Take a trip into deep Subspace
Thursday, August 16th, 2012


Review by: ELF on Aug 13, 2012

Tags: Erotic RomanceAnthologiesMenage / Multiple PartnersBDSM

Wow! A blazingly hot collection of tales that explore the steamy world of BDSM written by six very talented authors. This was a fascinating look at the different aspects of submission seen through the eyes of those who are familiar with the ‘Life’ as well as those who are being introduced to all of the joys that can be found with the proper guide. That elusive state of subspace can only be achieved under the right circumstances with the right person(s) and these sizzling stories give intriguing glimpses of various paths to that delightful goal. Particularly entertaining was the glimpse of people in all walks of life who choose to explore this aspect of their intimate encounters and the delightful experiences that are available to those who are brave enough to try new things although some situations require a suspension of disbelief. A nice selection of spicy tales that introduced me to several new authors while reminding me of how much I enjoy the tales of one of my favorites.
“Subspace” is a collection of erotic tales by Sierra Cartwright, Desiree Holt, Jan Irving, Justine Elyot, Elizabeth Caldwell, and Mina Dorian. Various techniques used in Dominance/submission relationships are described in tales that vary from a pair of deliciously dominant males helping a small town woman reach a new level of arousal to a scientist exploring the effects of different forms of corporal punishment as well as a younger dominant male introducing an older woman to a new lifestyle (that must be quite a strip mall!) and a poignant struggle to keep a D/s relationship from deepening beyond the master/sub connection. A description of candle play that is introduced to someone exploring the role of submissive as well as an intriguing tale of a well-trained submissive who flees into the arms of a caring Dominant round out the collection.

Book Blurb for Subspace

Three-Way Tie by Sierra Cartwright
Lindsey wins a weekend with renowned Dom Master Rafael, and when she arrives, she is stunned to discover he’s invited Master Eric to join them. One sexy Dom is beyond her experience, but two?
Head Games by Desiree Holt
Dom Diego Valdez has a reputation for never keeping his subs more than two years. After three years, Kaci is wondering when her time will be up. Because Kaci has done the unforgiveable—fallen in love with him.
His Landlady by Jan Irving
Diana can’t see a warrior athlete like her tenant Sloan and an earth mother like her having much in common. Any anyway, he’s too young to be her master…isn’t he?
The Science of Submission by Justine Elyot
Ailish’s is fascinated with the shadowy figure known as The Scientist. So when Rod suggests she assist him in his research into some of the lesser-travelled roads of human sexuality, she is too intrigued to resist.
Away From It All by Elizabeth Coldwell
Alyssa’s tired of playing by the rules. But when she meets handsome American Drew Jefferies, he vows to teach her what it means to be dominated. Can Alyssa learn to play by his rules?
The Accidental Sub by Mina Dorian
On the run from her abusive husband Catherine has learned not to trust anyone—especially no one in the BDSM lifestyle. But will she be able to resist a powerful Dom like Jon?
(Total-E-Bound Publishing9780857158109
Crimson Footprints-A Must Read
Tuesday, August 14th, 2012


Meet the very talented Shewanda Pugh and her hot new release.

Goddess Fish Promotions has organized a 100-Stop Book Blurb Blitz Tour for Shewanda Pugh’s Crimson Footprints, a romance that was released in ebook format on May 31 and will be released in print by Delphine Publications on August 14. The Book Blurb Blitz Tour takes place TODAY!!!

The author will be giving away a $10 Amazon gift card to one random commenter and to one random host at the conclusion of the tour. 


