Wednesday, October 31, 2012

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Celebrating the release of TIE ME DOWN, my latest in KNIGHTS IN BLACK LEATHER BDSM, menage series!
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Thursday, October 25, 2012

TIE ME DOWN release party at today!
TIE ME DOWN Release Party over at today!
Come over to learn more about shibari—and Case Turner and Samantha Marlowe!
Both live in Bravado, Texas, my Hill Country town where the men are good and plenty...and lonely.
Yes. Most men band together to keep one lucky woman happy.
They've learned how to share. Hmmm. Intriguing concept for men, right?
But it happens here. The reason the town has few women is purely economics. Many women leave town to go to college and most never return. Other women marry young and stay that way. So the eligible bachelors need to be smart and savvy to keep a woman they love very, very happy.
You do not want to miss this KNIGHTS IN BLACK LEATHER series that began with ROPE ME IN!

Monday, October 22, 2012

Shibari rules? They've got to have them!
For such an art that takes enormous strength and concentration on the part of master and submissive, yes, there are rules of procedure.

What are they?

Only a few, each one is meant to honorably protect the submissive or subject from harm or pain.
Each rule also ensures maximum enjoyment for the Nawashi and his subject.
They also blend to provide both master and sub with a sense of artistic accomplishment, vital to the beauty of the tableaux they create together.

The rules are:

1. Bind the prisoner so that he/she may not slip his bonds.

2. Bind the prisoner is such a way that you not cause any physical or mental injury.

3. Create a result that is beautiful to behold.
The fourth rule is optional and is at the decision of the Nawashi: Do not allow others to see the process of making the knots.

Have you ever trained to be a subject of a Nawashi? What was your experience?

Sunday, October 21, 2012

How does a shibari create art with rope...and a naked submissive?

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But how could a samurai use only rope as his medium—and how does this transform into erotic bondage?

The 16th and 17th century samurai warriors developed a system of tying up their captives in various positions that would incapacitate them. The positions would also show their subjugation to their conquerors. And to distinguish among the prisoners their rank, the warrior created a system of knots and positions that showed to anyone within their armies how valuable this particular prisoner was.

This system of showing honor and respect as well as social rank transformed in the late 18th and 19th centuries in Japan into the erotic bondage displays that today we call Kinbaku. (Demonstrations of this occurred in the geisha houses and evolved into auto-erotic bondage. Wood block prints of The Floating World portray such practices, difficult to find but available, also show erotic positions of bondage.)

Here, a master of the rope, called a Nawashi (rope artist) ties his subject into various poses, all of which show respect and honor to the subject and the master. The subject must practice total submission to the Nawashi and this requires not only practice but patience and concentration.  The art of working the ropes in a demonstration can take hours.

The result is a beautiful tableau or picture of a naked body bound in (usually) fine jute. Binding a female, a Nawashi uses the rope and knots to accentuate the curves and hollows of his subject’s hair, arms, legs, toes, fingers, breasts and genitalia. The more skilled the Nawashi, the more finely he can separate each part of his subject’s body and display it in erotic forms. Displaying a male subject can also be done, this time displaying the male body and even arranging the penis and testicles in artful manners. The reward of the Nawashi to his subject for an excellent submission and performance can be sexual intimacy and gratification.
Would you find this kind of bondage sexually exciting?

Saturday, October 20, 2012

What is shibari? And why is it BDSM?

TIE ME DOWN, my second in my KNIGHTS IN BLACK LEATHER series, stars Case Turner who is a shibari master.

And just what is shibari?

Shibari, an ancient Japanese art form developed from samurai warriors, is the act of tying someone up. But it is not simply using a rope, tying a few knots and calling it a day. It is an expressive art form, used by 16th and 17th century samurai who lived in a feudal society where constant warfare among clans was the norm.

The use of tying up captured samurai from other clans was practical. These Japanese warriors had no prisons and did not wish to build any. Warfare in this period was fast, bloody and decisive. This meant that a samurai, who was bound by a code called bushido (Way of the Warrior) must honor his prisoners according to their rank.

But how could a samurai do that with only rope as his medium?

Ah, come back tomorrow to learn!

In the meantime, tell us if you have ever tried shibari, as master or subject!
TIE ME DOWN follows the best seller #1 in the KNIGHTS IN BLACK LEATHER series, ROPE ME IN, a delicious a quatre! 3 men for one lady!

Friday, October 19, 2012

Horror erotic romance? Brenna Zinn says, Oh, yeah

What’s this, you ask.  Horror Erotic Romance??  How can horror be erotic?  How can horror be romantic?  They go together like peanut butter and bacon. (And do you not LOVE the cover?)

