Thursday, June 27, 2013

NNP 2nd Anniversary Blog Hop!

Naughty Nights Press
2nd Anniversary Party
Blog Hop

Congrats to my SIX winners!!
You're listed below and as soon as
Come Tame Me is released, you'll be the
the first to get your copies! Muah!

     Welcome to all you lil smut lovers! Thank you for stopping by this weekend. I know you’ll find new books and new authors. Have a great time and stop by to comment or get in on all the contests! My contest entry is via Rafflecopter so please get in. Below is the information.

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Gabe from Come Tame Me!

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     One entry will win a mouse pad (US ONLY) and FIVE entries will win an e-copy of book one in my Wild Fillies series, Come Tame Me, which will be released SOON! Earn additional entries via Rafflecopter.

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Monday, June 17, 2013

More Summer Reads....but they won't cool you down!

Because I love teasing you.....

Here's another hot excerpt from
Master's Email....Enjoy!

The clock chimed six o’clock and Alex’s heart raced. As a gift to him, performing for Colt before several of his cameras made her happy today. She’d finish her last performance on time, as well as those throughout the day and smiled, glad that she’d done things for her Master without being requested. Now it was time to prepare herself for the massage room.
In the bathroom, naked before the mirror, her nipples protruded from the clamps behind them and she lightly touched each one with her finger, loving that those nerves were connected to so many other parts of her body, too. Pinching each one, Alex rolled the tips between her thumb and fingers to make her juices flow more than they already were.
A moan slipped past her parted lips.
Waiting for Colt to arrive would seem like an eternity; she hated having him gone so often. One last nipple tweak and she removed the clamps, and then combed out her long hair. When she sprayed one spritz of Euphoria on the back of her neck, some drifted lower and stung where the flogger marks were still welted.
Alex bit her lower lip...Colt wouldn’t be happy with her. She shook her head. Taking a deep breath, she turned and headed into their massage room...her favorite room in the house.
She lit candles and patchouli incense, and then breathed in the gentle aroma as it filled the room. Shadows flickered off the wall from the candle’s orange flame, igniting her inner fire and excitement sparked along every nerve ending. Her Master’s touch is what Alex craved right now and hoped he wouldn’t keep her waiting long. Sitting on the edge of a chair, she buckled both ankle cuffs, put on both wrist cuffs, and then fastened her collar.
The center of the table was elevated so that her hips would be, too, once her head and shoulders were resting on the table and head rest. Climbing onto the padded table, she lay naked, on her stomach, atop the towel-covered massage table as her Master had requested, with her face away from the doorway, wondering when he might arrive.
She stared at the monitor on the wall at eye level that Colt had installed there so Alex could watch replays of her performances. Some of them got her excited as she’d watch the replays.
Her fingers flexed and she wiggled her feet at the same time she stretched and her back pain snapped at her. The cold towels had helped and she’d do that again before bed. But now, excitement clenched her inner muscles, making her feel the large anal plug in her ass; thinking of her Master constantly kept her wet. Tightening her inner muscles, she could feel the plug deeper inside.
How much larger would he make her go?
He’d ordered her to always wear his plug so she would know whom she belonged to. She still hadn’t gotten used to the pleasure-pain completely, but each day came easier to tolerate. It was worth it, just knowing that the very thought of her tight ass filled with his plug made his cock hard all day and the best part was that she got to relieve him of that.
She'd already been on the table for a good ten minutes, her mind wandering from one erotic thought to another, contemplating the pleasure-pains she'd received at his hands in the past. Wondering what might be in store for her tonight, she seeped again.
He'd been mentioning some new training she needed and she thought back over their conversations. The new Dom had already stopped by...what more could he want of her? He loved teasing her about taking the full length of his cock up her ass and he knew it made her shiver in fear, even though she did love his finger there. But...his long, thick shaft...was much bigger than his fingers!
Master was quite stern in his commanding, but a very gentle lover. When he first ordered the wearing of his small butt plug, she tried to object but knew she had to do as he commanded or tolerate ten lashes of his flogger. It didn’t take many of those sessions for her to obey.  The bargain they’d made a long time ago, along with the contract she’d knowingly signed and agreed to, was not something she took lightly. So she wore his plug constantly to please her Master, knowing he always thought of where his plug was at.
The back door clicked shut and her heart thudded in her chest as she lay there in her dim, flickering world.
She swallowed.
Although she knew only Master had a key...this time the thought of a stranger getting in and finding her naked on the table scared the hell out of her, like the other day when Colt told her to be ready for the new Dom when he arrived.
That fear still left a knot in her stomach.
No…it had to be Master, not a burglar!
She listened for footsteps but heard nothing.
The monitor lit up!
The replay of her session with Master Buck began and shock heated her face. Colt could control the lens zoom and had closed in on her ass as the plug slowly plunged in and was huge! She couldn’t take her eyes off the screen. Hearing herself moan and cry out made her juices flow even now. He’d made her feel pain and pleasure at the same time. The erotic scene sent need through her body. She craved her Master’s touch and wanted to feel him slide between her both ends.
Watching the flogger land made her cringe but was worse if she closed her eyes, reliving it each time she heard herself cry out. All too quickly, it now showed Master Buck standing before her...his full length hanging in front of her face. Again the lens zoomed in...the purple head stroking her tongue and she remembered the heat! Alex nearly gagged again just seeing it.
Colt must have loved watching this!
Then a warm hand moved over the cheek of her ass and air sucked into her lungs.
"Do NOT look at me, pet."
The sound of his stern familiar voice caressed her ear like silk.
“You pleased me well as I watched your performance...several times! I thought you needed the experience of another Dom. Upon watching, I realized another area of training you need is your throat, but we’ll work on that…perhaps a future visit or two from Master Buck again!”
Her throat immediately constricted.

