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We want to wish everyone a very happy day! Take dad fishing, and stock up your kindle! While dad tries to land a big one, kick back and jump into a juicy book! Grab your copy of Always and Forever and Unlucky today!
We are shakin’ and drinking the day away with two extremely talented women who release their books today. So everyone, raise your glass, for Diane Leyne and Shae Shannon!
So Diane tell us about your book!
Welcome back to Club Libertine. In Books 1-4, you met the 6 men who founded the Club. Book 5 introduced the brother of two of the founders. In Book 6, you get to meet the man who literally wrote the book on BDSM and documented the principles that they all follow at the club, but will his provocative book cost him the woman he loves?
PhD and Dominant Joshua McClain is in love with sweet, naturally submissive innkeeper Jillian Madison. He’s visited the Inn twice and plans to claim her on his next visit.
She’s spent the last decade raising her sisters and when they leave home for university, she is looking forward to selling the Inn and starting a new life, putting herself first for once. But Joshua gives her something else to consider when he introduces her to BDSM. Could she submit to the extremely hot doctor who’s heated up her sheets, or does she need to be alone to spread her wings?
She agrees to stay with him at his island home for a month to give their relationship a chance, but throw in an author’s tour for his provocative new book The Dominant’s Guide to Owning and Training a Sex Slave and a vindictive ex and the obstacles may be insurmountable.
Jillian awoke and immediately knew something wasn’t right. She was alone in her bed. Again. She looked over and saw the other pillow was dented where Joshua had laid his head last night. She knew he had had to leave early. She had to be up at six, so she expected to be able to see him off, but clearly he’d awoken even earlier. She felt the disappointment wash over her as she lay back, looking up at the ceiling.
It took a few minutes to dawn on her that the room was awfully bright considering that, since her alarm hadn’t gone off, it had to be sometime before six a.m. She looked over at her clock and saw a piece of paper blocking the time from her view. She reached over and removed it, a smaller piece of paper fluttering to the ground, but she didn’t pay it any attention as she realized with horror that it was nine fifteen.
Crap. She was out of bed and dressed before she remembered the paper she’d thrown aside in her panic at the time.
Sorry to leave without waking you, but you seemed so peaceful. I’m going to roust Lena and Sandy to take care of things this morning, so I expect you to stay in bed until at least ten. I’ll be back in a four weeks. I wish it could be sooner, but I have to go over the England on a teaching seminar that I’ve committed to, and I always honor my commitments.
In the meantime, I’ve left your my business card with my e-mail address. I want us to spend the next few weeks getting to know each other better because I have a proposition for you when I get back. I want to make sure you have enough time to think about it before I show up on your doorstop asking for an answer.
I’ll expect an e-mail from you by tonight so we can set up some Skype sessions. And I’ll see you in person on September 10th.
She sat back down on her bed. He was coming back. She wasn’t just a one-night stand. She checked the clock. No, surprisingly, only a few minutes had passed. She decided to relax and think about what he’d written. What the heck did he mean by a “proposition”? Was he going to offer her a job? Was it an indecent proposition? She giggled. If it was more of last night, she was definitely interested.
Then she reread the note and frowned. Where was that business card? She looked all over and was relieved when she found it down beside the dresser where she’d dropped it in her haste. It was thick, and the paper felt expensive. She turned it over and saw his name, phone number, e-mail address, and a website.
Hopping out of bed, she powered up impatiently. He had a website. Why had she never thought of Googling him before?
Finally, the damned machine was up and running. It took her three tries to type in the web address correctly. The first thing her eyes went to when the webpage loaded was the photo in the upper right of the screen. It didn’t really do him justice, but she was thrilled that she’d get to look at his photo until the real thing returned in September. In the meantime she’d learn more about him and maybe do some reading in his area of expertise so they could talk about his interests when he returned. He was always so interested in what she did. Jillian wanted to be able to do the same.
She would start by reading his bio. Holy shit! She almost said it out loud. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. His area of expertise was human sexuality with a specialty in BDSM and he was a practicing Dominant with a strong interest in the relationship between pain and pleasure. He was a tenured professor with and currently on a year’s sabbatical from Washington State University. He lectured and taught around the world.
