Saturday, April 30, 2011

Conest Winner!

Hi everyone!

Thank you to everyone who participated and who added themselves to my followers and mailing list. You guys made my week. Okay, enough rambling.

The winner is lastnerve/! Congratulations! I will email you privately.

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Thanks so much again for playing and all of the support.

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Thursday, April 28, 2011

Contest-Last Chance To Enter!

Well, it's day 3 of TWRP's anniversary celebration and the 3rd and final chance to enter my anniversary contest. I want to thank you all in advance for participating and I hope you'll add me to your follow list for contests and excerpts in the future.

I promise to become a better blogger. *wink*

Okay, here we go! This is from my newest contract, Legally Bound, which has yet to get a release date.

Legally Bound Unedited Blurb

Two rival lawyers. Evelyn Morgan has a secret. Donavan Carver wants to expose it. Bondage, debauchery, and a weekend at eden lands one of them on their knees....

Eve Morgan hides her submissive nature from the world. Though she secrectly craves sexual domination, a kinky romp in the hay isn't worth destroying her career over. Even if that romp's with her handsome rival and legendary Dominant, Donavan Carver.

Desperate to protect her secret andkeep the notorious playboy at bay, Eve clings to the lie she's told for two years--she's a Mistress. Donavan doesn't buy it.

When the opportunity arises to put Donavan's doubts to rest, Eve tosses ethics out the window and lures him into a bet he can't win--one that will tie him to the end of her leash for the weekend. So what if she cheats to win? He'll never find out. Will he?

Unedited Excerpt

Defeat had never tasted so bitter.

Even a double shot of McKinley’s best scotch couldn’t dilute the taste that formed in Donavan’s mouth the moment Judge Bishop struck down his gavel in favor of Arthur Langly. By morning the outcome of the case would be splashed across the pages of every tabloid in Los Angeles, along side his self respect.

He’d lost high profile cases before and bounced back. In time, the respect of his peers could be restored and his professional reputation wouldn’t take too much of a hit. Everyone knew that clients lied to their lawyers, and Harriet Langly had sure pulled a fast one on him. However, it wasn’t merely the backlash of the Langly case making his temples throb and his gut churn.

His seductive adversary now owned his ass for the entire weekend.

“Don’t worry, I’m not a cruel mistress,” she had whispered on her way out of the courtroom. “We’ll start slow. Maybe my first order will be for you to give me a nice long massage. I love a good massage.”

Oh, he had no problem with her wanting him to put his hands all over that long luscious body. His cock throbbed with the thought. Since law school he’d wanted to get his hands on Evelyn Morgan. She was clever, sassy, and just the right amount devious. Unfortunately, she also insisted that she was a mistress. No doubt she would don him in shackles the first chance she got.

“Fuck.” Donavan tossed back the last of his scotch then slammed the glass down hard against the bar. “Keep em' coming. Hell, just leave the bottle.”

“I hate to say this but getting drunk off your ass at four o’clock in the afternoon won’t change the fact that you made a stupid bet, lost, and now have to pay up, my friend.”

Donavan slowly craned his neck left and glared. Evan Chamber’s, his oldest friend and confidant occupied the stool next to him, offering a sympathetic wince.

“Maybe not,” Donavan agreed. “But, with any luck I’ll drink myself into a coma so deep there’ll be no possible way Eve can expect me to follow through with our wager.” He picked up his refilled glass, tossed it back, and then clenched his teeth as it burned going down.

“If I know Eve, and I think I do, there’s no way you’re getting out of this one.”
Donavan scowled. Evan was right. He was always right.

Evan had the ability to read people. That’s probably what made him such a successful business man. Seven years ago when Eden opened, Donavan wasn’t entirely convinced Evan had what it took to run his own business. Soon after, he realized that entrepreneur ran in Chamber’s blood.

“If it’s any consolation,” Evan continued, “I hear Eve takes very good care of her slaves.”

“Blow me.”

Evan chuckled then took a pull on his beer. “Isn’t Harriet Langly in her seventies?”

“Seventy-five,” Donavan grumbled. “And as limber as a goddamn ballerina. You’d think Eve forcing me to watch that sex tape would be punishment enough.”

“That good, eh?”

“Let’s just say after the scene with the gardener I’ll never be able to look at ornamental shrubbery in the same way again.”

Evan laughed harder now but Donavan’s scowl only deepened.

This was not how he pictured things transpiring with Eve. She claimed to be a mistress yet her body screamed submissive. Whenever he whispered naughty, shameless words about taking her in hand, her lashes always fluttered and her cheeks always flushed. When he cornered her in a hallway like a lion stalking his prey, excitement lit in her vivid green eyes. Eve might say she was a mistress but people lied every day. Physical reaction didn’t.

