Collaring Nell

So… I found a gorgeous collar on Etsy that would be perfect for Marc from Hot, Rich and Dominant to give to his submissive, Nell. I was lucky enough to get permission from the trader who makes them to describe it in the collaring scene, so here’s Nell’s ‘official’ new collar! Go here to see more pics of it.

Nell Collar

Naturally she has a sturdier one for when Marc just has to pull her around the room by it. This would be a day collar. He’d have to pull her around by the hair instead if she was wearing this one. 😉

I’m still working on finishing up – I’ve got a few scenes left to write, but I’m being strict with myself and getting my writing time in. Excerpts coming soon…

Four Stars for Hidden Heat!

This review made my day – four stars for Hidden Heat from Guilty Pleasures:

hiddenheat_800What a ride! I had no clue what to expect when I started this story but was quickly sucked in to the plot. I have never seen a story with this type of futuristic take on sex and found myself wondering what people would do if it came down to suppressing professionals so that they could focus on their work. The idea that people would be put to death because they are sexually active professionals is a new twist on the idea of getting a thrill from doing the forbidden. Scott and Holly are electric when they are together and their chemistry is addicting. What I love even more, is that Scott is open minded and is more than happy to share that with his male roommate as well as Holly…

You can read the full review at Guilty Pleasures. This review makes me happy on so many levels, because Hidden Heat is the book I put a ton of thought into, but that not many people seem to have read. It’s great to know it’s been received well by a reviewer.

Must continue work on the sequel, Holo Betrayal, as soon as I’ve finished with Hot, Rich and Dominant 3! ^_^

Melting Mondays – A Smoking Hot Excerpt from HK Carlton’s ‘Swap’

It’s Melting Monday again, and to make the start of the working week more bearable, here’s an exceedingly hot excerpt from HK Carlton’s debut release, Swap! Warning for those who don’t like this sort of thing: this story centres around a married woman and her equally married brother-in-law being drawn into an irresistible relationship…

He released his hold slowly, and I slid down his body until my feet were back on the floor. The delight fell from his face. My body warmed and my nipples hardened against his chest. He became very still, except for his erection digging into me. Then his hands were in my hair and we dove at each other. Our lips and tongues tangled, our breathing accelerated.

I tugged at the tail of his T-shirt with impatient fingers. He released my lips and raised his arms, helping me to remove his shirt. I pulled the cotton from his chest and over his head. Our eyes locked, and I wondered for a split second if he would stop. If his conscience would take over. He swallowed hard and reached for the hem of my blouse. It was loose enough that we didn’t need to take the time to unbutton it, so I raised my arms and he removed my top.

His eyes roved over the swell of my heaving breasts. He lightly skimmed his hand over my skin as he recaptured my lips. I whimpered into his mouth, feeling weak and dizzy. It felt like heaven to me. I’d waited so long to be kissed this way, by this man. He grazed the side of my breast with his hand. I wriggled and stretched to get closer to him. He spun me around so my back was against the kitchen island, then grabbed my hips and hoisted me up onto the counter. I opened my legs eagerly and accepted him between them. I moaned when his rock-hard cock pressed against my wet, throbbing cunt. I couldn’t help it. He felt incredible.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him to me as I explored his muscular back. I followed the waistband of his jeans around to the button and toyed with it, seeking his permission. When I felt his fingers release the snap on mine, a thrill shot through my body. I undid his jeans and began to ease the zipper down. He mirrored my actions and began to ease his hand inside to cup me. I wiggled to give him room, trembling with the anticipation of his strong fingers finally plunging into my aching pussy.

The phone rang and we jumped apart. He stared at me, his mouth slightly open, his chest heaving. I knew my expression must have been reflecting his.

“Let it ring,” he said breathlessly. I welcomed him back against me as I heard the answering machine pick up. You have reached Cheryl and Mike Leave a message at the tone

His fingers splayed into my slick, wet heat, sending pulses of delicious, fluttering shock waves through me.

He growled deep in his chest. “God, Hails, you’re wet!”

