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Author, Victoria Behn Talks About D L King’s New Slave Girls Anthology

Giving in to Get Away

Victoria Behn

Victoria Behn Slave Girl tour 8 JuneThere are a lot of inspiring facets to D L King’s Slave Girls anthology. I could go all fan girl about the stories that turned me on so much that I became both the docile kitten and the famished tigress for my partner the day after receiving my contributor copy (we’re going to take our time working through some of the new ideas in there – erotica anthologies are a little like D&D source books, don’t you find?). Then there’s the clever arrangement of scenarios which cover a wide variety of submissive possibilities, meaning that (like the best box of chocolates) you’re never bored or dissatisfied. But the key aspect to this collection for me is the keen insight of its authors into what really drives us to explore our submissive nature.

These writers understand that the urge to obey, to be trussed up, to feel the unyielding sting of a quick cane across the backside, is as much about being in control as it is giving control to another. It’s that sacrifice of freedom in order to gain access to another world, one in which all the decisions are made for us and the endorphins flow like milk and honey. The addictive intoxication that comes from submission is summed up in the first piece in the book, Evan Mora’s Noise:

At times you can be unpredictable, preferring to keep me on edge and guessing. But this rhythm, hard and unyielding though it is, calms me in some indefinable way. The world and all its noise fall away and my focus turns inward. Feeling. Sensation. This is all there is.

And what can be more freeing than that complete trust in another person that means you allow them to control your movement, your comfort, your breath? It’s almost spiritual and there’s certainly a link in my mind between the real high that comes with a serious submissive session and the religious euphoria experienced by monks after flagellation.

Slave Girls: Erotic Stories of Submission explores the inner monologues that precede the moments before, during and after submission so there is a real sense of being there. The scenarios are both commonplace and fantastical, with liaisons which start anywhere from a supermarket to a bar, through to an intricate play cage housed in an impressive New York penthouse. The dominants are thoughtful, careful and absolutely sure that their slaves will behave – one way or another.

There are too many demands on all of us, every minute of every day. We’re expected to take charge at work, take responsibility at home, take care of the details – wherever we are. But what if, for just a little while, you were unable to make any decision at all? What if the only thought running through your mind was the instinctive, animal reaction to a hand, rushing through the air to meet your flesh? That is what Slave Girls gives you. It’s a book filled with moments of freedom. Give yourself to the authors. Let us take you to that moment. Then let your mind wander off into its own scenarios but remember…don’t misbehave. There will be repercussions.

Follow the Slave Girls Anthology Tour on these Blogs:

June 1  D. L. King  http://dlkingerotica.blogspot.com

June 2  Rachel Kramer Bussel  http://lustylady.blogspot.com

June 3  Alison Tyler  http://alisontyler.blogspot.com

June 4  Valerie Alexander  http://www.valeriealexander.org

June 5  Nina Fairweather  http://ninafairweather.com

June 6  Sommer Marsden  http://sommermarsden.blogspot.com

June 7  Evan Mora  http://dlkingerotica.blogspot.com

June 8  Victoria Behn  http://kdgrace.co.uk

June 9  Donna George Storey  http://sexfoodandwriting.donnageorgestorey.com

June 10  Teresa Noelle Roberts  http://www.teresanoelleroberts.com

June 11  Erzabet Bishop  http://erzabetsenchantments.blogspot.com

June 12  Lisette Ashton  http://ashleylisterauthor.blogspot.co.uk

June 15  Giselle Renarde  http://donutsdesires.blogspot.com

June 16  Lisabet Sarai  http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com

June 17  Graydancer  http://www.graydancer.com

June 18  Deborah Castellano  http://deborahcastellano.tumblr.com

June 19  Nym Nix  http://nymnix.wordpress.com

June 21  Lydia Hill  http://lisehorton.blogspot.com

Purchase the Slave Girls Anthology at these online stores:

Cleis Press

Barnes and Noble

Amazon US eBook

Amazon US print

Amazon UK eBook

Amazon UK print

Powell’s

 

 

The Waiting is Almost Over! L C Wilkinson’s ALL of HIM Out Tomorrow!

