#Masquerade is Available Now!

Masquerade LgThe long awaited erotic anthology, Masquerade, is finally available! This anthology features eight authors given one word. With just this one word to start, we were instructed to let our imaginations take flight and create a story. I am very honored to be included in this wonderful collection of authors and I guarantee if you give Masquerade a try, you will not be disappointed because each of the stories is a treat in its own right.  Keep reading for the details on the book, its contributors, a little excerpt from my story, and finally, the purchase links. Thanks for visiting!

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Vampires, menages, witches, BDSM, sex clubs, Dommes, subs, zombies. These eight original stories by some of today’s hottest erotic romance writers have one thing in common – a Masquerade. Behind a facade, the constraints of society fade, and fantasies come to life. Lose yourself in the Masquerade, and explore your wildest desires. Let the games begin…

Featuring:

C.P. Mandara – Dancing With Death

Alisa Easton – Masked Desires

Paige Matthews – Secrets

Glenda Horsfall – Under Cover

Gale Stanley – Optical Illusions

Kayla Lords – The Iron Maiden (hey that’s me!)

Dakota Skye – Dominating Justice

Hunter S. Jones – Fables Deux

AUTHOR BIOS & STORY EXCERPTS

C.P. Mandara 

Christina Mandara is a UK authoress and currently has five books in print: The Riding School, Learning the Ropes, Hot to Trot, Named and Shamed, and A Rough Ride.

Dancing With Death

Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest flick of his eyelids. The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception and he now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.

http://author.to/CPMandara

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Alisa Easton

Alisa is a reader, a writer, a daydreamer, a lover, and an ice cream eater. She loves her fiction the way she loves her life – with plenty of steam.

Masked Desires

Clara had been accused of many things but daring had never been one of them. Everything changes the night she attends a masquerade ball with her best friend. Her identity hidden behind a mask, Clara is free of her inhibitions to live her wildest fantasies.

www.alisaeaston.com

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Paige Matthews 

Paige Matthews grew up in New England and currently lives there with her family. She writes erotic romance and erotica with BDSM themes. Currently, Paige has five novels published and another series coming. Join her on her website for more.

Secrets

Secrets are always hidden. Masquerade balls hide what we don’t want known. Combine them together and you have one erotic tale of firsts, secrets and reveals.

www.paigematthews.com

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Glenda Horsfall 

Born in Edinburgh, an accountant and author who likes to write romance with a bit of spice. Married to my own hero and raising four of our own.

Under Cover

Learn how the punishment for disobeying her master can be both pleasure and pain.

www.GlendaHorsfall.com

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Gale Stanley 

Gale Stanley was born in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil. Some things never change.

Optical Illusions

Once upon a time, Maggie was easy prey for a pedophile. Now she prefers fantasy to physicality. Then one enchanted evening she meets a man who tempts her beyond all reason.

http://galestanley.net/

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Kayla Lords 

Erotic writer, sex blogger, living the BDSM lifestyle, and drinking tea – all with a bit of sass and sarcasm.

The Iron Maiden

Sir and Babygirl have tested their limits before. This time, they’re taking it to whole new level – and making a new friend along the way.

http://www.kaylalords.com

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Dakota Skye 

Dakota Skye is a paranormal erotic romance author fascinated by all thing unexplained in the Universe. Her books include a Blurred Lines, Impact Zone, Uncharted Territory, SnowBound, and the short story Dominating Justice in Masquerade.

Dominating Justice

Lawyer by day, sex den owner by night, witch all the time, Melinda Dubois is an expert at keeping secrets. When the thorn-in-her-side Judge Bradley Bennett becomes The Den’s newest elite client, she looks forward to playing Domme and doling out some justice of her own. As vulnerabilities are exposed and masks removed, the question becomes—who is dominating whom?

http://www.authordakotaskye.com

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Hunter S. Jones 

Writer. Originally from Tennessee now living in Atlanta, GA – an Exile on Peachtree Street. I make things up and write them down. Author of the best-selling romantic series, September Stories, and some hot steamy erotica.

