Feb 10, 2017 | Guest Spot
Black Light: Valentine Roulette is LIVE, but the fun isn’t over!
Only $2.99 for a limited time! Get your copy now!
To celebrate the countdown to Valentine Roulette and our release weekend, I’m sharing burning hot snippets from each of these incredible books in the box set! Each and every one is kinky, dirty, and so much fun – and I hope you all love it! It’s here now, but we’re just starting to celebrate as this hot anthology is hitting Kindles everywhere. Today we’re going to take a special look at Lee Savino’s contribution to the set ‘Unmasked.’
Chessie meets her match in Master Kane in Black Light: Unmasked
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Blurb for ‘Unmasked’
A ruthless master. A reluctant submissive.
Chessie hasn’t had an orgasm in a really, really long time, so when her roommate talks her into joining the Roulette game at a local BDSM club, she figures it’s worth a shot. What she doesn’t expect is to be paired with the handsome Senator Kane — a man she’s all too familiar with.
Can Chessie get over her prejudice against him — and her reluctance to submit to her inner desires — to achieve the pleasure she craves at the hands of Master Kane?
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Teaser
“Do you know what orgasm torture is, sweetheart?”
When she shook head, the drool started to leak from the sides of her mouth; she felt it hit her breasts. He didn’t seem to care, he kept talking, kept stroking between her legs, little touches that didn’t quite hit her clit, driving her mad.
“I tie you down and make you orgasm so much you’ll beg me to stop. And you know what I’ll do then?”
She was almost afraid to shake her head. He leaned so close, his lips must have been touching the hood.
“I won’t stop.”
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About the Author
LEE SAVINO is an USA Today bestselling author of sexy, sexy romance living in Virginia with her husband and little boy. No matter what genre she writes in she loves to write books about strong women and the sexy men who love them.
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Still curious about Black Light: Valentine Roulette?
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Black Light: Valentine Roulette Blurb
Get ready to explore some of your naughtiest desires while you celebrate Valentine’s Day with eight kinky stories from eight USA Today and international bestselling authors! Black Light is the most exclusive BDSM club in Washington, D.C. and for one night they’re changing the rules of play to entertain their members with a game of chance – Valentine Roulette. Challenge and adventure awaits as these sexy dominants spin to win their submissives, and the subs spin to choose how they will play. Their prize if they last the night? One free month at Black Light, and for some of our daring participants… even a chance at love.
Three hours. Four hard limits. Eight sexy stories.
Are you brave enough to spin the wheel?
FEATURING AUTHORS: Renee Rose • Livia Grant • Maren Smith • Jennifer Bene • Addison Cain • Lee Savino • Sophie Kisker • Measha Stone
Feb 9, 2017 | Guest Spot
Black Light: Valentine Roulette is coming… TOMORROW!
Update! It’s available NOW and only $2.99 for a limited time! Get your copy now!
To celebrate the countdown to Valentine Roulette and our release weekend, I’m sharing burning hot snippets from each of these incredible books in the box set! Each and every one is kinky, dirty, and so much fun – and I hope you all love it! It’s coming tomorrow, but today we’re going to take a special look at Addison Cain’s contribution to the set ‘Unraveled.’
Black Light’s Dungeon Master has met his match.
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Blurb for ‘Unraveled’
Spencer Cook, Black Light’s Dungeon Master, doesn’t tolerate impudence from anyone, especially not the Swedish ballbuster brought in to manage the club’s floundering bar. Klara Eriksson is a distraction, a vanilla outsider who has no place smiling at and chatting to the guests of D.C.’s elite BDSM club—especially when she has never once smiled at him.
Sending her packing escalates the issue. Klara finds her way back into Black Light as a last-minute participant in the Valentine Roulette party. Desperate to regain her job, Klara offers her ex-boss a wager. If she makes it through the night submitting to a stranger, he rehires her on the spot.
Whipping, breath play… Spencer is forced to watch as a well-known Sadist has his hands, his mouth, and his body all over the BDSM virgin he unwillingly craves. He wants Klara for himself. And Klara, well, she wants to understand why Spencer fills her thoughts each time her dom pushes her past pain and right into pleasure.
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Teaser
Lips soft, full and tempting at her ear, again Will asked, “Why are you here, Miss Eriksson?”
He gripped her hair, pulling enough to send a ripple of sensation through her scalp. Turning her head, he demanded honey eyes meet deep chocolate brown.
She could barely manage a whisper. “Because I need it.”
“Yes, you do.” For a moment Will was as gentle as he’d been at the start. “Let go.”
