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Three Amazing Erotic Reads by S. Nano Republished by House of Erotica! #Erotica #Fetish #bdsm #lingerie

La Contessa

Available from: https://books2read.com/lacontessasnano

Blurb:

The most decadent city. The most perverted mistress.

Renowned for her beauty and cruelty, La Contessa’s reputation as a dominatrix is well established. And 18th century Venice has degenerated into a decadent and lascivious city, a perfect backdrop for her to play-out her debauched games and political ambitions.

She sends her maid, Julia, into the alleyways to search for a young man to act as her slave. Julia finds Roberto prostituting himself in the least salubrious district of Venice. He enters into La Contessa’s service to perform her bizarre and sadistic scenes.

From their first meeting there is a mutual attraction between maid and servant. The young couple engineer a series of sexual encounters, knowing the risks should their mistress discover them. Their situation is complicated when La Contessa rescues Becky and brings her to the palazzo as her submissive girl-slave. The interloper exposes Julia’s jealousies… and the feelings for her mistress.

How long can Roberto and Julia keep their love secret? Will Becky’s presence thwart their relationship? Will La Contessa’s scheming bring her the richest prize in all Venice?

All is resolved before the Grand Ball and masked, BDSM orgy held by La Contessa in her palazzo as the climax to Venice’s Carnivale.

Mistress of the Air

Available from: https://books2read.com/mistressairsnano

Blurb

Mistress of the Air is a Comic, Steampunk, Erotic Adventure.

Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester owns a brass mine in Zanzibar, a Lapsang Souchong tea plantation in China, a rubber farm in Malaysia, trunk loads of corsetry, and the country’s largest collection of antique whips.

Larger than life, and itching to find new and inventive ways to punish her submissive gentlemen, the Edwardian dominatrix has a vision. Embracing the spirit of the age of aviation, she embarks on a series of adventures on her airship, ‘The Corseted Domme’, with her transvestite maid, airship pilot and automaton sex-doll.

A select group of submissive gentlemen is invited to join Lady Sally so she can try out her dastardly, electric and steam-powered devices on them. She spanks, whips and punishes her way across the Empires of Europe, dropping off to visit her aristocratic relatives and friends for afternoon tea.

But Lady Sally’s journey is not uneventful. War is threatening to break out and the Ministry of Aviation want to commandeer her airship for the war effort. And when ‘The Corseted Domme’ has a crash landing, Lady Sally realises there is a stowaway on board intent on sabotaging her airship,

 

Adventures in Fetishland Book 1 – The Red Queen

Available from: https://books2read.com/adventures1snano

Blurb

In this BDSM reinterpretation of the Alice stories Kim’s life takes an unexpected twist when she is taken from the massage parlour she works and introduced to a fetish fantasy world ruled over by The Red Queen, a powerful dominatrix. There an intense psychological drama is played out between the two women as Kim enters a journey into submission.

The Red Queen assumes different characters who torment Kim in a series of trials ranging from the funny and strange to the sadistic and erotic. Kim is lured into this world by hints the Red Queen knows something about her past. Why has she been chosen to serve this powerful female? Why is the Red Queen so interested in her? When Kim finally finds out the truth, it is shocking and bizarre.

 

Story Extract from Mistress of the Air

This is an extract from Mistress of the Air, describing the launch of ‘The Corseted Domme’, Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester’s airship.

 

Revealed in all its magnificent glory, the airship was a wonder to behold. Its length was massive, its girth huge. Its surface was covered with lines of ribs formed by the duralumin framework of the ship.  It stood firm and erect on the field, globules of black, engine oil hung from its bulbous tip.

Written proudly along the length of the airship was her name, The Corseted Domme.

The crowd watching from the perimeter fence looked on in amazement. Nothing like it had been seen before. The rumour spread that this contraption was intended to be a flying machine. Wise old codgers nodded sagely muttering that such a thing would never get off the ground. A group from the local Primitive Methodist Chapel exclaimed it was an abomination and a challenge to God, saying that man was never meant to fly and this would end in disaster.

The children had no such reservations. They loved it. They believed it would fly, and Lady Sally’s flying machine, a game in which children ran around with airship shaped objects, became a popular playground pastime in local schools for many years. They would never forget the momentous event they were witnessing. For decades, even after they had become parents or grandparents themselves, they would still tell the tale of when Lady Sally’s giant flying machine was launched. On that one day Lady Sally’s name became written into local legend, never to be forgotten.

The name of the airship created confusion. Ignorant of Lady Sally’s sexual predilections they did not know what to make of it.

“Corseted Dome? And a’ thought ‘er ladyship’d know ‘ow to spell now wouldn’t thee? Eeeh, even I know ‘Dome’ is spelt wi’ one ‘m’ and, ‘ow can a dome have a corset?”

“Eeh, I dunno, Jack, it’s fair flummoxed me,” replied his friend, who was somewhat worse for wear, having drunk a gallon of strong ale.

The moment finally arrived when the airship took to the air for the first time.

Lady Sally’s voice boomed out across the air field.

“Today is a momentous day. Today is a day you will remember for the rest of your lives.  Today the age of airships reaches the zenith of its achievement. Today you are witness to the largest and most magnificent flying machine ever to take to the skies. May the Goddess bless her, and all who sail in her.”

With that, Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester smashed a champagne bottle against the side of the passenger coach. The crowd waited expectantly. The power cars fired up, the engines hummed, and the propellers whirred. The wires were released from the mooring tower and docking station and the massive dirigible took off from the ground. Some ran away in fright believing the devil himself had been unleashed, others gasped in amazement. The children leapt up and down in sheer delight. Gradually a ground swell of astonishment and approval rose up amongst the farmers and their families as they stood and gave an almighty cheer, throwing their hats up into the air as the airship soared up to several hundred feet.

Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester was right. They had just witnessed one of the wonders of the age.

 

Author Biography

Nano is an erotic writer who writes stories with dark and exotic content drawing on the themes of female supremacy, goddess worship, bondage, domination and submission, sado-masochism and fetish, frequently in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings.