Fables Deux

Fables Deux is the follow up to the erotic steampunk cult favorite, Fables of the Reconstruction. The story finds the time traveling zombies Pierre von Minxle and Mary Montague in 2014. You’ll never believe where they are and what new escapade they have planned. As with all things Fables, a strange new magical blending time, reality and sexuality are revealed. Because nothing is ever as it seems. And, what better day for a hot zombie story than Day of the Dead?

http://www.huntersjones.com

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masked desiresMy story is titled Masked Desires.  Please enjoy my little teaser:

“I should get back downstairs to the party. My friend will be looking for me and she’ll worry if I’m not around.”
“Wait, please, just a moment.” He took her hand in his and she felt the jolt of electricity travel up the length of her arm and through her core. Even without seeing his face, there was some magnetic attraction between them that she couldn’t deny. Perhaps it was only a product of the masks and a few too many drinks, but she didn’t think so. She wanted him to kiss her but she was too afraid to let him.
Just as she felt his body shift again and their lips begin to touch, there was a rattling at the door. Without another thought, he was on his feet and pulling her toward the closet. They disappeared just in time for a couple to enter the bedroom.
“What are you doing?” she whispered in a panic.
“Shh… I’m sorry. We shouldn’t be in here. It should just be for a minute.”
She could feel his breath hot against her ear and caressing her neck. Her head swam again, although this time she knew it had more to do with his proximity than the amount she’d had to drink. His hands still held her in place one on each arm even though she didn’t dare to move. She could feel the hardness of his body against her back. She resisted the urge to lean back into him and let his body envelope her.
Through the small slats in the closet door, she had limited view of the bedroom. Two masked bodies giggled and kissed and held close to each other.
“We shouldn’t stay here,” she whispered but as she made a move to open the door, Adam stopped her with his large hand over hers. She stifled the sound that came out of her throat elicited by the simple touch of his hand to hers.
“If we give them a minute, they may leave.”
Although she felt slightly claustrophobic pressed so tightly into his body in the cramped space, she closed her eyes and concentrated on making her breaths even while she said a silent prayer that the others who had invaded their space would disappear quickly so they could leave the confines of the closet unnoticed. Only moments ago, Adam had been so close to kissing her. She hoped the moment had not been ruined.
Opening her eyes again, she was startled to find that the couple had almost completely undressed. Adam’s breaths had grown uneven and she knew that he was fully engaged in watching the other couple. Absently, his hands trailed lightly over her waist and she felt her panties dampen with anticipation. She could easily imagine herself in the other woman’s place. His hands moved up slightly and brushed along the underside of her breasts and she froze, but not because his touch was uninvited, but rather because she’d managed to catch a glimpse of the woman who occupied the bed. It was Jenna! Clara was envious of the beautiful body belonging to her friend. She would recognize that body anywhere.
Clara’s breath caught in her throat and although she didn’t want to intrude on her friend’s privacy, she couldn’t turn away. The man with Jenna slowly tugged on her panties until she lay stretched out completely naked in the bed wearing only her mask. Obviously finding his own mask too intrusive, her companion shoved it to the side before diving into the space between Jenna’s thighs where her moans made it clear that she enjoyed having him.
“I can’t watch this,” Clara whispered trying to turn around in the small space. She couldn’t allow herself to feel so aroused while watching her friend. All the same, she couldn’t take her eyes off of her, no matter how wrong. She managed to turn her body in the cramped space so that she would no longer have the ability to watch her friend, putting her face to face with Adam.
Adam’s lips claimed hers and she melted into them, so soft and inviting. His tongue parted her lips, testing the waters before taking her with more force. He turned her so that her back hit the side of the closet and pressed into her body slightly.
“Oh,” she gasped out loud despite their efforts to remain quiet, lest they be discovered. He sealed her mouth again, hungry and eager to devour her.
“One night. I never need to know your full name or identity,” he whispered in her ear before leaving a trail of tender kisses along her neck.
“No,” she protested as the realization took hold of what he was suggesting, “I couldn’t. Not here. Not like this.”

 

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MASQUERADE is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or undead is entirely coincidental.

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Available Now! Sink your teeth into something sinful this Halloween.

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DARK EROTICA.
This book contains extreme BDSM, violence, graphic sexual situations, and dark supernatural and paranormal scenes. This book is only for those aged 18+. It is for those with an open mind and for those who ARE NOT easily offended.

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Corrupted Desires is not the sort of book that will have you skipping amongst the daisies and leaves you with that feel good feeling. This jaw dropping, dark erotic book will give you that prickly feeling on the back of your neck. It will send a chill right to your bones and it will most definitely mess with you head.

