Wednesday, December 30, 2015

A tease to please

The Prices Little Mate

Hi there Everyone. It's been a while since I've posted on my blog and today I've have someone special visiting. I'm proudly hosting the Best selling in Age Play, Meredith O'Reilly with her newest and hottest release to date. The Prices Little Mate.

Hi Melody! Thank you so much for having me on your blog today!
Here’s a snippet from my latest release, The Prince’s Little Mate. In this snippet, Allison brats off to Eric and he gives her a spanking…

“Okay, we’ll have to do this the hard way then.”

He sat down on his bed and pulled me over his lap. He yanked down my pants and panties until they were hanging around my ankles, and began my spanking, landing hard smacks all over my ass.

There was no warm-up to help lessen the pain. Each smack that landed on my skin stung increasingly worse as my bottom began to heat up.


What a tease you are Meredith. Can't we have just a little more? Please?

Mel, you're currently reading the book, you already know more. 

Okay, well, I tried... how about the blurb? 

The Prince’s Little Mate Blurb
When twenty-four-year-old Allison Black is chosen to be the mate of the prince of Aureus—an alien planet which recently signed an agreement with Earth—she is quite a bit less than enthusiastic. She makes her frustration perfectly clear to the handsome prince, telling him in no uncertain terms that she has no intention of submitting to his plans for her.

Prince Eric is determined to show his feisty, stubborn mate all the pleasures that surrendering to his dominance can bring. When he learns of her hidden yearning for a firm but loving daddy, he doesn’t hesitate to make her his little girl. He will cherish her, provide for her, and keep her safe, and when she misbehaves or puts herself in danger, he will spank her naughty bare bottom.

But even as Allison is beginning to discover the peace that comes from being held in her daddy’s strong arms, the future of Eric’s world is threatened by an old enemy bent on chaos and destruction. When the choice is put before her will Allison abandon Eric in his time of greatest need, or will she stay by his side as he strives to protect both his people and his little girl?

Publisher’s Note: The Prince’s Little Mate contains spankings, sexual scenes, age play, anal play, elements of medical play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

I just have to say, I adore Allison and how feisty she can be. The spanking scenes are super hot and let me just say, I personally wouldn't mind a trip over Eric's lap. ☺
Where can folks find this hot read? 

Buy Links

Meredith's Bio: 
Meredith O’Reilly cannot believe that her fifth book is published. It feels like yesterday she submitted her first one to Stormy Night Publications! It has been a crazy year and a half of publishing books and she looks forward to many more crazy years.

Thanks so much for stopping folks, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day absorbed in this steamy story.

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

What about Love with Maddie Taylor

Hi folks, I'm here with Maddie Taylor today and she has a special treat for Club Decadence lovers. The story we've all been waiting for. Lil T and Angie are eating up the charts in 'What about Love'. 

Thanks for having me on today, Melody. 

I brought with me today, and excerpt from What About Love, the latest in my Club Decadence series.  Featuring Lil T, the last of my Decadence Master, this book was bittersweet, and I admit to shedding a tear or two.  Watch out for the epilogue, I think you will too.

Any who, since I love my sexy Doms so much and can’t let them go, look for more in my spin off series of novellas, Decadence Nights and Decadence LA.  As long as you keep enjoying them, I’ll keep creating them in my kinky head. 

What kind of yummy excerpt have you brought for us today Maddie? 

While training to go undercover as a submissive to catch a serial killer, Angie makes an unwise decision and chooses the wrong Dom as a mentor.  T must step in and save her, with all eyes upon her after he shuts the nasty Dom down, Angie asks him to continue the scene…  

 “You have gorgeous skin. Smooth and flawless.” One hand dropped lower, stroking over first one cheek than the other. “It’s nothing compared to this ass,” his fingers flexed, as if testing the suppleness, “simply beautiful.”

Angie quivered, his touch igniting a fire in her body. She bit the inside of her lip, successfully suppressing the moan that rose up and threatened to burst free, but she had no control of her hips which thrust forward reflexively, nudging the padded cross.

“Did Dano use a flogger on these gorgeous cheeks?”

“Yes, Sir, he used two, suede and nylon.” The breathy quality of her voice could not be mistaken for anything other than what it was—desire.

“A very good start for a novice.” His head bent and she felt his lips brush softly across her shoulder. His whispered breath followed, making her shiver. “Your body’s vibrating with need after only a few light touches. A taste of my lash will have you soaring.”

From the corner of her eye she saw him twist, his long arm easily reaching his bag without leaving her. He withdrew an ominous looking multi-tailed whip.

She tensed. Missing nothing, his hand squeezed her hip. “Trust me, Angie.” A fraction of a second later the lash stroked across her bottom. Prepared for much worse than the paddle, a ragged low cry escaped her lips despite the sensation being soft and light.

“Relax,” he murmured as the leather connected again, and again. There was no bite or sting, instead, the tails thumped, curling around her curves like massaging fingers.

Her head fell back. The long fall of her hair sweeping down her back as T methodically lashed her ass and down her thighs with the heavenly flogger. Alive with sensation, a moan rose from her chest. As if by design, his hand sank into her hair, coiling it around and around his wrist, baring her back once again. Without releasing his firm hold, the flogger fell across her back. She’d witnessed a similar scene each of the past two nights, thinking it must be painful to take a lashing across the back and shoulders, but she was wrong. There was no pain, only pleasure, at least in the way T was doing it.

