The Future

Hey, everyone. It’s really sad to have to make this post, but it’s also kind of a relief to be off the fence: I’m ‘retiring’ as an author, possibly for good, although I really hope not.

Most of my Facebooking readers and author friends will probably have seen me posting about not being able to write because of my health over the past couple of years. I have what’s usually referred to as ME/CFS – myalgic encephalomyelitis/chronic fatigue syndrome – which has no effective treatments and no cure at the moment. It’s not a disease that kills, but it is a life sentence for the majority of people who have it, even if it’s not a death sentence. It might not affect me this severely forever, but for now it seems likely that it will, and so my writing career has ground to a halt.

My books are still available for sale, and that won’t change, so if you want to read a certain one but haven’t gotten around to it yet, you’ll still be able to do that.

To the readers, authors and friends who have supported me, critiqued me, promoted me, made me laugh and made me think over the past seven years – thank you so very much. I appreciate you so much more than I’ve shown. And I’m sorry I’m not able to continue writing any of the books I’ve been sharing WIP excerpts from.

Maybe one day I’ll come bursting back onto the BDSM romance scene with ten completed novels ready to publish – but if not, please know that you guys made my dream career possible, even if it was only for a little while. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Amy Valenti – July 2017


If anyone wants to keep in touch, my email address is: amy (at) amyvalenti (dot) com for as long as you can see this website – I don’t tend to check comments on blog posts, nor do I get email notifications for them, so a comment here likely will go unread for months or years. x

Aurelia T. Evans on Villain Love

Once again, a warm welcome to Aurelia T. Evans, who’s here to talk about sexy villains this time! 😉 Check out her new book, Fortune – you won’t regret it.

Loving the Villain

I’ve been partial to villains for most of my life, discovering my affinity first for Disney villains. The obsession only grows richer and more mature as I get older.

Of course, villains in real life suck. They’re not nearly as juicy or attractive as the movies make them seem, played by magnetic and attractive actors and actresses brimming with sexual heat, seductive with voices like velvet. I’m a very aural person. Tell me Jeremy Irons purring through Scar’s lines in The Lion King doesn’t do it for you. Or Gary Oldman accessing his deeper register for Dracula in soft-core erotic Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

It doesn’t hurt that most villains are unconventional people, typed as characters who deviate from established norms. (Take the Disney villain, who is most often a deviation from sexual and gender norms.) They also tend to be INTJs, so I can relate. Don’t worry, I’m occasionally Snapish, but I’m not villainous by nature—quite the opposite. I’m way too empathetic.

There’s a freedom to fictional villainy, though. A freedom to casting aside the chains of conventionality or caring what the rest of the world thinks of you. A freedom to living within your own set of rules instead of being a hypocrite pretending to follow the ones pounded into you since birth. Villains appeal to the frustrated nihilist in me. Living within them through the fictional worlds in which I immerse myself makes up for the meekness and obedience in which I engage in the rest of my life.

The thing about villains, though, is that they’re fun for protagonists to take a vacation from reality with, but in erotic romance, their love burns hot, fierce, and unfortunately fast before it becomes too hot to handle—love transformed into something hard, cruel, perhaps obsessive lust—what was called “love’s dark pretender” in Orton’s musical version of Dracula. The villain is always vanquished, and to the hero or heroine goes the spoils.

But don’t villains ever get the love?

There’s room for that in dark erotica, sure, but what about erotic romance? Can the villain ever get the girl for a happily ever after or happily for now without compromising his villainy, the things that make him (or her) so fucking attractive to begin with? Is there a single villain dating site out there somewhere? (There’s probably a black comedy in that somewhere.)

I’ve courted erotic horror romance before. The Sanctuary trilogy had Grant in Winter Howl and Abraham in Cry Wolf. Red Queen, Gravedigger, and the Bloodbound serial all feature vampires who don’t flinch from their man-drinking natures.

But on the spectrum of good and evil, I think the demonic circus Arcanium is the closest I’ve gotten so far to giving evil people the love they’ve been lacking for so long. I don’t know whether I’d call Bell Madoc, the devious jinni who runs Arcanium, pure evil. Like I said, it’s more of a spectrum. But by human standards, Bell Madoc is definitely a darker shade of charcoal gray.

One of the things I love about a lot of villains is how gleeful they are, how little they apologize for themselves—and, as Jekyll said of Hyde, how wonderful they love their life. This isn’t, of course, true of all villains. Some are the moody, brooding, tortured sort, and I like them too. But you can’t knock someone who lives their life—immortal or not—to the fullest, someone who knows who and what he is and doesn’t flinch.

It’s been a running theme in my stories that nonhuman creatures exist according to their own morality code and shouldn’t be judged by human standards. What use have jinn or demons for human ethics? What use have vampires or werewolves for veganism? I usually make it so that they have to follow a different set of rules entirely. Whether my readers accept this or see it as rationalizing is up to them—I just write the code, I don’t determine if it’s legit.

Bell—fortune teller and illusionist of Arcanium and ancient, immortal, wish-granting jinni—has a code. He can go as cruel as he wants when granting wishes he’s bound to grant. But he’s fiercely protective of Arcanium, and the only ones allowed to hurt his cast are him—only through the granting of the wishes, and only if he’s furious enough at you to twist your wishes so much—and the Ringmaster in the act of exacting punishment. The Ringmaster is a whole other matter, the darkest demon in Arcanium and an unrepentant sadist (in the good and bad ways). He gets his story in book four, the aptly titled Ringmaster.

But Bell’s the one with the twisted imagination and far freer rein. He hasn’t created Arcanium to make a hell on earth, but purgatory is sometimes bad enough. The tension between the multiple facets of Bell, dark and kind, cruel and protective, passionate in his fury and in his love, make up not just Fortune—the first book of the Arcanium series and the one that details his relationship with Maya, the newest addition to Arcanium—but every book in Arcanium. He’s the director of this stage, the puppeteer of all the strings, the benevolent dictator and captor, and his inescapable influence permeates every inch of Arcanium.

