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29 July 2017

Book Blitz & Review ~ A Flogging Fantasy, The Spanking Experiments #3, by Ravenna Tate


A Flogging Fantasy
The Spanking Experiments, Book 3
by Ravenna Tate
Release Date: July 14, 2017
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Contemporary, May/December, BDSM, Erotic, Rubenesque


Despite her strict upbringing and meddling family, Glynis Coleman has entertained fantasies of being flogged all her adult life. But until she decided to answer an ad on a BDSM site, seeking participants for a survey on impact play, she had given up hope of fulfilling those fantasies in real life. And guilt over them led her to teach history in a Catholic high school, thus decreasing her chances of meeting anyone interested in indulging her secret desires.

Asa Baker, the Dom at Sensations who introduces her to impact play during one erotic night at the club, is everything she’s ever dreamed of. Handsome, charming, and he loves to use a flogger. Asa has been searching for the woman of his dreams, and it doesn’t take him long to realize he’s found that woman in Glynis. Now all he has to do is convince her of the same thing.


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Exclusive Excerpt

When he stops, my brain is a bit foggy, but that quickly dissipates as soon as he touches me. Strong hands caress my nipples, forcing loud moans from me. “How are you, Glynis?”

“Wonderful. Fabulous.”

“Do you need a break?”

“No. I need you.”

“You have me, sweetheart.” He kisses my neck while his hands drive me to distraction on my breasts, kneading them, teasing the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. I push back against him, rubbing my ass across his rock-hard cock. I want it inside me in the worst way.

He slides his hands down my abdomen, slowly, taunting me until I’m ready to scream with desire. I will beg him to fuck me if that’s what he wants.

Finally, he cups my pussy with one hand while the other slips around my ass and teases me from behind, rubbing my wetness and my inner thighs. “Look how wet you are. I could bathe in your pussy juices. It’s ridiculous.”

“You did that to me.”

His dick rubs my left ass cheek. “Look what you did to me. What should I do about that? What should I do with this swollen cock?”

“Fuck me with it.”

A soft chuckle sends shivers down my spine. “I’m not ready yet.”

I sigh loudly as his hands leave my body. Within seconds, I’m moaning again as he resumes swinging the flogger. His strikes aren’t as forceful as before. I suspect he senses I’m nearing my limits. Even though the pain is beginning to break through the pleasure now, I don’t want it to stop. I want him to push me to the very edge. I need to experience that.

Tears roll down my face and my moans have turned to grunts when he stops a second time. “You’re done, sweetheart.” I agree with him. He’s right. How he knew, I have no clue, but I have reached the limit.

He steps in front of me and kisses me, hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth. It strikes me I’m still bound to this cross, and that realization nearly makes me come. Is he going to fuck me like this? Oh, God, please, let him do that!

When he dips his head to suck on my nipples, I cry out loudly. My pussy contracts as pleasure races through me. I’m going to come before he gets that dick inside me. No doubt about it.

“Do you like this, Glynis? Should I keep you tied up?”

“Oh, please. Yes. Please, please, please.”

An adorable smile graces his face before he resumes licking and sucking my nipples. I can barely stand it now. I’ve never felt anything so damn exquisite in my life. When he stops, he walks over and grabs one of the chairs next to the cart where we ate earlier, and positions it in front of me.

“Time for dessert.” He takes a seat and I giggle at his comment, but soon I’m moaning loudly again as his mouth and fingers tease my labia and clit. He pushes two fingers inside my wetness, and licks my bud slowly. It doesn’t take long at all for a slow, lazy orgasm to crest. I’m unable to do anything except whimper by the time it finishes. I’m weak and trembling, but all I can think about is him fucking me now.

“Do you need to move somewhere else, Glynis?”

I glance down, and my pussy contracts again because his face is wet with my juices. “No,” I whisper. “Please let me stay here.”

“All right.” He stands and kisses me again. I drink it in, never wanting this night to end. When he releases the kiss, he steps back and pulls on his cock. His movements are deliberate, and he’s grinning at me the entire time.

“Asa…”

“What do you want? Tell me.”

“You know what I want. Please!”

“Say it, Glynis. Describe it for me.”

“Fuck me. Please fuck me.”



Review

You know what they say... "You gotta watch out for those quite Catholic girls."

Glynis has yearning to live out a fantasy but has never had the opportunity or the courage to make it come true. Then her luck turned around when comes across an ad looking for participates in a Spanking Experiment.

Asa's been looking for the right woman to love, something that could share his love for flogging and BDSM. As owner of the Sensations club he participates in the experiments and can't wait to see how his new participant will react to their night of erotic experiments.