Just like that, whatever high she’d indulged in was over. There were too many things in the way. Too much she had to do. “I can’t.”
His thumb pulled her bottom lip to the side, smearing her juices all over her mouth. He looked unmoved by her resistance, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “Then I’m going to have to hurt you until you can.”
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About the Author
Addison L. Cain was born in sunny California, but found herself drawn to dwell in older, history-rich places. Japan, Ireland, Qatar, and now Washington DC, Addison is always on the move, always eager to immerse herself in new cultures and people. Her stories reflect the antiquities she loves: deep and sometimes very dark. Driven to push her characters beyond the pale, Addison’s books are not for the faint of heart.
An alumni of California State University Fullerton, she earned a degree in Japanese and spent years in Asia studying indigenous Japanese religion. Primeval forests and worn pathways have led to her obsession with gardening. Her Great Dane approves, loping around the yard and getting into mischief. Unfortunately the cat has to watch from a window, and because Addison is a total sucker for his sad golden eyes, he gets hours of belly rubs and too many treats.
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Still curious about Black Light: Valentine Roulette?
Well, first, stay tuned every day this week for more HOT sneak peeks of these books. Watch for the release day link tomorrow, and remember that you can still enter our giveaway right here!
Black Light: Valentine Roulette Blurb
Get ready to explore some of your naughtiest desires while you celebrate Valentine’s Day with eight kinky stories from eight USA Today and international bestselling authors! Black Light is the most exclusive BDSM club in Washington, D.C. and for one night they’re changing the rules of play to entertain their members with a game of chance – Valentine Roulette. Challenge and adventure awaits as these sexy dominants spin to win their submissives, and the subs spin to choose how they will play. Their prize if they last the night? One free month at Black Light, and for some of our daring participants… even a chance at love.
Three hours. Four hard limits. Eight sexy stories.
Are you brave enough to spin the wheel?
FEATURING AUTHORS: Renee Rose • Livia Grant • Maren Smith • Jennifer Bene • Addison Cain • Lee Savino • Sophie Kisker • Measha Stone
Feb 8, 2017 | Guest Spot
Black Light: Valentine Roulette is coming in… 2 days!
Update! It’s available NOW and only $2.99 for a limited time! Get your copy now!
To celebrate the countdown to Valentine Roulette and our release weekend, I’m sharing burning hot snippets from each of these incredible books in the box set! Each and every one is kinky, dirty, and so much fun – and I hope you all love it! It’s coming soon, but today we’re going to take a special look at Maren Smith’s contribution to the set ‘Unbroken.’
If he thought he could break her…
If she thought he’d give up…
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Blurb for ‘Unbroken’
Abby didn’t know what she’d done to get on club dominant Newton’s bad side, but these days she went out of her way to earn his dark glowering stares. Newton had no idea what he’d done to deserve her sarcasm, but for two long years mischievous sub Abby had gone out of her way to make his life at the clubs a living hell.
Imagine her surprise when Newton also showed up with playbag in hand for Black Light’s first annual event. Imagine his dismay when he spun Abby’s name, attaching himself to her for the duration of the night.
If he thought for one second he could break her…
If she thought for one second he was going to put up with it…
Valentine Roulette… let the games begin.
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Teaser
She could do this.
Bending, Abby let her hands rest on his knee, instantly trying to tell herself that the sensation she felt rolling over her was the crawl of disgust and not the sinuous tingle of awareness waking up her nerves because she liked the solid feel of his muscles or the scent of his aftershave. She laid herself across his lap and her nipples tightened, loving the soft scrape as her heavy breasts moved underneath the gossamer flow of her negligée. One could hardly blame them for not recognizing disgust when she felt it. Nipples could be easily confused like that.
“Nice.” The heat of Newton’s hand settled warm against the back of her thigh. His other swept the back of her skimpy outfit up, baring the round curves of her bottom.
There went that rolling wave of disgust again, prickling up her legs to center beneath his palm and sweeping out across her back, wrapping her middle, crawling her ribs, confusing her breasts to make the beaded tips tighten even more.
“Let’s see if we can’t put you into a more compliant mood.”
Abby stiffened like a plank when his hand moved from the back of her thigh to rest, as if it belonged there, on her ass. That prickled now too. The whole surface of her left bottom cheek, all the soft flesh beneath his open hand, prickled and tingled and ached to be touched.
“Are you nervous?” Newton asked, tracing an almost comforting circle upon the tense summit of her ass.