Under his control, his focus solely on her, his lash caressed her naked body, making her feel—really feel—sensations she’d never experienced before. She was starting to realize why all of this was so compelling, why some of her friends craved it like a drug, pursuing it, reveling in it, submitting to its power. She didn’t want him to stop, ever. She felt alive, her body vibrating as he’d said it would, her hard nipples rubbing against the cross with every stroke, her pussy drenched with need. The strokes began to fall again across her lowermost cheeks this time, the thud of the tails driving her higher.

“T, please.”

“Please what, baby?” His voice rasped in reply, not breaking the pattern of his strokes.

“I need—”

“Ask for what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“I need to come.”

“Mm… try again. This time be specific in what you want and ask with respect.”

The lash zipped a bit harder, bringing her up on her toes, not with biting pain, rather with intensity as the muscles of her thighs, buttocks, and those deep within her pussy contracted.

“Touch me, Sir, make me come.”

Lil T was by far one of my favorites of all the Club Decadence Doms. You certainly seemed to have saved the best for last. I'm still savoring his mouth watering muscles. Where can we find this oh so tasty morsel, Maddie? 

All Romance
The Blurb:

On the outside looking in for years, Angela Hixson thinks she knows what the BDSM club scene and lifestyle are all about from watching her friends with their dominant husbands and attending “Little Black Dress” Nights in the lounge at Club Decadence. But when her boss tags her to go undercover as bait for a serial killer at a BDSM club in LA, she learns she has no idea what being submissive really means.

Partnered with Antonio “Lil T” Minelli, sexy as hell ex-Green Beret turned security and covert ops specialist for Rossi Security, and the last available Decadence Master, Angie must guard her heart or risk losing it to the one man who has the power to make her kneel in surrender. He is also a man who has made no secret that marriage, family and love aren’t for him. Instead, having sworn off relationships beyond the walls of his club, he meets his needs with an available, willing submissive, making it clear up front not to expect more than an unforgettable night.

Thrown together again and again, at work, at play, and in near constant emotionally charged situations, Angie and Lil T fight their attraction, but succumb to their undeniable desire. The chemistry between them is explosive, as is the sex. As Angie falls under the spell of his expertly wielded flogger, her fears come to fruition when she realizes she’s lost her heart and given her love to a man who swears he doesn’t have it in him to give in return. In time, she sees past the fun loving, player exterior to the tortured man beneath. Can she convince him to take a chance, to entrust his damaged heart into her loving hands and try again? Or will he reinforce the shields he’s built over the past decade and push her away, losing her forever?

What About Love is the final installment in the Club Decadence series. Catch up with old friends in this fast paced, action packed story, full of as much BDSM adventure and romance as the others in Maddie Taylor’s popular series.

Wanna stalk Maddie Taylor on her blog? How about facebook? Or maybe her Amazon page

Thanks so much for visiting today Everyone and I hope you enjoy the last installment of this beautiful and oh so hot series, Club Decadence.

Friday, October 23, 2015

Cracking down. #Satspanks

Hi there folks. Welcome to one of the weeks hottest blog hops, brought to us by the lovely and talented Kathryn Blake. I get excited just thinking about all those cherry red bottoms and stinging palms. 
My sizzling little snippet today will continue directly after last weeks, when Amy told Landon he wouldn't dare spank her. I dare say, he's about to do just that.

Clicking this pic will take you to amazon When she decided it was a good idea to try and kick him in the groin, he’d had enough. Catching her leg mid-swing, he picked her up, taking her over to the bed where he sat down, putting her over his lap.
Wrapping a leg around her thighs, he pinned her wrists behind her back and held her down, giving her lusciously rounded bottom a good solid crack. 

“No!” she blurted, but he paid no heed, landing another. “Don’t. I’ll stop fighting,” she cried, stilling her bucking body to prove she was in earnest.

“Good girl,” he praised, smoothing his hand over the spot he’d just spanked. “I’m going to let you up so you can take down your jeans, then we can finish this properly before we talk.”

“What?” she asked, shocked, her head swiveling around to look at him. “No way,” she spluttered, shaking her head.

Looks like I have to stop there, but if you're interested in more of this intense thriller, you can find the rest of the story on Amazon  Nook Kobo or All Romance
Thank you all for visiting my blog today. I hope you have a spanktacular weekend. See you again soon ☺
Oh, hey! Guess what? There's more spanks to be had if you click the links below. 

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Up on your hands and knees

Hi folks and welcome to this weeks #Wipitup Wednesday. I'll be sharing one last excerpt from my newest release, The Demon's Woman. 

Why only one more, Mel?

Because it's no longer a WIP, Yellow and with all the upcoming new books coming out by fellow participants it won't be a new release much longer either. 

Well you better make this excerpt the best one yet. 

“As sexy as this dress is,” he said, smoothing a hand down over her breasts to her belly, his eyes not leaving hers, “I want you out of it and fully naked while I pick out a few toys from our new collection.”

