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Hiding in Plain Sight, by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #sexy #spy #thriller #romance #suspense

Hiding in Plain Sight, by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #sexy #spy #thriller #romance #suspense

Something a little different on the blog today. Erotic romance? Yes, on my blog that’s a given! But Hiding in Plain Sight, a brand-new erotic release from award-winning author Lucy Felthouse, also delivers a sexy and suspenseful spy thriller.


Mallory Scott is an espionage operative, on the tail of a group of Brits who are raking in serious money in the diamond-scamming business. She follows them to Amsterdam, and has soon seduced the youngest of the gang, Baxter Collinson. What she’s not expecting, however, is the genuine attraction she feels for him.

Can she ignore her heart for the sake of her career?

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Mallory Scott spotted the people she was looking for as soon as she walked into the hotel bar. Hell, she hadn’t even needed to search; they were being so loud and obnoxious they were practically screaming for attention.

Stupid, in Mallory’s opinion. If you were running an international diamond scam, surely you’d want to keep a low profile? But no, apparently these guys didn’t give a shit. Not only were they screaming for attention—and getting it, she noticed, as other patrons of the bar shot them the occasional glare—they were also projecting the fact that they were filthy rich. They were supping on the most expensive champagne money could buy and demanding oysters and caviar be brought in. The overwhelming arrogance made her blood boil, but she consoled herself with the fact that by the time she was done with them, they’d be taken down by more than a peg or two—they’d be at rock bottom.

Heading for a table in a position where she could watch them, but remain partially hidden behind a pillar, she shook her head. She could hardly believe they’d kept their multi-million-pound enterprise going for so long. If they ran their operation as sloppily as their current behaviour indicated they might, it was a miracle indeed.

Not that it mattered. They could be running the tightest ship ever known to man, and she would still find a way to take them down. It was what she did. For years now, she’d been successfully infiltrating illegal operations of varying kinds, then gradually dismantling them from the inside. Before the criminals realised what was happening, it was too late—their wrists were practically in the handcuffs, their arses on their way to jail.

This project was different from the ones she usually handled. Her past takedowns included terrorist plots, kidnappings, drugs, people-trafficking… that kind of thing. She’d been involved because sending in police or military personnel wouldn’t work. Not in those particular circumstances. To be truly effective, Mallory needed to infiltrate the organisations at the top, gain their trust—or at least enough trust to allow her to snoop—and acquire evidence of their involvement to ensure their convictions. Otherwise, rushing in and stopping the terrorists, saving people and so on, important as that was, would only affect a tiny part of the organisation. It was vital to dismantle the whole thing, from the big bosses and the money men, right down to the minions doing the leg work.

An added bonus to this approach was that the victims of these organisations, as well as being saved, would know that justice had been served to those that hurt them, and the knowledge that they’d never get the opportunity to do it again. It was dangerous but fulfilling work, and Mallory couldn’t imagine doing anything else. She loved the adrenaline rush, the challenge.

And the challenge element was precisely why this job was different. In as much as it wasn’t supposed to be particularly challenging. Intel gathered over the past year had pinpointed the what, the who—though they couldn’t yet put faces to names—the where and the how, and that had been done covertly, without the need for an undercover operative. All that remained in this case was to find out the when, so they could be caught in the act. It should have been simple, really. But the group was careful, exceedingly so. One of their number was a hacker, meaning that trying to access their emails, internet search histories and voicemails, or tap their phones without being detected was almost impossible. They were smart.

Which meant the only option remaining was the old-fashioned approach.

A honey trap. It was Mallory’s mission to attract the attention of one of the men in the group—hell, even one of the women if any of them swung that way—and slowly, slowly cultivate and exploit their relationship in order to get the information she needed. Then boom, another international criminal enterprise would bite the dust.

Which brought Mallory to her current position, dressed up in ludicrously expensive designer gear and half-hiding behind a pillar in the bar of Amsterdam’s most exclusive hotel. Someone less experienced than Mallory might have found the idea of staying out of sight ridiculous. The aim was to get the attention of one of the gang members, after all. But Mallory was at the top of her game, the very best of the best, and she knew damn well that putting in a little groundwork early on would pay off in spades. Before she did anything, before she so much as batted an eyelash in the direction of the gang, she needed to identify her target. It was pointless trying to eye-fuck with a bloke from across the room, only to discover he preferred men, or was happily married and the faithful type. That would attract the wrong kind of attention. When she did get noticed by the group, she wanted it to be for the right reasons, and on her terms. If they caught even so much as a whiff of her deception, it would be game over.

So she would watch, and wait. Then as soon as she decided which one of the group was going to be her new boyfriend, she’d move in for the kill. Figuratively speaking, of course. Killing wasn’t her job. She was capable of it, and over the course of her career had ended more than one life in self-defence, or in order to protect others, but she was no cold-blooded murderer.

She was something much more dangerous; something that no one ever saw coming.

