Hot, Rich and Dominant 6: Risk and Reward – OUT NOW!

I’m proud to announce that the Hot, Rich and Dominant series is now COMPLETE! Book six, Risk and Reward, is out today! At the moment I only have links for Amazon (if you’re in the UK, click here!), All Romance eBooks and Smashwords, but as soon as I have others, I’ll post them here. Unfortunately, iTunes will take a few days, but everything else should be within the next 24 hours. 🙂

As I’ve also stated in my author’s note at the end of the book, I could never have done this without the support of everyone who’s told me how much they’ve enjoyed the books, and nudged me to find out when the next one will be out. You guys have made my millenium. Thank you, thank you, thank you. <3


“Every now and then, a Dom needs to accept a truth from his sub. This is one of those times, Sir, and you know I’m right.”

Trust and determination…

Nell is now Marc Cassidy’s collared submissive, despite being horrified by the dark family secret he has finally revealed to her. Together with Marc’s sister Serena, they hatch a plan to make his father pay for the crimes he has committed.

Unexpected trouble…

When things go awry and Nell is left to face the tyrannical head of the Cassidy Corporation alone, she finds herself tied up in a completely different situation to the BDSM play she loves. The stakes are high, and Marc will be forced to choose between his family and his submissive…assuming he can find Nell in time, and assuming she’s still alive.

Love Versus Want

In erotic romance fiction, which statement has the most effect on you? “I love you” or “I want you”?

Personally, in most books I’d have to say “I want you” is more emotion-provoking to read (since declarations of love and want are likely to inspire different emotions in the reader, let’s stick with non-specifics there!). For me, that’s mainly because “I love you” is so overused that unless the situation is very specific, it’s almost clichéd.

That’s not to say love has no place in erotic romance – but you can have romance pre-love, and you can also have characters who clearly love each other but never say it. It’s also commonly used for platonic types of love between family and friends.

“I want you” is a clear statement of raw desire, and it’s very, very direct. If a character tells the object of their affections that they want them, it’s pretty damn clear (in 99% of scenes) what they mean. Having one character admit that to another just gives me tingles. 😉

Here’s a little snippet from Battle of Thrills (where the characters are playing a mental game with each other – ‘Tease, tempt, tremble… but don’t touch’):

She gave a soft sigh in response, a whispered moan, retreating a few inches and giving them both room to breathe. His self-control began to slip at the sound, and he turned back to the window, watching the rain bounce off the pavement outside.

“I want you…” He wasn’t sure how he heard her whisper over the cacophony of the storm, but he did, and his resolve weakened still further at the directness of her phrasing.

Struggling to hold on, he told the window, “Then you know what you have to do.”

“Or what I have to make you do,” she pointed out, her voice sounding closer. She was standing behind him.

“Been trying that for a week.”

“And you think you can hold out a week longer?”

He turned to face her. “Can you?”

She bit her lip, unable to answer. He knew exactly how she felt—every molecule in his body screamed for her to touch him again.

To give himself something to do, he busied himself with her clothes. Her shirt was too fitted for him to strip it from her body without touching her, but her skirt was a simple matter, once he’d located the zip that loosened it enough for gravity to do the rest.

Her thong was black, a sharp contrast to the pale beauty of her skin. He traced the contours of the newly-revealed flesh—curving out from her waist to form her shapely hips, then running down to her upper thighs—with his eyes. And there was the tattoo he’d noticed earlier in the week—a pen and a sword, crossed as if they were locked in combat. Typical Elle.

She fidgeted, seeming all too aware of his hungry gaze, and for a moment he wondered if there was any way to strip off her thong without touching her. Even before he’d finished the thought, he knew he couldn’t, but he was no longer sure if he cared.

He hesitated for one long moment, his obstinacy warring with his need for her.

I want you…

If she hadn’t said it, he might have been able to stay for a while longer, to remain in her presence long enough to make her give in to him. But she had, and the only way to stay in the game was to get out of there, right then.

He picked up his discarded shirt and shrugged it on, giving her one more appreciative look. His eyes lingered for as long as he could stand to look, then he stepped back. “Goodnight, Elle.”

Her face was a mirror of what he felt—a mixture of disappointment at his decision and relief their intriguing battle of wills remained intact. “Night, Jared…”

He scooped up his keys from the table and left before he could change his mind, moving from the warmth and character of her apartment to the cool, impersonal hallway outside. Instead of waiting for the elevator, which would give his resolve too much time to deteriorate, he took the stairs and headed out into the storm, buttoning his shirt on the way.

His cell phone rang the second he unlocked the car, and he stared from the display bearing Elle’s name up to her window. The curtains were drawn, but one of them twitched as he answered the call, and he knew she could see him. “Yeah?”

“You forgot your wallet,” she said, so innocently that he just knew she’d moved it from its resting place by his keys. “Lucky I noticed before you got home, huh?”

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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‘Switching Off’ – Out Now!

Switching Off is available now as a single release at the TEB Store, Amazon US, Amazon UK, All Romance eBooks and Kobo, with Nook links to come. 🙂

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, 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?

