Saturday, December 6, 2014

Guest Post - Jennifer Lynne

Heart's Destiny
by Jennifer Lynne


Release date: 4 December 2014
Genre/Length: Light erotic romance (M/F), 23,500 word novella

Blurb:
Eve Perroniʼs quest to find her past leaves no time for love, until a chance prediction leads to the seductive Ky Ransom and a destiny that could make—or break—both their hearts.
Reeling from the death of her mother and the realization that she was adopted, Eve Perroni embarks on a quest to find her birth family. A chance encounter with a mysterious fortune-teller leads her to the Australian bush and Cavanagh Cottage, the birthplace of her infamous outlaw ancestor. She intends to research and write the story of her past, but in doing so finds herself in direct conflict with charismatic developer Kyan Ransom—the very man she has been told will fulfil her heart’s desire for a future centered around family…if she will just allow herself to love him.
Ky needs Cavanagh Cottage almost as much as Eve, and he has the money to get what he wants. Every single time. Can these two souls on a collision course find the true love that has been predicted, when everything they are searching for could be snatched away at any moment?
Heart’s Destiny was first published as part of the multi-author boxed set, Seduction - One Fortune at a Time (Cupid Publishing, 2 Sept 2014). This individual novella edition contains several expanded scenes.

Author Bio:
Jennifer Lynne lives in Melbourne, Australia, and writes short contemporary erotic romance - mostly with paranormal/fantasy elements. She is published with Red Sage and Breathless Press. In 2011, she embarked on an indie journey with the publication of her Gods of Love romance series featuring erotic Greek gods and modern-day mortals in need of sexual healing. Find out more at Jen's website: http://www.jenniferlynne.com.au  

Short Adult-rated (18+) Excerpt from Heart's Destiny:
What would it feel like, to be trapped beneath someone like you? To hand over power and control, to be totally at your mercy, thrashing in a parody of escape, only to have every thrusting movement drive you deeper, make you harder. Send you over the edge, taking me with you…
Longer Adult-rated (18+) Excerpt from Heart's Destiny:
Waves of sensation kept washing through her body. She couldn’t stop shaking, especially when he stood, grabbed her butt cheeks and lifted her up in the air, and then straight down onto his waiting cock. There was no finesse. No delicate prodding to ensure the breach was gentle. No chance to change her mind. He was big, and she was out of practice, but the force of his thrust as well as their combined sex fluids aided his entry. Her eyes widened and she clutched at his shoulders to maintain balance. His guttural groan, and the pressure of his organ rooted so deep inside her, ignited little flames within her womb. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and hooked her ankles together behind his back.
Don’t think. Just feel.
He took a step forward and lay her on the table top, their bodies still joined. When he bent to kiss her, she could taste her own fluids on his lips and tongue. It mingled with his flavor to create a heady aphrodisiac that ramped up her need ten-fold. She sucked in his tongue, forcing it deep in a parody of what they were already doing. He moaned down in his throat with a vulnerable sound that she swallowed into oblivion.
The thrust when he fucked her was harder than she’d ever felt, and she broke off the kiss to release her own pent-up moans. “Ky.” She couldn’t say anything beyond his name. There was so much going on, not only physically but in her mind and her soul. It’s too much. All she could do was go with this moment, let him fuck her, until there was nothing left but this gorgeous creature hammering into her body with a force that rasped the flesh of her back along the wooden table. Pain. Pleasure. Up and down. Over and over. Pounding. Grunting. Groaning.
“Oh my God, Eve.” He was shuddering, she could feel it in his limbs. His eyes were so dark with hunger they were close to black. His hands clamped around her wrists and imprisoned her arms somewhere above her head. “You’re incredible.”
“I’m just…” She could hardly get the words out. “Lying here.”
“But so fucking sexy, spread out over the table.” He pounded again and she dug her heels into his ass cheeks, trying to force him deeper still. “I can smell your need. I can see it in your face.”
Their combined scent was wafting around them. “I can smell it too.” She wanted to touch him, to explore the straining muscles of his body as he continued to move, but he wouldn’t let go of her wrists. She groaned and fisted her hands. “Let me…I can’t…oh please, help me forget, Ky. I don’t want to feel anything except you.”
It was like someone else had taken over her body and was encouraging her to do and say things that were not of her own free will. Part of her stayed separate from the raging need, watching with a sense of dismay as she gave up her body to his. Not him. Not here, and not like this.

