Dec 31, 2016 | Bloghop |
#SatSpanks is about to get interesting with a sneak peek of my upcoming book ‘Black Light: Exposed’, and the full book is in my editor’s hands! It’s actually the 2nd book in the Black Light series, and the first one by Livia Grant, ‘Black Light: Rocked’, is out right now so you can dive into this kinky underground BDSM club without having to wait until January 14th! ‘Black Light: Exposed’ follows Madeline “Maddie” O’Neill, an aspiring reporter, who stumbles onto the story of a lifetime when she discovers the Black Light BDSM club hiding beneath popular Washington, D.C. hotspot Runway. Thomas Hathaway, Congressman, who is there to play “rescues” her from security by buying her a guest pass before they kick her out. Let’s just say this BDSM romance has some fireworks in it, and Maddie will have some tough choices to make between her dreams and her heart.
In this scene, Maddie and Thomas have been sitting inside the club talking, and she asked him if he really wanted to play with her…
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Thomas tilted his head as he looked at her. “I would definitely enjoy playing with you, Maddie. The idea of tying you down over the end of one of those couches and turning your ass as beautifully red as your cheeks has me, admittedly, very turned on.”
Talk about honesty. Her throat was dry, and she tilted her drink up only to be disappointed as she swallowed the last bit of the only alcohol she’d have before whatever came next.
“Does that interest you, Maddie?”
She nodded slowly as she lowered her empty glass, forcing herself to speak. “It does.”
“Look at me when you answer me, please.” That edge was back in his tone and she lifted her gaze to his, unaware that she’d been staring down into the ice and lime.
“It interests me.”
“Sir,” he corrected.
“Sir,” she repeated.
“Wonderful.” Thomas smiled like a wolf and finished the last sip of his scotch before standing. He offered her his hand again, and she took it, abandoning her glass to the tabletop. Only Maddie stood more carefully than he had, because her legs seemed to be as unsteady as a newborn foal. “What is your limit for our play tonight? I won’t go beyond a belt or a strap, since that’s what we’ve discussed, but may I touch you?”
“Oh God, yes, please.” She answered too quickly, borderline pathetic and desperate due to the pulse pounding in agreement between her thighs.
Smooth.
His laugh was full of dark promise as he lifted his free hand to brush a thumb across her cheek, tucking a strand of unruly hair behind her ear. “I would love to watch you come under my touch.”
Maddie’s knees almost buckled as she stared up into his maddening eyes, sometimes a hint of green, or gray, amidst the forest-tinged brown. “That would be fantastic.”
“Sir,” he added for her, again.
“Sir,” she repeated, again, and the smile he gave her was full of approval that she devoured like she was starving.
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He’s an addiction like no tomorrow, and I can’t wait for you all to see more of him! Keep coming back to check for more!
Dec 28, 2016 | Bloghop
We’re back for #WIP Wednesday again, and I think the bloghop will officially return next week! I’ve got another sneak peek of my upcoming book ‘Black Light: Exposed’. It’s the 2nd book in the Black Light series, and the first one by Livia Grant, ‘Black Light: Rocked’, is out right now so you can dive into this kinky underground BDSM club without having to wait until January! ‘Black Light: Exposed’ follows Madeline “Maddie” O’Neill, an aspiring reporter, who stumbles onto the story of a lifetime when she discovers the Black Light BDSM club hiding beneath popular Washington, DC hotspot Runway. Thomas Hathaway, Congressman, who is there to play “rescues” her from security by buying her a guest pass before they kick her out. Let’s just say this BDSM romance has some fireworks in it, and Maddie will have some tough choices to make between her dreams and her heart.
In this scene, Maddie and Thomas have been sitting inside the club talking. He wants to know about her favorite kinks, but there’s just one little problem – she’s never played before. That doesn’t mean the things she sees around the club, and Thomas Hathaway’s tempting personality, don’t have her interested. With both feet already in the fire, and the story of a lifetime on the line, let’s see what Maddie does…
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“One cape cod for you, and a scotch for me.” Setting the drinks down he took his seat and then lifted his glass. “To meeting new people.”
“Thank you.” Lifting hers she tapped it against his, and then took a larger sip than she probably should have. It was a cool, clean burn all the way down. Sitting up a little more she smiled at him. “So, do you meet new people here a lot?”
“Sometimes. Does that bother you?” Thomas rested his glass back on the table, his voice still light and casual.
“Not at all! I was just curious.”