Author Bio

Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook:


Guest author Tamsin Baker – new Gargoyle Shifter series @EvernightPub

Guest author Tamsin Baker – new Gargoyle Shifter series @EvernightPub

I always love having Tamsin Baker as a blog guest – she writes such varied stories that it is a pleasure to find out each time what she has in store for readers! Tamsin’s brand-new series from Evernight Publishing looks and sounds awesome! HER KNIGHT IN SHINING STONE, Book 1 in THE GARGOYLES OF NEW YORK series, releases this weekend.


As a Gargoyle shifter of New York City, Roman and his four brothers sit on top of the city library all day in their stone form, watching and waiting. On sun down they come alive and that is when Roman feels the tug towards his Beloved—the woman who he will be united to.

Christiana is a waitress in a dead end life. One night a man with silver eyes and the most incredible aura, walks into her restaurant and changes her life. She is thrown into a world with paranormal creatures she doesn’t understand, and a bond that is impossible to break.

When the rogues come to destroy Roman and his brothers while defenseless and sleeping, will Christiana reach inside herself to protect the man she’s come to love?

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Guest author Savannah Blaize- debut release FROM PARIS TO FOREVER #Romance #eBook

Guest author Savannah Blaize- debut release FROM PARIS TO FOREVER #Romance #eBook

One of the perks of being an author is that, on occasion, you get an advance sneak peek at the work of talented writing buddies. Today I’m delighted to showcase FROM PARIS TO FOREVER, the debut novel from my friend and fellow Melbourne Romance Writers Guild member, Savannah Blaize. This sexy and heartwarming romance is on pre-order at Amazon, for release April 14.

When Real Estate owner Todd Baker appears unannounced at Chloe Armstrong’s front door offering to buy her home, she is unimpressed by his offer, his good looks or his expensive suit. Not to mention his killer smile.

Chloe has spent years as a dancer at the Lido in Paris. Until a career ending fall sent her back home to be with her dying father. An independent woman, who has found a new purpose restoring her home, she has no time for a controlling man in her life.

Reluctant to let this golden opportunity pass to own a prime piece of beachside property, Todd wears down Chloe’s defences enough to allow a friendship to develop. He is surprised to find he is enjoying her company. He is falling for the ex-dancer, but is totally in denial.

When Patrick, Todd’s laid-back, charismatic and handsome younger brother appears, sparks fly between Patrick and Chloe.

Can Todd persuade Chloe to see him as he really is underneath the expensive façade?

Will Chloe learn to trust someone with her heart, when she has been so badly let down before?


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Guest author Khloe Wren – new release Fierce Guardian #PNR #Shifters

Guest author Khloe Wren – new release Fierce Guardian #PNR #Shifters

fierceguardian-customdesign-jayaheer2015-3drenderI’m delighted to welcome Khloe Wren to my blog today with details of her brand new release, Fierce Guardian. This paranormal romance will appeal especially to those of you (like me!) who love shifter romance.

He’s found his true mate at last—but she’s caught in a deadly trap.

Australian Xander Moore is one of a secret cadre of humans who can shift into the form of a snow leopard. His predator side is gorgeous and deadly. He’s also lonely. Somewhere out there is his true mate … if he can find her before the Triggers destroy them all.

To the team he leads in search of the brutal Triggers, Xander is known for his calm strength in the midst of danger. But when he glimpses the mate he’s dreamt of for years, he’s torn between the mission and his instinctive drive to protect and claim. Xander loses focus, leading to dire consequences.

British visitor Rachel Bell is caught in a trap. Her boyfriend’s offer of a job to extend her visa has turned into forced servitude in his bar. The night he beats her and locks her in their apartment, she’s desperate enough to get help the only way she can—by starting a fire.

When her abuser attacks her brave rescuers, Rachel discovers she herself may be a deadly weapon. Is she brave enough to unleash her shocking new abilities and save them all?


Kit grabbed a five dollar note and headed for the change machine near the door. As she waited for her money to be converted to coins she casually glanced outside, spotting the ute half a block down. He wouldn’t be able to see much from where he was, but was probably set to follow Rachel when she left. Kit returned to where Rachel was shoving clothes into a machine with more force than necessary.

“Sorry, Rach. I didn’t mean to jump you as you came in. You’re a little later than normal and I was getting concerned, then I saw your bruised throat. You’re my friend and I’m worried about you.”

Rachel stopped what she was doing and turned to face Kit with a shocked expression.

“You consider me a friend? All we ever do is wash our clothes together once a week.”

Kit held her gaze. “And we chat. For a couple hours once a week we talk. That’s more time than most friends spend together each week. Was it Rocco that left the bruises? What the hell did he do to you?”

With a shake of her head, Rachel rolled her lips in as her eyes moistened. She twisted to return to what she’d been doing when Kit couldn’t hold herself back. Kit reached out and gently gripped her shoulder.

“I can help you, Rachel. If you want to get away from him.”

Rachel’s shoulders rose and fell before she faced Kit again, completely stone-faced.

