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.



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Melting Monday: Inspiration Knocks Twice for HK Carlton

I’m welcoming the stupendous HK Carlton back to my blog today! She’s got releases piling up all over the place at the moment, so be sure to check out her blog for more details. Over to you, HK! ~Amy

Inspiration Knocks Twice – Hard and Fast

gavegoodface_800 Authors gather inspiration and ideas for their plots in so many ways. And as I keep on this journey, I find a story can crop up from anywhere. Even just an innocent exchange of pleasantries at the grocery store or the bank can turn into so much more, at least in my naughty little mind it did.

It was a chance encounter with an extremely good-looking repairman, that was the inspiration behind this prequel/sequel, Gave Good Face and Hard and Fast.

His hands were full; I held the door for him, as we both went to exit the establishment at the same time. He thanked me. What a polite boy. He was young and tall; short dark hair, a nice bit of scruff on his chin, as if he hadn’t had time to shave that morning. Yum. But he had this twinkle in his blue eyes, that made me think that he was quite well aware of my slow perusal and wicked appreciation. It was an incredibly sticky humid summer day here in Ontario, Canada and once outside, we commiserated about the weather conditions. I think the word hot was used. Then he smiled and he went his way, and I went mine.

From my car, I watched him load the back of his service van. Enjoying the play of his work shirt as it pulled tight across his back. I admired the snug navy work pants as they hugged his nicely toned backside.

If I was not a married lady…

But since I am otherwise attached and because I tend to write naughty stories, that night, my lovely repairman, became Billy Maas, Tech-Co, the service man. 🙂

The true repairman may never know that he was the stimulus behind Hard and Fast, but he did earn a little dedication.

And as I never seem to do anything small, this tiny little fantasy turned into not one but two books. Hard and Fast, starring my boy Billy, is the second book in this set of two, although it was written first. Which also works since the leading ladies in these tales, are twins.

Here’s a little snip from Hard and Fast (it might sound familiar):hardandfast_800

Josslynn Rossdale stood in line at the bank. Another scorching day with the humidity so high that one perspired just standing still. Most of the other customers appeared to be melting, each with that fine layer of sheen and flushed complexion. In a lightweight cotton blouse, beige short shorts and sandals, Joss attempted to beat the heat.

“Next,” the first vacant teller drawled.

Joss stepped forward.

“Hey, Joss, how are you?” She’d been in the savings and loan so often lately that the employees knew her by name.

“Good, Tracey, and you?”

“It’s so much better in here now that they’ve got the air conditioning back up and running.”

Joss noted the serviceman in the standard blue work shirt, placing his tools back into his box. “Mmm, should suggest him for my building. AC’s on the fritz at my apartment too. I put in a call to the building manager but I’m still waiting.”

The repairman was tall, with short dark hair and nice broad shoulders. Snug, navy workpants showcased his well-toned glutes. As if he knew that he was being scrutinised he turned and zeroed right in on Joss. He had the most piercing blue eyes. Too cute, and too young. He couldn’t be more than twenty-five, she guessed. Somewhat used to a certain amount of healthy male attention herself, she smiled, totally aware that he was checking her out too. He grinned in return and the action brought out a charming dimple in his left cheek. He sported a fine layer of stubble as if he hadn’t had time to shave that morning. Joss liked it. It gave him a rugged appearance. Yes, he was a very attractive guy.

“What can I help you with, Joss?” Tracey snagged Joss’ attention back. “He’s really freakin’ hawt, right?” Tracey said under her breath, just as the young workman set down his toolbox on the countertop next to her workspace.

“Actually, I was hoping to catch Tom,” Joss answered. “I’m not sure if he’s in, but he said he’d leave some paperwork for me at the customer service wicket. But your man Tech-Co here is using it to store his tools at the moment.” Joss read the company name off the guy’s shirt.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just need a signature and then I can get out of the way.” He said this to Tracey but kept his gaze trained on Joss, grinning, the corner of his mouth curling adorably.

“I’ll get the manager. I’m not taking responsibility for anything,” Tracey scoffed, leaving her post.

“Hi,” Tall, Dark and Handsome said simply. He had a pleasant, deep baritone voice.

“Hi,” she responded.

“It’s another hot one, huh?”