My mouth opened on a silent moan of pleasure as I palmed the full solid length of his cock. He thrust his tongue deep into my open mouth as he did the same with his middle finger inside my pussy. I rocked my hips forward, taking it deeper, demanding more. He slid another finger inside me so maddeningly slowly that I growled with impatience. It was so excruciatingly pleasurable that it burned. He increased the tempo, moving harder and faster, his curled knuckles slapping against my hungry pussy. His thumb butted up against my clit and I almost couldn’t stand the friction grazing the sensitive nub. I gasped, wrapping my hands around the edge of the counter, holding on.

He froze. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I whimpered weakly on a half sob, my body continuing to moving over his hand even though he had stilled.

Using the fingers of his other hand, he separated my lips, exposing my burning clit to the air. I gasped at this delectable new sensation. It was as if he knew how tender he was making me feel, and he knew exactly what to do to make it better. He began to stroke his fingers inside me again, finding the same tempo and rhythm I liked. It felt incredible. The pistoning action created a slight breeze as his other fingers held my lips open, exposing my aching bud to the cool air. It felt almost like someone blowing softly on it. It felt so fucking good it made me a crazy, frantic ball of violent need, centred solely on one purpose. I was going to come in his hand.

MikeYou home?” I froze at the sound of Cheryl’s voice on the answering machine.

Mike’s panicked gaze met mine. I was caught in suspended animation. On the edge of ecstasy, yet frozen with guilt.

I know you have to be therePick up.”

His eyes darted between me and the phone. I pushed at his hips, telling him to move back. As he did, his talented fingers slipped from my insatiable pussy. “Get it.” I felt almost angry with disappointment, strung tightly as a bow, waiting for any little sensation to splinter me into a million spasming pieces. My skin skittered with tiny pulses.

He was undecided for a split second before answering.

I hopped down off the counter, gathered my top and slid into it.

“Hello.” His voice sounded strangely deep.

I pulled my jeans back into place and quivered when the seam touched my sensitive clit. I pulled up the zipper and closed my eyes at the delicious sensation the buzzing vibration created.

“No, I was outside when I heard the phone ring,” he lied. She must have noticed how out of breath he was.

“No, I’m not up to anything. I was just getting my gear outta the truck.”

Lies, all lies. Her voice rose. I couldn’t hear what she was saying but I knew she was irritated. That was my cue. I caught his attention and thumbed towards the door, mouthing, “I’m gonna go.”

He gave me a look of disappointment, guilt and apology and I silently let myself out.

You can find Swap at Total-E-Bound Publishing, Amazon US, Amazon UK and All Romance eBooks.

Check out HK Carlton’s blog: Pick a Genre, Already! You can also catch her on Facebook and Twitter.

Sunday Snog: Smoke and Mirrors

I figured I’d go back to an older release for this week’s Sunday Snog – my erotic horror collaboration with Fleur T. Reid, entitled Smoke and Mirrors. In our twisted little story, our hottie hero travels through the horrifying world beyond the circus funhouse’s mirrors, and finally finds the heroine he’s been searching for – the sexy knife-thrower, Lady Stiletto.

“You’re not a reflection.”

She stopped her spinning and stared at him, hope and insecurity mingled on her face. Tears shimmered in her eyes, but didn’t fall.

“You can’t know that. I don’t even know that.”

“I think I can.” Before he could stop himself, Max reached out for her. Lady Stiletto flinched, bringing the knife up to protect herself, and he shook his head. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I promise.”

“You’re an illusion.” Now, the tears began to fall. She stepped back, her knife held out defensively. “He sent the freaks, first. The monsters. The ones that have been here a long, long time and…changed. The ones who kill, but they never killed me. I don’t think he wanted them to…so they didn’t. Then came the crazy ones…the ones who stumbled through yesterday or last week or last year and never found their way back. That’s what I’ve become. Crazy, crazy Lady Stiletto. I don’t even remember who I was before that.

“And now he’s sent you… Someone who seems real, who might be able to rescue me, who might actually care…”

“He?” Max asked softly.

“The Ringmaster. Told us never to go into the funhouse, told us never to stray, but I knew he was bad inside, knew you were right, and I didn’t know what to do, so I went in and he…”

“I know.” Keeping a wary eye on the knife in her hand, Max edged closer. “But I’m not one of his freaks, and neither are you. I’ve seen reflections of you, but you’re different. You’re real.”

When she pressed the knife to his throat again, he didn’t flinch. Instead, he slowly raised his hand and wrapped it around her wrist. “You’re real. I’m real. Okay?”