“It’s nothing, Kit. I bruise easily, but thankfully they never last long. This will be completely gone by nightfall. Don’t worry yourself over it, okay?”

Realizing she wasn’t going to get Rachel to admit to anything, Kit let her hand fall away from her shoulder.

“Okay, I’ll leave you alone for now. But promise me that if you ever do need help, you’ll ring me. You can trust me, Rachel.”

“Sure, Kit. I’ll call you… if you give me your number.”

Kit chuckled as she took Rachel’s phone from her. “Well, yeah. A phone number would certainly help things along wouldn’t it?”

She tapped her details in and saved it to her phone book, then sent herself a message so she had Rachel’s.

“Right, and I have yours. Now we can ring during the week and chat whenever the mood strikes us. Maybe even go out for a coffee or something. Jessie calls us the laundry ladies. He thinks I don’t know, but I heard him talking to the others.”

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Guest post by K D Grace – Going Pear-Shaped #Erotic #Romance

Guest post by K D Grace – Going Pear-Shaped #Erotic #Romance

the-tutor-kd-grace_promosquare_outnow_finalGiveaway: To celebrate the release of The Tutor, K D Grace is giving away a $30/£20 Amazon gift voucher. Scroll down to enter via Rafflecopter for your chance to win!

Without further ado, it’s over to K D…

Thanks so much for helping me celebrate the release of The Tutor, Jennifer. It’s a pleasure to be your guest today and chat with your lovely readers. Today I’m very happy to be talking about pears.

That’s right, pears, as in the canned kind – the ones in heavy syrup. Fresh fruit, they ain’t, but slippery and sticky and sweet, they are. Honestly, I can’t imagine any writer of erotic romance not being inspired by slippery, sticky and sweet. Add to that the shape of a pear half, and I’m sure you see where I’m heading.

But why pears, you may ask? Whose hat did I pull that one out of? The answer to that would be Kay Jaybee’s hat. Well, she pulled it out for me, actually. And here’s how it happened. It all started at a workshop Kay was teaching at Smut Manchester last October. I still remember the smug little smile on Ms. Jaybee’s face when she handed me a writing prompt on slip of paper. Yup! You guessed it. My prompt was a can of pears in heavy syrup, which my character was to pick up in a grocery store just before being called to the storeroom of said store over the loudspeaker for some unknown reason. I have to be honest, I lucked out. Poor Ashley Lister ended up with a packet of cheese slices. Not sure where I’d have taken that little jewel. Let’s face it, pears are just sexier and a lot more inspiring than cheese – no matter how tasty.

From pears in heavy syrup to an outrageously sexy haphephobic sculptor and the woman he longs to touch but can’t – it might seem like quite a stretch, but inspiration is like that, isn’t it? Several years ago I wrote a short story about a haphephobic sculptor and a woman who stumbles onto his erotic sculpture garden. Somehow the story felt like it wasn’t enough, like there was a lot more to be told. Who could have imagined that it would take a tin of pears to bring the sculptor and a struggling writer, together in a way that involves not only pears, but rude sculptures, food fights, an artist’s touch, a writer’s eloquence and a journey of trust. God, it was fun to write!

And the inspiration proved spot-on. More than any other novel I’ve ever written, The Tutor feels like a community effort, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Smut Manchester, and Kay Jaybee’s workshop were in the middle of October. I wrote the entire draft of The Tutor during the following month of November, which was National Novel Writing Month. Through December and January I finished the final draft and sold it to the wonderful folks at Totally Bound. And here we are a year later having come full circle with a celebration of The Tutor’s release beginning with a launch party at Smut Manchester 2016 and followed swiftly by a tour of some amazing blogs. Who’d have imagined the chain of events set in motion by a simple can of pears?

thetutor_800When physical touch is impossible, intimacy may become a powerful work of art or a devastating nightmare—but, above all, it’s an act of trust.

Struggling writer, Kelly Blake has a secret life as a sex tutor. Celebrated sculptor and recluse, Alexander ‘Lex’ Valentine, can’t stand to be touched. When he seeks out Kelly’s advice incognito, the results are too hot to handle. When Kelly terminates their sessions due to what she considers her unprofessional behavior, Lex takes a huge risk, revealing his identity to her at a gala exhibition, his first ever public appearance. When Kelly helps the severely haphephobic Lex escape the grope of reporters and paparazzi, rumors fly that the two are engaged, rumors encouraged by well-meaning friends and colleagues.

The press feeding frenzy forces Kelly into hiding at Lex’s mansion where he convinces her to be his private tutor just until the press loses interest, and she can go back home. They discover quickly that touch is not essential for sizzling, pulse-pounding intimacy. But intimacy must survive the secrets uncovered as their sessions become more and more personal.

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The Tutor Excerpt – Lessons in Pears (18+ only!)

“Was this your idea or Dillon’s? Kelly asked, hoping to relax him.