“Sweltering,” Joss agreed.

He peered directly into her eyes. She liked it but it was also a little disarming.

“I hear it’s supposed to be this way all weekend,” he added.

“That’s what I hear.”

His lips were nicely shaped, the bottom one nice and full.

“I guess I shouldn’t complain. It keeps me busy.”

“I imagine.”

On even closer examination, under that dark and grainy stubble was a slight cleft. Joss was a sucker for a man with a dent in his chin.

“Here we go. The manager is on the way,” Tracey said to the repairman. “And, Joss, here’s the portfolio Tom put together for you to go over.”

“Thanks, Tracey. I’ll probably see you again in the next week then.”

“Yep, see ya then. Next!”

Joss glanced back at TD&H. “Have a good day then,” she said lamely.

“Yeah, you too.” He nodded as the manager joined him.

Joss began to walk out when one of the other financial managers stopped her to make sure she’d been waited on. She assured him that she had, thanked him kindly then continued to the exit, arriving as the rugged repairman did. It just so happened his hands were full—toolbox in one and a ladder in the other. Joss held the first door open for him.

“Well, thank you,” he said with a wide smile. He had excellent teeth too.

Joss rushed ahead and opened the second door.

“Thanks again.” He squinted up at the sky. “Whoa, it is hot out here. Being in there, in the cool, makes you forget for a while.”

“I know. It’s nasty, isn’t it?” Joss let the door swing closed and she turned in the direction of her car.

“Take care,” he said then continued on his way.

For shits, Joss peeked over her shoulder, and to her delight, he was doing the same thing. How sad had her life become that she was now thrilled by such a little thing?

Thanks for having me back Amy. You’re the best!

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Guest Post: Aurelia T. Evans Talks Werewolves and Horror

I’m very pleased to welcome Aurelia T. Evans to my blog today – she’s all kinds of wonderful and her first Sanctuary novel, Winter Howl, is one of my absolute favourites in the erotic genre. Check out the excerpt from Cry Wolf, which is book two, at the end of the interview.


1) Tell us a little bit about yourself. What do you enjoy writing, and why?

I’m in my late twenties now and still trying to figure out what to do in life, but for the last two years or so, I made the complete and utter commitment to write as much as possible until I’m thirty. Then, it’ll probably be so engrained in me that I’ll have to continue at this pace forever, although I’d like to add a little bit of a social life in there somewhere.

In my spare spare time, I watch a lot of bad horror movies, read good horror novels, and enjoy baking—but not cooking so much. I make jewelry here and there, although my tight writing schedule has pushed that to the side lately. I also have a frappuccino addiction that I’ve been struggling with since college. It probably wouldn’t be so bad if it was just coffee.

I enjoy writing anything supernatural. I prefer to write things that can’t happen to the things that could. I figure if I want to experience something that’s possible in real life, I could do that myself rather than write about it. Also, writing from a supernatural angle tends to help you address the real life issues in roundabout and far more entertaining ways.

2) Your Sanctuary series is set in/around a no-kill dog shelter. Are dogs close to your heart, and do you own any?

You know, it’s a funny thing. I’m a cat lady to the bone, which is why cats also trail around the sanctuary and why Kelly from Cry Wolf has a meaningful relationship with a cat. However, I do like dogs, especially larger dogs, and of my family’s pets, one of them is a dog. We call her Padfoot.

It’s kind of like I’m a vampire girl, but I’ve been writing about werewolves. Go figure.

The Sanctuary trilogy was inspired by the Cat House in the Kings, with a twist of Cesar Millan.

3) What is it about werewolves that makes you want to write about them?

I have a theory that vampires and werewolves are supernatural palliatives for control freaks.

When you’re drawn to vampires, either through reading or writing, it’s because you want to cede control to someone else. The vampire is cold, in control, and usually has some kind of mesmerism to take control from you in order to give you the oblivion and pleasure of his or her bite. You’re not responsible, you’re just responsive. It’s very liberating, in its own way.

When you’re drawn to werewolves, it’s because you want to lose control, which is also liberating. The werewolf is hot, wild, and they just let loose, letting everything out and doing whatever they want to do, allowing themselves to feel pleasure in any way they like without shame.

I’m double the control freak, because I write about both.

