It’s Fifty Shades of Steaming Hot
Wednesday, April 2nd, 2014

Sequel to Dangerous Addiction, from Something Wicked This Way Comes, Volume 1

When Fallon Crowe discovered her submissive side, she indulged it fully, reveling in her erotic nature—until she stepped into the brutally possessive world of Brian Willoughby. More than a year after she was literally dragged away from his abusive clutches, Fallon is finally building a new life with Cord Jamieson, a Dom who reminds her that punishment can be loving, pain an aphrodisiac.

But when Fallon unexpectedly runs into Brian, he reawakens an addiction that never quite died. Now she’s torn between the caring relationship she’s established with Cord, and Brian’s darkly mesmerizing lifestyle that goes beyond safe, sane and consensual.

The choice is Fallon’s—the wrong one might destroy her completely.

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A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

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An Excerpt From: BEYOND ADDICTION

Copyright © DESIREE HOLT, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Cord hung his Stetson on a peg in the back hall and toed off his boots. They were covered in mud and various other substances and badly needed cleaning, but at the moment he was just too tired. He and the hands had spent most of the day riding fence line and making sure every pasture was secure before his new shipment of cattle arrived. They’d been a steal at an auction and he couldn’t resist. The bank had extended a substantial line of credit and that was the perfect reason to tap into it.

Everything was coming together much better than he could have hoped. The herd was finally at the size it needed to be and in the spring there would be new calves. The pastures of coastal hay were in good shape. And the work on the event center was nearly finished. Next week, he’d work with the hands who’d be leading trail rides and giving lessons and offering other guest activities, and oversee the finishing touches to the stables.

At least he could relax where the party was concerned. Fallon was working her magic with an ease that he admired. He smiled as he thought about how much pleasure she brought to all areas of his life. After the party, after the post-event details were seen to, he planned to take her away for a long weekend where he could tie her to the bed and pleasure both of them in as many ways as he could dream up.

Just the thought of that was enough to make his cock harden and strain against the fly of his jeans.

In the bedroom, he stripped off his clothes and dumped them in the hamper, then stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He was so aroused he was almost tempted to take himself in hand and smooth out the edge while the hot water poured over him. Then he thought about Fallon, who was due home very soon, and decided he had much better ways to satisfy his lust.

He was just wrapping the bath towel around his hips when he heard her moving around in the bedroom. He opened the bathroom door, smiling—until he took a good look at her and his body tensed. Nearly all the color was gone from her face, her soft-pink lipstick seeming like a slash of vivid red in comparison. Her movements as she undressed were jerky, not smooth, as usual. Her body language was that of someone who had been through an emotional wringer.

What worried him most was the lack of eye contact. That was so out of character, at least for the woman he was used to.

“Fallon?” He moved closer. “Did something happen today? Your lunch with Claire? Something happen with the errands?”

She just shook her head and continued removing her clothing like a robot.

What the fuck?

And then out of nowhere, it hit him.

She’d seen him.

The bastard who’d fucked up her life. Fucked up her. Had she run into him or had she deliberately sought him out? Shit, he didn’t know how he’d handle it if it was the latter. It took all his willpower not to smash his fist against the wall.

Pulling himself together, he used his best Dom voice. “Fallon. Look at me. Now!” he snapped when she continued to look down at her feet.

She lifted her face to his, her expression a mixture of regret and disgust, but didn’t meet his gaze.

“You saw him today, right? That asshole you refuse to talk about?”

She nodded.

“Was it deliberate? Did you call him?” He was barely holding his temper in check. “Answer me, girl.”

“No, Sir.” She still hadn’t looked at him. From the moment he spoke she’d been in full submissive mode, only her attitude was more one of defeat than supplication.

What the fuck happened out there today? She was doing so well? We were doing so well.

Something had suddenly changed and he damn well wanted to know what it was, although he had his suspicions. He used every ounce of control to contain the rage erupting inside him.

“Did you run into him somewhere?”

“Yes.” The word was so soft he had to strain to hear it. Despite his instruction, she lowered her chin.