“Madeline.” There was a chastising tone to the way he said her name, something about it making her want to apologize already even though she had no idea what she’d done wrong in his eyes. “None of this works if we’re not honest with each other. Honesty and communication are everything, and while I’m not asking you to blindly trust me right now, there does need to be some trust if you truly want to play.”
The words settled like a weight in her chest, forming a lump in her throat that she took another sip of her drink trying to push down. Honesty was definitely not her forte. Licking a trace of vodka from her lower lip she glanced over at him, putting everything into maintaining the appearance of calm. “I know how important honesty is, and that was honest. I’m not a child, I know you’ve been with other people, as have I. We’re both adults, right?”
He nodded and edged back to smile at her a little. “You’re absolutely right. So, why don’t you tell me what some of your favorite kinks are? I’m not saying we’ll do them, but I’d like to get to know you better.”
“Well, you brought up spanking.” The grin that stretched her lips was honest, and he returned it.
“I did. Do you like to get spanked, Madeline?”
Anything for a story, eh?
She felt her damnable blush returning, the curse of freckled people everywhere, but she spoke. “I do, and you can call me Maddie, by the way.”
“Hmmm, Maddie…” There was a purr in his voice as he said her name and it made her press her thighs together. “Tell me, do you like to be tied down when you get spanked, Maddie?”
The sudden lack of air in the room made her head swim a little as she imagined what some of those leather straps would feel like across her limbs, but there was no denying the rush of wetness between her legs. “It’s a definite turn-on.” Not a lie.
“What else do you like?” He leaned forward and rested his hand on her leg, inching up the hem of her dress just enough that the cool brush of his fingers teased the inside of her knee, and she realized she had parted them for him without thinking.
A crack of leather striking skin made her muscles twitch and she met his gaze. “That.”
Thomas tilted his head with a smile. “I think that was a belt, or a strap. Do you like to be spanked with a belt like a naughty girl?”
If anyone had asked her that on any other day of the week she might have thrown her drink in their face, or flipped them off and said something about misogyny, but the low growl in his tone made her pussy clench with unexpected anticipation. “Maybe,” she admitted, and his fingers traced a little higher on her thigh, sending a rush over her skin.
“You’re blushing, Maddie.”
“I’m sorry.” Pressing her drink-cooled hand to her cheek she felt the burning heat. Her cheeks had to be flushed bright red from her own nerves and the beginning surges of the vodka. “I can’t help it, it just happens.”
“I don’t want you to help it. It makes you look so beautiful, just a little touch of innocence.” Thomas slid his touch higher, brushing the place where her thighs still touched and she was tempted to spread her legs wider for him. To offer herself up like some sacrifice. “But you’re not that innocent, are you, Maddie?” His hazel eyes bored into her with an eerie kind of power, and she felt her breath grow shorter as arousal stormed through her veins.
“No, I’m not,” she whispered. Truth.
“Do you want to play with me tonight?”
“Yes.” Definitely not a lie. She wanted him. Probably more than she’d ever wanted any stranger. There was some dark mystery in him, some forbidden thing that called to the good girl in her and beckoned her closer. Some thing she wanted to taste, to feel, and this could be her only chance.
“Say ‘yes, sir’ for me.” Not a request, a command… and she liked it.
“Yes, sir.”
He gave her a look that promised corruption, and she wanted it. Wanted all of it. The spanking, the leather, the bondage, and other things she couldn’t name but she knew he could give them if she’d just give in. And she was definitely going to give in.
For the story, of course.
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This story is ALMOST DONE, and then it will be off to my editor so it can be in your hands in mid-January. I’m really excited about this story and how it unfolds, and I hope you all love it too!
Dec 24, 2016 | Bloghop |
I’ve got another sneak peek of my upcoming book ‘Black Light: Exposed’. It’s the 2nd book in the Black Light series, and the first one by Livia Grant, ‘Black Light: Rocked’, is out right now so you can dive into this kinky underground BDSM club without having to wait until January! ‘Black Light: Exposed’ follows Madeline “Maddie” O’Neill, an aspiring reporter, who stumbles onto the story of a lifetime when she discovers the Black Light BDSM club hiding beneath popular Washington, DC hotspot Runway. Thomas Hathaway, Congressman, who is there to play “rescues” her from security by buying her a guest pass before they kick her out. Let’s just say this BDSM romance has some fireworks in it, and Maddie will have some tough choices to make between her dreams and her heart.
In this scene, Maddie and Thomas have walked into Black Light and she’s trying to recover from seeing all kinds of delightfully dirty things happening across the main area of the club. But before anything is happening, Thomas has a few questions about how she found her way to this place that’s supposed to be a secret.
