanced up at him and saw him gazing out the window. With him filling it, her normally decent-sized kitchen suddenly appeared small. It seemed to shrink even more when his eyes slithered from the window to her—so much so that it seemed to become devoid of oxygen, and her breath caught in her throat. He took a step toward her. At that point, her breathing seized altogether. His hand came out, nearing her face. Or was he going for her throat? She panicked and gasped for air as if his hands were already around her neck and squeezing. Was he going to…strangle her? She slapped his hand away. “Don’t you dare touch me!”
He shoved his hand into the pocket of his jeans. His eyes, if at all possible, became darker, almost black, but his expression remained impassive. “You have dirt on your face,” he said flatly and remotely, as if he’d expected her impulsive reaction.
“Oh.” Her hand went to her cheek, the one he had planned to innocently wipe off for her. She rubbed it, wondering if she’d overacted. What was she going to do when he freely walked around her house, took a shower in her bathroom, or slept in the bedroom below hers? Was she going to jump with every step he took? Was she going to lay awake all night? And the shower—her shower. Rainey decided thinking about Tex McCoy naked in the shower wasn’t a good idea. He was a killer. But he already served his time, right? Was he…reformed? Wait, was she really trying to rationalize here? It was manslaughter, not murder, right? And he did claim self-defense. Right. Then why’d he brutally stab Curtis Watson multiple times?
The questions swarming through Rainey’s head were undoubtedly the same questions the jury had asked. Their answer to that question had earned Tex the maximum sentence of fifteen years. The unanswered question that remained was why Tex McCoy and Curtis Watson, a hired hand who’d worked at the McCoy ranch three years prior to the murder, had gotten into a brawl outside of the bar in the first place, the scuffle that eventually led to Curtis’s death.
 For the sake of her son, Rainey had to believe Tex was reformed. She had to trust he had no other choice and that he had a damn good reason for killing Curtis Watson.
“Uh, I’ll show you to your room,” she said, diverting her eyes from his so she could start down the hallway. She couldn’t hear him behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. He was right there, near and looming, with all the prowess and silent pursuit of some sly, predatory panther. Her heart slammed into her chest wall. She straightened her back, valiantly suffering through another panic attack. When she reached the spare bedroom, she opened the door and walked in. “This used to be my grandmother’s room. Nobody’s stayed in here since she died, but it has a queen-sized bed, an empty dresser…” She stopped and turned, practically bumping into him. Swallowing her insistent fear, she took a step back. “You do have clothes, don’t you? I, um…well, I don’t see any luggage or a duffle bag.”
“Yeah, I have clothes,” he said and moved forward, recapturing the distance she’d intentionally placed between them. “My things will be dropped off later.”
“Oh,” she breathed, backpedaling until she hit the wall. “Good.” Her body went still. He was standing just inches from her. He wasn’t touching her, but she felt pinned against the wall just the same.
He lifted his hands and placed them alongside her head, resting them on the wall. Now, she was literally pinned. His eyes drifted to her mouth, and every nerve trembled from the inside out. She wanted to run. Her breathing seized, and her heart had stopped midbeat. Fear was winning.
 He leaned forward, and his dark lashes lifted until his eyes met hers. “You look scared,” he said, in a voice so low, ominous, and deep that it shook her insides.
She stood there, speechless.
Ever so slightly, like his menacing approach, his lip curled up. “That’s good,” he said, swaying dangerously closer. “You should be, Rainey Ann.” His eyes ran over her face. “In fact, you’d better take that fear and hold it real close.”
His hand came from the wall, dark lashes lowering once more. He gazed at her lips. They were quivering, but at that moment, Rainey couldn’t have cared less if he saw it. She was terrified. Warm fingers scraped her shoulder, slithered up her nape, and gripped around her neck. His fingers indented her skin, and being strangled came back to mind.
“Or,” he said, tilting in toward her ear, their bodies bordering lethal contact, “you could give in to that fear right now and scream.”