He loves as strongly as he hates, and in Fortune, he’s set his sights on Maya. See if you could resist him in the excerpt below.

Welcome, friends, to this darkest of dances, to the cult of villain love that I think you’ll enjoy as much as I do. Welcome to wonder and amazement, to fear and corruption, to horror and romance mated in an intriguing oddity as lovely and fearsome as any Arcanium demon.

Welcome to Arcanium.

More About Fortune

fortune_800 (2)He’s the reason to be careful what you wish for.

After her jealous boyfriend makes an angry, careless wish, Maya DeLuca finds herself trapped in a traveling demonic circus and at the mercy of a devious jinni, Bell Madoc. She joins the other lost souls of Arcanium who suffer in perpetual purgatory under the weight of their wishes, all making the best of a cursed situation.

But Maya’s not even cursed because of her own wish, which means she still has three for Bell to grant.

He may be fond of her—the passion they share is as hellfire hot as it is wrong—but that doesn’t mean she’s safe from his endlessly inventive, wicked imagination. He might twist her wishes at his whim for his own pleasure. Or he might just give her what she wants…which could be even worse.


Somehow the narrow space between them had grown nonexistent. Although he’d just been enjoying an after-hours delight with his woman, the bulge of his erection nudged her stomach, hot as coals. Yet her hips canted against it, drawn to him as though his body were a spindle and she the yarn.

She slid her hands down to his chest again, spreading her fingers to cover as much of him as she could.

“What are you doing to me?” Maya whispered.

“I’m not,” Bell said. He lowered his lips to her shoulder, but then stopped himself, raising his head again, as breathless as she. “I told you, Sasha and Mikhail…after they’ve fed…and we were so close to them. And you… We already…”

This was the first time Maya had seen him almost at a loss for words.

“So the demons are doing this,” Maya murmured.

She inhaled the scent of him. His fortune teller incense had permeated his clothes, his hair, his skin. Her lips parted as though to taste the smell, and she found herself with her mouth against his chest. Not quite a kiss, but far from innocent or chaste or completely out of her control. She could pretend to herself that the action was involuntary, but she couldn’t deny how much she wanted to kiss him, to lick and taste the flesh beneath her lips.

“They intensify what you already desire,” Bell said. He crooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face to his. She watched his lips as they formed his words. “You desire me, Maya. You want me to have you, whether you think you should or not.”

“I don’t,” Maya said, but he gently drew her closer and closer, and she raised herself on her toes, gasping for breath as she begged herself to resist, to listen to her common sense. Common sense in a world untouched by all things common. She should have known better. “I won’t.”

“I desire you,” Bell confessed in a husky whisper that melted down her spine. He tilted his head and pressed his lips lightly on her cheek, lower on her jaw, just underneath, his kisses like moth wings. “I have desired you since the moment we met and I saw that you would be one of mine, part of my Arcanium. If you only knew how difficult it has been to keep you so near and not touch you like this.”

Until now. But Maya couldn’t bring herself to push him away or tell him to stop. She thought if she tried, she would only pull him even closer and beg him to continue. Whatever pall the incubus and succubus had cast over the circus, it had stripped away the lies and recriminations she’d heaped upon herself to stay away from him.

In spite of the immodest costumes, Maya thought they were far too overdressed.

“Then why haven’t you?” Maya asked. “Aren’t I bound to you? Doesn’t the wish mean I have to learn that not everything is about me? Seems like the perfect wish for creating a slave and making me do everything you say. It’s what I expected. It’s not what I wanted, but it’s what I expected.”

His hand on her neck tightened, and he almost kissed her lips. He came within a hair’s breadth, but he pulled her away from him, groaning. She curled her fingers into his shoulder, trapped between relief and regret.

“That’s not something we do here,” he said. “But I would be lying if I said I was never tempted by that wish.”

“So murder is okay, but rape’s too much?” Maya asked.

“I fulfill the wishes and the Ringmaster deals the punishments, but those are the only torments and tortures allowed in Arcanium. The rest of the time, my people are to remain untouched and unhurt against their will,” Bell said.

“Why?” Maya asked.

“Because that is how I wish it,” Bell replied.

“I thought your wishes don’t have power.”

“No. But I do,” he said. He swept an arm around her waist and brought them more tightly together. There was no way for her to deny his arousal—and no way for her to deny her own. “Is it your wish that I take you, Maya?”

She shook her head and bit her lip to keep herself from saying yes, although her hips rubbed subtly against his erection, acting independently of her will. Her mind was no longer steering this ship—if she wasn’t willing to speak her wishes aloud, her body intended to make them known. She slid her hands down his chest to his abdomen, pausing at the darker trail of hair that led into his loose trousers. It would be so easy to follow that path. Her fingers twitched.

“Good girl,” he said. He released her hips to cradle her face in his palms and advanced. She backed away to keep her balance.

It felt like a dance, a tango without the prudishness. Maya had never experienced this kind of need, as though she would explode if he didn’t kiss her in the next fifteen seconds, burst into flame and burn down to ash if he stopped touching her. She’d never known such intense lust actually existed.

“Do you want me to take you?”

“No,” she said, clutching his forearms, her legs aligned with his as he guided her toward one of the oddity’s tents.

When her back hit a wooden tent pole, he ceased his insistent push. His hands hovered over her shoulders, down her arms. His gaze crawled over her, over all the places her body wanted him to lavish her with every ounce of his inhuman intensity. But he didn’t. Evil as he was, the man had a code—a twisted, arbitrary code, but a code nonetheless.

“Beg me to take you anyway.”