His work usually has dominant female characters and submissive males. His stories explore the tensions between dominant and submissive and the boundaries between pain and pleasure, physical and mental bondage and retribution and reward.

Three of his novels have recently been published by House of Erotica. They are all featured here because they have been re-released. Some of his short stories and novellas have also been published by House of Erotica whilst other works of his have been published by Xcite Books, Excessica, Forbidden Fiction, Greenwoman Publishing, Coming Together and Sinful Press.

Nano lives in Yorkshire in the United Kingdom.

 

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The Shape of Heat I: Awakening By Lil DeVille #menage #m/m #m/f/f #BDSM #spanking #first time

Blurb

Candi knew hot things happened behind closed doors at the Pearl Beach Resort. After all, the place was owned by bisexual billionaire playboy Boris van Donk, who had a reputation for taking on all comers.

Candi’s family of origin was strictly religious, and she has never given or received more than a chaste kiss in her 21 years. Between bad-boy Boris and her geeky, fun-loving, porn-writing housemates, an awakening of her desires is inevitable.

Erotic Romance (Five Flames)

Excerpt

“So, I’ve got a question for you guys, and please don’t be mad at me,” Candi said softly, looking at her feet.

“Did Parsley leave the empty milk carton in the fridge again?” Luisa teased, putting her arm around Candi’s shoulders. “C’mon, Baby, you can ask anything, no fears.”

“I kinda think I know what you might be fixin’ to ask, but I wanna hear it in your own words,” Parsifal prompted, tickling Candi’s feet with a grass frond.

“Quit it, Parsley!” Candi demanded through giggles. “Look, all I want to know is, are you guys, you know, together?”

“Why do you think we’re together?” Parsifal inquired. “You know me, Girl. I go for male tail, and I ain’t ready to settle on one kind of dick just yet.”

“I know you usually go for guys, but you also say you’re open to experiences with ladies. Anyway, sometimes when I come out of my room to get a drink or go pee, you guys are both in one of your rooms with the door closed, and I hear all this moaning and groaning and giggling. Even though my family is super religious, I’m not a prude. It’s okay if you’re together.”

Luisa and Parsifal burst out laughing. Luisa put an arm around Candi’s shoulders while Parsifal put an arm around her waist.

“Oh, Mija!” Luisa giggled. “Me and Parsley are partners in smut. We write porn together.”

“Wait…porn?”

“Yeah, Baby. You know, people fucking on film,” Parsifal said cheekily, raising his eyebrows repeatedly.

“I know what porn is,” Candi protested, punching Parsifal’s arm. “Why did you think you had to keep that a secret from me?”

“Mostly we thought you’d think we were dorks,” Luisa said. “The whole thing started as a joke. One night when you was at work and we was home, we was drinkin’ a little and we started watching porn for a laugh.”

“Most so-called adult entertainment is just soooo bad,” Parsifal groaned, rolling his eyes. “It’s the same old crap. They don’t even try to make a worthwhile story. But then we found the website for Climax Studios, and their movies are so much fun! They have real stories, like detective or fantasy or sci-fi or westerns. It’s like Lord of the Rings or Star Wars or Law and Order or Bonanza, but with real fucking. I never pay for porn, but we totally paid for premium access to the Climax site.”

“For real, these are movies you want to watch all the way through, not like with most porn where once you get off you turn the movie off,” Luisa agreed. “Then Parsley saw that they was open for script submissions.”

“Yeah, and I’ve been writing dirty stories for, like, forever,” Parsifal said. “So, I said, let’s write a script and submit it.”

“So, we started trying to think of sexy stories we could write,” Luisa continued. “We was kind of blocked at first, but then we realized we had the world’s greatest erotica inspiration right here at Pearl Beach Resort—our very own Fucking Dutchman!”

“Ooh, ooh, speak of the devil!” Parsifal proclaimed enthusiastically. “Bad Boy Boris is heading for The Sex Boat right now with that smokin’ hot new bar manager, Valentyn what’s-his-cock.”

“The Ukrainian pretty boy?” Luisa inquired. “Mm, I wouldn’t mind letting him check my lube levels with his dipstick!”

“You guys!” Candi admonished, blushing and giggling. “I think you’re right, though. There’s plenty of stories about Mr. Boris’ overactive sex drive to inspire porn plots.”

Buy Link

https://amzn.to/3eNpil8

About Lil DeVille

Lil puts the Naughty in Naughty Netherworld Press. With her cheeky sense of humor, big imagination, and quirky characters, she spins one-of-a-kind tales guaranteed never to skimp on love and lust. She enjoys writing in the fantasy, science fiction, and paranormal or supernatural genres, but sometimes she returns to modern-day Earth for a spell. Lil enjoys a good adventure, whether the tale is set in the past, the present, or the future; here on Earth or in some distant, fanciful location in time and space.

Lil lives in a remote rural town in the Colorado-Wyoming-Nebraska triad with her adult son and three cats. She would be happy to write full-time, but since she is not yet a bestselling author, she has to dedicate part of her time to promoting her work.

Lil doesn’t particularly enjoy the promotion aspect of being an indie author because she has severe social anxiety. She enjoys virtually “meeting” her readers and fellow authors but hates selling herself. She prefers to let her stories do the talking.

Lil is a disabled former nurse who no longer works outside the home. When she isn’t cooking up hot stories, she enjoys baking, reading, crafts, and playing mobile games.

Lil’s Links

https://bit.ly/NaughtyNetherworldPress

https://bit.ly/ReadersRoost

https://twitter.com/ReadersRoost

https://bit.ly/NaughtyNetherworldNews2

https://bit.ly/LilDevilleAmazonAuthor

https://bit.ly/TheNaughtyTribe

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Damned if you Do #NewRelease by @LisabetSarai #99Cents #EroticRomance #BDSM

Sometimes romance can be hell

Blurb

Wendy Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The royalties from her critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills. Her devoted agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can’t get her the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well as the chance to live out her dreams of erotic submission. But at what cost?