“Goddamn it, Fallon.” He hauled in a breath and clenched his fists, fighting for control. “Look at you. You’re a wreck. Did you run into Brian Willoughby?”

This time her answer was a whisper. “Yes.”

Cord felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach.

He let the next breath out slowly. He would have to do this very carefully.

“I want you to look at me, girl.” He made his voice as firm and steady as possible. “Keep your eyes on me and answer my questions. Do you understand?”

She stood before him, nude, stripped down to the bare individual. If she had any defenses against either her situation or his anger they were completely submerged.

“I asked you a question.” He took a step closer. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was still so low he had to strain to hear it.

“Tell me what happened today. Where did you see him?”

“A-At La Cantera. The valet parking. I didn’t even see him until he was right there beside me.”

“And did you talk to him?”

Haltingly, fingers twisting together, she related their conversation. With each word, his rage grew. He could visualize the scene—the smooth, domineering bully using his magnetism to mind-fuck a woman who still harbored traces of an addiction.

Based on the little she was telling him of their encounter, Cord was beginning to realize that in leaving Brian, Fallon had challenged him. Challenged his control.

And Brian Willoughby didn’t seem like a man who would let that go over easily.

“And how did you leave it with him?” He was almost afraid to hear the answer.

“I—I ran from him, Sir.” She swallowed audibly. “I ran into the restaurant.”

“Did he follow you?”

She shook her head then, apparently realizing he wanted words, said, “No. Sir.”

So many conflicting emotions were at war within him, Cord didn’t know where to begin. The first thing he planned to do was put on some pants. He couldn’t possibly discipline a sub wearing only a towel. He left her standing there, fingers linked together, gaze lowered again, while he dug out a clean pair of boxer briefs and some jeans. He turned his back until he’d fastened the snap on his jeans and tugged up the zipper. He had to be careful that his anger didn’t bend his control.

“I can tell just by your attitude,” he said, “that you’re expecting a punishment session. Am I right?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice trembled. “I deserve it. I want you to punish me.”

“Not until you tell me what you did wrong. We aren’t playing for pleasure here. Not at the moment.”

She studied the floor and clasped her hands behind her back. “I didn’t tell you all about him before.”

He could barely hear her. That would never do. “When I ask you a question, girl, I expect you to answer in a loud, clear voice. So tell me again why I’m going to paddle that sweet ass of yours.”

“Because I hid things from you.” Louder this time. “Because I didn’t let you know everything about him.” She wet her lips. “About B-Brian. About our relationship. Because I wasn’t going to tell you about t-today.”

“And why is that important?” he prodded.

“I should never keep secrets from my Master. Secrets that might…affect our relationship.”

“That’s correct,” he nodded. “And this is a big one. A very big one. Because Brain Willoughby screwed up your head and I need to know how to straighten it out.” He paused. “We can’t make this work unless we have complete honesty between us. You need to have that impressed upon you.”

“Yes, Sir.” She bobbed her head. “That’s why I need to be punished.”

“No.” He ground his teeth. “Not tonight. I will never punish you for what someone else did to you.”

He loved the way Fallon embraced punishment, riding the edge of pleasure and pain that drove her to intense orgasm. But that was always within the context of the bedroom play. This was the first time he had ever seen her stripped down to almost nothing emotionally, pleading with him to reprimand her inappropriately, for something that was beyond her control.

But this situation was fraught with danger. He had to make her understand the depth of his feelings for her, and understand that punishment for running into someone completely by accident was cruelty, and he was not a cruel man.

Still, he had to handle this in a way that illustrated who was in control.

He blew out another breath. “On your knees. Hands behind your back. Forehead to the floor.”

He watched as she arranged herself as directed, bent low, ass in the air. The slight discomfort would serve as the punishment she thought she needed. He sat at the foot of the bed, hands on his knees. And steeled himself for what was to come.

“Now,” he said. “I want every single detail, what happened from the moment you bumped into him everything you said and felt. Leave nothing out. And speak up, so I can hear you.”

