Friday, May 22, 2015
A Blending of Dark and Light, power and passion, non-con and intense romance
I'm excited about the Keyholder - it's a BDSM romance, a true romance BUT it's got this dark, dangerous element weaving through it like a fault line beneath a beautiful landscape, waiting to split things apart. I had a great time crafting something that was a mix of non-con and honest, deep romance, and blending the two into a powerful story. I hope those of you who have read or are reading this will let me know if you think I succeeded! Comment here and let me know.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Teaser from The Keyholder...
Her skin
was on fire, burning and stinging, and she began to dance on her toes, little
mewling cries escaping from her lips. “Oh, oh, oh, it hurts,” she panted,
though she didn’t want it to stop—far from it. She wanted it to go on forever.
“It’s
supposed to,” Charles intoned from behind her. “Let go.”
“Yes,” she
moaned. “Yes…”
The
leather stroked, slapped and painted her skin, its heat entering her muscles
and seeping into her bones. “Yes…oh, yes…” Pain lost its meaning, pleasure had
no set definition. It was all sensation, pure and perfect. She drifted
heavenward, no longer certain where she was or what was happening.
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Saturday, May 9, 2015
The Keyholder - Sizzly BDSM with a dark edge - preorder and WIN!
Abducted by an evil Master
Keyholder – rescued by the Dom of her dreams…
Eva Sandler’s dream job as a house submissive
at Hawthorne Dungeon becomes a seven-week nightmare of intense captivity at the
hands of a dangerous Master Keyholder. Though forced to submit to the cruel
taskmaster’s every erotic whim, Eva’s inner spark of survival burns hot. She
will escape, whatever the cost.
Long-time Dom Jack McQuade aches for a loving
D/s connection like that shared by his friends, Nora and Charles. When Nora
finds desperate clues left by someone held prisoner in Hawthorne Dungeon, it leads
them all to a harrowing discovery and introduces Jack to Eva’s stunning courage
and determination.
Jack and Eva’s possible D/s relationship
should be perfect, but when Jack holds back because of Eva’s previous
experience—fearing he’s pushing her too far, too fast—it will take every bit of
Eva’s spirit to show the Dom that his sub is much stronger than he ever realized.
A powerful story of passion, betrayal, erotic
submission, but most of all—love.
or
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Thursday, January 8, 2015
NOW AVAILABLE - Brokered Submission
Forty-eight hours as the BDSM slave to a sexy Master – that’s
the price to save a multimillion deal. What would you do?
Dylan steers clear of vanilla girls,
preferring to find his play partners in the BDSM scene. But something about Zoë
Stamos whispers to the Dom inside him. As they work together on a complex
multi-million dollar investment deal, it is all too easy to imagine her naked
and bound, skin glistening with sweat, her hair wild about her face. He can
almost hear her breathy cries as he cracks a whip behind her, letting its sharp
tip flick over her skin…
When a key investor pulls
out of a deal Zoë hoped would make her career, Dylan Hart offers to step in and
cover the six million dollar shortfall, but his terms are like nothing she’s
ever heard before. “You will spend the next forty-eight hours as my sexual
slave. You will be confined to my basement dungeon, and you will be subject to
my every sensual whim and erotic torture.”
Zoë, who has a secret cache of dark, edgy erotic romances in
her library, never dreams she’d be offered the chance to step right into the
pages of one. Fantasy is one thing, real life erotic submission is quite
another! But Dylan is waiting for her answer, his self-assured arrogance and
intense sexual allure nearly too much for Zoë to handle. Her heart is hammering
in her chest, and it’s hard to catch her breath.
“So,” he says, “do
we have a deal?”
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Who Wants to WIN an ADVANCE COPY of Brokered Submission?
How?
Just comment here with why you would like to read Brokered Submission, and I'll pick a winner by December 23! Winner posted here and on my Facebook, so stay tuned and good luck!
BLURB:
Dylan steers clear of vanilla girls, preferring to find his
play partners in the BDSM scene. But something about Zoë Stamos whispers to the
Dom inside him. As they work together on a complex multi-million dollar
investment deal, it is all too easy to imagine her naked and bound, skin
glistening with sweat, her hair wild about her face. He can almost hear her
breathy cries as he cracks a whip behind her, letting its sharp tip flick over
her skin…
When a key investor pulls
out of a deal Zoë hoped would make her career, Dylan Hart offers to step in and
cover the six million dollar shortfall, but his terms are like nothing she’s
ever heard before. “You will spend the next forty-eight hours as my sexual
slave. You will be confined to my basement dungeon, and you will be subject to
my every sensual whim and erotic torture.”
Zoë, who has a secret cache of dark, edgy erotic romances in
her library, never dreams she’d be offered the chance to step right into the
pages of one. Fantasy is one thing, real life erotic submission is quite
another! But Dylan is waiting for her answer, his self-assured arrogance and
intense sexual allure nearly too much for Zoë to handle. Her heart is hammering
in her chest, and it’s hard to catch her breath.
“So,” he says, “do
we have a deal?”