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Virtual Book Tour: Sins of the Undead Patriot

a.c. Mason


To save the President, Vaihan must trust the woman who betrayed him.
Vaihan Louchian, Ancient Zombie and Special Advisor to the President, dabbles in contracts for Homeland Security in Washington DC, the only remaining demilitarized zone. His latest mission: to seduce delectable Leera Waltz so he can take down her boyfriend Rowley, leader of the anti-zombie terrorist movement. Vaihan and the President work the Bill of Undead Rights through the Senate, but terrorist attacks rise. The futures of the living and undead are in jeopardy, and Ms. Waltz is not all she seems. Vaihan can’t help being more interested in rescuing her than in his assignment. Any human female who’s willing to put up with the complications of lovemaking with him and his bouts of OCD is worth the hassle.
Vaihan is powerful, intelligent and kind. So not what Leera expected of an undead. When she’s forced to betray Vaihan, she knows he will never understand. She must return to Rowley, and slips deeper into the city’s dark underworld. Then Vaihan’s suspected in an assassination attempt against the President, and Leera has to find the courage to do what’s right and save him, or lose not only Vaihan and the leader of the free world, but her heart and soul.
WARNING: Questionable sexual situations that will disturb some readers, such as abuse, bondage and drug use. Graphic violence and sex, including taboo play. M/F. M/F/M. M/M. And the sexiest undead civil servant you’ll ever meet.


Temptation filled the dark lounge--half-clad human females danced in the center prancing for the zombies, who circled this evening’s “dishes.” Jaw clenched, Vaihan gripped his glass with a shaky hand. Sure, the government provided his kind cloned meat, but taste didn’t factor in. “I can’t believe it’s cloned human” was false advertising.

A petite blonde glanced his way for the third time and smiled. As she ground her hips to the rhythm of the music, her purple, skintight minidress hiked up her thighs.

He lifted the Lagavulin Scotch with an ounce of pureed organs mix to his lips and downed the contents to quiet the ache at the pit of his stomach. The smoky peat-and-metallic flavor of the dense liquid coated his tongue. Such concoctions helped keep the cravings at bay. However, the elixir only curbed the urge to taste flesh temporarily. The mouthwatering aroma of healthy humans permeated each breath, waking the “urge.”

He slammed his glass down on the bar and headed for the door. It wasn’t easy to be The Undead Poster Boy, when he too, struggled to keep his other needs caged.

The blonde stepped in his path. “Leaving?” Between the mounds of breasts, her cleavage was a deep gorge. She curled her lips upward on one side in what she likely hoped was a seductive smile.

“I’m stepping out a moment.” If she was legal, he’d guess barely. Not worth the risk. Not after every sacrifice he’d made the past thirty years.

“My place or yours?” Need beamed at him in her green eyes. Blue LED lights ran in tubes on the ceiling, flooding her youthful flesh. The bass of trance music thumped at the rate of a victim’s heartbeat when panic set in. An undead never tamed the predator inside.

“Neither.” Tonight she’d find a fix, but not from him. Others of his kind enjoyed toying with their food. He found such activities distasteful, so these types of clubs weren’t his scene. In the corner, a zombie licked a brunette’s neck and slid his hand up her skirt. Tasting the living didn’t hurt, but left an undead in a state much like blue balls. Her lips parted in a gasp as she rested her head on the wall behind her. An addict, no doubt.

“You sure?” The blonde leaned into Vaihan, pressing herself to his crotch.

Heat from her hip stroked his length, rousing suppressed need. He huffed. Maybe some were more easily swayed. He stepped back.

With wide eyes, she glanced up. “Holy Mother of God, and you’re not even hard.”

“Correct.” Clueless would understate her aptitude. The human females in this bar had no clue what they were getting themselves into. So many tasty treats were scattered about the room offering themselves up for a hit of Z-Luv, the neurotoxin zombies produced in their saliva, blood and semen, which paralyzed their victims in a state of pleasure until the feeding began. In this place, even the oldest of Ancient undead would suffer. Once a human was hooked, they spiraled out of control, losing their appeal. He enjoyed a more responsive lover in and out of bed rather than one half-baked out of her mind.
Perhaps he should show her.