Her pussy clenched with anticipation, the gusset of her panties soaking up the wetness his dark gaze and authoritative voice produced.
Without leaving the bed, she shimmied out of the dress and removed her skimpy bra and pink lace panties, tossing them to the floor while he stood before the open armoire, making his selection. Amy couldn’t quite see all the implements it housed, but she did catch sight of the suede flogger in his right hand and noticed a swinging rack with cuffs, ropes, and belts hanging from it. After selecting a couple more items that she couldn’t see, he turned, leaving the doors open and strode back to her.

Tossing the chosen tools on the bed, he ripped open his shirt, pulling a gasp from her as the buttons popped off in all directions. “What’s your safe word, little girl?” he asked, his voice low with arousal as he removed his belt.

“Bananas.” Her belly sizzled with excitement as she looked at the nylon cuffs and tethers he’d deposited near her feet.

“Good. Now up on your hands and knees, I want your ass and pussy nice and warm before I claim them both tonight, reminding you of who your master is.” Dropping his belt to the floor, he picked up the flogger, trailing the tails through his fingers.

“Yes, sir,” she said, scrambling into position. She knew he was only playing out their fantasy when he referred to himself as her master, but part of her wished it wasn’t entirely an act.

She felt his palm smoothing over her anxiously waiting orbs. “Who does this tight sexy bottom belong to?” he asked huskily, changing from his hand to the tips of the flogger, dragging them back and forth over her ass.

“You, sir,” she breathed out.

“You will call me master, tonight.” As he said the word ‘master’ the flogger came down with a whooshing sound, landing with a heavy thud in the center of her cheeks.

“Yes, master,” she proclaimed, savoring the sensation the implement had caused.

“And whose pussy is this, girl?” His voice dropped another octave as he cupped her sex, his middle finger working between her slick folds, tracing her rapidly swelling clit.

“Yours, master,” she replied, pushing back against his probing digit in search of more. A second later his fingers were gone, replaced by the sound of the flogger just before it landed again, this time low on just one cheek.

“That’s right, and I am going to take all that is mine tonight.” She couldn’t stifle the loud moan that left her lips as he brought the tails down again, but this time he didn’t give her pause between strokes. They landed hard and heavy over and over on her bottom and thighs until she began to pant and groan, wiggling her hips dauntingly to indicate the need to have him inside her.

“Getting anxious, are we?” he asked, giving her pause to answer.

“Yes, sir… I mean master,” she uttered, her lips dry as her heated breath rushed past them.

She heard the flogger hit the floor with a thump and then felt the coolness of his hand on her heated flesh. “Turn over and lie on your back,” he ordered. “Good girl,” he commended, his eyes laden with lust as he crawled onto the bed with her, placing each of her wrists in a nylon cuff, which he then attached to separate D-rings hanging from the headboard. “Your body is mine to do with as I please.” His gaze landed on her erect nipples and a moment later he took one in his mouth, sucking greedily while squeezing her other breast with his hand. “These are mine,” he growled, moving to and sucking the other while his hand sailed downward to her already spread thighs. A deep groan vibrated through her taut bud as he found her dripping pussy, ripe and ready for him. “And this,” he murmured, reluctant to pull free of her aching nipple as he thrust two fingers deep into her throbbing cunt, making her gasp and instantly arch her back, “is mine to use any way I choose tonight.”

“Oh, God, Landon. This is driving me insane. Please, fuck me now.”

A low chuckle rolled up from his chest as he held his face inches above hers, looking her deep in the eyes, his fingers still inside her. “Landon isn’t here right now, girl.” The fierce, demanding look in his eyes scared her a little. “Only the master is present and I’ll fuck you only when I feel the urge to do so. Understand?”

Thank you all for visiting today. I hope you've enjoyed the last #wipitup excerpt of The Demon's Woman. If you want the full story you can find it on Amazon  Nook  All Romance  and  Kobo. 
Don't forget to hop along and give some ♥ to this weeks other hot participants.  

Friday, October 16, 2015

You wouldn't dare!

Hi folks and welcome to #Satspanks. Thank you Miss Blake for hosting this wonderful weekend hop. 
The snippet I'm sharing today is a continuation of one I shared earlier in the week on the #wipitup hop where Landon's last words were, "one way or another, you and I are having a talk." 
Let's find out what happens. ☺

Clicking the pic will take you to amazon
“Fuck you,” she shouted, trying to run from the room.

Landon caught her by the arm before she’d made it more than three steps toward the door. Kicking and screaming did her no good as he hoisted her up over his shoulder, banding a big strong arm around her thighs to keep her in place as he marched them both from the room and down the hallway to the bedroom.

Once inside, he closed the door and locked it before putting the still thrashing girl down.

“You let me go,” she demanded, her fists slamming into his chest as he lowered her to her feet. “Just leave here and never come back. Leave me and my sister alone.”

He understood her pain and let her take her frustrations out on him for a minute before capturing her flying fists, pulling her close to him. “That’s enough now,” he said as calmly as he could muster. “This isn’t easy on you, I know, but you need to listen to me. Either you calm down and do it now, or I’m going to give you another attitude adjustment like I did yesterday.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

Uh-oh, looks like that marks my 8 sentence limit for today. 
Actually Mel, it's more like 9-10. 
HUSH, Yellow, Head mistress Blake will hear you. 

