Thursday, 29 January 2015

Todays Guest Author - Honor James


Honor James has a hot new M/F/M release coming to Siren on Jan 30th. 

Violet’s Protectors – Beyond The Veil 6 
http://www.bookstrand.com/violets-protectors 

Violet King has only had two major goals in her life, keep from being killed from those who want her throne, and avoid her mates at all costs. The first is easily achievable, the second is heartbreaking and will leave her to forever walk the Realms alone. There is a problem, though. If she never meets her mates than an entire Race will die out.
Given a task by their new king to bring a friend to the throne home, Viper and Ladon never expected to find their mate at the same time. With trouble coming for her there is only one option, do whatever is necessary to get her beyond the Veil to safety. What comes after will forever alter everyone, and everything—forever.
A prophecy speaking of death is now in play, turmoil between Earth and the Realms has reached an all-new level, and time is beginning to run out for them all.




  
STORY EXCERPT

September 30, 2035

There was a movement, the slightest flutter of a curtain which told the secrets held within. There was life, there was movement, and that meant that there was a chance that there was a person or persons inside of the home who might be able to shed some light on the mystery.
When the curtain fell back into place, however, there was no dawning knowledge, there was no blinding accuracy in simply knowing. Instead there was silence.
Frustration was the name of the game at this moment, and it was not something that she enjoyed. At all. Frustration was a bitter pill to swallow and one that more often than not got stuck in the craw of one’s throat.
Rubbing the back of her neck, Violet turned away from the conundrum that was before her. She leaned back in the seat she took outside of a cafe and sipped at the cocoa that she had been given and tried to think of what was going on.
Pulling out her old ratty notebook she fished out a pen from the bottom of her backpack and wrote her notes into the old-fashioned notebook.
While there was a presence inside of the home, there wasn’t a response when the bell was rung, nor was there when a delivery arrived via courier. Suspiciously there was another person who arrived to let the delivery in, however from where the party came from I don’t know.
Vi chewed her pen cap and then tapped it to her lip before she continued.
The being inside of the home is not a human. I can tell that much from the sidewalk. I’m not certain just exactly what the race is for this being, however I have to be honest here–the feeling is malevolent and the malcontent that is all but pouring out of the home is nearly blinding.
She had to shiver. She didn’t like it at all. There was something more about this job than just trying to figure out exactly who or what was inside of the home, she didn’t like that.
I keep finding myself questioning this assignment. I keep finding myself wanting to walk away from it, and if not for the plea from the woman on the other side of this equation I would have walked away by now. If a major change doesn’t occur within the next two days I am walking away. I have found nothing as of yet and can’t shake the feeling that I’m being set up for some reason. I just wish that I knew what it was that I was being set up about.
I think that it’s time that the discussion is had with the bosses. I’m ready to turn in my notice and walk away from it all. I think that the ones that hunt me are starting to get close again and that’s why this assignment feels off. I think that it’s time to disappear again.
Words she quickly scribbled out and then pulled the page out to tear into small pieces so that she could dump them into her coffee cup to toss away. Violet sighed and closed her eyes. God, she was not in a good place right now. Not with this assignment and with anything.
Quickly Violet shoved her pink and blue hair back behind her ears. The short hair in the back, long in front, a far cry different from what she was born with. The only thing Violet couldn’t change was her eyes. Eyes that denoted exactly who she was, the status and hierarchy that she held. If she wanted it. But she knew that to take the position that she was born to take would mean her death.
Fabulous.
Not.
I believe that this being that I’m chasing, this Luhpyne that is supposed to be harming children and women, is not an actual person, but a set of persons. I don’t truly believe that the being in the home is a human, but I don’t get the feeling that they are Luhpyne either. I truly believe that whatever, whoever is inside of that home is evil and therefore it’s time to turn this case over to the AEDA. I just hope that I can turn this into them without whoever I talk to realizing just what, and worse, who I am.
She hesitated and bit her lower lip. Yeah. That would not be good. She had come to Earth far before the Veil fell. She had hidden when yet another attempt on her life was thwarted. An attempt that had cost the life of one of her oldest and dearest friends. A Draygon.
It was when that happened that Violet went to the only being she could trust, Drakos. King of the Draygons, he realized just who and what she was and realized that she held a secret. One that she kept close. No, Drakos was an honorable and good man and helped her to disappear onto Earth. A land that the Races viewed with disdain from afar.
Violet, however, lost herself on Earth. She had flitted from city to city and watched the humans as they learned, as they grew, and as they finally began to make advances into technology.
“Shit,” Violet grumbled and shoved all of her stuff back into her backpack.
She knew that it was time to turn her files over to the AEDA and disappear. She hadn’t talked to Drakos since he helped her to hide the first time but now that the Veil had fallen, perhaps she should reach out to him again. Maybe it was time to lose herself in one of the Realms since someone had obviously found her here on Earth.