But have you ever TRIED peanut butter and bacon?  I’m here to tell you, it’s yummy.  So is horror erotic romance. 

There’s nothing more invigorating, more spine tingling than a hero and a heroine in a situation where tension is high, nerves are on end, the completely unexplainable is happening.  Danger, drama, and hot kinky sex get our blood pumping and keep our noses into books.  So, ya.  Horror erotic romance really makes some good sense, and is probably why the genre is currently one of the hottest out there.

Halloween right around the corner, our taste for something a little scary peaks.  And lucky us, Ellora’s Cave, the number one publisher for erotic romance, delivers on not only the scary, but hot BDSM.

But don’t be confused. My latest Ellora’s Cave release, Rise of the Dom, isn’t a story about having sex with ghosts or the walking dead.  Nope.  Imagine a hot alpha male Dom, his sexy as sin sub, and an evil dead Dom who is hell-bent on continuing to control from beyond the grave.  But let me give you a little taste…

Rise of the Dom by Brenna Zinn
Copyright 2012  Ellora’s Cave Publishing

Chet placed his arm under Emma’s bent knees, then lifted her legs. When they were high enough that he could see the familiar curves of her apple bottom, he stopped. “You have disobeyed me. This is your punishment.”
He raised his hand over his shoulder and held his position. Emma didn’t need to know exactly when his palm would strike her ass. Better to prolong the suspense. Anticipation was such a decadent tool to use with a sub. As far as she knew, she would stay in this position for hours until he delivered the blow.
A sudden movement in the kitchen distracted Chet. A shiver registered on his skin as the temperature plummeted. He flicked his gaze in the direction of the stirring, but nothing looked out of the ordinary. The bright kitchen and the white table and chairs appeared untouched. Unmoved.
I know I saw something…
Out of the corner of his eye, he detected another movement. Something black. No more than four feet in height. When Chet shifted his eyes to see what the object was, there was nothing. Only clear countertops and an empty hallway leading to the living room.
Chet mentally shook his head. When was the last time he’d had his eyes checked? Three years? Five?
Realizing he still had his hand high over his head, ready to deliver Emma’s punishment, he decided it was time. His dick was hard and he wanted to feel the tight walls of her pussy coaxing him to come.
Yet a noise, quiet but growing louder, buzzed close by. He strained to identify the sound.
A fly? A bee?
He turned his head left and right, taking in every inch of the pantry and kitchen. Nothing he could see would generate such a strange hum. Not even a trapped insect trying to escape out a closed window. But the buzz was there, growing louder by the second.
He jerked back when he thought he detected mumbled words within the buzzing. A man’s voice, deep and forceful, whispered directly into his ear. At the same time a powerful mixture of anger and rage overwhelmed his senses, filling him as though he were an empty vessel.
You’re too soft.
She’s been willfully disobedient. She must be trained to obey.
Hit her hard. Hurt her. Ensure she knows you are her Master.
Chet glanced back at Emma. She gave no indication she heard anything out of the ordinary.
The woman is your slave. Your bitch. Your cunt.
Punish her. Make her writhe in pain.
Chet shook his head to rid himself of the angry voice provoking him.
NO! Chet silently shouted in his mind. I will not harm her. This is for her pleasure, not mine.
Tensing his arm, he swung down and slapped her bare ass with his hand. Though he restrained from hitting her too hard, the resulting loud smack broke the silence of the room. Chet remained unmoved as the sting of the spank traveled up his arm. The throb, heightened by the chill in the air, registered with his cock, which twitched beneath his jeans.
Despite the strike to her rear end, Emma made no further sound.
You’re no Dom, the voice admonished.
You’re a boy.
A pretender.
An embarrassment.
Once again the odd noise buzzed in Chet’s ear, but the intense feelings of anger and hatred melted from him. A streak of darkness on the edge of his peripheral vision pulled his gaze over his shoulder. He studied the limited view of the hallway from his place on the stairs.