Fallon’s halting recitation of the run-in with the fucking asshole made him grind his teeth in silent rage. Her description of the man’s effect on her, of her fear, as well as the addiction she battled, made him want to shoot someone. Preferably Willoughby.

Cord was a well-trained Dom. He’d studied at a couple of the best dungeons in Dallas and observed other Doms carefully. Safe, sane and consensual had been drummed into him. Respect. Negotiation. For every D/s relationship, there was a different degree of intensity, different definitions of how far to take things. But the basic rules were always in place. If anyone violated them, the D/s community policed its own.

To hear that Brian, someone who obviously had only a sketchy knowledge of the philosophy and practices, had subverted BDSM because he could, made Cord angrier than he ever remembered being. He’d never understood how any man could so extremely abuse a privilege granted to him. Listening to Fallon made his blood boil.

When she was finished, he sat for a moment, gaze fixed on her bent form. He wanted to pull her into his arms, soothe her, tell her they would get through this together and everything would be fine. But he knew that she wouldn’t believe him. So much of her emotionally destructive upbringing still lingered, still fed her insecurities. Punishment was like an anchor to her, but it had to be for the right reasons.

And tonight it would have to take a different from.

“And that’s all of it?” he asked.

“Yes. All of it.” Her voice was muffled by the carpet.

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And he will never intrude into our lives again, correct? If thoughts of him distress you, come to me at once and I’ll talk you through them. If you run into him, you call me right away. If you need me to pick you up because he’s upset you, I’ll be in my car before we’re off the phone. Understood?”

“Understood.”

He didn’t remind her again that she hadn’t used the honorific. She was in enough emotional distress as it was.

“All right. Get up, girl,” he ordered, doing his best to hold on to his own emotions. He had to physically restrain himself from racing out of the house, finding Brian Willoughby and strangling him with his bare hands for causing so much anguish and distress to this very special woman.

He watched her balance herself carefully as she managed to get to her feet, her equilibrium off-kilter because she couldn’t use her hands. When she was standing before him, he cupped her face with his palms. He hoped when she looked into his eyes she could see the depth of the love he felt for her, as well as the respect. He chose his words carefully.

“No punishment tonight, Fallon. At least not the kind you’re asking for. I think today did enough damage to you.”

“But—”

He touched a finger to her lips. “Never argue with your Master. Tonight it’s all about doing what I can do to wipe away this blackness gripping you.”

She wrinkled her forehead. “Sir?”

He could see she was confused, but the kind of pain she expected was the last thing she needed right now. He might want to beat every last trace of Brian Willoughby from her body but that would be irresponsible on his part. How could he punish someone who was so visibly punishing herself? He was smart enough to know that he couldn’t erase one kind of brutality with another, no matter how lovingly delivered. In her fragile state, he was sure if he did what she asked it would destroy her, and he loved her too much for that.

But tenderness was as much a part of being a Dom as pain and punishment, both for pleasure and discipline. Tonight it was important to show her how much she meant to him and what a special place she held in his heart. Had he taken the time before now, he wondered, to let her know his depth of feelings? Or had he just assumed from everything they did that she got the message? After the event center’s grand opening, when she filled in the missing details for him, he would decide how to move forward. Right now his mission was to subject her to torture of the sweetest kind.

“Perhaps it’s my fault for not making sure you understood exactly how important you are to me,” he told her, putting as much feeling into his words as he could. “How much I value you. How I feel about you. That’s what this will be about.” He stroked his fingers lightly on her cheek. “Now. I want you on the bed, flat on your back. I have a specific kind of torture in mind.”

When she was situated as commanded, he knelt between her thighs and braced a hand on either side of her. For a long moment he stared at her still-pale face, saw the anguish and conflict in her eyes and made a silent vow to protect her from this asshole no matter what.

Provided, of course, she let him.

 

Aftershock! When two hot people collide.
Sunday, March 30th, 2014

I spent a lot of years in the music business but it wasn’t until recently that I drew on those experiences for my writing. Downstroke and Having It All kicked it off. Then I met the sexiest bass player, Jackie Joyride, who became the inspiration for, what else, Joy Ride, a story of love that could not be denied, despite a million obstacles.