He’d written a multitude of articles on the subject. He had also written several academic books and a popular one, Introduction to Bondage, and apparently his latest which was going to be published in October was a practical training curriculum, provocatively entitled, The Dominant’s Guide to Owning and Training a Sex Slave.
It was described by the publisher as a “how to” for using BDSM to make one’s sex life more fulfilling for all parties by teaching the reader how to safely and sanely incorporate the principles of BDSM into their own love lives. It was targeted at both the lifestyle dabblers who just wanted to spice up things in the bedroom to the hard-core devotees who wanted to take practices to the next level.
He was currently single but looking for the right sub to collar and call his own.
He smiled. It wouldn’t be easy. She was sure to earn many punishments along the way, and part of him hoped she’d never truly stop challenging him because that would make the sweetness of her submission extra special when she gave it to him.
He took his time putting the things away and then headed downstairs. Jillian would find out soon enough that he had a fully equipped dungeon down there. He took a quick shower and changed into his leathers. He picked out a few toys that he’d had his assistant purchase at his request. He picked out a small crop, one that stung more than it hurt, a pair of basic nipple clamps, again ones that didn’t hurt too much. It would take time to get her ready to move up to the ones with the teeth that would cut into her tender nipples. For now, he’d use the basic tweezer clamps.
He added some lube and a small butt plug to pile of items on the counter. Hmm. What else? He smiled and added a blindfold, a ball gag, padded wrist and ankle cuffs, and a spreader bar. That would do for now. As much as anything, he wanted to see her reactions. He was going to introduce her to the delights of submission as slowly as she needed to move, given the one month constraint, but he wanted her to get used to the idea.
Then he grabbed the training collar he’d decided upon and the crop and headed upstairs to his waiting sub. Opening the door, he saw her kneeling as instructed. She’d looked up when the door opened and then quickly lowered her eyes.
She’d clearly been doing some reading because her knees were spread wide and her hands were resting palm up on her knees. He stood and stared and enjoyed the sight of the blush start in her chest and slowly spread up her neck until her cheeks were a flaming pink that clashed with her hair.
He stood in front of her taking in the sight of her first attempt at submission. He looked down at the pretty red curls between her legs. She definitely was a natural redhead. It was a shame they had to go, but he liked his subs bared to his touch. He moved his gaze higher. He loved her slightly rounded tummy, although she appeared to be self-conscious, sucking her stomach in under his prolonged gaze. He’d have to work with her on that, but now was not time.
His eyes moved higher. Her nipples were tightly beaded with arousal. He looked back down and smiled. He could see the cream on her thighs. He’d originally thought her skin was damp from the shower, but now he realized she was aroused.
He walked up to her, standing right in front of her. He could see her hands curl as she wanted to reach out and touch him but restrained herself. He reached down, using the crop to lift her chin so he could see her eyes.
“Very nice, slave.” He could see her start of surprise. “Why are you surprised? We discussed this on the drive down. On the mainland, you will be my sub, coming and going as you wish, submitting to my will in all matters sexual. But here on the island, you are my slave. You are mine to command in all things. Do you understand?”
“You may speak, slave. You may answer all direct questions. If you want to speak, you will say, ‘May I speak, Master?’ and then wait for permission. Speak, sub.”
“Yes, Master, I understand.”
“Good.” He placed the crop on the bed, and then he reached down and unfastened his pants, pulling then down far enough to pull out his rigid cock.
“Suck me off, slave. And no hands,” he added when she reached for him.
Jillian felt her eyes open wide. From the kneeling position, his cock looked huge. She couldn’t believe she’d had that monster inside her. She watched him fist his cock and aim it toward her mouth. “Open,” he commanded.
She opened her mouth as wide as she could as he pushed inside. Then he took his hands and wound them tightly in her hair, holding her motionless.
“I’m not going to last, so you are just going to relax your jaw and throat and take be as deep as you can. Just breathe through your nose and suck hard each time I pull back.”
And then he was moving in her mouth, not being gentle and not giving her a chance to struggle. He pushed relentlessly down her throat, always giving her encouragement and instructions. “Good girl, take me deeper. You can take all of me, can’t you? Remember, breathe through your nose.”
She concentrated on his words, desperately struggling to accommodate him and was shocked when she realized how deep he was when she felt his heavy sac against her chin and his hair tickling her nose.