“No.” Hands braced upon the floor, Abby stared at a spot of carpet between them.
“You’re trembling,” he pointed out.
“No, I’m not.”
“Liars get spanked.”
She rolled her eyes. “Since it’s going to happen no matter what I say, it doesn’t really pay to tell the truth, does it?”
He swatted her and Abby’s whole body startled in response. The clap had been loud, seemingly louder than any other sound in that crowded room that also included one couple arguing with Terry and another DM and thirteen other scenes taking place. It must have been her vantage. Maybe having one’s head closer to the floor somehow helped sound find her ears, or the carpet amplified the crispness. Either might have explained the heightened sound, but it didn’t explain how much more crisp the blow itself felt. It made her catch her breath and in the involuntary convulsion that followed, somehow her hands left the floor. She grabbed both the chair and his leg instead.
“Lovely,” Newton said. “I’ve seen you scene off and on for two years and I never knew you colored this nicely. How about you? Are you feeling more subservient yet?”
She glared at the carpet. “Fuck you.”
He swatted her hard enough to make her jump all over again.
Ow, she mouthed, stubbornly refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing that aloud.
“How about ticklish?” he inquired. “Are you feeling ticklish yet?”
Craning her neck, Abby glared at him now too.
“I’d say that’s a big no.” His lips twitched, as if he were fighting back a laugh. “Well, I suppose I ought to put at least a little effort into this, hadn’t I? After all, the clock’s a-ticking.”
The heat of his resting hand abandoned her, and Abby tensed so hard that her toes curled. Her hands fisted, gripping both his ankle and the chair leg tight, and she grit her teeth to keep back the cries she just knew he was going to delight in beating out of her. He might have deserved it, but she hadn’t been very nice to him over the years and now was his chance to get even. She knew this. In every cringing inch of her, she knew it. Except that it wasn’t his spanking hand that she felt next.
The pinwheel spines that crowned the Wartenberg wheel rolled its needle-tipped caress up the back of her thigh. Jolts of sheer sensory panic zipped up her spine and down into nerve endings that took each sharp poke and delightfully misinterpreted them. The prick of each metal tooth sparked an instant writhing reflex. Abby opened her mouth to shout, but what came belting out was three hard barks of involuntary laughter that she’d have just as soon cut her own throat before emitting again.
“I’m not the only member of Black Light who used to attend other dungeons. In particular, I’m not the only one who remembers last year’s Beat in the New Year party at Overtime.”
Abby’s stomach lurched in tight and hard. For a moment she wasn’t sure she could breathe as she felt his hand—bare fingers now trailing up the back of her leg, following the same path the Wartenberg had forged all along the undercurve of her left bottom cheek—before he cupped the no-longer ticklish flesh and squeezed, molding her ass in the palm of his warm hand.
“Eight Doms,” Newton reminded her, while the nerves in Abby’s stomach flipped and twisted until the giddiness almost overwhelmed her. “All of them taking turns with you, one after the other, after the other, with canes and straps and floggers, leaving no part of your body untouched. And none of them elicited the same reaction you gave when ol’ Marcus put on his finger claws and began to rake you with them. I’ve seen a lot of women scream and moan and squirm under the scrape of those claws. You’re the only one I’ve ever seen who laughed… and writhed…” He curled his fingernails under, hooking tender flesh that seized when he scraped and sent those awful races of ticklish glee zipping through her nerves.
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About the Author
I am a coffee whore, babygirl, pain slut, administrator at two local BDSM dungeons, resident of the wilds of freakin’ Kansas (still don’t know how I ended up here) and submissive to the love of my life. With more than twenty years of writing under my belt, I’ve hit the USA Bestselling Author’s list, have penned more than 120 novels, novellas and short stories, and am the author of the Masters of the Castle series, of which Kaylee’s Keeper reached #1 on all Amazon. Writing kinky since before it was cool, my favorite past times include provoking my Dom into testing out all the fun sexy things I put my characters through.
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Still curious about Black Light: Valentine Roulette?
Well, first, stay tuned every day this week for more HOT sneak peeks of these books. Watch for the release day link on February 10th, and remember that you can still enter our giveaway right here!
Black Light: Valentine Roulette Blurb
Get ready to explore some of your naughtiest desires while you celebrate Valentine’s Day with eight kinky stories from eight USA Today and international bestselling authors! Black Light is the most exclusive BDSM club in Washington, D.C. and for one night they’re changing the rules of play to entertain their members with a game of chance – Valentine Roulette. Challenge and adventure awaits as these sexy dominants spin to win their submissives, and the subs spin to choose how they will play. Their prize if they last the night? One free month at Black Light, and for some of our daring participants… even a chance at love.