BLURB:  

When an insecure, bi-racial woman begins a cloak-and-dagger love affair with a Japanese American man, she is intent on keeping her bigoted family in the dark—albeit with devastating consequences. On the night of her brother’s murder, Deena Hammond stumbles upon Takumi Tanaka, lost and on the wrong end of a .32. After rescuing him from the certain fate driving through the hood in a Porsche will bring, a sweet kind of friendship begins. A balm for her grief. Maybe, Deena likes to think, it happened the day her white mother killed her black father. Or maybe, it was always a part of them, like DNA gone bad. Whatever the case, Deena knows that her family would never approve, hell, never acknowledge her fast-growing love for Takumi. And had he never made love to her that way, in that unraveling, soul-searching sort of way, she could’ve done the same. But love’s a devil that way. So, their game begins. One where they hide what they are from everyone. Anyone. And Tak understands this—for now. After all, Deena’s career hinges on the favor of her mentor and boss, his hard-ass of a father. And the Hammond family is already stretched thin with grief. Yet, each step Deena takes toward family and career brings her closer to an acceptance she’s never had. And away from him.


 Excerpt:

                  A slender, striking man of Asian descent was on the wrong end of Anthony’s .32. With arms raised, his hands were splayed in a show of defenselessness. His expression was calm, despite the growing crowd of onlookers and the pistol in his face. Behind him, an old woman made the sign of the cross.

        “Anthony!” Deena cried, rushing towards them. Her brother cast a single sideways glance but kept his gun level.

        “Get back in the house,” he said.

Deena turned her attention to the Asian man. She was struck by his eyes, wide and heavy-lidded. His mouth was generous, his square face softened by layers of thick black hair. He had boyish good looks and a long, lean athletic frame.

Japanese.

            She was certain he was Japanese.

            Deena turned to her brother. “Will you put that thing away?”

            The two stared at each other, older sister, young brother, eyes narrowed. When he didn’t move, Deena stepped between the gun and the stranger, her eyes level with the barrel. Anthony lowered the gun with a sigh and Deena seized the opportunity to snatch it.

            She turned to the stranger. “I assume that’s your car,” she said, nodding towards a sleek gray convertible parked haphazardly, a shiny nickel in a murky puddle. He nodded, his glossy black tresses falling into wide almond eyes.

            “Yeah, um, about that.” He cleared his throat. “He uh, took my keys.”

            Deena turned to her brother, hand extended. He dropped the keys in her palm with a sigh, a new Ferrari slipping from his grasp with reluctance.

            She passed the keys to the stranger and their fingertips brushed. Something warm and foreign turned over in her and her lips parted in surprise. She thought she saw the makings of a smile in his eyes, but she dismissed it. He took the keys and thanked her. And as she watched him peel off with the top down on his sleek convertible, Deena’s pulse skittered then and long after.


Meet the Author:
Shewanda Pugh is a native of Boston’s inner city, though she now lives in sunny Miami, Florida. She has a bachelor’s degree in Political Science from Alabama A&M University and a Master’s in Writing from Nova Southeastern University. Fueled from a young age, her passion for crossing societal boundaries like race, class and culture, is the inspiration for both her cluttered bookshelf and her writing. When she’s not busy obsessing over fiction, she can be found traveling, nursing her social networking addiction or enjoying the company of loved ones.






Meet new gothic author Winter Frost
Sunday, August 12th, 2012

And her brand new novella Lady in the Mist.
Be sure to lead a comment. I’m going away a $10 Gift Certificate to Amazon or Barnes and Noble to one lucky winner.

Blurb:

Upon her arrival in Shoal Harbor, Maine, Lily Jackson hears eerie moans that the locals claim are the ghostly cries of the unfortunate Breckenridge women. Running from loss and setback in Cincinnati, Lily needs the job as semi-psychiatric caregiver for Andrew Breckenridge, but the storm she has to weather from the oldest Breckenridge brother is severe. Clinton Breckenridge is a brooding man used to getting his own way, and he’s not convinced Lily is the right person to help his troubled younger brother.

Even as Lily starts picking up the pieces of Andrew’s tortured psyche and finding out his dark secrets, another mystery looms before her. Andrew’s lover has gone missing in recent months and no one knows what has happened to her, or if her voice has joined those of the other Breckenridge women. Before she knows it, Lily finds herself in danger—thrust directly into the eye of the raging storm.