Nothing was there.
He ran his fingers through his hair. Between the weird voice and the crazy tricks his eyes were playing on him, he was losing his fucking mind.
Concentrate, damn it. Don’t let Emma down. She’s depending on you to take this scene to completion.
Out of guilt or for good measure, he wasn’t sure which, he struck Emma’s ass again. She absorbed the pain, uttering not a word, moving not a muscle.
Satisfied he’d punished her sufficiently, Chet lowered his arm, allowing her legs to rest back on the steps leading down to the dungeon. He repositioned himself, then slid his hand up her thigh to remove her panties.
A crash, as though something heavy and breakable had been thrown to the floor, sounded from one of the rooms on the second floor.
Emma jerked upright and turned. Alarm filled her hazel eyes. “Did you hear that?”
“Yes.” Heart racing with a jolt of adrenaline, Chet grabbed the railing and pulled himself up. He stepped past Emma into the kitchen, fully prepared to kick ass and ask questions later if he had to. “Any idea what that was?”
“No.” She reached for her clothes. Without bothering to put on her top, she held the blouse like a flimsy shield in front of her chest while fumbling to put on her shorts. “It sounded like it came from my bedroom.”
Chet rushed to a counter and pulled a large knife from a butcher-block knife stand. The sharpened edge of the blade glinted in the last remaining rays from the setting sun. “I know how you feel about me roaming around your place outside of the dungeon, but you said you saw something in your room last night. I need to check this out.”
As he turned to leave, she stood and caught his arm. Lines of worry creased her forehead. A shadow of unease covered her expression like a dark mask. “I’m sure it’s nothing. Just something that fell by accident. I probably didn’t set something on my nightstand properly and it rolled off.”
“Whatever that was couldn’t have been sitting on your nightstand. It sounded huge.” He tried to pull away from her grasp, but she tightened her grip. “What? Why don’t you want me to go upstairs?”
She frowned and shook her head. “You don’t understand. I need a place I can go that’s all my own. A private place that’s just for me.”
So you don’t have to get too close to me. That’s what you really mean.
Impatience mixed with the adrenaline already pumping into his blood and muscles. “I do understand, but your safety is more important to me than your privacy. Let me go.”
“Okay.” Emma sighed as she removed her hold. She tugged on her blouse. “But I’m going with you.”
Unwilling to waste any more time, Chet nodded and ran down the short hallway. Emma followed closely behind. After reaching the bottom of the stairs, he used his long legs to his advantage, taking two steps at a time. He stopped at the second-story landing to catch his bearings. Never having been on this floor before, he wasn’t sure which door lead to her bedroom.
“This way.” Emma edged past him, taking a sharp turn to the left.
With his free hand, Chet grabbed the back of her shorts and stopped her in her tracks. “Me first. I’m the one with the knife in my hand. Remember?”
Taking the lead, he grabbed the door handle and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He swung the door open, holding the knife high in the air, ready to strike.
Near a bank of windows a cardboard box lay on its side, its top flaps up and open. The contents of the box, mostly picture frames and knickknacks, littered the carpeted floor. The force of the fall had scattered pieces of broken glass all the way to the foot of Emma’s neatly made bed. Other boxes stood precariously stacked against the wall.
“See. No big deal. One of my boxes fell.” Emma knelt and picked up a large shard of glass.
The short hairs on the back of his neck rose as Chet entered the room and glanced around. When he saw the back wall, his blood ran cold. His grip tightened on the kitchen knife. Unable to utter a word, he tapped Emma’s back.
When she looked up, her gaze darted from his face to the wall. A full heartbeat passed before she caught her breath and let out a horrified scream.

