For the Men, and the Women Who Love Them – an anthology of erotica

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I was honoured and thrilled when my submission was accepted for this anthology, edited by the wonderful Rose Caraway, and today I am excited that it is now published.

I am included in an august group of writers, which makes me even more thrilled about my inclusion in this great line up. The twenty five contributors are:

Emmanuelle de Maupassant, Adrea Kore, Tamsin Flowers, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Allen Dusk, Jade A. Waters, Terrance Aldon Shaw, Rachel de Vine, Dorothy Freed, D.L.King, Chase Morgan, Charlie Powell, Landon Dixon, Sonni de Soto, D. Lovejoy, Erin Pim, J.T. Seate, Spencer Dryden, Marc Angel, Winter Blair, Simon Drax, Lynn Lake, Josie Jordan, Daily Francis Hollow, and T.J. Christian.

Not only is the e-book available, but there will soon be an audio version, narrated by the velvet toned voice of the Editor herself, Rose Caraway, with the invaluable assistance of her husband, Dayv Caraway. If you haven’t heard Rose narrate a story, you have really missed a treat.

Not being a very literary writer of erotica, I chose a punchy short story of a female hitchhiker who has an uninhibited and joyful attitude to both life and sex, and her trip with a British truck driver, on his way to Paris.

Here’s a short excerpt:

As soon as the cab door closed, he put the vehicle into gear and pulled away from the side of the road.

“So you are not going anywhere in particular?” he asked.

“Not really, although I hope to end up in Portugal at some time in the future. In the meantime I plan to go where the fancy takes me. How about you?”

“I’m taking chilled food to Paris, staying overnight, and then loading up with more goods to bring back to England. Not as exciting as your plans.”

“Oh I’m sure it has its compensations. Do you pick up many women on the road like this?”

She turned and a hint of suggestion flashed over her face. Or was it just wishful thinking on his part?

“What’s your name?”

“Jezebel. Jez for short.”

“Really?”

“No, not really. But it will do for now.”

“Right. Well then I will call myself…what name shall I use? Any suggestions?”

“How about Hermes? He was the Greek god of the roadways and travellers.”

“Okay, and what was Jezebel famous for, other than being rather flighty?”

“She was a Queen of Israel, but unfortunately she misbehaved and was thrown to her death from a tower and eaten by dogs.”

“That doesn’t sound a good omen for you then, but as I’m Hermes, the God of travellers, I’ll take care of you.”

“Why that is very kind of you. Would you like me to take care of you in return?”

He glanced at her quickly, unsure how exactly to interpret that remark, and was met by a cheeky smile and a wet tongue running over the most kissable lips he had seen for a while. Oh well, nothing ventured…

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The writer, Terrance Aldon Shaw, who is one of the contributors, has written an interesting and insightful interview with Rose Caraway, on his Erotica for the Big Brain website, which is well worth reading. Find it here.

I do hope you buy and enjoy this thrilling anthology.

The e-book can be bought at the following sites:

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Weekend Writing Warriors for September 25

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Warning: The book I am currently featuring is only suitable for 18 years plus and is sexually explicit at times, and uses explicit language.

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors (www.wewriwa.com) where writers submit 8 – 10 lines of their work for others to read and comment. Please visit the site for snippets from other authors.

This week I am moving further into my new book, Snatched. Bhodan and the other men go out robbing, but only he returns, badly wounded. Laryssa is faced with the decision of whether to abandon the man to his fate – almost certainly death – and escape, or stay and save him. She chooses the latter. Her gentle ministrations touch him and he begins to reveal the story of his past. (I have been a little creative in the punctuation, to keep within the line limit.)

“It was my father.”

Laryssa looked at him with some puzzlement.

“My face,” he said softly, “It was my father who did it.” He paused, as though the effort of saying this to her—to anyone—was as much as he could manage right now.

“I was sixteen and my father was drunk, as he often was. He used to beat my mother very badly sometimes, and that night he started again; but he went much further than he usually did, and he killed her. So I attacked him with a knife, and in the struggle, he turned the knife towards me and cut my face.”

“What happened to your father?”

Bhodan paused for a long while, clearly reflecting on what had been a traumatic time for him. “I killed him,” he said simply, “with the same knife he used on my face.”

 

(NB In case you wonder why the three women didn’t escape while the men were gone, Bhodan takes their shoes, and their feet would have been cut to ribbons by the brambles in the forest.)

