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Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Warrior Goddesses Charity Auction week, Meet the Authors #3


 
 
Warrior Goddesses Charity Auction
 
for Cancer Survivors rebuilding their lives
 
May 2-10, 2015
 
eBay, seller ID:
WarriorGoddesses
 
Proceeds: 100% of Proceeds go to PINK DOOR Non-Profit organization
 
Learn more here.
 
Meet more of our awesomely generous authors!
 
 
 





Warrior Goddess Marie Tuhart

Marie Tuhart can't remember a time when she didn't have a book in her hands. When she isn't reading or writing, Marie loves to spend time in bookstores. A world traveler, she enjoys searching out corners of the globe she hasn't experienced yet. While still totally open to finding her own tall, dark and handsome, she is certainly enjoying the journey.

Marie Tuhart's Amazon Author Page

 http://www.marietuhart.com


Marie Tuhart is donating "2 Digital copies for Kindle of the following books: In Plain Sight, His for the Weekend, More Than One Night, Red Club Temptation;  Bundle 1      Bundle 2

 4 Digital copies for Kindle of the following book: Quick Silver Ranch - Complete series (has Roped & Ready and Saddle Up)"  Bundle 1    Bundle 2    Bundle 3     Bundle   4































Warrior Goddess Angel Payne
 
Hi there. I'm Angel: book lover, writing addict, hopeless romantic, pop culture geek and avid shoe lover.

**I have a monthly newsletter now! Sign up for it right here: http://eepurl.com/LoNkz. It's a cool way to get exclusive info, talk hot heroes, learn about new items in the Angel Payne store, talk hot heroes, further the pie or cake debate...and oh yeah, did I mention talking hot heroes?


Angel Payne's Amazon Author Page
http://www.angelpayne.com/

Angel Payne is donating a Signed paperback of INTO HIS DARK (Cimarron Book 1)



 

Warrior Goddess Cecile Tellier
 
 
Cecile Tellier holds Masters degrees in Special Education as well as Criminal Justice: Law. She lives in upstate NY with her husband and two children and got her start in writing as early as high school having been published in poetry anthologies and freelance erotica. Cecile is part of a wonderfully supportive RWA critique group lovingly referred to as the Round Robbins. Cecile believes that everything in life that can be accomplished should and has endeavored to live up to this whether it was starting a flat track roller derby league or writing the next great romance novel.
 
 

Cecile Tellier donated an Ebook of Truthful Silence. 






Warrior Goddess Jess Buffett

Jess Buffett was born and raised in New South Wales, Australia. She is married to a wonderful and supportive husband and they live on the Central Coast with their two children. Jess is a hopeless romantic who loves stories about true love that sizzle with a happy ending. She is a huge fan of M/M and M/F romance--anything with hunky men in all their glory, whether they be Shifters, Vampires, Cowboys, or the boy next door. Jess believes in soul mates, happily ever afters, and in love at first sight, but that sometimes people need a second or a third for the brain to catch up.

Jess Buffett's Amazon Author Page
http://www.jessbuffett.com/

Jess Buffett is donating "1 x Signed Paperback of Always Been You; 1 x Signed Paperback of Cowboy's Chocolate Roses; 1 x Signed Paperback of Claiming Her Mate"











Warrior Goddess Skye Michaels

I have a small farm and vacation home in Ocala, Florida which is my favorite place in the world. There's nothing as wonderful as swinging in the hammock in the shade and listening to the music of the wind in the pines while cuddled under a quilt reading a good book. I set my first series, the Le Club Series, in Ocala's fabulous horse country. My second series, the Golden Dolphin Series, is a spinoff of that set aboard a luxury yacht that travels the world with occasional visits by some of the original characters.

Books have always been my escape into love and adventure, and through reading I have been able to be many people, do many things, and go to many wonderful places I wouldn't have otherwise been able to be, do or see.

I hope that all hard working women who have a moment to put up their tired feet and relax with a cup of coffee (or a glass of wine) enjoy getting to meet my fantasy friends and to experience something new and different with a touch of hot romance thrown in for good measure!


Skye Michaels' Author Page
Goodreads Author Page

Skye Michaels donated "1st Item: ARC copies of the four books of The Black Iris Series, Kaylin's Pursuit, Chloe's Rescue, Gabriella's Prosecution, and Nicolette's Defense by Skye Michaels "

2nd Item ARC copies of the first four books of The Wilton Park Grand Hotel series (M/m BDSM Contemporary, Sextreme) by Skye Michaels








Warrior Goddess Iyana Jenna

Reading, watching movies, and being unable to find exactly the thing she wanted to read have led Iyana to write her own stories, mostly about man-on-man romance that has fascinated her since as early as the Starsky and Hutch era. Teaching and writing English course books during the day, Iyana spends her nights mostly dreaming about love stories between two men who are protective toward each other.