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Thursday, October 18, 2012

Destiny Blaine visits with her WILD SIDE TOUR!

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The Wild Side by Destiny Blaine
Book One in the Trilogy of a Wolf’s Endowment

The wild side is an interesting stretch of territory where only the courageous survive.

Joe Kramer is a simple-minded young man tending farm with his father. When a neighbor needs a lift, his father sends him out to give the woman a ride. Soon, a Moonlight Clan Council member has her claws in Joe, leaving him a changed man. 
Accepting his fate, Joe joins a wolf pack steeped in history and tradition, but someone among them is threatening to tear their pack apart. To make matters worse, as the pack master, Joe rebukes the traditions of the past while ignoring the mandated placement of two mates. 
As he leads his pack to a position of strength, Joe will stand out as the clear Alpha destined to protect the East Tennessee Moonlight Clan Council, but will his lack of experience and immaturity cost the clan what they cherish most? And who, if anyone, will stand beside him when he fights to protect those closest to home? 
Excerpt from The Wild Side
Trilogy of A Wolf’s Endowment, Book One
Copyright © 2012 Destiny Blaine

“What is it?” he asked, now longing to feel that spurt of heat, the end result one finally reached when pleasure sought became pleasure gained.
“You’re beautiful,” she rasped, cupping his cheek. “More handsome than I ever imagined.” 
Her words drove him. Her praise consoled him. Through her, he was transformed and now he was larger than life. He bracketed his arm around her waist and drew her against him, noting the tightly drawn muscles as he gathered her small form and brought her to him. 
A loud noise whipped around them like tornado winds. The truck window split in two, shattering into bits and pieces right before his very eyes. Animalistic instincts drove him as he thrust inside her, unable to stop and acknowledge the happenings around him. 
His arousal heightened, reaching a peak he’d never expected. And something else occurred, too. The need to guard and protect, love and cherish, came over him like a breaking tide, leaving him torn between what he knew he’d felt before he took Rebecca and the feelings practically suffocating him now. 
A deep-rooted howl fell from his chest. Canines jabbed through his gums, dropping over his bottom lip without warning. Elongated nails were the first inclination his fingers were no longer attached to hands, but to claws. 
“What’s happening to me?” he asked, his senses sharper, far more profound. 
“You were determined to resist me. You wanted to be difficult,” Rebecca told him, sliding away from his lap. “You should’ve let me get you off, lover. I would’ve bitten you at the right time and you wouldn’t have had to deal with him.” She pointed to the window.
Joe immediately recognized the man Rebecca fingered in an effort to place blame. Jacob. 
“Now, Joe, you’re on your own.” 

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

ASSUME THE POSITION! Yoga with a side of good lovin'

Welcome Tanith Davenport and her newest short in an anthology that looks HAWT!
Tamar Brennan is depressed. Instead of going to a party at Delta Phi with her girlfriend, she’s freshly dumped and stuck indoors with only her roommate for company - her very hot, also gay roommate Elyse, on whom Tamar has been nursing a secret crush for months. Elyse has always kept their relationship strictly friends – apart from one drunken kiss which Tamar has never forgotten.
     Alone in their room drinking wine, the conversation turns to Elyse’s yoga training. The sight of Elyse’s slender body moving through yoga poses is too exciting for Tamar to resist, and Elyse is willing... but can Tamar convince her to break her just-friends rule in the cold light of day?

My new short Assume the Position is about two sorority sisters who are also roommates. Of course,  I could have just made them roommates in a standard college dorm, but there's something about sororities that attracts me when I write.

Over here in the UK, universities usually have plenty of societies - I spent a lot of time with the Film Society, the Italian Society and for some reason the Role-Playing Society (I blame my ex for that one) - but we don't have the Greek system. If we had, I would have joined. I grew up reading American college novels with indecipherable names and longing to be a member.

I'm not sure what it is. Possibly it's the sense of belonging. I always loved being a member of a group when I was a student; the busy social life, the circle of friends within easy reach. The thought of constant sorority and fraternity parties is also an attraction; I know sororities are also about leadership and community, but that's never the part that comes to mind.

And of course, the main pull? The opportunities for erotica. There's just something sexy about sorority girls floating around in babydoll nighties, getting drunk and seducing frat boys, or suddenly finding their hot roommate very attractive after several glasses of wine.

Which brings me back to Tamar and Elyse in Assume the Position... and I hope you like it!

Monday, October 15, 2012

Cougar luv in Cerise DeLand's newest, MORE THAN YOU KNOW!

Can you stare at him allllll day?
I know. That smile, eh?
Licking saliva from my lips.
WELL! To Business, dahlinks!
Here's the set up:
When a va-va-voom redhead walks into Luke Hurley’s bar, he vows to get to know her. But she escapes him every time, her family besieging her. Luke wants to save her. Hell, he wants to savor her if he can only figure out how to intrigue her…and nail her. Luke has his hands full of the classiest, funniest female he’s ever met for one naughty night. But will she love him tomorrow? 

Need a nibble of my newest cherry?
YEP, I see your hands raised out there!