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Loss. Passion. Sacrifice.

It’s the worst day of Laryssa’s life when bandits snatch her beloved daughter Sofiya, carrying her away to places unknown. Vowing to save her, come what may, Laryssa sets off on a long and difficult journey to find the nineteen-year-old.

When she stumbles across a half ruined castle in the middle of a forest, she realizes she’s found the very place where Sofiya is being held by four men. In desperation, Laryssa begs to be allowed to stay with them, to cook and clean, and even offers her body for use to the leader of the gang, a man called Bhodan. Not knowing who she really is, he grudgingly accepts.

Bhodan is a dark man with a troubled past. With livid scars marring his otherwise handsome features, he is gruff, ruthless, and cold. Somehow Laryssa, the woman he has employed to cook and clean for himself and his men, and to service him sexually whenever he desires it, manages to see past his harsh exterior. Her growing attraction to him is undeniable, and no one is more surprised than Bhodan himself to discover that he is beginning to reciprocate those feelings.

Sofiya is not the only girl to have been captured by the gang; Hanna, a girl close to her in age, was already being held when Sofiya arrived. Laryssa is desperate to rescue them both, but knows she must bide her time until the moment is right.

When the four men decide to leave the women alone to go thieving, Laryssa sees her chance. However, she is unprepared for the emotional dilemma she will face when only one of the men – Bhodan – returns. He is badly wounded, and she finds herself unable to leave him alone, as he will undoubtedly die.

Torn between the love of her daughter and the passion Bhodan has awakened in her, Laryssa faces a tough choice. Should she send Sofiya and Hanna back to their village alone to face their demons, or should she accompany them and risk losing what could well be her last chance of experiencing boundless passion and love after years spent alone? Can she forgive Bhodan for what he has done in the past, or will she decide that her daughter’s happiness is more important than her own.

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Resurrection, by Ashe Barker

Today I have the pleasure of welcoming Ashe Barker to my website, to talk about her exciting new book, Resurrection, a paranormal/time travel, erotic romance.

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The past is only a heartbeat away

First, let’s hear from Ashe about why she wrote this book.

Resurrection is one of my favourite stories so far. It was a dream to write, and tries to present one of the most infamous anti-heroes in English history in a slightly more favourable light. Richard III is a minor character in Resurrection, but his part in the story is memorable. He was given a seriously bad press by the Tudors, not least after the hatchet-job performed by one William Skakespeare. The politics of the day were unsympathetic, and Richard ended up on the losing side in the Wars of the Roses and even though he went down fighting (he was the last English monarch to actually die in battle) he never got the chance to tell his side of the story.

In truth I’m convinced Richard was more misunderstood than evil, though I suppose we’ll never really know.

*****

Right from the start she knew it wasn’t about love.

As the youngest daughter of a wealthy family in medieval England, Lady Jane of Acton has been betrothed to Gerard Twyfford, the son of the Earl of Roseworth, since she was a baby. A dynastic marriage such as theirs is about power and property, not love but even so Jane desperately yearns for her husband’s approval. But Gerard’s rare visits to her bed are for the sole purpose of producing an heir, and she’s even failed at that. How can Jane win Gerard over when she cannot even be the wife he needs her to be?

Would one last chance be enough? Could he make things right, even now?

Ged Twyfford doesn’t know what he’s missing in life. A powerful vampire, he’s lived for close to six hundred years and seen a lot during his time but his past still haunts him. On a whim, he purchases Roseworth castle, the keep he used to rule as lord. Mostly in ruins now, Roseworth is a shell of what it was when he was still a mortal but Ged is determined to make it his home again. Maybe this is what he’s been missing, maybe he needs a place to belong at last.

When a woman emerges from the lake beside his castle, looking and sounding a lot like the wife he lost over five centuries ago, Ged assumes she’s a witch out to dupe him. But what if she is who she claims to be? Ged finally realizes just what he had, and just how precious to him was the wife he betrayed all those hundreds of years ago.

Do they really have a second chance or is it just too late to start over?

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About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after. 

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And now for four delicious excerpts, and if these don’t persuade you to buy this book I don’t know what will.