Have a great weekend everyone and if you can't stand it and want to know what happens The Demon's Woman is for sale in these locations. Amazon  All Romace  Nook

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

This is all your fault

Hello folks and welcome to Wipitup where you'll always find something to tickle your fancy. I'd like to announce that the Wip I've been calling Deceptive Desires has now been released with a new title. 
The Demon's Woman. And now that it's no longer a Wip, I'll only be sharing a couple more excerpts from this one. I hope you enjoy. 

In this scene, the book that started all of this has been discovered and Amy is a little upset about her sister going with Landon to destroy it.

Clicking book will take you to amazon “Wait…” Amy said, pulling her hand from Landon’s as she looked at her sister. “No one said anything about vampires. Lany, you can’t go, Landon can get the book himself and bring it back.”

“Afraid not,” Marie said with a soft shake of her head. “Laynett must go with him, and destroy the book while he’s dealing with the vampires.”

“But if it’s daylight the vampires can’t get them,” Amy said, giving Marie an imploring look. “Lany, you can’t go,” she repeated, turning to her sister. “You’re not well enough yet. I’ll go instead.”

“You can’t,” Laynett stated firmly. “Isabella and the book must be destroyed together. I have to go.”

“Marie, please!” Amy said impatiently. “There must be another way.”

“Afraid not, child,” Marie said, a frown forming on her lips. “I’m sorry, but if we are to put an end to all of this, Landon and Laynett must be the ones to destroy the book.”

“Then I’m going too,” Amy said firmly.

“No,” Landon growled, giving her a determined look. “I won’t risk putting you in danger.”

“He’s right,” Marie added in. “I know it’s hard, but it has to be this way.”

Tears began to fill Amy’s eyes, and Landon wished he could hold and console her. “What’s going to happen once you have the book?” she asked, her voice quivering as she looked at her sister.

“Isabella and I will destroy it, putting an end to this curse for all of us.”

“And then what happens?”

Laynett lowered her eyes to her lap, clearly not wanting to explain that she wasn’t coming back.

“Marie?” Amy’s eyes went to the older woman who softly shook her head, unable to make eye contact. “You’re not planning to return, are you?” she asked, looking first at Landon then at her sister.

“Amy, you need to understand,” Laynett said, her voice filled with remorse.

“No!” her sister spouted, letting her tears fall. “I won’t allow it,” she blurted, the pitch of her voice rising. “I’ll have lost my whole family.” Her words came out in sobs. “You can’t do this to me, you just can’t.”

Landon reached for her shoulder, but she pulled away, standing up.

“This is all your fault,” she cried, glaring at him.

“It’s not his fault,” Laynett countered. “The fault lies with Isabella and Vod. They must be destroyed for the sake of all mankind. If that book survives—”

“I don’t care about the book or mankind,” she bellowed. “I can’t lose you, Lany.” Her face contorted into a twisted mess as she tried to control her emotions. “Please, think of me for once.” Amy dropped to her knees next to her sister’s chair. “You’re the only thing that’s kept me going after mama died the way she did. I swear, Laynett, without you around, I might just—”

“Don’t even say it!” Landon warned, his voice deep as he got up from his chair. “You and I need to have a private talk.” Putting a firm hand around her arm, he motioned her to get up, but she stiffened, pulling it away.

“Don’t touch me,” she cried. “I hate you!” she yelled, jumping to her feet so she could move further out of his reach.

“Landon, I think you should go for now,” Marie said. “Laynett and I will calm her down.”

“No,” he said firmly, glancing at Marie but for a moment before his attention went right back to Amy, who had her hands over her face, sobbing uncontrollably. “I’m not leaving her like this. Amy, you can either come willingly or I’ll have to carry you to the bedroom, but one way or another, you and I are having a talk.”

You think it's just going to be a talk, Mel? 

Ummm... I can't say, Yellow, but you might find out this Saturday on the #Satspanks blog hop. 

Thanks so much for stopping today folks. If you'd like your own copy of The Demon's Woman, please check out these E-tailors.  Amazon  Nook  All Romance  

Saturday, October 10, 2015

#ScintillatingSunday The Demon's Woman

Hi folks, how's your weekend going? Reading any good books? I've got a brand spanking new one for you just in time for Halloween and I just know your going to love The Demon's Woman. I'd like to thank Mile high muses for making this blog-hop possible.

“I’m not leaving until I’ve checked your bottom and tucked you in. Now you can either get into your pj’s by yourself, or I’ll have to help you.”

She remained quiet and he didn’t hear her pulling down her jeans, so he turned around to find her standing with her arms crossed, glaring at him.

“Maybe you need a few more of my turkey prints, hm?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. The blush on her cheeks deepened, but she still didn’t respond until he took a step towards her.

“Okay, okay!” she spouted, taking a couple steps back. “Turn around.”

“Nope, you lost your chance at privacy when you got all defiant again.” He tried to keep from smiling and laughing as her mouth fell open. “I suggest you get to it. Patience has never been my strong suit.” He crossed his arms mimicking her.

“Please?” she asked, her expression softening.

He shook his head slowly, unable to hide his smile this time. He chuckled when she stomped her foot and turned her back to him, pulling her powder-blue T-shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor and quickly reached for Tweety. (A Tweetybird night shirt)

“You don’t normally sleep in your bra, do you?”