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Aurelia T. Evans is an up-and-coming erotica author with a penchant for horror and the supernatural.

She’s the twisted mind behind the were/shifter Sanctuary trilogy, demonic circus series Arcanium, and spiritual gothic urban fantasy series Meridian (publication TBD). She’s also had short stories featured in various erotic anthologies.

Aurelia presently lives in Dallas, Texas (although she doesn’t ride horses or wear hats). She loves cats and enjoys baking as much as she dislikes cooking. She’s a walker, not a runner, and she writes outside as often as possible.

Guest Post: Jennifer Denys’ BDSM Weekend

Today I’m pleased to welcome the fantastic Jennifer Denys to my blog to talk about her new release, BDSM Weekend. Welcome, Jennifer!

BDSM Weekend

Why set your story in an English country manor?

*laugh* Do you realise how many double entendres you can get from an English stately homes? In my story a riding crop is used in the stables – but not on the horses! A private tutorial is undertaken in the ‘Master’s Study’. A swing in the garden is part of a group activity – but there are no children in sight. And a fabulous ball takes place in the ballroom – with the emphasis on a different type of ‘balls’, to name but a few.

Are you going to do more stories set in Lindsey Park Manor?

Oh yes, as there is a secondary story that is going to ‘arc’ throughout the rest of the series – but I can’t say any more as it relates to a surprise discovery by the main characters in the first book.

Is it a real stately home?

Nope, just based on every one I’ve ever visited (and I watched Downton Abbey VERY closely in the last series!). But it is set in Lincolnshire and called Lindsey Park Manor after the districts of East and West Lindsey in that county. I looked at a map and found a nice big common/forested area in one of those areas and used that as the grounds for the estate.

There’s a map in the front of the book – tell me about it.

I drew it to help me when I was writing the story – and had great fun thinking about what buildings there were likely to be around a manorial estate. When Luminosity Publishing accepted my story, I asked if it was possible to include the map in the book to enhance the story and help the reader as the characters made their way around the estate. I was delighted when they said yes – and they did a wonderful job with my original drawing.

Are there any manors in England that put on BDSM events?

*sigh* If only! If anyone is aware of any – let me know!!

Is this your first story set in England?

No – the first book in this series ‘Kink After Dinner’ was written as a short taster story for this series (Manor of Decadence) and, although it isn’t set in the Manor, it has several references to what takes place there.

What else have you got planned for future stories at Lindsey Park Manor?

Hanging from the laundry racks, role play in the servants’ quarters, feather play in the aviary, bondage from a four poster bed, spanking over a sawhorse in the carpenter’s workshop… oh, were you asking about the plot?

*wink* you’ll have to wait and see!


A weekend of BDSM activities for beginners. That was what James Shaw had booked at Lindsey Park Manor. He was now anxious about telling his wife, Caroline. In the past, they had tried out various implements at home, and were keen to take it further—even considering joining a ‘swingers’ site—but it was quite daunting doing anything with others! And then a shock awaits them on arrival in the form of James’ best friend.

As they progress through the various events—cropping in the stables, fellatio in the ballroom, and an unusual fox hunt—they have to deal with animosity, jealousy and the dropping of inhibitions, as all of them grow in their knowledge of a lifestyle which is exciting, yet challenging.

Just as the dynamics of their threesome change considerably, a further surprise awaits them at the end of the weekend.


BDSM Weekend 2“Hey man,” called James. “You’re not going, are you? I wondered if you and Caroline fancied having some action.”

Mark’s jaw dropped. He was thoroughly shocked. It took a few seconds before he could speak. “You’re kidding me?”

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay. Caroline and I discussed it earlier before the treasure hunt and decided to suggest it if we saw you, as it’s something we had considered doing with others. It’s clear you want Caroline, but might be too afraid to say, and as this weekend is about trying out new things, we thought we’d ask you,” explained James as he relaxed in his chair, stroking Caroline’s thighs. “The only stipulation is no penetration.”

“And Caroline agrees, too?” Mark’s voice was very wobbly.

She shrugged and grinned. “I’m game if you are.”

“Get your clothes off, Caro,” demanded James, pushing her off his lap.

Jumping up, she quickly undressed. Mark continued to stand there flummoxed.

“Come on, or are you scared?” Caroline moved onto the bed, lounging in a provocative pose, stroking her naked breasts.

Hell no! “Well, if you two are okay.”

Climbing onto the bed a little tentatively, Mark felt like he had been set up and they were about to jump up crying out, “April Fool.”

“Err. What shall we do?”

He looked over at James. It seemed natural to ask his advice.

“Well, since she is nude, why not suck her clit? Do that and you are on her Christmas list for life.”

Does that mean Caroline has done this before?

His friend chuckled. “Mark, your face is so expressive. No, this is our first time doing it with anyone else—at least, since we met. I just know how much she loves it. She’s as nervous as you are. It’s just that Caroline is a very good actress.”


He looked at Caroline. Her cheeks were a little flushed, either from the champagne, or because she was embarrassed, he wasn’t sure which.

“Don’t take too long, mister, or we’ll ask someone else!” She settled on the bed, opening her legs wide. If she was uncertain, she sure didn’t show it. Moving in between them, Mark stared at her gorgeous pink pussy.

Shit. I’m about to give Caroline cunnilingus!

As he hesitated she made a sound and he lifted his head wondering if she was about to tell him to go. Instead, she grabbed his hair to pull him down to her.

James demanded. “Get on with it, bro, or she’ll turn on you! Just be gentle, she had a pounding earlier today.”


He went back to the lovely pussy lips beneath him with some trepidation.

Neither of them seemed to have any problems. No one raised any concerns or protested. The only issue now was him. It was a far different proposition to steamily kissing her lips to kissing her other lips!