I enjoyed the voice, first of all. Give me zombies any day of the week, but I especially liked the unique spin on them in this book. Vaihan is a great main character and Leera was compelling as well. Dark and brooding, this story has elements that the more adventurous of us will love. The politics, betrayal and intrigue were well done and worth the read.

The motivations of Leera were sometimes in question, but as the story developed and you begin to understand what is really going on, it all snaps together.

Great characters, awesome undead and some dark and sexy scenes to die for.



Born from the union of her Scottish and Belgian mother and an African American and Cherokee father, a.c.Mason’s youth was filled with dichotomies and moving from place to place. She developed a curiosity to explore through writing the seedy side of our nature and desires. Add to that her fascination with theology, politics, history, horror, and erotica. And voila, her distinct voice surfaced. Given her own diverse background, she writes stories that represent the world she grew up in. She enjoys delving into the realms of the unknown and blurring the caution lines. Her stories are the place where darkness meets human desire and fairytales endings are not promised but earned.
She is fluent in French and English. She’s an avid traveler, including most of Canada, both of the United States seaboards, England and Europe. For the past nine years of her life, she has worked with one foot in the past spanning from 18th century, the Bering Strait theory to modern day and now late Victorian and WWII. She advocates the preservation of our natural and cultural riches for future generations.
Take a journey with her characters and come face to face with what lays beneath their illusions. Emerge…on the other side changed.

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The Beast In Me: Sommer Marsden

Beast in Me - Book 2 of the Divination Falls Trilogy
By Sommer Marsden

Weather worker Cameron Bale rolls into Divination Falls after being prompted by Spirit and Brother Lighting. He discovers that the small, hidden town full of shifters and magical types is suffering a series of unsettling events. There’s speculation from the town seers that he could be the answer they’ve been looking for. Cameron’s willing to try and help: he’s got nowhere to go and nothing to lose. His life is simply about loneliness and it turns out that Trace, a grumpy wolf with stunning eyes, knows just what that feels like. Cam finds himself wishing maybe they could be alone … together. Oh yeah, and battle whatever evil it is that still lurks in Divination Falls.

