Book Release Schedule

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

November 18th – Club Alpha Boxed Set


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


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

Complex Triggers New Social Media

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


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

Fashion portrait of young pretty woman

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


December 26th – Always the Quiet Ones


Re-edited re-release of this book.


February 6th – Dominance and Deception

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Re-edited re-release of this book.


February 10th – another boxed set

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

Not Your Damn Dom – OUT NOW!

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

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

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

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

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

But keeping vanilla? That’s gonna be hell.

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

I can’t be her damn Dom.

Not Your Damn Submissive – Out Now!

It’s taken me a few days to get around to posting this, but Not Your Damn Submissive is now live and ready for readers!

I’m beyond pissed off with Callum Connors.

Yeah—the Callum Connors, star of my favourite TV show…and all my most private fantasies.

He’s a self-confessed Dom, and he wants me, even though I told him outright that I’m not interested in submission or in him.

But then I kissed him.

What possessed me? I don’t even remember who started it, me or him—just that I brushed against him, and then we were on the way to third base in the middle of the set.

Maybe I should have told him no again afterwards, but I just wanted to escape before he tried to take it further. I didn’t think I’d be able to resist him.

I still don’t.

Now he’s somehow thrown us together for two whole weeks, getting the studio to temporarily change my job from set decorator to his personal assistant. I can live with being his assistant, but I am not his damn submissive.

No matter how sexy he is.

Grab a copy at Amazon US, Amazon UK, All Romance eBooks, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords or Kobo – the launch price is only $0.99!

BDSM Bedtime Stories: Dominance and Deception

Oh, have I got a treat for you guys! ^_^ Thanks to the lovely BookAddict, and featuring the gorgeous growly tones of Sirly Eric from the BDSM group on Goodreads, here’s a 25-minute BDSM Bedtime Story taken from my full-length novel, Dominance and Deception.

Here’s the excerpt that’s in the video – warning, things are gonna get steamy in a MMF BDSM way… 😉 Continue reading

Melting Mondays: Ranae Rose eroticises ‘Wuthering Heights’

My Monday guest today is Ranae Rose, whose erotic revamp of Wuthering Heights for Total-E-Bound’s Clandestine Classics line is out today. Congratulations, and happy release day, Ranae!

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Wuthering Heights – Why I Wrote a BDSM Romance Edition

Today is release day for Wuthering Heights – my edition of the beloved literary classic. I revisited Wuthering Heights (one of my favorite books of all time) for the Clandestine Classics imprint (by Total-E-Bound Publishing) and wove an enhanced BDSM erotic romance storyline into the original novel.

I guess that may sound a little shocking at first – at least, if the general media reaction is any indication, it does. But to me, the idea seemed perfectly natural from the get-go. I’ve been a diehard fan of Heathcliff and Cathy for quite a while, and have always dreamed of something more for them – who hasn’t? It’s such a tragic story, and despite Heathcliff and Cathy’s considerable faults, I could never help but admire their passion and want them to be together anyway.

Now, I’m not saying I changed the storyline of the original – I didn’t. In fact, my edition of Wuthering Heights contains each word of the original, plus an enhanced erotic romance storyline woven in, blended with the rest. And as soon as Claire (CEO of Total-E-Bound) approached me about the line, I thought ‘BDSM Wuthering Heights’.

My intent in revisiting Wuthering Heights was to capture the spirit of Heathcliff and Cathy’s romance and to explore that dimension of the story further. It’s my opinion that BDSM practices (such as the bondage and spanking I included) do just that. It was important to me to keep everything in character, and I believe that all the sexual encounters I portrayed are in tune with the dynamics of Heathcliff and Cathy’s relationship (which is anything but a typical relationship, as anyone who’s read WH knows). I wouldn’t have included the bondage or spanking if I hadn’t thought it perfectly in tune with the characters; Wuthering Heights is too precious to me to stray away from the true spirit and dynamics of the story. Heathcliff and Cathy are extreme characters who live and die ensnared by an extreme sort of love; I don’t think the sexual practices I’ve written about are overly-extreme for them at all. In fact, I think readers will be surprised by the tenderness of their ‘BDSM’ sexual relationship. And I’ve included an excerpt in this post so you can have a taste of Heathcliff and Cathy’s new adventures – or rather, the adventures that always seemed to be simmering beneath the surface, just out of reach … perhaps written down on some hidden pages.

