I typed ‘The End’ – book 2 will be out soon!!

As I said on my facebook author fan page – I’ve just finished editing book 2 – Playing by His Rules.

The manuscript has now gone off to my publisher’s proofreader and I will hopefully get a release date in the near future. I will say that I expect it to be out before the end of March 2015.

Playing by His Rules tells the story of Xander & Chloe, and how they overcome the odds as they learn to trust each other. It’s a fair bit longer than my first short story Playing for Keeps, in fact it’s almost twice as long, but Xander is such a sensual man I needed more time to get his story across. 

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Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite…

To set the scene Xander has taken Chloe to a bdsm club lecture. The master on stage is explaining safe methods of bondage to his audience:

“If you look closely at Kayla’s cuffs you will see that they are soft leather. You need to ensure they fit your partner snuggly, but you should still be able to slip a finger in between the cuff and the sub’s skin.” Damien slipped a couple of fingers easily under the cuff on Kayla’s wrist and ran them around under the leather binding. The cuffs appeared slack enough to be comfortable, but not so loose that they would slip off Kayla’s wrist. He turned again to address the audience. “If the binding is too tight, you can cause circulation problems, not to mention bruising and skin chafing.” The look he conveyed on the audience was stern, and Chloe knew instinctively that he was not a man who took his responsibilities lightly. “Ensuring the comfort of your sub’s bindings will only serve to enhance her pleasure and your own.”

Pleasure? She cast a sideways look at Xander. How soon would he expect her to indulge him in this fantasy? Would he be cross if she refused? She nibbled on her lip uncertainly. Her chest felt tight and she struggled to breathe as panic assailed her. She tried to recall their earlier discussion in the office.

Everything he had said earlier about a submissive being the one in control, the one who held the power in a D/s relationship caused her to pause. Had he been truthful? Moreover, could she trust him? She remembered how he had made her hold tight to the bedstead the previous night, and how he had exerted his control over her body pausing in his actions until she had complied with his requests. Moisture pooled between her folds and she wriggled in her seat trying to get comfortable. She wondered if she would have felt the same excitement if he had tied her to the bed.

She wasn’t sure. At the time, she had enjoyed his mastery of her mind and her body. She had complied with his wishes, but it had felt more like an erotic game they were playing than a serious issue. She cast her eye over the girl tied to the bed on the stage. That was definitely serious.

She’d loved having Xander take charge, she’d had the strongest orgasm of her life, but if he wanted more… if he wanted to tie her up… gag her…. She didn’t know if she could take things that far, give up her control and let him control her altogether.

Let me introduce you to Kayla Lords and her new release Madame Gretchen.

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Madame Gretchen:

Six kinksters want to join the most exclusive BDSM club in the area, The Iron Maiden. The first requirement? Survive Madame Gretchen. Join them as they navigate six weeks of kinkiness led by a sadistic, crop-wielding Domme who loves forced orgasms and demands total surrender. Their limits will be stretched and their desires uncovered.

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Excerpt from Madame Gretchen:

Facing the room, she allowed a mischievous smile to appear. Most of her submissive clients cringed and dripped when they saw this smile. She was about to push boundaries and expand minds – her favorite part of Domination.

“Ok, partner up. Missy and Pup, for tonight, you may stay together if you choose, but understand this will be the last time I allow it.” She crossed her arms, leaning back into her heels, watching how they paired off.

Ivory, sweet, sweet Ivory, went right for Drake. Madame Gretchen liked her even more. She was confident in herself, and it showed. Drake could see it too, as his smile widened as she reached out to shake his hand and introduce herself. She could see Ivory’s dimple from here, deepening as she giggled and flirted.

Bella looked confused and awkward. Randy Boy reached out to pat her hand and looked only at her face. Madame Gretchen sensed he was trying to comfort her and help her feel less conspicuous. She admired him for it.

“Ok, we’re boy-girl, huh? Well that does make the instructions easier, doesn’t it?” She couldn’t keep the evil grin from her face or the humor from her voice, nor did she try. Things were about to get interesting. “Ladies first! Men, arms at your side, eyes forward. Ladies, I want you to look at the man in front of you from head to toe and back up again. Just your eyes, no matter how tempted your are to touch your partner. We’ll get to that later.”

She ignored the furtive glances from the room at her last statement.

The moment the men knew someone’s eyes were on them, their cocks begged for attention, twitching and jerking, coming to life, filling, leaning forward, begging for attention. She could hear the men’s breath hitching in their throats as their bodies betrayed whatever their faces attempted to convey. The smell of desire and fear filled the room and it made her wet with desire. Missy smirked as her eyes blazed a trail up and down Pup’s wide body. Madame Gretchen could feel the submissive switching to her Domme side. Her eyes changed first, becoming hard and glittery, then her posture changed from unsure to commanding. Ivory giggled and licked her lips over and over, her dark skin becoming impossibly darker as she blushed.

