Friday, January 31, 2014

Come to the Dark Side: We have cookies (and floggers)

Convincing Rowena
Passion Peak, Colorado #6
by Tara Rose

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At some point, we've all been there.   We've read the erotica, even whispered about it with our friends.  And secretly, we've wished to try something, while blushing at our own desires.  

Throughout the Passion Peak series, we've watched from the sidelines, like Rowena, as the women have found incredible satisfaction at the hands of their Doms.  How much convincing would it take for you to step over the line?  

Rowena's foray into BDSM is our own.  She vicariously takes that step with us as she and Van surrender to the allure of a lifestyle led by their friends and cousins.  So sit back, turn on a reading light, and see what it takes to be seduced beyond your limits in Convincing Rowena.

Vance "Van" and Rowena Sommers Whitney are Passion Peak’s favorite vanilla couple. Up until now, that is. As they seek to add BDSM play to their marriage, Passion Peak is once again in the news when new treasure hunters descend on the town.

Rowena is still struggling with trust issues from a past relationship she thought was dead and buried but has resurfaced during her BDSM experimentation with Van. A road trip to visit her friend Eve’s family in Racy, Indiana, puts Rowena in touch with new friends who help her start to deal with the past and her trust issues.

At home in Passion Peak, Van is not happy to learn the home he shares with Rowena is once again a target for five seeking the secrets supposedly buried inside it. When Rowena returns home and is kidnapped by two of these men, Van races against time to save the only woman he has ever loved.

Note: MF Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, paddling, cropping, flogging, sex toys, HEA


Rowena yelped when the leather roses and their stems landed across both ass cheeks. Van waited a second or two, and then he threw it again. Alexa had been right. The sensation was a thudding one at first, but then the bite of the roses kicked in. It was easy to imagined that if a Dom timed the throws just right, neither sensation would have the chance to abate, so the pain would be continuous.
Van threw it five times then stopped. “What color are you?”
“Green, Sir.”
“All right.” He resumed, and Rowena closed her eyes and mentally let go. She slipped into a state where the pain became pleasure and the pleasure became pain. It was as if she were floating overhead, looking down on the scene. Every nerve ending was on fire. Each time the falls and roses at the ends struck her, she moaned or cried out, but her voice sounded dim as if she were in a wind tunnel.
Her pussy contracted in tiny spasms, and she brushed her nipples against the pillows under her chest because she ached to have them touched. She tried to push her clit against the back of the sofa but the angle was wrong. If Van touched it right now, she knew she’d come.
The pain was just beginning to break through the fog when he stopped. Her cuffs were off, and she was standing. Van held her, whispering how proud he was of her, and how fucking beautiful she was.
“I’m all right.”
He cupped her face. “I know. I know. You took a lot. But I stopped because your ass is really red right now.”
She giggled, and then couldn’t seem to stop. Every happy thought she’d ever had came bubbling up inside, and she wanted to scream, cry, run, and jump, all at the same time. Van pulled her close again and stroked her hair and back. When he brushed his fingers over her ass, she winced. “How many times did you flog me with that thing?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“Yes, I do.”
He looked into her eyes again. “Thirty.”
“Wow. I’m a pro now.”
Van began to laugh, and then Rowena did again as well. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, moving her close to the headboard. “Don’t move.” She watched him retrieve the wrist cuffs, and she put her arms overhead without him telling her to. He fastened the cuffs to the headboard, and then he retrieved the pillows from the sofa and placed then under her hips. She thought he was going to fuck her, but he lay between her legs and licked her pussy and asshole, teasing her clit with his tongue on each pass.
Rowena cried out and screamed as the craziest orgasm she’d ever had rocked her body with endless contractions. Even when it stopped, Van didn’t. He just kept sucking her and licking her until another began to build. Her mouth was dry, sweat pooled at her hairline and under her breasts, and her clit was sore, but she didn’t want it to end.
When he finally stopped, he moved to her breasts and teased her nipples with his teeth and tongue until she thought she’d go out of her mind with need. “Fuck me. Please.”
“No. You didn’t call me ‘Sir.’”
Rowena cried out in frustration. “Fuck me, Sir. Please, Sir. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard.”
Van glanced up at her, grinning. “That’s better.” He unfastened her wrist cuffs and turned her onto her stomach, keeping her hips draped over the pillows so that her ass was in the air, and then he secured the cuffs behind her back and clipped them together. She felt him move off the bed, but couldn’t turn her head around to see what he was doing. When he sat on it again, she heard a liquid sound.
“I thought we’d try some of that lube you bought. You did say it would make things tighter.”
“Oh God…”
“Was that a safeword?”
“No, Sir.”
A warm, wet finger slid slowly into her asshole, and Rowena moaned at the sensation of fullness. He moved it in and out for a few minutes, and then withdrew it and slipped in two fingers. With his other hand he cupped her pussy, and soon she was writhing against the pillows, craving release once again.
She felt his weight shift, and then he slid his dick into her pussy. He fucked her slowly at first, keeping one hand underneath and two fingers from his other hand inside her asshole, fucking that as well. She screamed and begged him to go faster, but he didn’t right away. When she didn’t think she could take anymore, he finally increased the speed.
“I’m going to fuck you all day.”
Rowena couldn’t even answer him. All she could do was give in and enjoy it. This was the most exquisite fucking they’d ever done. The lube was tingly inside her ass, but not unpleasant at all. Van’s cock felt huge, and each pass sent contractions to her clit and nipples. She couldn’t move anything except her head, but there was no fear this time. There was only extreme pleasure like she’d never felt, and an overwhelming desire to give over to it and let him take her, again and again.