“It was mine, after Andy told Dillon and he told me. I thought it was something that I …” The muscles along Lex’s jaw looked as though they were made out of iron, and a fine blush crawled up his neck tinting his ears bright pink. “I’ve never touched a woman … in that way.” He forced a laugh. “Obviously. I’ve …” the blush deepened and he avoided her gaze. “I’ve put lube on some of the sculptures – you know — down there, but I … well it isn’t the same.”

“The pears won’t be either,” she said, her heart suddenly aching at the physical isolation this man endured on a daily basis, and it wasn’t just her heart that ached, she felt his lack deep in her core. It had been easier with Andy. She had been almost flippant with him. She was sorry for that now. She spread one of the towels on the Queen Anne chair across from him and settled herself onto it so they were facing each other. “The texture will be different and with the pear there’ll be less give.” She dipped her fingers in the bowl and rubbed the heavy juice between her index finger and her thumb. “If you touch a woman, she’ll be much warmer.” She gave him a conspiratorial smile. “You’ll be amazed at how warm and how soft she’ll be down there when she’s ready to be touched. With Andy, this,” she nodded down to the pears, “was improvisation, this was the best I could do under the circumstances, but a woman, well a woman feels like nothing you’ve ever touched before.”

He was no longer avoiding her gaze. His eyes were locked on her, and he was struggling to keep them on her face, she knew that; she understood the urge for him to drop his eyes to the place of which she spoke, the place with which she was so intimate, the place that couldn’t help but respond to the topic, to the situation, to the strange intimacy they had shared almost since the moment they’d met. “You can look, if you want,” she opened her legs so that he could see the place in between clothed in black denim, completely disguised and yet so very obvious. “And I’ll look at you too,” she nodded down to his own jeans straining to contain him already. “It’s what men and woman are naturally inclined to do when there’s a sexual attraction.”

With her heart hammering in her throat, she took one of the pear halves into the cupped palm of her left hand, then she brought it down between her spread thighs, feeling the juice of it run over her fingers and drip onto the towel as she spread her legs a little farther and held her pam to mimic the position of her vulva. “Touch it like a woman would touch it, and you’ll always get it right.” She drug her index and middle finger up from the bottom of the pear to the center and felt her own body respond in empathy. “The pear has no folds, no secret valleys, no swollen flesh to be teased open, so you’ll have to use your imagination with that.”

Lex gave a little moan soft and deep in his chest as he shifted to make himself more comfortable. “I know the anatomy,” he said. “I’ve watched porn and I’ve studied drawings. I know how it looks like it might feel. I know the response it elicits.” His tongue flicked nervously over his upper lip. “Of course that’s just acting, isn’t it?”

“Porn is about fantasy, about voyeurism, and it doesn’t matter if it’s real if it gets you off. But when it is real,” she spread her index and middle finger up the sides of the pear’s central opening, “if you’re good, if your sensitive, you’ll feel the spasms of your lover’s orgasm, even see them if you’re using your tongue; and you can feel them gripping at your cock when your inside her. If you’re paying attention.

“The clitoris,” she laughed softly, “Well with Andy I used a Ticktack, but he’s a chemistry major. He likes charts and graphs and periodic tables. You’re an artist, you live in your imagination, so you don’t need a Ticktack. Some women like the thumb stroking and circling while the other fingers work inside. Some women like to use their fingers.” She demonstrated on the pear, and Lex groaned. “It’s always best to ask and be sure.”

“What do you like?” His words were a labored rasp against the back of his throat, and Kelly found herself stunned by the question, and way more aroused than she wanted to be. He shouldn’t have asked. She should have answered. But she did.

“I like it this way.” She shifted her hips and opened a little further so he could see her thrust and scissor, circle and probe technique, and her body responded with the tight grip and release of muscle memory.

“Jesus,” he whispered moving forward on the sofa and leaning closer for a better look. “And when someone uses their tongue?”

She caught her breath in a giddy laugh. “Afraid I can’t tell you what I do since, sadly I’m not that flexible.”

“But you can tell me what you like.” His voice had gone rough.

“I like the flat of the tongue to part me and then probe me, circle my clit and then kiss and suck.” She closed her eyes, finding it difficult to meet his gaze when she spoke about something so intimate, so secret. Come to think of it, she’d never had a man actually ask her how she liked it. The few who had given a rat’s ass about her pleasure had been happy enough to let her order them about, but never quite got the hang of it.

It was the loud schussing sound that caused her to open her eyes. Lex had moved the coffee table out of the way paying no attention to the slosh of pear juice all over the towel V had spread. His eyes were locked on Kelly as he fished out his own pear half and fell to his knees in front of her. When she realized what the man was about to do she dropped the pear she’d been holding with a little gasp of surprise and scooted as far back in the chair as she could. He knelt low, holding the pear in the cup of his hand, as she had, placing it against the edge of the chair between her legs! She gave a little yelp and scrambled back in the chair still further, spreading her thighs over the rise of the chair arms to keep from touching him. He moved forward, the back of his hand so close to her crotch that she could feel the heat of it, and he lowered himself still further until his hair nearly brushed the insides of her thighs. Then, still looking up at her from his position on the floor, he began at the bottom of the open pear half and ran his tongue flat and undulating all the way up, flicking in just slightly in a little circle at the top end before he closed his lips around the apex and she could hear the slurp and suck of the sweet syrup.