Of course you, my readers (and I thank you for this) wanted the stories about the rest of the band and so Sydney and Rick’s love story was born in my brain. It’s about an industry that demands almost more than it gives. That makes it difficult to have a real personal life. That doesn’t always allow for feelings and that is rife with jealousy.

But it’s also the story of a band with the electricity of the Lightnin’ for which it is named. And it’s the story of two people, a hot rock star and a feisty promotions agent, who collide like an explosion of fireworks. What do you get? #Aftershock.

 

Determined to shake off her past, Sydney Alexander plans to seize the day when it comes to handling PR for Lightnin’ the blazing star rising on the rock scene. Rick Trajean, Lightnin’s lead, torches her all business all the time mantra when the sizzling chemistry between them ignites brighter more than the band’s popularity. As Lightnin’ scorches the charts, Rick and Sydney burn up the sheets. But can their passion handle the pressure of the music business? Not everyone is happy with Lightnin’s success and when the vindictiveness so common in the business threatens to destroy the band, their tour and the love Rick and Sydney found in each other, their powerhouse may come crashing down. What’s left when it does? #Aftershock.

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She was still buzzed from the evening when she checked into the hotel. Lightnin’ happened to be checking in at the same time and their excitement was palpable. Even Danny and Garrett came over and gave her a hug. They all rode up in the elevator together, the guys still jazzed, laughing and bumping fists. Except for Rick, who was strangely silent.

They all got off at the same floor she did and headed to their rooms. She was shocked to discover that Rick’s room turned out to be right next to hers. She couldn’t help sliding a glance at him and was stunned to see him watching her, a ravenous look in his eyes. There was no mistaking the desire in his gaze. Did he want her to join him? Or should she ask him if he wanted to come into her room? What was the protocol here?

Unsettled, she fumbled with the keycard at her door, dropping it in her nervous haste to get inside her room. She wasn’t aware he had moved until suddenly he was beside her, taking the card from her fingers. He slid it into the slot and when the lock light turned green he pushed the door open.

“Here you go.” He held the door back with his body, waiting for her to enter the room.

“Th-Thank you.”

She moved past him, rolling her suitcase into the room and turned to him. Before she had time to say anything he grabbed her arms, turned her to face him and pressed her against the door.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” His voice was heavy with a combination of emotion and desire. “I think tonight calls for a celebration, don’t you?”

Speech deserted her and all she could do was nod. She wanted him, this man who had exploded into her life. More than wanted. She was hungry for him, a passion that never seemed to leave her. Reaching up her hands she cupped the roughness of his late night beard, loving the scratchy feel of it.

She tilted her face up just the least little bit to accommodate him and his mouth came down on hers. The minute their lips met heat surged through her as if someone had lit a match to her blood. She clutched at his shoulders to steady herself, knowing she should break away even as her body cried for more. She was drowning in him, his heat and scent invading her. And all she could think was more, more, more.

 

Known the world over as The Oldest Living Erotica Author, Desiree Holt proves every day that she is more than the sum of her years and more than the grandmother who plays with Barbie and Ken dolls: She is The Hardest Working Erotica Author, producing one novel or more each month and receiving rave reviews.

She is twice a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award, a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Holt Medallion, multiple winner of the Whipped Cream Book of the Week Award and is published by five different houses. She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal, The London Daily Mail and numerous other national and international publications.

 

“Get out the ice water and fan…Desiree Holt delivers smoking hot alpha heroes and red hot romances.” Lea Franczak, USA Today Happy Ever After blog

 

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Lots of hot sex from Cerise Deland
Wednesday, March 26th, 2014

Get the ice water and fan. Cerise Deland has hot new releases you won’t want to miss.

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HEADLINE:  She wants to kiss his booboo and make it better in Cerise DeLand’s DO HIM RIGHT.