Three hours. Four hard limits. Eight sexy stories.
Are you brave enough to spin the wheel?
FEATURING AUTHORS: Renee Rose • Livia Grant • Maren Smith • Jennifer Bene • Addison Cain • Lee Savino • Sophie Kisker • Measha Stone
Feb 7, 2017 | Guest Spot |
Black Light: Valentine Roulette is coming in… 3 days!
Update! It’s available NOW and only $2.99 for a limited time! Get your copy now!
To celebrate the countdown to Valentine Roulette and our release weekend, I’m sharing burning hot snippets from each of these incredible books in the box set! Each and every one is kinky, dirty, and so much fun – and I hope you all love it! It’s coming soon, but today we’re going to take a special look at Livia Grant’s contribution to the set ‘Revealed.’
Dominating an experienced submissive was fun.
Dominating an innocent was delicious.
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Blurb for ‘Revealed’
Actress Khloe Monroe’s life is spinning out of control. Surrounded by millions of fans, but she’s never felt more alone. When she seeks out an old friend, Chase Cartwright, she doesn’t expect his advice to be signing up for a daring game of Valentine Roulette in his secretive BDSM club.
CIA agent Ryder Helms doesn’t play at anything in life, especially sex. He’s a sadist and a dominant to his core, so when the roulette wheel pairs him with the stunning actress, Khloe Monroe, a BDSM newbie, he’s surprised to find she’s the best gift he’s received in a long time. Dominating an experienced submissive was fun. Dominating an innocent was delicious.
The confidentiality of Black Light may protect Khloe from the paparazzi, but who will protect her from the devastatingly handsome, yet dangerous, Dom she’s been paired with?
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Teaser
Khloe had never felt so alive. It was like every cell of her body was on high alert, ready to do her master’s bidding. It was ridiculous, really. Who the fuck did he think he was? They’d known each other all of thirty minutes, so it was ridiculous to recognize she hadn’t felt this level of intimacy with anyone ever before. The novelty of it made her brave enough to see where it would take her.
He’d assured her he’d stop if she cried out red and, despite his harsh treatment, she believed him. And while she was under no delusion that Chase had any romantic feelings for her, she knew he wouldn’t let anything truly dangerous happen to her. Those were the only reasons she was able to get her excited breathing under control.
His name was Ryder. Her eyes tracked him as he moved around the perimeter of the room, collecting up any number of diabolical items he planned to use on her body. There was something about him that fascinated her. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she suspected it had to do with the fact that he was the first person in a long time whom she felt wasn’t interested in her as an actress. He didn’t seem to care about how much money she made or how famous she was. As fucked up as the game they were playing was, it felt real.
There were very few things in her life that she could say that about.
Before they really got started, a loud commotion could be heard across the club as a woman screamed, “Fucking red, you bastard!” at the top of her lungs. She turned, trying to see what was happening. Even from the distance, she recognized the last couple to be matched. Congressman Masterson and his ex-wife were not doing too well with their Pet Play kink.
Ryder raised an eyebrow when she looked back at him. “I’d stay focused on your own predicament if I were you, little girl.”
She suspected that was good advice.
Khloe tugged at her restraints, testing to see if she had any wiggle room and strangely relieved when she found little. He’d left her lying flat, thankfully, as she didn’t want to see the growing crowd that had gathered around inside the doorway and even the cutout window, supplied so voyeurs could watch the famous actress be dominated by the scariest of the roulette dominants.
Her bubble of self-confidence burst when he approached between her legs and held up what looked like a sharp scalpel. Survival instincts kicked in and she did her best to flail in her bonds, fighting to be free.
“That’s it, baby. Try to fight me. I love it.” Holy shit if she didn’t see the truth in his eyes as he held the sharp implement closer for her to get a good look.
“Sonofabitch,” she cried out.
“That’s one. I’m Master or Sir. Any other names will earn you a punishment. Now, I’d hold still if I were you.”
“I don’t like this!” she countered.
“There are no rules that say you have to like anything. You just have to obey.”
Her struggles were fruitless, but she didn’t stop until he volleyed a few sharp swats to her exposed inner thighs with his palm. The embarrassment was worse than the pain.
“You’re a real prince, you know that?”