You’ve done this to countless other women. Caroline is no different.

Taking a deep breath, he settled down, leaning over her right leg.

“Caro, widen your legs some more, I want to see this action,” requested James from his chair.

She lifted her head and growled at her husband, startling Mark. “You bloody widen them. They are aching too much from this afternoon in the boathouse, and then running around the estate.”

“Shall I go?” Mark asked solicitously.

It was his turn to get Caroline’s full glare.

James thumped him on the back, making him jump up from the bed.

“No, you idiot. I didn’t mean you to get up. Just move over,” James requested. “Once I’ve given her a spank for her attitude, I’m going to hold her legs apart. Caro, shift around the other way.”

Mark watched as Caroline moved to lie horizontally across the bed and James stood at her head pulling his wife’s knees so they bent back to her stomach. He saw that it was easier for him that way as he could kneel at his side of the bed.

As Mark started to dip his head again, James cried out, “Hang on a moment.” After giving his wife her due punishment, James then tipped his drink until the liquid ran onto Caroline’s pussy.

“Ahh! It’s cold.”

“Stop being a pussy and open that pussy, my girl.” James laughed at his joke and lifted his glass, drinking the remainder.

Mark moved back in and ran a finger along Caroline’s glistening labia, and then raised it. Sniffing it like a connoisseur first before tasting it. “Very nice. I can taste earthiness, with a hint of lime, juniper and sex. I think I’ll go back for seconds.”

James chuckled, while Caroline demanded, “Well, get on with it then!”

“Give her another slap if you wish, Mark, she has been entirely too mouthy this evening,” declared James.

He raised his eyebrows and did as his friend suggest, eliciting an “Ow” from the woman beneath them.

“Serves you right, sweetheart. Lie back and think of England,” directed the man standing at the side.

Mark laughed as he dipped his chin and lapped at her pink lips.

When he starting nibbling her, she jerked. “Don’t do that!” he yelled in panic. “I might bite you by accident.”

“Keep still, Caro,” demanded James gruffly as he put his drink down to hold her legs back out of Mark’s way.

Her answer was to groan in frustration.

Moving in again, Mark was a little hesitant.

“Use your mouth, not your teeth,” was the suggestion from his friend. Actually, it was more of an order. James had somehow become more dominant since they arrived.

Good advice. He didn’t want to hurt Caroline, so Mark nudged in until he could locate her clit, sucking deeply.

The noise he made sucking always amused him, but Caroline’s cry as she pressed upward drowned it out. “Oh God.”

“Is that good, Caro?” asked James in a mocking tone, seeming to enjoy the show from above them.


Grinning broadly, Mark raised his head.

She responded immediately. “Nooo!”

“Don’t be impatient. I have other things to do while I’m down here.”

Pressing her thighs even further apart so he could see more clearly, Mark played with her pussy entrance, opening it between a thumb and forefinger of one hand as he inserted the index finger of the other. Pushing in, he turned his hand so he could rub the inside of her vaginal wall, knowing this was often a sensitive spot for many women.

He wasn’t expecting her to jerk upwards violently with a yell. He glanced upward at James wondering if he had done something wrong.

James chuckled. “Yep. You got the right place.”


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Author Bio

Jennifer is a bestselling author in various genre (BDSM, contemporary, sci-fi, paranormal, with historical and fantasy in her works in progress) with several different publishers.

An Englishwoman through and through, she lives in a beautiful historical city and is game to try most things once. She’s had a tattoo done on her calf, flew down zip wires 100 feet up in the trees, and was photographed nude by a professional photographer. All of which have taken place since she turned 50!

Many of her experiences end up in her books… but you will have to read them to find out what!

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Guest Blog: A Brand Spanking New Boxed Set with Ashe Barker

I’m happy to welcome the fabulous Ashe Barker today – it seems she has a thing for spanking and castles. 😉 Over to you, Ashe!


conqueredbrides_fullHi Amy, and thank you so much for inviting me over here today to chat about my latest release. This time I’m in brilliant company because my story, The Widow Is Mine, is part of a medieval spanking box set. The Conquered Brides Collection features stories by five erotic and spanking authors – Renee Rose, Dinah McLeod, Sue Lyndon, Korey Mae Johnson, and myself.

The action starts in central Europe, in the Middle Ages. The castle of Hohenzollern falls to an enemy army and the defeated Queen is forced to surrender. However she does so on condition that any women taken by force from the fallen castle be taken as wives. The collection follows the fortunes of five reluctant brides, and the stern knights who are determined to assert their authority, on their brides’ bare bottoms if need be. If you love the whole abduction/seduction scenario, this one’s for you.

I was invited to join the collection last summer, and I was delighted. It was a dream come true in one sense, my guilty pleasure come to life. I’ve always been a sucker for a conquering, stern lord with a soft centre. Throw in the feisty maiden and a dose of erotic spanking and I’m in my element. And to be snuggled up with a bunch of writers I admire, and whose stories I love, just put the icing on the cake for me.

Being a Brit, and a Brit who loves history, I wasn’t short of inspiration. The countryside in the UK is littered with ruined castles, and I bet I’ve been to most of them over the years. I can’t drive past a pile of crumbling stones, as my family would describe my passion, without stopping off for a poke around. Still, they’ve learned to tolerate it and both my husband and daughter have cultivated a liking for gift shops and tea rooms. I always know where to find them.

Not all castles are in ruins. This is one of my favourites, Warwick Castle, originally built by William the Conqueror in 1068 but added to over the centuries. These days it’s a major tourist attraction, but they still do the medieval jousting thing. And they serve a glorious cream tea.

