Archive | December 4, 2013

All proceeds from sales of LILY OF THE VALLEY through 12/16 will be donated to The Society for the Prevention of Teen Suicide.

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by Sarah Daltry


This isn’t a sweet and innocent coming of age story. If dirty talk, bedroom toys, and threesomes offend you… this is not your book. There are also no billionaires, strippers, or virgins. This is just the story of typical college kids trying to connect to each other.

“No one tells you about pain. They tell you that it hurts, that sometimes it’s consuming. What they don’t tell you is that it’s not the pain that can kill you. It’s the uncomfortable numbness that follows, the weakness in your body when you realize your lungs may stop taking in air and you just can’t exert enough energy to care. It’s the way taste and color and smell fade from the world and all you’re left with is a sepia print of misery. That’s when the shift starts – the movement from passive to active. I fall asleep, hoping that the morning will bring back the pain. At least the pain is a thing.”

Plagued by a dark past, Jack sees college as a way out. Desperate to escape the area where he grew up, the people who know his secrets, and his own family, he deals with his problems through alcohol and meaningless sex.

When he first sees Lily, she’s the epitome of everything he hates. Yet something about her makes Jack rethink everything he knows and assumes about other people. Now, with the help of his best friend and lover, Jack has to decide if he wants to pursue something that he knows will only end badly.

Can Lily be one of the few people who can see Jack for who he really is – or will his darkness be too much for her to handle?


Review ~ Sebastian and his Woodsmen by Evelise Archer

Sebastion and his woodsmanSebastian and his Woodsmen
by Evelise Archer

Blurb:Sebastian is about to turn twenty one, as the royal title of Calmedia will go to him upon his birthday. His stepfather, King Damian, a selfish king and is not happy on giving up power or the title. Conspiracy runs amuck, as Damian and his accomplice attempt to kill the prince and retain the throne for himself.

Sebastian realizes his life is in danger and flees the home which has always been his safe haven and into the arms of four gorgeous men.

Gage, Avril, Brighton and Dylan are partners and lovers, happy in their lives when Gage has a dream. A dream that will change their lives forever, as the young prince lands in the midst, where passion and lust abound.

The four lovers make room for Sebastian, taking the young prince into their lives, hearts, and bed; while attempting to keep him alive to reach his birthday.

Diana’s Review:
I agreed to read and review this book and free is always a good thing, right? This is a quick, sexy read.
Definately not for many readers and should be restricted to over 18 crowd. M/M/M/M/M

I have to say I like the way it was written, I think the story was very simple, boy is born, mother
dies in childbirth. Father doesn’t want the child, passes him to the mother’s sister to be raised. The child
is to become King on his 21st birthday, but daddy doesn’t want that and neither does the mother’s sister. .
hmmmmmm . I wonder if the title is a play on words.

The story seems to blur the lines between olden days of kings and kingdoms and modern times with the
technology the four Woodsmen have. The only woman in the book is not a good woman, definately not
honorable. The tale is . . . cute, and the sex is not tasteless. I kind of enjoyed reading the book since
I knew it was quick, 53 pages, and I could read it in one sitting.

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New Release- Sleeping Beauty and the Damned Demon

Kerrianne Coombes does not write your ordinary Fairy tale!

A witch’s trickery stole the key to Rhand’s happiness and peace. Alone, bitter and determined Rhand searches for what was taken from him. Ruthless beyond measure, nothing and no one will get in the way of fulfilling his promise to his people… until he meets a sleeping beauty.

Selma is wasting away, starved of light, love and happiness. Locked in a human insane asylum, cursed. Sleep steals most of her life and when she awakens the nightmares truly begin. She has given up all hope of escaping… until a dark stranger, with frightening eyes, secrets her away in the night.

Dark Magic, demonic lands and violent battles inhabit the world where he takes her, but nothing compares to the power of the love between Rhand and his Sleeping Beauty.

