Friday, 20 January 2017

Blog Tour 'Dragon Trap' by Sarah Marsh

All Marisol Lewis had ever wanted was a family, but her ex-husband back on Earth made sure that would never happen while they were together.
Now? After waking up on an alien planet, she has a plan and she’s more determined than ever to see it through on her own. When the contract comes up that will give her exactly what she’s always dreamed of, she’s eager to sign on the dotted line and begin the journey to her new home planet of Dolovia.
But when things go horribly wrong, she ends up surrounded by mad doctors and Frankenstein space pirates. Luca and Baelion are dragon shifters with a troubled past, shunned by their own people, they now work for the Coalition Council taking rescue jobs that no one else can do.
They manage to find Marisol—but their rescue plans take a wrong turn and they all end up stranded on a dangerous quarantined planet.
Mari finds out the hard way that life often gets in the way of best-laid plans…and dragon shifters most definitely do get in the way of hers.
Good thing for her that dragons are naturally quite stubborn once they decide they want something—and they’ve decided she’s theirs.

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Mari stared at the sheer beauty of the male in front of her. His chest was a sculpture of rippling golden muscles. Fine beads of sweat made their way down his toned stomach, drawing her gaze ever lower. She watched as his hips swayed back and forth to the seductive music, his low, loose pants barely clinging to his lean body. She wasn’t sure if she’d even seen a more beautiful man before; it had certainly been long enough since she’d had her hands on any man at all. The sighs of the woman next to her finally broke the trance of his delectable gyrations and allowed her to turn her eyes away. No point in torturing herself any further with things that she couldn’t have. “God, Mari, how can you even look away from a sight that divine?” Devyn fanned herself with both hands. “I mean, I love Benic like a brother, but when that boy dances, even I can’t keep my thoughts platonic.” “Well, I’m almost old enough to be his mother, so I shouldn’t be gawking at him at all,” Marisol answered as she stood up from the stone bench where they’d been watching the dance performance. The gardens of the Courtesan Guild building were created for showcasing and practicing all sorts of exotic performance arts, and most of those who attended the classes or worked in the building loved to enjoy the shows. “You’re leaving right in the middle of his routine?” Devyn asked, looking back at her as if she were crazy. “I’ve got an appointment with the Guild Matron in twenty minutes. Sally says she’s found the perfect contract for me.” “Oh,” Devyn answered with a frown. “This soon? I thought it would take longer, that we’d have at least until I’m done with classes before you shipped off to planets unknown.” Mari reached over and gave her friend a tight hug. For some reason, little Devyn’s perky, outrageous personality had meshed perfectly with her own—surprisingly, since she’d been told on more than one occasion that she was too serious, too much of a control freak. So the tiny tornado of happiness had become her best friend here, and if she was sent off world, she would miss her something fierce. “Don’t worry, Devyn. It might not even be one that I want,” Mari said with a shrug. “No point in worrying over nothing. I’ll see you after.” As Marisol walked back through the education center and into the Courtesan admin wing, she had to admire the sensuous beauty of the building. If she had been ten years younger and perhaps a little bit braver, she would have loved to apply to the Courtesan Guild. It sounded so glamorous and fascinating, and Sally certainly couldn’t look any happier than she was in her new role as Guild Matron. Of course, it didn’t hurt that it was a role that just happened to come with a smoking-hot husband, Guild Master Arkenon Quinn. A more devastating alpha male Mari had never met, and she couldn’t help but be a little jealous of her friend. She walked into Sally’s new office and was not surprised to see the intimidating Kalista Dax standing at the secretary’s desk, going over some paperwork. When the former Tokka assassin turned her unsettling solid blue eyes toward Mari, it was all she could do not to book it back out the damned door. Kali had always been very nice to the rest of the rescued Earthers and actively went out of her way to make friends, but the rumors of the kind of violence she was capable of left Mari just a bit freaked out. “Hello, Marisol. Are you here for your appointment with the Guild Matron?” Kali asked, an almost smile trying to form on her beautiful, pale white face. Mari knew that Kali liked to spend so much time with the Earth females because they were so expressive emotionally. She was only half Tokka and had been forced to suppress her physical expressions at an early age. Since Kali had defected from a society where it was unacceptable to show emotions of any kind, she was trying to learn by observing them, and sometimes the results could be…unsettling. “Yes, Sally said that she may have found a placement for me,” Mari answered, trying to maintain eye contact with the much taller woman. “Mari, come on in!” Sally bellowed from her desk, which made both Mari and Kali smile at how outrageous their new Guild Matron could be. Sally was up to her elbows in material swatches when Marisol sat down in front of the large desk. The office was beautiful, with an incredible view of the mountains through the floor-to-ceiling windows on one side. The furniture was all made in a black wood that looked exotic and expensive. But then again, Sally’s new position as Guild Matron was one of the most important on the entire planet of Sirus. It was just strange because Sally really didn’t seem to care about the prestige at all. She had really grown into herself since that day they had all walked out of their rooms for the first time and realized they were now on an alien planet, but she was still just Sally to the rest of her friends. “Argh, I’m supposed to decide on material for new dresses for the council meetings, and I seriously couldn’t care less. I wonder if I can hire someone to do all of this clothing crap for me?” the Guild Matron said, shoving the material to the other side of the desk with a look of disgust. “So how are you, Mari? How are the classes going?” “Good, Sal. I’m almost done with the EMT equivalent, so I’m sure that will be handy to have on top of my nursing experience. You said you had a possible match for me for placement?” She squirmed in her chair, trying not to look too excited.
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Sarah Marsh was born in British Columbia where she still lives, she has only recently began her writing career finding it the perfect outlet for taking the edge off a nine to five office job. She’s been a science fiction and romance junkie for years and when her imagination started to take the characters she’d read about even further in their adventures she decided to try writing something of her own. Sarah’s also a former pastry chef and spends a lot of time cooking and baking for friends and family as well as painting and knitting. Her biggest weaknesses are animals of any kind…she even loves the ones that wake you up at four in the morning because they can almost see the bottom of their food dish. When it comes to life in general she’s a big believer that laughter is the best medicine and that there’s no such thing as too much love, which is why she’s such a sucker for a happy ending.
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Wednesday, 18 January 2017

