Tuesday, June 21, 2016

From Russia with Rope by Claire de Lune ...

From Russia with Rope: 
The Blood Red Rose Club no 5
by Clair de Lune
Three's not a crowd when two of them are drop-dead-gorgeous Russian Doms, with a passion for rope. Dimitri Orlov and Valentin Polyakov are determined to win Olivia Dalguise. She is attracted to both of them, but fears to get hurt if Valentin goes back home. (she feels she must choose between them)
When danger threatens her and Dimitri's prize Borzoi, she realises what she really wants. Can the Doms of The Blood Red Rose Club rescue her and will Dimitri and Valentin come up with a way to give their sub her happy ever after ending?

Background to the story
The Blood Red Rose Club no 5 is the story of Olivia and her two gorgeous Russian Doms, with the help of a few old friends.


The next evening when Valentin arrived at the club he lingered in the foyer until he got Olivia alone.
“Good evening, Mr Polyakov, is there something I can help you with?”
“Please call me Valentin. I was wondering if you could recommend some cultural activities in Carlisle.” He smiled encouragingly and leaned over the desk a very little. It wouldn’t do to crowd her, but he needed to show more than just interest.
“Why yes. Have you visited Tullie House?”
“Yes, and I found it most interesting, especially the exhibits about the border 'reivers.' It must have been really dangerous to live in these parts with both the Scots and the English raiding back and forth across the border.”
“Yes, I bet it wasn’t very pleasant. Have you been out to Hadrian’s Wall?”
“Devil is taking me on a visit next weekend.”
“You must visit the lakes while you are here. You can go for a boat trip and then eat in a local pub.”
“Yes, I intend to do just that. I may go this weekend, but it’s not much fun if you’re on your own, is it?” He was delighted to see she couldn’t meet his gaze and had to look down.

* * * *

That answers my question. He’s a Dom, even if he’s not trained yet. I could see myself submitting to him, feeling his hands on me, his cock deep inside me. Damnation. I want him as much as I want Dimitri. This isn’t right. What sort of woman am I?
“Well, how pretty you look when you blush, Olivia. I wonder what thoughts caused you to be so uncomfortable. Do tell me.”
“Oh, it was nothing at all. I couldn’t possibly. It’s nothing, Mr…er…Valentin,” she replied. Idiot. What a mess I made of that. Look at the way he’s smiling. I bet he knows what I was imagining.
“Really I’m not good at tourist information. You can go to the old town hall in the centre of town. They’re much better qualified to help you,” she said in the coolest tones she could manage. Why does he have to lean over the desk? That cologne he’s wearing is sinful, not to mention that open-necked shirt. He’s overwhelming, and I could be tempted. But he’s not staying and I don’t want a fling.
“Yes, I know it, but I was hoping for a more personal recommendation, mishka.”
“What does that mean?” she asked, intrigued and immediately regretting it. He’ll take that as encouragement, just what I don’t need.
“It means ‘little mouse’. Has anyone ever told you how adorably you wrinkle your nose when you are thinking?”
“Do I? I mean no they haven’t. I’m not a mouse.”
“You are adorable in your confusion, mishka.”
“I’m not. I mean I’m not confused. You are flustering me.”
“Oh. I’d like to do a lot more than that, mishka. Come and explore the lakes with me this weekend,” he pleaded.
Wouldn’t I just love to do that? What am I thinking? I want Dimitri, not Valentin, charming though he is. If only he were staying. Dimitri hasn’t said anything. What if he doesn’t want me? What if it’s just politeness? It can’t be. I’ve seen the way he gazes at me when he thinks I’m not looking. He’s just shy and needs time.
“What is it, mishka? What troubles you? Tell me and I will help you to sort it out.” His voice was like liquid molasses. It flowed over and around her, stealing her will and her ability to think. Before she could stop herself she blurted out, “Dimitri.”
“Ah. That explains it. You and Dimitri are an item.”
“No, we aren’t,” she replied.
“But he wants you?”
“No, yes, I don’t know.” This is getting worse by the minute.
“You want him? Is that it? Yes, that’s it. You want him, but he hasn’t spoken. Maybe you need to encourage him, and remember a woman can love more than one man.”
“Really?” she said and made the mistake of looking into his eyes again.
“Oh yes. Look at Rose. She has Salvador, Hari, and Olaf.”
“But Olaf is gay,” she protested.
“Yes he is, but he loves Rose and she him. Intimacy doesn’t have to be physical, but it’s so much more fun when it is,” he said, winking at her. “Think about what I’ve said and if you want to come to the lakes with me, let me know as I leave. Please do come, Olivia.” He tickled her under the chin, and then he bowed and left. She stood gazing after him. For goodness' sake. I’m drooling like a schoolgirl. But he is drop-dead gorgeous, and wouldn’t I just love to go and explore him? To hell with the lakes.