Excerpt:

That night, I was in my room preparing for bed when a loud crack of thunder vibrated through the room. I rushed to the window, dread pounding through me at the sight of the darkening sky. Drops of rain shimmered on the glass, and a startling bolt of lightning illuminated the lighthouse. A movement in the top window made me squint through the darkness. Had that been a face? That was impossible. The weather was making me imagine things. Another enormous clap of thunder boomed, and I jumped back, dropping the curtain.

I shivered. Stop this. It’s only a storm. You’re inside. You’re safe. I made a concentrated effort to stop the trembles running through my body. Choosing a book from the nightstand, I settled in bed to read. No way would I be able to sleep until the storm subsided. I tried to focus on the novel, but the words might as well have been written in Swahili for all I understood.

My mind kept wandering to the weather raging outside. With a determined effort, I focused on the page I’d already read no less than five times.

A particularly horrendous blast of thunder made me let out a scream. The lights went out, and I was plunged into darkness.

I froze, my legs quaking so badly, I couldn’t climb from the bed. But then again, did I want to? Wasn’t this the safest place to be?

I tried to remember if I’d seen any candles in the bedroom, but couldn’t recall. The storm was frightening enough, but a power outage was terror-inducing. The only illumination was the occasional flashes of lightening across the draperies, which only intensified my fear.

Forcing my legs to work, I threw off the covers and stood. There had to be a candle in here somewhere. I was halfway across the bedroom floor, making my way through the dark toward the dresser, when a violent rattle shook the doorknob.

A scream left my throat. I couldn’t think straight. Terror sent blood rushing through my eardrums, and it was several moments before I recognized Clinton’s voice. “Lillian? Are you all right?”

On shaking legs, I rushed to the door, mindless of the dark. I jerked it open and summoned all my willpower not to launch into Clinton’s arms. In the faint glow of the flashlight he held, I could barely make out his silhouette, but just having another human in the vicinity eased my terror.

“The power’s out,” I said stupidly.

“I know. I’m sorry. There are candles in the bathroom.”

“I wasn’t sure where to look. And it was dark…” I shuddered. “Why are you here?”

“Drew mentioned your fear of storms. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Thank you.”

“Let’s get those candles.” His touch landed on my arm, warm and comforting. He guided me to the bathroom where he released me and opened a cabinet. Several candles, some new, some already used were stacked neatly in place. He grabbed the nearest one. Resting the flashlight on the countertop, he reached into his pocket. Flame from a lighter touched the candle’s wick. He turned off the flashlight and slipped it in his back pocket. The flare wavered over his features, which were drawn into a look of concern I’d glimpsed only a few times.

“You’re shivering,” he murmured. He rubbed his hands up and down my arms. The friction of his touch sliding the silk gown along my flesh sent a skitter of desire over my spine.

I met his gaze in the candlelight. His eyes shimmered a golden green. We stared at one another for a few excruciatingly silent moments. He tugged lightly, and I was pulled against his chest. My bones turned to liquid, his touch leaving languorous heat in its wake. His hands slid upward, settling on my face.

“What am I doing?” he asked, his voice a tortured groan.

Before I had time to respond, he lowered his head and claimed my mouth. The kiss was gentle, his lips warm and coaxing. I opened to him with a small moan, linking my hands behind his neck. I pressed into him while a wave of undeniable yearning ached in my lower belly. Madness. This is madness, a voice whispered in my head. In spite of the truth in the words, I didn’t stop.

 “Lillian? Clinton?” At first, the origin of the words didn’t register. I wondered how Clinton was able to speak with his mouth fused to mine. Then sanity returned.

Drew.

I broke the kiss and pushed away from Clinton, wiping a hand along my mouth.

“God,” he groaned, scraping a hand through his hair. He snatched up the candle, then brushed past me and out of the bathroom.

“In here, Drew.”

I followed to find Drew standing in my bedroom, flashlight in hand.

“What’s going on?” Drew looked from Clinton to me. “Are you okay?”

I smiled shakily. “I’m fine. Clinton found a candle.”

He slowly nodded, his expression unreadable, but I sensed a hint of suspicion. None was revealed when he spoke. “Good. The storm’s over.”