Madame Gretchen didn’t blame her, she might have done the same if faced with Drake’s perfect beauty. Bella was going to be a hard one to crack. Madame Gretchen watched as she started at Randy Boy’s face, gazed down his chest and stomach and then skipped down to his knees. It was the same on the way back up.

“Bella! I think you’re missing a very important part of this exercise.” Madame Gretchen could see the flush in her skin from across the room. She made no move to join the couple. “Try again. Don’t make me resort to harsher methods.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Bella licked her lips and tried again. She still averted her eyes away from Randy’s cock.

“Bella, on your knees, eyes forward.”

The shy submissive looked as if she would argue with Madame Gretchen for a split second. One look into the Domme’s eyes changed her mind. She shook as she fell to her knees, her head bowed, her hair a dark curtain covering her face.

“Eyes up, Bella. Don’t make me say it again.”

Bella forced her gaze up and stared straight at Randy’s groin. Her gulp and subsequent gasp were audible. Her eyes widened as she watched his body respond to her proximity and her attention. There was easily three feet of space between them, but his body reacted all the same.

Madame Gretchen continued the exercise until the women began to squirm slightly and lean closer to their male partners.

“Ok, now it’s time to switch! Bella you may stand again. Eyes forward, ladies. Men, look to your heart’s content.” She sang out the command as if she were sending children out to recess.

As she expected, the men completed the task differently. They didn’t simply stare at the women’s faces, torsos, tits, pussy, and legs. Like wolves, they prowled around the women, leaning in, inhaling their scent, taking in every detail they could. Drake licked his lips every time his eyes touched Ivory’s full breasts. Pup couldn’t keep his eyes from Missy’s slit and mound. Randy Boy was the least obvious of the three men, but Madame Gretchen noted how his eyes were riveted to Bella’s hips and the globes of her ass.

As if on cue, the women’s breathing became raspy. Madame Gretchen could smell the desire in the room. Whether it belonged to the women or the men mattered not, the affect was the same. The voyeur and Domme in her was ready for the last part of tonight’s lesson.

About Kayla Lords:

KaylaLordsI discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find my sexual power and voice. I am a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle which is not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear from the outside looking in.

I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn’t scary or degrading.

 

A blogger, tweeter, and talker, I love interacting with my readers as much as possible!

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*** Ignition – Cover Reveal ***

When you’re this close to the redline, there’s no room for error
—or second chances.

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A Dark Erotic Serial from Skye Callahan

Ignition

A sought after car thief for hire, Colt will do anything for a high—anything for the deafening rush of blood and chemicals that tames the ongoing anarchy in his mind. Fast cars, pain, alcohol, women… his vices come in many flavors, but one woman tempts him closer to the line he can never come back from. She’ll be his hardest theft yet—an action that will set the looming conflict with his brother on a new and violent path.

Aubrey has two choices. The first she knows too well: the alluring businessman who entwined her in his deceptive plots. The second is a stranger. He makes his promises not with a silver tongue but with harsh, blunt observations that Aubrey can’t ignore. Either way, she’s caught between two brothers each seeking the other’s downfall—and neither has a problem taking her down in the process

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©Skye Callahan 2015

“I need to get to work.” I shifted my weight to relieve the pain in my feet and to keep myself going. No one mentioned the post-dance adrenaline crash could be so intense.

“You are working.” He leaned forward, putting his elbows on his thighs. His breath moved against my stomach and up between my breasts as he stared up at me and spoke again. “I believe what you mean is that you need to earn your share. Would you rather be standing there looking tasty or outside rubbing skin with the crowd while doing it?”

He had a fucking point there, but I wasn’t fond of being described by a stranger as “tasty” and it didn’t make standing under his accessing gaze any more desirable.

His hand grazed my side and I stepped back. “No touching.”

“I touch what I want.” Grabbing the pocket on my apron, he pulled me closer and kept me there. “We can call in Devlin to set that straight.”

Contest it, my brain shouted, but his expression was unchanging and calm, and all I needed was to piss off Devlin. Again.

“Your friends with him?” I asked.

“When it’s convenient,” he said with a slight scowl darkening his face. It quickly faded as his gaze settled on my face. “And you? How did you get involved with him? Tell me how he convinced you to work in his club.”

“I needed the job,” I said, eager to finish the conversation and be done with him.

“You needed the money—you suck at the job.”

I tried not to take the sting of his insult too personally. I knew he was right, but hearing the truth from the mouth of a stranger was a blow to my tenuous grasp on self-confidence.

redline teaser 1“You’re not like the other girls.” He reached to touch my hair, but I swatted his hand away.

“It’s just first night jitters.”

“Jitters.” He made a sound in his throat. “Pick up that glass,” he said gesturing to the second glass on my tray. I did as he said, but he didn’t move to take it. He simply stared at it, so I instinctively followed his gaze, curious as to what was so interesting. The liquid sat there, steady in my outstretched hand with barely a ripple of movement that was more likely a result of the deep bass of the music rather than a shaky hand. We both stared in silence for a moment—and I wondered if he’d been testing me the whole time.