LC Wilkinson BlitzRapture is coming…

Part Two. All of Him by L.C. Wilkinson, the sequel to All of Me, is published by Xcite on May 29th.

Passion knows no boundaries in the continuing story of an unforgettable romance.

Orlando Locatelli. Restauranteur and rising TV star. Damaged, beautiful and oh-so-young.

Flick Burrows. 40-year-old actress. Ambitious, talented and also damaged. Despite the odds – age, background and a jealous step-mother – their love triumphed. But just as Orlando moves to London to cement their relationship, Flick is offered the opportunity of a lifetime: a starring role in an American TV drama.

Separated by an ocean, they are determined their love will survive. Soon Flick is thrown into the media spotlight and so is their affair. The claws are out. Insecure about her image, her age, her future with her unpredictable, secretive Orlando, when she receives mysterious, threatening letters Flick is driven to the edge of despair. And Orlando is fighting enemies much closer to home.

In a world where they are constantly watched, and destructive forces lie unseen, waiting to pounce, how can their love unfurl and grow?  But intense passion is hard to stop and some souls are meant to be together, no matter what.

Here’s what they’re saying:

‘Hot, steamy and races along faster than one of Christian Grey’s private jets. If you liked Bared to You
LC Wilkinson blitz 2and The Siren, you’ll love this.’ — 
SK Quinn, Bestselling author of The Ivy Lessons (Devoted Trilogy)

‘Just finished All of Him, and wow, what a rollercoaster ride! Absolutely bloody brilliant! Hot, sexy, with a fantastic plot, it is just amazing.’

You can pre-order here:

http://www.xcitebooks.co.uk/Book/11668/All-of-Him.html and here:http://www.amazon.co.uk/All-Him-Rapture-Book-Two/dp/1783756071/ref=pd_rhf_eebr_p_t_3_6CVY

Find L.C. Here: 

http://lcwilkinson.com

https://twitter.com/ScorpioScribble

 

 

Strangely Sexy: The Latest Heat from Harlem Dae

Hi Kd, thanks so much for inviting me over to play today. I’ve brought with me a new co-authored short story BDSM trilogy that’s just hit the shelves and I’m really excited about – A Bit of Strange.

Last year my co-author Natalie Dae and I were playing around with BDSM plot lines as we came up with the idea of sex with a stranger as a basis for a new relationship. We loved the thought of sexy sideways glances, mutual attraction and then a secret liaison somewhere ordinary but super risqué. Add in the BDSM factor and our imaginations were soon running wild. A Bit of Strange is published by Totally Bound and the final book is out now – this serial is definitely best read in order as it follows the journey of two souls finding what it is that really hits their spot and makes them shine.

It was great to write, and as I always find when working with Natalie the tales we tell are edgy, out there, dark and pain is pleasure, danger is excitement. This experience was no different and from trains to supermarket to dirty alleys these two strangers really do try each other on for size, in every sense of the word. But there are elements of romance, of heart-strings being tugged, of course there are, because A Bit of Strange is also a story of attraction and commitment as well as love and lust – I hope you enjoy, though trust me, you’ll never look at those big trolleys at the supermarket they move boxes around in the same way again!

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Pain and Pleasure

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Pleasure and Danger

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A BIT OF STRANGE

Strangers who share the touch of heated skin, the gasps of delight joined bodies create and the bliss a moment of ecstasy generates, are bound by an invisible thread that is as strong as it is vulnerable.

But can that thread turn to more, become a force to be reckoned with, the foundation of a beautiful experience and a future where dominance and submission become a part of life?

That’s something Isabelle wants to know, wants to experience, but is her new man up for the job? She has very definite fantasies, a particular flavour of strange that hits her spot. Only time will tell if their next daring interlude will pave the way for so much more than a brief encounter.

Harlem Dae 4First Reader Reviews

“Gabriel is one tough Dom and he is going to make sure she submits to him and him alone – Oh I can’t wait for the next one!!!”

“Lily Harlem and Natalie Dae are a fearsome duo. When you get these two ladies writing together you know it’s going to be great.”