I looked to the window. He was right. The storm had passed, and I hadn’t been aware of it. Hadn’t been aware of anything except Clinton and the desire his kiss had ignited.

Clinton moved across the room and placed the candle on my nightstand. “Let’s go so she can rest. The power should be on soon. Hank is probably starting the generator now.”

With that, they exited, leaving me alone with the flickering flame and the stirring embers of that unexpected kiss.

What do Buckskins, Boots and Bondage have in common?
Friday, August 10th, 2012

Buckskins, Boots and Bondage by Desiree Holt


Buckskins, Boots and Bondage by Desiree Holt
Publisher: Wild Rose Press
Genre: Contemporary
Length: Short Story (122 pages)
Other: BDSM, M/F, M/F/M, menage, anal play, toys
Rating: 4 stars
Reviewed by Dogwood

Twins Justin and Tucker Davis only want one thing–one woman to share for the rest of their lives. Angel Cruz wants two men who will cherish her forever. Sex between them is hotter than the Texas sun in August as they play out their fantasies at Rawhide, the private bondage club. But when her job threatens their livelihood, will their newfound connection be strong enough to survive?

Book four in the Rawhide series, “Buckskins, Boots and Bondage” provides the same blistering heat as the previous three books. As the reigning literary queen of the “3-way romantic adventures”, Desiree Holt does a fantastic job at turning this sexy cowboy menage story into a sizzling tale that heats the heart as well as the libido.

Gorgeous and domineering twins, Justin and Tucker Davis are co-owners in a cattle feed-supply company. Both men have been burned by love before but both men also know that the only relationship that is for them is sharing that one “little-gal’s” affections between themselves.

Their hometown is very conservative, making it hard to find someone to connect with that not only lives close by but is also someone who is looking for the same kind of relationship that they are seeking.

Justin is ready to settle down with “Miss Right” but he still has to convince his brother Tucker that the heart is worth risking again after it has been hurt badly in the past.

One day while Tucker is venting out his frustrations to his friend Reece Halloday, Reece tells Justin about the existence of Rawhide, an exclusive BDSM club that has been a source of connecting unique couples and trios over the years with a permanent love match.

Could this be the place that the Davis brothers might find their unique brand of true love?

As an active member of Rawhide, Angel Cruz is no stranger to the BDSM lifestyle. A hard-working litigation attorney, Angel is a junior partner in a prestigious law firm on the rise to soon make full partner. She too is looking for a unique relationship on a more permanent basis but feels she has to keep her desires quiet as co-workers might judge her sexuality.

Buckskins, Boots and Bondage by Desiree Holt


Buckskins, Boots and Bondage by Desiree Holt
Publisher: Wild Rose Press
Genre: Contemporary
Length: Short Story (122 pages)
Other: BDSM, M/F, M/F/M, menage, anal play, toys
Rating: 4 stars
Reviewed by Dogwood

Twins Justin and Tucker Davis only want one thing–one woman to share for the rest of their lives. Angel Cruz wants two men who will cherish her forever. Sex between them is hotter than the Texas sun in August as they play out their fantasies at Rawhide, the private bondage club. But when her job threatens their livelihood, will their newfound connection be strong enough to survive?

Book four in the Rawhide series, “Buckskins, Boots and Bondage” provides the same blistering heat as the previous three books. As the reigning literary queen of the “3-way romantic adventures”, Desiree Holt does a fantastic job at turning this sexy cowboy menage story into a sizzling tale that heats the heart as well as the libido.

Gorgeous and domineering twins, Justin and Tucker Davis are co-owners in a cattle feed-supply company. Both men have been burned by love before but both men also know that the only relationship that is for them is sharing that one “little-gal’s” affections between themselves.

Their hometown is very conservative, making it hard to find someone to connect with that not only lives close by but is also someone who is looking for the same kind of relationship that they are seeking.

Justin is ready to settle down with “Miss Right” but he still has to convince his brother Tucker that the heart is worth risking again after it has been hurt badly in the past.