4) The first book in the series, Winter Howl, was pretty dark in places. Will Cry Wolf go down similar roads?

WHOh, absolutely. I don’t think I can write stories without going down the dark paths. I’m a horror writer at heart, and even when the story I write isn’t specifically of the horror genre, it comes out nonetheless.

When you write about supernatural predators who consider humans to be prey, it’s hard not to sink into the moral shadows. So even though Kelly and Malcolm don’t eat people, the other werewolves in the story have no problem with it, and there’s some tension there, because they’re likable people. Plus, there’s a charismatic cult leader who’s also a witch as powerful as Kelly. That rarely ends well.

5) How similar are your protagonists for the two books? Which character did you enjoy writing about more?

At first glance, Renee from Winter Howl and Kelly from Cry Wolf are completely different people. Renee is a small, shy, timid young woman with agoraphobia and some other mental issues, although she has much more confidence inside her dog sanctuary than outside of it. Kelly, on the other hand, has buckets of sexual confidence, no issues with nudity, and has quite a pain fetish. That’s before you add the fact that she’s a werewolf, whereas Renee is human—plus Kelly is also a damn powerful elemental witch with additional prophetic and psychic abilities.

In a line, Renee feels she has no power and Kelly feels she has too much.

However, they’re two sides of the same coin, which is why Kelly makes for a  good middle book before ending the trilogy on Renee. Both of them are control freaks themselves to the point, perhaps, of pathology. Renee needs absolute control or else she panics, which accounts for the bulk of her agoraphobia and how important Grant was to her in making her lose control back in Winter Howl. But Kelly needs absolute control to keep her magic reined in, because otherwise she could really hurt people. She compares herself to a bomb, that’s how bad it is. And in her case, being a werewolf actual helped her gain control over her magic, because the wolf is strong enough to hold it.

So in the end, they’re really more alike than they realize, which is why they get along so well. Renee’s harmless crush on Kelly probably accounts for some of it. I think if I had to pick which one I liked writing better, Kelly was an amazing character to slip into. I think I have too much in common with Renee to get as much joy out of writing her, although I wouldn’t write her if I didn’t enjoy writing her. Kelly was just so much freer, so even the writing was less restrained.

6) What are you working on now?

That’s a loaded question. Everything?

I have a demonic circus series in the works, which is the result of my experiment to see whether erotic horror romance was possible. I think I succeeded, but it’s…well, the darkness runs a lot darker and deeper than anything I’ve written so far.

At the present, I’m working on another dark vampire serial that’s the latest incarnation of a story I’ve been writing since I was ten. Cross your fingers that this is the final one.

And once I finish the serial, I’ll start editing my urban fantasy, gothic erotic romance novel with gargoyles, demons, and stone angels. I plan to write in that world again, so maybe it’s a series? I’m not sure yet.

Then, through to this summer I’ll be working on putting out my first self-published novel, a dark supernatural erotic novel with a girl enslaved into a geek guy’s fantasy. I’m more terrified by the self-publishing process than the magical villain at the moment.

After that, who knows?

Thanks so much for having me, Amy! It’s been a pleasure.

 Cry Wolf

Cry WolfAs a werewolf and witch, Kelly belongs to neither pack nor coven, making her a perfect addition to the ragtag collection of dogs, humans and canine shapeshifters at the Chambers Dog Sanctuary.

After recently being transformed against his will, Malcolm—one of the Sanctuary residents—wants nothing more than to shed his werewolf skin and return to his shapeshifter pack. Kelly tries to help him accept his new wolf nature, but then some of the shapeshifters discover Salvation, an organization that claims to cure magical hybrids. Kelly has long since made peace with lycanthropy, which tempers her volatile magic, but when Malcolm begs Kelly to accompany him for one last attempt to resume his old life, she agrees for his sake.

Upon arriving at Salvation, however, the already shaky balance of her life becomes even more tenuous, forcing Kelly to decide which part of herself, wolf or witch, she loves—or fears—more.


Surprised laughter bubbled up out of her, but it was cut short by Malcolm’s tongue on the pulse point under her ear.

“I’m so many different kinds of hungry right now,” he murmured. “I’m not sure which is which.”

Kelly slid her hands up his arms and encircled his shoulders. “You really want to apologize to me?”