She let out an outraged sigh in response, reaching behind her to unfasten it, chucking it to the floor in haste. Her skin looked so soft and silky, making his cocks (Yes, you read that right, this demon has two of them) throb as he drank in the contour of her waist and the dip in her lower back. All to soon the view was gone as she pulled the nightshirt over her head before unfastening her jeans, letting them drop, pooling around her feet. Stepping out of them, she lifted her nightie, holding it around her hips.

“See?” she said, looking over her shoulder at him. “I’m fine, now if you don’t—”

“Panties too, Amy,” he said, his voice deepening.

Would you like a little more? How about the blurb. 
From the moment Landon Reed sets his eyes on beautiful Amy Piers, the fire she stirs in his blood drives him nearly mad with lust. Contending with the dark, savage impulses he inherited from his demon father is hard enough under ordinary circumstances, and resisting his fearsome need to lay claim to Amy is a truly daunting task.

But Amy’s sister holds the key to breaking the curse that sets Landon’s blood on fire, and those who serve his father will stop at nothing to keep that curse intact. To make matters worse, Amy is headstrong and defiant and Landon knows he is the only one who can protect her. He is left with no choice but to compel her obedience in order to keep her safe, even if that means taking her over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking as often as she makes it necessary.

Landon’s firm-handed discipline only increases Amy’s powerful attraction to the handsome half-demon. But if she were to yield to her own desires and beg him to take her long and hard, she fears that his mastery of her body would be so complete that she would surrender herself utterly to him forever. With danger all around them, can she trust Landon to protect her from their enemies… and from himself?

Still want more? Take a peek under the hot cover over at Amazon. And thank you all for stopping by my blog today. Have a wonderful click happy day while you meander through the other hot blogs on Scintillating Sunday.

Friday, October 9, 2015

I'm older than you

Hi there Spank lovers. I hope your all having a spank-o-licious day so far. Considering Halloween is right around the corner I have a special treat for you all today. My new paranormal romance is due out as I write this post. 
I hope your all ready for a sexy blood-demon named Landon who enjoys spanking. 
Introducing 'The Demon's Woman'
Clicking will take you to amazon

“Stop! What do you think you're doing?” she cried.

She found out a second later when his hand met with her jean clad bottom. “Giving you what you need and teaching you some respect,” he growled, landing one swat after another.

“Ow!” she cried, doing her best to break free of his hold. “You can’t do this to me.”

“Looks to me like you don’t have much choice in the matter,” he said gruffly, leaving no area uncovered. “Be thankful this isn’t on your bare ass.” He focused more on her lower cheeks, swatting them over and over.

“Stop it! I’m older than you.”

He let out a hearty laugh. “Really? How old are you?” he asked.

The Blurb:
From the moment Landon Reed sets his eyes on beautiful Amy Piers, the fire she stirs in his blood drives him nearly mad with lust. Contending with the dark, savage impulses he inherited from his demon father is hard enough under ordinary circumstances, and resisting his fearsome need to lay claim to Amy is a truly daunting task.

But Amy’s sister holds the key to breaking the curse that sets Landon’s blood on fire, and those who serve his father will stop at nothing to keep that curse intact. To make matters worse, Amy is headstrong and defiant and Landon knows he is the only one who can protect her. He is left with no choice but to compel her obedience in order to keep her safe, even if that means taking her over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking as often as she makes it necessary.

Landon’s firm-handed discipline only increases Amy’s powerful attraction to the handsome half-demon. But if she were to yield to her own desires and beg him to take her long and hard, she fears that his mastery of her body would be so complete that she would surrender herself utterly to him forever. With danger all around them, can she trust Landon to protect her from their enemies… and from himself?

Buy on Amazon

Thanks so much for stopping by today. I hope you all have a Funstastic day reading some more of this weeks #Satspanks

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

What's the meaning of all this?

Hi folks, how are you all doing this lovely fall day? I'd like to welcome you to another #wipitup Wednesday. Today I'm sharing a bit of backstory about Laynett and Amy and how they unwillingly became destined to eventually meet Landon. This excerpt takes place after Landon's interview with Amy. 

Amy got off the bus on the corner of Pleasure and Lousia street as usual and began the two block walk to her house. It wasn’t much to look at on the outside, but it was affordable on her salary. She’d be able to afford better if it were not for her sister, Laynett’s tab for Riveroaks mental hospital each month. The poor girl had been there since she was twelve years old with little to no signs of improvement.

She remembered the day it all started with vivid detail. They’d been down by the Mississippi river skipping stones when Laynett suddenly wigged out, going on and on about finding some book. A witches book with a twelve point star. She claimed it contained a spell that must be destroyed. A spell that would cause the rise of a blood-demon on All Hallows’ Eve, granting him permission to mate and bring forth a hybrid race of demons.

“The blood,” Laynett said, shivering. “He’s risen, mated, and his blood flows within the child. Amy,” her sister took her shoulders, her hands trembling, a deranged fear in her dark brown eyes, “we must find the book and destroy it before his turning. Please, you must help me.” 

“Lany, what’s wrong with you? Calm down, you're talking crazy!” Amy said, taking Laynett’s hands. They were cold, ice cold.

“No! You must listen. It’s true. The boy lives and we must destroy the book before his turning. If he mates there will be more.” Laynett began to weep more profusely, putting her hands to her face. “We can’t let that happen. We just can’t.”

No matter how hard Amy and her parents tried to calm her, Laynett just continued her constant babbling about the book, blood-demons, and a witch who she called Isabella.