One day while Tucker is venting out his frustrations to his friend Reece Halloday, Reece tells Justin about the existence of Rawhide, an exclusive BDSM club that has been a source of connecting unique couples and trios over the years with a permanent love match.

Could this be the place that the Davis brothers might find their unique brand of true love?

As an active member of Rawhide, Angel Cruz is no stranger to the BDSM lifestyle. A hard-working litigation attorney, Angel is a junior partner in a prestigious law firm on the rise to soon make full partner. She too is looking for a unique relationship on a more permanent basis but feels she has to keep her desires quiet as co-workers might judge her sexuality.

When Justin, Tucker and Angel meet at Rawhide only to discover an immediate bond, they soon find themselves grasping towards the brass-ring… but when Angel’s job threatens the new found love-trio can they survive the carnage with enought strength to carry them through to happily ever-after?

Ms. Holt provides the reader with enough erotic fantasy ideas to fuel a bonfire. Her characters are intriguing and her words flow smoothly into a fun and entertaining read. I will definitely pull this story out again in the future when I am looking for a quick tale to stir the imagination, after all what is not to love about hot, sexy cowboys paying homage to one lucky lady?

The love scenes in this story are extremely hot, and the sexual details are explicit and juicy. The main characters have exciting chemistry and are totally loveable. What can I say except, Yum-Yum, darlin’ giddy-up?

Need a “noon-day” pick-me-up? Well mosey on up to Rawhide partners where “Buckskins, Boots and Bondage” will warm you faster than a wild-west camp-fire.When Justin, Tucker and Angel meet at Rawhide only to discover an immediate bond, they soon find themselves grasping towards the brass-ring… but when Angel’s job threatens the new found love-trio can they survive the carnage with enought strength to carry them through to happily ever-after?

Ms. Holt provides the reader with enough erotic fantasy ideas to fuel a bonfire. Her characters are intriguing and her words flow smoothly into a fun and entertaining read. I will definitely pull this story out again in the future when I am looking for a quick tale to stir the imagination, after all what is not to love about hot, sexy cowboys paying homage to one lucky lady?

The love scenes in this story are extremely hot, and the sexual details are explicit and juicy. The main characters have exciting chemistry and are totally loveable. What can I say except, Yum-Yum, darlin’ giddy-up?

Need a “noon-day” pick-me-up? Well mosey on up to Rawhide partners where “Buckskins, Boots and Bondage” will warm you faster than a wild-west camp-fire.

Time to get Hammered!
Wednesday, August 8th, 2012


Out today from Ellora’s Cave:
Hammered: Second in the Erector Set series.


Alex McMann is putting his Masters in Business Administration to good use running the business end of the construction company that he owns with his brothers. He’s flown high and wide through the female segment of every geographic area in which the company has a presence, and now he’s ready at last to settle down. When he meets Olivia D’Angelo, CFO of one of their client companies, he’s sure he’s found The One.


Olivia is sharp, she’s smart, she’s sassy and she challenges him both in and out of the bedroom, where the sex is hot and plentiful. Just one problem. She has her own issues and isn’t looking for anything permanent. Can Alex convince her that he’s enough to satisfy her for the rest of her life? 


Chapter One


The elevator pinged softly, the doors whooshed open and Alex McMann stepped out into the plush reception area for Concordia. Just the one name. Concordia. But everyone recognized it and the villages it built. He tried not to be impressed—after all, he’d been in some pretty fancy offices—but this one outdid all of them. Quiet, understated elegance that shrieked money. No muddy shoes in here.

A woman with stylishly upswept blonde hair, who looked as if she been dressed at Saks Fifth Avenue, was working at a semicircular desk made of polished cherrywood, head bent over what she was doing. But the sound of the elevator registered belatedly, she lifted her head and gave him a smile he bet she spent hours practicing in front of a mirror.

He forced himself not to run his finger around his collar or brush a hand over his hair, habits that denoted nerves. McMann Brothers Development was no penny ante company and after all, he’d been asked to a meeting here. He hadn’t come begging for an appointment. Still, hammering out a contract with Concordia would move them into a whole new class of developers. This was the giant step they’d been working toward. If it panned out.