Amazon Page
http://iyana-jenna.livejournal.com/

Iyana Jenna donated "EBook: How Long Will I Love You and EBook: The Recording Room "



 
 
Warrior God Andrew Jericho
 

I am a ManLove erotic romance author for Siren-BookStrand Publishing, LGBTQ rights activist, humanitarian, and freelance journalist/photographer. As a long supporter of LGBTQ rights, I am thrilled to be able to reflect this in the publication of my books which explore the lives of gay men in real situations of life and love.

My writing proves love and erotic attraction are the same regardless of gender and/or sexual orientation. Often, my characters select themselves, as I provide them with their literary voice. Once a story develops, I am compelled to see it through to completion. My characters make sure of that fact. Love and eroticism are two very important and powerful emotions, that drive not only my characters, but my style of writing as well. In their purest forms, I have seen those concepts transform my characters into better individuals.

Through my activism it is my desire to provide a voice for those fighting to maintain their humanity, civil liberties, civil rights, and human rights. We are all one.
 
 
 
 




Saturday, November 1, 2014

Melodie's Song hits top 5 on the charts



Melodie’s Song
 
The Black Dahlia Hotel, Three
 
By Skye Michaels 
 
an Erotic BDSM Romance
from Siren
 
 
 
This title is offered at a 10% discount. 
 Offer ends midnight CST, November 3rd
*Can be read as a stand-alone*
 
Blurb
Two years ago gallery owner, Melodie Buxton, was attacked and stabbed outside her art gallery in the Tribeca section of lower Manhattan.  When she awoke in the hospital with a knife wound on her face, she vaguely remembered the dark presence that held her barely conscious body and attempted to stop the bleeding.  After she left the hospital she was unable to find out his name. 
Dom Logan Hawk, lead singer and guitar in Dark Place, a rock band popular with the alternative lifestyle communities, had seen the attack.  He had stopped to help the beautiful young woman he’d noticed in the neighborhood but had not yet gotten up the nerve to approach.  As he put pressure on her wound and felt her pulse under his hands and her blood flow through his fingers, he knew that their souls had bonded. 
Two years after the attack, the angry red swirls running through the beautiful, tranquil pastel abstract painting in the window of Melodie’s gallery drew Logan.  The small signature at the bottom of the painting told him Melodie was the artist.  He wanted to walk into the gallery and talk to her but he hesitated.  He’d had glimpses of her through the gallery window since the attack and knew that she covered the side of her face where the scar would be.  One day on the urging of his band members he walked into the gallery to talk to her.  When she learned that he was her guardian angel she agreed to have lunch with him, and a relationship developed. 
The cloud on the horizon came in the form of Logan’s dangerous female fan and stalker, Karin Sanders.   Karin realized that Logan and Melodie’s romance endangered her delusions of a relationship with Logan, and she is determined to get rid of her rival in any way she can.  Karin attacks Melodie on the street outside Rockefeller Plaza at the Christmas tree lighting ceremony, and Logan and Melodie retreat to the new BDSM hotel in Florida owned by his friend, Jack Dalton Brown. 
Can Logan overcome Melodie’s need to hide her scar as well as the malevolent intentions of the stalker and compose a happy ever after? 
[Siren Everlasting Classic: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, flogging, whipping, kinbaku, sex toys, HEA]
 
 

 

Excerpts from Melodie's Song

 STORY EXCERPT
Melodie watched from behind the display panel near the front door. That guy was standing in front of the gallery window again. He stopped at the same time every morning to just look in the window and stare at the large abstract painting she had displayed there. It was her own work, and not for sale. The painting had helped her work through some of the anger she still felt every time she glanced in a mirror. She never really looked. The rest of her pain she kept as private as possible. The guy she had been seeing at the time of the knife attack had bailed when he saw the angry red scar on her face. He wasn’t up to the challenge, it seemed.
 
By putting the painting in the window of the gallery, she was displaying the only face she was willing to show the public. Someday it would end up on the wall over her mantel, but right now, it was where in needed to be. The puckered scar that ran from her right temple down to her jawline was better than it had been when she first came out of the hospital. Then, it had been horrible. Consequently, she looked in mirrors only when absolutely necessary. Two subsequent surgeries and time had made it smaller and lighter in color, and makeup helped as well. But she was still self-conscious and wore her hair longer on the right side in an asymmetrical cut that screened the scar from most eyes. Dr. Goldman said he wasn’t done with her yet, and was far from ready to give up.
 