“Swallow on me, slave.”
She did as he held himself deep. Then he started moving quickly, pumping himself in and out of her mouth.
WOW is about all I can say. I am so excited about this book and the series in general. Diane is an amazing author!
Now is the time you all need to welcome the extremely talented and quick witted Shae Shannon!
Shae, tell us about you book some:
An alpha wolf, and an alpha panther—both of which are hot, sexy, brick walls of ooh-la-la wrapped up in “yes please, give me more”—decide to pursue Giselle Shalay, things explode in a supernova of desire and need. She is torn between what her body craves and what her mind protests. She is a free-spirited, independent witch who could never succumb to the role of an obedient, mindless, submissive wife. Aiden Grey refuses to share Giselle, whether Brandon Knight is meant to mate her or not. Brandon tries to show him reason, but any discussions end up in blows. When push comes to shove, he turns to his pack and declares war against the panthers in a fight to win her hand.
Can they come to terms with what fate has dealt and work together in convincing Giselle that her place is with them, or will egos and misconceived ideas keep destiny from joining their hearts forever?
Brandon had exited Giselle’s quarters at the same time Aiden stormed out of his own room. Two strong, muscular, dominating alphas squared off. Not a word was spoken as they stood, chest-to-chest, glaring at each other. Neither one budged or broke eye contact. They radiated their dominance, exerting it out in waves around them. It was Aiden who spoke first, in an attempt to give command, with his eyes glowing, piercing into Brandon’s. “Before this goes anywhere, we need to find a more discreet location. Follow me.”
Brandon’s nostrils flared, his eyes narrowing. “You do not command me, dog. I damn sure ain’t following you anywhere. We can, however, take this outside, as I am sure you will agree that the seclusion of the forest will be in both of our interest.” Aiden didn’t flinch a single muscle. With a simple nod, he turned and proceeded down the hall. As they made their way out the back door of the mansion, a simple pointing finger was the only communication between the two. As soon as they faded into the lush confinements of the trees, both puffed up, ready for battle.
Aiden’s body vibrated from head to toe as he was teetering between man and beast. His teeth were now vicious fangs, elongating to sharp points that would rip and tear flesh. The alpha in him brought forth a stronger urgency to protect what was his. Through gritted teeth, he began to growl. “Why were you spying on my mate? I should rip you piece by piece and leave you for the buzzards! You have invaded her privacy in the most intimate ways! You call yourself an alpha? You are a disgrace to your kind!” He rolled his shoulders, accentuating every rippling muscle. He took the offensive position, ready to attack at any moment. His wolf fought for control, wanting to fight and talk later. The temptation was almost too great.
Brandon was fighting the transformation. Silver hair was sprouting out on his arms and claws began shooting out of his fingertips. It wasn’t until Aiden spoke that he was ready to fight ‘til the death. “Motherfucker, if I remember correctly you came out of her damn closet! You were obviously there uninvited as well! At least I went through the damn door! How dare you watch my mate! You can roll your fucking shoulders all you want, you mangy mutt, if you feel like you can handle it, jump! As for disgracing my species, look in the damn mirror, you piece of shit! Back off and stay away from Giselle or I will rip your heart out, entendes?”
Aiden had moved and was chest bumping against him. “Speak fucking English, you pussy! When I get done with you, you won’t be able to lick yourself clean! She is not your mate! She is mine, and I will have her! It is you who will back the fuck off of her!” As soon as the words had left his mouth, he reared back and slammed his fist into Brandon’s face.
Brandon didn’t falter but reciprocated with brute force. He returned the punch, hitting Aiden square in the nose, and followed it with a right hook that wiped the smirk off of his face. They began scrapping, both barely hanging on to their human form, knowing that if it turned to a battle of the beasts it would be an all-out war. They fought, shot for shot. One would get the upper hand only long enough to hand it back to the other. It was a true battle of equality.