 Passion Peak, Colorado series reading order

Welcome to PASSION PEAK, COLORADO, where cowboys and sexy Doms compete with the mountains as the best scenery in town.  But years ago, this sleepy mining town in the Rocky Mountains included bootleg liquor, organized crime, and stolen money that's rumored to be hidden behind walls, and in the abandoned mines outside of town...

  Read a blurb for each book on Tara's Passion Peak page
 Seducing Carma #1
Mastering Angela #2
Training Summer #3
Chasing Felicity #4
Persuading Eve #5
Convincing Rowena #6

About the Author: Tara Rose

   Tara Rose is the author of three popular MFM/BDSM series: Racy, Indiana; The Alpha Legend; and Passion Peak, Colorado.  She writes about small towns and what happens behind closed doors. Tara writes exclusively for Siren Bookstrand.  

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Thursday, January 30, 2014

Eternal Ever After: a Gothic Cinderella re-telling

Eternal Ever After 
Ever After Series Book 1

by A.C. James

a Steamy Paranormal Romance

from Wandering Impulse Press

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Why Do I Write BDSM Romance?
a guest blog by AC James

This was listed in the BDSM for Writers Conference Newsletter “Get to Know the Authors” weekly blog post. But for those of you who aren’t registered for the conference (although I can’t imagine why you’re not) or haven’t signed up for the newsletter or visited the website you missed my post that Dr. Charley Ferrer asked the authors presenting at the 2014 BDSM for Writers Conference to write to introduce ourselves.

I figured this was the perfect thing to share with Inner Goddess readers!

I’m thrilled to be presenting two workshops that teach erotica writers how to use cutting edge software to self-publish their own anthologies and e-books. It’s nice to be able to use my previous skills as a software beta tester to help take some of the mystery out of self-publishing. If you have an interest in pursuing the world of indie publishing, please stop by my workshops.

Most of you that read my blog already have a pretty good idea who I am and what I write. Still, I figure the best way to tell you about who I am as a writer is to answer the question I get asked so often: Why do I write BDSM romance? This question is usually followed by—and do you live the lifestyle? I’ve never been a kiss and tell kind of gal. So I’ll leave it up to you to use your imagination when answering that second question. ;)

Sexuality is different for each individual, for each couple. I’ve loved books from the time I was small child drinking coffee and eating doughnuts while my grandmother read me the Sunday paper. As a teenager my taste in books leaned toward horror, science fiction, and paranormal romance. My first experience with romance books came from stealing bodice rippers from Sherry Luv’s bookcase. She was my babysitter.

Yes, that really was her name.

Some of the earliest erotic literature I read included the Sleeping Beauty Trilogy written by Anne Rice, published under the pseudonym A. N. Roquelaure which incorporated explicit BDSM themes into its adult fairy tale re-telling. I became fascinated not only with fiction but reading sociological and anthropological examinations of the culture. After all, my father instilled in me a deep appreciation for history. I’ve always needed to know not just the how but the why. This probably explains what lead me to software testing.

The most recent BDSM literature that I fell in love with includes the Original Sinners series by Tiffany Reisz. Its story compelled me at first because of its controversy and being the bad Catholic that I am, I felt an immediate need to read her books. Not only did she not shy away from material that may be deemed by some as offensive but by golly that woman can write! The intricate plot, the powerful characters, and well-written prose made me an immediate fan girl. In fact, I devoured her third book which ended with more questions than answers—to be fulfilled in the fourth book—that I went to buy the next installment right away and discovered it had yet to be released. Not realizing how active she is on Twitter I said something akin to, “Goddamn you and your cliffhanger” and she responded with, “Yeah, I’m a cocksucker like that” and I damn near spewed coffee on my computer screen.