ADULT EXCERPT

“Fuck.” She all but moaned that singular word when the new angle of her body opened her fully for both of their rather large hands to tease and worship her skin. “That feels so damn good.” It had been far, far too long since she allowed herself to feel anything like this, and even then it felt nothing like this was feeling, because no one had been her mate until now.
Ladon rubbed his fingers over her pussy, between her folds and through the moisture there. Sliding his fingers back, he spread her juices to her anus. Over and over he did the same, each time he rubbed more to her ass, pressing in a little each time until he breached her with a finger. “Gods, you’re so fucking tight,” he growled out next to her ear.
“More,” was all that Violet could say in reply. She was tight because she had never, ever allowed anyone to touch her there. None had ever felt right but she knew that these men were right. They were hers and she was theirs, for now and for the rest of time. She belonged to them as they did to her. “Again,” she begged him. “More, I want everything with the two of you. I finally want to feel whole.”
The sensations were amazing, the feeling of these men touching her as they did. It was perfect, and their hands seemed to move in perfect harmony. Violet finally looked up at Viper and her breath caught in the back of her throat. This was what she needed. Him. Them. Everything. “God yes,” she moaned. “Perfect.” She whimpered. “Please, kiss me?” She requested of Viper. She needed more, needed that connection and was desperate to forge it with them.
Dipping his chin, he brushed his lips to hers slowly. He nipped at her lip right when Ladon pressed his finger in deeper, slowly stretching her. Viper captured her moan with a deep kiss while Ladon began to slowly stroke his finger in and out of her ass.
Violet shivered and jerked, her body was moving in desperation and need. When she parted from Viper her eyes were glowing, the need was there just as it was on her Draygon. “Please.” She whispered that singular word for him and Ladon alone. She would never beg another being, only these two men.
“Hold on,” Ladon said next to her ear. “We still have to stretch you more, you’re so fucking tight, sweetheart. You cannot come, though, no matter what, you can’t come without us. Remember that, and if it becomes too much, say something, we’ll take a breather until you’re balanced again.” She felt him stretching her more. “Working two in now, Vi.”
Vi nodded and let her forehead drop to Viper’s chest. She was clenching her hands on his arms tightly. “I won’t come without the two of you, I need you both far too damn much for that.” She needed that connection to them both, had to have it, or she knew she wouldn’t be able to continue on with this life.
Viper slid his hands up, one on her arm, the other to the back of her neck. “Keep breathing,” he said softly. He nipped at her ear gently before he rested his cheek to hers, the stubble on his cheeks lightly scraping her skin.
The tactile sensations of Viper nuzzling and teasing her skin and the stretching and teasing that Ladon was doing to her backside had her gasping for air. “Gods. That feels so good.” They hadn’t even touched her clit and already she was about to go off like the proverbial rocket. She saw stars behind her eyelids, she was gasping for air but forced her orgasm under control. “Hurry,” she demanded instead. “Not going to hurt me, not when I was made for you both. God, please hurry.”
“You’re too tight, Vi. I don’t want to hurt you,” Ladon growled.
“She’s on edge, Ladon. We can’t risk having her go over. Take it slow, but we need to do this now.”
“Shit,” he muttered. “I really wish we had some lube.”
“Check the bedside table, knowing Drake there’s likely some in there,” Viper said.
Violet’s eyes were closed as she clenched her fingers against Viper’s shoulders. She leaned in and bit his shoulder, she couldn’t seem to help herself. She was desperate and she damn well needed and wanted both of them to be right there with her. She wanted to shake that indomitable control that Viper had on himself, she wanted to see the Draygon that was hers. Dammit.
“Behave,” he said, his voice taking on a sharp edge.
“Got some,” Ladon announced triumphantly. “Vi, hold on, sweetheart. This is likely to be damned cold. But I need to work some up your gorgeous little ass before we start. Try not to clench too hard if you can.”
“Working on trying, but then Viper tells me to behave.” She looked up at said mate and grinned. “Do it, Ladon,” she said, but her eyes never left Viper’s, she was utterly mesmerized by him. “Hurry, don’t care how fucking cold it is, because soon we will be burning hot.”