EXCERPT 1 (PG Rated)

 “I apologise for keeping you, my lord, but I wondered—is there news? Of the King?” Jane sat upright in her bed, leaning against the pillows as she clutched her coverlet to her chest. Her husband, his monthly duties performed with his usual perfunctory efficiency, hopped about beside her bed, balancing on one leg as he shoved his feet back into his hose ready to depart for what Jane could only assume to be a bed he found more to his liking. Gerard rarely remained with her for more than few minutes after depositing his seed within her infertile body, and this night was no exception. He would dress, offer her a polite bow, and leave her chamber as quickly as he decently might. She rarely saw him during the day, and certainly not in a manner conducive to private conversation, so if she was to press him for news it must be now.

Recently returned from the fighting in the midlands, her husband would even now be commanding his army in defense of King Richard were it not for the injury to his shoulder which had necessitated his temporary presence at home to recuperate. The last news they had received informed them that the King’s forces were to meet those of the usurping Henry Tudor close to Leicester, where the outcome should be decisive.

Jane was quite certain that Richard would prevail. He was, after all, the rightful King of England following his brother’s untimely death some two years previously, and the bizarre disappearance of his nephews. Jane had no doubt the boys had been spirited abroad by their mother who distrusted Richard and was convinced he meant harm to her and her brood. It was a ridiculous notion, but one which Elizabeth Woodville, the widow of the late king, clung to with her customary tenacity. Jane knew that Richard would never harm those close to him, though the Lancastrian rebels would do all in their power to blacken his name.

She knew, too, that her husband’s injury was almost completely healed and that Sir Gerard would soon re-join the King’s forces. If she was to learn of the progress of Richard’s cause she would need to speak to him sooner rather than later.

Gerard paused in his battle with his clothing. He glanced at the small figure hunched in the bed and spared a sympathetic smile for her.

“Ah, yes. I forget how close you are to the King. I regret, though, I have received no word as yet. As soon as there is anything to report Garrick will return, and you have my word that I will share the news with you, my lady.”

Garrick, captain of her husband’s personal guard, had stayed with the King’s troops along with most of the Roseworth men at arms. Whilst his injury prevented his personal presence on the battlefield, much to Gerard’s frustration, her husband had been insistent that his forces would remain at Richard’s disposal. Jane knew it was Gerard’s intention to rejoin the King’s forces within the week, and it was quite possible she would not see him again for months.

“You will send regular reports, my lord? Do you promise?”

“I have said so, have I not? Do you doubt my word, Jane?”

His tone had hardened, taking on a note of impatience which had become more frequent of late. Jane sensed her husband’s attitude toward her shifting from indulgent indifference to frustrated resentment, though he did nothing to overtly suggest that he was displeased with her. It was just a feeling, a suspicion she could not shake off. Gerard was a lord dissatisfied with his lady. She, Jane, was an unwanted and barren wife.

“Of course I do not, my lord. I am merely anxious, is all.”

Gerard fastened his shirt then sat back down on the edge of the bed to pull on his shoes. “You concern yourself overmuch with matters of state, my lady. This latest rising will amount to nought. The Tudor bastard is an adventurer, a man with more ambition than sense. He will not succeed in overthrowing Richard.”

Jane nodded and watched in silence as her husband strode across the room to the door. He paused to offer her a courteous bow, then exited. His footsteps echoed along the stone flags of the corridor outside, until there was just silence left.

 EXCERPT 2 (18+)

“My lord? Is there a problem?” She could surmise from his stormy countenance as he glared at her across the room that all was not well.

“You attended Norfolk’s bath. Against my express instructions.” His normally bland tone had taken on a cold edge. Jane did not care for it.

“My lord, I but—”

“Do you seek to deny it?” He did not raise his voice, but Jane found herself in no doubt as to the depth of his displeasure even so,

“No, but I—”

Her husband strolled across the room to glance out of the window then turned his head to regard her over his shoulder. “I informed you, did I not, soon after your arrival in this keep, that I did not expect my wife to perform such services. Have my wishes in this matter slipped your mind completely, my lady?”

“Of course not, my lord, and I thank you for your consideration. But I am lady here, and the Duke is an exalted guest in our house. It is expected that I should attend to his ablutions personally. It… it is my duty and my right as Lady of Roseworth.”

He turned to face her fully now, leaning back against the window sill in a posture deceptively casual. He folded his arms across his wide chest and regarded her under lowered brows. His azure eyes glittered, reminding her of icy flints. Not for the first time Jane observed him to be a most handsome man, and utterly intimidating.