He felt the edge of the knife bite into his skin and, as a trickle of warm blood ghosted down the skin of his throat, he gave her a steady, sincere gaze; never faltering, willing her to believe him—to believe in him.

I’m bleeding. I’m flesh and blood, like you. I’m real.

She held out a second longer, pressing the blade harder against his throat as she searched his face with a vulnerable hunger. Then she let the knife fall to the ground and buried her face in his neck, trembling.

Max wrapped his arms around her tightly, murmuring reassurances into her hair. The relief he felt at having found an ally was profound, but his attraction to Lady Stiletto was growing by the second, and she sensed it. Without pulling away, she slid a hand down between them.

He twitched and tensed as she cupped his cock and balls through his jeans, and felt himself getting harder in her palm. “It’s been seven years since I’ve touched a man. I’ve missed it.”

Max knew he should keep focused, knew she probably wasn’t playing with a full deck anymore. But the way she felt against him was too good to ignore, and he tilted up her chin to press his lips to hers. Lady Stiletto responded with a warm, lustful kiss that sent an extra jolt to his cock, and he slipped a hand up under her tiny skirt, needing to check she really wanted him, that she wasn’t just another reflection.

It had been so strange when he’d made love to a dream of her, had almost fucked a reflection of her; but this was different. She was real. She was a warm, sweet weight in his arms, and he breathed in the scent of her, feeling he needed it more than he needed air.

Even through the material of her panties, he could feel she was aroused. His fingers met damp heat, and she moaned as he rubbed his fingertips over where he guessed her clit would be. “This is real,” he whispered against her lips, and she nodded, taking his hand and pulling him over to the large heap of cushions in the corner of the room.


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Sunday Snog – A Caged Kiss

It’s Sunday Snog time again!

This time it’s from Model Submissive, the second book in my Rack and Ruin series. In this part of the book, Izzy (the model) and Luke (the photographer) are getting creative during a clothing photo shoot, and they end up a little bit distracted…This is probably a little bit longer than an excerpt should be, but it loses context if I cut any of it short, so here we go! 😉

Once I was settled on my knees, I looked up at Luke through the bars and smiled. “Like that?”

Something about the way I’d done it seemed to have stunned him into momentary silence. After a second, he shook it off. “Perfect. Now, give me your hair.”

I blinked up at him, confused, and he reached a hand through the bars to grab a gentle fistful of my hair and tug it towards him, threading it through the bars.


I got it, then, and gathered the rest of my long, unruly locks, resting my cheek against one of the bars as Luke pulled it all through the gap. In the process, he managed to tangle it, and I rolled my eyes at him. “Amateur. Go and find my hairbrush. It should be on the bar.”

He left with a quick grin, and I combed out a few of the tangles with my fingers as I waited. When he returned with the brush, and a few fake flowers I vaguely remembered seeing during the Spring Fetish themed night the club had had a while back, I nodded approval. “Okay, now gimme. It’ll take me half the time it’d take you. What were you thinking?”

He handed over the brush and flowers, and while he directed me, I separated my hair into pigtails and braided each one into the bars on either side of my head. When I was done braiding, I placed flowers at intervals within the strange iron-and-hair effect that resulted. “How do I look?”

“I can’t think of the right word, but take that as a compliment.” Luke snapped a few shots as I fiddled with the flowers, and then directed me to look out through the bars.

There was a little slack in the braids, but not much. I rested my face against the bars and looked up at him through my eyelashes innocently, as if to ask, ‘How did I get into this situation?’

Luke took a few pictures, then laughed. “I doubt Steph can use any of these. Your hair kind of upstages the clothes.”

“You wanna stop, get back to business?” I asked him.

After a second’s hesitation, he shook his head, his dark eyes more serious than the situation called for. I yearned to step out of the cage, to lean in and capture those sensuous lips in a hungry, no-holds-barred kiss, but I was tied to the spot—tied by my own damn hair.

“Then don’t stop,” I told him softly, and he recovered his poise, taking photograph after photograph as I watched him intently.

Knowing that Steph would never see these photos, I held nothing back, giving free reign to the lust inside me. Willing him to sense how much I wanted him. Letting the confused innocence fade out. Inviting the temptress within me out to play.