“Come with me, Olivia. Serena can cope with reception,” Dimitri said. Startled, she looked into his eyes and the desire she saw there made her toes curl.
“Yes, Dimitri. Serena, I will be back soon,” she said.
“No, Serena, she won’t. You can cope I’m sure.” Dimitri’s voice was low, but his tone brooked no argument. Olivia followed him into the club and over to a comfortable armchair. He sat and opened his legs wide, placing a cushion on the floor.
“Kneel, sub. Eyes on me.” She knelt and gazed up at him. “You’ve no need to be afraid. I won’t hurt you…much. We are going to negotiate a scene. I’ll tell you what I want, and then it’s up to you to choose to accept or not.”
“Very well, Dimitri,” she murmured, her gaze locked on his.
“Well, Dimitri won’t do. ‘Sir’ will be acceptable until we see where this is taking us. Do you want to choose a safe word or use ‘red?’
“‘Red’ will be fine, D…Sir.”
“Good girl. Now you filled in the forms setting your limits. I’ve read them and what I want to do doesn’t push your boundaries, tonight.”
“I filled them in ages ago and I’ve forgotten what I chose, but I trust you, Sir,” she said.
“We’d best add ‘yellow,’ then. If you need a break, or things are getting a bit too intense that will give you a pause to collect yourself and talk to me about what is bothering you. ‘Red’ will stop everything. Do you understand the difference?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very well. Let’s begin by getting rid of all those clothes, Strip, sub. Clothes in a neat pile on that cushion.”
Olivia was surprised at her swift compliance with his order, for it was an order. She removed every stitch of clothing and folded each item carefully as instructed. Boy am I glad I’ve just had a visit to the beauty parlour. At least I am waxed and looking my best.
“Right, now over to the St Andrew’s cross,” Dimitri said. He walked over and selected soft leather cuffs, and then he attached them with Velcro to her wrists and ankles, checking to see they weren’t too tight. He took her left breast in his hand, cupped it, weighed it, played with her nipple until it stood erect and firm, and then he attached a nipple clamp, loosening it slightly when she yelped. He repeated the process with her right breast and stood back to admire his work.
“Beautiful. You have gorgeous breasts, pchelka. I have been wanting to play with them for ages. I am going to enjoy myself tonight.” His words sent a rush of moisture to her pussy and she clamped her legs together so he wouldn’t see. He chuckled.
“No, no, no. You have no secrets from your Dom.” He bent and, pushing her legs apart he inserted one finger between her folds, and then he withdrew and licked off the moisture. She was embarrassed and didn’t know where to look.
“Eyes on me, pchelka. You taste as good as you smell. Not for nothing did I choose to call you ‘my honey-bee.’ Now let’s begin. I want to see the nectar running down your legs tonight.” She gasped and he laughed. Then he attached the cuffs to the cross, leaving her spread-eagled with her back towards him. He checked that her breasts were free and the clamps still comfortable. She began to shake, caught between arousal and fear of what was to come.
“There, there, my pet. All will be well.” His hands on her felt right and she calmed down. He stepped back and suddenly she felt the soft thud of the flogger. He began gently, but gradually the force of the blows increased. It was nothing she couldn’t handle. He pelted her back, buttocks, and thighs. She couldn’t anticipate where the next blow was going to fall, and her skin became sensitised. She felt alive and aroused. The moisture gathered in her pussy and ran down her legs. She didn’t care. She felt herself floating, at peace. She was vaguely aware that he said something, but she didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She wanted to cling onto the delicious sensation as long as she could. She felt him release her ankles. She sagged and, when he released her wrists, she would have fallen, if he hadn’t caught her in his arms and lifted her up. She rested her head against him and gave herself up to his strong arms.