Battered, bloodied, and bruised, the fighting finally dissipated and left both lying in the dirt on their backs. It was obvious to both that the odds were even. After their ragged breathing subsided, it was Brandon who broke the silence. “We both are meant to mate with her, Aiden. Fate is cruel but not impossible. Up until about an hour ago, I had no problem with you. Hell, we have been friends since we were kids. Giselle is special. She may not be a shifter, but she knows most of the shifter ways. She is wild, free, and unconventional. She will grow to accept us both.” He turned his head to see Aiden’s reaction. He had a small sliver of hope that the egotistical wolf would see reason. That sliver was soon smashed the moment he made eye contact with Aiden. Of course he has to be a fuckin’ douche on this. Why wouldn’t he? Obviously being an alpha doesn’t mean that you are the smartest because it looks like he only made the ranks from brawn.
Aiden gritted his teeth. Damn that fucking pussy for having a good point. I will just have to show Giselle that I am enough for her. I can satisfy all of her needs without help, damn it. I am not going to share my mate! She is meant to be the queen of my pack, the wolf pack. How the fuck could I share her with a damn cat alpha? She can’t be the queen of both. It’s unheard of. Fuckin’ game on. “That is impossible and you know it. How in the hell can she be the alpha mate to two different packs? It’s impossible. We would have to combine our families and live in a shared area. No one will go for that. It has to be one or the other.”
“You are stupid, Aiden. You know we are only given one mate in a lifetime. If either of us doesn’t mate with her they are destined to a life of misery. The heat will drive the unlucky son of a bitch mad, and loneliness will eat them to death. I don’t wish that on anyone, even you, dog. We have to come up with a solution. Don’t be stupid on this.”
“I am alpha! I will not share with a cat! There are no negotiations. I will fight for what is mine. Whoever is meant to be with her shall be.”
“Oh for shit’s sake! You are acting like a stupid child! ‘I am alpha hear me roar!’ Horse shit! I, too, will fight for what is mine, but I am not above accepting what fate has written. I do not think it needs to come to war, Aiden. Open your eyes and see things rationally and drop the egotistical pigheadedness for a second!”
“I am not listening to another word of this. Stay away from Giselle, Brandon, or you will not like the outcome.” He rose and brushed the dirt off of his clothing before heading back to the house without another word.
Brandon lay there for a few minutes, trying to process the events that had just taken place. This was not how things should be handled between two leaders. It’s strange how a woman can bring two strong, alpha men to their knees and make them act like adolescents. Unfortunately, one thing was obvious. Aiden was a dipshit, and he was going to learn the hard way not to fight fate. Brandon just hoped that innocent people wouldn’t be hurt during the lessons he was about to learn. Hopefully he could get a jump on the bullshit by talking to his beta and giving a heads up. It seemed that it might be necessary for the troops to be prepared for whatever Aiden wanted to bring. The safety of his pride was his only priority. He would not lose sight of his duties as alpha. He just hoped the damn mutt came to his senses before things turned into a major clusterfuck. He stood and brushed off his clothes, deciding it would be best to go in through the back to not draw attention. Things were about to get really interesting.
She erased all traces of any thoughts and emotions that were not connected to the way her body was at the edge of a cliff, trembling and begging to dive over the edge. “Yes, I am now. I won’t be for long if I don’t have you both now…hard, rough, and ferociously.” She glared at them both, giving her “come and get it” look. After a few words in a foreign tongue, the lights dimmed and the array of candles that surrounded the bed lit. With a wave in a circular motion, a bottle of lube came to rest in one hand.
“I do believe she is ready, don’t you, Aiden?” His right eyebrow was arched in a mimic of “The Rock, Dwayne Johnson” style.
“She is. I don’t know how she turned the ropes on us because she is not supposed to be calling the shots. I guess we can let it slide this time. Next time, sweet Giselle, no amount of hocus-pocus will get you out of the punishment I have in store for you. I will make sure you can’t flip the roles on me. Brandon, what do you think we should do with our naughty girl?”
In keeping with his previous impression, he gripped an invisible microphone, and in a loud tone, said, “Can you smelllllll what the Rock is cookin’! Oh yes, I do believe I know how we handle this wildcat. Aiden, if you don’t mind, please lie on your back. Giselle, straddle him.”
She hesitated. Her eyes darted at first to one then the other, rocking back and forth, obviously waiting for more explanation. A low, commanding rumble came from deep within Brandon. “Now, Giselle.” The simply stated order had her jumping. Her mouth opened to protest but snapped shut instantly. She moved over the top of Aiden, who lay with his hands perched behind his head. A small twitch of muscles gave away the amusement he appeared to be finding in the situation.