“Absolutely,” he replied, smiling against her collarbone.

“Anything I want?” she asked after a little hesitation.

Malcolm pulled back, a line between his eyebrows, but he nodded. “Anything you want. Although now I’m nervous.”

“You should be.” A growl purred through her in warning. “It may not be like anything you’ve had before, but I promise it’ll be worth it in the end.”

“Really nervous,” he added.

“Before we start,” Kelly said, nudging him back to the bedroom, “did I get the right vibe that you sometimes don’t have sex with just Ki?”

Malcolm actually blushed, deep red over his cheeks and ears. It was adorable.

“What?” Kelly poked him in the ribs.

“What exactly are you asking? Because it hasn’t been anything more than just…” He couldn’t even say it, just brought her hand to his cock, which had begun to show interest. “But before I came to the sanctuary, I… I’m not sure I want to talk about it.”

Kelly stroked him a few times, enjoying the weight of him in her hand. She had to release him, but she would have plenty of fun with it soon.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to tell me anything,” Kelly said, patting his cheek. “I just wanted to know if you’d already experienced what I have planned for you.”

Malcolm’s eyes went wide. “Are you serious?”

Kelly raised her hand, palm facing his chest, and pushed him flying onto the bed.

His brow furrowed. “I don’t know.”

“Honey, I don’t do safe words. If you want me to stop, you tell me to stop. But you owe me an apology.” Kelly stalked him from halfway down the trailer hall and put her hands on the door frame. “Do you trust me?”

Malcolm craned his neck to stare at her in the evening light coming through the window and the skylight. She’d kept the blinds open. Anyone could look in and see them in all their naked glory in a world that wasn’t quite as free as the sanctuary.

“Yes,” he replied breathlessly. “I trust you.” He smiled to show that he wasn’t downright terrified. “Do your worst.”

“Oh, you don’t want my worst. This isn’t anywhere near that,” Kelly said, entering the bedroom. One step brought her shins against the bed.

She snapped her fingers and the bottom drawer under her small closet opened. Metal restraints flew out to wrap around his wrists and ankles, connecting to the four sides of the bed frame that had been altered in order to accommodate them.

If anyone in her original wolf pack had sneaked into her trailer and opened the toy drawer, they would have assumed that the restraints were for David to tie her down. Naturally, a big, bad alpha like David would want Kelly at his mercy, although real bondage was pretty useless on Kelly, since she could pull them apart with her mind.

Back in those days, though, Kelly would close the blinds and strap David down. That had been their secret, and David might have tried to kill her if she had shared that with the pack—not that she’d ever had a desire to.

Kelly flexed her fingers as she imagined doing some of those things again. There had been a lot of things wrong with her relationship with David. This hadn’t been one of them.

Malcolm lay back, trying to appear calm. Kelly climbed on the bed and crawled between his spread-eagled legs. She ran her fingers through the light fur on his thighs and smiled when the muscles twitched.

“Relax, honey,” she purred, smoothing her hand up his abdomen and over his chest before leaning down to take his lower lip between her teeth.

Cry Wolf is currently available on pre-release at a discount at Totally Bound, in all ebook formats. The book will be released to other online retailers (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, etc.) on 28th March.

About the Author

Aurelia T. Evans is a hopefully up-and-coming erotica write with a penchant for horror and the supernatural. She’s had short stories featured in Amber Dawn’s Fist of the Spider Woman, Kristina Wright’s Fairy Tale Lust, and Mitzi Szereto’s Thrones of Desire. Her first novel about shapeshifters, werewolves, and the woman who loves them, Winter Howl, debuted November 2012. The sequel, Cry Wolf, was released February 2014 at Totally Bound, and will be available in wide release on March 28, 2014.



Melting Mondays – Naomi Bellina’s Dream Vacation

A huge welcome to Naomi Bellina this Melting Monday – thanks for coming over, Naomi!

My Dream Vacation

NaomiBellina Headshot All the hustle and bustle of the holidays can get overwhelming. We stay up too late, run too many errands, and burn out our batteries. A nice, long peaceful stay at a spa sounds pretty good right now! When writing Out of the Ordinary, my characters spend some time at a spa, so I thought about that environment a lot.  I let my imagination run wild one day and came up with my dream vacation.