He sat down and drew her to him. “This will hurt, but I will make it better,” he said. When he removed the first nipple clamp and the blood flowed back she hissed and he bent his head to suckle and soothe her tortured nipple. She was more prepared for the second one’s release and enjoyed his attentions to her tender flesh, which his hot mouth and agile tongue soothed. She arched her back, offering herself to him. He redoubled his caresses and she moaned. He reached for water and a blanket, an obliging sub offered him. He cuddled her to his chest. She smelled his cologne mingled with sweat. How delicious he smells. Greatly daring she stuck out her tongue and licked his chest. He growled and tightened his hold on her. Tipping up her face he kissed her, tenderly at first, but as she opened for him and welcomed his kisses, they became more penetrating and passionate. He stroked her tongue with his and she responded. She could feel his swollen cock pressing into her bottom. Suddenly he took hold of her and settled her on her knees straddling his thighs.
© Clair de Lune, Siren Publishing, 2016

Author bio: 
I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired, I became bored with just the domestic routine.
My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then, writing has become an important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.
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Friday, June 17, 2016

Bearly Theirs by Maia Dylan ...

Bearly Theirs
by Maia Dylan
Series: The Bears of Greenspoint, 1

Book Blurb:
Keiko Saito is having the worst day of her life — but it also happens to be the best. The same day she learns of her brother’s death and her need to return to Japan, she discovers that the feelings she has harbored for two men for almost two years are returned.

Logan and Cooper Anderson have known that Keiko was their mate from the first moment they met.  They hired her for their business and planned to steal her heart at the same time.  Their idea to take it slow is shot to hell when she learns of her brother’s death.  They are together for one night, one perfect night when they allow their feelings for each other to dictate their actions. When they awake the next morning, their mate is gone.

Can Cooper and Logan find their mate in time to save her from the future she fears, or will they lose her before she can ever truly be theirs?
**erotic romance, ménage a trois, paranormal, shape-shifter, anal sex, double penetration

