Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Casey's Choice by Alexis Alvarez

Um….wow…just started Alexis Alvarez’s brand new release Casey’s Choice. Did I already say um…wow??? Check this out…


When trendy young artist Casey Reilly sneaks into Chicago’s most exclusive club under a fake name, it isn’t long before two rich, handsome men are vying for her attention. The club’s owner, billionaire Jax Hunter, is the first to make his move, but when he discovers her deception he has difficulty forgiving Casey.
After Hunter’s cold response to the truth about Casey’s identity leave her dejected, Max Abbott doesn’t waste time in stepping in to pick up the pieces, and he promptly gets to work on mending her broken heart. But when Hunter decides to try to win her back, Casey will have to make the most important choice of her life.

And the excerpt…

“I trust you here.” His voice sounded surprised, then certain. “I trust you.  But before I go, and before you do, we have one piece of unfinished business.” He raised his eyebrow, and the mood between them ratcheted up into something erotic and dangerous.
“Oh? And what is that?” Her voice was sultry, and she ran a finger over his hand.  “Do you need to fuck me again, Hunter?”
He shook his head.  “I wish I could, but there’s no time for that.”  
“Then…what?” Confused, she frowned, but comprehension dawned when he said, “Last night I promised you the brush and the crop.  I always keep my promises.”
Her eyes widened.  “But –”
“You mean, now, now?”
“If I don’t want to?”
He leaned in and whispered into her ear.  “Don’t worry; you’ll want to.”  And the simple touch of his lips to her skin had her heart hammering in her chest and arousal surging in her body. God.   And when he added in his regular voice, “Fetch the crop from my room,” she sucked in a breath, lost in his dominant gaze.

Alexis Alvarez is an author, photographer, and digital designer who loves writing steamy romances.  Her female heroines are always strong, intelligent women who fall for the sexiest guy around...and get the happy-ever-after ending of their dreams.

You can usually find Alexis hanging out with her family or her sisters, who are also romance writers, at their website, Graffiti Fiction.  The three of them love to drink wine together and laugh like hyenas while making dirty jokes and really inappropriate comments. Their mom is very proud.

One really cool thing about Alexis is that she’s a friendly author who loves meeting new people on Facebook. Please come on by and say hello. Thanks, and happy reading!

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Her Doctor Daddy and an Interview with Shelly Douglas

Shelly Douglas has a brand new book out today, Her Doctor Daddy. I don't know if you know this, but Shelly Douglas is not just one person. It's actually two friends and authors, Shelly and Doug, writing together.  I've been curious about this for a long time and I'm thrilled Shelly answered some questions for me about what it's like to write together!

Natasha: So Shelly Douglas is not just one person. Can you tell us a little about Shelly and a little about Doug? 

Shelly: Doug and I met about 17 years ago, when he and my husband played in a father/son golf tournament in Myrtle Beach, SC with our boys.  Doug’s wife opted not to travel, so I was the only woman in attendance.  We got to know each other on that trip and have been good friends ever since!

Natasha: How did you and Doug decide to write this particular sort of book together?  

Shelly: We were on a couples’ vacation about four years ago.  I’d taken my new Kindle with me and was secretly exploring some AP erotica for the first time.  Doug and I had already been sharing mystery and spy novels for years at that point, and I casually brought it up in conversation that I’d started a novella that could be turned into something erotic.  He volunteered pretty quickly to help write it, and things just spiraled out of control from there. LOL!

Natasha: Is it ever weird socially??  

Shelly: Not for Doug, he embraces our writing and is proud of what we do.   People are always surprised that he writes in this genre, but he says they’re never shocked that I do. LOL! It was really his fault that we went public with this whole thing and encouraged me to hold my head up amidst the criticism of our conservative friends.  So, when people ask if it’s worth it when the time comes to split up the royalties - the answer is YES.  It would be a lonely business writing without his friendship and constant support. He’s also much better when it comes to swallowing the negative reviews.  My skin is much thinner than his!

Natasha: What is your writing process?

Shelly: We’ve been writing together for four years, so it’s constantly evolving.  At this point, we usually assign each other chapters that we think we’re best suited to write.  Doug likes to tell our friends that he stays away from the erotic scenes, but in full disclosure – he just sent me one yesterday. HA!  CASE CLOSED!