Also on the shelves all good ebook retailers –

All Romance eBooks

Amazon

Amazon UK

More about Harlem Dae and their BDSM work can be found on the Harlem Dae website .

 

Furious Temptation from Elsie Hepner

Here’s a sneak peek at the latest paranormal yumminess from Elsie Hepner, Furious Temptation. Enjoy! And when you’re done, leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of Elsie’s novel, Furious Lust!

Hell's Fire - Flames, fire and sunsetBlurb for Furious Temptation:  

 

For millennia Megaera, a Fury, has functioned as Hades right hand by passing judgment on demons who break the sacred laws. Stalwart in her  moral compass, but harboring a curse triggered by rage, she walks a thin line between perfection and destruction. But when she digs into a case  uncovering a string of demon rapes, she incites a war with Mount Olympus that could ripple chaos throughout the ages.

Omen Cole was demon made during the Civil War after repeated torture at the hands of his enemies.  Sentenced to an eternity as watchdog over  his emotionally frail, once human ex-wife, he’s haunted that he couldn’t save her from a brutal assault.

Now it’s happened again. And Megaera needs his testimony. Omen will sell his body—and anything else—to avenge his fragile ex-wife. If that means  an alliance with Megaera, he’ll make it the most memorable of their eternity.

 Excerpt :

“Give me a chance, you won’t regret it. You want out of this situation as much as we do. It would be more than worth your trouble, I would guarantee that for you.” His fingers skipped across my collarbone until my fingers shook at my sides and I shoved them onto the edge of the bookcase behind me. I held onto the antique wood and pain twisted up my wrists. But he didn’t move back. His lips remained poised against my ear, our hair mingled, and his fingers danced on the only expanse of naked flesh on my body.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you know by now?”

I couldn’t see his eyes, but judging from his tone they were twinkling and bright with mischief. All the anger he’d been carrying, every stubborn action had been wiped away and replaced with misleading flirtation. And as much as I wanted to doubt him—he was good. Embarrassingly so. Omen’s every attention spanned into a gapping chasm of sex I’d all but put under lock and key. And then I swallowed that key. Yet his teasing voice, small bursts of air from his conversation, still licked across my skin in invisible caresses down my neck.

“Why don’t you tell me.”

If he was truly insinuating what I thought he was whispering in my ear under lock and key as my prisoner I wanted him to say the words. Because I couldn’t imagine he was desperate enough to make the proposition outright. While my fingers scrambled, I navigated the murkiness of my thoughts. If only he’d draw away. As if he meant to break me down bodily before making me take leave of my senses. With the knowledge of his manipulation came the tendrils of my anger that I’d been tamping down all day, trying to bank the embers. Suppression was a nasty business.

As sexy as he wanted this little meeting to be, I had a lovely secret weapon tucked in my pocketless skirt suit. My rage had never been my friend before, but if she would keep me from making a reckless mistake, right this second she was my BFF. Omen shifted as if he knew something between us had changed. Surely the atmosphere between us crackled with a different energy, one far more deadly than the reason I had wanted my hands wound around his neck.

“I’ll do anything you want, be anyone you want, if you give me this chance. Taking you into my bed would be far from a hardship. In fact, I’ll go farther. I can’t stop thinking about you beneath me. How well I’d love to treat your repressed little body so that my name echoes in your mind because you’ve been crying it out for so many hours. I’ll make this risk in the investigation merely a bump to get my attention, for as long as you’ll have me. And for both our sakes, I hope you keep me for a while. I don’t get bored easily.”

As his lies slid across my neck I did the first thing that came to mind. While he was lost in his seductive ploy, I lunged, wrapped my hand around his throat, and threw us both back onto the bed so I was straddling him, pinning both his hands above his head. For a beat I couldn’t recall whether or not my move was intentionally sexual or not—but here we were—and judging by his obnoxious smirk he had a fine idea.