“Oh! Lex! Ah!” And then she went non-verbal, holding her breath, tightening muscles deep inside her body, the only muscles she dared to move if she were to keep from touching him. She raised both arms and fisted her hands in a suicide grip around the back of the chair to keep from curling them in his hair. Her thighs trembled from her efforts to keep her legs on the chair arms and not throw them over his shoulders for leverage. She didn’t move. She didn’t breath as he licked and nuzzled and suckled until pear juice ran down his chin and onto his tee-shirt, until his face was damp and sticky, until his forehead was sheened with perspiration, and still he held her gaze as though they were locked together in each other’s orbit neither able to move without the other’s consent.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come.” She barely managed a warning when his own convulsion brought him dangerously near her body. He had stopped breathing, she was sure of it. She practically climbed the back of the chair to keep from touching him as he lost control. Then with a tremendous gasp of oxygen, he straightened, let the pear fall from his hand onto the Aubusson carpet and looked up at her.

“I’m going to pass out.” And he did.

About K D Grace/Grace Marshall

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.

KD has erotica published with Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats Press and others.

K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the Contract, To Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available.

K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition, Interviewing Wade are all available.

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Tamsin Baker’s latest release ONE NIGHT IN A DUNGEON (M/M, BDSM)

Tamsin Baker’s latest release ONE NIGHT IN A DUNGEON (M/M, BDSM)


Are you ready to step into the dungeons and minds of three edge-playing Doms? Luminosity Publishing brings you the much anticipated, One Night in a Dungeon anthology. A collection of red-hot M/M, M/M/M and BDSM stories written especially for you by three international bestselling authors, H.C. Brown, Tamsin Baker, and Dylan McEwan.

Master Luke by H.C. Brown

After so many subs, the men’s names have faded into sated memories of lust, with one exception, Master Luke’s vanilla virgin, Brian, and the one night in his dungeon, he will never forget.

Master Luke is always looking for a well-lubricated willing ass, and unmarked flesh to flog. He loves men, all men, the twinks, the bears, young, old, innocent or man-whores makes no difference once they are tied to his bench and under his flogger. After so many subs, the men’s names he enjoyed have all faded into sated memories of lust, with one exception, his vanilla virgin, Brian, and the one night in his dungeon, he will never forget.

Master Tony by Tamsin Baker

Master Tony is ready to fulfill Nathan’s wicked fantasies, and if his sub can go the distance, he might decide to keep him.

Nathan needs a Dom and a good, long night more than anything. He enters Club Extreme with hopes of meeting Big D Dom—a Dom he’s met online. What he doesn’t expect is for Master Tony to fulfill every fantasy Nathan has ever had, and he invites him back for another night!

Master Tony wants a sub to serve him, to love and whip. Nathan makes all the right noises online, and when they meet in real life, the chemistry is incredible. But he has a decision to make, his sub lives in another state. So what’s a big Dom meant to do when his perfect boy lives so far away?

Ranulf by Dylan McEwan

With his Viking physique, Nordic godlike features, and insatiable sexual appetite, Ranulf is the supreme Alpha male, a Dom’s Dom—and his underground dungeon is by no means his darkest secret.

Submissive Ryan is head-over-heels in love with the handsome, dominant Brandon Lewis. Ryan doesn’t care that the man can’t commit to monogamy but enjoys an endless string of casual hook-ups and one-night-stands. On the contrary, the masochist revels in being humiliated by Brandon’s boasting of his many conquests. But while the man is so totally open about his casual promiscuity, he is very secretive about the rest of his life, and Ryan knows nothing about his background.

Who is the mysterious Ranulf and what is his relationship with Brandon?

Does his Dom have a Dom of his own?

When promised ‘one helluva night’ and taken to a mysterious underground dungeon, he has no idea that submitting to the Thor-like Nordic Master Ranulf is going to change his life forever, in the most incredulous fantastical way.

A sexually charged, explicit BDSM romance.


Here’s an ADULTS-ONLY excerpt from Tamsin Baker’s story, Master Tony:

The first crack of the whip felt almost soothing. The leather wrapped itself around my belly then flicked back. I grabbed onto the chains and let my head drop.

Over and over the sting of the whip made me cry out, and I loved the burn. My cock was back to half mast, and I let the pain drop me down, down, and further down. I was one with the moment, swaying my hips to the music in my head.

Master Tony flicked the whip in a particularly quick arch, and I’d cried out “yellow” before I made the conscious choice to end the session. He stopped instantly, moving close to press his now naked chest to my burning back.