The man standing on the sidewalk was tall and well-built. She hadn’t ever really seen what he looked like, because he usually had a hoodie pulled up like he didn’t want to be recognized. She had just gotten a suggestion of long, dark hair and high cheekbones. He usually dressed in black jeans with a lot of leather, but the clothes looked like they might be designer and expensive. Today he was wearing a black T-shirt and black jeans, but he somehow looked prosperous and well tended to her. What did he find so compelling about the painting? She felt it was her best work, but that might be because it had been so therapeutic for her. The pastel colors blended with the eddies of blood-red pigment depicting the anger that still swirled through her mind.
 
The police had never gotten the man who had cut her. Her handbag and wallet had been found in a garbage can in an alley several blocks away, minus her cash and credit cards. Even though he was still out there, she refused to live her life in fear. He had probably left the area months or years ago. The city’s homeless were migratory and moved from place to place, shelter to shelter. She forced herself to walk to work every day, although she tried to be home before dark. If she had to stay late to meet a client, she called a cab to take her the few blocks to her brownstone. She had made Jasper Winter the manager of the gallery after the attack, and he had done a great job—even implementing some of his own merchandising ideas while she had been in the hospital or laid up at home. She had another remediation surgery to look forward to this winter.
 
Ah, he was moving on. She wished she had the nerve to just walk outside and ask him what he thought of the painting. Before the incident, she probably would have done just that, but now she was hesitant when meeting new people. She hated the shocked look when they first saw the scar.
 
* * * *
 
Logan Hawk stood outside the gallery, staring at the astounding painting that was bathed in a cone of light. The small signature on the bottom right hand corner of the canvas read “M. Buxton.” He knew that was the name of the woman who had been stabbed on the sidewalk just up the street almost two years ago. He could hardly forget that name. It was etched in his mind. He had been walking toward her when he had seen the stabbing and called 9-1-1. Then he had stayed with her until the ambulance had taken her away.
 
Melodie Buxton was beautiful. She was tall, but not too slender, with glossy, dark hair and haunting deep blue eyes. The way she moved gave the impression that she might have been a dancer at one time. He had noticed her over two years ago on his morning walk for coffee and the newspaper. The gallery was on his daily route from the loft that contained his apartment and the rehearsal space where the band practiced, and where he did his composing.
 
That day, her blood had been all over his hands and clothes. It had oozed between his fingers. He would never forget the feeling of desperation he’d felt as he knelt beside her on the pavement. He had tried to stop the bleeding by putting pressure on the wound he’d covered with some napkins from the coffee he had been carrying. They were all he’d had to use. He had never felt the same about Starbucks again. Blood and cappuccino—not a good combination.
 
Now once in a while, he caught a glimpse of her in the gallery. She never came near the window when he was standing there. One of these days, he was just going to open the door, walk in and ask her how she was doing. After the incident, he’d called the hospital for her condition. He had not been able to get much information, so he’d just gone in and made his way to the intensive care unit. He’d bribed an orderly and had found out that she was in a medically induced coma. After that, he had not wanted to intrude on her family. Months later, when he began seeing her at the gallery occasionally, he noticed that she stayed away from the windows. He had seen her on the street a couple of times, but she kept her head down and turned away from passersby as much as she could. It was clear she was not ready to interact with people—particularly strangers. He figured she had to be scarred. The knife wound had been horrific.
 
 ADULT EXCERPT
 
 He took her hand and led her to the steps going up to the raised sleeping area. When they had ascended to the platform he finished unbuttoning her shirt. She reached out and undid the buttons of his black denim shirt. And then they were all rushing fingers and panting breath.
 
“I can’t wait to feel you inside me, Logan. Hurry.”
 
He made quick work of the rest of her clothes and then his. Finally, they were naked. They just looked at each other. When he continued to stare and said nothing, she said hesitantly, “Are you disappointed?”
 
“Are you crazy? There is nothing to be disappointed about. If you keep that up, you might be getting a taste of that spanking you’ve been worrying about.” He grinned and shook his head. “You think I didn’t know that you were worrying? Your future Dom knows all.” He backed up to the edge of the bed and fell back, taking her with him. She landed solidly on his chest, and he put his arms around her.
 
He moved fast. Before she could protest, Logan had rolled her under him and had his muscled thigh firmly planted between her now-open ones. She looked up at him in surprise.
 