But I only needed one hand to pin down his wrists, so I shifted in a blink and clasped my other hand around his throat, erasing his cocky expression, as if I’d drained the light from the room. His neutral expression held all the calculation of someone very, very careful. And though I’m sure he wished to, he didn’t move a muscle beneath me. Well, expect for the betrayal of his cock, which hardened between my thighs as my skirt rode up higher on my outer thighs and I tried my best to act as if I wasn’t enjoying our little moment together. I’d lose my high ground if I let the smallest moan slip. No matter how hard it was to ignore his pleasant pressure between my legs as his hard cock rubbed against my pussy.

I tried to remind myself I held all the cards when his gaze locked with mine. Neither of us spoke a word, waiting for my answer to his ludicrous proposition. He couldn’t be serious. Not when his charm and good looks got him in with my secretary as much as any other woman he’d seduced in his lifetime. I was one of many, of that I was certain. Even if he did look at me as if I was something special. And I’m sure he would have fought my silent accusations—if I’d given him room to speak.

“Even if for a second I didn’t see past your charade, Omen, I wouldn’t entertain the thought because it very clearly breaks several codes of ethics. But thanks, for the offer. I really, really appreciate it.”

With a look of smug wickedness I put emphasis into my words with every slow tilt of my hips against him as I held him immobile against his bed. His eyes flashed. Whether with anger or arousal I couldn’t care. Instead I slowly untangled us, tugged my skirt, and smoothed it with my hands. Omen lay on the bed as if I hadn’t gotten off of him. When he rubbed his neck with a few low noises in the back of his throat, I didn’t hold an ounce of guilt for my actions. Even if I still sensed him flush against my pussy.

“You still haven’t rejected my prior offer. Does that mean it’s off the table even without the incentive?”

“No. If it means making my job any easier I’ll allow you to see Claudette and follow your plan, but if it doesn’t work expect me to be beyond displeased. And you won’t enjoy me when I’m angry.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I think I can find many different ways to enjoy you.”

He half sat, leaning on his hands on the bed so I got a peek at his bare chest through the straining buttons of his button down which was rolled up at the sleeves. I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrows. I wasn’t so gullible to fall for his act. No man had wooed me before now and none would unless a group orgy was involved. Granted, what Omen was offering was very one on one—but he only offered his body as a substitute for manipulation. By taking him to my bed I’d be belaying a weakness in my character.

3 d graphics fantasy landscape with magic treeAnd I had many flaws, but weakness wasn’t one of them.

I silently reminded myself of that as Omen straightened up entirely before wincing at the tent of his pants. I wish I could have felt sorry for him, but my mind was otherwise occupied with our more pressing problem. His erection would go away eventually and I would continue dodging his roguish comments so long as the investigation lasted. If he didn’t get sentenced for Claudette’s crime then the possibility of entertaining him in a less formal capacity in my bedroom slunk around in the back of my mind—but the likelihood of that was slim.

As if Omen read my mind he smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“How do we proceed?”

*****

Don’t forget to comment for a chance to win your copy of Furious Lust!

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Buy Furious Temptations Here:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Furious-Temptation-The-Furies-Series-ebook/dp/B00K017UPM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1398726549&sr=8-1&keywords=elise+hepner

About Elsie Hepner:

Elise Hepner lives with her husband and two eccentric cats in Maryland. She spends the majority of her free time in her basement office concocting smutty characters and sinful situations that leaves readers satisfied. When not writing, she researches everything from automatons in the 18th century to gladiatorial rules in Ancient Rome. She prides herself on being an avid information hound as well as a blog reading addict–which is her favorite way to procrastinate. Her previous publications include books and stories with Entangled, Excessica, Xcite, Ellora’s Cave, Secret Cravings Publishing and Cleis Press.

Author Links:

Website: www.elisehepner.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/EHepner

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Elise-Hepner-Writing/311925106401

 

 

Letters to a War Zone by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985)

Letters to a War ZoneBlurb:

When lonely insurance broker, Bailey, gets himself a new hobby, he ends up exchanging letters with a war zone. But he’s not expecting what happens next…

Bailey Hodgkiss is lonely and dissatisfied with his boring life as an insurance broker. In an attempt to insert some variety, he signs up to a website to write to serving soldiers. He’s put in touch with Corporal Nick Rock, and over the course of a couple of letters, the two of them strike up a friendship. They begin to divulge their secrets, including their preference for men.