Despite her trepidation Jane stood before her husband, her spine stiff and her shoulders back. Gerard might neglect her all he would, but she would not readily permit him to deprive her of her sole remaining purpose in life. She took pride in the quality of her housekeeping, and her responsibilities as lady of the hall included assisting important guests in bathing. It was not a duty she much cared for, and the knowledge that her husband would not insist upon it had been welcome enough. His rank alone was the reason she had made this exception for the Duke of Norfolk.

Her husband narrowed his eyes. Jane stepped back, her brief flash of temper dissipating. Whilst not scared of him exactly, she harboured a healthy respect for Gerard and knew him to have a temper though rarely was it directed at her. He set high store by obedience though, and it was distinctly possible that she had overstepped the mark in her defiance.

“Your right, madam? Your duty? May I remind you that your duty is to obey me. My instructions were clear and you chose to do otherwise.”

Jane’s heart sank. “But—”

“Norfolk is a lecher, as more than one hapless lady is able to testify. I would not have you alone with him, or with any man in such a situation. It is not safe.”

“He would never behave inappropriately. Not here, not in my own home.”

In truth, she had found the entire episode distasteful and Jane had no reason to doubt the accuracy of her husband’s assessment of the man. Norfolk had leered at her as he undressed, sauntering around the bedchamber with his huge, thick cock bobbing before her eyes. He was clearly aroused by her presence in his chamber and insisted upon making sure she was aware of it. Given the slightest hint of encouragement, he might well have pressed his luck further as her husband clearly suspected. She had seen no point in allowing the vile nobleman to know that despite five years of marriage to a man no one would describe as other than virile, Jane was in fact a virgin. This was the first time she had found herself in close proximity to a naked male and she struggled to conceal her revulsion. Jane did what needed to be done and made her excuses as hastily as she decently could.

The duke had seemed to her to be well enough pleased at the courtesy shown him. Jane rather resented this interference now from a husband who really ought to be more appreciative of her efforts on his behalf.

“You put yourself in danger, and I will not have it, Jane. It is my responsibility to protect you, to keep you safe.”

“I do not consider that I was in danger, my lord.”

“I do. What is more, I see in your face that you know I am right in this. Even if Norfolk were the most perfect of gentlemen, he is still a man and you are very young. Inexperienced. God’s bones, madam, you are still a virgin and men’s bathing chambers are no place for you.”

“If I am still a virgin, sir, whose fault is that?”

The moment the words were out Jane regretted them, wished she could gather up her reckless remarks and swallow them again whole. The accusation, the complaint, the implied slur hovered in the air between them as her husband’s features hardened into a stern but incredulous mask.

“I see we have much to resolve, Jane. We shall start with the matter of your wilful and dangerous flouting of my instructions.” He pushed himself away from the wall and strolled past her to sit on the side of her bed. “You will come here, Jane, and lay face down across my lap. You may keep your shift on if you wish, but you will raise it above your waist.”

Jane gaped at him, aghast. “I will not!”

“Jane, if I have to come and get you, it shall be a switch you feel across your bare arse, not merely my hand. Do not make this worse.”

“I.. I… you cannot beat me.”

“You are my wife, mine to discipline as I see fit. I will not beat you, but you have earned a thorough spanking and you shall have it, my lady. You may submit to this punishment, or not, that is your choice. It will happen anyway.”

 EXCERPT 3 (18+)

“Over my knee, Janey.”

His tone had softened, and the intimate use of her name gave her pause. Her husband rarely even spoke to her outside of formal settings, let alone would he utter any endearment. His expression did not suggest mockery, though she could not name the unfamiliar expression which lurked in his sapphire eyes. With a dejected sob Jane prostrated herself across his lap. Her waist-length plait trailed on the rug beside the bed and she grasped at her husband’s leather boot for support, convinced she would overbalance and tumble to the flagged floor.

“Your shift, Jane.”

“I, I cannot reach. Could you not just—”

“Spanking requires a bare bottom, Janey. You can reach, and I wish you to bare your buttocks for me now.”

There was no alternative, no avoiding this. Jane stretched her hand behind her to grab the hem of her garment and pulled it up. She was oddly grateful that her husband steadied her with his arm to prevent any danger of her falling as she did the same with the other side.

“Is that high enough, my lord?”

“Almost. Pull it right above your waist. I wish to see all of your sweet derrière for this as I intend to turn the whole of it a glorious shade of crimson.”