She scooted down to sit her pussy directly on his fully erect cock. Her eyes narrowed as she clenched in a few Kegel exercises, making her lips kiss his shaft. His reaction came in the form of a large hand yanking her flush against his chest. “You are killing me, woman. Put my cock in that sweet cunt.”
She reached between their bodies and rubbed the large head against her saturated folds. A deep, distant-like howl rang from the center of Aiden’s chest. “Put me inside you, Giselle, now!” The gruffness in his tone sent shivers up her spine. She twitched and shook. A huge hand slid up her ass to her lower back. Brandon steadied her and guided her to hover over Aiden’s cock. Aiden took his hands and attached them at her hips. His large, strong fingers bit into her flesh. The roughness and virile dominance shook her to the core. She was a bubbling active volcano threatening to erupt. Never in her life had she felt so worked up and needy. No man had ever stirred the desires she had buried deep within her. Her wild and forbidden side was drawing to the surface. She slammed down on Aiden’s enormous, hard dick, taking it all the way in. She sat rocked forward, allowing herself time to adjust to his large size. Her head lolled back in satisfaction, and soft, sensual whimpers slipped out of her lush lips. The hand on her back smoothed up and down, gradually leaning her against the firm, defined muscled wall of Aiden’s chest. Her extra sensitive nipples scraped against him, sending volts of electricity straight to her pussy. She clenched around him, earning herself a few thrusts in and out of her soaked tunnel. She ground down on him, rolling her hips in small circles to touch the delightful, sensual hidden spot deep within.
Brandon’s hand stopped the light caressing, and without warning, a burning sting sliced against the side of her ass cheek. She gasped. The smack vibrated through to her cunt, sending a gush of moisture to coat Aiden’s dick. He shoved upward rapidly and pulled her hips down to meet each stroke. She broke out in a sheer sweat. “Yes! Oh fuck! You feel so good, Aiden!” She was falling so deeply into the caverns of pleasure that she didn’t notice the gel being applied to her back hole. She flinched and stiffened when pressure pushed against it.
“Easy, love. I want you to listen to me and do exactly what I say. When I tell you, I want you to push against me. You will still feel a sting and pain at first, but it will quickly go away and turn to pleasure. Aiden, get her mind off of my cock sliding in her ass.”
“I think she will like the bite of pleasure slash pain, Brandon. Go easy at first. I guarantee you that she will be begging for more.” Before he finished his sentence, he held her hips in his grip and began fucking her hard. She was so lost in the clouds of serenity she didn’t feel Brandon working in her ass. When he broke through the tight ring, she yelped. “Okay, Giselle, push against me.” She did. Between Aiden’s attack on her needy pussy and the slow glide of Brandon entering her virgin ass, she fought back the peaking orgasm that threatened to consume her.
He was fully seated in her back entrance. She could feel both cocks pressing against each other through the thin wall that separated the two. When they began to move, she screamed. One would pull out as the other shoved in. They worked in perfect harmony. She felt a void as one exited, but the expertly synced motions sent her breathing into harsh panting. Giselle could feel herself sinking into the barriers of a wonderful subspace. Each and every nerve ending in her began to zap with sensations. She could feel the muscles of each man flex and tense as they seesawed in and out of her holes. Time seemed to stand still, and sounds dulled to a muffled hum as she floated effortlessly in her euphoric universe. Her screams echoed through the room, driving each man higher and higher. In mid-thrust, they changed their rhythm and both entered and pulled out of her slick channels at the same time before ramming back into her together all the way in a harsh pump. The abrupt transition slammed Giselle into the walls of orgasm. Her muscles suddenly constricted. An ear-piercing scream cut through the air. Both holes began to contract, milking the engorged rods, causing them to piston in and out frantically. She flopped between the muscled walls of both men in erratic jerks as her center combusted into cosmic explosions. She traveled down the slope of bliss, riding the sled of orgasm through each bone-rattling quake. Aiden began pounding into her strangling sex, grunting and yelping with each dip. She felt Brandon do the same, slamming into her ass with desperation. The strength of each thrust kept her floating on a never-ending orgasm. She couldn’t do anything but roll over and over in an entranced delirium.