The combination of the paranormal books and the erotic BDSM fiction I grew to love has played a huge part in defining the preferred sub-genres that I write. The psychology, the exchange of power and the trust that defines BDSM is what I find infinitely fascinating and it’s what draws me to writing it. A strong dominate man that has earned the trust of a submissive and cherishes her for what it is—a gift. Or the flip side of the equation—the man who is in control by day but by night enjoys being topped in the bedroom by a dominate woman. The beauty and honesty in well-written M/M BDSM romance that I love to read but haven’t been brave enough to write until I can do it justice. Writing sex scenes and erotica comes with its own technical challenges but writing BDSM is tricky. There are a million and one ways to get it wrong. I’d like to think that most of the time I rise to the challenge and that it rings with authenticity. But since I’m the new kid on the block I’ll stick to what I know best and show you the technical ropes of self-publishing instead. Stop by Twitter and say hello.

If you haven’t already registered for the 2014 BDSM for Writers Con you need to do it… like now… no seriously… stop reading this blog post and register to get flogged at Paddles. And if you think it’s just for writers, think again. This is a conference for anyone who reads the BDSM Romance genre. Oh, yeah, and check out my new release Eternal Ever After! It tones it down to steamy paranormal romance. So it has less sex than you’d expect in erotic romance books. And since it’s paranormal it doesn’t necessarily fit with those expecting realistically defined BDSM lifestyle elements like you’d see in contemporary. Vampires don’t do aftercare or slow introductions.

Eternal Ever After book trailer

Book Description:

His past holds a secret…

Arie Cush has a secret that he thought he’d left behind. When his past follows him to Chicago he must protect someone that reminds him of all the painful memories he’s tried so hard to forget. But when every touch from her sets his heart and body on fire—he finds it hard to maintain his aloof fa├žade.

That becomes her nightmare.

Holly Ellis has secrets of her own. An encounter with the handsome stranger who frequents her coffee shop reveals a vampire with baggage. Even though it might be more than she bargained for, she can’t resist the one person who understands her. But her life is in danger and a supernatural threat could reveal the underground world of vampires to humankind in this Gothic Cinderella re-telling.

Inside Scoop: This story contains bondage, anal play, a M/F primary romance with mild F/F situations.

Warning: This book is fictitious. The bdsm portrayed in this story does not portray the lifestyle. Vampires will be vampires. They don’t exactly stop to discuss a scene, pain thresholds, and there is no aftercare involved. Trust is an intrinsic part of the lifestyle. Use due diligence and research before deciding to make fiction into reality.

Heat Level: This book is a steamy romance. It’s the development of a romantic relationship that contains more explicit language and sex. The sex is not an inherent part of the story, character growth, or relationship development, and if removed you still have an amazing plot.


 “If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink.”
–Holy Bible: King James Version

I never guessed that I could die with a sea of faces surrounding me, all cheering for my death. A woman wearing a jacket dress made of brocade only laughed louder when blood splattered the low square neckline. Where is Arie? I scanned the crowded club but all I could see were pale faces, some half covered by masks.

My time had come and I prayed she would finish me off quickly. The warm trickle of blood ran down my neck and chest, saturating the corset bustier of my gown. It seemed like a shame to ruin such a pretty dress. Strangely, I felt relieved the bodice was black and not a light color that would show a stain.

The fear of dying or more accurately, the fear of not existing, scared me stiff. Perhaps if I had satisfied this existential anxiety with faith I wouldn’t jump from panic to ambivalence. I should be angry at everyone who simply watched. They must think the gruesome display is part of the entertainment for tonight. After the bloody burlesque show I could hardly blame them.

Holly, I gave you the chance to leave. The telepathic transference hardly seemed relevant at this point. I knew if I’d never gone to the Hellfire Club, I wouldn’t be facing death now. Still, if my death meant the killings would stop it seemed justifiable.

“No!” I could barely hear Arie scream above the cheering voices clamoring for attention. The constant drone defies my effort to form coherent thoughts. I looked up and could see him on the balcony. When I blinked he had disappeared into the throng. I could feel the blood continue to trickle down my neck as she drained me. Dizziness threatened to pull me under. The audience applauded her brutality. I crumpled at her feet, looking up at her smile as thin as paper.

Blood. So much blood. My blood.