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“So, whose guest were you supposed to be tonight, Madeline? I’m very glad you agreed to come in with me, but I’m not looking to step on anyone’s toes if you already have -”
“I’m not meeting anyone.” Maddie shook her head and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I mean, I was invited, but we didn’t have plans or anything.”
“Who invited you, Madeline?” There was a definite edge to his voice now, one that made her feel like she was the one being interviewed when it needed to be the other way around.
Summoning a wicked grin she leaned back, resting her arms on the sides of the chair, trying to display casual confidence as best she could. “I’m not really sure I should name names, Thomas.”
He leaned back as well. “Ah, I see. Well, that’s probably a good idea considering that talking about this place is sort of against the rules unless you’re bringing a play partner.”
“Security is important.”
“It is. May I ask if it was a man or a woman that invited you?”
“You may, but I don’t have to answer.” The flirtation was finally back in her voice, and she bit her lip as he smiled slowly.
“What if I wanted to spank that bit of information out of you?” Those eyes were on hers, and she tried to stifle the sudden intake of breath.
Be calm. Be confident. Act like you belong.
“You could try, Thomas.”
“Feisty girl.” Chuckling, he broke their gaze to let his eyes wander the room. The sounds of sex were coming from somewhere, the slap of skin and moans and groans, combined with a chorus of leather cracking, the clatter of chains, and the buzz of conversation – all overlaid atop that low thrumming music that seemed to call to all the basest needs of humanity. “So, before we get started we can have one drink to relax and get to know each other a bit. What would you like?”
Before we get started… right.
Maddie shifted in her seat, turning to look back at the incredibly well-stocked bar. “One drink?”
“Just one, you need to be clear headed and so do I.”
“Of course.” She smiled and blew out a breath, going for an old favorite. “I’d love a cape cod, it’s vodka and cranberry and -”
“Lime. I know the drink.” Thomas pushed up from his seat. “Just a moment, I’ll be right back. Why don’t you think of some of your favorite kinks so we can discuss them when I return?”
“Sure.” Maddie said it confidently, but internally she was a ball of knots and anxiety. Kinks? What the fuck was she supposed to say to him? Looking around she wished she had her phone so she could quickly google some BDSM terms, because relying on what she’d heard in movies and read in a few books was probably not going to get her very far – and it may not even be accurate.
Shit.
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I’m so excited to be working on this book so I can get it all out to you in time! I’m diving back in, but I want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas, Happy Hannukah, and wish you all the best time with friends and family.
Dec 21, 2016 | Bloghop
First things first, lovelies. The incredible Meredith O’Reilly has decided to take up the mantle on the #WIP Wednesday blog hop and she will be reviving it in January!! YAY!! Read more about her generosity and general fantasticness over on her blog: here.
Now, today’s snippet is another sneak peek of my upcoming book ‘Black Light: Exposed’. It’s the 2nd book in the Black Light series, and the first one by Livia Grant, ‘Black Light: Rocked’, is out right now so you can dive into this kinky underground BDSM club without having to wait until January. This scene started on my last bloghop on #SatSpanks where Maddie found her way into the secret room beneath Runway, and met the very attractive, very interesting Thomas Hathaway. He’s her knight in shining armor for choosing her as his guest and keeping security from booting her out – the only problem is that Maddie thinks she’s about to walk into a gambling den…
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“Please remember, there is no technology allowed inside. This includes phones, wearable devices, recording devices, and anything mechanical that is not medical in nature.”
Guess they were serious about stopping cheating, which meant there had to be some major money being exchanged behind that door.
Ka-ching, ka-ching.
“Thank you.” Thomas nodded before turning that intense gaze on her again as he tucked his wallet away and pulled out his phone. “So, we’re sharing a locker since you’re my guest, but I want to make it clear that if you want to leave all you have to do is tell me. I’ll bring you back out here to get your things immediately. Alright?”
“That works for me!” She followed him over to the locker that had its door ajar, and pulled her phone out of her purse. Thomas had already laid his phone inside and was removing an Apple watch while he looked her up and down.
“We’ll talk more once we’re inside and have a seat, but I just don’t want you to feel like you owe me anything. I bought the guest pass because I want to get to know you better, and while I’d love to play with you, it’s not an obligation.”
Maddie rolled her eyes before she thought about it. “I promise, I’m fine.”
Did this guy think she’d never played poker before? Did she really look that sheltered?
Thomas laughed low as his eyes roamed slowly over her curves. “Wonderful. No more technology under that nice dress?”