Heathcliff must have been similarly afflicted, for he glimpsed my departure and, unbeknownst to me, followed me out of doors. He made his presence known in the stable, giving me a terrible fright by striding into the tack room and laying a hand on my shoulder just as I was reaching for my saddle. “It’s too dark to ride,” he told me. “There’s only a sliver of a moon tonight—try it and you shall cause your mare to break her leg out on the marsh.”

He stepped in front of me and my ire rose—to think that he should try to prevent me from relieving my torturous feelings when it was he who caused them in the first place! I told him that I would not ride my mare out onto the marsh, for I was not a fool, and demanded that he remove himself from my way, or else saddle my horse for me.

He had the gall to refuse, and promised that we would ride together in the morning, when our journey would be made safe by the light of the sun.

I assured him that I could not possibly pass the night in my current state, and that I desired escape from the house and the distress he had caused me.

He said he would stay with me till morning, and that we might weather the darkness together. Ignorant of the true meaning of his words and the potential of his suggestion, I succumbed to a rather spectacular fit of temper, furious that he should continue to detain me. Using my fingernails as a cat uses its claws, I struck his chest and shoulders, attempting to make him stumble or shrink away from me so that I might slip by him and seize my saddle.

He did neither, and instead stood as steadfastly as a stone wall, unyielding to my vicious efforts to move him. After a few moments, I began to feel ashamed, for I could see that I had marred his chest with a red furrow that stood out just above the collar of his shirt, which was the only garment he wore on the upper half of his body. At that moment, I made up my mind to abandon him and the saddle, silently vowing that I would ride my mare bareback, under the light of the moon. When I turned on my heel and attempted to escape the tack room, Heathcliff seized me around the waist and pulled me against himself, wrapping me so tightly in his arms that I might as well have been bound by heavy chains.

I shouted for him to release me, but as I struggled, something curious happened—my skin warmed and my every nerve seemed to hum with excitement, as if suddenly brought to a new kind of life by the intimate position I shared with Heathcliff. I continued to writhe, but the friction my motions created became a sort of pleasure in and of itself, and I knew that it had affected a change in Heathcliff too, for I heard him groan and felt him shift against me, pressing something hard against the small of my back. This development sent a shiver of exhilaration down my spine, though at the time, I still possessed only the vaguest of ideas as to what would occur next. Heathcliff’s intent became clearer when he laid his hands on my shoulders and turned me about so that I faced him. I’d scarcely met his eyes when he pressed me against a wooden beam, pinning me against it with the weight of his own body. The rigid rod tenting the front of his trousers now pushed against my belly, caught betwixt our bodies—a fact I could not help but be aware of. I acknowledged its presence with a breathless gasp, and a thrill of expectation went through me when his dark eyes met mine. I had looked into them many a time, and yet, never had I seen the gleam I saw then, the intensity of which was the cause of my excitement.

“Listen to me, Cathy,” he said. “It’s only the two of us. You must listen to me when it’s only us—you may command me in the others’ presence, but that shall stop when we are alone together.”

I possessed neither the power nor the will to contradict him—not when his gaze held me captive more effectively than his grip, and his body felt so powerful against mine. We had stolen kisses before, and the sensations I’d felt then were much like the ones I experienced as he held me there, his eyes full of promise—promise of what, exactly, I had yet to discover.