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Author Website: http://honorjames.com/
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Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Todays Guest Author - Suzy Shearer


Suzy Shearer has a hot new book out today! Whipped Delights is the first in her new BDSM series Dark Desires in Siren's Sensations line and is just one of many of Suzy's successful Ebooks out now.
 
WHIPPED DELIGHTS - Book one of Dark Desires

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[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, exhibitionism, spanking, flogging, whipping, cropping, paddling, sex toys, HEA]
Famous cookbook author and chef Emma Cunningham, 43, has spent all her adult life searching for the one man who could control her. Emma is a sexual masochist but never found a man who could resist her pleas for more pain. She has been terrified of being permanently injured.
When she meets a handsome stranger, Simon Harrington, 45, all her senses come alive. He seems as attracted to her as she is to him. But how will he react when she tells him she needs to be tied up and whipped hard during sex? Will he say goodbye when she tells him she can't climax without pain, without being hurt? Will he be like most men she has told and tell her she's a freak or is there a chance that her dark desires might coincide with his? That he enjoys inflicting whipped delights?

Story excerpt
 
She checked everything was in order in her bag, picked it up, then with a quick glance in the mirror, checked her reflection. Her very long, thick, deep auburn hair was swept on top of her head. Her make-up was impeccable, complementing her ivory skin and light green eyes. She was a big-busted woman, with heaps of curves that suited her. She revelled in her shape and deplored women who strived for thin model-like figures.

Because people expected a certain style from her lectures, she was wearing a tight black skirt, white blouse, and very high heels. Once she got behind the mock kitchen bench, she would slip off her heels as she lectured. Standing straight, she shook her head, then she adopted her “kitchen goddess” persona, moved into the hallway, and started for the staircase leading down into the auditorium.

As she started down the stairs, her heel caught on the apron string dangling out of her bag. She tried to grab the handrail but missed, dropping the bag instead.

Just as Emma thought she was going to fall all the way down, a strong arm grabbed her. She clung to it as she tried to right herself but ended up sitting on the stair. Her saviour turned out to be a very attractive and, fortunately, very strong, man.

“Are you okay?”

“Thanks. Thank you so much, I thought I was headed for the bottom.”

“I’d hate to see that beautiful face black and blue.”

He leaned very close to her,” Is your foot okay?”

“I think so. My heel got caught.” She grinned wryly.

“How ‘bout you stand up and make sure you haven’t twisted anything.”

He helped her to stand and when she went to step and put weight on that foot, she almost fell again. She ended up with his arms around her. Emma could not help noticing that he smelt delicious as well as being good looking.

“I think you’d better sit down again.”

He sat her on the stair again and lifted her foot. “There’s your problem.”

He had taken off her shoe. Her beautiful and expensive Louboutin Zappa looked very sad—the heel was hanging at a very strange angle.

“Damn! They are, or rather, were, my favourite shoes! Oh well, at least it wasn’t my neck.”

He looked at the shoe and then gave her a rather strange look. The Zappa were pointed-toe stilettos in black kid leather featuring six tiny rows of sexy spikes on the back of the heel.

She reached down and took off her other shoe. Once more, he helped her stand. Emma was surprised at how tall he was now her high heels were off. He had to be at least 6’ 6” to her 5’ 8” and looked to be a few years older than her forty-three. He smiled down at her and she felt her stomach flip. He had the most amazing light blue eyes and salt-and-pepper hair. There was only one word for him: delicious.

He actually held her elbow as they went down the stairs. The bag had fallen onto the landing and was lying, ready for her, when he picked it up instead. She could feel his fingers rubbing her arm.

“Oh please. It’s okay. I can carry it.”

She was embarrassed that someone would be helping her.

“No. You carry your shoes, I’ll carry this. Which way?”

Emma blushed and then led him along to the auditorium. Walking in, she led him to the pseudo kitchen bench.

“Thank you so much. I appreciate you help.”

She held out her hand for the bag after throwing her shoes in a shelf underneath. He moved past her, brushing against her as he did and placed it on the counter.

“So going to fall down any more stairs today? Would you like a body guard?”

Emma laughed. “I hope not. Thanks for the offer but I think I’ll be fine now.”

“Are you sure? I’d be only too happy to offer my services.”

He replied with a wink. Emma had a feeling he was not just talking about carrying her bag. She gave him a big grin and shook her head.

Damn, he was good looking!

He stepped very close to her. Emma could feel her heart pounding, she was frightened but excited as she breathed in his delicious male aroma. He put his hands on her shoulders and for a moment, she thought he was going to push her onto the counter top.