“Good boy, pretty boy, brave boy.” Master Tony crooned to me and stroked my hair, while the burn in my back turned to something pleasing.

He untied me from the chains, and I cried out at the pain my sore limbs protested. Master Tony rubbed my aching arms as I fell back onto him. He wrapped his arms around me. My eyes were still closed.

“Lie on your tummy, baby boy, and I’ll get the cream.”

I moved forward, but Daddy helped me lie on my belly, my stiff prick hard under me. I didn’t know if he meant lube or cream for my back but at that moment I didn’t care.

Cool fingers rubbed into my back, and I moaned, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Daddy” almost seemed an appropriate term for Master Tony as he cared for me. He massaged the cream into my back in a soothing rhythm, moving down my spine until he found my still-burning ass. I lifted myself up wantonly, and he chuckled.

“On your knees.”

I moved to my knees, lethargy pushed to the back of my mind as my body began to throb with awareness.

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Tamsin Baker

Tamsin Baker loves everything erotic. Her books can be long, short and everything in between, but they’ll all be fast-paced with snappy dialogue and lots of sex. No Tamsin Baker book is the same, except there won’t be a lot of angst, as she wants her books to be everything that a fictional world can be—full of happily ever afters, dirty words, and sweet love.

“Love is love” and she tries to show that in a range of sub-genres, from M/M contemporary to paranormal ménage. She has a need to shock people and bring up embarrassing topics at the most inappropriate times. Connect with Tamsin:




H.C. Brown

H.C. Brown is a multi-published, bestselling, award-winning author of Historical, Paranormal, Sci-Fi, Fantasy, BDSM, Time Travel, Action Adventure, Suspense, and Contemporary Romance.

In 2016, she was delighted to be named Luminosity Publishing’s Bestselling Author of 2015. In 2015, she was delighted to be named Luminosity Publishing’s Bestselling Author of 2014.

In 2015, Highlander in the Mist was placed 3rd in Historical and Rock ‘n’ Leather was placed 3rd GLBT in the Easychair Bookshop Competition. In 2015, Highlander in The Mist was nominated in The Romance Reviews 2015 Readers’ Awards.

In 2011, she was delighted to receive nominations in three categories in the 2011 CAPA Awards: Favorite Author, Best GLBT Romance, and Best Science Fiction Romance.

She was nominated for Best Historical M/M in the 2013, Goodreads Book of Year Awards.

H.C writes about strong alpha male heroes and girl next door heroines in complex settings, and all her stories have happy endings. H.C. welcomes feedback from her readers.





Dylan McEwan

Dylan asked for a typewriter for his seventh birthday and has been writing ever since. He had his first short story published in a children’s comic when he was 12 when his main inspiration was Enid Blyton!

Dylan has played with lions, lived in an Iron Age round-hut, slept in a 5000-year-old rock tomb and kayaked white water rapids but now lives a quiet family life in the north of England with his daughter and two sons. He enjoys hiking, camping, ancient history, archaeology, reading, writing poetry, vegan cookery, ancient crafts, LARP costume making, pagan/spiritual activities, and his guilty pleasure is watching yaoi anime.

Dylan writes fantasy, sci-fi, fairy-tale, historical, BDSM, and contemporary gay romance stories and novellas, most with happy endings or at least happy-for-now endings.




Interview with debut romance author @DoraBramden

Interview with debut romance author @DoraBramden

A Dance With The Laird CoverToday I’m delighted to catch up with Dora Bramden to discuss her brand-new indie release, A Dance with the Laird. This sexy contemporary romance – featuring a hot Scottish laird, no less! – won the prestigious Romance Writers of Australia Emerald Award in 2013, and it’s out now at Amazon.

Welcome Dora! Can you share a little about your journey to publication? When did you decide you wanted to be a writer?

I bought a computer when I was home with babies and began writing a romance novel. It wasn’t until they were finishing school that I went back to study a professional writing course. I then joined Romance Writers of Australia (RWA) and Melbourne Romance Writers Guild (MRWG) and kept working on my craft. I actually finished a book and began another one. I remember how great it felt to be able to say I’ve written a book.

Tell us about the Romance Writers of Australia Emerald competition and what it meant to win this prestigious award.

A Dance with the Laird was the second book I finished. I put it into the Emerald award without expectation and was thrilled beyond belief when it won. It gave me a huge confidence boost and took me from thinking of myself as a romance writer hobbyist to viewing myself as an author.

Why did you decide to go indie/self-publish A Dance with the Laird?

I’d tried to find a home for it with the bigger, short, sexy, publishers, but it didn’t quite fit anywhere. Then I became really ill and nearly died. I had a change of heart about it all. I decided to back myself and put the novel, so close to my heart, out there for others to enjoy. Why wait when life can be short?

Tell us more about your new release.