I’m not sure exactly where this blissful place is, but I know I’m at a resort, somewhere in the mountains. All the meals are healthy, there are not a lot of crowds, and the people I talk to are pleasant and fun. The weather is perfect, sunny most days, a rain shower or two when I’m indoors to enjoy it, cool and crisp in the evening.

I arrive at my destination all alone. That’s right, the honey is not with me. Oh Naomi, you say, that’s kind of harsh, but come on. You know how nice it is to spend some time alone, with no one to think about but your little old self. You, you, you, it’s all about you. Don’t worry, my love gets to join me in paradise later, but for now, I’m on my own.

I’m tired from the long flight, so I have a soak in my garden tub. There is a selection of bath salts to choose from, in a variety of scents. All the products are organic which is important to me, because I have super sensitive skin. After my soak, I take a nap. I order room service since I still crave peace and quiet. Traveling frazzles my nerve, and I’ve been in a plane for awhile since I know my dream spot is a destination far from home. I read a bit, or watch a movie, then sleep.

The next day, I wake up and attend a yoga class, eat a healthy breakfast, then go for a hike in the hills. I love hills, mountains, and rocks, and don’t get to see these in Florida. I’m in heaven! Of course, I overdue it on the hike, so when I return, after a quick shower and a healthy lunch, I get a massage. The late afternoon, early evening activity is something fun and crafty. I love working with clay, paper, beads, metal, you name it. Any project will make me happy. Another night alone, with a lavender scented bath, and I’m starting to feel good.

After morning yoga and a healthy breakfast, I go for a horseback ride, then my honey arrives! See, I told you he would get to come play with me. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and now that I’m totally relaxed, I welcome him with open arms. We both get a massage, and I get a facial too. He’s tired and takes a nap, and after my services, I join him. The nap turns into fun and love, then I’m drowsy and ready to snooze. He sleeps a bit more, than wanders the grounds, because he likes to explore. We both have a swim in the pool, then dinner, reading and television in bed, along with more hot lovin’.

Yoga the next morning, we hike together, then hop in a helicopter and view an active volcano. The afternoons consist of  lunch, reading, nap, art projects for me, he gets to watch sports and join a martial arts class. Dinner, a walk in the chilly air under a sky full of stars, or a few drinks and a good band, or we watch a movie on the big screen for evening entertainment. The next few days we have a cooking class together, we visit a wildlife preserve, more art and marital art classes, he gets to ride several kinds of motorcycles, and we take a long ride together and eat lunch at a place with a spectacular view at the top of a mountain.

It’s finally time to leave, and we fly home together. Wow, what a great vacation! It has all my favorite things. Lots of relaxing time to enjoy books, movies, napping, sex, good healthy food, exercise, and great scenery. One day, I hope to make this vacation a reality, two to three times a year.

How about you? Do you have a dream destination in mind, or something you would love to do on vacation?  I’d love to hear from you. Enjoy this excerpt, and happy holidays to you!

Excerpt from Out of the Ordinary

Out of the Ordinary coverEsme began to rub Star’s neck, and Star sighed. Esme’s strong hands felt good on Star’s tight muscles. Slipping away to la-la land, Star remembered she had a mission and pulled her mind back to the present.

“So, tell me about this party. Is everybody I saw at the dinner table a guest? Where do they come from?”

“Yes, they’re all guests from our home planet, Kastra. King Gaius likes to have company at his parties so he invites—” Esme suddenly stopped. “I’m not supposed to talk to you. I’m sorry. Here, I forgot to turn on the music. You just listen and relax. I’m going to apply a clay facial mask. We’ll let it set while I work on your legs and feet. It will help smooth out those blotches in your complexion.”

Esme flipped a switch and a melodic, pleasing tune began to play.

Do I have a blotchy complexion? Esme needs to talk to those diplomatic relations people. Star knew she would get nothing more from the young pixie, so she let herself drift off and enjoy the experience.

Her mind wandered to picture Adam standing naked near the hot tub. She didn’t want to think about that particular scene, she needed to focus on a way to get out of there. But her brain had ideas of its own, and naked Adam would not disappear. It hardly seemed worth the effort to try to think of something else, and he really did look quite divine, so she let her imagination roam.