I doubt Stefan, Duke of Richtenholst would have countenanced such frivolity, which sort of brings me to a question which is often on my mind as I poke around some wind-swept battlement and gaze across the miles of English countryside which these place were constructed to protect in a bye-gone age. What would their original inhabitants make of us now? Would they approve of the historical re-enactments, the excavations, the reconstructions? I like to think they would. They were practical folk back then, survival was everything.

And a great many castles have survived. Warwick Castle is as secure now as it was when the first stones were laid a thousand years ago. Quite some achievement.

Here’s the blurb …

When the castle they called home is besieged and ultimately falls, five women are captured and carried off as wives by their foes. Will they be treated as no more than the spoils of war, or can their new lords prove themselves worthy of the love and submission of their conquered brides?

The Conquered Brides is a five-book collection featuring brand-new titles from five top erotic romance authors. This collection includes:

Commanding the Princess, by Korey Mae Johnson
As the ruler of Hohenzollern Castle in name only, Susanna has watched helplessly for years as her power-hungry uncle made one enemy after another for her. One enemy stands out, and the moment she catches sight of him, Princess Susanna is certain that it will be Gerhard of Bavaria who brings her world down around her. As his army smashes through her gates, Susanna makes the only choice she has left. She surrenders herself to Gerhard, hoping to win mercy for her people, though she fears it will come at the cost of her life. But she soon learns that Gerhard has other plans for her, plans which may end with her surrendering much more than just her castle to him.

The Knight’s Seduction, by Renee Rose
Avowed to never again yield to a man’s ill-treatment, Lady Daisy stands ready to fight to the death when her castle is sacked. The imposing knight Sir Barrett has other ideas, however, and to her dismay, Daisy soon finds herself not only disarmed, but soundly spanked as well. Sir Barrett takes her as his captive bride, but when she shows real terror at the prospect of consummating their marriage, he offers her a bargain. She will offer her body to him and accept the pleasurable torments he inflicts, but he will not claim her fully until she aches for it so badly she begs him. Certain she will do no such thing, Daisy agrees, but can she resist the knight’s seduction?

The Widow Is Mine
, by Ashe Barker
Since her husband’s untimely passing, Lady Natalia has resigned herself to a quiet life as a young widow and perhaps one day as a nun. But when her adopted home is conquered by the enemy, her world is turned upside down. After he rescues her from the chaos of Hohenzollern’s fall, Duke Stefan of Richtenholst cannot imagine allowing Natalia to languish behind the walls of a convent. The duke takes Natalia home as his wife, and he quickly proves himself ready to compel her obedience when it is necessary, but can he ever truly make her his own?

Conquering Lady Claire, by Sue Lyndon
As Hohenzollern Castle falls, mayhem unfolds around Lady Claire, and her only aim is to lead as many women and children of the castle to safety as possible. In an odd turn of fortune, her courageous efforts ultimately lead to her capture by none other than Lord Galien of Minrova, the very man that her brother, a powerful duke, recently commanded to find her and claim her as his wife. Claire’s defiance is quickly overcome by means of a firm hand applied to her bare bottom, but Galien is not content merely going through the motions of a political marriage. His skilled lovemaking soon leaves his new bride begging for more, but can he conquer her heart as well?

Kidnapped and Claimed, by Dinah McLeod
When her husband’s repeated infidelities and drunken insults become too much to bear, Lady Cecily flees to her childhood home at Hohenzollern, but things quickly go from bad to worse and she is kidnapped from the castle stables only moments after her arrival. Cecily ignores her abductor’s warnings of ruin about to befall Hohenzollern and his claim that he took her from the castle only to keep her safe. She resists him every step of the way, until at last he spanks her long and hard. Despite his firm chastisement, it soon becomes clear to Cecily that her captor cares for her in a way her husband never did. But can she forgive him for stealing her from her home?

And here’s an excerpt …

Warwick CastleI know by the sound of chains clanking and metal grating that the gate has been lowered, allowing them to enter unimpeded. I turn to view the scene within the castle walls now. I am mesmerised, frozen in place as I watch our people flee in terror from the advancing army.

A movement catches my eye, in the turret on the opposite corner of the bailey. As I watch, an arrow is loosed from the narrow window to score a direct hit in the breastplate of a burly knight in the melee below. Too little, too late I fear. The knight appears unharmed, but even so by his scowl and angry shout I judge him to be less than best pleased by this assault. He heads for the entrance to the turret and I fear that last, lone archer may not survive this day either.

It’s all over. I can do no more. I am sorely tempted to curl up and hide where I am, in the hope that I can remain unnoticed. Even as that forlorn thought flutters through my head, one of the imperial guardsmen looks up and catches sight of me. He grins, a toothless leer, and nudges the ruffian beside him. I back away from the edge as they laugh and point at me. One of them makes an obscene gesture with his hand, confirmation if it were needed of what they plan for me. My courage deserts me; I turn and flee along the battlements.

I reach the first flight of stairs and hesitate. Whether to run down into the mayhem that is unfolding and hope to lose myself there, or seek to scramble back inside the keep and perhaps find a place to hide. That second option evaporates as the door from the castle bursts open and men start to pour through. Cornered, I choose the stairs. Perhaps even now I can elude the worst of this.

The two guardsmen are waiting for me at the bottom. One of them grabs me by the arm and slams me face-first against the hard stone wall.

“I saw ‘er first. You can ‘ave what’s left when I’m done.” His companion seems intent upon staking his claim.

“Bollocks. I caught ‘er. She’s mine an’ ye can wait yer turn.” A meaty hand seizes the back of my neck, the grip vicious. The soldier squeezes and I go still, rigid with fear.

“Maybe we could fuck ‘er together, ye can have the front an’ I’ll take the back. I like a nice bit of arse.”