Jane sobbed as she complied, uncertain whether her tears were due to fear of what was about to happen to her or humiliation at this treatment. Her husband might be cold and neglectful, but he had always treated her with the utmost courtesy. Until now.

At this moment she longed for him to neglect her.

“Good. You may scream and shriek all you like, but you will not kick or struggle or otherwise seek to avoid your punishment. I will tell you when we are finished here and you may get up, but until then you will remain exactly where you are with your bottom nice and high. Do you understand?”

“I cannot. You will hurt me…”

“I will. I intend to hurt you because I am about to teach you a lesson you will not easily forget. I hope such occurrences will be rare between us, my lady, but be under no illusion. I will make my point and disobedience will earn you a bared and spanked bottom. So, you will be still, yes?”

“I will try, my lord.” Jane did not think for one moment she would succeed.

“You will do as I say, or we will continue here until you do. You have a gorgeous arse, my sweet little wife, and I already intend you not to wish to sit on it for several days. I recommend you make every effort not to provoke me further.”

EXCERPT 4 (18+)

 Ged decided to play for time. “We can talk later. For now, you need to get out of those wet clothes and wrap yourself in this. Can you manage or do you need me to help?”

She gnawed on her lower lip, a mannerism he remembered had always irked him. It had made it appear as though she feared him, and never failed to leave him feeling like a clod.

Christ, but this fucking witch was good.

“Might you summon a maidservant, if you please?”

Ged let out an exasperated sigh. “No, I might not. There are no maidservants here, just you and me.” His response was perhaps less sympathetic than the occasion called for. Despite his irritation at her presence here he regretted his sharp tone the instant it was out, especially as the wench drew away from him, her brow furrowing.

“I see. Then if you could just—”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” Ged reached for her and with two deft tugs untied the loops securing her flimsy robe. He slid the fabric over her shoulders and the woman made no attempt to resist his efforts as he removed it from her. He grasped the hem of her linen shift and pulled that up. “Lift up your arms, Jane,” he instructed.

She did so, obedient as a lamb. As he pulled the garment from her chilled body Ged realised he had used her name without thinking, and that she had answered to it. Then he caught sight of her naked body, and he forgot to breathe.

Jesus! Fucking holy hell! A bolt of pure lust shot straight to his cock. He was hard in seconds, but that was not the worst of it. With advancing age, Ged had mastered many of the skills required by a vampire who preferred to hide in plain sight. He usually managed to control his fangs with no bother at all, but not in unguarded moments such as this. His upper lip curled back as his razor-like canines shot from his jaw, and it was all he could manage not to snarl.

The diminutive female on his couch watched in horror as his features altered. She opened her mouth, he supposed to scream though no sound emerged. Instead, she collapsed into a dead faint.

Shit. Ged’s reflexes were as sharp as the next vampire so he managed to catch her before she rolled onto the floor. He arranged her safely on the sofa and pulled the duvet over her, tucking in the edges with care. At least now she was safely covered and he could concentrate on getting his own physical responses back under control.

For long moments Ged stood over the still from. The little witch’s breathing was steady, her colour better and improving with every minute that passed and she was out of the cold. There was a reasonable chance he might not require that ambulance after all. He was relieved, and not just out of concern for the unknown female’s health. His instincts told him he should keep this woman’s presence here a secret, at least until it was clear who and what she was and exactly what he might be dealing with.

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Weekend Writing Warriors for Sept 18

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Warning: The book I am currently featuring is only suitable for 18 years plus and is sexually explicit at times, and uses explicit language.

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors (www.wewriwa.com) where writers submit 8 – 10 lines of their work for others to read and comment. Please visit the site for snippets from other authors.

Laryssa has tracked the kidnappers of her daughter to a ruined castle in the middle of a forest, and has persuaded the bandits to allow her to stay as their housekeeper and also as a bed companion of their leader, Bhodan. I have jumped ahead by a chapter from last week’s snippet. Laryssa has now reassured her daughter that she will find a way to rescue her. In the meantime she has had to fulfil her side of the bargain, by going to Bhodan’s bed, which surprised and shocked her by not being as much of an ordeal as she had anticipated.

She was fairly certain that as long as she kept them content with her cooking, and Bhodan content in his bed, the men would allow her to stay until she had worked out a way of getting them all safely away from this place.

That night, Bhodan came for her again, but did not repeat the rough treatment of their last coupling. This time, he paused at the kitchen door and watched her combing her long hair, which she normally put up into a bun during the day. The anger and aggression previously in his face and demeanor, had gone.