Friday, October 3, 2014
Beyond the Compound - Now Available!
After two months of intensive BDSM training at The Compound,
Hailey Davenport is ready to be placed with a Master to whom she will promise
complete sensual submission and obedience. Thinking her contract has been
purchased by the kind, older gentleman at the auction, she is surprised to be whisked
by private jet to the Malibu home of a reclusive movie star.
Ronan Wolfe is devastatingly handsome, wildly famous, hugely
successful, and utterly miserable, trapped in a plastic world of Hollywood
typecasting and more handlers than a prized race horse. Hailey, a quiet,
self-contained yoga instructor from a small Vermont town, doesn’t own a TV or
computer, and rarely goes to a movie. Ronan is shocked but pleased to realize
her focus is entirely on their D/s connection—she knows him only as Master
Ronan. Their relationship blossoms from the start, each of them eager to
explore the intense world of erotic dominance and sensual surrender.
Their lives are turned upside down by invasive paparazzi
determined to “out” the couple, no matter the cost. When their secret life is
splashed across the internet, the strain on them both threatens to destroy not
only their contractual arrangement as Dom and sub, but the very fabric of a new
and tenuous love.
$3.99
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Amazon Paperback
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Friday, September 19, 2014
Preorder Today! Read on for PRIZE!
Here is the beginning of the first chapter, to give you a jump start...
Chapter 1
The slave girl stood perfectly still, arms raised high over
her head, crossed at the wrists. Her eyes seemed turned inward, as if she were
lost inside a dream. The only hint she was suffering, indeed, that she was even
aware of what was happening to her, was the slight wince that moved like a
whisper of wings over her features when the whip found its mark.
The Mistress stood to the side of the slave, who faced
George in all her naked splendor. Her breasts were marked with a pleasing pattern
of thin red lines left behind by the perfectly aimed strokes of the whip. When
the tip caught her nipple, a small sigh escaped the woman’s parted lips and a
tremor moved through her lithe form.
“Focus,” Mistress Miriam commanded in a low, clear voice.
She struck the other nipple with the knotted tip of the whip, and the slave
girl’s composure slipped a little more. She bit her lower lip and George could
see the sheen of perspiration on her face and throat. “Remember why you exist,”
the Mistress intoned. “You were born for this, Hailey. Let the pain take you
where you need to go.”
The slave girl nodded slightly, serenity once again
suffusing her delicate features. She had a narrow face, large dark blue eyes
and shoulder-length blond hair, the kind that wasn’t any one color, but more
like a blend of pale ash, buttery yellow and shimmering gold.
“Turn,” the Mistress commanded, and the woman pivoted
slowly, arms still raised and crossed over her head. Christ, her ass was
perfection itself—two round, lush globes absolutely made for spanking. George
shifted on the sofa, using the contract he held in his hands to hide his sudden
erection—not that anyone was looking at him.
The other bidder was focused squarely on the two stunning
women in front of the huge stone fireplace. He didn’t look much over forty, no
gray yet in his slicked-back blond hair. He looked like one of those Wall
Street investment banker types dressed down for the weekend, consciously casual
in rumpled linen pants and Gucci loafers with no socks.
George shifted his gaze back where it belonged. The slave
girl was now panting, making sexy little sounds not unlike a woman nearing
orgasm, as if the whip were a cock, instead of leather, and stroking her cunt,
instead of brutally marking her ass and thighs. She wasn’t merely enduring this
whipping with grace—she loved it. She craved it. She was perfect. He had to get
her, no matter the cost.
Finally Mistress Miriam lowered the whip. “You may thank
me,” she said imperiously, and the girl, her entire body trembling, lowered
herself as gracefully as a ballerina to the floor and pressed her pretty mouth
to the toe of Mistress Miriam’s shoe.
Mistress Miriam stepped back. “Kneel, at ease, facing the
gentlemen,” she commanded. The girl lifted herself so her back was straight.
Still on her knees, she pivoted so she faced the room. She rested her hands,
palms up, on her thighs, her eyes appropriately downcast, though George could
see the strength in her bearing and pride in the lift of her chin.
That was all to the good. George had never favored timid,
simpering women. He liked them strong and sassy—all the more fun to whip
them—metaphorically and literally—into shape. At the same time, she had to be
willing and eager to accept whatever devious torture her Master’s active
imagination and even more active libido could devise. What’s more, she needed
to know how to keep her mouth shut, not only during her tenure, but afterward.
George glanced down at the contract he held in his hands.
Six months—the timeframe was a little long, and the starting price a little
steep, but it was still within budget. The girl, of course, was disease free
and also on birth control, a definite plus. Naturally he’d had to provide a
clean bill of health as well. Everything else looked to be in order. No
question, The Compound ran a first class operation.
George, an attorney by profession, though he no longer
actively practiced, was aware this contract would never withstand the scrutiny
of a court of law. It was illegal to sell one person to another, even if that
person was complicit in the sale and would be handsomely paid at the end of the
term. You weren’t allowed to buy a sex slave and keep her under lock and key,
there solely to do your sexual bidding and accept whatever erotic tortures you
chose to mete out.