“Relax, baby. We have all night. I’m going to play with you for hours. By the time I let you come, you’ll be begging.” He proceeded to explore every inch of her sensitized skin with his lips. He was going to try to take his time. He flicked his tongue over her raspberry nipples. He knew it was his imagination, but he could swear they tasted sweet. And then he got serious.
 
He felt the wetness of her pussy and slid his body down until he was between her soft, spread thighs. He had dreamt of this many times. Over the last two years, she had never been far from his thoughts. He took her little pleasure button between his lips and started to suck and nip. Melodie began to toss and turn, but his shoulders kept her spread wide for him, and his arms controlled her thrashing legs. “Easy, honey. Just lay back and enjoy. You can’t come until I give you permission.”
 
She raised her head and looked down her body into his eyes. He could see the surprise in hers. “Really? How can I control that?”
 
“Try. I’m just giving you a little preview of the D/s dynamic. Don’t worry about it. We’re just playing.” He went back to work between her legs. He felt the quickening of her pulse as he continued to circle her clit with his tongue. He ran his tongue through the ruffled pussy lips that were slick with her juices. They tasted sweet to him as well. She tasted like heaven. He knew she would be begging soon. Now that would be music to his ears. She continued to thrash as she tried to gain closer contact with his mouth. “When I take you under sub training, you’ll learn that that is topping from the bottom and is not allowed.”
 
“Please, Logan. I need you inside me. I’m burning up.”
 
“Soon, baby. Soon. You are going to have to learn patience. You have to wait until I decide the time is right. I’m the one in control here.”
 
“I don’t know if I can do that, Logan. Please fuck me.”
 
That was it. He couldn’t hold back any longer himself. He was dying to sink into her sweet, wet heat. He moved back up her body, took her wrists in one hand, and held them over her head while he braced on his forearm. His rampant cock was primed and ready and homed in on the destination. He nudged her slick opening. He took his shaft in his hand and guided it home. Soon he was seated up to his balls. Her hot, wet pussy grasped his hard cock, and he could feel her interior muscles gripping him.
 
Oh, God. It was amazing. He knew he would never have enough. He had fantasized about taking her hard and fast many times, but now he found he wanted to make this last to the absolute last possible second. He felt his balls tighten as he began to stroke long and slow. He had to concentrate. Melodie met every stroke. Their bodies instinctively knew each other’s rhythms, and they were in perfect sync.
 
“Harder, Logan. Faster.”
 
He knew he should keep her wanting just on general principles, but she wasn’t a trained sub and couldn’t know she was breaking the rules. He began to speed up his strokes. Her legs were wrapped around his back, and she struggled to take him even deeper, if that was possible.
 
 * * * *
 
 Melodie was coming apart. She had never experienced anything like this before. She was desperate to run her hands down his back and grab his ass, but he still had them clasped above her head. For some reason, she found that incredibly erotic and exciting. She wanted to take him as deep and hard as possible. He was big and her pussy was stretched to the maximum, but she loved the fullness, the friction. She just wanted more. She wanted it all.
Logan was all hard, demanding man, and he played her body like one of his instruments. Even as a girl, she had never been one to have crushes on musicians. She had enjoyed the music, but that was all. She could see that was about to change. Was she going to be a thirty-five year old groupie? She started to giggle. When that got a lowered-brow look from Logan, she burst out in a delighted laugh.
 
“What’s so funny?” he gasped as he intensified his strokes.
 
“Nothing is funny. I’m just so happy. I think I’m going to be a groupie.”
 
“God forbid.”
 
She felt her pulse quicken and the ripple of her inner walls around his cock. And then he started to laugh as well.

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Skye Michaels
     After my long time job as a paralegal was ended by the economic downturn, I decided to turn lemons into lemonade and finally write the stories I’d had in my head for many years. I had always wanted to write romance novels, but my family and job as a paralegal kept me too busy.
My major interest, aside from my family and friends, is horses. I enjoy putting an animal character into my stories if possible. I am extremely “low tech” and probably should have been born in the 1800's as I enjoy driving a horse and buggy for fun. I also enjoy horseback riding, but the ground has gotten harder and further away over the years.
I have a small farm/vacation home in Ocala, Florida which is my favorite place in the world. There’s nothing as wonderful as swinging in the hammock in the shade and listening to the music of the wind in the pines while reading a good book.
Books have always been my escape into love and adventure, and through reading I have been able to be many people, do many things, and go to many wonderful places I wouldn’t have otherwise been able to be, do or see. 
I hope that all hard working women who have a moment to put up their tired feet and relax with a cup of coffee (or a glass of wine) enjoy getting to meet my fantasy friends and to experience something new and different with a touch of hot romance thrown in for good measure!