Book Buy Links

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All Romance eBooks, Barnes&Noble and Apple iBooks - coming soon. 


It is also listed at Goodreads - http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23595574-heart-s-destiny

Sunday, November 16, 2014

Guest Post - V.K. Black

I love having my fellow Aussie authors here on Willsin's World - even more so when it's an author I've met in person! Please stand and give a hearty hip-hip-hooray for the lovely V.K. Black!

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Willsin, thank you so much for having me on your blog and giving me the opportunity to talk about my latest release, Unexpected Places, published by Escape Publishing.

This sexy action romance was great fun to write. I mixed together the vibes from three of my favourite movies, Raiders of the Lost Ark, Six Days and Seven Nights, and Romancing the Stone. Then added a little Australian flair and a pinch of spicy food. Stirred thoroughly. And… I can't think of another cooking analogy.

Anyway, the result was Unexpected Places. ☺



Blurb

One treasure map; a pair of priceless emeralds; two very keen hunters — only one can win, but who says that competition can’t be a little fun?
When sweet, pretty Ariana Noonan knocks out treasure hunter Luke Donahue with a champagne bottle and steals his treasure map, he vows to get his map back, find the missing priceless emeralds…and exact a fitting revenge. 
When Luke finally discovers Ariana in a dingy hotel on a remote tropical island, she’s in desperate straits and he finally gains the upper hand. Of course he will rescue her. His price? They act on the attraction that’s been simmering between them from the very beginning. 
But all is not as it seems, and Luke’s sexy bargain turns up not only an unbelievable secret, but Ariana’s reasons for wanting the emerald. Suddenly, nothing is clear-cut anymore, and map or no map, Luke and Ariana are sailing into uncharted territory.


Excerpt

Because I'm trusting your readers will be able to handle a little swearing, Willsin, I've included this excerpt, when Luke finds Ariana.

Luke stood with his hand on the doorknob, his back to her.
  As he turned, he let Ariana see the victory he knew was written on his face. Her eyes widened as he let her consider it, absorb it. He’d won. She’d lost. His eyes caressed her face, her body. He grinned, as he saw full comprehension hit her. Time for the winner to take the spoils. ‘Now this is where my revenge gets interesting, sweetheart. Yes, I’ll get you off this island. But you have to pay the price.’
  And she would have a good idea of what that price might be. No need to be nasty. Just take what he wanted. Shit, she fucked men for a living. And he knew she wanted it too. She’d wanted him in Sydney, and he knew she’d enjoyed checking him out when he arrived here in her nasty little room.
  Luke strolled toward her and placed his hand at the small of her back, drawing her up to him, till the hard line of his body pressed against her soft breasts. She was so tiny. Fragile. The word echoed uneasily in his mind and he argued with it. I’m not going to hurt her. He’d make it good for her, he swore.
  Though he’d make sure he kept her well away from the emeralds once he found them. As he stared down into her wary eyes, he couldn’t resist reaching out and caressing her soft cheek.
  What the hell was he doing? Getting all soft and cuddly with a piranha? Ariana had that sweet, vulnerable act down pat. He reached around and, grabbing her delectable bottom, dragged her small, curvy body against his.
  ‘The deal is, Moonbeam, I’ll take care of you, and get you home eventually. But I’ll keep the emeralds when I find them.’ As he let his hands roam up to her narrow shoulders and then down the curve of her hips and back to her cute, sexy backside, he decided he might as well spell out all her duties. ‘And you’ll take care of me. You’ll cook for me and serve me my drinks.’ He enjoyed the way she stiffened and narrowed her eyes. He grinned. ‘But your main duty will be me. You’ll give me sex any time I want it. Any way I want it.’