No matter—no courts would be involved in the process. George
knew the slaves trained at The Compound received the finest education in the
art of erotic submission, which included absolute obedience. In a word,
Compound slaves knew to keep their mouths shut.
Another naked beauty, one of The Compound’s staff slaves,
glided silently into the room, carrying a bottle of the very fine Cognac she’d
served them earlier in the evening. The second bidder held up his brandy
snifter and the girl poured. George shook his head at the offer to replenish
his glass—he was working and needed his mind clear.
Mistress Miriam sat in a chair across from George and the
other bidder and crossed one long, perfect leg over the other. “As you can
see,” she said, “slave Hailey can take a very solid whipping with grace and
courage. She is also highly sexually responsive, and extremely capable of
serving a man’s every sensual need and desire. Hailey craves intensity of
experience. She needs a Master who will challenge her and take her to the edge
of her limits and perhaps a bit beyond.”
The girl remained still as a statue, a small, secret smile
playing over her pretty lips. She was so young and beautiful—why would she sell
herself like this to some old man she’d never met?
Money, of course. It made the world go round.
Which wasn’t to say he wasn’t quite impressed with what he’d
seen. The tour of the facility supported the stellar reputation The Compound
had garnered over the past years in the international BDSM community. Though
they’d been around less than a decade, The Compound was known for producing
highly trained sex slaves and placing them with carefully screened Masters
around the world, and unlike some groups he’d been involved with, the slaves
actually received a significant portion of the proceeds.
Maybe Mistress Miriam really did give a shit what happened
to the girls she placed, but even if her motives were primarily altruistic, she
was running a business. She could spout all the lofty sentiments she wanted
about the art of erotic submission, and the grace and courage of their highly
trained slave girls, but in the end the girl would go to the highest bidder.
“Would either of you care to examine slave Hailey before we
begin the bidding?”
The other bidder rose to his feet, his eyes fixed hungrily
on the naked, kneeling girl. “Yes.”
Mistress Miriam turned to Hailey and lifted one eyebrow,
which was apparently enough of a command to cause the girl to rise to her feet
in a fluid, sensual motion that made George’s bones ache with desire.
The guy strode to the front of the room. He moved with the
kind of confident determination of someone used to being in charge. He stood in
front of the slave girl, but George was enough off to the side that he could
see what the other bidder was doing. He lifted his hand, and for a second,
George thought he was going to slap the girl, but instead he gently cupped her
cheek and murmured something George couldn’t quite catch.
His hand slid down her cheek to her throat, his fingers
gripping her just below the jawline. Hailey’s pupils dilated and her lips
parted. It was clear the guy was pushing some submissive buttons with his
sensual chokehold.
He let her go and stepped back a little. Gripping one of her
lovely nipples between forefinger and thumb, he gave it a sudden, savage twist.
The girl rounded her lips into a pretty O, but otherwise made no protest. The
guy slapped at her thigh and she widened her stance, bare feet flat on the stone
hearth.
Again he murmured something George couldn’t quite catch. The
girl tilted her pelvis forward, her face outwardly serene, though George
couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in that pretty head of hers.
The man gripped her vulva like he was grabbing a piece of
fruit. He must have been doing something with his fingers, judging by the
pretty pink blush that moved over Hailey’s throat and cheeks and the way her
head fell slightly back. “Oh,” she breathed, the word like fingers stroking
George’s cock. This one would be a prize, no question about it.
The second bidder withdrew his hand and nudged the girl’s
shoulder. She pirouetted so her back was to them, and George fondled that
perfect ass with his eyes, even as the man used his hands to do the same thing.
Finally the man returned to his seat.
Mistress Miriam turned to George. “And you, Sir?”
George shook his head. He’d seen all he needed to know. The
girl was perfect.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Monday, September 8, 2014
Beyond the Compound AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER!
Click here to order your copy today!
After two months of intensive BDSM training at The Compound,
Hailey Davenport is ready to be placed with a Master to whom she will promise
complete sensual submission and obedience. Thinking her contract has been
purchased by the kind, older gentleman at the auction, she is surprised to be whisked
by private jet to the Malibu home of a reclusive movie star.
Ronan Wolfe is devastatingly handsome, wildly famous, hugely
successful, and utterly miserable, trapped in a plastic world of Hollywood
typecasting and more handlers than a prized race horse. Hailey, a quiet,
self-contained yoga instructor from a small Vermont town, doesn’t own a TV or
computer, and rarely goes to a movie. Ronan is shocked but pleased to realize
her focus is entirely on their D/s connection—she knows him only as Master
Ronan. Their relationship blossoms from the start, each of them eager to
explore the intense world of erotic dominance and sensual surrender.
Their lives are turned upside down by invasive paparazzi
determined to “out” the couple, no matter the cost. When their secret life is
splashed across the internet, the strain on them both threatens to destroy not
only their contractual arrangement as Dom and sub, but the very fabric of a new
and tenuous love.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
(Cane + Rope) x Erotic Pain + Passion = Peace?
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