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Skye Callahan was born and raised in rural Ohio and has had an insatiable love of reading and writing since she was young. Thanks to the encouragement of teachers, family, and friends, she has found her passion in immersing herself in the imaginary worlds of the characters who live in her head.

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Desiring Death – A new release by CP Mandara

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Violetta is an executioner… of vampires. Famed for her fiery beauty and mesmerising personality, she has never failed an assignment.
 
Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire, though. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest flick of his eyelids. The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception. He now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.
 
If he’s allowed to stay alive long enough, that is.
 
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Do You Want to Fight Me?
 
‘Do you want to fight me, princess? Do you want to slam those little fists of yours against my chest and call me names?’
 
She didn’t answer him. Her voice was locked away within her throat once more, at his request. He had obviously heard enough this evening. Her job was to lay there and look pretty, she guessed. Oh dear God.
 
Black ropes slithered up her limbs, and they coiled around her flesh in a serpentine fashion, winding themselves tighter and tighter, tugging at her limbs. No.
 
‘I want you spread wide open for me, Violetta. That way you’ll be ready to be taken at a moment’s notice. I’ll also be able to see how aroused you are for me, and I think you like this body of mine, don’t you, Vi?
 
Her grunt of protest remained trapped inside her head, but she knew he heard it.
‘Oh, I know you find me attractive. Now we’re going to work on needs, wants and desires. I’m going to train you to be desperate for the slightest touch my hand may choose to bestow upon your flesh. We’re going to make you a hungry, panting, pathetic little slave who lives for nothing more than to pleasure and serve the capricious notions of her master. I’ve developed quite an overactive imagination over the years, I’ll have you know. We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I.’
 
The words were lost in her head, but they echoed over and over. The rope was reeling her arms and legs tightly into the wooden corners of the four poster bed and she was beginning to resemble a large ‘X’ shape. Try as she might, bracing her arms and legs against the firm tugs did not help in the slightest. Finally, she was splayed out to the ropes satisfaction and the pressure against her wrists and ankles lessoned slightly.
 
Martinet ran his index and middle finger up and around the small ridge of her ankle. He watched intently as she sucked in air. At this moment in time her mind did not like his fingers upon her. Her body called her a liar, though, and trembled at the ridiculously light touch.
His fingers then dived under the glistening organza of her gown and crept up a shapely calf. Tiny little steps that did little more than tickle her, but she got noticeably more nervous as they tiptoed higher and higher.
 
‘You never thanked me for the arm, you know.’
 
Violetta told him, in no uncertain terms, just what he could do with his thank you.
‘Tsk, tsk. A lady never swears.’ He grinned at her, letting the pads of his fingers brush up against the delicate skin of her inner thigh. The nervous pounding of her heart and the flush of heat that turned her cheeks from alabaster to cherry almost instantly, told him all he needed to know. His fingers wandered higher.
 
‘Don’t. Stop.’ The whispered plea inside her head was frantic.
 
‘Oh, I don’t intend to,’ he said, deliberately misunderstanding her and without warning his hand clamped around her sex. She rose up into him and gasped. It appeared that her body was once again under her control. Oh who was she kidding? The vamp played her better than Hendrix played the guitar. He knew when to stroke, when to cajole and, more importantly, when to strike.
 
‘My goodness, you’re not wearing any panties,’ he exclaimed with a devilish gleam in his eyes. ‘Why you wanton little…’ Martinet didn’t finish his last word. Now that Violetta had regained the use of her voice, she was about to use it at the top of her lungs. Unfortunately, Martinet was once again one step ahead of her, and his face was rapidly descending towards hers. The scream that had been bursting to escape just seconds ago, curdled in her throat. Her body pulled against the ropes. Not to get away from him, as it should have, but to move closer. She wanted those talented lips on hers. She wanted his hands on her fevered, naked flesh and already, she craved the intense pleasure that he could so easily bestow upon her. Covering her lips with his own, he breathed her in. She, on the other hand, couldn’t breathe at all. His hands were running up her arms, tracing delicate, rambling patterns on her flesh, while his tongue might have been forked like a dragon’s, for it spilled sparkling flames of fire wherever it landed. The ropes rubbed tightly against her wrists and ankles, but she didn’t give a damn. She drank him in whole and writhed sinuously underneath his body, begging for more of the same.
 
‘Isn’t it hideously embarrassing to be this attracted to your jailor?’ His lips left hers with a soft pop and for a moment she just blinked in surprise. Her body was still pulling against her bonds, trying to get ever closer to her talented antagonist. It was horribly humiliating. That alone made her furious.
 
 
 
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Christina (C.P.) Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.
 
She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling, surfing and sailing. In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.
 
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