In her fantasy, she rose from the tub to greet him. She had the body of an Olympic athlete, and hair from a shampoo commercial. Her skin was certainly not blotchy and her teeth were white as pearls. There were no annoying pixies around for miles.

They hugged, a firm, loving embrace. Both of their bodies were warm. Adam’s hands travelled down her back and caressed her butt, squeezing her firm cheeks. She explored his body, touching every inch of delicious skin she could reach. His cock grew hard and pressed into her stomach and moisture formed between her legs. She stood on her toes and rubbed her pussy against his cock, eliciting a deep moan from him.

Their lips met and Star and Adam kissed, not one of those tender, sweet butterfly kisses that drove her crazy with wanting more. This was a hungry, passionate invasion, both of them tasting each other’s mouth, him biting her lower lip to just this side of pain. The kind of kiss that set her mouth on fire and almost left bruises, the kind Star loved.

His hand stroked her breast, cupping and squeezing the firm flesh, and just as he lowered his head to suck her aching nipple, Star felt something cold and wet on her cheek. Is that Adam’s tongue? She jumped.

“Sorry to startle you. The clay is a little cool at first, but it will warm up,” Esme said.

With a sigh, Star’s allowed her mind to drift back to reality. Damn, it had been a good long time since she’d had a daydream like that. Her pussy was wet and wanting, and raw desire throbbed through her body. Even though she was scared, something about this place had awakened her senses. She actually felt more alive and vibrant than she had in a long time. As annoying as Adam was, a deep desire for him coursed through her. His teasing manner in the hot tub had been for her benefit, she was sure, to help her relax and his words had been sincere—he really did think she had a nice body.

She would have smiled with pleasure had her face not been solidified by the clay mask. This sensation was a welcome change of pace from the emptiness that had greeted her each day for the past year, and Adam was certainly a delightful break from the men she knew. He was strong and seemed smart, without being a bore. His sense of humour, well, anyone who could keep his wits about him under these circumstances was extraordinary. She found she looked forward to their next encounter, clothed or not.

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Melting Mondays: Free Short Story ‘Up’ by Cerise DeLand

Welcome to Cerise DeLand this Melting Monday! Cerise is the author of Tie Me Down, and many more hot reads, and she’s kindly donated a short story for us this week. 🙂


UP! A short story of love (and high crimes) by Cerise DeLand

Diego parked his  police cruiser at the service entrance to the Stanley Hotel’s restaurant. He cursed at the traffic that had delayed him.  Who knew so many people would be up at five a.m. on a Wednesday?

He was up…for Cherry. In more ways than one.

He jammed the gear into Park, slid the key out of the ignition and grabbed his package.

Running like hell past the idling postal truck in the service drive, he flung open the door and made for the hotel kitchen.

As he passed the walk-in refrigerator, he saw Cherry’s skinny sous chef leaning over a large dark object on the floor. The thin plastic strips that kept the cold air inside the place were cloudy, but the scene was clear to Diego.

He would deal with the sous chef—and the dead man as soon as he completed his most important task.

Diego charged on, toward his goal. Cherry stood near the stoves, giving her staff their instructions for the morning. Her back was to him, her long wild red hair caught up in a net and chef’s white toque. She was tall, but built like a woman who loved food. And sex. And gave every bit of her luscious bod.. And god, to look at her curves, especially her ass, was always a treat. And the reason he was so Up this morning.

One by one, her staff members spied him and tried to suppress a grin.

She spun, curious to learn what drew them.

And when she saw him, even though she had last glimpsed him—naked, gloriously Up for her and driving right into her luscious body—she beamed at him.

“Diego! Darling, what are you doing here? Oh!” She cooed at the sight of his armful of three dozens red roses. “I see. You brought my favorites for my birthday.”

“You are my day,” he told her as he wrapped one arm around her waist, drew her to him and let her know how Up he truly was. “My day, my night, my moon and stars. Marry me, Cherry, baby.”

She cooed her agreement as she rubbed her body against his. “Yes, yes, yes!”

She framed his face with her warm hands, her elegant fingers soft against his cheeks.

“I cannot kiss you, Cherry.”

Crushed at his rejection, she examined his face.

“In a moment we will kiss and show all your staff how you make love with your lips and tongue and teeth.” He grinned at her. “But first, I must tell you that in your refrigerator, your postman is dead.”