You can purchase Unexpected Places at Escape Publishing. They have all the Buy Links.


And you can check out V.K. Black's website for more excerpts and reviews.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Guest Post - The Lovely Eden Summers!


Throw back a shot of pure pleasure.
Vault of Sin, Book 1
Leo Petrova is between a rock and the hard place in his pants. Shot of Sin, the night club he owns with his two best friends, is short one bartender downstairs. The only available replacement is the upstairs bar manager—the one woman Leo knows he can’t take downstairs, can’t have, can’t touch. The one time he gave in to temptation convinced Leo that Shay’s no match for his sexual demands.
Only a select few know Shot of Sin’s guilty secret, that beneath the packed dance floor lies a very private sex club—the Vault. The place Leo can let his sexual proclivities run wild.
Shay Porter is curious as to why her boss, the king of mixed messages, seems almost desperate to keep her from discovering what’s on the other side of the guarded door at the back of the club.
Sliding out of her comfort zone and into Leo’s arms risks everything. Their friendship, the Vault, and most of all, their hearts.
Warning: This sex club does not carry the government’s stamp of approval. Contains devilish debauchery, delightful deviance, and dancing on the edge of the darkest of sexual desires. 
Add a Shot of Sin to your Goodreads TBR here.

Release Date: 13th of January, 2015

Check out Eden’s other books.


ABOUT EDEN
Eden Summers is a true blue Aussie, living in regional New South Wales with her two energetic young boys and a quick witted husband.
In late 2010, Eden's romance obsession could no longer be sated by reading alone, so she decided to give voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her mind.
Eden can't resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also serves retribution with a feminine smile on her face.

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Sunday, October 26, 2014

Crimson Desires! Erotic Vampires! Heh...it rhymes...


Crimson Desires: An Erotic Vampire Anthology
Releases October 25th 2014
Publisher: Lyrical Lit. Publishing

CRIMSON DESIRES: AN EROTIC VAMPIRE ANTHOLOGY

*****Warning: This book contains blood, sex, and vampires doing naughty things only mature audiences should read.*****

10 steamy Vampire stories in one erotic multi-author bundle to set your nights on fire. Vampires have never been sexier…

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GOODNIGHT SAM by Inger Iversen ~ The tragic history of Sam and Hope, who have existed as vampires since the eighteenth century. Sam has grown weary of the new world along with the escalating conflicts of his kind and wishes to attain peace in what is know as 'the true death', while Hope desperately desires to pursue a more fulfilling life together.

ONE NIGHT WITH A VAMPIRE by Rozlyn Sparks ~ Sometimes the only way to forget the pain of a broken heart is to get back in the saddle. At least that is how Daphne’s friends see it. And since Daphne isn’t showing any signs of letting that happen, they take it into their own hands. Blindfolded, Daphne is whisked away to the famed, House of Immortal Pleasures, a vampire-run Brothel in Pahrump, Nevada, for a night of fun to exorcise her demons of boyfriends gone bad..

ALONG CAME A KILLER by Dicey Grenor ~ He’s a vampire who has found his calling in being a hired killer. Nothing’s better than taking out his targets, until he gets one he’s unsure how to handle. **This novelette (app. 12,000 words) occurs at the end of Sleepy Willow’s Loosed Soul (Vol. 3), before the Epilogue. One of the characters makes it to Wolf’s Fire (Vol. 3.2). Read to find out which one. If you are new to The Narcoleptic Vampire Series, ALONG CAME A KILLER can be read out of order or as a standalone.**

INDIGO by Willsin Rowe ~ After nine centuries, Caleb Durant believes he’s seen all the world can offer. Life has lost its music, and even hunting has become monotonous. But when he catches the essence of curvy young violist, Indigo Byrne, everything changes. Is she the one to bring music back into his immortal existence?