“Come, I want you.”

He wondered why, after just a short time, this woman was getting inside his head. Throughout most of his life, he had been careful to allow no one to penetrate the armor-plated exterior he had so carefully constructed. There had been many women over the years, and Laryssa was just one more. And yet, there was something about her, an indefinable ‘something’ that drew him to her. He liked her calmness, her bearing, her soft voice and, yes, her body, which responded so well to his touch, and which set his own body alight in ways he found unfamiliar and strange.

Snatched by Juliette Banks has just been published, and is available from the following places.

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Loss. Passion. Sacrifice.

It’s the worst day of Laryssa’s life when bandits snatch her beloved daughter Sofiya, carrying her away to places unknown. Vowing to save her, come what may, Laryssa sets off on a long and difficult journey to find the nineteen-year-old.

When she stumbles across a half ruined castle in the middle of a forest, she realizes she’s found the very place where Sofiya is being held by four men. In desperation, Laryssa begs to be allowed to stay with them, to cook and clean, and even offers her body for use to the leader of the gang, a man called Bhodan. Not knowing who she really is, he grudgingly accepts.

Bhodan is a dark man with a troubled past. With livid scars marring his otherwise handsome features, he is gruff, ruthless, and cold. Somehow Laryssa, the woman he has employed to cook and clean for himself and his men, and to service him sexually whenever he desires it, manages to see past his harsh exterior. Her growing attraction to him is undeniable, and no one is more surprised than Bhodan himself to discover that he is beginning to reciprocate those feelings.

Sofiya is not the only girl to have been captured by the gang; Hanna, a girl close to her in age, was already being held when Sofiya arrived. Laryssa is desperate to rescue them both, but knows she must bide her time until the moment is right.

When the four men decide to leave the women alone to go thieving, Laryssa sees her chance. However, she is unprepared for the emotional dilemma she will face when only one of the men – Bhodan – returns. He is badly wounded, and she finds herself unable to leave him alone, as he will undoubtedly die.

Torn between the love of her daughter and the passion Bhodan has awakened in her, Laryssa faces a tough choice. Should she send Sofiya and Hanna back to their village alone to face their demons, or should she accompany them and risk losing what could well be her last chance of experiencing boundless passion and love after years spent alone? Can she forgive Bhodan for what he has done in the past, or will she decide that her daughter’s happiness is more important than her own?

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Weekend Writing Warriors for Sept 11

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Warning: The book I am currently featuring is only suitable for 18 years plus and is sexually explicit at times, and uses explicit language.

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors (www.wewriwa.com) where writers submit 8 – 10 lines of their work for others to read and comment. Please visit the site for snippets from other authors.

The scene is mid-19th century in an impoverished Eastern European country. A group of bandits has kidnapped Laryssa’s 18 year-old daughter, and she is desperate to rescue her from their clutches. She finds the ruined castle where the bandits are living and tries to talk her way into the castle, but her offer to be their housekeeper does not persuade Bhodan, the leader of the bandits, who has a hideously scarred face, to admit her. It is only when she offers to come to his bed that he allows her inside. (Slightly altered to conform to the rules.)

Bhodan stared at her for a moment. Here was a mature, sensuous woman. He did not, like his brother, prefer young and inexperienced types, who squealed with fright the moment you approached them, and he was not prepared, either, to share a woman with three other men. This woman might be what he was looking for. There was something in her face and demeanor that appealed to him. She looked calmly at him, directly in the eye—she was not afraid of him, it seemed. Whilst Bhodan liked to exercise control over his women, he could not bear those who trembled and snivelled. Conquering those women was too easy. He much preferred a woman with a strong mind whom he could gradually wear down over a period of time. A woman like that was a challenge, but it was the sudden twitch in his groin that was the deciding factor.

 

Snatched by Juliette Banks has just been published, and is available from the following place

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Loss. Passion. Sacrifice.

It’s the worst day of Laryssa’s life when bandits snatch her beloved daughter Sofiya, carrying her away to places unknown. Vowing to save her, come what may, Laryssa sets off on a long and difficult journey to find the nineteen-year-old.

When she stumbles across a half ruined castle in the middle of a forest, she realizes she’s found the very place where Sofiya is being held by four men. In desperation, Laryssa begs to be allowed to stay with them, to cook and clean, and even offers her body for use to the leader of the gang, a man called Bhodan. Not knowing who she really is, he grudgingly accepts.