“Oh baby, don’t I know it.” He moved around next to her and reached out to pull up the fabric of her bra between her boobs. He waited until she looked into his eyes to reply. “Here’s the thing. You have princes chasing you daily, yet you’re at Black Light, looking for something you can’t even name. Now, hold perfectly still unless you want to turn this into a blood play scene.”
Khloe held her breath while she felt him brush the dull edge of the scalpel across her skin just before situating it at her bra and pulling up to let the blade slice through the lace. The tension now released, the fabric flew apart, exposing her mounds and protruding nipples to her captor. He took his time admiring her, reaching to cup her bare breast, pinching the tight tip between his thumb and middle finger until she moaned.
She knew her panties would come off next, but the Dom used the electronic controls on the diabolical table to first move the head of the table upright, bending her at the tummy and also allowing the crowd to now witness her expressions. The only saving grace was that the spotlight above the table was bright enough to make it difficult to see out into the audience. She needed to pretend they weren’t there. Instead, she turned her attention back to the man now standing between her widely spread legs. There was open lust in his eyes that made her feel powerful.
“Hold still,” he ordered. She complied, wanting him to draw blood even less than he did.
Her panties fell away, ruined, leaving her completely bare. A palpable electric charge zinged in the air as his gaze devoured her bare pussy.
“What a shame. You’re already bald. I was looking forward to shaving you before your examination.” He let his fingers brush through her folds, coming into the lightest of contact with her clit. Christ, if only he’d pay attention there a bit longer, she’d be a puddle of goo. Instead, he yanked his hand away before she could enjoy it. She groaned in frustration.
“Lucky for you, I have extensive experience with medical examinations. Well, medical torture to be more precise.”
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About the Author
USA Today Bestselling author Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and two sons… one a young man, the other a furry rescue dog named Max. She is blessed to have traveled extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia started writing when she felt like she finally had the life experience to write a riveting story that she hopes her readers won’t be able to put down. Livia’s fans appreciate her deep character driven plots, often rooted in an ensemble cast where the friendships are as important as the romance… well, almost.
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Still curious about Black Light: Valentine Roulette?
Well, first, stay tuned every day this week for more HOT sneak peeks of these books. Watch for the release day link on February 10th, and remember that you can still enter our giveaway right here!
Black Light: Valentine Roulette Blurb
Get ready to explore some of your naughtiest desires while you celebrate Valentine’s Day with eight kinky stories from eight USA Today and international bestselling authors! Black Light is the most exclusive BDSM club in Washington, D.C. and for one night they’re changing the rules of play to entertain their members with a game of chance – Valentine Roulette. Challenge and adventure awaits as these sexy dominants spin to win their submissives, and the subs spin to choose how they will play. Their prize if they last the night? One free month at Black Light, and for some of our daring participants… even a chance at love.
Three hours. Four hard limits. Eight sexy stories.
Are you brave enough to spin the wheel?
FEATURING AUTHORS: Renee Rose • Livia Grant • Maren Smith • Jennifer Bene • Addison Cain • Lee Savino • Sophie Kisker • Measha Stone
Feb 6, 2017 | Guest Spot
Black Light: Valentine Roulette is coming in… 4 days!
Update! It’s available NOW and only $2.99 for a limited time! Get your copy now!
To celebrate the countdown to Valentine Roulette and our release weekend, I’m sharing burning hot snippets from each of these incredible books in the box set! Each and every one is kinky, dirty, and so much fun – and I hope you all love it! It’s coming soon, but today we’re going to take a special look at Renee Rose’s contribution to the set ‘Broken.’
She likes it hard. Cruel. And impersonal.
He wants to crack through her walls.
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Blurb for ‘Broken’
When the sub known as Slave to Pain spins ageplay, she rolls her eyes. Major Jennifer Riggs doesn’t do fluffy, or pigtails, or baby talk. Doesn’t need to be cuddled or held. She likes to get in and get out, where only her body gets hurt. And she already has the perfect dom – a sadist who gives it hard.
Derek, aka Master D, has been trying to break through his sub’s tough walls for months. When someone else lands her for the Roulette event, he takes matters into his own hands and swaps for his girl. Ageplay isn’t his thing, but this may be the perfect time to get past her defenses and give her the support she always shoves away. But when he pushes her past the breaking point, and she comes up swinging, Derek realizes he may have just lost the one sub who was the perfect match for him.
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Teaser
She jerked when, suddenly, Master D appeared in front of her, his barrel chest clearly defined with muscles beneath his tight black T-shirt.
“Jesus, where’d you come from?”
Damn, he was stealthy for such a big guy.