CRIMSON ADDICTION by Emily Walker ~ Vampire services are the norm now that they’ve decided to work alongside humans. Some of the services provided are more taboo than others. One night of bliss with a monster is never enough. Tamara should’ve known anything that good was just too dangerous. Now it’s the only thing consuming her thoughts. How will she ever escape its grip?

HALLOWEEN FANTASIES by Rozlyn Sparks ~ Touted as the sexiest party of the year, the annual Halloween Fantasy Ball is the one place a girl can let loose and succumb to her wildest fantasies.

Disguised as a sexy vampire huntress, Sasha captures the attention of Dante, a real life creature of the night. For Sasha, meeting bona-fide vampire is enough to fulfill one of her life long fantasies. She’s ready to go home a happy woman.

But Dante has other plans. It is after all, a night of fantasies, and he has a few of his own to share.

FOR THE LOVE OF RENATA by Lissette E. Manning ~ Renata Lorrie never expected to feel the way she does, most especially when it comes to her beloved Jackie. Amidst the ensuing chaos, she gives in to her hunger and insatiable desires. When love and passion collide, anything is possible, a certainty she’s learning every step of the way.

BITTEN by Morgan Black ~ Eve Mallory is a stuck up prude with a dead end newspaper job. But when her boss offers her a chance to write a story about the hottest sex club in town her whole world changes. Eve thinks she’s just at Red to get the scoop, she never expects to be brought into the elite circle of Vampires who are wealthy, beautiful, and hungry. Possibly for her blood. And then there's Derek, with his piercing blue eyes, incredible build, and smug understanding of Eve. Why does he know so much about her? And what is it about his touch that makes her tremble?

BLOOD PURPLE, BOOK ONE OF THE BLOOD SERIES by Ashley Nemer ~ In a world we think we know, live other races entirely hidden from the mortal perspective. Creatures of legend, of fable and myth, their very history and nature have allowed them to walk side by side with humans since time immemorial. They are warriors, they are hunters, and they are Algula. Vampire. And in their own midst, a battle is brewing for supremacy, for dominance, that can and will affect all around them. Old hatred never dies and vengeance is a fiery sword that cuts a bloody swath.

THE ROSE CHRONICLES by Julieanne Lynch ~ Young, beautiful and naive, Bianka doesn't understand the price she has to pay with being the chosen one. The choices she makes will forever change life as she knows it. More so when she becomes a vampire with insatiable thirsts and desires.


Author links:

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Dicey Grenor

Inger Iversen

Julieanne Lynch

Rozlyn Sparks
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Willsin Rowe

Morgan Black

Friday, October 17, 2014

Guest Post - J.E. Taylor

The Ryan Chronicles Trilogy
The Ryan Chronicles – Books 1,2,3
J.E. Taylor

Genre: Paranormal Romance /
Paranormal Suspense

Publisher: JET-Fueled Fiction / 
Novel Concept Publishing, LLC

Date of Publication: 10-17-14
ASIN: B00N078SEA

Cover Artist: Cora Graphics

Book Description:
The Ryan Chronicles - Book One: Saving Grace
When CJ Ryan's girlfriend decides life is less complicated without him, CJ travels a destructive path into despair, walking the line between what's right and what feels good. But what feels good is a dangerous slope to travel, especially when Lucifer wages war for his soul.
One wrong step and CJ could fall into the devil's trap, becoming no better than the demons he battles.