Nick encourages Bailey to add more interests to his life. As a result, Bailey picks up his forgotten hobby, photography, and quickly decides to team it up with his other preferred interest, travel.

Booking a holiday to Rome is his biggest gesture towards a more exciting existence, and he eagerly looks forward to the trip. That is, until Nick says he’s coming home on leave, and it looks as though their respective trips will prevent them from meeting in person. Is there enough of a spark between them to push them to meet, or will their relationship remain on paper only?

Available from: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/letters-to-a-war-zone/

Add to your Goodreads shelves: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20722128-letters-to-a-war-zone

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Excerpt:

After clicking all the available links on the website to find out more about it, Bailey decided to go ahead and sign up. He’d never know what it was really like unless he gave it a go.

He’d read about the site in an article somewhere, about how it linked people with serving soldiers, pilots, marines and sailors in order to write to them. It had been proven that receiving mail—even from someone they didn’t know—improved military morale. It sounded like a damn good use of time to Bailey, and it would be interesting, too.

He began typing his details into the online form. Of course, the chances were that he’d be paired up with a man, given the ratio of males to females in the forces. It didn’t matter, though. He could still exchange letters with a guy, become friends. It seemed like such an old-school way to communicate with someone, given how technology had come on over the years, but at least it was different. Perhaps it would give him something in his life to look forward to, something other than getting up, showering, going to work, coming home, eating, watching television and going to bed. The watching television—and even the eating—were occasionally replaced by nights out with friends or seeing family. Weekends were spent cleaning, washing clothes, gardening and odd jobs. Dull stuff, in other words.

He had an utterly mundane life, and Bailey knew it. It wasn’t even as if his job was exciting. Insurance broking was hardly thrilling, game-changing, or going to save the world. He didn’t expect having a pen pal to change his entire life, but it would certainly break the monotony. Hopefully.

He went through the various steps to fill in his details and create a profile, then continued right through to the information on actually writing and sending the letters. It looked straightforward enough.

His mind made up, Bailey immediately went in search of a pen, some nice paper and an envelope. Armed with a print out of exactly what to do when the letter was finished, he settled down at the kitchen table. Instantly, his mind went blank. What the fuck was he meant to say? He didn’t know any soldiers or other military personnel, didn’t know anything about their lives, other than there was a great deal more to it than shooting people and being shot at. His own existence was so fucking boring that he didn’t want to write about it. Unless there were any insomniacs in Afghanistan—telling them about his day would solve that particular condition right away.

After chewing on his biro until it broke, covering his lips and chin with ink, Bailey replaced it, resolving to try harder. He’d tell his pen pal the bare essentials about himself, then ask lots of questions about them and their work. That was bound to rustle up some conversation.

That decided, he began to write, absentmindedly swiping at his inky skin with a tissue. He’d have to scrub it off when he was done with the note. His wrist and hand had begun to ache before he was halfway down the page. He rolled his eyes. He sat on his arse at a desk all day, using a computer. As a result, even writing something short by hand was hard work! There was no way he was going to divulge that particular piece of information to someone that was willing to lay down their life to protect their country.

He just about managed to fill a single side of the A5-sized paper. And that was only because he’d formed large letters and spaced his words and lines out plenty. But he tried not to worry—at least he’d finished it, his first letter to a war zone.

He read through it carefully, relieved to find no mistakes. He’d forgotten how much more difficult—and messy—errors were on the written page. Computers let you edit and rewrite to your heart’s content. No correction fluid or crossings-out necessary.

Finally, he addressed the envelope. It felt like the longest address ever. The area and country was bad enough, even without including the soldier’s name and BFPO address. But it was done—Bailey Hodgkiss had penned a missive to Corporal Nick Rock, currently stationed at Camp Bastion, Helmand Province, Afghanistan.

Now he’d just have to post it and wait for a reply. The website had said his missive would take between one and three weeks to reach Corporal Rock. Then he had to allow for time for him to read it and send a reply. It could be around six weeks before he heard anything. If he heard anything at all.

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Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

 
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