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SIR AND BABYGIRL: BOUND BY LOVE by Kayla Lords

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In the second set of adventures, Sir and Babygirl’s relationship, built on a mutual love of kink and a need for the dominance and submission lifestyle, must move forward or stagnate. Can Babygirl set aside her fears of heartbreak? Will Sir convince his sweet submissive that he loves her completely? And just how many erotic adventures can these two get into as they navigate their growing relationship?

Find out in the sequel to The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl. This time, Sir and Babygirl are Bound by Love.

Story Excerpt:

Babygirl arched her back and pointed her toes. The center of her body burned with desire. The phantom hands in her dreams became all too real as she realized Sir was the one driving her to the brink. His fingers stroked her pussy with a feather light touch. The sensations were delicate and sensuous bringing her body quickly to the brink of climax.
She spread her legs wide, granting him complete access, but she was terrified of the burn building inside of her. Her body was so sensitive that even the light touches on her clit seared her and caused her to cry out from a combination of pain and pleasure.
Her body shook as his hand mercilessly stroked her slit, harshly rubbing against her clit. He growled into her ear as she began to cry out, wordlessly. His hand moved faster than before, bringing her to the brink before –
“Please, oh God, please, Sir, please can I come? Please, please, please, pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Her whispered pleas became incoherent as she tensed every muscle in her body to prevent the oncoming avalanche of an orgasm.
“Come for me, girl.” His raspy whisper was hot on her ear. She threw her head back and convulsed around his hand, fluids gushing from her body in a climax that soaked her pajamas and the bed beneath her. Sir’s hand never stopped it’s movement. Now she could hear the evidence of her own desire. Wet, slurpy, squelching sounds filled the room as his fingers moved in and out of her. She felt the next orgasm building right behind the first. Wailing, she arched her back as she came again, liquid pouring out of her body.
Sir chuckled. “Keep on squirting, Babygirl. I intend to wring you dry before I take what’s mine.”
She gasped as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Writhing under his hand, she squealed through gritted teeth, terrified of making too much noise and more afraid of coming apart at the seams. Her hips lifted off the bed, bucking as her pussy clenched in one teeth-jarring, body-wracking orgasm. Every muscle contracted as her body convulsed. Finally spent, she collapsed into the soaked covers, breathing hard, unable to move a muscle.
“My turn.” She couldn’t miss the satisfaction in Sir’s voice.
He flipped her on her side as if she was a ragdoll. Not that I can move on my own. I’m boneless. He pulled her hips against his pelvis. Babygirl arched her back and lifted her top leg, giving him easy access to her swollen opening. In one smooth move, he entered her and began thrusting. The feel of his hips meeting her bottom made her close her eyes in sheer bliss.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” At this angle, he was hitting the exact perfect spot. If he kept it up, she would come again.
With one hand, he dug his fingers into her hip with enough force to leave bruises later. His other hand wound its way through her hair. Between gasps, Babygirl purred at the feel of his hands on her body.
“Eeeek!” Sir grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. Her scalp burned from the force of his grip. Her breath was restricted slightly, causing her to rasp with each thrust into her soaked pussy.
He growled deep in his throat and began to fuck her faster and faster, thrusting in and out at a blinding pace. She could feel his sweat-soaked chest against her back. She gripped the sheets in a futile attempt to brace herself. Letting go of her hair without a word, he pushed her head into the mattress, forcing her down. Tightening his grip on her hips, she cried out in pain and pleasure, knowing without a doubt she would bare his mark before they were done.
“Touch your clit, girl.” His voice was ferocious even though he ground the words out through clenched teeth in a raspy whisper.
In her current position, it wasn’t easy to get her left hand down to her clit, but she managed. The moment she touched herself, she screamed into the mattress as she exploded. She heard Sir chuckle behind her.
“Yeah, I like to feel that pussy clench around my cock. Again, girl. Don’t fucking stop.”
Although she was painfully tender, she continued to stroke herself as he ordered. Every time she climaxed around his cock, he grunted. Without a word, he yanked her head up by her hair, forcing her head back at the same painful angle.
“I’m going to fill you with my seed, girl. That’s what you want, isn’t it, little slut? You like being my fucktoy…”
With each word Sir thrust harder and faster until she felt him stiffen behind her, every muscle contracted as he groaned the last word out. She could almost swear she felt the hot jets of fluid shooting into her body. He held her in place until the end. Shuddering, he lay back against the bed, panting as if he’d just run a race. Smiling to herself, she clenched her pelvic muscles, loving the way he gasped with each contraction, milking his body for every drop of his essence.
They both lay in silence, breathing hard as they recovered from the vigorous fucking. After a moment, feeling their combined juices trickling out of her body, seeping into the crack of her ass and the sheets beneath them, Babygirl rolled over and wrapped an arm around Sir’s chest.
“Thank you, Sir. I didn’t think you had the energy for this tonight.”
“Tonight? Babygirl, it’s four in the morning, and I feel fine.” Babygirl giggled at his teasing tone.
“I think I like being woken up this way, Sir. Much better than a boring old alarm clock.”
“I’d like to think being used as my personal fucktoy is better than any other method.”
Sir looked down at her, waiting for a response, and found her drifting off. “Sleep, Babygirl. I’ll wake you up again in a few hours.”
“Mmmm, I sure hope so, Sir,” mumbled Babygirl. She sighed with pleasure and fell back asleep.