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 “You bellowed?” Keiko inquired dryly. Both men’s facial expressions changed in the same instant. Logan’s face slipped into its usual scowl and Cooper grinned at her. Both men started to talk at once, asking questions until Keiko lifted her hand and whistled loud and shrill. This was a skill she had perfected since coming to work at ACE and it came in handy when both men required her help. “As developed as my ability to multi-task is, and to be fair it is definitely higher than most and that is why you headhunted me for this job in the first place and pay me what you do, I have yet to master the ability to conduct two conversations at the same time.”
“Sorry, Kei,” Cooper said with a grin that told her he was anything but.
She shook her head and cast a slight look to the heavens for patience. “Now, Logan the Jenkins file still holds the status of pending, so it will be on the shared drive.” She held her hand up to stop him when it looked like he was about to interrupt. “Until that contract has been verified and the retainer has cleared, it will stay pending. Look in the commercial builds folder on that drive and there is a folder titled Jenkins.” Logan clicked his mouse a couple of times and then gave her the quick thumbs-up that he had what he needed.
“Cooper, there is nothing wrong with the spreadsheet I sent you. Have you changed anything in the master data and not transposed the same formula?”
Cooper got a sheepish look on his face as he tapped away on his keyboard for a moment. When he looked up from his screen, his grin was firmly in place again. “Yep, that is exactly what I did. Again. Sorry, Kei. What would we do without you?” He was the only person in the world that shortened her name, and she secretly loved it.
She nodded her head in response, then turned to look between the two men. “Will there be anything else tonight, gentlemen?”
“No, thanks, Keiko,” Logan said with a small smile and her heart stuttered at the intense look he suddenly got in his eyes. For some reason, it made her think of the way a predator would observe its prey. His look said he wanted to devour her, and she was only too willing to be devoured. She swallowed audibly and felt a gush of heat between her legs.
Giving them a wide, and hopefully not too fake a smile, Keiko nodded. “Great! Then have a good night and I will see you both in the morning.” Spinning on her three-inch heel, Keiko strode from the office pausing only long enough to grab her jacket and purse, then left. She took the elevator down from the top floor, buzzing her way out the door and into the muggy air of a Texas spring evening.
She told herself as she walked the three blocks to her bus stop that there was no way that Logan or Cooper could tell that she had basically drenched her own panties in front of them. She would simply lie down and die of mortification if they ever knew how easily they turned her on. By the time she had reached the bus stop, and her phone started ringing, she had convinced herself that her secret was safe and that they had no clue.
* * * *
“Jesus Christ,” Logan groaned as their office manager scampered from their office and out to the elevators so fast she basically left skid marks on the carpet. “Did you smell that?” Logan turned to his brother and from the mask of barely controlled need etched on his face, it was clear that Cooper had caught it as well.
Cooper closed his eyes and inhaled deeply again. “You’re damn fucking skippy I smelled that. Keiko saw something in the look you gave her that she definitely liked. Her breathing rate increased, I could see the pulse at the base of her neck start beating wildly, and the sweet, sweet musk of her arousal fucking filled this office.” Eyes opening, he turned to look at Logan, and Logan could see his eyes flickering green to black, which spoke of how close he was to losing control to his bear. “Our mate is needy and not going to her and fulfilling that need is fucking killing my bear.”
Logan nodded. He understood exactly what Cooper was saying. Hell, his own bear was pacing impatiently within him, roaring his desire to chase their mate and claim her as theirs, but they had to show some restraint and control. There were issues they had to sort through before they claimed their mate, not least of which was explaining the fact to her that they had the ability to shift into half-ton bears with nothing more than a thought, and were members of the Greenspoint bear sloth. That tended to be one hell of a precursor to telling someone she was destined to be the love of their lives