Natasha: Do you ever disagree on a chapter or scene or the direction a story is taking? How do you handle those? 

Shelly: We used to fight like a cat and a dog over a particular scene, or who the perp in a story might be. In fact, we had a loud argument in a restaurant once across the table because he wanted to kill our hero on his honeymoon.  We still laugh about that one!  But other than making crazy memories, we both know that most of this stuff is not worth arguing over. We like writing together too much, and are trying to make this process as enjoyable as possible.

Natasha: Tell us about your new book. 

Shelly: This book was a blast for us to write on so many levels!  The story takes place in 1975, and our heroine had just dropped out of college to go live with her sister in Ft. Lauderdale.  Many of the characters in this book are based on real people in an authentic setting, so much so that as we wrote it scene by scene, Doug would send me an e-mail to ask, “What happened next?”  Of course, one part of the story that contained pure fiction was the serial killer on the Loose in Lauderdale, but living there in the 1970’s, I can tell you that there were plenty of scary, dangerous young men around with extremely handsome faces.  I went out with one man in particular (who I’d met in a bar) and he scared me so much that I actually bolted out of his apartment and ran home. (Those who know me would laugh at this, because it is a well-known fact that I have no sense of direction!)  Between Ted Bundy and the Zodiac Killer, there were just too many real-life serial murders out there to not be frightened. But unfortunately, the 70’s were also a time of women hitchhiking and bar hopping, and even though we knew of the dangers - for some reason – we did it anyway.  

In 1975 - I was 19 and “Dr. Morales” was 43, but unfortunately in real life, we didn’t have a HEA.  My sister continued to work in the hospital for a number of years after I left and she said that every time she ran into that handsome ER doctor, he always asked about me.  I’ll let our readers decide how much was fiction and what actually happened.  Either way, it was an adventure that I’ll never forget and hope that everyone enjoys the tempestuous ride!

Natasha: Thanks so much for the interview Shelly! Let's get on to a sexy little scene from Her Doctor Daddy!

Shelly: This scene really doesn’t need much set-up.  Lexi was frightened, and Raul didn’t think it was safe to leave her alone in the apartment. It didn’t take much convincing for him to stay overnight.  ;)

Straightening his upper torso, he took hold of her wrists and pulled them over her head. With piercing eyes locked onto hers, his steamy gaze communicated that this wasn’t a game. It was the real thing for him. As he rubbed his surging cock up and down the hot, soaking slit of her sex, Lexi’s legs spread further in supplication, silently begging him to sink into her heated core. Pulling back one more time to look into her eyes, his lips finally seared onto hers with a fevered possessiveness, his thick sword edging into her tight sheath, the strokes building mightily. Slow and deliberate, his strides were steady and deep-seated over and over, her moans quickly escalating to groans until he felt her clench and flutter around his hard shaft. Thrusting into her one final time, he ground his pelvis hard against hers and shattered as she squeezed convulsively around him. Shuddering in breaths of gasping completion, her eyes remained closed and he stared upon her face as his thick seed pulsed deep inside. Keeping perfectly still, she waited patiently until he softened within her velvety cunny. As his lips touched her forehead, her eyelids slowly lifted.

“So how does it feel to be all mine?” he asked, the edges of his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

“Like pure heaven,” she whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around his body.

He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “Was I too rough for my angel?”

She shook her head, grinning.

“Good,” he said, rolling her so he could spoon her from behind. “Lex, I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking too many questions, but what kind of protection are you using?”

She swallowed hard before answering. “I took a class in college and learned how to monitor my cycle, so I’m aware of when my fertile time is. Don’t worry, we’re safe today.”

He tumbled her onto her back. “Are you kidding? That’s not what I call protection. Oh, my God, you’re not under a doctor’s care?” he asked, his stern hazel eyes glaring down at her. “You’re telling me we just had unprotected sex?”