A Dance with the Laird began as a germ of an idea sparked while travelling in the UK. I got lost while driving to Jane Austen’s house and a kind man in a village pub led me back to the freeway. Being a writer I started to think about wouldn’t it have been wonderful if…

Although I wrote Natalie and Angus’s story before I became ill, I have since been on a similar journey to finding love. Natalie is overcoming a major trauma in her life, and Angus is questioning who he is and what he can expect from life. In coming together they challenge each other to reach for what they truly want and in doing so become true to who they really are.

What’s next on the writing horizon for you?

The next book in the Baxter sister series will be my next release. Natalie’s ballerina sister, Katrina Baxter, has been secretly married to an Italian racing car driver. The title of the book is The Rinaldo Heir so that gives you a clue. 🙂

How do you balance writing with other aspects of your life?

I like to write during ‘9 to 5’ office hours on the days I’m at home. That way I can enjoy being with my partner after work. But if he falls asleep on the couch watching TV, I’ll sneak off to the office and put down a few more words.

What’s your favorite time management tip?

I’m not great at time management. Give me a deadline, and I’m able to push everything aside and get it done. I have to plan to write and decide how much before I begin. When I want to push my chair back and go eat a snack because I’m stuck, I check the word count so far and make myself stay until I reach it.

What do you like best about being a writer? What do you like the least?

I love the time spent in my created world with people I’ve made up. I love hanging out with other authors and talking about writing. I really find proofreading the hardest thing. The desire to be creative makes me wants to change everything and rewrite, but at this point I’m not making it better, just different so I have to resist.

If you had one piece of advice for aspiring authors, what would it be?

Professional development is the key to writing. We are all so creative and have brilliant ideas, but getting them out of your head and onto paper requires writing craft skills.

Blurb for A Dance with the Laird

Forbidden passion begins in a dance with the Laird. Australian event organizer, Natalie Baxter, is on assignment in the UK. She’s striving to build a new life after losing her husband and unborn child in a horrific car accident. Unable to conceive again she’s organizing fundraising events to help the world’s most vulnerable children. This is to be her future life’s work but her philanthropist client, Lord Angus McLaren, stirs her heart once more in a dance which undermines her new life plan.

Angus needs to keep his heart on ice. His last attempt at making a life with his brother’s widow ended in divorce. This time around he’ll marry for practical reasons and produce a blue blood heir for his family estate. The work of his Foundation for orphans in the third world must be secured for the future, but Natalie, the only woman he can think about spending his life with can’t give him a child of his own. Can he put aside a succession that goes back five hundred years, find a way to secure the future of his foundation, and have his heart’s desire?


The hotel room key card trembled in Natalie’s fingers as she tried unsuccessfully to place it in the slot. Angus stood close behind her. The heat of his body enveloped her. His desire for her pressed against her. His breath warmed her neck and shoulder sending shivers of anticipation down her back. Knowing the passion that would be unleashed once inside her room did nothing to calm her. She tried to insert the key card one more time but it slithered in her fingers and missed the slot again. Angus took the card and in one swift movement pushed it into the slot and retracted it. The green light lit and the buzzer sounded for them to enter.

As the door closed behind them, Angus dipped his head and captured her waiting mouth. Natalie’s pashmina slipped to the floor. Heaven descended and she pressed her body against his.

Now she could let every bit of pent-up need have its way. She wanted to become one with Angus. Hungrily he kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth and making her shiver all over with thrills of icy heat. She stood on her tip toes so they touched hip to hip. His hands gripped her bottom and pulled her in close. The bulge in his jeans pressed firmly against her.

Natalie’s fingers speared through his hair. No longer shaking, they explored new ground. She wanted him. She wanted him this one night. No one knew what tomorrow might bring. The last year had taught her that life could change in one devastating second. The ache in her heart had grown quiet. This one night she would fall heart and soul into Angus. She was alive: not cold and buried with the dead.

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Debut #book release – Cassandra O’Leary @AvonBooksUK #SexyRomance

Debut #book release – Cassandra O’Leary @AvonBooksUK #SexyRomance

GirlOnAPlane_cover_July2016Today I’m delighted to feature an interview with my friend and fellow Melbourne Romance Writer’s Guild (MRWG) member, Cassandra O’Leary, author of debut novel from Avon Maze, Girl on a Plane.

Welcome Cassandra! Tell us what you’ve written.

So far, I’ve written two complete novels and several partials (in the ‘ideas file’) and a few short stories. My first published work was a 9,000 word short story/novelette, Chocolate Truffle Kiss, in a romance anthology published by my awesome writing group, the Melbourne Romance Writers Guild. The anthology is titled Sweet and Spicy – a celebration of romance. It’s now available to purchase from Amazon as an e-book and in exciting news, it will soon be available as a print edition!

My debut novel has just taken off on 18 July! Girl on a Plane is a contemporary romance/romantic comedy that’s steamy, sexy and sassy, about an Irish flight attendant named Sinead, who meets a gruff and gorgeous Aussie CEO, Gabriel, in first class. Their Melbourne to London flight is diverted when a storm hits in mid-air, and they find themselves thrown together in a hotel in Singapore. What follows could be a one-night stand, or maybe something else entirely.