Monday, October 6, 2014

Vaughn's Awakening: BDSM Romance with a dark edge


VAUGHN’S AWAKENING
The Black Dahlia Hotel, Two
an Erotic BDSM Romance
By Skye Michaels
 
 
BLURB
When Vaughn Rawlston, the science teacher at the prestigious Savannah Preparatory Academy, catches the twin daughters of Dom Jeremiah Wade cheating and turns them in, trouble ensues.  It follows her from Savannah to the new, very discreet and luxurious BDSM Black Dahlia Hotel on Fort Lauderdale Beach.  Alexa and Cindy, Vaughn’s friends since childhood, convince her to join them on a week-long trip to Fort Lauderdale for Christmas vacation.  Vaughn has accompanied Alexa and Cindy to Le Club Waterfront-Savannah as their guest but has not yet dipped her toes in the BDSM pool. 

When Vaughn signs up for “Introduction to BDSM for subs” and “Bondage for Beginners” at the hotel she meets the handsome, wealthy Savannah restaurateur and Master Dom, Phillip Paul Proffit, who has a rep at the club for being not only eye candy but also a very good Dom.  He is also very choosy and doesn’t play with just any sub.  He has had his eye on the newbie sub at Le Club for a while, much to her surprise. 

Paul may have played briefly with many subs at the club, but he doesn’t usually get involved with them until Vaughn.  Her voluptuous body, sharp mind and sense of humor captivate him and he begins to suspect that she is the one for him.  He is determined to introduce her to the pleasures to be found in the dungeon.

Paul isn’t the only Dom with his eye on Vaughn.   Jeremiah Wade, also a member of Le Club, is determined to force Vaughn to drop the cheating charges against his daughters in one way or another—at least he thinks that’s his motivation for stalking her at the hotel.  Can Paul save Vaughn and then convince her she doesn’t want to run away from him as well as the ugly and dangerous results of Wade’s obsession?

 EXCERPTS

 
 
from Chapter One
The Starbuck’s on East Broughton Street, Savannah, Georgia, Wednesday afternoon, December 23, 2015
Vaughn Rawlston, Alexa Baker, and Cynthia Adams were enjoying coffees at the Starbucks a few blocks from Le Club Waterfront. The club was located in an old, restored cotton warehouse on the Savannah River. The girls were enjoying double-shot grandes and cookies while she was having a small, no-fat, decaf latte. Sometimes life just was not fair. They were making plans for their trip to Fort Lauderdale beginning the day after Christmas.
“I don’t know about this, guys. I don’t think I’m really ready to jump into this BDSM thing whole hog.” Vaughn had enjoyed several physical relationships in her life, but she had never made a soul-deep connection. She was hoping that the BDSM aspects of sex at the club might provide that something—that connection—that had been missing.
“Come on, Vaughn. You’ve been to the club several times, signed all the paperwork, and made your reservations. Don’t wimp out on us now.” Alexa looked concerned. Vaughn knew she really wanted her to join the club because it was such an important part of her and Cyndy’s social lives, and they were determined to drag her along, kicking and screaming if necessary. The three had been friends since elementary school and had gotten into plenty of trouble together over the ensuing years. Vaughn had lived with Alexa’s family after her mother died until she finished high school and went off to college. Her father had been killed in military service when she was eight, and her mother had died of cancer when she was fourteen. The two might as well have been her sisters.
Alexa and Cyndy were both subs and loved it, although neither had been collared yet. She wasn’t sure either of them really wanted to be. They were having too much fun playing the Dom field. And she had to admit that it was a really fertile field. The men at the club were, for the most part, extremely good looking and sexy as hell. Even the men who were not particularly handsome had a sexual edge that was appealing.
“I know. But something happened at school yesterday, and I’m concerned about it.”
“What does school have to do with the club?” Vaughn knew Cyndy would back Alexa up no matter what.
“Well…I caught the Wade twins cheating and turned them in. Mr. Bishop suspended them for two weeks after vacation. The thing is I’ve seen their father, Jeremiah Wade, at Le Club, and I really can’t afford to have any problems at school. Having my interest in BDSM come out could cost me my job.”
“But even if he saw you, he’s signed the confidentiality agreements as well as you have. He can’t out you any more than you can out him.” Cyndy looked confused.
“I know. It just makes me nervous.”
Alexa jumped in. “Jeremiah Wade? He’s different. Vaughn, stay away from him—he’s a little scary, and not in a good way. I’ve heard some of the other subs talking about him. Apparently, his tastes are a little extreme.”
Cyndy said, “Well, we don’t even know if he’s planning on going to The Black Dahlia Hotel. Come on, Vaughn. Fort Lauderdale. Christmas break. You can’t pass that up. You don’t have to participate in the dungeon activities if you don’t want to. I’ve seen pictures and the hotel is gorgeous. Maybe you should take a couple of the sub classes that will be offered to get in and get your feet wet.”
“I can see I’m going to have no peace unless I agree.”
“Exactly correct.” Alexa was smiling and Cyndy was nodding. Peas in a pod.
 