Nothing you can’t afford to lose, my dear

Seduced by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal contract. He becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her mentor’s nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has sex with Daniel. The casual encounter turns serious when she discovers her mild mannered agent has a dominant side. As the clock ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B prepares to claim her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity and true love.

The Lure of Surrender

In my new release Damned If You Do, my heroine Wendy Dennison signs a diabolical contract, exchanging her soul for commercial success as an erotic romance author. She only agrees to this bargain, however, after the mysterious Mister B explains that she must also accept him as her sexual Master.

Wendy has dreamed of erotic submission all her adult life. Her books celebrate the ecstatic connection between Dom and sub. However, aside from a brief, soul-searing relationship in her youth, she has no real BDSM experience. When Mister B offers her the chance to live out her most cherished fantasies, she can’t refuse. His promise of best seller status is not enough to sway her, but the lure of surrender is too powerful to ignore.

Buy Links (Ebook)

Kinky Literature: https://www.kinkyliterature.com/book/713-damned-if-you-do/

Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09PSN7XGX

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09PSN7XGX

Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/damned-if-you-do-lisabet-sarai/1126292735?ean=2940165738319

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1124531

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/damned-if-you-do-12

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35009284-damned-if-you-do

Buy Links (Audio)

Narrated by Audrey Lusk

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Damned-If-You-Do/dp/B078NC1MGN/

Audible: https://www.audible.com/pd/Erotica-Sexuality/Damned-If-You-Do-Audiobook/B078NC27YX/

Excerpt

The smoke-tinted windows created a perpetual twilight within the vehicle. An equally dark barrier separated the spacious back seat from the driver in front. No one could see the lewd manner in which Mister B dragged her shirt up to her armpits and her bra down to her waist, exposing her ample breasts. When he twisted her nipple with impeccably manicured fingers, lust poured through her, as though he’d opened a spigot. Her pussy overflowed to further drench her already-sodden panties. She squirmed on the slick seat, hungry for stimulation.

Without releasing her breast, he rubbed two fingers along the damp seam of her jeans. Wendy couldn’t suppress a desperate moan. He chuckled as he sniffed his fingertips. “Your fragrance is exquisite, my dear.” Cupping her pubis, he ground the heel of his hand against her clit while his fingers beat out a frustrating rhythm against the tightly stretched denim between her thighs.

She hadn’t been this turned on in months—no, years. The substantial bulge at his fly told her he was also aroused, but somehow she didn’t dare touch him. Though he had yet to give her any orders, he had made it clear she had to obey him if she wanted to reap the benefits of this strange arrangement.

Meanwhile, an odd passivity had taken her over. He’d told her not to think, but only to feel. Her rational self, the part that screamed warnings about engaging in sexual trysts with total strangers, had retreated to some distant corner of her mind, leaving only a hunger to be touched, a craving to be filled, a shameful desire to be used and even abused.

“I know what you want, Gwen. What you truly need. I’ve read all your stories of implacable masters and eager slaves. But you never go all the way in your tales, do you? You don’t dare show the world the true depths of your depravity.”

His words inflamed her almost as much as his actions.

“I—oh!” He ripped open her fly and forced his hand down the front of her jeans, under the elastic of her underwear, into her soaked and swollen cunt. His fingers were like tongues of flame as they probed her cleft and teased her clit. “Oh, please…I can’t bear it…”

As quickly as they’d arrived, his fingers were gone, leaving her empty and aching. She gazed at him in a state of horny disbelief as he used a monogrammed hankie from his breast pocket to clean her juices from his elegant hands. “I shall decide what you must bear, my sweet little slave. Now I believe we’ve arrived at your abode, where we can explore this question further. You should fix your clothing.”

About Lisabet Sarai

LISABET SARAI occasionally tackles other genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Every one of her nine novels includes some element of power exchange, while her D/s short stories range from mildly kinky to intensely perverse.

You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (https://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads, Bookbub and Twitter. Join her VIP email list and get a free ebook, plus exclusive contents and other benefits: https://btn.ymlp.com/xgjjhmhugmgh

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New Release! Power and Persuasion: A Gilded Age #BDSM Romance @LisabetSarai #MFRWAuthor

She’s his natural enemy – and the only woman who can satisfy his perverse sexual needs.

Andrew MacIntyre, heir to a vast empire of railroads, mines and mills, is by far the most eligible bachelor among the society folk summering in Newport, Rhode Island. His mother has filled their opulent mansion with the daughters of bankers and industrialists, but Andrew knows none of these callow young women would ever consent to being bound and beaten, to serving and obeying him the way he craves. His money gives him the freedom to purchase anything except his heart’s desire: a submissive partner to share his life.

Labor activist Olivia Alcott is dedicated to helping the exploited factory workers responsible for Andrew’s wealth. The strike she organizes triggers a confrontation between her and the handsome billionaire. Although their disparate backgrounds and values make them natural foes, something stronger draws them to one another: his need to command and hers to surrender.

Note: This book was previously published by Totally Bound under the title Challenge to Him. It has been revised, expanded by two chapters, and re-edited for this release.
Historical BDSM Erotic Romance
18,400 words,  71 pages
Smashwords and Amazon KDP
ISBN (Smashwords): 9780463534946
ASIN: B09HSS7C6T

Excerpt

Olivia perched on the satin coverlet of the carved canopy bed, surveying the impossibly opulent bedroom where she had been installed. The chamber had to be at least thirty feet square, with a gilt-encrusted ceiling that soared ten feet above her head. Tall windows framed in emerald velvet looked out upon a verdant lawn that stretched to the ocean. Distant sails danced upon slate-blue waves and the breeze wafting through the open casements carried a hint of salt. The late afternoon sun sparkled among the crystal tears of the chandelier, casting shards of rainbow upon the polished oak floor. Nearer the bed, a plush Chinese carpet soothed the residual blisters on her bare feet.