Melting Mondays Guest – Marlene Sexton on Devious Submission

A warm welcome to this week’s Melting Mondays guest, Marlene Sexton! Take it away, Marlene… 😀


Devious Submission is the first episode of a new serial erotic romance.  I’ve become interested in writing serials, stories that are presented in episodes like TV shows.  Each episode has a beginning and end but there is also a series long story line and possibly other story lines that span one or more episodes.  I think it’s a great way to present stories on e-reading devices to readers that are on the go.  No $15 cover price, no commitment to 700 pages of story that may or may not be satisfying and stories that can be read on an airplane flight or the bus to the office.

The Submission Series, as I call it, is an erotic thriller.  The sex is explicit and hot with a lot of BDSM and the rest of the story is full of action and intrigue.  The story follows a woman that involves herself with a billionaire for payment but it turns into so much more, no one is who they seem and every one had secrets.  Basically, erotic romance meets daytime soap.  Here’s a little taste:

I went inside as directed by the driver and took a seat in the parlor. The house was big and reminded me of an old lodge. Suddenly I was keenly aware of how short my dress really was and how deeply the neckline plunged. I was also aware of how excited I’d become. Mr. Remington was in his early fifties, but he was still a sexy man. His short hair with gray on the sides, angular face with a trimmed beard with a streak of gray and athletic body were right up my alley, but it was his power that turned me on.

A beautiful, conservatively dressed woman interrupted my thoughts as she entered the room. She had shoulder length blonde hair curled under and was thin and fit. “So, you’re Nathan’s latest? Not bad, if a little thin. I’m guessing those are real,” she said as she sat opposite me on a matching sofa. Her voice had a hard edge to it.

“Excuse me?” I asked startled by her abruptness.

“Your tits. They’re real aren’t they?” she asked again.

“Yes. Who are you?” I asked.

“Of course, I should have known. I’m Muriel, Nathan’s wife,” the woman told me.

“Oh, I…um…,” I stammered but Mr. Remington saved me.

“Dear, annoying my mistress again?” he said as he walked into the room.

“Just saying hello to the little slut. Nice meeting you, Ms…,” Muriel explained and then paused.

“Wilson. Kimmie Wilson,” I responded.

“Oh, how…quaint. Let me guess. Farm girl looking to find her fortune in the big city? Well, nice meeting you Ms. Wilson. I’m sure my husband will enjoy beating you or whatever it is he does with the whores he brings home. I’ll be upstairs, Nathan,” Muriel said as if just uttering the words disgusted her. I watched her go as she left the room. She was only thirty-seven and very pretty. I felt horrible for her. Why would Mr. Remington do this too her, I wondered.

“Should I have Carl bring you more vodka and valium, dearest?” Mr. Remington asked as she left.

“Fuck you, Nathan!” she responded bitterly from the stairs in the foyer.

“Don’t mind her. She’s a drama queen. Anymore we’re husband and wife in name only. I wish things were different but…,” Mr. Remington said to put me at ease and then left his thought hanging. I almost felt bad for Mr. Remington.

“I won’t let it bother me, Mr. Remington,” I answered.

“Call me, Nate. Please. Can I get you something to drink?” he asked. He seemed different than I had heard. I’d been told he was a severe man but he seemed charming and friendly, an act no doubt.

“Yes, please, Mr. Rem…I mean Nate,” I answered.

“What’s your poison?”

“I like white wine.”

“White wine it is. While out drinks are on the way, why don’t you slip out of that dress for me,” Nate said.

“Here? Now?” I asked surprised at his request. His wife was upstairs yet he wanted me to undress in the parlor? Modesty aside, I found the request to be rather exciting. Still, I was hesitant.

“Yes. Right here and right now, Kimmie. I don’t like having to ask twice,” he said and I didn’t miss the edge in his voice. He took a seat in the leather chair between the two matching sofas and pushed a button on the black box sitting on the table next to him. I stood and began to slip out of my dress.

Episode 2, Desperate Submission, is out now as well as the first Episode, Devious Submission.  All five episodes will be released during autumn 2012 and are available at the ebook retailers below:

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‘Hot, Rich and Dominant 2 – Learning Curve’ – Cover and Blurb Preview!

It’s true! I’m going for a sequel to Hot, Rich and Dominant – and there’ll be a little bit more than just spanking in this one, kink-wise. Nell is still new to the scene, so obviously there’ll be a learning curve for her… and of course, Marc needs to learn all her curves… 😉

Dinner with a dominant millionaire…

Nell has enjoyed a mind-blowing afternoon of hedonistic discovery in Marc Cassidy’s office. The heir to the Cassidy Corporation is nothing like the irresponsible, cocksure type she imagined, and what’s more, he’s got his sights set on more than just one office tryst. They have a dinner date, and she’s out of her depth…

Skipping dessert…

Nell can’t be sure of much where Marc is concerned, but she knows one thing – he wants her. Not just in his bed, but in his private dungeon. She’s a newbie to all things kinky, but she can’t deny that her submissive streak runs deeper than she ever knew. Can she bear the pain side of BDSM, or will she safeword out of the scene before their relationship can reach new heights – subspace and beyond?