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Tamara’s Review:
Kerrianne Coombes does not write your ordinary fairy tale. Her world of twisted and erotic tales draws you in from the first word and keeps you turning pages until the very end.
Selma and Rhand’s story Twists Sleeping Beauty. Selma has had her life force stolen by a witch. When the Witch uses Selma’s power, Selma falls into a coma like sleep. Abandoned in the human realm, Selma has spent most of her life in an insane asylum.
Rhand is her unlikely prince. In no way charming, this Iron fae is known as the “King with the Iron Heart.” He does not come to Selma’s rescue, but instead to deliver her to another evil prince, bent on revenge.
But, Selma’s beauty and gentle soul melt the ‘iron heart’ of the erstwhile king.
Action, Adventure, Magic and Mayhem blend with a hot,sweet love story to make Sleeping Beauty and the Damned Demon a book you won’t want to miss!
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SSLY recommended read

Character Interview ~ Ivan Ershov ~ Ivan’s Captive Submissive

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Ivan Ershov

Introduce yourself. What book are you from? Are you the hero, heroine, villain?
My name is Ivan Ershov and among other things I am the head of a multi-billion dollar real estate business that I built from the ground up in Moscow, Russia. I would like to think that I’m the hero of ‘Ivan’s Captive Submissive’, but I believe that some will see me as the villain. It all depends on how you view the world. I am not an easy man, I never claimed to be, but when I love a woman I love her with all of my heart.
Who is the love of your life?
Ahh, my Gia. What did I first notice about her? It would have to be her big, brown eyes. She was standing on the stage at the Submissive’s Wish charity auction, so brave despite her obvious fear. Of course I am a man and I noticed her beautiful body and exotic looks, but it was her eyes that captured me. She is such an interesting mix of submission and spirit and when I look at her I see my future.

What’s your greatest fear?
I have no fear, and if I do I destroy it.

What’s your motto in life?
Veni, vidi, vici- I came, I saw, I conquered.

How do the other characters in your book view you?
It depends on who you ask. To some I am a cold, heartless bastard who is bent on world domination. To others I am a loyal friend, an honorable man, and in the case of my Gia, the love of her life.

What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done?
That is an interesting question, but I would think it depends on what your idea of kinky is. I am not a man to spread tales of my bed partners, but I will say that with Gia I have no limits. I will do everything and anything she desires to bring her pleasure, and my woman has a very, very, kinky imagination.

Will we be seeing you in future books?
Of course. Do not think my story ends with ‘Ivan’s Captive Submissive’. My friends and I are very close, and very loyal, so as the tale of our lives will of course involve all of us.

What makes you happy?
My Gia. She is my joy.

What makes you mad?
Anyone who threatens my family or those I love. Though I do not get made, I destroy them.

When Gia Lopez signs up for the Submissive’s Wish Charity Auction she has no idea that she’s about to be bought by a Russian Dom who will do anything to make her fantasies come true. Including staging an elaborate kidnapping that Gia believes is real. Ivan is instantly drawn to Gia and he wants to be the best Master she’s ever had. As he spends time with Gia he begins to have intense feelings for the strong, independent, and sexy American woman. He’s only won a week of her service but wishes to keep her forever.

Unaware of Ivan’s true feelings, Gia fights her growing emotional attachment to him. All she wants is to settle down with a nice Dom in the United States, continue her career, and live a normal life. However, Ivan sets a plan into motion that will push Gia to all of her limits and take her on a global journey of self-discovery, extreme pleasure, and love.

Warning: Contains Erotic Spanking, Subspace, f/f situations, a devastatingly sexy Dom who knows what he wants, and a submissive who just might be ready to give him what he needs.