Kissing his booboo won’t make it all better. But restoring his credibility and helping him build a new career might just do the trick. Shana Carpenter hustles to make Chet Stapleton king of the rodeo! Cerise DeLand shows a good girl how to do that in DO HIM RIGHT, her newest, out from EC Friday March 28. EC BUY LINK: http://www.ellorascave.com/do-him-right.html

DO HIM RIGHT by Cerise DeLand

Blurb:

Shana Carpenter ruined rodeo champion Chet Stapleton years ago with hastily written words. Now a PR pro, she’s engineered a plan to make amends. She’ll successfully promote his rodeo, soothe her conscience and leave. Trouble is, she can’t keep her hands off the smooth talker or call a halt to their smokin’-hot sex.

Chet takes one glance at Shana and develops an itch to put his boots under her bed…permanently. He’s won awards for taming willful fillies so he can’t understand why he can’t break Shana’s stubborn refusal to open up to him.

The closer Shana gets to Chet, the more she wants to stay in his life and his bed. But to do that, she’ll have to tell him everything—and risk his rejection. One thing is certain, if Shana doesn’t put the past to rest, she’ll never be able to grab the future—or the cowboy she wants most.

 

 

Excerpt: Copyright Cerise DeLand 2014, All rights reserved.

Scene takes place in Chet’s rodeo office in southwest Texas on a sweltering hot morning.

“Miz Carpenter? Ma’am?” Chet Stapleton raised his voice, but he definitely sounded strained, as if he were strangling.

“Hmm?” She lifted her chin and shook back her shoulder-length, platinum curls.

He swallowed, loudly. “What’ll it be? Water? Soda?” He raised a hand to buzz his assistant on the intercom. “We have coffee too, if that’s your poison.”

“No.” You are. My fixation. Ever since, I wrote that article about you in the sports section of the Dallas paper four years ago. Ever since I printed a retraction, resigned for my foolishness and began to plan how I’d make more amends. Now I’m going even nuttier, contemplating how I can take you into my bed and kiss the hurt away.

She squeezed her labia together and felt a trickle of perspiration wend its way between her breasts.

“Water. Cool water. Please.”

“Two waters, Reata,” he told his assistant as he squinted at Shana and looked for all the world like a guy who was trying to concentrate.

Shana would have laughed, but the lure of him had her wiggling forward in her chair to try to massage her pulsing cunt. Four years ago she had been frightened by her response to his languid cowboy sexuality. She’d been young, twenty-two, in her first job at a newspaper and so naïve, both professionally and sexually. Since she’d ruined Chet, she’d corrected both lacks. Now she thoroughly examined whatever she did before she opened her mouth or typed one word. To complement that, she also knew what she liked in men. Honest, forthright, funny. Still no man yet had rung her bells more than a few times. Hunky, jovial Chet Stapleton could definitely compete.

The man was drool worthy. With his bronzed skin, that sun-kissed shock of yellow-gold hair hanging over his forehead, he was the epitome of testosterone. His rock-hewn features with generous lips and a mellow bass voice melted her into a puddle of foolish desire. No past lover could compare . Sometimes when she felt really low and foolish, she put down this lack in her life to a penance for doing him wrong and declaring he was a hothead with the judges.

Once more, regret flooded her, and she reprimanded herself. She was here to use her brains to heal the wounds she’d made. She had not come here to use her body to confuse the issue. She had to stop thinking like a horny lunatic.

Stifling a moan, she bent and dug through her briefcase for her copy of the PR proposal. All thumbs, she couldn’t find the thing.

“Problems?”

His tone was husky. Dark and suggestive. She looked up to see Chet devouring her with those wide green eyes, his look hypnotic, his mouth parting. A vision of him using that mouth to tantalize her sensitive nipples made her groan.

“Chair not comfortable?” he asked, suddenly solicitous.

“Oh. No. No, no. I’m fine. Chair’s fine.” Brain’s dead, but my pussy’s on fire.

“Here’s your water,” he said, sounding relieved when his assistant walked in, handed both to him then shut the door behind her.

He sprang up to give Shana one of the bottles. “Would you like a glass? Ice?”

“No. Thanks.” Shana stuck out her hand. “Water’s good. No glass.”