Dramatically, she rolled her luminous baby blues up to the ceiling. “Don’t be silly. Just because I haven’t seen my gynecologist since last year doesn’t mean I’m not under anyone’s care. For your information, CM-BBT is a highly rated type of protection and completely natural. It stands for cervical mucus-basal body temperature…”

“Yes, yes. I know exactly what it means. And tomorrow, I’m going to schedule you for a complete gynecological exam and see to it that you get some real birth control. After that, we’ll talk about how silly I am,” he scolded, rolling her back over to sleep in his strong arms.

“Please, Raul,” she whined loudly. “I don’t want to have that kind of exam.”

He smacked her backside in response. “Go to sleep, mi amorcita.”

“Again with the Spanish?”

“It means ‘my little love.’”

She sucked in a deep, audible breath. “You aren’t angry with me?”

He snuggled up closer, his teeth gently sinking into the back of her neck. “What do you think?”

She smiled and sighed, interlocking her slender fingers with his large, protective ones.

Shelly Douglas is not one person, but two! Shelly and Doug are longtime friends and over the years have shared a love of reading spy and murder mystery novels. One night after sharing a bottle of wine, they decided to write a spanking romance novella laced with erotica. Now the stories are flowing out of their heads! Having a man and woman's perspective made for interesting collaborative writing experiences that resulted in books they hope their readers will enjoy.

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Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Domestic Discipline and the seductive anticipation of spanking by Cara Bristol

I'm thrilled to welcome Cara Bristol back with her new release, Domestic Discipline!  Sexy little excerpt she's brought too. Here she is!
Seduction is the anticipation of sex. It’s a dance, forward and backward. Advance and retreat. Flirting, touches, smiles, sexual innuendo. The build up to sex heightens the actual experience, the intercourse part.  Seduction occurs in erotic romance as the characters get to know each other, discover their attraction, and let the chemistry work its magic before they fall into bed.
The seduction is as hot and stirring as the act itself.
In spanking romance, the same thing occurs. There is an anticipation of a spanking. The heroine does something that she knows she’ll be punished for and she feels such delicious dread. She worries about hero finding out what she’s done, she plots how she might get out of it, she bargains with him, tries to talk him out of it. And then it all culminates the act: she is over his knee and her bottom is being roundly smacked.
Readers not familiar with spanking romance might perceive the buildup, the preamble as fear of the hero instead as seduction. But for spanking fiction lovers, the dread is part of the enjoyment.
What do you think? Do you find the heroine’s dread delicious or unappealing?
An excerpt from Rahn’s Way, Domestic Discipline
Taking a deep breath, she pushed into Rahm’s office. The door snicked shut. The click of doom.
Her heart and stomach fluttered in the way they always did when she had to confront a very pissed off Rahm. And he was. Very pissed off. She could tell from the tilt of his head, the set of his jaw.
“Lock the door,” he said.
After she turned the deadbolt, he stood and rounded the desk. “Is there something you want to say to me?” he asked.
“I had planned to tell you!” she said. Her knees knocked together, but she strove for a good show by stomping to the guest chair and plopping her butt into it. Then wished she hadn’t because now he towered over her, and the small metal plug he’d inserted in her ass before they’d left for work didn’t seem all that tiny. She shifted onto one hip.
He leaned against his desk and crossed his arms. “Tell me what?”
He knew. And she knew he knew, so why did a verbal confession seem to carry so much more weight? Why couldn’t they take their knowledge and fly away like pigs?
Because that wasn’t Rahm’s way. He insisted on a full accounting. Rahm’s way or the highway. Rahm’s way or her ass.
No, Rahm’s way and her ass. He would spank her over this. And it wouldn’t be a pretty- please-spank-me-again-it-hurts-so-good kind of paddling. But a wailing-begging-sleep-on-her- stomach-afterwards spanking.