The two soldiers discuss their vile intentions as though I was unable to hear them, as though I was just a piece of insensible meat. I do not doubt that is all I am to them. My face is flattened against the cold stone but I scream, my throat burning with the effort. My cries for help are drowned in the din all around me. Who would come to my aid in any case? I struggle as best I can but, despite desperation lending me a strength I did not know I possess, I am unable to break free of the vise-like grip on my arm or neck. Fighting by pure instinct alone I use all weapons at my disposal, though they do not amount to much. My feet, my head, my elbows. With an angry growl the ruffian spins me around and I succeed only in earning myself a vicious backhand across my face. I slam into the wall behind me before crumpling to the earth at my feet. I curl into a foetal position, waiting for the inevitable.

“What the fuck is this? Did you not hear your orders regarding the treatment of women in the castle? Mayhap I should have you nailed by your dicks to yonder door. Would that improve your hearing, I wonder?”

The harsh, stern voice rings across the bailey. Maybe rescue is at hand after all, though I don’t dare raise my eyes to look. Heavy footfalls draw near, several men by the sound of it. There is shuffling as my assailants seek to back off, to slink away.

“Find some stocks for these vermin. I’ll deal with them later.” There are sounds of a scuffle, plaintive wailing as the men who would have raped me are dragged away. A few seconds pass, then, “Get up, my lady.” The same voice, perhaps a little gentler now but still a tone that resonates with authority.

Even so, I prefer not to obey. I remain where I am.

“Can you hear me? I said, get to your feet. Now.”

I shake my head and tighten the grip of my arms around my knees. My protector has done his Christian duty, now surely he’ll have other matters to attend to. Surely he’ll move on and leave me alone. I open my eyes a crack to behold two solid feet encased in iron-plated boots, topped by muscular legs clad in fine quality leather breeches. I do not raise my eyes any further than his knees.

“My lady, look at me.” It seems he is not in any undue hurry to be off. A hand in my hair draws my head back, tipping up my chin. He’s not rough exactly, but his touch is firm. I do not resist.

“Open your eyes.”

The tone has gentled still further. I begin to think this man may not mean me harm. If he simply intended to claim me for himself by right of rank he would have no need to talk to me, much less to reassure. I hold my breath as I lift my eyelids and look at him.

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Author Bio:

I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. I still love reading, the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research.

I tend to draw on my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

When not writing – which is not very often these days – my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises. And a very grumpy cockatiel.

All my books feature BDSM or spanking. I write explicit stories, always hot, but they offer far more than just sizzling sex. I like to read about complex characters, and compelling plots, so that’s what I write too. Strong, demanding alpha males are a given, often paired with women who have a lot to learn.

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Guest Post – Succumbing to the Tropes with Aurelia T. Evans

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Everything in fiction is a trope. Everything. We’ve got the formulas mapped out to a science. Just like we have a scant twenty-six letters in the alphabet to work with (unless you borrow a few from other languages), there are only so many plots, arcs, archetypes, and character traits.

When it comes to the choice of combinations, however…the sky’s the limit.

There are some common fiction tropes that I promised myself I would never use, either because they’re overused in my genre and I can’t stand them anymore or because the usage of them feels too easy and cheap. Or I just don’t like them because they don’t connect with my interests.

This is, of course, a personal opinion. Many of these tropes are common because other people like them so much. And I’m well within my prerogative to choose the tropes I prefer and avoid the ones that aren’t right for me. I’m pretty sure some of the ones I use on a regular basis drive other people up the wall too. The main love interest selecting a girl out of a group of choices (and often the choice is made for atypical reasons), multiple partners, fluid sexuality, age disparity, extreme power imbalance and fighting for dominance in spite of it, apocalypses, gothic melodramatics…I can’t get enough of them.

But there are other tropes that I told myself never to touch, the ones I’m not crazy about in most other people’s stories (not all—some people manage to overcome my inherent dislike if they do it right). It’s a good thing I have an appetite for words, because I’ve had to eat quite a few of them.

I promised myself I would never get any of my characters pregnant. In the third Sanctuary novel (WIP), Britt wants a baby.

I promised myself I wouldn’t do any of that ‘all-powerful’ crap. In the second Sanctuary novel, Kelly’s pretty darn powerful—albeit beyond her ability to completely control it. And the demonic circus owner, Bell, in the Arcanium novels (coming out in April) might as well be omnipotent, though he gives himself limitations because it makes things more interesting for him.

I promised myself after writing Wolf Girl (which will be coming out at the end of the year) that I wouldn’t write another main character with memory loss.

Then I had a vision of a scarily skinny, bruised woman in white clothes, stained with blood, no clue whose or how it got there. And from that vision, Bloodbound was born.

Go figure.

There is a certain amount of attraction to this trope. It’s an easy form of wiping the character slate clean, creating the Ignorant who needs to be introduced to whatever world she finds herself in, the excuse for explanations. But it’s not as easy as it looks.

The hardest part of dealing with memory loss is walking the line between how much of your character’s traits are learned or innate. In the case of Wolf Girl, that slate was truly wiped clean, little more than cloudy residue of memory and personality left behind. The main character becomes an essentially different person.

In Bloodbound, Julia is introduced at the start of her fugue state. It can take days, months, or years to bounce back from a fugue state, but the old memories aren’t truly lost. They aren’t damaged from physical trauma, although they can manifest from psychological trauma—in that way, it’s kind of like dissociative identity disorder, fracturing intended to protect the prime personality.

At the start of Bloodbound, we’re introduced to a woman who doesn’t even know her own name and has to depend on a receipt to know what to call herself, since she doesn’t have any other form of ID. In that way, she was lucky. Not everyone who experiences fugue state figures out who they are after they wander away, lost in more ways than one.

Bits and pieces of the puzzle, each more disturbing than the last, begin to emerge. There are hints that this fugue state isn’t a persistent one—old habits die hard and burst out at bewildering times, reactions that she doesn’t understand. Her mind won’t protect itself forever—mainly because she doesn’t need protecting forever. Just long enough.