“No. Why, do you want to check?” Looking up at him she knew her cheeks were burning bright from the situation, the flirtation, and the fact that her offer wasn’t an innocent one. He was hot, and it had been way too long since she’d even had a date, if he wanted to pat her down she’d let him in a heartbeat.
“Maybe in a bit.” He answered softly and then offered her his hand and she took it, the next door popping open as they approached. There was low, wordless music coming from the room beyond, with soft, warm lighting – and then Thomas pulled the door wide and Maddie realized the error she’d made.
It was most definitely, unequivocally not gambling hiding underneath Runway.
What the fuck had she just gotten herself into?
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Ohhhhh, boy. Maddie is in a bit over her head walking into Black Light with the deliciously dominant Thomas Hathaway, but I think she might find she has a kinky side. Keep coming back for more snippets to see what she finds out beneath Runway, and how all of those elite in Washington, D.C. might just be what she needs to get her dream job as a reporter for the Post!
Dec 17, 2016 | Bloghop |
Hello again, lovelies! Last week I shared the last devious little snippet that I’ll be offering from my twisted fairytale of Rapunzel, but while we wait for that anthology to come out, I’m excited to share the next book I’ll be releasing! and I have been secretly working on a new series where many of your favorite authors will be writing their own story in the world. Each book centers around a secret BDSM club called ‘Black Light’, which is hidden beneath ‘Runway’, one of the most popular new dance clubs in Washington, D.C.
My book ‘Black Light: Exposed’ (book 2 in the series), follows Maddie O’Neill, an aspiring reporter, as she investigates why the elite of society in the district are coming to a dance club frequented by college students, a strange enough fact on its own, but her instincts really get set off when she sees people arrive, but then can’t find them inside. In this scene, after weeks of no luck, Maddie has found her way into the secret room hiding underneath Runway. There’s just one problem… there’s another level of security.
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“Miss?” The security guy was staring at her, waiting for an answer.
The twin cameras aimed at her from the corners of the ceiling only made her heart pound harder as she struggled to think of an answer. There was so much security, whatever they were hiding underneath Runway had to be something huge. She had to get inside, had to come up with something that would make the guy let her through that door. He was looking agitated, her brain was whirling with possibilities, and then the stupidest possible response fell out of her mouth, “Jaxson.”
“Mr. Davidson invited you.” The blatant doubt in the man’s voice made a chill rush down her spine, but she flashed her brightest smile and nodded.
“Of course.”
“What’s your name?” Security guy lifted a tablet and started tapping away at it, and then she heard the door behind her open and shut.
Oh please don’t be the other security –
“Evening, Daniel.” The silken voice was most definitely not the security guy from outside, this was someone much higher on the income scale. As she turned to look at him Maddie had to swallow hard, because this guy was incredibly good looking. He had the aristocratic smile and tailored suit of someone that came from money, and his warm brown hair was trimmed to perfection.
“It’s Danny, Mr. Hathaway, and good evening.” Desk security guy, Danny, gave a brief smile, momentarily distracted from her trespass. “Get lost? You don’t usually come in from Runway.”
There’s another entrance to this place? As she made a mental note of Mr. Sexy’s last name, the man laughed warmly and gave her a once-over that sent a thrum of heat across her skin. “I had the urge to people watch for a bit tonight, my coat is at the front. Now who’s this?”
“Madeline.” She answered before Danny Security could speak and moved over to him, only to realize he towered over her by at least six inches. With a kind of old world elegance, he took her hand and leaned down to kiss her knuckles.
“I’m Thomas, and I’m very glad to meet you, Madeline.” His voice did something funny to her inside, and she couldn’t tell if it was the slight growl he seemed to add to her name, or if it was the intensity of his hazel eyes. Either way for a brief moment the rest of the room seemed to fall away – that is, until security asshole interrupted them again.
“She says she’s a guest, but I don’t have a Madeline on the list.”
There was a spark of something behind Thomas’ gaze when he glanced back at her. “Why do you want to go inside?”
With a delicate shrug, she decided to play flirtatiously coy, which was not difficult as gorgeous as he was in his dark gray suit and pale blue button-down looking like he might be one of Jaxson Davidson’s old modeling friends. “Curiosity.”
“Just curious, or do you want to play?” His lips ticked up at the edge, a slight smile teasing his mouth, and she couldn’t help but grin back.
Play? Holy shit, could it be illegal gambling? Jackpot!
“Oh, I definitely want to play, Thomas.” Keeping the flirty confidence in her voice, she reveled in the brief flash of desire on his face.