 
from Chapter Two
On the dining terrace at The Black Dahlia Hotel, Fort Lauderdale Beach, Florida, Saturday morning, December 26, 2015
 Vaughn, Alexa, and Cyndy were on the terrace overlooking the beach having a second breakfast of coffee and pastries after their early morning flight from Savannah.
“Well, the hype seems to be deserved so far. This is a very nice hotel considering it’s not one of the big chains,” Vaughn said.
“You can’t expect to have BDSM facilities in a Hilton or Hyatt, that’s for sure.” Alexa continued, “I can just see the brave soul proposing to the board of directors that they convert the top floor to a BDSM dungeon and theme rooms.”
Cyndy said, “This rubber bracelet system is very interesting. I like it. There is no question about what anyone is or is not into. You just look at their bracelets.”
 
 
 
ADULT EXCERPT
He released her cuffs and picked her up. He walked to the silk chaise in the corner of the room and sat down with her in his lap. He settled her against his bare chest. “I wanted to get that out of the way, subbie. I like to greet my subs with a nice fanny warming. You do know that there is a difference between punishment and play. That was play.”
“That’s a hell of a way to say ‘hello’, Master. I don’t think I like it.”
“No? Let’s see.” He slipped his hand down between her thighs until he encountered her well-groomed pussy. Apparently she’d had a bikini wax in honor of the trip, and the area around her labia had been waxed clean. That was all right with him, but he really didn’t care for a full Brazilian. “Nice and damp, but not drenched, subbie. Let me see what I can do about that.” He ran two fingers over her slick pussy, glanced over her clit, and she shuddered. It wouldn’t take much to tip her over into an orgasm, but he decided to wait. He wanted her to come on his cock. He began to skim his fingers between the lips of her pussy with a light pressure while he kept a firmer pressure on her clit. Soon she was shifting on his lap as she tried to increase the friction, and he felt the slick moisture begin to gather. “That’s better. I like my sub to be wet and ready.” He slipped two fingers between the lips of her pussy and rotated them until he found her G-spot. He rubbed the inside wall of her vagina, and she groaned. “Do you like that, subbie?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes, Master, I want more.”
“What do you want? You have to ask for it.”
“I want you inside me, Master.”
He shifted her weight until she was astride his lap. He reached down and popped the buttons on his leathers. Ah, relief. His hard dick sprang out of the opening at full attention. He pulled her over his cock. “Rub that sweet pussy over my cock, subbie. I want to feel that slick honey.”
She began to stroke her hot, wet pussy over him with enthusiasm. “No coming until I give you permission. You have to hold back no matter what.” If anyone was going to have a hard time holding back, it would be him. The feel of her wet, slippery center contrasted with the short blonde hair cushioning her plump mound was exquisite. When he could stand the friction no more he efficiently rolled on a condom. He lifted her and brought her down on his hard shaft. “Work that fine ass, baby. Serve your Master.” Was that too much? She had blinked at that one. Well, she’d have to get used to submitting to his desires sooner rather than later. He reached around and slapped her bottom. “Faster.” She curled her fingers over his shoulders and began to ride him. He tightened his hands around her small waist and directed her strokes. Her bottom slapped against his thighs. “Harder.” She increased her speed and the length of her strokes.
 