After a couple of minutes of giving me quiet instructions, which I followed without hesitation, Luke lowered the camera. “You know, if a fire broke out I’d have to cut your hair off to free you so we could escape.”

I fluttered my eyelashes at him. “And to pay you back, I’d have to cut off something so much more painful than your hair.”

“Ouch.” Grinning, he snapped a couple more shots, and then crouched in front of me, his face only inches from mine through the bars. I could smell his masculine scent, and I breathed deeply, wishing I could bury my face against his neck and lose myself in his intoxicating presence.

“And if I decided I wanted to kiss you right now…”

Luke watched me carefully for signs of refusal, his dark brown eyes intent on my face. My pulse pounded through my cunt, and I had to close my own eyes, the moment too charged for me to bear.

He didn’t need to finish the sentence. We both knew I’d be powerless to move away as he brushed his gorgeous lips against mine. We both knew I wouldn’t want to.

His fingers brushed my cheek, and I sighed softly, tilting my head to give him better access. He cupped my face in his hand, murmuring my name—my real name, this time. “Isabelle…”

I opened my eyes, a little surprised, just as his lips brushed mine. The kiss was soft and lingering, his tongue flicking out to brush mine as I gasped, pressing my face to the bars, wanting more, more…

Luke drew away as soon as he sensed my overwhelming desire, and I gave a tiny cry of disappointment. He smiled—that slow, tempting smile that never failed to make my knees weak—and I reached out through the bars, needing to pull him closer. “Come here.”

He stood up instead, and I narrowed my eyes at him in frustration. “Oh, you—“

“Just checking,” he said lightly, and picked up his camera again.

I stuck it out for a couple of minutes, but my impatience got the better of me and I pulled the flowers from my hair, one by one. “Gonna help me unbraid this?”

Luke sat down opposite me and began to unweave my hair from the cage bars. When he got into an inevitable tangle, I took over, my fingers brushing his as I gazed at him.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, choosing a different braid to undo with a slight smile.

“Sex.” The word was out of my mouth before I could stop myself, and his hands faltered at my directness, a startled laugh escaping his lips.

“That so?”

“Yeah, it is.” I was already in too deep—now that he’d kissed me, I was done wondering if he liked me as anything more than an art form to be captured.

“Interesting.” He worked the remaining hair loose from its iron trellis, then tugged on it, drawing my face up to the bars again. His lips were hot and hungry, his tongue heaven against mine, his hand reaching through the bars to touch me—

I sat back quickly, scooting out of his reach and making the cage rock around me. Outside, Luke watched me with helpless lust, his fingers curling around the bars instead of cupping my breast, the way he’d hoped.

“We have a job to do, remember? Steph’s counting on us.”

He nodded slowly. “Okay. Then here’s the way it’s gonna work. You do exactly as I say, when I say it. No touching, no kissing, unless I start it first. We get through these shots, Rapunzel, and then…”

I approached the bars again; pressed my body against them. “Then… what?”

“Then I get to taste what’s underneath that skirt.”

Rack and Ruin 2 – ‘Model Submissive’ – Just Released!

I was originally going to have Model Submissive (working title was Captured) as book three in the Rack and Ruin series – but book two (Smurfette’s book) was really not coming to me the way it should, and since book three was finished… well, it became the new book two. *grin*

You don’t have to have read Little Tease to drop into Model Submissive, since the lead character is Izzy and not Lena, who took centre stage in the first book.

You can read about Izzy’s adventures as a model on the book page – or on the product pages at Amazon US, Amazon UK, Smashwords or All Romance eBooks!

New Story – Switching Off – to be Featured in TEB’s ‘Switch’ Anthology

Yay! I’ve made it into Total-E-Bound’s ‘Switch’ anthology, which will be released in September this year. The theme of the anthology is BDSM switching, from Dominant to submissive (or vice versa).

My contribution will be called Switching Off, and will feature a woman with a dominant attitude to her work/life in general. When the stress of her life gets too hard, she takes her her sexy male friend up on his offer of a night of submission…

Here’s the blurb. 🙂

With his collar around her throat and her pulse pounding through her body, can she switch off enough to submit to his every whim?