The Ryan Chronicles - Book Two: Raven Heart
CJ Ryan still can't remember a thing about his past, but he is determined to have a future with Valerie. Despite his lack of memory, he finds himself ensnared in the cutthroat world of entertainment whether he wants it or not. The push into the spotlight shines a harsh glare on his family and brings with it a plague of horrors that drag him to the edge.
With the darkness of the past threatening, CJ turns to his brother looking for answers, but when an enemy with a psychotic history re-enters their lives, it will take more than just his memory to save them.

The Ryan Chronicles - Book Three: Trinity's Wrath
CJ Ryan's life seems to have fallen into place, and while the backdrop of his Hawaiian honeymoon provides the perfect healing elixir, the guilt of sentencing his father to an eternity of torture at Lucifer's hands starts to intrude on his happily-ever-after.
When he and Valerie return from Hawaii, a note from the king of hell greets him, outlining in sickening detail his plans for CJ and those he holds dearest.

With everyone he loves on Lucifer's hit list, CJ must start living up to the bargain he made in Heaven, but every one of Hell's gates he closes is one less portal available for his father's escape.

Available at Amazon




Excerpt from book 1: 
She smiled and I felt a need stir inside me, and it had nothing to do with my heart, or soul, for that matter.
“You really let a demon tie you up?” Dimples appeared in her cheeks and mine bloomed with heat.
I shifted, focusing back on the darkness beyond the glass, suddenly uncomfortable and unable to look at her. I swear my face must be the shade of a bright red kickball. “I wasn’t exactly myself,” I said without looking at her.
She chuckled.
The kind of chuckle that was meant as a turn on and I slid my gaze to her. “You like your men tied up?” I raised an eyebrow. It was her turn to blush and she grinned, shrugging and looking back outside. Before I could explore more of this conversation, she took a step back, dragging me with her.
There must have been a dozen pale creatures slinking across the back yard. I gave her hand that gripped my upper arm a gentle pat and she turned her frightened gaze to me.
“They won’t get through.” My voice held confidence, but deep inside, I was trembling just as much as she was. Damian, Steve, and I had wiped out more than this at the cove, but that was three of us and of course Paradise Cove probably had a lot to do with it.
We both focused on the approaching horde and without much thought, I slung my arm around Valerie’s shoulder and pulled her close. It was time to concentrate on the deadly quality of the wall I put up. I wasn’t sure of how much sizzle to put into it.
“I want to see them burn,” Valerie said, answering my silent contemplation and a chill ran up my spine.
She had every right to hate these creatures as much as demons and I concentrated, glaring at the approaching danger. Saliva ran from their lips and their teeth gleamed in the moonlight. My heart pounded in my chest, sending throbbing vibrations through my skin. The harder my heart beat, the hungrier the approaching vampires looked.
“Just a few more feet,” I muttered, focusing on the entire perimeter of the house because I wasn’t as much of an idiot as they thought. This wasn’t the only line of assault. Still, when they advanced, I took a cautious step backwards, pulling Valerie with me. The power inside me grew and I couldn’t tell whether it was the adrenaline or the power raking across my skin like a hundred finely manicured nails. The sensation grew, moving from the land of pleasure into the world of discomfort and I gritted my teeth.
“Come on, you motherfuckers,” I growled, loud enough for their acute hearing to pick up. I moved Valerie behind me and positioned myself in a fighting stance, waving them in with my leading hand. The results were memorable.
They all launched towards the glass slider and the moment they hit my invisible barrier each vampire burst into a ball of flame. The roar of fire drowned out their screams, but I heard them and the dark part of my soul reveled in it.
Valerie let out a high pitched laugh and I glanced back at her, smiling.
She met my gaze with a measure of awe. “The only one I ever saw do something that impressive was Michael.”
Being compared to an archangel was humbling and I glanced outside at the black dust spinning on the wind. “I’m not an angel.”
“Oh, I gathered that,” she said and stepped away.
I turned towards her. “What do you mean by that?”
“You’re more recent activities?”
I shoved my hands into my pockets and stared at the floor, shamed by the fact she was privy to my more decadent actions. Instead of apologizing, I lifted my gaze to hers, studying the memories of her past, especially the times after the more traumatic events. Naomi was right about one thing. The girl never freaked out. Ever.
And therein lay the challenge.
I let a grin slowly surface and narrowed my eyes, stepping closer. “So, you want to try out some of those ‘activities’ with me?”
She laughed. The kind of laugh that bruised a man’s ego and when she went into the gale realm, I crossed my arms, my good humor turning sourer by the second.