Unfortunately his suspicions were neither here nor there now. He wasn’t a welsher. Whether he liked it or not, tomorrow night he’d be peeling grapes and giving PG rated foot massages.

“Mr. Carver? Oh wow, it is you! Small world! How lucky am I getting to see you twice in one day?”

Drawn out of his pity party by a small blonde leaning against the bar, Donavan tried to place her. It could have been the potency of the scotch, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember who she was. About five-three, wide blue eyes, pleated plaid skirt and snug white blouse—not his usual type but there was a period in law school that included toga’s, bottomless kegs, and a hell of a lot of women.

Donavan glanced at Evan in hopes of a life preserver but his friend only arched a brow.

“My apologies, sweetheart, I can’t quite remember your name.”

“Marcy. Marcy Baxter.” She beamed and gave him a playful slap on the shoulder but the name didn’t ring any bells. “Ms. Morgan’s assistant.”

Ms. Morgan’s assistant…Duh.

“Right. Right, Marcy. Of course. Sorry, my heads still a bit fuzzy from the case.”

“It’s okay.” She continued to stare and nibble provocatively on her lower lip. “I’m sorry about the loss.”

“Ah.” Donavan raised his glass. “Happens to the best of us.”

“True. It could just as easily be Ms. Morgan sitting here drowning her sorrows. I had to burn three red lights in order to get the tape to the courthouse in time. Luckily, I made it with twenty minutes to spare.”

So this was the woman responsible for the piece of evidence that would land him on his knees. Fantastic. As her words echoed in his head again, he creased his brow. Did she say she’d brought the tape with twenty minutes to spare?

Donavan went ramrod straighten in his chair and turned to her. Twenty minutes before the recess ended was about the same time he and Eve were chatting in the hallway.

“Marcy, you said that this is the second time seeing me today—did you happen to see me at the courthouse?”

“Where else?” She giggled. “Maybe you didn’t see me. You were talking to Ms. Morgan when I got there.”

Evelyn Morgan…you little cheat.

“Oh shoot, there’s my order,” Marcy said. “The fish and chips here are to die for. A bit unhealthy but you gotta live a little right?”

“No point in living if you can’t indulge in the sinful from time to time.” Donavan offered a polite smile while indulging in the fantasy of ringing Eve’s slender neck.

“Well, see ya around. It was nice running into you.”

“You too, Marcy.” You have no idea how nice. “Enjoy your dinner.”
When Marcy was out of earshot, Donavan whirled on Evan.

“She played me.”

“So it would seem,” Evan agreed with a chuckle. “Getting played by two women in one day, how unlike you.”

It certainly was unlike him. The horrifying image of Harriet Langly in all her glory resurfaced and Donavan flexed his jaw. At least with Harriet, he had an excuse for lowering his guard—he hardly knew the woman. But Eve he had known for years. She was calculating and shrewd. Two of the attributes he most admired about her had come to life and bit him square on his unsuspecting ass.

“So, are you going to call her on it?” Evan asked intrigued.

“Oh yes,” he murmured. “But, not just yet.”

“You’ll follow through with the bet then?”

“For now,” he answered.

Donavan had a hard time believing Eve would be as noble when it came to him collecting on their agreement. As much as he didn’t like the idea of playing the good slave, he would have to until he got her alone.

“But, Evelyn Morgan is about to discover that she isn’t the only one who can play dirty.”

Contest Question: What is the full name of Eve's assistant?

Re-post the correct answer in the comment section for your chance to win!

Thanks so much for playing. The winner will be posted tomorrow. (Saturday, April 30th)

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TWRP 5th Anniversary Contest-2nd Chance To Win!

It's day 2 of The wild Rose Press Anniversary celebration and YOUR 2nd chance to enter my contest. The prize is a $20 gift certificate to digibooks and it's so simple to enter!

Read the excerpt below, then answer the question below that. Post the correct answer in the comment section and you're entered to win! For the most chances to win, answer all three posts from the 27th to the 29th (coming tomorrow) and you will be entered 3 times!

Pure Sin/Blurb

Whips. Blindfolds. Restraints. And a man rumored to be the most skilled Dom in the city....

As the BDSM instructor at the hottest fetish club in Los Angeles, Bianca Alexander prides herself on being open, honest, and informative with her clientele when it comes to kink. The fact that she hasn't knelt before a master of her own in four long years doesn't affect her ability to teach, though a part of her longs to be back in her Dom's arms. But when her boss hires Cade Sinclair--her primary rival from a competing club--to assist teaching her classes, Bianca's comfortable solo act becomes a sinful duet drenched in Pure Sin.