         Did that little bit of smut get you going enough to want more? Then click here to find the link that holds YOUR e-format and grab your own copy. Readers are wanting more of Alexis, Colt and Master Buck so please know that there will be more books to follow of Master's Email.
    In the meantime, these characters will be making an appearance in book 5 of The Boss's Pet series, coming in September, so I hope you'll be ready for that. A sneak peek at the cover?

Muah! Thanks for stopping in!

Saturday, June 15, 2013

The Boss's Pet Series - Dom/sub - Fem/Dom - Who loves it?

     Whether you're here because you're curious or you totally love the genre, I'm glad you stopped by! There are four books currently in the series and book five will be available in Sept 2013 with another kinky read for my smut lovers! Thank you to all who have written to ask for MORE books. My readers rock!! The cover for book five is getting rave reviews already even though there are a few tweaks that need to be done on the cover. The title is still tentative but as an author, I need to know what's on the cover before I finish a book.

     I know you're going to love the story and the direction that Nick and Sondra's relationship will take because under it all, the love they share is the basis for everything. The lessons Sondra has learned and the knowledge she gains in book five just may change the lives of more than a few readers as you open up to your own partner and discuss what each of you could experience if you just try it. How do I know? Because I've heard from several readers that my books have helped them begin the conversation. I'd love to hear from more of you if that's the case.
     Now...before book five is released in September, I'm so close to releasing book one in my new erotic western series titled Come Tame Me! I can't wait for you to read it! Watch my websites and newsletter for more info as the month comes to a close. I hope you enjoy the characters and their friends who just may get their own books in the future! Watch for the upcoming book trailer - I love creating them.

     I'm also considering this to be the first of my books to make it to print...what do YOU think? Read Chapter 1 HERE and I'd love it if you leave a rating and short review so other readers can find the title on BookBuzzr. There's a contest to win a copy of book one on that website. Look around over there and get in on the games to win other books.
      I'll be creating a mouse pad for Come Tame Me so that I can give them away when they arrive. Maybe I'll give more away once the blog tour starts for the series in July and August! Get in on the Rafflecopter below where I'll pick a winner to receive one of the mouse pads!!

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Monday, June 10, 2013

Who loves Fem/Dom erotica? Then stop by & meet Ann Mayburn!