About the Author:

J.E. Taylor is a writer, a publisher, an editor, a manuscript formatter, a mother, a wife and a business analyst, not necessarily in that order. She first sat down to seriously write in February of 2007 after her daughter asked:

“Mom, if you could do anything, what would you do?”

From that moment on, she hasn’t looked back and now her writing résumé includes more than a dozen published novels along with several short stories on the virtual shelves including a few within eXcessica anthologies.

In addition to being co-owner of Novel Concept Publishing , Ms. Taylor also moonlights as a Senior Editor of Allegory an online venue for Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror. She has been known to edit a book or two and also offers her services judging writing contests for various Romance Writers Association chapters.

She lives in Connecticut with her husband and two children and during the summer months enjoys her weekends on the shore in southern Maine.

Visit her at www.jetaylor75.com and sign up for her newsletter for early previews of her upcoming books, release announcements, and special opportunities for free swag!

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Books by J.E. Taylor

The Ryan Chronicles Series
Saving Grace
Raven Heart
Trinity’s Wrath (10/17/2014)
The Ryan Chronicles Trilogy (10/17/2014)

Night Hawk Series:
Night Hawk
Tigress
Trinity Rising 
Night Hawk Trilogy

Steve Williams Series:
Dark Reckoning
Vengeance
Hunting Season
Georgia Reign
Crystal Illusions
Saving Face
The Steve Williams Series (all six books in a box e-book set)

The Death Chronicles Series:
Don’t Fear the Reaper
Highway to Hell
Knocking on Heaven’s Door
The Death Chronicles Trilogy

The Games Series:
Survival Games
Mind Games
End Game
The Games Trilogy

Other titles: 
Steam – Anthology
Glimpses – Anthology
Messiah

Short Stories by J.E. Taylor
Miami Heat
Mile High 
Office Games
The Raising 
The Seduction of Sir Galahad
Armageddon
Harvest Moon
Abyss
Grayson House
Nightmares
The Understudy

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

This, I Can Do

You know what I realised the other day? It's been well over two years since I released a Willsin Rowe book. I've had short stories in anthologies. I've released some stories under different pen names. But no Willsin books.
In that period of time, I spent time co-writing with my buddy in Las Vegas, the super Katie Salidas. We cranked out a good few books and it was a blast, but we've decided to call an end to that side of our partnership. We're still working together on behind-the-scenes stuff, but just not putting out stories any more.
So as I say goodbye to the Salidas & Rowe writing partnership, I say hello to being a solo writer again! And it almost feels like a debut.

And to celebrate getting back on the horse, I've released a short story entitled "This, I Can Do". It's a super-sweet and romantic story that still doesn't skimp on the smexy behaviour. It's the tale of a young mother who's dealing with all the changes that motherhood brings–both in lifestyle and in her body. Can a man truly write this kind of story convincingly? Well, I invite you to take a chance and see!

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Teresa Ross is having the morning from hell. Still fairly new to motherhood, the changes to her once-slender body are one thing. But a teething baby she can't calm and the sleepless nights that go with it have drained her resources. 
Even a phone call to her calm-voiced husband Bradley does nothing. But when he surprises her by coming home from work, everything suddenly feels right. 
The lustful look in his eye lights a fire inside her that she feared had been doused forever. Far from being disgusted by the jiggly bits and stretch marks that taunt her in the mirror, Bradley sees the desirable woman she’s always been – with a whole lot more depth and character. 
When Bradley uses his daddy-magic to get the baby to sleep, the world is suddenly a beautiful place. But when he sends Teresa to bed, rest is the last thing on her mind. 
To truly connect with her husband again, she’ll have to put aside her body issues. Under Bradley’s tender touch and fiery eyes, suddenly that seems like the easiest thing in the world to do. 