I received a publishing contract for Girl on a Plane after winning the global We Heart New Talent contest run by HarperCollins UK in 2015. That was a thrill! I’m hoping that HarperCollins UK will also be interested in my next novel, Dating Little Miss Perfect. That’s close to completion, so wish me luck…

Over the past couple of years, I’ve also been a finalist in the 2014 First Kiss contest run by Romance Writers of Australia and the 2015 Lone Star contest run by the Northwest Houston Romance Writers of America.

Where do your ideas come from?

When I started writing Girl on a Plane, I found inspiration in the places I’d travelled to personally, some of which are featured in the book: Melbourne (my home city), Singapore, London, Paris and Thailand. I also have a family member who is an ex flight attendant, and some of her stories stuck in my mind. I was interested in the idea of writing about someone whose home was the entire world, but nowhere, at the same time. If you are always in transit, it can be hard to form friendships and relationships.

I also love romantic comedy movies, and once I started writing, those influences flooded into my work. In Girl on a Plane, you might spot references to Love Actually, When Harry Met Sally and maybe more.

Give us an insight into your main character. What does she do that is so special?

My main character in Girl on a Plane, is Irish flight attendant, Sinead. She’s 26 years old and has been working for the (fictional) Mermaid Airlines for five years. At the start of the book, we meet Sinead on board a flight to London, going through the motions of a silly dance to the airline’s theme song. She’s getting tired of the routine and the constant travel, even though she plasters on a pretty smile.

I suppose what’s special about Sinead is that she’s quirky and funny, resilient and much tougher than her glamorous exterior might suggest. Without giving away any spoilers, she’s had family issues and an ex-boyfriend stalking her, and some of these issues come back to cause trouble during the course of the book. More of her background and the reasons for her hesitant reaction to the hero become evident, as the story progresses.

At first glance, if you met Sinead dressed in her flight attendant uniform with immaculate hair and makeup, you might assume she’s a light-weight, but she’s not. She’s got big plans for her life, and she’s able to handle herself, and the grumpy hero, Gabriel, too!

Steamy excerpt from Girl on a Plane:

She was so sexy. So confident and beautiful. Powerful.

Gabriel usually took charge with women, but letting Sinead call the shots had been mind-blowing so far. What they’d got up to in the early hours of the morning had been a gourmet appetizer, but it was time for the main course. Hopefully one of many dishes. A ten-course degustation menu to be tasted and savoured. Hours and hours of feasting.

She pulled him into the bathroom and flicked on the jets in the enormous shower.

“Wait a sec.” She slipped her hand out of his hold and rushed off towards the basin.

The way her butt and hips swayed from side to side was a thing of beauty.  If she didn’t act soon, he wouldn’t be able to control himself. She rustled around in her cosmetic bag and retrieved a foil packet, then waved it in the air in victory.

“Come here, you big dirty man.”

His lips stretched upwards. “You think I’m big and dirty?”

Her eyes were wide and innocent as she nodded. “Oh yes, very big. Very filthy.”

Gabriel swallowed when she bit her lip, her gaze roaming down his body. Shit. At this rate, the show would be over soon. He was so hard already it verged on painful. His groin tightened further and he clenched his hands into fists by his sides. He tried to control the tension inside him.

She swayed over to him. He had to touch her, if only her shoulder. Stroking her silky skin made his breath catch in his throat. Her little gasp was music.

She ripped open the little packet, reached out and slowly sheathed him. Now he groaned so loud, she laughed, light and tinkling.

His hand hovered over hers, then he grasped her fingers and stopped the stroking movement she’d begun. So close. He’d lose it if she kept it up. Without another word, he took hold of her hips and lifted her so those long, slim legs wrapped around his back.

“I want you inside me, Gabriel,” she whispered.

The blood pounded through his veins and his heartbeat resonated in his ears. He wanted her so much. But he teased her, kissing her mouth, stroking against her until she shivered. Then he pressed inside her. No more waiting. His breath leaked out, it felt so good. He almost gave in to the impulse to drive her hard and fast.

No, she’d have her pleasure. He wanted her to come apart in his arms.


A sexy, sassy, summer read. CLIMB ON BOARD . . .

When feisty Irish flight attendant Sinead Kennealy locks eyes with sexy Australian CEO Gabriel Anderson in First Class, sparks fly. But as they jet across the globe from Melbourne to London, it’s clear that they’re in for a turbulent journey . . .

Stressed-out Gabriel doesn’t do relationships. And Sinead isn’t about to be fooled by another bad boy after escaping her stalker ex. Then a storm hits, causing the plane to land unexpectedly, and Sinead and Gabriel are thrown together in Singapore.

The pressure rises as Sinead’s unhappy past threatens to catch up with her. But might Gabriel be the one to heal her heartbreak? If he could open up about his troubling secrets, maybe a relationship could actually get off the ground. Fasten your seatbelts – this WON’T be a smooth ride . . .

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