He leant down and whispered in her ear, “Maybe another time.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Emma knew she looked hesitant. It was one thing to say he would control her but another to actually do it. Other men had said the same thing. This was their first real test, this was the chance for her to see if she could give control over. If he were strong enough to wrestle the control from her. Whether he could resist her pleadings.

“Sweetheart, I know your fears. You have to trust me. I promise I won’t hurt you, at least I won’t do anything to hurt you more than I should.”

Emma looked at him. This was it.

“Okay. I’ll take a chance to trust you.”

“Just remember I won’t listen to your pleading, I’ll be watching your reactions, your body. Ready?”

She nodded.

“Now strip.”

Emma looked over at him as he stood looking down at her. She removed her clothes until she was naked before him.

“Perfect.” He walked around the bed until he was behind her.

“Now bend over until your head is on the bed and that cute rump in the air. Legs wide apart.”

Emma got onto her knees, then dropped her head to the bed, and she felt his breath on her arse cheeks. Suddenly he slapped each one—hard. She gasped. Then she felt his fingers pulling at her lips. She went to move.

“Stay still or I stop.”

She froze.

He slapped her again. The sweet sting gave her a rush. She heard him rummage in the bag then heard a swish as he tested the duster. Without warning, he brought it down on one cheek.

“Ah!”

Then the other.

“Yes!” she screamed.

She felt him push a finger into her cunt, then a second. At the same time, he hit her again. It was wonderful, she wanted more.

“More!”

He hit her again, she screamed her pleasure again. All at once, he flipped her over. Deftly he tied her hands to the bedpost and then one ankle.

“You will keep your legs apart. I’m not tying your hurt ankle but if you close your legs I stop. Understand?”

“Yes.” She groaned.

Once again he used his hand and slapped her. This time on her clit. He leant forward and harshly pinned a peg to each nipple. Emma drew a gasp as each one was pinned tight. She looked over at Simon. He quickly shed his clothes and for the first time she got to admire his naked body.

He was gorgeous.

A well-defined six-pack, so muscular, with a trail of hair that lead down to a huge cock. She wanted to taste that. She wanted to run her hands across every part of his body. He straddled her body and climbed up until he was level with her face.

Kneeling on one knee, he held his dick in front of her mouth.

“Open.”

When she complied, he pushed his cock into her mouth. He began to thrust in and out of her mouth, and every now and again he would press against the pegs, making a wave of pain surge across her body.

He kept thrusting until she could feel he was close to coming. He pulled his cock from her mouth and quickly rolled on a condom. Working backward, he pulled her down the bed until the ropes pulled hard against her. He picked up the duster and deftly hit her across each breasts. She was moaning in pleasure as the pain increased. She felt herself begin to float. Her mind lost in the sensation of each stroke, each lash against her skin. She was in sub-space.

Simon held his cock against the entrance to her cunt. He tweaked the lips, holding them tightly before he pushed his cock into her. She wanted more pain.

“Hit me!”

“No.”

“I need more.”

“No.”

“I beg you more.”

Simon ignored her pleas. As he began to thrust into her, he pulled off one peg.

Author's Bio

Suzy is single and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoiled dog and two equally spoiled cats to keep her company. Her books always feature older heroes and full-figured, curvy heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s.
She believes that being older does not mean we are not intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn't for just the under 30s.
When she is not writing, she is painting. An accomplished Artist, her passion is watercolours and her subject matter ranges from portraits and animals to nudes and seascapes.
Oh yes... she also has a penchant for crazy coloured hair - pinks, purples and even rainbowed  - and for tattoos!

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E-BOOKS OUT NOW
                The Club: Bound                                               The Club 2: Uncollared
                The Club 3: Waxed                                          The Club 4: Displayed
                The Club 5: Submit                                          The Club 6: Unmasked
                Daemons Are Forever                                   A Hunter's Heart  -           Book 1 The Hunters
                A Hunter’s Choice -Book 2 The Hunters Build a Love
                Whipped Delights - Book 1 Dark Desires

                Book 2 of Dark Desires - Her Cravings Mastered - is due out in March 2015.
                               

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                                Vol 1 - The Club (Bound and Uncollared)
                                Daemons Are Forever

PRINT RELEASES DUE DATES       
                                A Hunter's Heart - Book 1 The Hunters (print release Feb/Mar 2015)
                                Vol 2 - The Club (Waxed and Displayed) (print release Jan/Feb 2015)
                                Vol 3 - The Club (Submit and Unmasked) (print release Mar/Apr 2015)
                                A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2 The Hunters  (print release May /June 2015)
                                Build a Love (print release June/July 2015)
                                Whipped Delights (print release Sept/Oct 2015)

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