Everyone gasped.

“He was stabbed by your sous chef, my darling. I had to give you these first. And propose. Now allow me to call the police. And then I will kiss you and make your staff jealous.”

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and brushed her breasts against his chest. “I always knew you were my hero. You solve crimes, you bring roses and you are always Up.”

All rights reserved. Copyright, 2012 Cerise DeLand.

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Melting Mondays – Erika Masten is ‘At His Whim’

This week, Erika Masten is my Melting Mondays guest – welcome, Erika!


I wouldn’t be the first writer to admit that I have a wandering heart and pursue projects in a variety of genres under various names.  Each kind of story—be it fantasy or erotica, science fiction or romance—has its own rules, expectations, and personality. Kind of like lovers.  🙂

It didn’t take me long to notice that , regardless of genre, I couldn’t stay away from the sex scenes.  And why would I?  Sex and intimacy are heavy with meaning in human culture.  It’s so much more than “insert tab A into slot B.”  Sex can be an expression or even a subversion of control, empowerment, self-worth, trust, vulnerability, manipulation, love, lust, hatred, self-hatred, hope, despair…  The list is as lengthy as people are complex.

It was with this attitude that I came to erotica and specifically to romantic domination stories.  After a year of releasing short erotica as Erika Masten and receiving requests from readers for longer and more involved stories, I introduced the His Series, a billionaire domination erotic romance serial.  The eight-part series, with each installment being about twelve to fourteen thousand words long, has delighted my erotica audience while wooing new erotic romance readers with my particular brand of romantic Doms and gentle bondage and domination—presented with literary flare and a dirty mouth.

The His Series follows successful career woman Chloe Bloom as she flees the humiliation of the very public unfaithfulness of her high society boyfriend four thousand miles, to the Brazilian resort island of Ilha de Flor and into the arms of roguish real estate magnate Adrian Knight.

The first title in the series is At His Whim

Chloe Bloom is running away from a life’s worth of unfaithful men, the most recent being society scion Penn Ellison. The South American cruise is supposed to be her chance to forget her problems in exotic locales and the arms of gorgeous strangers, if only her heart and libido would cooperate.

Adrian Knight lets people think he’s the manager of the luxury resort on the private Brazilian island of Ilha de Flor when in truth he’s the owner, a perfectly poised example of the kind of rake you get with a few generations of ridiculous wealth.  Sex is a transaction for him, until Chloe Bloom walks out of the arms of Knight’s lifelong rival and into his resort.

With Chloe looking to explore this particularly male concept of lust without love, and Adrian unable to resist his competitive urge to claim what his rival lost, it’s a matter of time before she is on her knees and at his whim.

And an excerpt…

In the span of a moment, a hand slid warm and firm along my back, another on my upper arm, and a voice like good liquor burning its way through my insides sounded just behind the curve of my ear.  Lemon and champagne.  “You didn’t give me your name.”

When I jumped at the touch, at the sound, at the warm breath against my skin, Adrian’s hands tightened on me as though to steady me.  My body, my whole body, throbbed as he gripped me hard.  That was a first for me, such a visceral reaction to being grabbed by a man.  Though touching someone’s arm or back during greeting and conversation was common in Brazil, that was among friends or at least warm acquaintances.  Adrian Knight was taking liberties, and I was sure he knew that.  I heard him breathe out a low chuckle before I spun to face him, nearly dumping my plate down his linen shirt and perfectly fitted black pants.

“Easy there,” he said, almost pointedly not stepping back to give me space, looming over me.  At five-foot-six, I was used to men being three or four inches taller, but with Knight it was more like six or eight.  Even three-inch heels didn’t make up for it.  “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Liar, I wanted to shout, surprising myself with the force of the thought.  But something inside me coiled, flushed with anger and…and sudden lust, irrationally convinced now that Knight’s teasing was wholly intentional.

Calm down, Chloe, I told myself.  What was that about being all logic and to hell with intuition?  The man hadn’t done anything but embarrass me a bit and surprise me over the dessert table.  Well, that and plug my libido directly into a power outlet, from the feel of it.

Knight slowly withdrew his hands to clasp them at the small of his back, but he still leaned close, towering.  “You are?” he prodded again.