Glynis is immediately smitten when she takes in Asa and her feelings deep as the night continues.

Asa quickly comes to terms with the knowledge that Glynis is very special and exactly who he's been waiting for.

When the nights, will they continue on the journey they started this night, or will the walk away after a sensational night and never look back?

Each story in The Spanking Experiments gets better and better. A Flogging Fantasy is a sultry, naughty, satisfying read that will require the reader take a cold shower when finished.

I love how Glynis knows what she wants and when in the right company, she isn't afraid to ask for it. She's isn't a fan of her looks, but after years of denying her desires she's not going to let her insecurities hold her back any more.

I adore Asa right from the start. The way he carries himself and always making sure Glynis is comfortable is heartwarming. What really makes him endearing is how he jumps feet first into a serious relationship with Glynis. He doesn't wait until the end of the night to make his desires known, he knows what he wants and he goes after it. Swoon!

A Flogging Fantasy is a everything it promises to be... a fantasy come true.

So if you are yearning for a read that will make your panties melt and leave you sated yet begging for more, then I would highly recommend you puck up this tantalizing tale.


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About The Author

Ravenna Tate lives in the Midwest where it’s cold six months out of the year, but inside her stories you’ll find plenty of heat. The sex is hot, the men are alpha, and the women give them a run for their money.



Book Tour ~ Illicit, Sin City Outlaws #4, by M.N. Forgy

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My desire for her is forbidden. My infatuation is illicit. I’m betraying my club. And if the wage of my sin is death, then this woman is going to get me killed.

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Illicit by M.N. Forgy is Now Live!

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I’m an animal, a member of the Sin City Outlaws motorcycle club that isn't capable of human compassion. So I’ve been told anyway.

Raven is my club’s prisoner. I’ve been ordered to break her. It should be easy given my violent history. But being this close to a woman—this woman—for the first time in a long time, is like sharing company with the demon Lilith herself.

She’s my perfect toy. Filled with a dark rage. Blessed with perfected beauty. Sinfully sweet and wickedly divine. Everything about her solicits the demons inside me

I want to hear her screams. I want those big, dark eyes looking up at me—silently begging me for mercy. I want to be her heaven…and her hell.

My desire for her is forbidden. My infatuation is illicit. I’m betraying my club.

And if the wage of my sin is death, then this woman is going to get me killed.

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Excerpt

“Kill me?” she whispers, her fingertips caressing my cheek. I want to push my body onto her, and feel her warmth against my skin one more time before I take her life and her body cools. I’m going to enjoy her. She’s dark and twisted.

I smile and bend down to get closer to her. Running my hand through her soft black hair I pet her, brushing her loose hairs away from her face. Fuck, I’m excited to play with her, hear her scream and watch her fear me. To quickly kill someone as pretty and smart as her would be a goddamn waste. Like breaking a toy before you got a chance to play with it, this needs to be done slowly.

“Oh no sweetheart, the fun is just about to start,” I threaten in a low whisper.

Something dark passes over her face, but she doesn’t break eye contact. It’s almost as if she sobers completely.

Suddenly a foot strikes me in the chest and I sail into the side of the van.

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m.n. forgy bio.jpgM.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She's a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn't live with the "what if" anymore and finally took a chance on her character's story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.

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Release Blitz & Giveaway ~ Nickel, Fallen Lords MC #1, by Winter Travers


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Series: Fallen Lords MC
Author: Winter Travers
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: July 29, 2017
Model: Lance Jones
Photographer: LJ Photography
Cover Designer: Melissa Gill @ MG BookCovers


Simple. Neat. Orderly.

A place for everything, and everything in its place.

Karmen Handel’s life growing up had been anything but quiet and simple. A deadbeat father, a mother who never wanted her, and a grandmother who could care less were the perfect recipe to ensure Karmen built a wall around herself and never let anyone in. When her past comes back to haunt her, Karmen has no one to help her. Until Nickel.

Complicated. Dirty. Restless.

Live to ride. Ride to live.

Nickel Cunningham lives free with the brothers he calls family and has never craved anything more until he met Karmen. The shy, quiet nurse who cares for his grandma caught his eye months ago, and he hasn’t been able to get her off his mind since. Nickel knows what he wants, but he’s never had to fight for it before. Until Karmen.









Three shots later, I was leaning heavily against the door as I opened it to Nickel, and a hiccup escaped from my lips. I might have gone one shot too many. “Hey,” I whispered, my free hand saluting him.

Yeah, I just saluted Nickel. Kill me now.

He pushed his way into my apartment, his arm circling my waist, and he pulled me to his side as he closed the door behind us. “Baby girl, did you start the party without me?” His face nuzzled my neck, and his lips brushed against my skin.