He laughed, squeezing her hand before he released it to pull his wallet and phone out of his pocket. “Are you planning to play with someone else, or are you looking to have someone play with you?”
“Are you offering?”
For a moment Maddie thought he was going to back down, or that she’d overstepped, and then she’d have no hope of getting inside, but then he shrugged. “I don’t have any other plans tonight, so I guess I am.”
“She’s not on the list, Mr. Hathaway,” Daniel ‘Danny’ the security asshole chimed in and she wanted to throw something at him.
“That’s fine, I’ll have her as my guest for the night.” Thomas walked the few steps over to the glass partition in the wall and pressed a button that resembled a doorbell beside it.
“Of course, Mr. Hathaway.” The security guy gave her a long look, but she ignored him and stepped up beside her tall, gorgeous savior.
She was in!
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Ahhh yes, Maddie has a way past the security guard, but she has no idea what’s awaiting her beyond the door. If you’re excited to see alllll the kinky fun that’s on the way, drop me a comment! Also, don’t forget that you can get the prequel to the whole Black Light series where you can meet Jaxson, Chase, and Emma (‘Infamous Love’ by Livia Grant) and the first book in the series ‘Black Light: Rocked’ (also by Livia Grant) is live now! 1-click away!
Make sure to keep coming back for more hot snippets and find out what happens between Maddie and Thomas!
Dec 14, 2016 | Bloghop
It’s one last pulse-pounding snippet from Rapunzel! I know you’ve all been gloriously patient, but the book is coming out oh-so-very-soon and I decided to be extra nice and deliver this extra long sneak peek over a series of bloghops. Catch up with this #SatSpanks, this #WIPWednesday, and this recent #SatSpanks. Her captor has her pinned to the floor and now all he wants is Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair to admit that she wants him, craves him, just like he does her. Will she?
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“Just accept it, accept that this is what you were always meant for. This is what you’ve always needed.”
The truth of it silenced her, and that tiny shell of ice she’d formed to numb her, to protect her, was shaken. Something about him seemed to burrow under all her defenses, all her well-formed logic, all her intellect and day-to-day strength, and it left her bare and raw.
Each thrust stoked the growing fire inside her, the one that had her spreading her legs wider, that kept her from struggling when he forced one knee to her chest to send the next thrust even deeper – making her ache. Making her want him to do it again, because with the pain came some kind of absolution for the pleasure she was taking. If it hurt, it cancelled out the sparkling heat that wound its way up her spine, blurring the thoughts in her brain until all that mattered was that he would keep going. Keep pushing her towards that intolerable horizon she knew was waiting.
And it was close. Too close.
“Please,” she begged on a hoarse whisper.
Give me more. Give me enough to end this. Give me oblivion.
His fist found its way into her long hair, winding until his grip forced her head back, baring her neck to him like some sacrificial lamb. He nipped at her like he might tear her throat out, but his teeth pressed into the place where her shoulder began and as the sharp shock of pain crashed into the swell of pleasure – she came.
It was lightning and thunder in the same breath, the world shaking under her and inside her all at once. She cried out something senseless, digging her nails into his back to leave deep furrows in their wake, and then he growled low against her skin and joined her. His cock kicked deep, and she barely flinched when she felt the warm rush of seed filling her, pulse after pulse.
Damned.
Their breaths were a cacophony, his teeth lifting from her skin to leave the soreness behind, but even that quickly faded into the myriad of bruises and welts that covered her. A map of their interactions painted across her skin in reds and deep purples, blues, and fading sickly greens. Her body was a book she couldn’t bring herself to read, to even acknowledge.
Traitor.
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This is the last bloghop for Rapunzel, but the book will be coming out in January so you don’t have to wait long! Go back and binge on the many bloghops that have shared sneak peeks of this novella, and get ready for all the dark and twisted fairy tales coming from these amazing authors. I have a feeling this anthology is going to hit the new year in a very big way. Hope you’ve enjoyed these lovelies, and get ready for new book snippets on Saturday!
NOTE: I do have some sad news, lovelies. This will also be the last official #WIP Wednesday bloghop post. How fitting, right? To conclude the sneak peeks of Rapunzel at the same time? Alas, our wonderful #WIP Wednesday bloghop has come to an end. Melody Parks ran it like a fearless champion for a long time, and we are all grateful for the avenue she gave us to share our work. It’s time to say farewell to #WIP Wednesdays, but don’t worry I have so much to share I’ll likely keep posting sneak peeks of my works-in-progress on Wednesdays in memoriam! <3