“The first day you stepped into our office, you wore this pale blue blouse with mother-of-pearl buttons.” As he spoke, Cooper reached out and gently began to slide the buttons of the white silk blouse she wore now through the buttonholes. “I wanted nothing more than to remove that shirt, button by button and expose the beautiful expanse of skin I knew hid beneath it.” He matched his words with his actions, gently opening the blouse, pulling it gently from the waistband of the skirt she wore.
The breath caught in Cooper’s throat at the sight of the white demi bra that she wore that pushed her breasts up, plumping them slightly at the top. “Holy…shit.”
Unable to resist, Logan leaned in and looked over her shoulder, getting the full effect of the fantastic things this particular bra did for her breasts. “Sweet mother of God,” Logan murmured as he reached up to slip the blouse from her shoulders. “If I knew you had a penchant for wearing sexy as all fuck underwear like this under those suits of yours, we would have been here a hell of a lot sooner.”
Cooper took a deep breath to try to curb the desire building within him at an astonishing rate. “You were wearing a dark blue pencil skirt with that blouse, and I loved the way it clung to every sweet curve.” Cooper dropped to his knees in front of her, and the sweet scent of her arousal filled the air. The waistband of her skirt loosened and Cooper knew that Logan had released the button and zip at the back. “Now, normally, I’m the kind of guy that rips the wrapping paper off my presents and prefers to dive straight into dessert. But in this case, I’m willing to wait a few seconds more than I want to, because I have the feeling that bra you’re wearing might be part of a set, designed to drive a man insane.”
Gently, he gripped the edge of her skirt and slid it over the luscious curve of her hips, and then let it drop to the floor, leaving her standing in just her underwear, and Cooper growled at the barely there panties their woman was wearing. He looked up at the goddess who stood before him and nearly swallowed his tongue.
Gently he ran his hands up the backs of her legs. He groaned when he got to the naked globes of her ass. “You wear G-strings? Logan’s right, if we knew about these we would have been here a hell of a lot faster.” Unable to wait another minute, he gently stripped the small scrap of lace from her beautifully bare pussy and then tugged her hips toward him. “Lean back, love. Rest your shoulders on Logan’s chest.” He watched as she complied, noticing that Logan had stripped the bra from her, and removed his own shirt. His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs strumming her dark nipples, and a rosy red shade of arousal had swept across Keiko’s chest and up her neck.
“I’m gonna taste you now, love.” Cooper gently lifted her left leg to place it on his shoulder, trusting his brother to hold her strong all the while looking up into her lust-glazed eyes and grinned. “Feel free to scream for me.” Then he placed his mouth right over her very wet pussy, listening to her sweet cry of shocked pleasure, and swept his tongue through the hot liquid that had pooled there, pulling it into his mouth. Her flavor was sweet and salty and so fucking addictive he knew she was going to quickly become his favorite meal. Then he settled in to drive her crazy. He took the sounds she made as verbal clues, telling him what she liked and how she liked to be pleasured.
When he swept the flat of his tongue up and over her swollen clit, she thrust her hips forward with a cry. When he gently slid his finger up inside her hot, tight pussy, she shuddered and gripped his hair, which he liked a lot, but it was when he combined the two together that had her screaming his name as she shattered against his tongue. Growling softly, he lapped up every drop of cream her body rewarded him with, loving her through the first orgasm of many he was determined to give her tonight.
As he pulled back he felt the last sliver of his heart, the part he held back in case all their plans went to hell, slide away and join the rest, completely and utterly with her.

Five questions for the author
Q: Every book is special to an author.  What is it about this book that makes it special for you?
A: Every book is special, and I love all that I have written and the ones I have yet to write!  But this one is special because it brings in a little Japanese element that means a lot to me.  I lived in Japan for three years and it is a language and culture that is near and dear to me.

Q:  Sometimes things happen when you are writing a series that wasn’t expected at all.  Have you had this happen to you?
A:  Heaps!  I am not a planner.  I am a write-by-the-set-of-your-panties kinda girl.  There have been moments where I will finish up a scene and be like WTF?  I did not see that coming! 

Q.  Is that why you always include a danger element to your books?
A.  I write what I love to read.  I love books that take you on a journey, but where the characters face a challenge that adds an element of urgency to them and to the book.  As a reader, there is nothing I like more than getting that goose bump, hair rising on the back of my neck feeling as I join the characters within the book I am reading on the journey to solve their mystery.  I want to give that to my readers.

Q.  What are you working on at the moment?
A.  I have quite a few WIPS on the go at any one time.  Right now I am working on book 9 in my Grey River series, book three in my Sniper Team Bravo series, a collaboration work I have on the go with Sarah Marsh and Elena Kincaid and a couple of stand alones that had caught my muse’s interest.

Q.  Do you have anything to say to your current readers or to those that haven’t yet read you work?
A.  If you have read any of my books, thank you so very much!  It blows my mind that someone has actually read something that I wrote, but gosh I hope you enjoyed it!  Did you?  Please let me know, I find I suffer from a slight case of needy-nelly with my writing.  If you haven’t read my book, but you love erotic romance stories between strong men and an independent woman, where the path to their happily ever after can be a bumpy one, but there is always a happily ever after, and their love and laugher is real on every page, then you’ll find my books right up your alley!