A dragonfly zipped past and Cam watched it go. What next? Bluebirds and butterflies and singing cartoon woodland animals? It was all too nice, too perfect … Surreal.
‘You OK?’ The voice was deep and dark and full of secrets. That was his first impression.
Cameron jumped, clutched at his pounding chest. Inside his heart was going berserk and he felt a little lightheaded with it.
‘I was. Jesus Christ, you scared me.’
Trace grinned with half his mouth. Somehow that little smirk made Cameron think of the big bad wolf. Made him flash back to that body sprawled, lean and powerful, over a small, lumpy bed. Made him remember one of those huge hands on a powerful, hard cock. He licked his lips.
‘Careful, lightning rider. I can smell your emotions.’ Then the wolf chuckled, bending to tie his work boot.
‘I – I’m sorry I spied on you.’ It was all Cameron could think to say.
Trace shrugged. Cameron watched his big shoulders flex with power. He was stunning with his huge body, big, fat attitude, and purple eyes. Just being so close to him made Cameron feel slow-witted and thick-tongued.
‘It was the most excitement I’ve had in ages,’ the wolf said and started to walk.
Cameron watched him go off, his heart sinking. He wanted the man to take his apology seriously. He also admitted to himself he wanted to be close to the wolf. There was no hope of anything happening between them. There was very little hope of anything happening for Cam with anyone. He’d come to terms with that long ago. But still, he could just be near Trace. Remembering the sight of his body and the sound of his voice just outside Cam’s barricaded bedroom door as he brought himself off.
Wolf at the door, he thought, and then shook it off.
Fifty feet away, Trace stopped, and Cameron felt his spine go rigid, his pulse pick up. The man turned to him and shielded his eyes from a bright beam of sunlight between the thick tree branches. ‘You gonna stand there all day admiring my ass, or are you coming?’
Cameron blinked, feeling a wild urge to laugh but pushing it away. ‘Yes! Right!’ he called, bouncing on his toes like one of those perky, hyper dogs. He blushed, but refused to let himself feel silly or embarrassed. He very much wanted to go along.
He hurried along the path until he was almost even with the wolf. Then Trace turned and continued to walk, Cameron right on his heels.
‘Why are you here?’ Trace asked.
The question stunned Cameron but he swallowed hard and tried to focus enough to answer. ‘Good question. I … work with weather. Lightning to be specific. I guess the best way to put it is I was nudged here.’
‘Like with voltage?’ Trace asked with a gruff laugh.
‘Yeah. Sadly, I do get nudged with voltage.’
The wolf turned those deep purple eyes on Cameron and said, ‘What for? What’s here?’
How did eyes get that colour? Cam wondered. Had he been born with them or was it a shifter thing? He had no idea; all he knew was they were the most amazing eyes he’d ever seen. And they were attached to one of the most amazing bodies he’d ever seen.
Trace cocked his head, giving a half grin. ‘Hello?’
‘Sorry! I was just looking –’ He flushed, caught in the act. ‘Your eyes, they’re amazing.’
That closed the bigger man down. He’d had a nice amused and open expression on his handsome face and that fast, it shut down like someone turning the lights off in an empty house. ‘Thanks. I guess. They’re the product of a very bad infection when I was a kid.’ He turned on his heels and kept walking without further explanation.
Cameron had to force himself to swallow. He had just complimented the first man he’d lusted after in goodness knew how many years on some sort of mutation? Something that clearly upset him when discussed. Good going, dumbass!
Cameron hurried along the patch, ducking reaching branches and praying there was no poison ivy to be found here in Divination Falls. ‘I’m sorry! I didn’t know. And I don’t know what’s here. Or why I am,’ he gasped, finally catching up.
The wolf shrugged. He shot Cameron a sideways glance and said, ‘Why would you know what’s here?’ He stopped fast and Cam found himself almost crying out from the sudden shift in motion. ‘As for why you’re here, how could you not know that?’
‘I never really know until it’s revealed,’ Cameron said. He kept his gaze pinned at Trace’s chin so he wouldn’t get mesmerized by those stunning eyes that clearly upset the custodian.
‘Was it me, maybe?’ Trace asked, his lips twisting into a grin. ‘Was it secretly watching me jack off? Was that your big mission?’ He took a step toward Cameron which forced the lightning rider to step back. Or get crushed against an angry wolf.
‘I’m sorry,’ Cam breathed. ‘It wasn’t my intention and then I couldn’t …’ He shook his head. His skin was tingling and he wondered if he was going to get struck. Or worse yet, if Trace would strike him. ‘You might want to step back,’ he said without thinking.
‘Why is that?’ the wolf asked, taking a step forward. ‘Am I invading your space?’
‘I get it,’ Cam stammered. ‘I invaded your privacy. I’m no better than a pervert. I know! But you could get …’
The wind kicked up. It often did when he was frightened or excited and his blood leapt in his veins and his heart beat fast with arousal. His last lover had been zinged by energy one too many times and when some of his hair had actually caught fire, he’d bailed. Calling Cameron a freak in the process. Cam wasn’t up for either Trace being hurt or thinking him a freak.
‘I might get what? And it’s OK – you invaded my privacy, now give me an excuse to invade yours.’ He pushed his face closer and Cameron caught a flickering of animal shine in the man’s eyes. They turned golden around the very iris and a fast, steady pulse beat at the base of Trace’s neck. When he took Cameron’s wrist in his big hand and squeezed, Cam felt the air rush out of him. His cock pressed eagerly to his jeans and he tried his best to focus on something – anything! – besides the wolf so maybe his hard-on would abate. No such luck because Trace took his warm hand and very briefly cupped the evidence of arousal in Cam’s pants. ‘Looks like you’re still a bit worked up from last night.’
‘You were watching me in wolf form.’
‘I was.’
‘You heard me.’ It wasn’t a question. Very briefly, Cam wished for Trace to put his hand back. To touch him.
‘I did. I also smelled you and tasted you on the wind. Do you know when you come your breath does this shuddery little sigh thing?’
‘Well, it does.’
Sommer Marsden’s been called “…one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre” (Violet Blue), “Unapologetic” (Alison Tyler), “…the whirling dervish of erotica” (Craig J. Sorensen),and "Erotica royalty..." (Lucy Felthouse).
Her erotic novels include Restless Spirit, Boys Next Door, Big Bad, Learning to Drown, Wanderlust and the Zombie Exterminator series. Sommer currently writes erotica and erotic romance for Xcite Books, eXcessica, Ellora's Cave, Pretty Things Press, Resplendence Publishing and Mischief Books. The wine-swigging, dachshund-owning, wannabe runner author writes work that runs the gamut from bondage to zombies to humor.
Sommer's short works can be found in well over one hundred (and counting) erotic anthologies. Her short stories have also been included numerous adult and romance magazines--both in print and online.