Ann Mayburn

 Fem/Dom Author

Mmmmmm....I'm so glad you stopped by the dungeon today because my guest this week is an author who will help you understand and make you 'want more' as you read her work. If you don't already understand Fem/Dom, you will by the time you finish reading! She informs her readers about what's involved and why in this genre and her readers only crave more.
Please use the share links at the bottom so your friends can pop in to read in the privacy of their own home or office. Many readers love our genre even though they want to keep it a secret from their friends. Learn the true meaning behind the word submissive...then fix your own relationship to be what you both truly crave! Ann...Welcome to my dungeon! Our readers await...
Thank you, Tonya! I love talking with readers. Awhile back a friend of mine was talking about how the attitudes towards submissive women were changing thanks in no small part to the amount of Male Dom/female submissive romance being written. She was saying how freeing it was to have people finally understand that she wasn’t some stupid doormat of a woman who was too weak to stand up to her man, or some cringing abused woman. Now she could hold her head high when she said she was a submissive to her husband and know that most people, at least within the romance community, knew she was just as strong and self-confident as the next woman despite wearing a collar and acknowledging her husband as her Master.
I could only sigh wistfully because I’m a switch (80% Dominatrix 20% sub) and so far romantic fiction has done a rather craptastic job of portraying the Dominant women. The usual reaction I get when sharing that I’m a Mistress with someone is something like this:
Me: “Yes, I’m a Dominatrix. Have been since the time I spanked my first boyfriend in college.”
Them: “Dominatrix? But you look so normal.”
Me: “Uh, yeah?”
Them: “I mean, I just pictured a Dominatrix like being six feet tall and whipping some guy while calling him a worthless pig with a heavy European accent. You know, peeing on him and stuff. Yuck, how can you be turned on by a male sub? Wimpy, effeminate men, ewwww.”
Me: *head/desk*

What many women don’t realize, even those that identify themselves as submissive, is that some of the most dominant, masculine, manly men in the world love to bend a knee behind closed doors to their Mistress.
In many ways it is much easier to be a female submissive in our Western culture than a male submissive. For a woman to be submissive to her man, to cater to his comforts and the care of their family, is encouraged. Even post-sexual revolution women are still encouraged to be the ones who sit back and take care of home and hearth while the men go out and earn a living and fight wars. A submissive woman is often seen as being very feminine, soft, and vulnerable. Qualities that are considered negative traits among men.
What most people don’t understand is the same dichotomy that allows a female CEO to come home and happily give up all control and put on a collar works with men as well. Just because an Alpha male willingly serves his Mistress makes him no less of a man. It doesn’t change who he is at his core, and it doesn’t make him a wimp any more than a woman wearing a collar makes her a doormat.
Most male submissives that I know are more like knights of old than anything else. They are strong, powerful men who the world often fears, and with good reason, but they choose to serve one special woman with all of their heart. A woman who inspires their trust, a woman they’re driven to serve. Let’s take for example my friends Karen and Tim. On the surface Tim is about as hyper masculine as one can get. Retired Marine, now a special ops police officer, with a black belt in Karate who does Iron Man stuff year round. If you put Tim in a cage match against 95% of the men on this earth he’d kick their ass, but he tempers all that strength to serve Karen, his wife and Mistress and it makes him feel complete. Men want to be their women’s sexual superheroes, they want to blow our minds and fulfill our every fantasy. 

 Now I’m not going to go into the psychology of BDSM and all that crap. Much smarter people than I have written extensive books on it. Suffice to say everyone has their own personal reason for relating to Dominant or submissive based on a variety of influences. For women that tend more towards the Dominant end of the spectrum in bed they would no more abuse their submissive than a Dominant Male would abuse his submissive.
I can only tell you what I find attractive about a submissive Alpha male. I love the idea that he can overpower me at pretty much anytime he likes, unless restrained of course, and it is only the strength of my will that is making him obey. It makes me not only proud that he’s willingly serving me, but that I’m bringing him pleasure unlike any he’s ever experienced. His joy is my joy, his pain is my pain.
 Alpha male subs tend to test their Mistresses a little more than your average submissive, and I rather like the constant challenge of seducing my Alpha male into submission. Because that is what I do as his Mistress. A Dominant must constantly seduce that submission from their partner, be they male or female, and reward them for their compliance with mind blowing pleasure.
While I of course enjoy the hell out of my orgasms, I think I might enjoy my submissive’s orgasms just a little bit more. I take pride in the fact that I made him feel this way. I made his eyes roll back in his head, I made him scream my name in ecstasy, and because of his trust in me it allowed me to give us both a scene that has left us a sweaty, smiling, blissed out mess.
It’s a very heady feeling to have a powerful man kneel before you, and I can’t imagine why more women wouldn’t want a man to worship them.
Think about it, your resident Alpha male hunk standing before you, his eyes lowered, his hands at his side as you walk around him. You know he wants to look, wants to give into the natural male desire to stare at a woman’s body, but because you’ve forbidden it his eyes remain on the ground. His big muscles flex as you circle him, allowing you to look your fill, to touch wherever you want. No matter who you both are on the outside, right here and right now you’re his Mistress and he trusts you with his complete submission. How could it not make a shiver run up your spine to think about all the wonderful, utterly kinky, and fantastically smutty things you two can do together because he trusts you enough to give him the pain and the pleasure that he needs. Never forget, it is the submissive that holds the real control in the relationship. All window dressing bullshit aside, at the end of the day if the sub says stop, everything stops.