He shoved her up against the wall, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, the other gripping her jaw to hold her face in place. His thigh wedged between her legs, forcing her feet apart and giving her something to grind down on. “Did you wear that dress for them?” he growled.
A wave of knowing washed over her. Yep. He was going to see this as a betrayal. Something in her stomach knotted. She opted for a truth that wouldn’t piss him off.
“I bought it for you.”
The thumb of the hand gripping her jaw eased and slid over her skin, stroking her cheek. “Did you?” His voice was a purr now.
“Yeah.” She’d lost her breath. It always seemed to happen when he dominated her. Sometimes she hated herself for it—she wasn’t allowed to feel fear, after all. But, at some point, she’d drawn a line. The sub she became in Black Light was someone else. Someone who liked to surrender. Liked to get scared and excited by a man bigger than she was. It didn’t reflect on Major Jennifer Dibbs. It wasn’t a personality flaw—it was a kink. Just about sex and the way she liked to do it. Another reason to keep things separate and clean. She didn’t need her headspace to get fucked up by her kink.
He yanked the neckline of her dress down under her breasts. If the fabric hadn’t been so stretchy, it would’ve torn. He shoved the cups of her bra down next. “Are you going to let them see these pretty little boobies?”
Ouch. Yeah, they were little. She knew it. They weren’t her best asset. But she still didn’t love hearing them called little boobies. He probably guessed that, like he guessed everything about her. His hand cupped one, somehow making it seem bigger than it was by wrapping around to hold her muscle on the side, too. Bless the man.
“I- I don’t know.”
He arched a brow. “You don’t know?” His voice sounded incredulous. “Well, you’d better decide, little slave, or the decision will be made for you.”
Her head wobbled on her neck. “Probably,” she whispered.
His face turned stony. He pinched her nipple and twisted.
She shrieked and tried to rise up on her tiptoes, but he had her pinned too tightly.
“You will be punished for any and all transgressions I see tonight.”
What the fuck? They didn’t have any rules or arrangements for her to transgress against. But her pussy had just turned molten at his words, the idea of punishment at his hands so terribly exciting she didn’t care how unfair the statement had been.
He continued to hold her nipple in a tight twist, sending shards of pain sprinting out through her breast.
“Yes, sir,” she squeaked.
He waited one beat. Two. Then his grip on her breast and wrists eased, his palm massaging her wounded breast as he leaned over and bit her ear. “I’ll be watching,” he growled against her neck, then kissed it, his lips suddenly soft, the gesture oddly tender.
It made her knees go weak.
Good thing he was still holding her up.
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About the Author
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western, and Sci-fi categories. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
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Still curious about Black Light: Valentine Roulette?
Well, first, stay tuned every day this week for more HOT sneak peeks of these books. Watch for the release day link on February 10th, and remember that you can still enter our giveaway right here!
Black Light: Valentine Roulette Blurb
Get ready to explore some of your naughtiest desires while you celebrate Valentine’s Day with eight kinky stories from eight USA Today and international bestselling authors! Black Light is the most exclusive BDSM club in Washington, D.C. and for one night they’re changing the rules of play to entertain their members with a game of chance – Valentine Roulette. Challenge and adventure awaits as these sexy dominants spin to win their submissives, and the subs spin to choose how they will play. Their prize if they last the night? One free month at Black Light, and for some of our daring participants… even a chance at love.
Three hours. Four hard limits. Eight sexy stories.
Are you brave enough to spin the wheel?
FEATURING AUTHORS: Renee Rose • Livia Grant • Maren Smith • Jennifer Bene • Addison Cain • Lee Savino • Sophie Kisker • Measha Stone
Feb 22, 2016 | Guest Spot
I got invited to do an author interview on Fiona Mcvie’s blog, and it was fun! It’s a long one, but if you’re curious about me, I share a lot! Here’s a snippet:
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Fiona: Do you have any advice for other writers?
Jennifer: Just sit down and write. You may hate it in the morning and erase it, you may love it and it could launch you into a 10k word spree of insanity. You’ll never know unless you try, and for first time writers? We all suck in the beginning. It takes time to capture your voice, mostly because you’re so terrified of every word you put down when you start. Ten years ago when I got my work ripped apart, I wish there had been one person to sit me down, pat me on the back, and say ‘Yeah, this wasn’t perfect, but fuck it. No one is great when they start, pick up these pieces and do something with them, because the core of this? The core of this is badass and deserves to be written.’ Everyone needs to be told that!
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Head on over to her blog to read the rest!
Fiona Mcvie’s Author Interviews – Jennifer Bene