* * * *
 Vaughn was flying. Higher, faster. She’d never experienced anything as hot and intense. Her ass and her pussy were on fire. She didn’t think she could hold back her orgasm. “Master, please let me come. I don’t think I can hold it.”
“Another minute, subbie. I need a little more so we can come together.”
She began to count backward from one hundred. One hundred, ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven, ninety-six…That was the only way she could concentrate on something other than the fire between her legs as she rode Paul with abandon. Eighty-nine, eighty-eight, eighty-seven, eighty-six. She was coming. She was coming. She couldn’t stop the rush of heat that rolled through her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. He followed her over the edge with a blast of hot cum as her orgasm pulsed through her veins. Finally she collapsed on him, her ample breasts cushioned on his ripped abs. She was breathing hard. She could hear her respiration and her heartbeat against his chest. A light sheen of sweat had broken out on her skin. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
“That was extraordinary, Vaughn. Just excellent.”
No man had ever said that to her before. She felt a glow of pride tighten around her heart. She’d always thought she was a little lacking in the sex department, that her lack of confidence in her body had hurt her performance. Well, Master Phillip Paul Proffit had blasted right through that barrier—with some encouraging words and a hot bottom. She snuggled against his warmth, and then she felt him reach behind and pull a soft black blanket over her body.
“Rest, baby. Just rest on your Master. We’re just getting started.”
 * * * *
 When they had both settled down, Paul stood up with Vaughn in his arms and walked to the opulent bed he had seen her checking out with interest. He put her down while he pushed the decorative pillows to the floor, pulled the covers back, and then stripped out of his boots and leathers. He had them both tucked into the comfortable bed in a minute with her spooned up against his chest. He relaxed. This was the part he usually avoided with subs because it led to unreal expectations on their parts, but with Vaughn it just felt right. She felt right in his arms. She was dozing but he was wide awake. He hadn’t felt such comfort with a woman in a long time. Everything about her was perfect. She wasn’t too small and dainty for his big frame, they complimented each other sexually, she was intelligent, and she was far from a doormat sub. He didn’t enjoy topping a woman who couldn’t stand up to him when she needed to. The gift of submission given by a strong woman was priceless. 
 