She wore one of the delicate silk camisoles Andrew had selected for her as they’d passed through the town. Nothing else. The other garments he’d chosen hung in the rosewood wardrobe, all but the ball gown, which would be delivered, the dressmaker had promised, by Saturday noon.

Cocktails would be served at seven, Andrew had told her, and dinner at eight. In the meantime, he’d instructed her to await him here, in her current state of undress.

She’d never even considered disobeying.

Fingers entwined upon her lap, she breathed deeply in a struggle to calm her racing heart. Her nipples knotted against the silk, aching for stimulation. Her sex was as moist as the humid summer afternoon, her juices perhaps staining the pale green satin beneath her bare bottom. No matter. Andrew MacIntyre could afford to replace it.

Her entire body hummed with anticipation. He would be here soon, or so he’d promised, and the waiting would be over. She’d wanted this for so very long—long before she’d encountered the masterful young billionaire. They had not spoken openly of what was to come. She hoped she had not misunderstood his intentions. If she had, she’d die of embarrassment—or disappointment.

With her back to the door, she watched the snowy clouds drift and reform into fantastic shapes. Breathe. Relax. Open. She remembered perfectly, despite the years.

The hinges were soundless, but she sensed his presence as soon as he entered, the new aura of power that shimmered in the room. The lock clicked, shielding them from interruption and preventing any possibility of escape. She swallowed hard. The moment of truth had arrived.

He stood before her, silent, and she bowed her head automatically, her eyes on her clasped hands. Still, she knew he was gazing upon her near-nakedness. She felt the weight of his attention like a physical caress.

“Olivia.” With one word, spoken low and sure, he claimed her. Heat rushed to her pussy and the bed cover grew damper.

“Yes, sir?” It felt easy, natural—as though she’d never stopped.

“On your knees, girl.” She slipped to the rug, boneless and loose already, his to command. Did he find her compliance strange? No matter. She had been right about his desires and that was all that mattered.

“We’ll start slowly, this first time. Don’t be afraid.”

Afraid? The only thing that scared her was the intensity of her own dark desires.

Online Excerpt

https://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2021/10/theyre-natural-enemies.html

Buy Links

 Amazon  US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09HSS7C6T

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B09HSS7C6T

Smashwords –  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1108116

Barnes and Noble – https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/power-and-persuasion-lisabet-sarai/1140290642?ean=2940165040306

Kobo – https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/power-and-persuasion-a-gilded-age-bdsm-romance

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Tied Up with a Bow @blackbirdmaggie #NewRelease #MFRWAuthor #eXbdd

Today we’re thrilled to welcome fellow eXtasy author Maggie Blackbird with a fabulous kinky release just in time for the holidays. You won’t want to miss this one!

He’s got the perfect Christmas present for the community’s chief—vengeance wrapped in a shiny box with a red bow on top.

Joseph
Slade Indian
isn’t angry. He’s pissed. Pissed that the man who threw over his love for glory
and money is back, and now leads their Ojibway community as the new chief.
Holding the pain deep in his chest, Slade knows how he’ll celebrate the most
miserable day of the year—opening a gift of recompense after being dumped by
the one man he dared to love.

Gavin
Pemmican is full of regret. He knows he made a big mistake leaving Slade for a
materialistic dream of power and prestige. No longer the poor bullied misfit
but an educated lawyer, he’s ready to put his skills to the biggest case of his
life by brazenly challenging Slade in the kangaroo court of sexual torture he’s
daring to stick Gavin in—and win back the only man he’s ever loved.

Genre(s):  Multicultural, m/m contemporary
romance, adult, LGBT.
Heat Rating:
Level
4
Publication Date: 
November 29, 2019
Publisher: 
eXtasy
Books

Purchase at eXtasy Books

https://www.extasybooks.com/maggie-blackbird/978-1-4872-2731-3-tied-up-with-a-bow/

Excerpt:

Gavin swiveled on his black shoe, glancing over his shoulder. No,
not a glance. His heavy-lidded eyes burned into Slade. Searing him until his
mouth dried.

The napkin fell to the floor.

Reality slapped Slade’s face cold, and fire crackled in his veins.
Who did this asshole think he was, blatantly tossing garbage around while he
stood watching?

Gavin kept gazing at him while he shifted one leg over the other.
The sound of his heels clicking against the floor echoed off the walls.

Slade gritted his teeth. Was Gavin daring him to get mad, going to
throw around his newfound power if Slade told the high and mighty chief to bend
the hell over and pick that damned napkin off the floor?

Gavin’s dark eyed gaze continued to cut into Slade, as if sharing a
secret. There wasn’t a hint of smug satisfaction. Only a potent, seductive
invitation.

A man had needs. Slade swallowed. And he wasn’t about to get laid on
the rez, no matter if the population clocked in at eight hundred members.

With one final lingering peek, Gavin disappeared inside his office.

Slade’s breathing hitched. The lightness in his chest twisted until
his lungs clenched. He ought to leave the napkin on the floor and find out what
Gavin had to say about that. Slade set the mop handle aside. If he ignored the
trash, the band manager would call him out.

He trounced to the washroom door and leaned down, swiping up the napkin, but the plush material melting into his palm didn’t resemble a napkin. Then what the…? He turned the garment over. His throat clamped shut. Underwear. He was holding Gavin’s underwear.

Author Bio

An Ojibway from Northwestern Ontario, Maggie resides in the country with her husband and their fur babies, two beautiful Alaskan Malamutes. 

When she’s not writing, she can be found pulling weeds in the flower beds, mowing the huge lawn, walking the Mals deep in the bush, teeing up a ball at the golf course, fishing in the boat for walleye, or sitting on the deck at her sister’s house, making more wonderful memories with the people she loves most.

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Out Now—Yes Ma’am: Six Tales of High Class Fem-Dom Erotica by Kay Jaybee (@kay_jaybee) #BDSM #femdom #kink #erotica

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Kay Jaybee is delighted to announce the re-release of
one of her most popular erotic anthologies.

Re-edited and re-covered, Yes Ma’am is back with a vengeance from 22nd November!