But when he reached out to give it to her, her fingers touched his, and this time, the shock was electric. Riveting.

She yelped.

He clamped her hand to his rock-hard chest and rubbed her fingers. “Christ, sorry. You okay?”

“Sure.” She stared up at him, automatically reaching out to caress her own burning hand and, in the process, his ribs too. “Are you hurt?”

“Feels like nothing I’ve ever known before.” He put his other hand on top of hers and stroked her from fingertips to forearm as if she were a cat in heat.

“This has never happened to me before either.” I’ve never met a man I wanted within minutes of meeting him. I’m too cerebral, my friend Liz says. Too careful. But you I want soon.

His voice was a rasp when he drew her up. “Let me make it up to you.”

Five Regencies Release in Next 3 Weeks! LadyVarneysRisqueBusiness-1600x2400

Then, hold on to your hat, because Cerise has 5 Regencies on the shelves in the next 3 weeks!

Yes, FIVE.

First, a box set of 4 spicy Regencies about a family that endures a curse upon those who dare to love. Doomed to failure, four brothers in the Stanhope family fall for wonderful women…and fear the end of their love affairs because of a tragic curse.

Still, lured by the women they adore, they cannot turn them away.

Four men, four brides, four marriages fight the test of The Stanhope Challenge, A Regency Quartet!

Then in her new series of Regency Romps, Cerise debuts Lady Varney’s Risqué Business.The Stanhope Challenge

Oh, yes, Lady Varney runs a very risqué business, arranging “interviews” for marriageable young toffs to meet ladies acceptable to their tastes…and their proclivities.  But when newly minted Earl Justin Belmont appears in her drawing room, wishing to hire her services for that precise reason, she balks.

How can she possibly find Justin the best bride when her heart says it should be she…and he demands she be among those he “interviews”?

Passion, Hot Sex, hot rock star-#Aftershock2
Monday, March 24th, 2014

I spent a lot of years in the music business but it wasn’t until recently that I drew on those experiences for my writing. Downstroke and Having It All kicked it off. Then I met the sexiest bass player, Jackie Joyride, who became the inspiration for, what else, Joy Ride, a story of love that could not be denied, despite a million obstacles.

Of course you, my readers (and I thank you for this) wanted the stories about the rest of the band and so Sydney and Rick’s love story was born in my brain. It’s about an industry that demands almost more than it gives. That makes it difficult to have a real personal life. That doesn’t always allow for feelings and that is rife with jealousy.

But it’s also the story of a band with the electricity of the Lightnin’ for which it is named. And it’s the story of two people, a hot rock star and a feisty promotions agent, who collide like an explosion of fireworks. What do you get? #Aftershock.

 

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Determined to shake off her past, Sydney Alexander plans to seize the day when it comes to handling PR for Lightnin’ the blazing star rising on the rock scene. Rick Trajean, Lightnin’s lead, torches her all business all the time mantra when the sizzling chemistry between them ignites brighter more than the band’s popularity. As Lightnin’ scorches the charts, Rick and Sydney burn up the sheets. But can their passion handle the pressure of the music business? Not everyone is happy with Lightnin’s success and when the vindictiveness so common in the business threatens to destroy the band, their tour and the love Rick and Sydney found in each other, their powerhouse may come crashing down. What’s left when it does? #Aftershock.

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Follow Syd and Rick’s story. And Marc and Emma from joy Ride  play an integral part in what happens. So come on along.

*****

She was still buzzed from the evening when she checked into the hotel. Lightnin’ happened to be checking in at the same time and their excitement was palpable. Even Danny and Garrett came over and gave her a hug. They all rode up in the elevator together, the guys still jazzed, laughing and bumping fists. Except for Rick, who was strangely silent.

They all got off at the same floor she did and headed to their rooms. She was shocked to discover that Rick’s room turned out to be right next to hers. She couldn’t help sliding a glance at him and was stunned to see him watching her, a ravenous look in his eyes. There was no mistaking the desire in his gaze. Did he want her to join him? Or should she ask him if he wanted to come into her room? What was the protocol here?