Domestic Discipline Blurb:
Love, desire, domination, and submission. Two domestic discipline romances by USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol in one volume.
Wife on the Lam
Janelle wants to take a luxury vacation for her wedding anniversary. Despite numerous hints, husband Brent misses all the clues and plans a business trip! Miffed, she flies off alone to a luxury resort. She’s going to celebrate—with or without him.
Brent didn’t have to work. He’d planned a second honeymoon to the luxury Cabana Resort. Janelle might have ruined his surprise, but he’s not going to let her ruin their anniversary, too. He has a little trick up his sleeve to take his errant wife in hand and get their marriage back on track.
Rahm’s Way
Before her military husband left for his tour of duty, Cadence Simmons relied on Rahm’s love, direction, and protection. His absence forced her to become more independent and make decisions for herself. After serving his country, he’s home for good and eager to resume their marriage as it was before. Only Cadence isn’t quite sure she wants things exactly as they were. Can domestic discipline guide this couple through some major changes?
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Author Bio
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes “nice and naughty” stories of love, romance, and humor featuring strong alpha heroes. She is a no. 1 bestseller in BDSM erotica, science fiction romance, and holiday fiction on Amazon. She is best known for her Rod and Cane Society domestic discipline series and her Breeder D/s sci-fi romance series. She lives in Missouri with her own alpha hero, her husband. 
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Thursday, July 28, 2016

A chance for love, but can she accept the kink? Guest Post by Cara Bristol

Cara Bristol is re-releasing Destiny's Chance, a paranormal spanking romance! I'd forgotten all about this one and am drooling over that cover! Check out the sexy (spanky) excerpt below! The title is part of the Kindle Unlimited program so if you are a member, you can read it for free! 

Fate gave her a gift.  Is she brave enough to accept it? 
Destiny Grable has loved Chance Everett for as long as she could remember, but he was never interested in her until a tragic act of fate grants her heart’s desire. Now Chance is all hers—body, mind, and soul. But once they’re together, she discovers he has a kinky side she never knew about. Is she ready for it? Can she handle it? And Chance isn’t the only one with a secret. If he discovers what she’s hiding, will he still want her?

Destiny’s Chance was previously published in 2013. This is a re-release.

A silk kimono slithered off a hanger to land on a chest on the floor of the closet. She hung up the robe and eyed the trunk. Made of aged, saddlelike leather, it had thick rawhide handles and brass hardware.
She dropped to her haunches. “Probably locked anyway.”
She pressed the button. The latch popped. She wavered, then surrendered to curiosity and lifted the lid.
“Oh my God!” She clapped a hand over her mouth and fell on her ass. “That’s his kink.” She stared at the treasure trove of spanking implements. Paying attention to how she removed them so she could replace them exactly as she’d found them, she examined the items. Several paddles of different shapes and sizes in both leather and wood. A pom-pom-like flogger with supple soft leather strands and a stiff wooden handle. Some common items: a hairbrush, a wooden spoon, a ruler. And a strop resembling a belt split into two parts. A tawse! She’d heard of them but never had seen one until now.
She smacked her palm with it. Biting. How would it feel against a bare bottom? She pictured herself laid out like an offering over Chance’s lap as he spanked her bottom until it was supersensitive and then stung her cheeks with the tawse.
Her pussy cheered with a twitch.
She fantasized often about being spanked but had no idea if she’d like it if she experienced it. However, she loved leather—appreciated its hard and soft textures, its masculine scent, the snap it made. Such a versatile material. Sensual. Sexy. She stroked the soft strands of the flogger, then whacked her palm with the tawse again.
She sat cross-legged on the floor like a little girl playing with grown-up toys. All she required for some really wicked games was a playmate named Chance.

Author bio 
USA Today bestselling author Cara Bristol writes contemporary and science fiction romance and has topped the Amazon sales charts in science fiction and fantasy romance and erotica. No matter what the romance subgenre, one thing remains constant: her emphasis on character-driven, seriously hot erotic stories with sizzling chemistry between the hero and heroine. Cara has lived many places in the United States, but currently lives in Missouri with her husband. She has two grown stepkids. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading and traveling.

Monday, July 18, 2016

SALVATORE: a Dark Mafia Romance now LIVE!! #Giveaway

Super excited to wake up to Salvatore LIVE this morning on Amazon and iBooks! Coming to other channels soon!
Read on for a giveaway and enjoy the book!!



It all started with a contract signed by him, then by me, while our families watched. While my father sat silent, a man defeated, giving his daughter to the Benedetti monsters.

I obeyed. I played my part. I signed my name and gave away my life. I became their living, breathing trophy, a constant symbol of their power over us.

That was five years ago.

Then came the time for him to claim me. For Salvatore Benedetti to own me.

I had vowed vengeance. I had learned hate. And yet, nothing could have prepared me for the man who now ruled my life.