About Kayla Lords:

I discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies by age 13. It took a divorce and re-entry into the dating to world to find my sexual power and voice. I am a sexual submissive in the BDSM lifestyle which is not as extreme and terrifying as it may first appear from the outside looking in.

I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn’t scary or degrading.
A blogger, tweeter, and talker, I love interacting with my readers as much as possible!

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Friday Fiesta Author Feature – Carrie Anne Ward

Carrie Anne WardWelcome to the Friday Fiesta! Today my author feature is the very lovely and talented Carrie Anne Ward, the author of A Taylor Made Student (The Taylor Made Series) Book 1.

About Carrie:

Carrie Anne Ward grew up in the seaside resort Clacton on sea in Essex, England, with her mum and two brothers until she was 16 years old. She then moved with her mother to Colchester (where she still lives to this day) and went on to study Art and Design at the Colchester institute. However, after recovering from the illness glandular fever, which meant she couldn’t finish her degree, she went out into the world to become a working class citizen and a glamour model on the side.

For many years she wrote stories in her spare time, mostly horrors or supernatural, but never felt the passion to take it further. Her love for literature at school didn’t, at that point, over take her love of Art, but as she grew older her passion in writing surpass any other desire she ever had.

Her passion for writing over the years grew excessively (mostly erotica) and when BDSM erotic books took the world by storm, she finally found the genre in which she wanted to write about. So being a real submissive, Carrie decided to take the experiences she has had and combined them with her imagination, to create a story. So at the age of 33 she fulfilled her dream to become a writer by releasing her debut novel A Taylor Made Student, the first book of 3 from The Taylor Made Series.

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The Interview:

Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?

Well, I use it from my real life. I am actually a real life submissive (well switch actually. That’s someone who likes to play as both a submissive and a Dom, or should I say Domme, that’s the female name.) Although deep down I am a true submissive. I’ve used my experiences to create scenes, and I think this makes the kinky sex scenes more realistic. People can do research on what it is like to be a sub and write it, but I personally feel you can’t write a great story with BDSM in based on research alone, I personally feel you have to live that life style to be able to write it, or at least experience it a few times physically. The feelings you experience when you are playing is not something you can imagine. It’s a deep route desire that only being a submissive, you can express it.

What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?

How much hard work goes in to writing and creating a book! Never in a million years would I have realised what goes into creating a book and the ups and down you take to get it finished. It’s not as simple as everyone seems to think it is.
I’ve also learnt that I am capable of finishing a project when I start it. So many times had I started a story but never finished it, for a lot or reasons, but I am proud of myself for doing it. It’s such a great sense of accomplishment when you do.

If Hollywood made a movie about your life, whom would you like to see play the lead role?

When I read this I was like, who the hell would I have, but then I was like “of course, there is no one else” – I am going to be sooooo big headed – Megan Fox. Not because I think I look like her – I wish – but because she is so beautiful and sexy, and I think she could play my role well. I’ve had a very naughty life lol 😉

Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets?

Sunsets, because it signifies the end of that day, time to wind down and relax, and watch the sun disappear for the night to then come forth. I am a total night owl.

As a kid, were you ever afraid of a monster under the bed or in a cupboard?