Blurb

Could you write your
wildest fantasies on your best friend’s boyfriend, or sell your sexual soul to
a woman in black?

Find out how far army
cadet, Luke Porter, will go to improve his standing within his regiment, and
discover the consequences of losing your temper on London’s Underground in this
collection of wrist binding, whip wielding, butt spanking tales of female
domination.

Yes Ma’am contains six straight and bi-sexual encounters of the S&M nature.

All six stories deliver a different take on the FemDom
experience.

Lying
in Wait
– Cadet Luke Porter is the least
successful army recruit in the squadron. His female counterparts are determined
to find out how far Luke will go to improve his standing within the regiment…

Black
– He is intoxicated by the woman in black. He can’t explain why he needs to see
her or why he willing does precisely what she tells him to…

Dear
Claire
– Ali has secretly lusted over her best
friend’s lover Rick, for a long time. At least, she thought it was a secret…

“Don’t
You Emma”
– Sitting in an armchair has never been
so difficult…

Not
Taking the Tube
– Venting his frustration at being
delayed yet again by London’s Underground system on the nearest official, the
harassed businessman finds his complaints aren’t received in quite the way he’d
expected…

Rachel’s
Twisted Tale
– Rapunzel never suffered like
this….

Here’s an extract from “Don’t You Emma.”

… Lee sat back in the
leather armchair. She’d told him that all he had to do to get a damn good
fucking was to stay in the chair until she decreed otherwise.

As
he watched Daisy move around the living room Lee thought, not for the first
time, how inappropriately named she was. The name suggested someone meek,
gentle and childlike. It didn’t conjure the image of a tall, fit, fake blonde,
who could get her rocks off simply by beating your arse until it glowed purple.

She
was clearing the space in front of him. The coffee table had already been
repositioned to the side of the chair, and the newspapers that usually lay all
over the place had been stacked up. All the cushions he’d thrown off the sofa
had been neatly placed back where they belonged.

‘You
are going to reward me for watching you clean up?’ Lee was amused by this
uncharacteristic fit of tidying.

Daisy
gave him a stare that would have chilled a lesser man to the bone, but Lee had
known her for a long time and all it did was increase the arousal of her
promise to give him a good seeing-to.

‘I
don’t believe I said you could talk to me while you were waiting.’

‘Come
off it, Daisy. You’re only doing the chores.’

Ignoring
him, his partner brushed her hands together, and glancing at the increased
floor space across the now uncluttered pale green carpet, left the room.

Lee’s
imagination had already moved on to what reward he was going to get for being a
good, patient boy. He wondered if he’d have to endure a spanking, or if she’d
bind or gag him. Flickers of tense longing played in his stomach and stirred
his groin.

Glancing
at the clock on the corner of the bookcase, he listened to the quiet tick. It
seemed to fill the room as he waited with growing impatience for Daisy’s
return. He assumed she was fetching her sex toys, or perhaps changing into
something less comfortable. It was with a sense of a surprise and unease,
however, that Lee heard the front door open and the sound of muffled voices.

Despite
only wearing a red T-shirt and some lightweight black combats, Lee suddenly
felt rather hot as Daisy re-entered the lounge with company.

The
warning glint in Daisy’s eyes confirmed that Lee should stay precisely where he
was, his legs outstretched before him, his arms resting on the chair’s soft
padded arms, his mouth shut.

His
dark brown eyes moved from his lover to the girl with her. About 25 years old
perhaps, with long ginger hair that hung in two perfectly tied pigtails. Slim,
but with enough of a curve to catch the eye, her green gaze had a keen, eager
to please gleam, that just hinted at mischief.

Lee
swallowed very carefully. Daisy hadn’t, had she? Not really? He opened his
mouth to ask her if he was right, or if his imagination was running away with
him. No sound came out though. He didn’t want to risk her saying he was
mistaken and ruining the fantasy that roller-coasted around his lust driven
head.

The
girl, without taking off either the boots or the long winter coat she wore,
even though it was a warm summer’s day, answered his unspoken question, as she
lowered her head and knelt on the cleared floor before Daisy; her mistress.

‘Oh
my!’ His words were barely audible. Daisy either hadn’t heard them or had
dismissed them as unimportant. Lee concentrated very hard on breathing; forcing
himself to sit still and not lean forward in the chair….

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Bio

Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by
the ETO

Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards
2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay Jaybee has over 190 erotica publications
including, Yes Ma’am, (KJBooks,
Second ed., 2019),  A Kink a Day- Book One, Two, Three & Four (KJBooks, 2018-2019),
The Voyeur (Sinful Press, 2018), Knowing Her Place-Book 3: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy,
(KJBooks, 2018),  The Retreat- Book2: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2018),
Making Him Wait (Sinful Press, 2018),
The Fifth Floor- Book1;The Perfect
Submissive Trilogy
(KJBooks, 2017), Wednesday
on Thursday
, (KDP, 2017), The
Collector
(KDP, 2016), A Sticky
Situation
(Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep,
(Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001
NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type
(1001 NightsPress), 2013.

Details of all her short stories and other
publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk 

You can follow Kay on –

Amazon – – https://www.amazon.co.uk/Kay-Jaybee/e/B004O0S9GO/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1534155776&sr=1-1

Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee

Facebook –http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor

Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee

Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/p/kay-jaybee.html

Kay also writes contemporary
romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk  and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk

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New Release from Lisabet Sarai

It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safe word?

If you’re looking for kink, Lisabet Sarai is one of the best – here’s her newest release. M/F? Check. F/F? Check. More? Well, you’ll just have to check it out!

Blurb

Some
people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group
shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an
alternative venue.  With the assistance
of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink
Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their
BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde,
beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting
American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy
the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it
takes.  A smidgen of plastic explosive
should do the trick… If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous,
red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?

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X-Rated Excerpt

“Do you want to top me, darling?” Rising to her feet, she shimmied out of her denim skirt and kicked it aside. She stood before him, nude and proud, her ginger curls stirring in the balmy October breeze, sex-juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.