“Mama, she’s with me. I have to help her find the book. We have to burn it.”

“Lany, calm down,” Diane, their mother soothed. “Who’s with you, child?”

“Isabella, the witch. She put her soul in me so I could help her. She placed the book with Madam Marie in her shop. You have to take me there mama, please,” Laynett begged over and over until their father got home.

When he heard her goings on and saw how she was acting, they all took a trip to Bourbon street to see Madam Marie at her voodoo shop. Marie claimed to be clairvoyant, but most people knew it was all just an act to attract business and lure tourists into buying something in her shop. At least that’s what she used to think.

The moment they walked into her shop—Marie, adorned in her silk scarves and big gold bangle bracelets—had rushed over to Laynett and laid her hands on the top of her head.

“Oh dear God, help us,” Marie said, pulling her hands back. “It’s gone. I sold it nearly five years ago. It could be anywhere by now.”

“No!” Laynett sobbed. “We have to find it before he turns.” 

Amy and her parents stood watching, shocked that Marie seemed to know and understand what Laynett was thinking before she’d even had a chance to explain.

“To find the book, we need a sample of the hybrid’s blood. His blood will lead us to the book, then we can destroy them both.”

“What is the meaning of all this?” Ryan, their father, demanded.

“Mr. Piers, your daughter is possessed by a dead witch,” Marie stated in a stiff matter-of-fact tone. “Isabella’s spirit is alive within Laynett’s soul and she will not rest until she finds and destroys the book. If it is destroyed before the hybrid demon turns all will be well. But if not,” the woman shook her head slowly, “once he breeds, all hope is lost and destroying the book will no longer matter.”
Turning her attention back to Laynett, she knelt and wrapped her arms around the girl. “I wish I could help you find him, but I can’t put myself in the middle of this fight.” She spoke addressing the witches spirit inside the girl. “You gave the demon passage, Bella, and you are the only one who can atone for your sin.”

“I don’t know where he is anymore. Vod sent him away when I sacrificed myself. Please, Marie, you must help me. My soul is trapped here until I make this right.” Laynett shook her head, taking a step back from the woman. “Look at the child who stands before you, sister. Do it for her.”

Marie stood, her eyes warm with sympathy as she took a few of Laynett’s long golden curls, pulling them through her fingers. “This is not my fight, sister. I can help you if you can find the book, but anything more than that and you know very well I will share your curse. I will not condemn my soul as you have done, Isabella. I’m sorry.”

“Stop calling her that,” Amy blurted, but her mother hushed her. 

“I sympathize with you and your family, Mr. Piers, but I cannot help your daughter anymore than I can help the spirit of the witch who now resides within her.”

Their father let out a frustrated sigh, asking Marie for advice about how to deal with his possessed daughter. Her only advice was “help her find the book.” 

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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Not until she screamed

Hello and happy humpday to all. Are you ready to find out more about what's going on with our favorite blood-demon, Landon? 

I thought I'd continue with scene right after his interview with Amy Piers. He goes home to make a more in depth search for her address on his computer, but then gets a little side tracked. This is a shorter snippet, but as requested by Yellow last week, it's sexy and packs a punch.

Get a grip, dude, he chided. No matter how much you want her, she’s out of your league and you can’t have her anyway. At least not right now, but if it were true that he could eventually rid himself of this wretched curse…

He shouldn’t be thinking about her that way, but it couldn’t be helped. The woman simply mesmerized him. Not to mention his hormonal urges and sexual appetite had become heightened since his turning.
Prior to that night, he’d never consider tying a woman up, marking her body with lashes from a cane, watching her writhe and squirm under his command, listening to her cries of both pain and pleasure.

He pictured Amy bound before him, each strike to her supple flesh, causing her to shriek, her body to recoil. As he continued his sensual torture, she’d succumbed to the erotic pain, melting like butter as she begged for more. He imagined soothing each sting with an equally pleasurable response. A soft lick of his tongue over the welts while his skilled fingers delicately danced on her clit would have her pussy drooling, her mouth open and panting while she pumped her eager mound against them, fervently seeking penetration.

He refused to give her the satisfaction, no matter how much she pleaded for him to end the blissful torment, not until she screamed, cursing at him, calling him cruel. That’s when he’d put the cane down and take her from behind in a highly ruthless manner, thrusting into both her tight wet crevices. As she whimpered, he’d take a handful of her soft pale blonde hair and pull her head back, savoring the quivers and shudders of her body beneath his as she adjusted to the sensation of two cocks filling her.

He wouldn’t give her long before he began to take what he needed from her, using her heated sex and ass like an animal, rutting into her harshly, growling as he forced her to take him harder. “Landon!” She would scream as he made his final thrust, come expelling from both cocks in long hot bursts while a rumble rose from his chest, his fingers clutching her hair as he rode out the pleasure of release.
Landon opened his eyes, looking down at his still pulsating shafts, puddles of semen on his belly. He shouldn’t have played out his twisted new fantasies with Amy Piers as the star, but strangely after only one meeting, she consumed his thoughts.
Wiping off with his earlier discarded T-shirt next to him on the sofa, he got up, grabbed a bag of A negative from the fridge and headed for the shower. Later, he’d check out each of the addresses for the Piers listings and hopefully be able to find out which one might be Amy’s.