So this was Cade Sinclair's idea of educating, was it? Bianca clenched her fists. Well, if he thought she would allow this type of behavior in her studio, he was in for a surprise. She narrowed her eyes and plotted his slow and painful death. No way in hell would she allow her classes and clients to act as a buffet to the man's obvious insatiable ego.

"On your knees, slave."

The warm whisper burned against the back of her neck and Bianca's knees buckled. But it wasn't the sensation of breath against her skin that had her reeling. It was the voice. The low seductive drawl had coaxed her to orgasm several times int he past.


"I must be losing my touch. Never took you this long to obey an order before."

Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks.

It was Sin all right.

Bianca turned on wobbly legs and wondered when her three-quarter-inch heels had narrowed to the width of toothpicks. She leveled her eyes with a tanned V of flesh bordered by the clean lines of a stylish charcoal dress shirt. It wasn't necessary to see his face. She recalled the exact width, the masculine curve of his chest, the powerful shoulders. Every ounce of her being warned not to look up, yet she couldn't stop herself. She slowly lifted her gaze and an invisible fist struck her in the solar-plexus.

God help her.

Contest Question: What color is the hero's shirt?

A) Pink

B) Charcoal

C) Blue

Re-post the correct answer and you will be entered for the main draw! The winner will be announced Saturday April 30th. Good luck!

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

TWRP 5th Anniversary Contest-1st Chance To Win!

Welcome everyone! In celebration of The Wild Rose Press 5th anniversary, I will be giving away a $20 gift certificate to Digibooks Cafe. Over the next 3 days you will have 3 opportunities to enter! It's so simple! Here's what you do....

Below, I've posted an excerpt from my first BDSM short, Welcome To Eden. At the end of the post there is a question about the excerpt. Re-post the correct answer and you're entered!

Make sure to come back tomorrow when I post an excerpt from my BDSM novella, Pure Sin.

On Friday, April 29th you will have your last chance to enter when I debut an unedited blurb and excerpt from the third BDSM novella, Legally Bound.

Okay, here we go....

Welcome To Eden


Within the walls of Eden, temptation rules and anything goes....

Psychiatrist Caitlyn Ward never imagined setting foot inside the hottest fetish club in Los Angeles until the day a patient's concerns about sexual desires went beyond her expertise. Now, determined to uncover the answers needed to alleviate her patient's mind, Caitlyn ventures into a world of dark and forbidden pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.


"Come here," Evan said from across the room.

She could think of no better time to test his limits than now. "What if I say no?"

Something in those midnight eyes sparked and sent a chill through her right before they narrowed. "No?"

"That's what I said," Defiant, she met his stare.

He arched a brow and then crossed the room to stand toe to toe with her. It still amazed her she had to look up at him. That rarely happened, especially when she wore heels, but somehow it made her feel surprisingly feminine. He lifted a hand slowly, slipped it to her nape and into her locks of blond that spilled down her back. His fist clenched and the pressure of his grip alone made her knees buckle. Regardless, shelooked into his eyes, unwilling to back down. This aroused him, she could tell, and more than anything, she wanted him turned on as much as she was.

He started forward until for the second time this evening he backed her to the wall. His rock-hard cock rubbed against her lower abdomen and she imagined what it would feel like when he filled her, stretched her, pounded her....

"Let me tell you something, sweetheart." She gasped as his hands went to her shoulders and locked her in a solid hold. "In this room, I don't take no for an answer."

He spun her and she found herself trapped between his massive frame and the wall. Before she could say another word, he had her wrists pinned above her head in one hand while the other worked expertly on the zipper of her dress. The latex came down in one hard yank to expose her scantily clad body. the rush of excitement overwhelmed her as she tested his strength and tried to pull free. He didn't budge an inch. She arched against him but his knee jutted forward betwen her legs and held her in place. He barely had to rock his leg to earn her harsh moan of approval.

"Someone's a naughty girl. I knew you'd like that."

His arrogance only fueled her desire. How was it that this stranger knew exactly what she wanted, needed, when no other man had even come close to driving her this wild?

CONTEST QUESTION: What is the heroin wearing at the beginning of this scene that the hero takes off?

A) A blouse

B) A leather jacket

C) A latex dress

Re-post the correct answer and you will be entered for the main draw! Come back tomorrow for another chance to enter. If you return all three days and re-post the correct answer for each day, you will be entered 3 times!

The winner will be drawn and posted on Saturday, April 30th.

Thanks for stopping by. Have a wickedly pleasant day. *wink*

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