EXCERPT: 
The bed was comfortable and the morning was warm. With the blinds closed, the room had a twilight feel about it. The night had been awful, and my handsome husband was tending our beautiful baby. The house was quiet and the bedroom was toasty. Conditions were perfect for a long and well-deserved sleep. 
So it was sweet torture to realize I was horny like I couldn’t believe. Damn Bradley and his hand on my hip. Damn his words of praise. And most of all, damn those beautiful eyes of his, roaming all over me. 
My shower interlude had done less than nothing. It was like killing one ant, only to awaken the entire colony. The tickling want in my pussy had only one cure, and, after four months of discomfort, 19 hours of agony, and seven months of parenthood, it was the one that scared me the most. 
My husband’s cock. No matter how much I’d missed the feel of him inside me, the way he’d rock his hips against me and pin me to the bed and draw long moans from within me, I’d let fear block me. And fear had become a habit. A habit that needed breaking as soon as possible. 
Everything was quiet in the house. Either Bradley had left with Abbie, or he’d done the impossible, and actually gotten her to sleep. 
“Babe?” I remembered my sister using that voice. The one you try to project three rooms away without actually making any noise. 
He nudged the door open. Abbie was still in his arms, but with a pacifier in her mouth she was finally, blissfully asleep. Or maybe it was the warmth and strong pounding of her daddy’s chest. Hell, I’d long ago lost count of the times I’d fallen asleep listening to Brad’s heartbeat. 
“Babe, why don’t you put her down?” 
“Aw, I don’t get to hold her like this all that often.” 
I drew the covers slowly down and showed him where my hand was. “Oh. okay. Please yourself. And I’ll just have to do the same.” 
Bradley moaned as he once again studied my naked body. “Oh, god. I’ll be right back.”

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Sunday, September 21, 2014

Guest Post - Lisabet Sarai

Here's my chance for a fanboy moment! The fabulous Lisabet Sarai has kindly agreed to share her brand new release on my little blog here! (It's exceedingly difficult not to have a Wayne's World "I'm not worthy" moment here, ya know!)

But enough of Willsin's Waffle™. Let me hand over to the lovely Lisabet herself.

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One Night in Bangkok
By Lisabet Sarai




Bangkok, Thailand, has a split personality. It is famed for its glittering temples, vibrant street markets, deliciously fiery cuisine and abundant hospitality. At the same time, its go-go bars and sex shows, transvestite cabarets and ready flesh for hire have given the city a rather sleazy reputation as one of the sin capitals of the world.  A seam of darkness runs through Bangkok, flowing slow and deep as the Chao Phraya River that winds its way through the City of Angels.

The reality, of course, is far more complex than either stereotype. I know the city fairly well, having lived there for two years during the nineties and visited often in the years since. My first novel, Raw Silk, celebrates the exotic, sensual side of Bangkok. Kate, the expat heroine, finds herself as dazzled by the opulent glamor of her royally-connected lover as she is by the tender ferocity of her tattooed Master.  


My new release, an erotic thriller entitled Bangkok Noir,  explores the seamier side: sex for sale, official corruption, violent crime. It includes M/f, F/f and femdom scenes, as well as some real violence (though not in the context of sexual arousal).

Diana Fanning, aka the Professor, runs The Academy, the only genuine BDSM bar in Bangkok. She's the first person police colonel Apichat Weeranwongsakul consults when a bar girl turns up brutally murdered, tightly bound, with clamped nipples and every orifice stuffed with sex toys. The colonel figures the killer might be one of her customers. But he has his own secrets. He needs Diana to satisfy his shameful dreams of being beaten and abused. Meanwhile, a mysterious American named Sam stalks Nok, the lovely natural dominant who is the Professor's star performer. Nok is used to being the one in charge. She can't understand why she craves the discipline Sam administers.