Did I say that the hardest part is walking the memory line? No, the hardest part is the pronouns, especially when there’s another woman hanging around with your main character, and neither of them know each other’s name.

Tired trope or not, it was a challenge, and one that I enjoyed and that felt right to me at the time. I hope it feels right to my readers as well. If you’d like to give it a try, Blood Lost, the first book in the Bloodbound serial, will be completely free when it comes out February 14. Valentine’s Day. A coincidence, I assure you. And each subsequent book will be released every two weeks, concluding mid-April.

I don’t think I’ll write another story about a main character with memory loss.



Blurb for Blood Lost (Bloodbound Book 1)

BloodBound_TitleAuthoronlyBloodstains on her clothing and bloodlust between the sheets, she’s never been more lost…and that’s why he chooses her.

As if wandering the streets in bloody clothes after losing her memory isn’t bad enough, Julia’s been kidnapped by vampires and presented to Nathan, high priest of Dominion.

Nathan’s not interested in a bleeder, perfectly content with fellow priest Lucas as his companion, lover, and willing servant. However, when Lucas offers her to him, Julia’s endearing confusion and lack of fear intrigue him.

With nowhere else to go without her memories, Julia accepts his proposition and embarks on a sensual but deadly journey into the world of Dominion and its arrogant, esoteric elite…as well as the darkness of her own desires and the mystery of her past.


Bloodbound Release Schedule

Blood Lost (Book 1) – February 14 (FREE!)

Bleeder’s Ball (Book 2) – February 28

Blood Pool (Book 3) – March 14

Blood on the Moon (Book 4) – March 28

Bleeding Heart (Book 5) – April 11

Bloodbound, the Complete Serial Novel – May 9


Excerpt from Blood Lost (Bloodbound Book 1)

Julia tightened her grip on his shoulders as he maneuvered her to the edge of the bed. She stiffened her legs when they pressed against the drawn sheets.

“Now is not the time for fear, my broken angel,” Nathan said.

“I’m not afraid.” She just wasn’t ready, didn’t know enough of what to expect, didn’t know what was to come. The future was as empty to her as the past.

“After you taste my blood and as I taste yours, the rest will fall into place,” Nathan said. Against her hips, claws dented and pricked the flesh. “Our lack of clothing will make sense to you then. You won’t be afraid anymore.”

“I’m not afraid.” Julia didn’t know why he kept saying that.

“Show me.” Nathan took a short step back and brought his hands between them, exposing a beautiful, vein-tinged wrist. With his eyes fixed upon hers, he drew one claw in a shallow cut across the vein threads. The blood rose red, stark against the pale flesh, dimensional across the exquisite plain, but threatening to drip down the terrain of his palm. “Drink. When you do, you promise yourself to me. You can never turn back. You are mine. Drink.”

Julia took his forearm to guide the bleeding wrist to just short of her lips. Then she lowered her head and closed her mouth over the wound, running her tongue along the line to drink.

Nathan released a groan like a sigh, but Julia barely noticed. The second she swallowed, she understood why he’d told her the rest would handle itself. She also understood why they were naked.

Julia latched onto his wrist, sucking the blood out to coat her tongue with its indescribable taste, savory yet sweet yet heady all at once. The lust that had been a mild distraction before—her body’s whisper among the more pressing turmoil in her mind—suddenly flared up within her like a fireplace with too much kindling. She twisted her mouth over him to coax more blood out, biting when it couldn’t go down her throat fast enough.

Fingers fisted in her hair and yanked her away from his wrist. Unbeknownst to her while in the thrall of his blood, he had reclined against the pillows on the bed, and she had straddled him again, her clit pressed against the base of his cock. With her access to his blood denied, she was gasping and whimpering like a hungry dog, his blood dripping down her chin, her cunt desperate, trapped on the keen edge of orgasm.

Nathan laughed at her, at her desperation, at her need. He encircled her waist with his bloody arm and, still firmly grasping her hair with his fist, he leaned in and licked the blood before it could slide down her neck. He followed it to her mouth, where he gave her something else to consume, something else to lose herself in, because she suddenly wanted nothing more than his mouth where it was—tasting his blood on her tongue.



Aurelia T. Evans is an up-and-coming erotica author with a penchant for horror and the supernatural.

She’s the twisted mind behind the werewolf/shifter Sanctuary trilogy, demonic circus series Arcanium (publication starts April 2015), and spiritual gothic/urban fantasy series Meridian (publication TBD). She’s also had short stories featured in various erotic anthologies.

Aurelia presently lives in Dallas, Texas (although she doesn’t ride horses or wear hats). She loves cats and enjoys baking as much as she dislikes cooking. She’s a walker, not a runner, and she writes outside as often as possible.



Bloodbound serial novel page ~ Amazon Author Page ~ Blog ~ Facebook

Not Your Damn Submissive/Dom About to Hit KU – Last Chance for Nook/Kobo/iTunes Readers!

Not Your Damn Dom New AReFrom January 1st until at least March 1st, the Denial series (Not Your Damn Submissive and Not Your Damn Dom, plus Denial 2.5,  These Damn Suspicions) will be going into Kindle Unlimited. I thought it’d be a good idea to let non-Kindle readers know now, just in case there are people who want to pick up their copies before the epub and pdf versions are no longer available.

You can find all the links to Not Your Damn Submissive here, and Not Your Damn Dom here. These Damn Suspicions was a December mailing list free exclusive, so if you missed out, KU is your only option for a while.

For those wondering, Not Your Damn Toy will be available for a couple of weeks everywhere before hitting KU, but I don’t even have a firm release date for that yet. Watch this space!

NYDT Potential Covers

Complex Triggers Update

Those of you who pre-ordered Complex Triggers (Club Rack and Ruin 3) might notice that your pre-orders have been cancelled. I’m so very sorry about that.