New Release 'Violet The Organ Grinder' 'Hanky Panky' By July Cuming



Violet the Organ Grinder: Hanky Panky (Lesbian BDSM, Domination, Submission, Bondage) by July Cumming

Length 32,000 words / 113 pages

Release Date January 16, 2017



Blurb: The females go crazy when word gets out that Violet's in town.

After receiving an invite to hang out with a couple of women for an evening of bottom play, Violet's thrilled when more decide to join the party.


*NOTE: This is the 5th part in the Violet the Organ Grinder series but can be read as a stand-alone story. This book contains 32,000 words of kinky explicit bottom play scenes, lesbian dominance, submission, spankings, bondage, and other kinks that cannot be mentioned here. Intended for 18+ readers only.


Molly gave the wine bottle a little spin and watched it stop on herself. “Now what? Do I kiss myself?”

Lindsay chuckled. “Not quite, Darlin’. The bottle has to go around at least once. Try again a little harder this time.”

“Okay,” she replied, giving it a stronger spin.

We all sat and waited for it to slow down. It spun six times before creeping back to her.

Molly blew on the bottle as hard as she could, pushing the neck towards me. “Violet!” she cheered.

“You’re cute. Alright, we might as well stand up for this. My legs are starting to cramp sitting this way.”

“Okay. I could use the stretch too.”

We both stood up, gave our bodies a twist to get the kinks out and proceeded to stand closer to each other.

“This is how you really do it ladies,” I muttered, wrapping my hand around Molly’s waist. I applied a light pressure to her back, drawing her in closer to my body. “Are you ready for a real kiss?”

Molly nodded and licked her cherry scented lips. “Uh huh.”

I placed my other hand on the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. My naked lips met with her sweet velvety lips three times before I nibbled on her plump bottom lip like I owned her. I ran my tongue around my mouth, softening my lips to match hers.

Molly flinched as I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and probed it against hers, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, she returned the motion by repeating my action back inside my warm and always inviting mouth.

I played with her bottom lip, gently tugging with my teeth before sucking on her lip. As our mouths intertwined, I lowered my hand down to her perfectly rounded ass and gave her a little squeeze.

She let out a soft moan. Her knees slightly buckled as she pressed her body into mine.

“Times up!” Chloe exclaimed.

Molly continued kissing me like it was the last kiss of her life.

I pulled her in tighter against me and she let out another moan. This time it was longer and sounded like I was turning her on. She grabbed my hand, raised it up to the stretchy waistband of her skirt and helped guide my fingers down the back of her panties.

I continued French kissing her while skimming my finger over the crack of her plump ass. Her breathing deepened, giving me a clear sign that she wanted more as I stroked her smooth untouched flesh. Just as I pressed my finger deeper towards her tight virgin asshole, someone pulled me backward with a tug on my mini skirt. My lips abruptly unlocked from Molly’s, putting an end to our embrace.

“Hey!” Molly huffed.

I turned to see who had ass blocked me as I slipped my hand out from Molly’s skirt.

“I said times up. Nobody else kissed for that long,” Chloe scoffed.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know there was a set time limit on the kiss,” I replied.