Bhodan is a dark man with a troubled past. With livid scars marring his otherwise handsome features, he is gruff, ruthless, and cold. Somehow Laryssa, the woman he has employed to cook and clean for himself and his men, and to service him sexually whenever he desires it, manages to see past his harsh exterior. Her growing attraction to him is undeniable, and no one is more surprised than Bhodan himself to discover that he is beginning to reciprocate those feelings.

Sofiya is not the only girl to have been captured by the gang; Hanna, a girl close to her in age, was already being held when Sofiya arrived. Laryssa is desperate to rescue them both, but knows she must bide her time until the moment is right.

When the four men decide to leave the women alone to go thieving, Laryssa sees her chance. However, she is unprepared for the emotional dilemma she will face when only one of the men – Bhodan – returns. He is badly wounded, and she finds herself unable to leave him alone, as he will undoubtedly die.

Torn between the love of her daughter and the passion Bhodan has awakened in her, Laryssa faces a tough choice. Should she send Sofiya and Hanna back to their village alone to face their demons, or should she accompany them and risk losing what could well be her last chance of experiencing boundless passion and love after years spent alone? Can she forgive Bhodan for what he has done in the past, or will she decide that her daughter’s happiness is more important than her own?

 

The Brat With the Phoenix Tattoo by Lilah E Noir

Today I have handed my blog over to a guest – the author Lilah E Noir – to tell you about her new book, The Brat With the Phoenix Tattoo. (18 + only) Note: Please be aware that this book contains graphic BDSM erotica and may not appeal to all tastes.

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Release date: 29th August 2016

Genre: BDSM erotic romance

Author: Lilah E. Noir

Cover design: Lilah E. Noir

International Link: http://mybook.to/PhoenixTattooSummer

Blurb

Sage Phoenix has been the thorn in Paul Skyler’s side ever since their final night of high school. She was a bright spot of chaos in his cerebral world of logic and order. The manic pixie dream girl who drove him crazy and left him panting, seduced and longing for more of her spell. The only woman who ever saw him in his most naked and vulnerable state.
For years Paul’s been dreaming of nothing but giving her a taste of her own poison. When he spots Sage behind the glass of her run down tattoo studio he knows he’d never get a better chance. His briefcase contains everything necessary to punish her, put her through her paces and keep her on the edge and at his mercy… just to humiliate her completely and leave her bound to her own tattoo chair.
Little does he suspect that by the end of the night he’d be too addicted to their power exchange to walk away. Little does she know that by the end of the summer she’d be completely under his spell.

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About-The-Author

Lilah E. Noir is an author of dark erotic novels and stories with elements of taboo, seduction and different aspects of the BDSM spectrum. Her tales are focused on the intricate relationships between people and their rough yet always sensual encounters.

Lilah is an author of Stroker Ace, a menage novella that has been nominated for a Best BDSM Book of 2015 at the Menage category. At the beginning of the summer, Lilah released her debut full-length novel, Unorthodox Therapy, first part of a trilogy exploring the nature of addiction.

The Brat With The Phoenix Tattoo:Summer is part 1 of a four book series dedicated to the different seasons of a relationship between two polar opposite people brought together by their love of kink and power exchange.

When she doesn’t write Lilah enjoys creating covers for herself and other writers.

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I got up without saying another word and walked to her, holding my breath as I stared at her hypnotizing eyes. Sage looked confused and insecure at my sudden move, especially when I wrapped my fingers around her tender wrist and removed the glass from her fingers. She gasped and stared up at me with genuine shock. So I used the moment to stroke her hand and run my thumb down her bottom lip. Her pulse quickened and she swallowed while looking at me in the eyes like a deer in the headlights.

I was sure you’d be more than excited at my ability to predict and assess risks,” I said in a teasing voice while caressing her chin. “I wish I had been savvier about all the risks involved the only time I tried being a betting man… with you.” Sage blinked for a moment and opened her mouth to let out a slight, purring groan so I opened her lips wider by using my thumb. I inclined further as if about to kiss her but stopped in the last minute with a cruel smirk. “You won’t need this. Also, why ice? I thought a hardcore chick like you wouldn’t take her whiskey on the rocks?”