“Do not fuck this up,” his brothers told him when he left the office. “Whatever they want, if we get the contract it will push us into a whole new level.”

“Do you want to wipe my nose and check behind my ears?” he asked with a sarcastic edge.

“Just go,” Josh told him.

“And call the minute you’re out of the building,” Tyler added.

“Sure, sure, sure,” he called grumpily over his shoulder.

So now here he was, hoping he was thoroughly prepared for this meeting. He knew—they all knew—that Concordia was famed for the award-winning villages they built all over the world. A portfolio the McMann brothers hungered to be included in.

“You’re Mr. McMann, right?” The woman’s voice was soft, modulated.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Ma’am? Was he a schoolboy?

She picked up the receiver on her desk and spoke softly into it, then smiled at him again. “Jennifer will be right out to get you,” she told him.

Okay. Jennifer. He stood with his briefcase, trying to wait without fidgeting. Then a door opened at the far end of the hall and the woman of his dreams walked toward him. If this was Jennifer he might hang around after hours. It wasn’t just his cock that wanted to stand at attention. He felt his heart drop to the bottom of his feet then bounce back up into his throat.

Jesus, Alex. Get your shit together.

She was of medium height, but that was the only thing medium about her. Hair the color of deep auburn hung to her shoulders in loose waves. And though she was dressed in a tailored blouse and straight skirt, the material of both was soft and did little to hide curves that made his mouth water. Her heels added three inches to her height but she didn’t teeter on them as many women did. She had an air of  supreme confidence and he wondered exactly what Jennifer did that she exuded such poise and assurance.

When she reached him, she extended a graceful hand. “Mr. McMann? Jennifer was handling something for us so I came to fetch you myself. Olivia D’Angelo.”

“Alex McMann.” He grinned. “But then you know that.” When he shook hands with her electricity zinged between them. She felt it, too, her eyes narrowing just a tiny bit. He held onto her hand a millimeter of a second too long, loving both the strength of her grip and the soft skin of her palm.

“Indeed I do.” She eased her hand from his, her lips curving in a tiny but mischievous smile and lights dancing in her hazel eyes.

Oh yes. This woman was temptation on a plate. He wondered what she looked like without those clothes, hair spread out on a pillow—

“Mr. McMann?” Her words shook him out of the erotic reverie he had momentarily fallen into. “Let’s go. Everyone’s waiting for you.”

What was the matter with him? He was supposed to be here on business—and very important business—not pleasure. He held his briefcase in front of him, just in case his stupid dick decided to intrude and tried to control the sudden heavy thudding of his heartbeat. But as he followed her down the hallway he was mesmerized by the sway of her hips as she walked. Oh yeah, he was in very big trouble here. And about to enter what could be the most important meeting of his life.

Nice going, dickhead.

She opened a heavy oak door and ushered him into a conference room where nine men and women waited for him, studying him curiously. Some were dressed in business attire, others more casually. Alex figured those were the ones who checked on job sites. Construction and electrical engineers. He didn’t let their casual attire fool him. To sit at this table you had to be sharper than a tack.

A man at the closest end of the table rose and held out a hand to him.

“Alex? I’m Frank Vincent, president of Concordia.” Vincent was a broad, muscular man of medium height, in a suit Alex estimated cost him close to three thousand bucks. His salt and pepper hair and matching moustache set off the deep green of his eyes. Shrewd eyes that Alex was sure missed nothing.

He waved a hand to indicate the assembled group. “This is my executive staff. And your guide, Olivia, is my chief financial officer.” He smiled. “Don’t let the fact that she’s a woman give you false idea. She’s a shark with numbers and eats people for lunch at the negotiating table.”

Chief financial officer? A shark? Alex hoped he did a good job masking the shock that jolted through him. He didn’t know which part of his body she affected more—his brains or his balls. But he took the vacant seat Vincent indicated, removed a pen, yellow pad and brochure from his briefcase and waited for the man to proceed.

And be sure to read Book One: Erected

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