She sensed Brandon cresting first. He gripped her waist with an ironclad vise to steady her while he sped his movements and deepened each stab with urgency. Just before he blew, Aiden joined in on the reckless urgency. Her body kept squeezing and sucking them with each jerk of orgasm. Without any further notification, both men growled at the same time, sending the remainder of electrifying thrusting punches against every nerve in her being.
She felt them simultaneously explode, filling her with their seed. They continued moving in her, carrying her orgasm on and on until she finally collapsed between their bodies, exhausted and paralyzed from total and complete satisfaction.
I am very thrilled about this book! If you don’t have it, I don’t know why you are still sitting here reading, click above and get your copy.
Thank you all for coming out and playing with me. I hope you all have your drinks and books and settle in for a long night… Happy Reading!
Hello! Today, we are partying our asses off in celebration of our very own smokin’ vixen, Beverly Price! She has a brand new release out, Unlucky, Lucky Montana and we need to get drunk, shake what the good Lord gave us, and rock this place! Beverly has worked so very hard to deliver an award worthy story, and went above and beyond. I have the honor to call her my BFF and Thunder Buddy, and it is an absolute joy working side by side with her. I want you all to get an inside look at the naughty little she-devil behind the stories! So, like a good friend should, I am going to tell a few dirty little secrets on her! >:)
First off, I have to let you see the cute little thing that she is. We will be up late at night texting and comparing ideas, when out of the blue I will get a pic of yet another pair of adorable wild socks. The woman loves toe socks, but even has knee high rainbow assortments of all designs. Her cute little piggies crack me up. She does her best writing with piggy tails and wine. Somehow, the more tipsy the girl gets, the hotter the scene is! She has left me snuggling up to the Mister on many nights! Her children are absolutely adorable. I have grown so fond of them that I consider them part of my kid-clan. They are adorable little hams that do and say the greatest things! Lets see… Oh! Without getting into trouble, in one of her books (not saying which, you gotta read them all and find out!) there is a scene that involves a wooden spoon getting broken. What you don’t know is that it was something from experience…. I guess Mr. Price has broken a brush handle across her hot little rump! Yummm! She looks like an innocent angel, but has a naughty side that brings her characters into the depths of kink, sweat, and delight! Okay, I think I need to hush before I get a brush used on me… he he…. (hum… I might like it! 🙂 )
I want to challenge all of you to snatch *snorts* your copy of Unlucky, Lucky Montana today and check out what this woman has delivered for our reading pleasure!
Piper Andrews is a secret romance author who has had nothing but bad luck all her life. Making a decision she hopes is the best, she moves in with her friend Sam, who lives in the small town of Lucky, Montana. Picking up what is left of her life, Piper is determined to finally get the luck in life she craves. However when a secret crush reappears, Piper is overcome with desire and for once in her life unsure what to do next.
Just out of the Marine Corps, Milo decides to make a new start with family and friends in his hometown of Lucky. Trying to keep his past in his past, he ends up running face to face with a fiery redhead who turns his world upside down. The downfall is that she is his sister’s best friend. Will Milo put away his fears to finally give in to the desires he now has for her?
Let me just say, Milo was so freakin’ hot. This book has so much fun in it, and a deeper story that adds so many dynamics to it that your interest literally keeps you glued to the pages. I loved it and can’t wait for the next!
Now, get out of here and show my girl some love. You won’t be disappointed! I have a bottle of Captain Morgan chilling and the glasses ready! Wine just doesn’t suit this event, so I am breaking out the good stuff!
Fun to be had! Time to win something extremely unique, and all you have to do it leave a comment here! Beverly is going to draw a name out of the comments you leave on here for a prize! The winner gets a real 4 leaf clover charm necklace, so join me in some hot talk! I am still hung up on that book and need a few friends to gossip with about some of the fun, and some of the naughty!
Today, Unlucky, Lucky Montana by our very own Beverly Price releases on http://www.bookstrand.com! Stay tuned for our release party for your chance to win!
Friday, Diane Leyne is in our Spotlight! We get an inside look at her Club Libertine series, what her plans are for future books, and a secret look at the writer herself! See you tomorrow!!
Check out Alanea Alder’s new release, Fate Knows Best!