As more women are slaughtered, always in kinky circumstances, the Professor finds herself in an exclusive world catering to the perversions of Bangkok's wealthy and well-connected. Simultaneously looking for evidence and satisfying her own lusts, she doesn't realize until too late that the power she's used to wielding won't save her from becoming the serial murderer's next victim. 

Here’s an excerpt, in the voice of the Professor, who is about to punish the colonel for betraying her. 

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I didn't tend to keep kinky paraphernalia around my place, but a skilled dominant can always improvise. A cotton sport sock to cover his erection, held in place by a couple of elastic bands, and some surgical tape to fasten it to his belly, and voila! I had a makeshift cock cage. "If you come," I warned while I handled him, "you'll wish you'd never been born."  
"Yes, Ajarn," he replied through gritted teeth. 
"Now you can bend over. Reach backward to grip the rail. Raise that ass of yours up where I can reach it." 
Once he was in position, I retrieved the rope and began to secure him to the sturdy brass bar. My slick thighs rubbed together and my clit pulsed as I moved behind him. He looked so deliciously vulnerable. Eager as I was, I forced myself to slow down, building the tension each time I wound the rope around his wrist and the bedstead. The white hemp strands made a lovely contrast with his swarthy skin. 
"Spread your legs." 
I bound his thighs to the internal bars of the headboard, to immobilize him further as well as for the aesthetic effect. By the time I was finished, neatly aligned loops marched from his groin halfway down to his knees. 
Apichat lay completely still, waiting for my next command. I traced a fingernail over the monochrome tattoos that decorated his brown shoulder, curlicues and ancient characters no doubt inscribed by a monk to ward off evil. He flinched at my touch.
"Are the ropes too tight?" 
"No, Ajarn." 
"Are they tight enough?" 
He didn't answer. I reached between his legs to test his balls. They were taut and high. My colonel was very excited. 
"Now for your beating. I'm not going to use your belt, though. That's for when you're well-behaved." 
Returning to the closet, I retrieved one of my own belts. Like the colonel's, it was fashioned of leather, but barely a centimeter wide. It would move faster and carry more of a bite, almost like a whip. And of course, if I really wanted to cause him pain, I could use the buckle end.
I shrugged off my robe and strolled to side of the bed, so Apichat could see both me and the belt. I brought it down hard on the mattress, half a meter from his face. "This is going to hurt like hell. And then, after your beating..." 
Leaving the sentence hanging, I pulled my harness out of the drawer in the bedside table and buckled it on. The soft leather-and-elastic straps fit snug as a second skin around my hips and thighs. The confusion in Apichat's eyes morphed to terror when I exhumed the dildo and settled it in place. I'm not sure whether that look or the press of the toy against my clit aroused me more. 
"No...please...not that!"
I stood akimbo, looming over his bound and prostrate form, my cock jutting from my loins. 
"Will you disobey me, then?"
"No, Ajarn, no. But I'm a man..." 
"You're a dog. A worm. A disloyal snake. Shall I untie you and send you away? Unpunished? I will if that's what you want."
"No, no, I need you to punish me."
"But it's up to me to decide on the nature of the punishment. Don't you agree?"
Fear, disgust and desire battled for ascendancy in face.
"Look at me." I gripped my cock and stroked it as though I were masturbating. Little sparks of pleasure sizzled through my pussy. "Am I your mistress?" 
"Yes...yes."
"Do you trust me?" 
A long silence and then, a whisper. "Yes." 
"Then do I have the right to fuck your ass, if that's what I feel like doing?"
"Um...uh...yes." A violent shudder seized him.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Ajarn. You have the right to fuck me." 

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