Straightening, feeling a hot blush flood my face and neck, I was determined to salvage the moment and a scrap of dignity.  A deep breath.  Not too deep, not too noticeable, I hoped.  “Chloe Bloom.”

His lips, dark rose and plump and surrounded by a roguish dusting of carefully cultivated five o’clock shadow, pursed around a suggestion of a grin before he repeated, “Chloe Bloom.”  Odd, that tone of satisfaction, like he’d already known the answer.  More likely it was satisfaction at my reaction, at seeing how obviously his presence was affecting me.  “Would you dine at my table with me, Miss Bloom?”

Absolutely not.  That was what I said inside my head.  I had only just today stopped being utterly numb from walking away from Penn, whom I had thought I loved.  I had only just now found myself physically attracted to another man.  The next stage in breakup recovery was lots of sugar and a little bit of weeping into a pillow.  Not sitting next to a torturously handsome man with a mischievous gleam in his eyes and a certain something about him that I could not place.

“Certainly,” I said.

The first four titles from the His Series—At His Whim, In His Service, At His Mercy, and Under His Sway—are available online now at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and All Romance.

Melting Mondays – Desiree Holt Invites YOU to a Naughty Sleepover

Desiree Holt is one of my anthology-mates for the Switch and Bound to the Billionaire anthologies, and also one of my new personal heroes… plus, she’s this week’s Melting Mondays guest! Thanks for coming to see me, Desiree! Wish I could make it to the Sleepover. ~ Amy

The Naughty Sleepover

What happens when seven crazy authors, good friends, get together for a girls only weekend with chocolate wine and whipped cream vodka? You get the Sassy Seven Authors, a bunch of new series, and the idea for the Naughty Sleepover, a weekend that’s the ultimate girls night out. On October 9 our latest series The Naughty Sleepover will be released by Decadent Publishing. They are all based at The Menger Hotel in San Antonio, Texas, where our Naughty Sleepover is being held in February 2013. And all begin in the historic bar where Teddy Roosevelt met with his Rough Riders.

So first about the event. The weekend begins with a Decadent Chocolate Hour that actually runs all evening and proceeds through a discussion with a Dom, a “special toys” party and male dancers in the evening. (Think Chippendales.) All in good fun and a chance to go wild in a friendly environment. Check it out at We even have a payment plan for registration so your budget is safe.

And now for the stories.

Sugar Girl by Nicole Austin 

A guy walks into a bar… And finds the girl he shouldn’t have left behind. Their differences kept Candy and Jeremiah apart until finally, the road lead them back where they belong. But in the harsh light of the morning after can she really hold on to a shooting star?

 Say Yes by Regina Carlysle 

All work and no play is no way to live and J.D. Stone aims to change that after a chance meeting at the Menger Hotel. When the lonely rancher meets sassy photographer, Melissa Bell, the sparks fly and passions burn hot enough to incinerate them both.

Spank ’Em Cowboy by Samantha Cayto 

Tara hopes to survive her sister’s wedding without a wardrobe malfunction. Rob spots the voluptuous filly and cuts her from the herd. And when she craves someone to take the reins, he knows he’s the right man to saddle her up for the ride of her life.

 More Than You Know by Cerise DeLand 

One redhead. One bartender. Lots of laughter. A desire so tender that the sheets they burn up together could set the hotel on fire. But can he intrigue a woman who’s older? What if he never lets her out of bed? Will she still want him tomorrow?

 Overnight Sensation by Desiree Holt 

Pulled together in a crowd by an instant attraction, Abbie and Sam are powerless against the incendiary combustion that consumes them and turn a chance meeting into an overnight sensation

 Blame it on Texas by Allie Standifer 

Everything’s supposed to be bigger and better in Texas, right? Sexy plus size model Serena Morgan isn’t convinced until Texas country star Kale Winters takes her in a night of passion. Come morning will Kale convince Serena he’s the real deal or Blame it on Texas?

When a Lady Meets a King by Brenna Zinn 

Lady Pembrook went to great lengths, traveling thousands of miles and assuming a false identity to satisfy her fantasy of a one-night stand with a real Texas cowboy. But when a mysterious stranger in dark sunglasses threatens to expose her scandalous behavior, a handsome King comes to the rescue.