In my FemDom book, Still, we meet a rather unlikely Mistress and Alpha male submissive pairing. Wyatt, the hero, is an Alpha male all the way and before he met Michelle, the leading lady, he’d never have even considered that being a male submissive could turn him on. But under Michelle’s sensual Domination he finds himself doing things that bring him a satisfaction like nothing he’s ever known.
If you’re ever curious about the Dominatrix/Alpha male sub relationship and like a very steamy, emotional, and sometimes heart wrenching read, I’d be honored if you’d give Still a chance and let me show you that FemDom can be just as sexy as MaleDom any day of the week.

Blurb:  Dr. Michelle Sapphire and Gunnery Sargent Wyatt Callahan formed an unbreakable bond and an unacknowledged, forbidden attraction to each other while serving together in Afghanistan. Their lives are forever changed when a mortar attack grievously wounds Wyatt and Michelle brings him back from the brink of death. But when they both return to the civilian world, Michelle discovers that her rock-solid Marine is suffering from severe PTSD and may even be suicidal.
     Wyatt Callahan fell hard for the aristocratic blonde doctor the moment he laid eyes on her. After re-entering civilian life in his hometown near Austin, Texas, Wyatt is plagued by nightmares of the death and suffering he witnessed during the war. He'd love to reach out to Michelle, but -- Michelle is a Dominatrix, and she has made it very clear to Wyatt she isn't interested in a relationship with anyone who doesn't accept her lifestyle. An Alpha male to the core, he can't imagine the appeal of being submissive.
    At the same time, the idea of serving Michelle, of being everything she wants and needs, rings true in his wounded soul.
     Michelle has dark secrets of her own, and together with Wyatt she will have to battle her personal demons during their emotional journey of healing, redemption, and love.

Here is an excerpt from ‘Still’ in which Wyatt finds out for the first time that the woman he’s been in love with for close to two years, but was untouchable because they were both in the military, is a Dominatrix.