Ted’s cock jumped in approval, though his
face showed confusion. “But you’re such a take-charge girl, Annie. You’re
anything but submissive.”

“Are you sure?” She turned her back to him,
displaying her recently assaulted ass. “Look closely.”

He obeyed, leaning in until she felt his
warm breath on her skin. “Are those marks?” he asked in wonder. “Bruises?” He
traced the fading signs of her afternoon spanking, waking faint echoes of the
pain while stoking the fire of her arousal.

“Inez can be quite fierce at times. A bit
scary.”  Annie pivoted to face him. “But
I trust her. She’s an expert. She senses how much I can bear, and never pushes
me any further.” She leaned over to brush her lips across his. “Or at least,
not much further.” She flashed him a provocative grin.

“But I’m not an expert,” Ted protested.
“Just the opposite.”

“I trust you completely, baby. I trust the
bond between us, the power that first drew us together.” She scanned his
still-worried face. Should she should back off? Perhaps he really wasn’t ready
for this. “But maybe you don’t want to top me.”

 “Oh,
I do.” His voice was almost too soft to hear. “You wouldn’t believe how much.”

Annie sank to her knees on the tiled
balcony floor and bowed her head. “Then take me, Sir. I’m yours.”

“Annie…”

He stood, close enough that his rampant
cock bobbed inches from her mouth. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the
notion of tasting him, but restrained herself. She had to let him lead.

“What should I do?”

“Whatever you want, Sir.” She ventured a
glance upward, meeting his eyes, full of carnal hunger and lingering
uncertainty. She couldn’t help licking her lips. “You might, for instance,
begin by fucking my face.”

Ted chuckled, suddenly sounding much more
confident. “Oh! Are you giving me instructions, slave?”

“No, Sir. It was just a suggestion.”

“Well, I have some other thoughts. Don’t move.
I’ll be back.”

He disappeared into the condo, leaving her
kneeling on the cold, hard surface. Arousal zipped through her in a tight
circuit, from her nipples to her clit and back. The heady fragrance of her own
dripping cunt teased her nostrils.

She closed her eyes, trying to slow her
racing pulse, struggling with her almost overwhelming excitement. She might
come just from the thrill of waiting, the knowledge that she’d surrendered all
power to her lover.

The wind rose for a moment, tangling her
hair. Faint traffic noise reached her ears. Her knees hurt. Ted had been gone a
long time, or so it seemed. Did he have second thoughts? Should she go looking
for him?

 She
forced herself to stillness. Patience was a major component of surrender.

“You’re dripping all over the floor, slut!”

Annie started, her heart slamming against
her ribs. With her eyes closed and her focus turned inward, she hadn’t heard
him arrive.

“Clean up your mess,” he ordered.

Trying not to smile at his bossy tone,
Annie bent at the waist. A small pool of cunt-juice had formed between her
spread thighs. She licked up every drop, enjoying the tang of her personal
musk. She was no stranger to the taste of pussy.

When she’d finished her appointed task, she
knelt up, with her hands clasped at the small of her back. Ted reached down to
run a finger over the still-damp tiles, ostensibly to evaluate her work. On his
way up, he swiped the finger through her soaked sex-folds.

Annie gasped as a storm of pleasure raged
through her. She’d been close to climax simply from contemplating her own
submission. His touch pushed her to the very edge. She teetered there,
struggling for control.

He
seized a hank of her hair and raised her face to his. “You don’t come unless I
tell you to. You know that, right?”

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Out Now – The Story of Jo by Justine Elyot (@sinfulpress @JustineElyot)



I met a man called Emmett, and now I belong to him.

Bestselling UK author, Justine Elyot, is back with her latest erotica novel, The Story of Jo.

Released October 1st 2018 by Sinful Press, The Story of Jo takes us on a whirlwind romance through the eyes of Jo, as she gives in to her submissive side under the loving tutelage of Emmett. But when Emmett’s friend and mentor appears on the scene, Jo has to decide if she’s willing to risk everything she has to become submissive to two masters.

Justine Elyot is the author of On Demand, The Business of Pleasure and Meeting Her Match. Her fiction has been published by Black Lace, Xcite, Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, and Mischief.  

Blurb:

Twenty-something Jo meets Emmett on a team-building course, and her initial disdain for him soon turns into attraction.

With Emmett’s strong but loving hand to guide her, Jo unleashes her inner submissive and they embark on an intense voyage of sexual discovery.

Their mutual fascination sees them exploring bondage, spanking, toys and more, and their romance is as perfect as Jo could hope for, until another man appears on the scene.

She knows that Emmett hero-worships his former boss and mentor, Charles, but when she finds out that Charles is the man who introduced Emmett to the art of domination, she has no idea how to feel.

With fierce desire growing between the three of them, can they find a way to explore this new dynamic without destroying what they already have?

Excerpt:

“I want complete control of you in the bedroom,” he said.

The words shocked me to the core, and when I say ‘core’ I mean the area between my legs.

“Complete…control,” I repeated breathily.

“Within limits,” he amended. “Nothing that will damage or traumatise you, obviously. It’s for your pleasure as much as mine.” He laughed softly and ran a fingertip along my lips. “The look on your face…I’d like to photograph it.”

“Are you talking about, y’know, kinky stuff?”

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about. You look shocked. Are you shocked?”

Was I?

“No,” I said. “I mean…no.”

“So you are that way inclined?” He raised an eyebrow.

“In theory,” I said. “I’ve read…things. But never done…things.”

“But you’d like to do…things?”

Could I admit that I’d dreamed of a man like Emmett, who would come and take possession of my body and my sexuality, relieving me of the irksome responsibility? I’d dreamed of a man who would be dominant yet sensitive, cruel but loving, with a resolutely filthy imagination.

Did he actually exist?

And did I have the courage to find out?

He pulled me in close again.

“Do you want me to take you in hand?” he asked, his voice low and sticky in my ear.

“God, yes,” I shivered.