 Blurbs for the first four books of
the New BDSM series, THE BLACK DAHLIA HOTEL:
Michaela’s Debut, The Black Dahlia Hotel One By Skye Michaels
                Greenwich, Connecticut’s golden couple, Dillon Cavanaugh and Mikaela Sexton, are staying at the Black Dahlia Hotel, in Fort Lauderdale, Florida for the wedding of Jack Dalton Brown and Kaylin Gallagher.  The new, luxurious hotel has a confidentiality guaranteed BDSM club on the top floor.  While at breakfast, Mikaela receives a text directing her to a You Tube video that shows what appears to be her naked butt starring in a sex tape.  The sender of the text threatens to post another video showing her face if she doesn’t pay up. 
                Handsome attorney and Congressional candidate, Dillon Cavanaugh, cannot afford a sex scandal involving his well-known girlfriend, but he is not willing to abandon the love of his life just to win an election.  When the blackmailer threatens to post the second video unless she pays five million dollars, Mikaela decides to go underground until the blackmailer can be unearthed to the dismay of her sexy Dom boyfriend. 
                Can they salvage Dillon’s election, their relationship and retrieve the damaging video before it hits You Tube?
 Vaughn’s Awakening, The Black Dahlia Hotel Two By Skye Michaels  (Released 9-29-14)
When Vaughn Rawlston, the science teacher at the prestigious Savannah Preparatory Academy, catches the twin daughters of Dom Jeremiah Wade cheating and turns them in, trouble ensues.  It follows her from Savannah to the new, very discreet and luxurious BDSM Black Dahlia Hotel on Fort Lauderdale Beach.  Alexa and Cindy, Vaughn’s friends since childhood, convince her to join them on a week-long trip to Fort Lauderdale for Christmas vacation.  Vaughn has accompanied Alexa and Cindy to Le Club Waterfront-Savannah as their guest but has not yet dipped her toes in the BDSM pool. 
When Vaughn signs up for “Introduction to BDSM for subs” and “Bondage for Beginners” at the hotel she meets the handsome, wealthy Savannah restaurateur and Master Dom, Phillip Paul Proffit, who has a rep at the club for being not only eye candy but also a very good Dom.  He is also very choosy and doesn’t play with just any sub.  He has had his eye on the newbie sub at Le Club for a while, much to her surprise. 
Paul may have played briefly with many subs at the club, but he doesn’t usually get involved with them until Vaughn.  Her voluptuous body, sharp mind and sense of humor captivate him and he begins to suspect that she is the one for him.  He is determined to introduce her to the pleasures to be found in the dungeon.
Paul isn’t the only Dom with his eye on Vaughn.   Jeremiah Wade, also a member of Le Club, is determined to force Vaughn to drop the cheating charges against his daughters in one way or another—at least he thinks that’s his motivation for stalking her at the hotel.  Can Paul save Vaughn and then convince her she doesn’t want to run away from him as well as the ugly and dangerous results of Wade’s obsession?
Melodie’s Song, The Black Dahlia Hotel Three By Skye Michaels  -  (Coming 10-27-14)
Two years ago gallery owner, Melodie Buxton, was attacked and stabbed outside her art gallery in the Tribeca section of lower Manhattan.  When she awoke in the hospital with a knife wound on her face, she vaguely remembered the dark presence that held her barely conscious body and attempted to stop the bleeding.  After she left the hospital she was unable to find out his name. 
Dom Logan Hawk, lead singer and guitar in Dark Place, a rock band popular with the alternative lifestyle communities, had seen the attack.  He had stopped to help the beautiful young woman he’d noticed in the neighborhood but had not yet gotten up the nerve to approach.  As he put pressure on her wound and felt her pulse under his hands and her blood flow through his fingers, he knew that their souls had bonded. 
Two years after the attack, the angry red swirls running through the beautiful, tranquil pastel abstract painting in the window of Melodie’s gallery drew Logan.  The small signature at the bottom of the painting told him Melodie was the artist.  He wanted to walk into the gallery and talk to her but he hesitated.  He’d had glimpses of her through the gallery window since the attack and knew that she covered the side of her face where the scar would be.  One day on the urging of his band members he walked into the gallery to talk to her.  When she learned that he was her guardian angel she agreed to have lunch with him, and a relationship developed. 
The cloud on the horizon came in the form of Logan’s dangerous female fan and stalker, Karin Sanders.   Karin realized that Logan and Melodie’s romance endangered her delusions of a relationship with Logan, and she is determined to get rid of her rival in any way she can.  Karin attacks Melodie on the street outside Rockefeller Plaza at the Christmas tree lighting ceremony, and Logan and Melodie retreat to the new BDSM hotel in Florida owned by his friend, Jack Dalton Brown. 
Can Logan overcome Melodie’s need to hide her scar as well as the malevolent intentions of the stalker and compose a happy ever after? 
 Penelope’s Gift, The Black Dahlia Hotel Four By Skye Michaels – COMING IN NOVEMBER
Penelope Wilson was planning on a fun, sexy Labor Day weekend at the lake with her boyfriend and Dom, Jay Preston Fairlamb, at the brothers’ fishing cabin on Lake Ray Hubbard East of Dallas.  When she arrived at the lake cabin she found that Jay had unilaterally decided that they would try a ménage.  He even had a woman all lined up and ready to go.  Penelope was shocked, hurt, furious and done, done, done with Jay Fairlamb.
Jay knew he’d handled the whole thing poorly.  He hadn’t expected Pen to storm off and cut him out of her life for the next five long years.  He knew he’d screwed it up, and over the next years he grew up.  He’d been a fairly inexperienced Dom and had been eager to try something new.  He just hadn’t expected it to cost him Penelope.  He hadn’t been able to breach her defenses or mend his fences, and he wanted her back.
When he learned that Penelope and two girlfriends were planning a week’s vacation at the luxurious, new BDSM Black Dahlia Hotel on Fort Lauderdale Beach, he knew this might be his one and only chance to corner Penelope and make her listen, or at least allow him to apologize and make whole something he knew he had carelessly broken.
Can a black mask and a lot of love heal their breach, or will Jay’s subterfuge blow up in his face permanently? 
Alex’s Sacrifice (Coming Soon)

 ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Skye Michaels
     After my long time job as a paralegal was ended by the economic downturn, I decided to turn lemons into lemonade and finally write the stories I’d had in my head for many years. I had always wanted to write romance novels, but my family and job as a paralegal kept me too busy.
My major interest, aside from my family and friends, is horses. I enjoy putting an animal character into my stories if possible. I am extremely “low tech” and probably should have been born in the 1800's as I enjoy driving a horse and buggy for fun. I also enjoy horseback riding, but the ground has gotten harder and further away over the years.
I have a small farm/vacation home in Ocala, Florida which is my favorite place in the world. There’s nothing as wonderful as swinging in the hammock in the shade and listening to the music of the wind in the pines while reading a good book.
Books have always been my escape into love and adventure, and through reading I have been able to be many people, do many things, and go to many wonderful places I wouldn’t have otherwise been able to be, do or see. 
I hope that all hard working women who have a moment to put up their tired feet and relax with a cup of coffee (or a glass of wine) enjoy getting to meet my fantasy friends and to experience something new and different with a touch of hot romance thrown in for good measure!