My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, and I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. “You smell good,” I sighed. I needed to bottle him up and put him on my dresser. His scent that is, although I actually wouldn’t be opposed to having Nickel in my room whenever I wanted him. “We should go to my room. It has a lock on the door.” I was tipsy enough to turn the lock on my bedroom door and never let him out.

A wonky smile spread across my lips, and Nickel leaned back to look down at me. “My girl is half in the bag and goofy as shit.”

Horny more than goofy, but I wasn’t going to point that out. I had gone from nervous as hell to putty in this man hands. “I might have had a drink or four.”

Nickel walked us over to the living room and pulled me down onto the couch with him. He grabbed my legs, swung them over his lap, and I leaned against the arm of the couch. “I confess, it was four.”




Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author who was born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons, and the place they now call home.

Winter spends her days writing happily ever afters, and her nights zipping around on her forklift at work. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, her dog Thunder, and Mexican food! (Tamales!)

Winter loves to stay connected with her readers. Don’t hesitate to reach out and contact her.



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28 July 2017

Release Blitz & Review ~ Keeping Her Close by Dani Wyatt









Black Rousseau has honored the code and kept his distance from the one thing in this world that means something to him. But things are about to change. Black’s just received the blessing he’s been waiting for since the moment he set eyes on his boss’ daughter.

Growing up in the biker bar her father owned, Roxie Lear dreams of getting out of Hell, Michigan. The only other thing she’s always wanted is Black Rousseau. But he treats her like she doesn’t exist. Until the day her father goes to prison, that is. And Black lets her know what’s been boiling behind his cool indifference all these years.

Will Black’s preparations to claim Roxie once and for all be too much for her? Will the darkness inside of him frighten away the only thing in this world he’s ever needed?

Author note: This alpha is a little dark and a bit brutal but he cherishes what is his. As always, this story is safe/no cheating with the perfect happy ending. Strap on your wrist cuffs and your safe word, this hot quickie of a smutty read will have you questioning your morals and wiggling in your seat.



Chapter One

Black.”

The newest waitress enunciates it like we’re fucking and she’s about to come. “Awesome. Name.”

She maintains eye contact, licking her bottom lip and crossing her arms under her tits, conspicuously pushing them up until they are all but spilling out of the uniform black tank top. The name of the bar, The Long Draw, is printed in silver glitter across the front.

Even in the middle of the day, this place is almost at capacity. But my ears are trained so even with the noise coming from the band rocking a Steely Dan cover and the hundred or so patrons yelling over each other in order to be heard, I still hear Ransom, the bartender, snort a chuckle behind me. I clench my teeth. In here, I’m all business. “You got your paperwork?” I feel my jaw pop.

I’ve never touched a single one of the girls who works here. This newb will quickly get the lowdown from the staff, that’s for sure. If she continues, I will shut that shit down so fast it will make her bleach blond head spin.

I’m not going to say I don’t touch the men who work here. It’s a rare occurrence, but I do not hesitate to shut their bullshit down as well, usually with a foot in their ass. A place like this, every night you gotta come in like a warrior. Ready for anything and prepared for everything.

The staff and the patrons here smell weakness like a shark on blood.

The irony is, with this iconic biker culture and all, you’d expect the man who founded it to be a biker. He’s not and I’m not.

I’ve never even been on a bike. Never wanted to. Not that everyone who comes in here rides up on their custom Harley, but when you own a bar in Hell, Michigan, you are going to attract your share of bikers from all over this country. All over the world, in fact.

My newest hire leans back in disappointment, checking her manicure, barely hiding her irritation that her flirtation met with my frigid demeanor. But I don’t care. She’ll learn that. I’m a son of a bitch, and it doesn’t bother me in the least.

I flip through her new-hire packet, making sure all the critical components are in order. I may not look it, but I’ve got a sharp eye for details. Running a business is all about the details and who ever thought a fuck like me would be good at anything? Let alone running a successful as hell bar that’s given me and the owner bank accounts to envy.

I don’t miss her eyes running me up and down as she stares, though it draws nothing from me but increased irritation.

“Looks good.” I hand the stack of papers her way, running a hand from my forehead to the back of my head, pushing the hair that’s constantly falling down back into place. “Take that and give it to Stella in the back. She’ll set up your section for tonight, give you house rules again, and you’ll train with Rita.”

She gives me a snarky eye roll as she comes back, “I don’t need to train—” But I cut her off without ceremony.

“There’s the fucking door.” I jerk my head to the left, where the bouncers are checking IDs and collecting the ten-dollar cover just to walk in. “Got it?”