“Mmm,” his appreciative response turned into a kiss, one of those long, slow, trembly types that only end when your legs start to give way. One hand slid slowly down my spine, moulding itself to the curve of my bottom and squeezing.

“You’re still dressed,” he accused, his mouth still close enough for his hot breath to whisper over my skin. Red wine, spearmint, salmon, a bitter coffee note further back.

“Sorry.”

He quieted me with another kiss, then set his fingers to work on my shirt.

 

The Story of Jo is available to buy from all major online retailers including:

Amazon: http://smarturl.it/TSoJKindle

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-story-of-jo

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Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-story-of-jo-justine-elyot/1128642055?ean=9781910908303

 

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Love in a Hot Climate

Hello, I’m Justine Elyot and I’m here to talk about my new BDSM menage romance, The Story of Jo.

The first time you go on holiday with a new flame is a real rite of passage. It can be a snatched weekend in the city, a week by the sea or more than a month on the backpacking trail. No matter what it is, you can bet that you’ll be concentrating more on your lover than the local scenery.

Jo is no different. When Emmett manages to sneak her to Barcelona for a work conference, she spends much more time in the bedroom than the Gothic Quarter. But even if you never leave your king-size hotel bed, you’re in a different place, and not just geographically. Taking characters away from their usual setting is a fantastic vehicle for moving the story forward and developing their relationship. A more relaxed vibe can lead to confidences, while the intensity of the togetherness can deepen bonds.

And there’s always the chance that being in a foreign city where nobody knows your name might dissolve a few inhibitions… Here are Emmett and Jo in a crowded bar just off Las Ramblas…

He put a hand on my thigh, stroking the silky material against the elastic lace of my stocking top. It kept catching and snagging, a dangerous little crackling sensation.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, my breath catching. I felt the situation slipping rapidly out of my control; it was heady, scary and exhilarating.

“I’ll do whatever I want with you,” he said into my ear, watching the waiters. “That’s how we work, isn’t it?”

“Emmett…”

He pulled my hem just above my stocking top, so a white strip of thigh was visible between them. At least, it was visible to anyone who thought to look under our table – hopefully everyone would be too absorbed in their own business to bother.

Emmett’s hand slipped between my upper thighs, his fingertips moving lightly around the tender skin and under my suspender elastics.

My mouth was too dry to let sound escape. Was he going to touch me, here, in front of all these people?

“Have you ever done anything like this before, Jo?” he asked, teasing his fingers ever closer to the very tops of my thighs. “Anything in public?”

I shook my head, my heart pounding. My eyes flickered all over the place, desperate to make sure we weren’t observed.

“Let’s start slowly,” he breathed, pulling me in for a deep kiss. His hand rested under my skirt, on my bare thigh, as he worked on my mouth. I knew kissing in public wasn’t any kind of offence, but this felt weirdly obscene, especially when his tongue slid inside.

It took no time at all – mere seconds – for my anxieties about being watched to melt in the blast-furnace of my desire for him. I surrendered to the kiss, opening myself up, feeling the turmoil in my lower belly that would soon translate to wetness.

The hand that wasn’t on my thigh crept around to nudge the side of my breast, stroking it with his knuckles. My nipples were soon hard and swollen; I thought they must look huge under the thin silk that barely covered them.

Before long, I felt my clit follow suit, blossoming between my lower lips as if begging for attention. Emmett’s hand felt heavier on my thigh. It was hot and damp, or was that me? I couldn’t tell any more.

He began to knead my flesh with his fingertips, every pressing motion causing my lips to spread slightly, teasing my needy clit until I squirmed in my seat.

He moved his lips to my ear.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he murmured, moving down to kiss and nip at my neck.

My eyes were rolling around inside their lids, crazy pinballs of desire. I could hardly keep back the tide of little animal noises that threatened to pour out of me. I needed him to stop them up with his mouth again.

“Uhhhh,” I confirmed, seeking out his lips and tongue.

Carefully, slowly, he moved his hand further up my thigh – with some difficulty, as they had begun to feel glued together. He slipped his little finger into my cleft and brushed against my clit. Such a light touch shouldn’t have set off such incredible sparks, but it did. I whimpered and clenched my buttocks against the force of it.

And now something else was happening. I was coming out of my cocoon of pure sensation and becoming aware of the people around me – and instead of panicking about being seen, I was positively relishing the idea.

Look at me, I begged silently. See what he’s doing to me, right here in front of you all.

Blurb:

I met a man called Emmett, and now I belong to him.

Twenty-something Jo meets Emmett on a team-building course, and her initial disdain for him soon turns into attraction.

With Emmett’s strong but loving hand to guide her, Jo unleashes her inner submissive and they embark on an intense voyage of sexual discovery.

Their mutual fascination sees them exploring bondage, spanking, toys and more, and their romance is as perfect as Jo could hope for, until another man appears on the scene.

She knows that Emmett hero-worships his former boss and mentor, Charles, but when she finds out that Charles is the man who introduced Emmett to the art of domination, she has no idea how to feel.

With fierce desire growing between the three of them, can they find a way to explore this new dynamic without destroying what they already have?

Want to read on? The Story of Jo is available in print and ebook formats:

Amazon: http://smarturl.it/TSoJKindle

Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-story-of-jo

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/the-story-of-jo/id1420094618?mt=11

Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-story-of-jo-justine-elyot/1128642055?ean=9781910908303

Author bio:

Justine Elyot is the author of best selling erotic novels On Demand and The Business of Pleasure, as well as enough short stories to fill several anthologies.

She can often be found moaning about stuff on Twitter as @JustineElyot

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Out Now: Jake, by Suzy Shearer @SuzyShearer #BDSM #EroticRomance #MFRWAuthor



We’re delighted to host new-to-us Suzy Shearer, who like us, writes older heroes and heroines. You won’t want to miss the next installment in her Silk Rope Masters Series!