Twitter: @sommer_marsden

Bonnie Bliss Bound Book Blitz


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Bound  Blurb: 
A single woman with a sexual longing and two homecoming marines.

The 4th of July and a long due homecoming sees Brad Cooper and his Marine buddy Kenny Curtis return. Millie Newton has always loved Brad, but was crushed when he enlisted. Now he’s back and she has no intention of letting him go without showing her true feelings. The block party provides the opportunity as this surprise threesome find themselves providing the fireworks in this hot BDSM story.
A hot nurse, a handsome fireman.

Halloween is here and it’s a stressful weekend for Fireman Tom Newton. With the promise of a Halloween Play Party things seem to be picking up. Lucy, an overworked nurse is ready for some time off. She steps into a mess when her best friend, Millie gets them invites to Robert’s Halloween Play Party. Tom and Lucy both have desires on each other but neither are aware. Can Robert and Millie bring this destined couple together and will it run smoothly. Will true love blossom, will the Master get his slave?”
A lost memory and a harbored secret; can bondage find true love.
Wounded and depressed, lying in a hospital, Kenny Curtis has given up on ever finding happiness. Sacrificing a threesome lifestyle with his best friend Brad and Millie so they can be together, Kenny is now alone at Christmas. Lindsey has needs of her own, a sub, a slave, she wants what Kenny has to offer. However an incident in their past threatens to spoil everything. Can the spirit of Christmas pull them together long enough for them to see that they belong as one? Or will Lindsey desert and ruin her best chance?
**Note: This title contains adult content and should not be read by readers under the age of 18. The titles in his bundle have been previously released as Bondage on the 4th of July, Halloween Submission, and A Slave for Christmas. The entire series has been reedited for rerelease. You can still purchase these titles individually.**