Nina loves her job in middle-management—her dominant personality and organisational skills make her indispensable to her employers. But when her boss puts too many demands on her department, she finds it impossible to leave her job at her desk and enjoy her weekend with her sexy best friend, Jon.

When Jon takes away her phone and tells her she’s not allowed to check her emails until Monday morning, Nina challenges his right to order her around. His response is to kiss her into silence and then to order her to her knees. What’s even more startling is that Nina finds herself obeying—though not without a fight.

Can Jon succeed in getting Nina to switch off her managerial self as well as her phone? Or will she safeword before she can reach the sublime subspace he’s promised to guide her into?

Erotic Horror Story Smoke and Mirrors – Out Now!

Yay! My collaboration with Fleur T Reid, Smoke and Mirrors , was released yesterday. It’s part of the Scared Stiff collection (classy title, I know!), and if you buy it from Total-E-Bound’s website, you’ll be entered into the draw to win five ebooks of your choice.

Writing with Fleur was such an awesome experience… and I’d just like to blame all the really screwed up parts on her. No doubt she’d say the exact same thing about me, though, so I’ll leave you to decide who’s lying… 😉

When the circus comes to town, what will you see on the other side of the mirror?

Max has always been able to see things that aren’t there…or perhaps his visions show people’s true natures, in their reflections.

When he visits the circus one night, the last thing he expects is to fall in lust with the sexy knife-thrower, Lady Stiletto. But when he follows her into the funhouse – and into the hall of mirrors – they are both sucked into a warped and twisted world where time moves differently and nothing is what it seems…

Can Max find Lady Stiletto and save her from the madness of the mirror world? Or will he find only an echo, driven mad by the carnival of horrors they’ve been plunged into?

Preorder Hidden Heat, 4-Star Review for Little Tease, and More!

I’ve been pretty quiet lately, on the whole. I’ve got a lot of projects on the go, but I seem to be stalling on most of them!

Anyway, here’s a post with all my news and plans…

Preorder Hidden Heat Now!

Hidden Heat, my dystopian erotica novella, is out on Monday, and you can preorder it now from Total-E-Bound’s website. It won’t be on Amazon or anywhere else for three months, but you can grab it at TEB now! I hope you do, cause I really enjoyed writing it.

I’ve also started writing its sequel, tentatively titled Holo Betrayal (yes, I’ve been taking bad pun lessons from my friend Fleur T. Reid), which looks like it’s going to be full of twists and turns. Writing about corrupt governments and covert sex is so much fun… plus, the characters have kind of seized control of the whole thing. Don’t you just love it when that happens?

Little Tease gets four stars from The Romance Reviews!

Hot on the heels of Dominance and Deception‘s nomination for Best Erotic BDSM Romance 2011 (please go and vote!), The Romance Reviews has given Little Tease, the first book in the Rack and Ruin series, a four-star rating – which is pretty damn fine with me! Here’s an excerpt from the review:

I really thought that LITTLE TEASE was cute. Cute?? Yeah, cute, you read that right. I know BDSM romance isn’t normally considered cute, but the BDSM stuff really wasn’t the main focus of the story in my opinion. Yeah, there was some D/s power exchange, bondage and spanking, but that was about the extent of it. Most of the book really focused on the interaction between Josh and Lena outside of the D/s boundaries, and I loved that. […] My only complaint was that I wanted more. More of Josh and Lena, more of the club members…just more!

You can read the full review at the TRR website. Thanks, Rho!

What’s Next?

The next couple of weeks will be release weeks – Hidden Heat is out on Monday 26th March, and on Monday 2nd April my erotic horror collaboration with Fleur T. Reid, Smoke and Mirrors, will be released.

Having said that, all the work is done from my perspective, really. It has been for a few weeks – it’s over to my publisher now. So I get to sit back and watch… no, wait. That’s a huge lie!

Yep, I have a sequel to Hidden Heat to write. In addition to that, Rack and Ruin 2, Smurfette’s book, is still in its infancy, and I’m impatient to get that written so I can start squeeing over Izzy’s book, the third in the series (which is already written).

I also have a submission to Total-E-Bound’s Switch anthology to finish, and once that’s done I want to start a Gothic ghost story. My plate is well and truly full at the moment, and that’s not even counting my day job. Things might be slow in coming together, but bear with me – I’m still writing!