Gia Lopez stood in a staging area for the submissive auction with a line of women covered in sheer black robes. Her long, light brown hair was twisted back into an intricate braid that was a work of art, but she desperately wished she’d gotten plastic surgery to take care of her big nose before agreeing to this. The other women who were going to be sold off with her were beautiful, each perfect and lovely in their own way.
She felt like a sparrow surrounded by peacocks.
While Gia had enough of a sense of self-worth to admit she was cute with her dimples and big brown eyes, she’d never be breathtaking like the auburn haired sex-bomb submissive next to her. Gia had a slender figure from her daily jogging, but with her small breasts she felt like a boy when compared with the curvy light auburn haired submissive.
Why couldn’t Gia have gone after someone who wasn’t a pinup girl?
A tall, blonde Domme, Mistress Alice, walked down the line of submissives. They were gathered in what looked like parlor with all the furniture moved out. Elegant watercolors still graced the walls and a tasteful chandelier graced the room in a golden light. The door to the room where the auction would take place was currently closed but, from her orientation earlier, Gia knew that on the other side, there was a curtained off area to hide them from the audience, and the stage where she would be sold to the highest bidder.
Mistress Alice paused now and again to point out something she wanted changed with a submissive’s hair or makeup and took a moment to speak with each woman. Up at the front of the line, a few men in brown leather loin cloths presented a nice visual treat as they were oiled up by a trio of giggling submissives.
Mistress Alice stopped before Gia and looked her over from head to toe. When she spotted the gold barbells piercing Gia’s nipples through the sheer cloth of the gown, she smiled. “Lovely touch against your nicely tanned skin. The gold works much better than silver.”
“Thank you, Mistress Alice.” Gia curtsied as she’d been trained and Mistress Alice’s gaze warmed.
The Domme tilted her head and studied Gia’s face. “You’re Mistress Viola and Master Mark’s girl from South Carolina, Gia.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Mistress Viola and Master Mark were my trainers.”
“Lovely couple. I met them once at a Domme convention in Las Vegas. They told me to keep an eye on you, that you have quite a temper and are very high spirited.”
Gia flushed and dropped her gaze. “I’m working on that, Mistress Alice.”
“Well don’t work on it too hard.” She leaned closer and whispered, “Some of us like a submissive with fire in their veins. We like the challenge and the constant battle for your submission.”
Gia started as the other woman gently bit her earlobe before leaning back. “Am I understood?”
A soft rush of desire went through Gia and she licked her lower lip. “Yes, Mistress.”
The desire unfurled gently in her belly as she relived her training and how she owed her trainers a debt she could never repay. It had been a unique experience to work with Mistress Viola and Master Mark. Together they’d helped her start her transformation into the kind of submissive she yearned to be. They’d also given her glorious orgasms that swept the world away and left her existing as a being of pure pleasure. Not only did they train her physically, they also helped her learn how to love herself just the way she was.
Mistress Viola was a plump, curvy, delicious armful of woman. By today’s standards she was considered overweight, but back in the 1950’s she would have been considered stunning. Gia had yet to see a man who didn’t gravitate to Mistress Viola in a room, no matter how many other women were there. The fact that her husband, the more traditionally handsome Master Mark, loved her beyond reason helped more than anything else to make Gia believe that maybe there was a man out there that could love her just as she was and give her the confidence to fully be the woman she wanted to be.
Beautiful, elegant, and loved.
Well, she wasn’t loved yet, but she would be. She had faith her Master was out there, looking for her. The thought of him being out there tonight, maybe waiting for her in the audience, sent an ache of longing through her. The practical part of her mind scoffed at the idea of soul mates and fate, but the romantic side of her nature insisted anything was possible.
A petite mahogany-skinned woman who reminded Gia of a pixie came up to Mistress Alice and knelt at her feet. “Mistress, Master Martin wishes me to inform you we have fifteen minutes until we begin.”
Mistress Alice nodded. “Thank you, Tilly.” She smiled at Gia, “Have fun, sweet girl. Whoever gets you is going to have their hands full.”
“Thank you, Mistress.” Gia bent into a graceful curtsey.
The pair went farther down the line and Gia tried to slow her breathing. The redhead in front of Gia turned around and gave Gia a dazzling smile. “First time?”
“Yes. Is it painfully obvious?”
“Yep. First timers are pretty easy to spot. You’re the only ones who aren’t excited. My name is Iris.”
“Gia. Nice to meet you.” Gia smiled and smoothed her hands against the sheer robe. “I take it by your lack of panic attacks you’ve done this before?”
“Oh, yes. This is my third time.” Iris gave a dreamy smile. “After the first auction, I was bought by a lovely Dominant couple. At the second auction, I met my husband, who is also my Master.”
Gia tilted her head in confusion. As far as she knew, this auction was for single, uncollared submissives. “If you have a Master, why are you doing this again?”
The woman laughed and fingered her collar. “Because he wants to win me all over again.”
Gia couldn’t help a small stab of envy. “That’s very romantic.”
A chime sounded three times. All of the submissives turned towards the sound, and the redhead leaned over to whisper into Gia’s ear, “Don’t freak out. Whoever you end up with is going to be one of the best Masters in the world. If you click, great. If you don’t, then you will, at the very least, come away from the experience as a better submissive. Besides, all of the Masters have your fantasies available to them, and only a Master or Mistress interested in fulfilling your fantasies will bid on you.”
Gia laced her fingers together, trying to keep her anxiety at bay. She didn’t want to start shaking like a scared puppy. “That’s what worries me.” She lowered her voice and leaned closer to Iris. “I shared a bottle of wine with my girlfriend before I filled my form out, and I’m afraid the fantasies I submitted are a little more…frank. Let’s just say I was super honest about what my deepest, darkest fantasies are. Like, embarrassingly honest. When I read what I had already submitted the next morning, I couldn’t look myself in the mirror for the rest of the day without feeling like a pervert.”
Iris giggled. “Oh, that does sound interesting. Care to share what one of those fantasies were?”
A stern man’s voice range out over the crowd. “Ladies, eyes on me.”