Tom took hold of her soft hand, her fingers wrapped gently in his palm. He flicked the light on and carefully led her down the stairs. There was warmth about her. Something made him feel good inside as he reached the bottom. The room lights flickered on. Tom couldn’t help but grin at the dungeon. The black couch rested against the back wall. A large fridge stood a couple of feet to its left.
“Shall we sit a while?” Tom asked her.
“Yes, I need to rest a little.”
“Make yourself comfortable, can I get you another drink of water?”
“Call me Sir.”
“Please, Sir.” Tom walked to the fridge and pulled out a cold bottle and twisted the cap. He returned to the couch. His heart started to pump faster. The sight of his new kitten friend aroused him. She was gorgeous. The scent flowing from her body seemed to target his nostrils. He felt almost faint as he sat beside her. She had a spell on him.
“Sit on my lap, kitty cat.” He patted his thigh and watched as she shuffled across. Her body was light, her flesh warm. He rested his hand on her back and looked at her. There was a distinct sense that he had met her before. She knew him. That was certain. The bottle came up and he put it to her lips.
“Sip. You’ve just downed a whole bottle.” She emptied a quarter of the bottle in a few seconds, sipping it. “Good girl.”
“Thank you, Sir.” The smile almost melted his heart. Then she lowered her eyes, taking the submissive pose.
“Have you and I done a scene before?”
“Not that I’m aware, Sir.”
Her ass pressed down on his groin, Tom could feel himself stiffening against her buttocks.
“So, do you always get distracted when a Dom spanks you?”
“I’m sorry Sir, I don’t understand.”
“All the time the Dom spanked you, you looked at me. Or at least you kept looking my way.”
“I don’t remember.”
“Is your ass sore?”
“A little. Yes, Sir.”
Tom smiled as she took another sip. It was obvious she had plenty of expertise at being a submissive. It came naturally. The way she called him ‘Sir’ after every sentence; the way she sat with her submissive posture. Tom glanced over at the far wall, completely mirrored. He watched her, watched her responses.
“Stand up, bend over, place your hands on your knees, and face the mirror.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Tom took the bottle from her and placed it on the floor. She got up. He admired her figure, the sexy cat costume. Stockings turned him on and she made him wet. The strain was intense. His cock felt imprisoned in the tight leather.
Leaning forward, following exactly the orders he gave, she presented herself to him. Tom sat a moment, looking, not touching.
“You have a pretty ass, kitty cat. It’s nice and rosy.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Tom sat up and leaned, reaching out. Slowly he slipped his fingers under the rim of her shorts and pulled them. Her soft smooth buttocks were exposed. The red tinge clearly ached as she flinched slightly. Tom pulled the shorts down all the way to her shoes, leaving them puddled at her feet.
“Step out of your shorts and spread your feet for me.”
“Yes, Sir.” No sooner had he said it and it was done.
“Have you got limits?”
“What do you mean?”
“Pain thresholds. Do you like pain?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How about anal?”
“Yes, Sir. I love anal.” The more she spoke, the more he dripped pre-cum. He would have to move soon.
“Would you like my cock in your anus, kitty cat?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Would you like my cock in your pussy?”
“Yes, Sir.”

Author Bio:

Bonnie Bliss is not just a willing submissive, but she is a wife and a mother. By day, she is a busy, stay at home mother. At night, she is a sultry storyteller. Her tastes go towards the dark and the extreme. She loves to twist up fairy tales and sweet stories we all know and love. Her lust for Dominance and submission has taken her into the dark inner workings of Sadomasochism.

Bonnie is a native of Southern California, and says that everything in the Katy Perry song, California Girls is totally accurate. She has done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impressive part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—including as a Disney Princess. When she’s not writing, she is ordering too many custom bows for her daughter, baking the best cupcakes in the world, going to Disneyland, laying on a beach, and sometimes playing hockey for release.

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Twitter: @bonnie_bliss


Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Twelve Nights Virtual Book Tour

Twelve Nights
Carole Remy

Genre: erotic romance


Number of pages: 222
Word Count: 62,500

Cover Artist: Olga Ekaterincheva via Shutterstock, model release signed

Cover Designer: Marissa Lepe Preciado

Teaser description: Recipe for Twelve Nights: Two stunning female twins + $120,000 + Two lonely horny men = Sexy Fun!

Book Description:

$120,000 + Expenses: Rich man wants companion for 12 nights. Attractive normal female. Never married. No children. Over 30 years old. No prostitutes. Reply to box 74716.

Jimmy is a lonely, horny half-billionaire. Too busy for a girlfriend, his appetite for sex is as insatiable as his drive for business success. Twelve nights of hot and sexy fun sounds like the perfect Christmas present to himself.

Angela and Aggie are stunning identical twins, one a call girl and the other a librarian. If only Aggie will do the sweet-and-innocent interview, Angela is sure she can earn the fortune between the sheets.

Trouble is, nothing goes according to plan. Aggie actually LIKES Jimmy, and hates the idea of Angela having sex with him almost as much as she hates the idea of prostituting herself! But Angela is desperate for the money. Jimmy and his hard nosed lawyer Richard are suspicious, and before long, the two friends are convinced they’re in lust with the same maddeningly hot woman!

If you like a little mayhem with your sex, and you think laughing is erotic, hop on for a rollicking, bawdy ride. It’ll all be over in a sizzling, short Twelve Nights. How fast can these four sort out who loves who? Will the romance end before it even starts? 