I expected a monster, one I would destroy. But nothing is ever black or white. No one is either good or evil. For all his darkness, I saw his light. For all his evil, I saw his good. As much as he made me hate him, a passion hotter than the fires of hell burned inside me.

I was his, and he was mine. 

My very own monster.


I owned the DeMarco Mafia Princess. She belonged to me now. We had won, and they had lost. And what better way to teach a lesson than to take from them that which is most precious? Most beloved?

I was the boy who would be king. Next in line to rule the Benedetti Family. Lucia DeMarco was the spoils of war. Mine to do with as I pleased.

It was my duty to break her. To make her life a living hell. My soul was dark, I was hell bound. And there was no way out, not for either of us. Because the Benedetti family never lost, and in our wake, we left destruction. It’s how it had always been. How I believed it would always be.

Until Lucia.

Author’s Note: Salvatore and Lucia’s story is a steamy standalone romance with a happily-ever-after. No cliffhanger and no cheating. It is intended for mature readers.

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Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Defiant Lucia: An Excerpt from Salvatore #TeaserTuesday

How about a teaser from Salvatore, my upcoming Dark Mafia Romance? This scene is told from Salvatore's POV. Lucia and Salvatore have just left the church service for her father's funeral. (PS, read to the end, I've got an ARC CONTEST GONIG ON RIGHT NOW!)

“You know what it’s like to lose someone close?” Lucia's tone dripped sarcasm. “My father and I weren’t close.”

I studied her, feeling my face tighten, my eyes narrow infinitesimally.

I did not speak.

“But let me ask you something. Do you know what it’s like to watch people you love killed before your very eyes?”

I did, but still, I remained silent.

“To have everyone taken away from you? To become the property of your enemy?”

Oh yes. Yes, I did.

“To be sent to live on your own among strangers with not a friend in the world? Under constant watch. I don’t think you know those things, Salvatore, because if you did, you would feel. You would have some compassion. Be human.” She gave me another once-over. “But there is one thing you do know, isn’t there? You know how to stand by and do nothing at all.”

My hands clenched into fists and a sudden, hot anger burned inside me. I felt the driver’s eyes flash back at us in the rearview mirror, but he kept driving, slowing down as we passed through the cemetery gates.

“Be careful,” I warned, my tone low and quiet. But it was true, wasn’t it? What she said was true.

Lucia’s eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head to the side, one corner of her mouth rising into a smirk. “Did Daddy give you his seal of approval that day? Did he pat you on the back later? Call you a ‘good boy’?” she taunted.

My fingernails dug into my palms, and I made a point of looking out the window as the driver parked the car.

“Is that it, Salvatore?” she continued, misunderstanding my silence, mistaking it for weakness.

The driver killed the engine. “Give us a minute,” I said. He stepped out of the car and closed the door, standing just outside.

I turned back to her.

“Are you Daddy’s little puppet?” she asked. 

Her eyes spewed hate. Did she know she toed a very dangerous line? That she broached a truth that had kept me in a state of constant struggle these past few years?

I gave a little snort and relaxed my body, smiling, leaning just a little closer. I could see the pulse at her neck working, telling me her heart pounded hard, telling me that on the inside, she wasn’t so sure.

“Lucia.” I said softly, raising my hand.

Her gaze shifted to it, then back to my eyes.

I touched her face with the backs of my fingers, caressing that soft, creamy skin. “So pretty,” I said, my eyes on her lips when I gripped her chin. “But such a big mouth.”

She swallowed, her eyes widening.

I leaned in close enough to smell her perfume, something soft and light and somehow, even now, erotic. I inhaled deeply before drawing her to me, my eyes still on those lips. She held her breath. “So, so pretty.” My other hand traveled to her chest, to the soft swell of one breast, coming to rest on her pounding heart. She knew I knew I affected her.

I turned her face to the side, rubbing the scruff of my jaw against it before bringing my mouth to her ear. “Be careful,” I whispered, feeling her shudder when I ran my tongue over the ridge of her ear before sliding it inside.

She gasped. Her hands came up to my chest, but she didn’t push.

“When you try to bite the wolf,” I started, “he just might bite back.”

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