Author bio:
Maia Dylan lives, loves and works in beautiful New Zealand.  She married her best friend and they have two adorable, but stubborn children who obviously take after their father. 
Maia’s career has featured a lot of travel, and she has filled her time at airports and in the air with books, books and more books.  Her love of erotic paranormal romance has seen her amass a huge library.  She has been an avid reader and lover of ménage romances since she read her first book in this genre about three years ago.
In January of 2015, Maia submitted her first ever manuscript to Siren Publishing.  She wasn’t at all confident that it would be accepted and in fact she was expecting a nicely worded email with a resounding no!  Much to her surprise less than two weeks later she had an acceptance and a signed contract in hand.  Since then she has also been published by Evernight Publishing and is loving every minute of it.
Outside of writing, Maia loves to eat, so she loves to cook!  Her herb garden is legendary, but she still has issues getting tomatoes to grow.  She’s been a performer for years, and has even sung on international stages, she would love to own a classic Ford Mustang one day and of course have the opportunity to race it on a race track without fear of a speeding ticket.
Although ultimately her dream is to be able to write full time on a sandy beach with a Mai Tai at hand, she is quite happy to fit her writing in when she can.  As long as someone reads her books, gets a laugh and maybe come to love her characters and much as she does, then she feels that she is living her dreams no matter what!

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Thursday, June 09, 2016

Can't Forget by Colleen S Myers ...

Is it better to be safe or loved?

Four months have passed since the E’mani destroyed the Earth and scooped up the remains. Elizabeth “Beta” Camden was one of those taken. With the help of their enemies, the Fost, she escapes and confronts her prior captors successfully. Though she knows she should remain vigilant toward the E’mani, she follows her heart instead and falls in love with Marin, the sexy Fost warrior.

She should have trusted her first instinct.

This time the E’mani don’t come in force–they slip in silently. And any hope Beta had of a peaceful life is lost. She leaves in the dead of night to find the E’mani stronghold and end them once and for all. But love is a tricky bitch.  It takes a threat to Marin’s safety to make Beta realize, if she can’t forget her past, she won’t have a future.


“That is for later. No peeking.” Well, now I deeply regretted not looking. He must have read my expression because his laughter rang out.
“I love you.”
And just like that he dropped it on me. I froze like a deer in headlights. My heart fluttered. I’d suspected for a while that he did. He’d told it to me in so many small ways since I moved in. I was the first and last thing he thought of every day, that last he had told me. But this was the first time he used the L word. How I felt was more complicated. I was human and he was Fost. And to be honest, I didn’t know what I was anymore, not after the E’mani because I wasn’t me.
He laughed even more at my expression. “It is all right, I do not expect a response, but I wanted you to know.” He glanced down and shifted in his seat.
 I pretended it was fine like he said and cleared my throat. “So.”
The silence stretched for a few beats. But it wasn’t all right.
Oh, forget it. I was no good at lying to myself or anyone else. He needed something.

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About Colleen:
Colleen S. Myers was raised in a large catholic family in the outskirts of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania where she grew up on Harlequin teen romances and stories from her mother’s days as a paramedic. She went on to attend Allegheny College majoring in Biology and English.

After college, Colleen spent a year in service in the Americorp giving back to the community at a local Pittsburgh Women Infants and Children Clinic (WICC) before attending Kirksville College of Osteopathic Medicine on a military scholarship.

Upon completing medical school, Colleen attended residency at Andrews Air Force Base in Maryland and was on base in Washington, DC during 9/11. She earned three meritorious service awards from the military. After serving seven years of active duty, she promptly landed a position at the VA to provide fellow veterans with optimum medical care. Still an avid fan of romances into adulthood, her love of the genre inspired her to hone her craft as a writer, focusing on contemporary romance and science fiction. Her background in medicine and the military provides an inspiring layer of creative realism to her stories and characters.
Her first book, Must Remember, the first book in the Solum series, is published by Champagne Press. The sequel, Can’t Forget, coming in June 2016, is the recipient of the 2015 RWA New England Readers Award.
Colleen currently resides in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with her husband and son, and spends her spare time writing. She is also working on a new contemporary romance.

Look for her at Three Rivers Romance Writers, at Facebook Colleen Myers, and at @ColleenSMyers.

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