Michelle tried to keep her voice cool and measured even though she had a million butterflies dancing around in her belly. “I’m a Domme.”
“A what?”
“A Mistress…a Dominatrix. Take your pick of titles but that's what I am and what I enjoy.”
“No. Fucking. Way.” Wyatt sat up straighter. “ like to beat the shit out of guys?”
“No!” She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. “No, I do not beat the shit out of guys.” His disbelieving stare made her shake her head. “Well, okay, I only beat them if they ask nicely.”
“But isn’t whipping some poor bastard's ass what Dominatrices do? I mean, at least that’s what they do in pornos. Oh God, you don’t want to pee on me do you?” She shot him a dirty look and he grinned. “What?”
“If you base your beliefs on how women behave on pornos, then I think I’m very wrong about what kind of man you are.”
“Hey now, I was just kidding.” He scrubbed his hand over his face. “I mean, fuck, I never would've thought you were into that kind of kinky shit.”
She tapped her finger on the steering wheel as they waited for the light to change. “I am, and if any man wants to be with me, he'd better understand what he’s in for. I’m not going to pretend to be someone I’m not for anyone.”
That shut him up and he stared out the window as they drew closer to his apartment building. “I can understand that…but, I mean, I’m not trying to be outta line, and I could be totally misreading this, but I’m not the kind of guy that could let a woman boss him around.”
She wanted to point out that she’d done just that while they were over in the sandbox, and that he’d been quite happy following her directions, but she didn’t think that was the right approach. With all of her heart she wanted Wyatt, and was pretty damned sure he wanted her, but she also wanted more than meaningless sex.
She wanted a submissive.
“Why don’t you research it a little bit. And no, I’m not talking about watching pornos.”
He blew out a harsh breath, the scent of alcohol drifting through the air. “Doc, I don’t know what to say.”
“I understand.”
An uncomfortable silence descended on them, but she wasn’t going to break it by begging him to give being her sub a chance. So what if she still dreamt of him? So what if being this near to him set her body on fire? And, dammit all, so what if she thought there was something special between them? If bottoming for her didn’t turn him on, if it wasn’t something he could learn to appreciate and crave, then their hypothetical relationship would never work.
Maybe she was coming on too strong, too desperate. She’d been looking for him for months now and thinking about how good it would be to see him again. She hadn’t taken into account that he might not be adapting to civilian life as well as she had. And his drinking worried her.
He leaned forward when they reached the entrance to his apartment complex. “I’m the third building on the left.”
She pulled into a spot near the entrance to his unit and put the car into park before turning to him. “Well, here we are.”
“Yeah.” He made no move to open the door, but he also wouldn’t look at her.
She reached into the back seat and dug around in her purse for a pen and one of her business cards. While writing on the back of it she said, “Here’s my card. My home number and cell are on the back. If you ever need me, call me.”
He took it from her, their fingers brushing. For a long moment he didn’t say anything, then he leaned across the seat, his intent obvious. Everything inside of her clenched in anticipation, her need for his touch deep enough to drown in. At the first brush of his lips against hers she trembled.
The second pass of his lips was a little bolder, lingering against hers before slanting his head and giving her a kiss that sent a warm cascade of tingles through her body, awakening her senses to him in a decadent rush of lust. She opened her mouth and he groaned, taking advantage of the invitation and meeting her tongue with firm strokes of his own. Unable to help herself, she fisted her hand into his hair, holding him still. God, he was so big, so strong. Here in the confines of her car he seemed to take up most of the space. She thought about what it would be like to rub her body against his muscled frame, to orgasm merely from her flesh sliding against his.
Moving back just enough to break their kiss she whispered against his lips, “Hold still. I want to enjoy you.”
He did as she asked and she began to slowly devour his mouth, tasting and sucking on his lips, paying attention to his every shift, to the changes in energy coming off his body. Her mind kept stumbling over the fact that this was Callahan, the same man she’d absolutely lusted after but who'd been totally off limits. He groaned when she nipped his lower lip and pulled her into his arms when she sucked on his tongue. Beneath the loose suit jacket his body was still firm, solid muscle, and she ran her hands over him trying to memorize the feel of his form.
When his hand went to her waist and began to travel towards her breast, she reluctantly broke their kiss.
“Come upstairs with me,” Wyatt urged, his eyes fever-bright with need.
Oh, she was sorely tempted to go up there with him, to lose herself in fucking this amazing man, but she wanted more. As hard as it was, she somehow managed to shake her head. “No, Wyatt.”
His face fell and he pulled back, reaching for the door. “Yeah, well it’s been goo—”
“Wait. I’m not saying no, or that I don’t want you. Right now I could fuck you up one side of the room and down the other, but I want more than that.” She hesitated, then decided to tell him a little bit of the truth.
“Something happened a while ago that taught me to live everyday like it's my last and I... fuck, I’m explaining this badly.”
He reached across and ran his knuckles down her cheek, his eyes becoming heavy lidded with desire. “Take your time.”
“Look, I don’t want just a fuck. I want more, but I don’t know if we could work out long term.” His hurt look cut at her heart and she tried again. “Being a Domme is part of who I am, it’s as much a part of me as my hair or the color of my eyes. I was born this way, and I can’t become something I’m not in order to please someone. I need someone who won’t just be my partner, but will also be my submissive. And I don’t want someone who will fake it. I want someone who craves my dominance.”
He closed his eyes and thunked his head back against the seat. “Right now my cock wants me to say whatever I need to in order to get you into my bed, but that wouldn’t be fair to either of us. I don’t know if I can be, you know, like that with you.”
“How about this? You do some research and call me if you have any questions.”
“'Kay.” The look he gave her let her know that phone call would probably never come. “I’ll see you around, Doc.”
“I really hope you call, Wyatt.”
He shoved the card into his pocket and got out of the car without looking back. “Thanks for the ride.”
Before she could say anything more he shut the door and left her alone with her thoughts, the scent of his cologne and the alcohol on his breath still hung in the air. As she watched him walk into the building she had to fight herself to keep from running after him. Every word she’d said had been true, and she told herself that if they were meant to be together he’d call. Still, as she pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the main road she didn't wipe away the tears that rolled down her cheeks.

Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.
From a young age she's been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.
Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.