Well there you go, Yellow. Do you find this weeks snippet more to your liking?

Could have been longer, Mel. 

UGH! Some colors are just so hard to please. 
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Bad Kitty with Teresa Noelle Roberts

Hi Everyone. I have a new guest on my blog today. I'd like to introduce you to Teresa Noelle Roberts. She has a new release out about a very Bad Kitty. Let's check out the exciting Blurb.

When you make the Devil’s bargain, be prepared to take the heat. A lot of heat.
Most of cat-girl Xia’s early memories are repressed, thank the Great Cat Mother. But her body remembers how to kill.

The longer she and her fellow Malcolm crewmates are holed up on lawless Cibari hiding from assassins, the twitchier she gets—until the planet’s insanely sexy warlord, Rahal Mizyar, borrows her skills to take out slavers.

Rahal suspects Xia is his mate, but the human-raised female never learned the finer points of felinoid rituals. The solution: make her fall hard and fast for him, even if it means playing dirty.

Hired to determine if Xia is the long-missing granddaughter of the felinoid prime minister, Cal Janssen has finally tracked her down. Getting past Rahal, though, is a problem—until he’s mistaken for a notorious arms dealer and playboy. And he finds himself the object of both Rahal’s and Xia’s seduction.

When their first mission brings Xia’s memories bulleting back to the surface, she realizes she’s fallen for two men who don’t exist. Running away, however, could be her deadliest mistake.

Warning: Contains an assassin with a swiss cheese memory, a badass warlord who’s getting tired of his own con, and a freelance lawman. Secrets, lies, and hot sex with no rules.

Series blurb:
In the 26th century, humans and numerous alien races share the galaxy. Technology has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast preserve and museum, and humans have spread to the stars. But some things remain the same. Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.

Meet the crew of the independent freighter Malcolm. They usually succeed in keeping things only a little bit illegal. But then a seemingly legit job goes supernova—and they’re on the run, hiding from assassins, a planetary government, and their own dark pasts.

It’s the perfect time to fall in love!
In the 26th century, humans and numerous alien races share the galaxy. Technology has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast preserve and museum, and humans have spread to the stars. But some things remain the same. Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.

Meet the crew of the independent freighter Malcolm. They usually succeed in keeping things only a little bit illegal. But then a seemingly legit job goes supernova—and they’re on the run, hiding from assassins, a planetary government, and their own dark pasts.

It’s the perfect time to fall in love!

How about a sexy excerpt?

(cat-boy and cat-girl in action):

“Let’s put it this way. You agree to my offer, you get me. Any way you want, for as long as you want.”

“I’m not sure it counts as a good bribe,” Rahal said. “I’m all in for sexytimes with you, don’t get me wrong. But you’ve flat out said you’d sleep with me, so I’ll need more than that to consider it a bargain, not just a good time between two people who want each other already.”
Time for a careless shrug and studying her nails nonchalantly. “I never sleep with anyone. Never spend the night. But I will with you if you want. And, yeah, I was going to sex you once. No one ever gets more than once, even if they’re as good as you probably think you are. But you’ll get me all you want if you let Mik and Gan off the hook. No limits.” Then she narrowed her eyes. “If you say no, I’m out the door and you will never touch me again. But if any harm comes to my fathers because of this little plot of yours, I’ll be the one doing the touching.”

“In a life-ending sort of way?”

“In a life-ending sort of way. When you least expect it. I don’t care how tough you are or how good your bodyguards are. Sooner or later, you’ll slip up and I’ll be there.” Not an empty threat, she realized. He was good. He was probably way better than she was. But if he harmed her family, he was dead.

Rahal laughed. It sounded menacing, but mischievous, and definitely erotic. It made her shiver with lust right down to the tip of her tail. She hoped she wouldn’t have to cut off her chance to taste more of the beautiful body she’d enjoyed.

“You are so sexy, Xia. Hot and evil and good at the same time, and good’s something I don’t see enough of. You make death threats seem like the most erotic thing ever. I’ve had plenty and, trust me, they don’t usually affect me that way. So I’ll take you up on this, make you the face of my campaign to stop child abuse and slavery. Leave your dads out of it. In exchange, you’ll share my bed every night for as long as I find it entertaining. Which might be a long time.”

A cold lump formed in her stomach at the words share my bed, but she’d find a way to deal. After all, she’d just told him her deep, dark secret, that she’d been a slave herself. And maybe he’d wear her out so much she wouldn’t be able to find the dark place, so he wouldn’t hear her whimper. “Deal,” she said, extending her hand.

He shook her hand. “Deal. But I can think of better ways to formalize it than a handshake.”

She tried to keep her cool. She really did. But what came out of her mouth was “Great stars, yes. Here. Now.”

“Hands and knees.” His voice deepened to a rumbling, prurient purr. When she didn’t drop quickly enough for his taste, he gave her a little shove.

She didn’t stumble and she figured he didn’t expect her to. Balance was too well ingrained in their species, an instinct that, even spending most of her life among clumsy species like humans and Furagi couldn’t dim. Instead of an awkward fall, she used the energy of his push to spring to the ground, landing on all fours. She looked back over her shoulder, arched the long length of her spine and bared her fangs at Rahal in challenge. Her tiny wrap skirt and halter wouldn’t be in the way, but she untied a few knots and let them fall to the floor.