Excerpt, Copyright 2012, Cerise DeLand. All rights reserved.
“Hi, Luke Hurley.” His redhead stood right in front of him, beaming at him so the world glowed suddenly more brightly in this dark crowded room.
“Hi, there,” he said to her, as she inched closer to the bar. “I’m so glad you came in.”
Thish has got to be Rita. Right?” Teresa took a slow gander at the woman he had told her kept him awake at night.
“Rita?” asked the lady in question, looking humored. “I’m—“
“Rita Hayworth. You bet!” Teresa clamped a hand on his lady’s arm and peered at her like an X-ray machine. “Luke, you pegged her. That is who she looks like. Gee. Lucky you, huh?”
Rita questioned him with a sideways grin. “Luke, I—”
“Teresa is my friend,” he explained, trying to keep Rita here until he got her phone number and her real name.
“I’m his copyeditor!” Teresa put in. “His friend.”
“Yes, Teresa, and the lady would like to have her arm back.”
“Oh, don’t chu worry yourself none, Luke and Rita. I am leaving. I am!”
He turned back to his redhead. “I’m glad you came in tonight. I’ve been trying to find out your name. Went to the catering manager and asked about the wedding here tomorrow, but she says the mother of the groom is a platinum blonde and short.”
“She is,” Rita exclaimed, little chuckles escaping her.
Someone shouted out that he had to stop holding hands with the bombshell and take his order. Where was his assistant bartender? He looked around but tugged at Rita’s hand.
“Okay, okay!” Luke told him, but zeroed in on Rita. “I want to call you. Ask you to dinner or drinks. Coffee, anything. I need your phone number.”
“Really? Oh, Luke, please let me—”
“I’ll find a pencil and pad. And by the way, that gown is unbelievable.” He had to tame his voice so he could speak about the gold-sequined mermaid thing that made his cock twitch. “I think I just went blind. Don’t move.”
He strode toward the register, found what he needed and stepped toward her.
But her son and Blondie appeared beside her. Blondie was pouting. The son raked his hair.
“I’m sorry. Tamara,” Rita bit off the words, never looking at her future daughter-in-law as she took Luke’s pen and wrote on his paper. “But I am the one who brought up Josh. And I will sit in the first pew. If you or your parents don’t like it, too bad. And Josh, if your father or his new wife don’t like it, tough.”
Luke watched the family drama, realizing why he hadn’t been able to learn Rita’s name. She was the divorced wife of Mr. Silver-haired Banker. And judging from the close ages of stepmother and son, Rita might actually be wife numero dos.
The son cursed. “Tam, I want her to sit in the front pew. This is my mother, and she deserves to take precedence.”
Ouch. Luke couldn’t help but look at Rita, who locked her gaze on his and grinned.
Blondie stomped her foot. “I won’t do this to my daddy. He wants this to look good for his friends. You know how he is about marriages made in heaven and no divorce.”
“Well, Tam, next to golf, divorce is my father’s favorite pastime,” Josh retorted, as Blondie huffed and made a beeline toward the door. “Aw, hell. Mom, what can I do here?”
Before Rita could answer, he fled. To Luke’s dismay, Rita raised her hands in frustration, threw him an apologetic look and followed her son.
Luke pounded his fist on the bar and the pad of paper jumped with the blow. Numbers and words bounced around. He grabbed the sheet.
Room 428. Rita
   “Ricardo!” Luke called out to his assistant, as he ripped off his bar apron. “Take over here.”

Friday, October 12, 2012

TIE ME DOWN, shibari anyone? Out today! YESSSSS!
He's an expert at tying people up... and never getting tied down to anyone himself.
Then he meets a woman he can't resist.
I lived in Japan for many years and even taught Japanese and Chinese history to college students while I lived there! Shibari is not a new deal to me. In fact, it is an art form.
Most definitely.
And Case Turner, local rancher and businessman in Bravado, is a master.
Come see how he performs on stage, with a submissive...and with a woman he cannot resist!
BUY LINK and read an excerpt:

Thursday, October 11, 2012

3 SASSY 7 debut by Nicole Austin, Regina Carlysle and Samantha Cayto

Sugar Girl by Nicole Austin
A guy walks into a bar... And finds the girl he shouldn’t have left behind. Their differences kept Candy and Jeremiah apart until finally, the road lead them back where they belong. But in the harsh light of the morning after can she really hold on to a shooting star?

Say Yes by Regina Carlysle
All work and no play is no way to live and J.D. Stone aims to change that after a chance meeting at the Menger Hotel. When the lonely rancher meets sassy photographer, Melissa Bell, the sparks fly and passions burn hot enough to incinerate them both.

Spank ’Em Cowboy by Samantha Cayto
Tara hopes to survive her sister's wedding without a wardrobe malfunction. Rob spots the voluptuous filly and cuts her from the herd. And when she craves someone to take the reins, he knows he's the right man to saddle her up for the ride of her life.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

3 more Naughty Stories by Desiree Holt, Allie Standifer and Brenna Zinn!

Yum, yum. Rush over to to get your copies of Desiree's, Allie's and Brenna's one night stands in our NAUGHTY SLEEPOVER series.
You will be deliciously happy.
God knows, I was. Am. Still.                      

Blame it on Texas by Allie Standifer
Everything's supposed to be bigger and better in Texas, right? Sexy plus size model Serena Morgan isn't convinced until Texas country star Kale Winters takes her in a night of passion. Come morning will Kale convince Serena he's the real deal or Blame it on Texas?

When a Lady Meets a King by Brenna Zinn
Lady Pembrook went to great lengths, traveling thousands of miles and assuming a false identity to satisfy her fantasy of a one-night stand with a real Texas cowboy. But when a mysterious stranger in dark sunglasses threatens to expose her scandalous behavior, a handsome King comes to the rescue.