Unsettled, she fumbled with the keycard at her door, dropping it in her nervous haste to get inside her room. She wasn’t aware he had moved until suddenly he was beside her, taking the card from her fingers. He slid it into the slot and when the lock light turned green he pushed the door open.

“Here you go.” He held the door back with his body, waiting for her to enter the room.

“Th-Thank you.”

She moved past him, rolling her suitcase into the room and turned to him. Before she had time to say anything he grabbed her arms, turned her to face him and pressed her against the door.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” His voice was heavy with a combination of emotion and desire. “I think tonight calls for a celebration, don’t you?”

Speech deserted her and all she could do was nod. She wanted him, this man who had exploded into her life. More than wanted. She was hungry for him, a passion that never seemed to leave her. Reaching up her hands she cupped the roughness of his late night beard, loving the scratchy feel of it.

She tilted her face up just the least little bit to accommodate him and his mouth came down on hers. The minute their lips met heat surged through her as if someone had lit a match to her blood. She clutched at his shoulders to steady herself, knowing she should break away even as her body cried for more. She was drowning in him, his heat and scent invading her. And all she could think was more, more, more.

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The Lair-a BDSM experience to be remembered
Friday, March 21st, 2014

It’s been seven years since I discovered the world about BDSM as a writer. I really have to thank Joey Hill, whose exquisite love story The Ice Queen/Mirror of My Soul captured my imagination, my interest and my heart. I began to do research, because I believe if you are going to write about something you need to know what it is you’re describing. Especially if it’s someone’s lifestyle.

One of the first things I realized was that a D/s relationship is perhaps the only one founded completely on trust. Without that, it simply does  not work for either person. I also learned the meaning of respect for your partner and the importance of communication.

I have been fortunate enough to meet more and more people in the life as I’ve continued to do my research, people who have had a great influence on my writing. Perhaps two of the most important people I’ve met are Master N and Master Shack. Master N is one of the owners of a public dungeon in San Antonio, The Lair. Master Shack owns the Alamo Training Academy, where you can learn all the aspects of the lifestyle. Who even knew there was such a thing!).

Recently, for our Wild Wicked Weekend which I host with five erotic romance author friends, I was able to arrange a trip to The Lair for some of our WWW attendees and the experience was memorable, exceptional and rewarding. Master N, Master Shack and the others who came to perform for us, treated us as if we were royalty. They had recruited members to perform for us and permitted those in our group who wanted to play to have the opportunity.

Three words describe the entire experience‑safe, informative, respectful. We could not have asked for a better reception or for people to be more welcoming. Everything from the presentations to the demonstrations was carefully couched to give us the most enjoyable and I formative experience. To let us know as authors as much as possible about the lifestyle we choose to base our stories around.

I personally learned the specific technique for both the single tail whip and the flogger, especially for the procedure known as Florentine flogging. I learned how to administer pain and how to accept it, and how it arouses the body. I learned how to watch a sub for signals and how subs present themselves to their Masters. No question was out of bounds.

For those in our group who are in the life, arrangements were made for them to enjoy playtime at The Lair. Those who asked to experiment for the first time were treated courteously and appropriately.

As we discussed the event afterwards, we were all in agreement that we learned far more than we expected. That we have a more realistic understanding of what we put into our stories. That it was one of the most enriching experiences we’d ever had.

But the highlight of the evening was the collaring ceremony, where Master N collared his longtime sub. We were so honored that they chose to share it with us and I know from discussions that it will show up in a lot of stories in the coming months. I know for myself I can approach the books I right with a great deal more knowledge and the ability to create these complex relationships. And to hope I honor everyone with my words.

So if you are in the San Antonio, Texas area and want to learn about the lifestyle, or live it and want a place to play you can’t do any better than The Lair. Thank you, Master N and Master Shack, for being the outstanding individuals you are and for sharing your community with us. I hope those of us fortunate enough to participate in this experience can honor you properly with our work.

And a note for your calendar. We’ll be hosting the Wild Wicked Weekend again in February 2015, with another trip to The Lair included. Watch for the dates.