Naked was better.

She crouched lower on her hands, raising her now-naked ass in the air, spread her legs wider to show off her wet sex then curved her tail high and to one side. Without even thinking about it, she growled deep in her throat.

He slithered out of his pants. Then he pounced, a graceful, lithe movement that ended with her as trapped as any prey she’d ever caught, his teeth at the back of her neck. “Mine,” he chortled. “Mine, mine, mine.” His voice went singsong.

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Teresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but hot paranormals and BDSM-spiced contemporaries were her favorites until she realized science-fiction romances offered new possibilities for outrageous adventure, wild sex and love that overcomes serious obstacles, including being from different species! Find her at, on Facebook at, or on Twitter, where she hangs out as @TeresNoeRoberts 

Thanks so much for visiting today folks. I hope you enjoy Teresa's new release.

Friday, September 18, 2015

The Ties That Bind. C.P. Mandara

Hi there Everyone! I have something super exciting to share with you today. Christina Mandara's newest Pony Tales release. 'The Ties That Bind'. I've been following this story since it was in it's early stages on her blog and I'm elated that it's now unleashed for all of us to read start to finish, non-stop.
Okay, maybe a couple little breaks for ice water, or those wandering fingers, because this one is utterly over-the-top Hot, hot, hot!
Then again, I think everything I've ever read by C.P. has been wickedly scrumptious.

So what's new in the latest installment of Pony Tales?

Imaginative Bondage - Jenny is about to find herself centre stage in Leyland Forbes palatial mansion as he works to entertain his guests in what will be the BDSM party of the century. She will find herself sprayed up in body paint and forming part of a moving exhibition - a carousel - before being dipped several feet underwater for experimental underwater games.

  Marianna and the 'No Panties' rule - What happened to Marianna after we left her in Atlantisse? Well, she's about to feature as a human dessert plate for the entertainment of Mark Matthews and a few others, besides. Then, when she arrives back at the office, she will have to face her 'no panties' punishment - which involves her walking around the office with... yes, you've guessed it... her panties around her ankles.

  Mark and Jenny - Finally some alone time for Mark and Jenny! Lots of shocking, naughty games ensue and she'll have a rather intimate experience with a shot glass.  A safe word will be chosen and Mark will do all he can to make sure that it is uttered before the evening comes to a close.

  Redcliff - This man wants to watch Mark squirm, and preferably at his feet. The tactics he will employ to make sure that will happen are going to make your eyes water!

First the Blurb:
Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff's terms for his daughter's release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal's sanity depends upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of the Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one. Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world's top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity. Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond. Escape for Jenny is beginning to seem like an impossible dream...

Now an Excerpt:
“How are you going to get that out again? You can suck it out, surely?” Jenny opened one eye at him and gave him a nasty look.

“We’ll have to hope, for your sake, that I can. Otherwise I’ll be searching the apartment up and down for a straw, and then I might get distracted and feel the need to blow bubbles.”

She gave a horrified shudder beneath him, but then his mouth was upon her and it was all about pleasure. He flipped the stereo on with his spare hand and the shuffle function found the ‘Flower duet,’ from the opera ‘LakmĂ©’ which usually reminded him of the British Airways commercial, but tonight he had other things on his mind. It was a strangely appropriate piece, but he hadn’t the time to consider the intricacies of opera at the moment. He was focused. He had his goal in sight and he was nothing if not an overachiever.

He suckled, tongued, stroked and slurped. Light trickles of Sambuca ran into his mouth, flavoured with her unique, spicy essence that made the subtle hint of elderflower and the strong tang of liquorice seem like nectar from the Gods. Speaking of Gods, she tasted heavenly. Earthy, musky, flowery, and there was a hint of sweetness he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She seemed to have a particular scent and taste that drove him wild, and tonight, he intended to indulge himself. She wouldn’t be getting a sip of this particular vintage. This was all for him and he savoured each drop. When her thighs began trembling beneath his hands, he increased the suction of his mouth and captured her clit. In a few artful flicks, he had her screaming and then he could wait no longer. He was inside her. With long, tortured thrusts of urgency, he finally found solace within her body. She squeezed him tightly, somehow remembering what she had been taught and as he ran his fingers up and down her body, caressing and stroking her arms, breasts and thighs, he lost himself. One moment he was a sensible, control-freak style dominant and in the next he was a rutting beast. He needed to pull himself back and rein it in, or this session would not end as planned.

Pulling out of Jennifer Redcliff’s body was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Considering how long it had taken him to immerse himself inside it, it was hardly surprising. Breathing hard, he withdrew his aching cock, and it was clear she felt the same way for her body tried desperately hard to hold on to him. “They’ve taught you well, I see,” he said with a sardonic smile, as he finally gathered his breath back.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“I’m that good, huh?”

Hot Damn, if that doesn't get you going. Find your copy here.

How about some prizes you ask? Why sure: 

Still want more, you say? Well, your in for a real treat. I just found out that 'Named and Shamed' is FREE right now. Yup, I just said the F-word! Available in E-pub, Mobi, and PDF.
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Just in case your curious here's a little bit about Christina Mandara:

Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life traveling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

If anyone would like more information, I can be stalked here:

 As always, thank you all for visiting. Now off with you, I say! You have reading to do.