I didn’t want this to be the story of my death but this part is only a fragment of a narrative as old as time. Its voices fill the shadows with whispers of legend. We are told that the damned cease to exist and those absolved from sin are given eternal life. The damned can never be saved. They walk the earth in an eternal hell. I fear it will be my curse if death doesn’t claim me instead.

About the Author

A.C. James—author of erotic paranormal romance and erotica featuring bdsm. Author of Cursed Ever After, an anthology of four erotic paranormal short stories and prequel to the series. Its full length sequel, Eternal Ever After, tones it down to steamy romance. Wife, mother, and storyteller extraordinaire. She resides in northeast Pennsylvania drinking large vats of coffee while taming two toddlers by day and writing by night. Recovering video game beta tester and tech geek who grew-up going to cons and watching SmackDown. There's probably some cosplay pictures around somewhere of her dressed up as Bloodberry from Saber Marionette J. Just don't tell anyone.

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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

The Sweetest Seduction: Meet the Kelly brothers!

The Sweetest Seduction
The Kelly Brother, Book 1
by Crista McHugh

a Contemporary Romance

Book Description:

The first book in a new contemporary series from award-winning author Crista McHugh, that’s a sexy, modern twist on Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.

Lia Mantovani has created one of the hottest restaurants on Chicago’s Magnificent Mile, but all that could disappear if she loses her lease with Kelly Properties. Having had her dreams ripped away from her before, she’ll do everything in her power to keep her restaurant. Her fate hangs on the whims of the frustratingly handsome Adam Kelly.

Adam has spent years trying to convince world famous chef Amadeus Schlittler to open a restaurant in Chicago, but he wants the prime location held by Lia. Business has always come first… until sparks fly when Adam meets her. When things get hot outside the kitchen, though, they’re both in danger of getting burned.


 A gust of wind whipped across the lake, tearing through the thin fabric of her shirt and covering her skin with gooseflesh. Lia shivered and crossed her arms over her chest.

Adam stopped the engines. “Let me get you a blanket.” He returned from the galley moment later and draped a fleece throw around her shoulders. “I forgot how chilly the nights can be out on the water, even though it’s almost summer.”
She pulled the blanket tighter around her. “Thank you.”
He knelt in front of her and rubbed her arms, his motions getting slower with each pass. He grew still and stared at her. “You know, I still haven’t gotten what I wanted tonight.”
She braced herself for the grand overture that would involve a request for sex, but instead, Adam simply leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers in the softest of kisses. A wave of heat rushed through her, starting at her mouth and flowing to the tips of her fingers. She forgot about the cold during those few seconds.
“Now I’ve gotten what I wanted,” he said, his voice husky with restraint.
“And is that all you wanted?” The words slipped out before she knew what she was saying, but his kiss left her hungry for more. She wanted his lips against hers again, his arms around her, his body pressed against hers while he kissed her until she grew dizzy from holding her breath.
“I didn’t want to presume too much.”
“I appreciate that.” She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him toward her until their lips met again.
This time there was nothing sweet and hesitant about the kiss. She gladly opened her mouth to him when his tongue swept along the seam and clung to him as he took her to that head-spinning state she craved. The blanket slipped from her shoulders, followed by her button-down shirt, leaving her in the thin-strapped, cami-style tank top.
His hands chased away any of the cold that threatened her bare skin, caressing her arms, her shoulders. His lips followed, blazing a trail of heat along her neck and down her chest. One of the straps fell off her shoulder, followed by a tug along her neckline that allowed him access to her breast. He ran his thumb across the taut peak, teasing it for a second before taking it into his mouth.
A moan rose from her mouth as Adam alternated between using his teeth and his tongue on the sensitive bit of flesh. She slid out of her chair and straddled his lap, pressing her body against his. The hard ridge of his cock through his jeans both delighted and tormented her. She rocked against him, encouraging him to continue.
“Oh, God, Lia.” He grabbed her hips and held her still. His lips abandoned her breast and devoured her mouth once again until they were both left gasping for air. “You taste more delicious than I could’ve imagined.”
“Then don’t stop,” she urged before she lost her courage. Maybe she didn’t have time to date, but she wasn’t going to turn down what could possibly be the best sex in her life if the foreplay was any indication. 

About the Author:

 Crista McHugh is a multiple award-winning author of fantasy romance and paranormal romance with heroines who are smart, sexy, and anything but ordinary. She currently lives in the Audi-filled suburbs of Seattle with her husband and two children, maintaining her alter ego of mild-mannered physician by day while she continues to pursue writing on nights and weekends.

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