To my surprise, she proves she has something between her ears, because without another word, she’s spun on her stiletto toward the back hallway.

Another snort from Ransom and I turn to see him squirt 7UP into four rocks glasses lined up on the worn wooden bar.

“If I had one tenth of the tail you have wagging in your face, I’d die the happiest man on the fucking planet.” He shakes his head as he tops off each of the four glasses with Seagram’s and a maraschino cherry, then lifts two in each hand onto Trina’s waiting tray. “Table six, beautiful.”

She rolls her eyes, but a wry grin plays on her lips as Ransom tops off his compliment with a wink.

“Shut the fuck up.” I stand from the barstool, arching my back.

I toss back the last bit of my smoothie with a satisfied grunt, then slide the glass to Ransom, smacking my lips together.

He knows I don’t poach; he and everyone else in this place. In fact, my lack of interest in anything resembling the opposite sex has become more than just whispers and speculation to the staff, but I don’t give a fuck. Think what they want, gossip all they want...sticking my dick in any pussy that offers was never my thing to begin with. And in the last six years, it’s not only just not my thing, it’s impossible.

“How do you drink that shit?” He shakes his head with a disdainful squint as he picks up my empty glass with his fingertips, as though it is tainted with Ebola.“I don’t taste it. I just drink it. Mind over matter.”

“Hemp seed and pea protein?” He looks like he’s going to vomit as he turns to put the glass in the sink. The sides are coated with the grainy remains of my daily regimen. “If I could refuse to make that for you, you know I would. There’s gotta be some rule about making some hippie health drink behind the counter of the biggest biker bar in three states.”

I choke out a laugh. “This isn’t a biker bar. It’s a tourist attraction.”

“That it is,” he agrees, tending to the next in an endless line of waitresses that will come and go from the service station on his twelve-hour shift.

Just at that moment, my senses prick, and I feel my back straighten. They say grizzly bears have the olfactory capacity to pick up scents from up to eighteen miles away. I think when it comes to Roxie, I’ve got that shit beat.

She’s not even around the corner yet, but I know she’s coming. It’s not even the scent. No, after all these years, it’s as though I see her with some sixth or seventh sense, something bestowed upon me by hell itself.

Because seeing her, smelling her, knowing she’s close and never being able to touch her has been my own personal living hell. But I’d take this torture every day until the end of my days just to know she’s close. Safe.

Having her in my life in any way has given me purpose.

But today, things are different. I want to hold her more than usual. Because she’s hurting and I can’t fix it. Fuck, I’m hurting, but that doesn’t affect me. I’ve learned to put away my emotions for her sake. Most people who know me think I’m a black hearted son of a bitch. And I can be. I am about a lot of shit, but truth is, when it comes to her, I’d give my right nut just to hold her in my lap.

Brush her fucking hair.

Listen to her tell me every thought and dream in that amazing mind.

My dick is hard as lead just knowing she’s about to step into my day, same as she has every day for the last six years. Only today, she needs me to step up into her world. More than ever. More than was allowed before.

And I intend to do just that, even if it kills me.


Review

Black is man that won't let anything or anyone stand in his way of claiming the one girl he's desired since the moment he first laid eyes on her.

Roxie has wanted one guy but doesn't believe she'll ever be able to have him. She's about to get the surprise of her life when her father informs her about his plans for her.

Everything had led to this and Black is going to make sure Roxie knows she belongs to him now. Roxie is at first a little scared about how Black is looking at her, but she quickly submits to what her heart desires.

Keeping her Close is a heart-stopping, pantie melting, proactive read that will make you weak in the knees. I love how Dani weaves a story that captivates the reader from start to finish, leaving the reader satisfied yet begging for more.

Black is dark, intimidating, and sexy. Roxie is sweet, kind, and loyal. And together, these two are electric and perfectly matched. Roxie softens Black's hard edges and Black brings out the naughty in Roxie.

If you are looking for a quick, sultry, thrilling read, then I highly recommend you pick up Keeping Her Close and let Black take care of you and all your naughty desires.


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Dani Wyatt loves her alpha men; make them military, cowboys, MMA -- any uber alpha with a wicked possessive streak and an insatiable libido. Receive a free exclusive unpublished title when you join Dani's private readers group for updates, free chapters and discounts.

She's a 40 something regular lady who just happens to love badass alpha males who pull your hair and love their women with a lethal passion.

When she's not writing (which is not often) she is probably laughing about some irony (like A-1 Steak Sauce is vegan), riding her horse, wondering why The Walking Dead can't have a new episode every night, or looking cross-eyed at some piece of technology sent to ruin her day.




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