Author bio:
With over thirty published books, Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young age she’s been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she’s never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her ‘sexy space’ and has accepted that her Muse has a severe case of ADD.

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The Fangirl’s Dream ~ Fierce Dolan

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(4 flames)
Contemporary, Interracial, Erotic Romance

Siler Dunham would do anything to have Farraj Reza, hero of the smash network TV drama, “Endangered.” Every week she tunes in to watch him calculate the rescue of fellow bus crash survivors trapped deep in the jungle by a ruthless drug lord.

A federal public defender with a penchant for saving the unsavable, she can’t resist his sad story, or his badass charm. When she seeks a matchmaking service to meet him, their one night stand isn’t what she expected.

Forced to choose between unbridled lust and compassion, Siler must forgo her fantasy… or mustn’t she?


His lashes fluttered, then his eyes widened. The gun didn’t waver. “Who are you? Where did you come from?”

“I’m here for you, Farraj, or whatever your name is. I came to meet you. You know—”

He pressed the gun into her neck. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Hawa’a. That’s it right, what I’m supposed to say—some kind of watch word?”

He clenched his jaw and his cheek twitched, and she imagined feeling it under her lips. “Who told you that word?”

Balancing on her knees with her arms raised in surrender, she toppled onto her bottom. Grit clung to the back of her legs. Something’s not right. “Madame Eve, the woman who arranged our meeting. She told me to say Hawa’a, first thing.”

As much as her restricted movement allowed, she looked around. Tiny beach. Palm trees. Crystal clear water. The cove….

Annoyed, Siler nudged the gun back with her elbow and stood, brushing sand from her bottom and smoothing her wilting skirt. Sweat beaded her brow, and her carefully disheveled tresses cascaded in limp curls over her shoulders.

“What is this?” Knuckles bracing her hips, she glared down the lowered barrel. “This is not what I asked for. What the fuck? Is this some kind of joke?”

Disappointment rolled in her stomach and tears stung her eyes. I’m such an idiot. “You know what? Let’s just forget this whole ‘one-night’ thing, and I’ll go home.” Palms up, she took a step to one side then the other. The only evident path lay behind him. She would have to pass him, and the shotgun.

Author Bio:
Erotic mezzofiction writer, Fierce is imagination shapeshifted as a scribe taunting blank pages and carpal tunnel, neither of which are much use for deadlines. Close allies are impeccable timing and a trusty masseuse. Being a switch I/ENFP doesn’t hurt. For kicks Fierce has other personas across several genres, tends to fill in “Other” on surveys without explaining, and chooses the finality of the Japanese Tamagotchi.

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