Jake
The Silk Rope Masters – Book Two
by Suzy Shearer

Heat Rating : Level 4
Word Count: 64,579

BUY LINKS

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/jake-by-suzy-shearer
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They ooze power, control, natural dominance – and sex. They are The Silk Rope Masters.​

None have ever found love, but watch out! When they fall, they’ll fall fast and hard!

Jake Nichols, 53, was so tall that Emily Miller, 49, had to crane her neck to look into his face. Muscular – he could pick her up in one hand and yet he held her as if she were a fragile bird.​

And that’s exactly what she was, a beautiful plus-sized woman with a pain so deep she’s buried her emotions rather than face the tragedy that happened just a few months ago.​

Jake was assigned to care for her by Master Ash, the head of Silk Rope, and what Jake didn’t expect was to fall in love.

But she was only in his safekeeping until she could fly on her own then he would have to release her.

Be Warned:
BDSM, anal sex, sex toys,
voyeurism, flogging, public exhibition

This is an erotic romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used throughout.
It will offend some readers.

STORY EXCERPT:

So here she was.

It was almost eight on Friday night, and Emily sat nervously in her car in the large car park. Would this be the same as either Threshold or The Lair? She hoped it was. If it was a lower classed place she definitely wouldn’t be coming back. Maybe she could find another club somewhere if that proved to be the case. Still she was hopeful. She couldn’t imagine the manager of The Lair, Bevan Fuller, transferring her to a lesser club.

Then she wondered for the hundredth time, “What the hell am I doing here?”

She still felt numb inside. With every emotion rammed down that hard, Emily couldn’t even cry. She actually knew how foolish she was, knew perfectly well the therapists, her family, were right. Time and again they’d told her she shouldn’t keep everything bottled up, should allow herself to grieve and move on, but she was far too frightened to face her pain.

Her weekly sessions with the therapist consisted of her sitting, staring into her lap or answering in monosyllables and refusing to utter one word about what had happened. In fact, she’d never cried, never shouted, never gotten very angry since that day. As soon as she’d woken in the hospital and given her statement to the police, every emotion, every thought of what had happened—her grief, every single thing, she pushed deep down inside her and refused to look at them. She held them down for so long that now she honestly couldn’t take the chance on remembering.

She was dead, and yet she breathed.

Sometimes in a lighter moment she thought of herself as a zombie. An animated corpse walking amid the living. But mainly Emily thought she was like a well-shaken bottle of soda pop with the lid screwed down tight. A slight twist of the cork and the whole bottle would vigorously explode, its contents scattering everywhere, never to be replaced. She couldn’t risk it, couldn’t risk her emotions, couldn’t set them free—the pain would be too great, and Emily knew she couldn’t handle it. She honestly doubted she would survive if at any time she was forced to face her past.

In the back of her mind she knew if she’d grieve, she’d be able to move on and live again, but instead she tortured herself by bottling everything up. This was her only escape now, coming to BDSM clubs—her haven. Sometimes she felt they were all that was left of her life, so at least she could vicariously live through its patrons.

It was strange, but those BDSM clubs now felt more like home than any house possibly could. Inside those doors in front of her she knew what would happen. She knew the rules, and she knew the outcomes. She knew exactly how people would react, how they would be toward her. She could sit and watch and know people would leave her alone unless she indicated she wanted company. No one would expect anything of her, and she could hide in plain sight. It was her secure place, the only one she had, and she knew it would protect her. It really was her safe house—impenetrable, sheltered. All those years she’d spent at Threshold only reinforced the idea. A club was her sanctuary, a place where, even if only for a few hours, she could pretend she was still alive. A place where she could hide among the living.

But at the same time, she wondered, would she ever be able to return to the woman she was?

The one who laughed, who enjoyed life and lived it to the fullest? Or was she destined to remain empty, afraid of showing any sort of emotion, afraid to face her heartache? Terrified of the floodgates she was sure she could never hold back if she allowed one iota of emotion, of agony, of her grief to slip through.

Finally getting out the car, she walked up the stairs that fronted the huge Georgian mansion. Clutching her coat a little tighter, she entered the warm foyer. Behind a desk a large, burly man smiled warmly at her.

“Good evening, Miss.”

“Hello. My name is Emily, Emily Miller. I believe the owner from The Lair, back east, contacted your manager about me transferring from there to here?”

© Suzy Shearer 2018 

 

LINKS – WHERE TO FIND SUZY:                                                         

Website :  http://www.suzyshearer.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SuzyS
Blog:  http://suzyshearer.blogspot.com.au
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/SuzyShearer
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/suzshearer
Twitter : https://twitter.com/SuzyShearer
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/sooziiis
Linkedin: http://au.linkedin.com/in/suzyshearer
Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/suzy-shearer/
Publisher: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzy-shearer

Email her at: [email protected]

A FEW LINKS WHERE TO BUY:

Amazon: https://www.amzn.com/B07FTHQB8B
Kobo: https://www.kobo.com
Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com
Angus and Robertson: https://www.angusrobertson.com.au
Smashwords:  https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/882008

BIO:

Renaissance woman, best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it’s important for readers to connect.

Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn’t mean they aren’t intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. They may be older but not always wiser. Remember sexy isn’t just for the under 30s.

A Buddhist and artist, Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting – an accomplished watercolour Artist, her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. She is also a quilter, toy maker, sculptor and potter. Suzy’s Art

E-BOOKS OUT NOW

The Club series
The Club: Bound
The Club 2: Uncollared
The Club 3: Waxed
The Club 4: Displayed
The Club 5: Submit
The Club 6: Unmasked

The Hunters series
A Hunter’s Heart – Book 1
A Hunter’s Choice – Book 2
A Hunter’s Challenge – Book 3

Dark Desires series
(each book is a standalone)
Whipped Delights
Craving Her Master    
Melting Her Dom’s Heart
An Artist’s Kiss
Elephants and Ever-Afters

The Silk Rope Masters series
Steven
Jake

Single Titles
Daemons Are Forever
Build a Love
Perfect Three
Her Dom’s Secret Past
 

MOST BOOKS ARE ALSO AVAILABLE AS PAPERBACKS

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