The look on her face when I let go of her jaw and walked away was so damned precious it made my cock throb with excitement. Sage reached out to caress her lips, where my fingers have been laying just a minute ago, warming her up, feeling her blood rush. The knowledge I could have the same effect on her made me feel powerful and stripped me of all my earlier doubts and worries. She looked around nervously and brought her hand to her neck, at a loss of words.

I kept on circling around her chair, with my hands behind my back and kept watching her, as if she was a subject of an experiment. Her perky breasts heaved up and down rapidly while the woman was trying to regain composure.

I… I was just being playful.”

Well, we both know how much you love playing games, kitten.”

Sage frowned a little at that unexpected pet name. I had never used it with her before. As cheesy as it was it fit her very well. Finally, she uttered in a hesitant voice, still feeling up her bottom lip.

I wasn’t trying to belittle your success but it was always clear to see you’d go far someday.” She kept staring at her boots. Her gaze fell on on the intricate buckles and Sage kept playing with them with shaking fingers. I’ve been watching her closely and didn’t fail to notice the reddening of her cheeks, the way her nipples hardened, how her posture changed. Her confidence was melting just like the ice in my water.

Sage had always been the type of girl in need of proper handling but I never thought she might be genuinely submissive.

You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself too, Sage.” My voice was soft as I went behind her and ran my fingers through her hair. Watching her squirm under my light and seemingly innocent touch was so much fun. It was time to raise the stakes so I brushed my lips against her earlobe and whispered.

Are all these designs yours?”

Sage gasped again and squeezed her hands in her lap as I kept tracing the front of her neck with fingers.

No, Finley did at least half of what you are seeing.” Her back was stiff as I let my hand slowly run along the line of her spine, caressing her skin with small, feather-like movements. “My forte is the industrial tattoo design. These are some of my latest stuff.” She pointed at an abstract steampunk styled frame. It showed a tattoo design of a sleeve that consisted of elaborate clocks and gears. “I still have a long way to go but I’m getting better, and all my clients are coming back for more.”

Then it’s a good thing you didn’t give up on your cute little art hobby, isn’t it?” She tensed at these words and looked down with her eyes closed. That was more condescending than I planned it. Bruising her ego would make her more compliant but there was no need to hurt her feelings. “You were always talented.” I laid my hands on her shoulders and kissed her neck. Her shoulders trembled slightly, her breathing hitched and she squeezed her fists harder at my touch. Other than that Sage showed in no way my intrusion in her private space was unpleasant.

A depraved, dark part of me expected her to struggle, protest, cry, bite and scratch me, that I’d have my way with her whether she liked it or not. I hadn’t done anything drastic yet so there was always a chance for her to start fighting back if I went further. Still, I hoped those ugly, violent urges would remain unsatisfied. I wanted to walk out of that place cleansed, not feeling as a deranged rapist.

Besides, seeing Sage surrender herself and get down on her knees for me would be more arousing than the thought of fucking her against her will.

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Weekend Writing Warriors for Sept 4

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Warning: The book I am currently featuring is only suitable for 18 years plus and is sexually explicit at times, and uses explicit language.

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors (www.wewriwa.com) where writers submit 8 – 10 lines of their work for others to read and comment. Please visit the site for snippets from other authors.

The scene is mid-19th century in an impoverished Eastern European country. A group of bandits has kidnapped Laryssa’s 18 year-old daughter, and she is desperate to rescue her from their clutches. She finds the ruined castle where the bandits are living and tries to talk her way into the castle, but her offer to be their housekeeper does not persuade Bhodan, the leader of the bandits, who has a hideously scarred face, to admit her.

The man had already begun to turn away. The woman was desperate. “I will even come to your bed if you wish.”

He paused, and a half smile came to his ravaged face. “My, my, you really are desperate, aren’t you? Do you think you can look at this face while we are fucking? Or would you have to close your eyes?”

“Sir, all men look alike in the dark, as do all women. I am no beauty, and my figure is no longer girlish, but I still feel passion in my loins and could satisfy a man just as well as a young woman, with the added advantage that I would cook you a tasty meal afterwards.”

He laughed, but the humor did not spread to his eyes.

Snatched is due for publication on September 9, and here is the cover. The book is in fact a rewrite of a novella of 17,000 words I published over two years ago. At the suggestion of my publishers I have re-wrtten it and extended it to 43,000 words. It is a little darker than my previous book, and contains scenes that some people might not feel comfortable with. I won’t be offended if people drop out along the way.

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