When I opened up this book, I had no way of knowing I would not be sleeping the rest of the night. The stage author Carol Remy sets for this amazingly raw opening scene had me in angry tears and I wanted to beat the guy senseless. The rest of the novel was smooth, with characters I could grow to love and care about. Every scene is lovingly rendered and you just can't help but fall in feet first.
Guest post:

Thank you so much, Erzabet, for hosting my novels Twelve Nights and Who Is Candid?! I enjoy looking for fun novels here on your blog, and am thrilled to be included! Here’s a brief look at my experiences as a novelist.

Self-Publish or Royalty?

Several of my novels were first published in print format with royalty publishers. When I got the rights back, I decided to bring out the e-books myself. Why?

Royalty publishing has some advantages, mainly from the sense of having a partner and the confidence that someone objective believes in your writing. It also distances the writer from sales statistics. It’s hard to obsess about a royalty statement that comes in the mail every six months. Online sales have changed that, but the optimistic writer can still imagine physical bookstores everywhere selling their novels like hotcakes!

The downside of royalty publishing for me was the money, which seems to get eaten up by everyone but the writer! My first two novels made $120,000 gross, of which I received $6000. Yep, that’s the standard author percentage for a paperback. Somebody made $114,000, but it wasn’t me!

Why self-publish the novels as e-books? First, I’m lucky enough to have been royalty published first, so I know that somebody out there, 20,000 reader somebodies plus two publishers, likes my writing. Doing it all on my own felt daunting, and I was again lucky in that my daughter offered technical help, and a wonderful assistant helps with the day to day. There’s also amazing online support available for writers these days. Where would I be without Roxanne and Bewitching Book Tours?

Banishing the numbers anxiety—sales, tweets, follows, friends, etc—has been my biggest challenge. Put simply, I realized that every number represents a person, and when I think of the people instead of the totals, I relax and enjoy every connection! I wrote about letting go of anxiety in a post on my blog.

I haven’t written anything about Twelve Nights and Who Is Candid? here, oops. Hopefully the promotional materials speak for themselves! I would love for you to read and enjoy my books. If you like a little mayhem with your screaming hot sex, and think laughter is erotic, my Sexy Fun Erotic Novels are for you!

Who Is Candid?
Carole Remy

Genre: erotic romance


Number of pages: 226 estimated, 404 KB
Word Count: 70,000

Cover Artist: Catalin Petolea through Shutterstock, model release signed
Cover Designer: Marissa Lepe Preciado

Book Description:

Teaser Description: Lucy, aka Candid, is a naughty girl who takes a sexy fun road trip across America, and tells everybody all about it!

Book Description:

In the spring of 1998, recent graduate Lucy Ralph decides to rebel. The NSA is blocking her job applications, her best friend Dick is a frustrating hunk of gorgeous, and her mother is driving her crazy. Worst of all, she’s still a virgin!
Lucy takes off on a road trip across America, and reinvents herself as 'Candid,' a naughty girl who has sexy fun with just about everybody she meets, and tells the world all about it! Her explicit 'Candid' Internet posts go viral overnight. The National Security Agency, the entertainment media, the paparazzi, and soon the entire nation are on her tail! While she spins a modern day sexual Arabian Nights, she's also being tracked by the sweet, sexy, and elusive Dick, who has his own tricks to play.
Will love ever be more than a virtual reality for Lucy? Can she and Dick get past the friends page? Will exposure ruin everything, if the nation finds out Who Is Candid?
I didn't have too long to read into this great book, but from what I read, it flowed very well and the voice of the character resonates. Hot read with lots of fun character traits I long to explore!
About the Author:

Carole Remy lives in Mexico with her beloved dog Gemma. When she isn’t writing and touring her novels, you can find her rescuing dogs, learning wood sculpture, and salsa dancing!

(Twelve Nights board contains 15 captioned photos of locations from the novel)

Twitter: @Carole_Remy
promoting these hashtags: #CaroleRemy #TwelveNights #SexyFun #Candid