Why have they been cancelled? Basically, because by midnight tonight I’m supposed to have the final manuscript of the book submitted to Amazon in time for the release date (which is 28th November). Not sure why they need to sit on it for ten days, but to cut a long story short, I need those ten days to finish up and edit. My health hasn’t been fantastic recently and the length of the story seems to have grown a bit, but I’m still determined to get the book out – if not this month, then next month.

Just as proof that I’m still working away on it, here’s a little excerpt:

Complex Triggers New Social MediaLight kisses trailed from my tailbone up to the nape of my neck, Evan’s breath hot against my skin as he spoke in between each one. “I’m gonna do something new now. Are you allergic to Sharpies?”

I frowned even as a shiver of delight followed the path his lips had taken. “Sharpies? As in the pens?”

“Yeah. Are you allergic to the ink?”

“No, Sir.” I tried to figure out exactly what he was going to do. He didn’t seem like the type to write ‘Master’s slut’ all over my body or ‘enter here’ with an arrow pointing to my pussy or ass, but if I was wrong about that I guessed I’d just have to accept it as something my Dom liked and hope the rest of his kinks balanced that one out.

He laughed. “I can practically hear you trying to work this out. Relax, pretty girl. Let me handle this.”

I took it as an order and made myself melt back against the bed again, breathing deeply to centre myself.

“Good,” Evan said softly. “Now, this is gonna be a little cold and tickly, but if you move you’ll screw up what I’m trying to do, and trust me, you don’t want that. Let me know if you plan to move so I can take the pen away. Okay?”


He sat to one side of me, the warmth of his skin pressing against mine as he leaned over to rest his arm on the opposite side, getting into position to write or draw whatever he was planning onto my back. For a second an involuntary ripple went through my skin, and I winced inwardly. “Sorry, Sir. I couldn’t control that.”

“I was expecting it. Don’t worry. Relax.”

I tried to do as he suggested, and smiled at the first cool touch of the pen against my flesh, just underneath one of my shoulder blades. It tickled, but I could handle it, and even without being able to see his face I knew Evan’s focus was completely on my skin – his canvas. It was a heady sensation, and for the first few minutes I felt almost self-conscious before my mind let go of the worries. There was no way for me to keep track of time, and all I could do was focus on the light strokes of the pen’s nib against my skin, trying to track the patterns he was making to come to some kind of conclusion as to what he was drawing. It wasn’t working all that well, though. The only thing I could discern was that he wasn’t writing words.

A long time passed, and I fell into a headspacey daze—concentrating, yet drifting at the same time. Eventually, Evan drew back, murmuring, “Almost done.”

“Thank you, Sir.” It seemed like the right thing to say.

He capped a Sharpie with a click and leaned down to tilt my head for his kiss. I met it with hazy contentment, still rousing from my watchful but dreamlike state. Evan kept it gentle, his tongue darting out to touch mine, then drawing back, and I found myself chasing the deeper elements of the kiss, instigating them myself, pleading for more with my lips and tongue alone.

Evan drew back with a light nip at my lower lip. “Let me finish this, pretty girl. Then you can have what you want.”

Thank you so much for your patience, everyone. I’m working hard to try to bring the book to you as quickly as possible, but without sacrificing quality.

Book Release Schedule

As a way of motivating myself and getting organised (and yes, procrastinating a little bit, too!), here’s a list of my forthcoming releases.

November 18th – Club Alpha Boxed Set


Featuring Claiming His Tease (formerly Little Tease), which is book 1 in the Club Rack and Ruin series. Also includes twelve other stories set in BDSM clubs by twelve amazing authors!


November 28th – Complex TriggersClub Rack and Ruin, book 3

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Tamara has a problem she thinks will drive every Dom away from her for good. Evan begs to differ… The book page for this one is here.


December 15th – These Damn Suspicions – Denial, book 2.5

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A short story about Callum and Kat, set a month or so after the events of Not Your Damn Dom. Callum is acting strangely, and the most recent tabloid scandal that he might be having an affair with his latest co-star doesn’t help Kat’s peace of mind… This will be FREE for mailing list subscribers!


December 26th – Always the Quiet Ones


Re-edited re-release of this book.


February 6th – Dominance and Deception

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Re-edited re-release of this book.


February 10th – another boxed set

Details to come, but I suspect this one will include Not Your Damn Toy (Denial, book 3)…

Not Your Damn Dom – OUT NOW!

Wow, I’ve been neglecting my blog for a while! Luckily, I have some awesome news to break the silence with: Not Your Damn Dom was released today/yesterday (depending on where in the world you are). Spencer’s story is complete, and you can catch up with Kat and Callum from Not Your Damn Submissive, too.

You can buy the book at Amazon US, Amazon UK, iTunes, All Romance eBooks Barnes & Noble, Kobo and Smashwords.

Not Your Damn Dom New AReA standalone novel in the Denial series…

I’m just waiting for the inevitable.Three years ago, I broke my submissive’s spirit completely. After she fled, I swore I’d never call myself a Dominant again. No one who screwed up as badly as I did is worthy of that title.Then Alexandra Ashford signed up for my personal training sessions—smart, confident, yet perfectly willing to follow my every order. The kind of submissive every Dom dreams about, even if she doesn’t know it.I knew I had to keep my distance.

My intentions were good, but she seduced me anyway. I’d stayed away from women for three years, yet it took her three days to get past my defences. Now I can’t make myself let her go. She’s more than I deserve; everything I want.

But keeping vanilla? That’s gonna be hell.

All I can do is hope she never begs me to tie her up and hurt her, though my Dom side craves it. If we cross that line, I have to leave her. I can’t break another submissive.

I can’t be her damn Dom.