As I stilled and said nothing, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. I expected a kiss, or perhaps a tender caress, and was much perplexed when he broached an unexpected and less pleasant subject.”Do you remember when I first came to Wuthering Heights, years ago?” As he spoke, he plucked a familiar instrument from the wall—a riding crop.

“Yes,” I replied, somewhat breathlessly. “Of course.”

“Ah,” he said, leaning close to me again, so that his breath warmed my lips when he breathed, “Then you remember spitting at me because you were angry that your father brought me home to you instead of a new riding crop.” He raised the crop he gripped in his hand so that the flap of leather on the end touched my face. Ever so slowly, he stroked my cheek, and the touch of leather against my skin was as gentle as a breeze. I can’t yet reason why, but I quivered with elation, even as guilt assailed me, conjured by the memory he had invoked.

“I was but a child,” I protested, “and that was a dozen years ago.”

“You spat at me and then turned your back. You refused to allow me into your bed,” he reminded me.

“You have spent many nights in my bed since,” I said.

“Years ago,” he replied. “A habit that we quit when we left childhood behind. I have given it some thought and I rather think that it’s a practice we should take up again.”

I’ll swear my heart skipped a beat at the notion of sharing my bed with Heathcliff, and what that would mean now that we were older, our relationship having progressed irrevocably beyond our former bond as childhood playmates. I exhaled as he continued to stroke my cheek with the crop, a rhythmic motion that seemed to promise much more than gentle caresses. “That crop,” I worked up the courage to ask, “what do you intend to do with it?”

“Much,” he replied.

I entreated him to tell me more.

“I mean to drive out every last bit of your worries and your defiance, until I am all you can think about, and my name is the only thing you can shout,” he said. “Would you like that?”

I could not deny that his words thrilled me, and told him as much.

He responded by releasing me, leaving me to languish against the beam, eyeing the crop he wielded and the bulge that strained against his trousers. Seeing him in such a state roused something inside me, and inspired in me an admiration that stole my breath away. I felt as if I were seeing Heathcliff not as I had always known him, but as I had always been meant to know him. As I regarded him I considered his words, and at first I thought to protest, but he quelled those intentions with a command I could not deny. “Bend over that saddle,” he said, in a tone so firm that I took a step forward, ignoring my weak knees as I made my way towards the very object that I had been attempting to claw my way to only minutes ago.

The saddle rested on a simple wooden rack that extended from the wall, and was at a level that allowed me to bend over it quite easily—an action which brought a pleased expression to Heathcliff’s face. My heart thrilled at the sight of his satisfaction, and I wriggled anxiously against the leather as I awaited the fulfilment of his lofty promise.

Next, he used a long set of driving reins as one might use a rope, securing my wrists and ankles with a couple of knots, so that I was tied fast to the saddle in a way that would prevent me from rising or slipping. Perhaps it is strange, but this caused me to feel secure, rather than trapped—the knots were comforting because he had tied them. When that was done, he raised my skirt and petticoats above my waist and lowered my drawers, exposing my buttocks. I fear I cannot put into words the excitement I felt when his hand brushed across my bare skin—it was the first time he had touched me there, and I had done so sparingly on a few occasions when my own natural curiosity and daring thoughts of Heathcliff had conspired to overwhelm me. I was soon glad of the restraints he’d created for me, for when he caressed my bottom one last time and then rose at last, I trembled with anticipation and might have fallen if he hadn’t secured me.

“My Cathy,” he said as he stood, surveying me.

This endearment only increased my tremors, and my gaze settled again upon the instrument he held in one hand. He gripped it firmly, his hand much more steady than my own quivering limbs as he stepped behind me.”Count each strike of my whip, Cathy,” he instructed. “Cry out if you wish, cry my name—anything you desire, but don’t forget to count, unless you wish me to stop. I shall continue as long as you persist counting. And if anytime you should stop counting, I shall stop too.”