Under the bed! Nightmare on elm street and poltergeist totally scared the s*** out of me enough to not look underneath my bed. Yet when I was in trouble I would always hide under there. Work that one out lol

margarita01As a special treat, Carrie has agreed to share a little about her book, A Taylor Made Student (The Taylor Made Series) and I’m sure you’ll agree this is one that you simply cannot miss reading!

taylormadeseriesBlurb:

A tutor that desperately wants to teach and a student that eagerly wants to learn. Off into the shadows she follows…

After 2 years of running from her brutal past, Kiera Fox is now ready to start her life over. When she decides to finish her degree at the Essex University, the last thing she was expecting was to meet the handsome and intimidating Taylor Holloway.

A brief encounter in the court yard ignites a searing desire inside of Kiera which she longs to act upon. When she takes that plunge she is surprised to learn that Taylor is her Art tutor.

Giving in to the overwhelming longing for one another, Kiera embarks on a dark journey of submission to Taylor, guiding her into a world beyond just sex. He teachers her about dominance and submission, control and discipline, pain and pleasure, but this path is a little too familiar for Kiera. Bringing up too many raw memories she’s isn’t quite ready to face, but she can no longer run as her past has now found her.

Whilst struggling to come to terms with her past, a new threat is boiling in the background. Dragging up old war wounds and dangerous secrets, Kiera soon learns she isn’t the only one hiding secrets. Although the threats warn about revealing the affair, Kiera feels it’s not just about exposing them, this is personal.

Can their relationship remain in the shadows along with their secrets? And how far will Taylor push Kiera in surrendering her will to his dark world, without breaking her?

Snippet:

      It was about 10 minutes before the end of class, and I had managed to put the basic outline of my design together. The class was oddly quiet, when I decided to take a break, noticing that everyone had their heads buried in their sketch pads. I don’t know why my eyes flicked quickly in the direction of Taylors desk, but when they did, I saw those insanely smoldering brown eyes staring at me. He had a wolfish grin on his face as he looked directly towards me, as if he was up to something sinister.
      I raised one eyebrow at him, as if to say “what you up to?” That wolf-like grin grew a little wider when he placed both of his hands, palms down, flat on his desk next to each other. He slid them forward across the work surface of his desk at the same time, and lifted each index finger upwards, off the desk. I noticed his eyes move from mine and down towards my skirt, and he moved each index finger apart in the opposite directions to one another. Motioning for me to open my legs and provide him with proof that I was naked down there. My eyes grew wide with shock, and my body tensed instantaneously. NO FUCKING WAY! I shook my head slightly at him. I couldn’t believe he wanted me to show him I wasn’t wearing any underwear in the middle of class. That was taking a huge risk, and that was exactly why he was doing it. Getting off on the thought of being caught turned him on, and having the control over me to make me do so, and, if I was honest with myself, it turned me on, too. When I denied to open my legs to him, his eyes grew narrow. Oh fuck! I know that look! I was in trouble if I didn’t obey his command. He was already punishing me for not doing what he asked; did I really want to add to that?
       I nervously searched the classroom to make sure no one was paying any attention to our little game, but everyone was either facing the opposite direction or too busy sketching. Once everyone seemed preoccupied, I slowly opened my legs. I felt the cold rush of air flow freely between my thighs and onto my bare pussy. Taylor’s mischievous grin grew slowly on his face, his eyes turned clouded. He sat back in his chair and crossed his muscular arms over his chest, as he took in the site before him. My heart was racing fast and I could feel the blood pump profusely through my body. My hands tightened into fists as the adrenaline coursed through my arteries, and I shivered to control myself.
       “Kiera!” SHIT! Locked in my naughty game with Taylor, I jumped right out of my skin when Melinda called my name, and in all my haste, I ended up smacking my knee against the table as I closed my legs as quick as I possibly could, which then caused the whole class to turn and look in my direction. I felt my face burn red and my body went numb. Fuck fuck fuck! Not only was I completely mortified, I then had a blaze of pain in my knee cap.
       “Oh God! Sorry, Kiera I didn’t mean to make you jump. Are you okay?” Melinda said with concern. I nodded shyly. “I was just going to ask if I could borrow your pencil sharpener.” I passed her my sharpener and hid my mortified face with my hands.
       After my heart had slowed a little, I decided to take a look in Taylor’s direction, to notice his shoulders shuffling as he quietly chuckled to himself, with one hand discreetly placed over his mouth to hide his amusement. Yeah, I’m glad my pain and humiliation amuses you Mr. Holloway! I thought as I narrow my eyes at him, shook my head and then went back to sketching.

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borderThank you, Carrie, for taking part in this week’s author feature. It’s been a pleasure having you. Thank you to everyone that took the time to visit and I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! 🙂