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Ranae Rose is the bestselling author of over a dozen paranormal, historical and contemporary romances, all of them delightfully steamy. She lives on the US East Coast with her family, dogs and horses and spends most of her time letting her very active imagination run wild, penning her next story. When she’s not writing, she can usually be found in the saddle or behind a good book with a cup of tea.

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Dominance and Deception Nominated for Best Erotic BDSM Romance – Please Vote!

I’m incredibly stunned and excited to say that Dominance and Deception has been nominated for best Erotic BDSM Romance 2011 at The Romance Reviews – I just didn’t even see it coming.

Please, pretty please, if you’ve read it and liked it (or just like my work in general), sign up for a free TRR account and vote for me! I will love you forever and ever. Realistically, I don’t think I’m a big enough name yet to win any awards, but there’s a tiny, hopeful little piece of my heart that really wants to win. *grin* If I do win, I’ll hold a big awesome competition of awesome or something, with exciting prizes!

Thanks for reading, whatever you decide to do. 🙂

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Dominance and Deception Now Available on Amazon!

Whoo hoo!

During its first quarter, Dominance and Deception was exclusively available to buy through Total-E-Bound’s online store. Now it’s been out three months, you can grab it at Amazon US, Amazon UK and All Romance eBooks, too!

Some more good news – my horror erotica story, Smoke and Mirrors (cowritten with Fleur T. Reid) will be featured in the Scared Stiff anthology due out next year. Prepare to be turned on and terrified!

Finally, Shocked is available to preorder now, and released on Monday. Grab it now!

5 Stars for ‘Dominance and Deception’!

This amazing five-star review landed in my inbox today – I’m so flattered and pleased!

I’m thrilled with Ms. Valenti’s characters because none of the BDSM people are in the lifestyle due to some messed up abuse from their past […] Instead, they are everyday normal people who love to get the kink on. Oh boy, is the kink hot.

This D/s relationship, which also included a very hot ménage with Faye subbing for two men, made me want to jump my spouse […] Her techniques are pure D/s with some great mind fucking. […] Going back to basics is pretty hot […]

While it’s easy to categorize this book as a BDSM book, it’s more than just a sex book. The plot development was tightly written, detailing the work life of people in law enforcement. The twists and turns in the story kept me constantly guessing and wanting to know what was next. I loved how her story surprised me at each turn. There were no predictable scenarios and outcomes. It is so refreshing to read a romance story where the couple didn’t immediately move in with each other and profess their undying love within weeks of meeting. The book takes us through two years of loving and growth between Zack and Faye. Watching them grow closer together and the ups and downs in their relationship brought a smile to my face.

Happiness and joy! 😀

You can read the full review at The Romance Reviews, where it’s classed as a Top Pick. *squee*

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I thought this day would never come! You can buy and read Dominance and Deception from RIGHT NOW, which is the most exciting thing ever!

If you still need some convincing, the lovely S. Dora is hosting a Q and A with me today, and there are a couple of little excerpts from the novel there. 😉

Not only that, but the awesome Ranae Rose is hosting me, too – check out the ‘kinky cop’ blog post and excerpt here!

And if you STILL need more, I’m pondering the answer to a question on Lavinia Lewis’ blog: is Dominance and Deception more about dominance, or deception?

If all that can’t convince you to zip over to Total-E-Bound and buy a copy, then nothing will!

So, what’s next?

I have a sexy little short named Battle of Thrills coming out this time next week – watch this space, and you won’t miss out!

Dominance and Deception Now Available for Pre-Order!


Dominance and Deception is now available for pre-order at Total-E-Bound’s website!

Grab the ebook now for just £3.49, and it’ll be available to you the moment it’s released on Monday. Plus, I will love you forever. 😉

If you’re holding out for something you can touch, the print version will be out in January… but if you buy an e-copy AND a print copy, I will cry with gratitude. Seriously. Prove that you did, and I’ll post pictures of my tears of joy. :p Remind me I said that in January. XD