“Chloe should give her a spanking for that,” Gwen suggested before taking another sip of whiskey. “Anyone care for another drink?” she asked, waving the bottle around. When nobody claimed the bottle, Gwen set it back down on the table.

“Gwen’s right. Violet was a bad girl and should be punished accordingly. Chloe, would you like to do the honours?” Lindsay asked, picking the bottle up off the table. She took another sip and handed it over to Chloe.

“Gladly. Violet, I’m gonna have to get you to lay across my lap,” Chloe instructed, tapping her hand on her knee.

“I didn’t mean to get Violet in trouble. Do you really have to punish her?” Molly asked with a worried look on her face.

“I’m afraid so Molly. She didn’t stop when she was told to stop. Around here that’s punishable by an ass-whoopin’.” Chloe took a swig from the bottle and handed it back to Lindsay.

“But it was half my fault. I’d never kissed a girl before. I guess I liked it more than I thought I would. She’s pretty good at it.”

“Well then, perhaps you should get a spanking too.” Chloe grinned. “What do you think Lindz? Ladies? Does Molly need to be taught a lesson as well?”

“Oh, yes. For sure,” Gwen nodded.

The others in the room nodded along in agreement with Chloe.

“Alright then. First up is Violet. Come here, Darlin’.”

“Yes’m.” I walked around the coffee table and lowered my midsection over Chloe’s thighs. “Is this good?”

“Kimmy, could you scoot down a little?” Chloe asked, flipping up the back of my skirt.

“Why should I?”

“Well, unless you want Violet’s face in between your legs, you need to make some room.”

“I don’t mind,” I said, giving Kimmy a flirty grin.

“Fine, I’ll move,” she replied, sliding over to the end of the sofa.

With me facing Kimmy, it gave Gwen a clear view of my bottom, which by all means was fine by me. If I had to look at Gwen while receiving my spanking, I most likely would have an orgasm on Chloe’s lap. It gave me the warm fuzzies thinking about that redheaded vixen staring at my behind.

“Great. Now, this may hurt a little Violet,” Chloe said, running her hand over the back of my thigh and up to my frilly panties. Her hand circled over my covered cheek and stopped in the dip of my tush. “Are you ready?”

Was I ready? That’s an understatement. I was born ready and always willing for my ass to be spanked. These girls had no idea how much I loved a good hardy spanking.

“Uh huh. Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean to cause trou-”



“Oh, I’m sorry, did that hurt your little hiney?”

“Yes’m.” Actually, it didn’t hurt at all, but Chloe didn’t need to know that. To be honest, it felt more like a tap on my ass. I can tolerate a dangerous amount in the department of pain. The harder they spanked, the harder I came. I arched my bum, hoping it wasn’t the last of the spankings. “Please don’t do it again. I swear I’ll listen the next time.”

“You better believe you will.”

And there it was, the swishing sound of her ruthless unseen hand barreling down across my ass.


I couldn’t have timed it more perfectly if I’d tried.

“Hey! That smarts. Please stop, I’m begging you,” I whined.

“Begging won’t help you, Princess,” Gwen muttered.

“Hmm, something’s not quite right. My hand isn’t feeling it the way it should,” Chloe said.

“I know what the problem is. It’s so obvious.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yep. Mind if I fix it?” Gwen asked.

“Sure, go right ahead.”

Gwen hooked her fingers into the tight waistband of my undies. “This might help,” Gwen said, yanking my frilly panties down to my thighs. “That’s better. Now everyone can see your scrumptious bare ass.”


I let out a high, anguished yelp. Fuck me that bites, but I love it.

“Oh, yes, that’s much better. Thanks, Gwen.” Chloe gently rubbed her hand over my sore tender mound of flesh. “There, there. It’s almost over.”

Almost? I don’t want it to end.

Thwack! Thwack! THWACK!

“Fuuuuck!” I wailed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. No more please.”

“I think you should stop now, Chloe,” Lindsay urged. “Her bottom is bright red.”

“I’ll stop when I damn well want to,” Chloe barked, removing her hand from my ass.


The force of her hand gave me such an adrenaline rush as it struck my naked skin. Chloe’s ass-walloping on me was stern and heated, just the way I liked it. My clit instantly swelled from the lingering sting left behind on my throbbing hiney.

My body trembled from the excitement of her touch. “You’re hurting me,” I whimpered.

I wanted more, so much more, but I had to play it cool. I had to act like I was truly sorry for not listening. Good girls were given the special rewards. Bad girls were denied the gratification if caught wanting more.

“Don’t be such a baby. I don’t want to hear one more peep from you,” she ordered through her gritted teeth before striking my backside again.


I wanted to scream in delight. Those last swats were so fierce and painful, my tush had gone numb on me.

“Now perhaps you’ll listen and obey the next time when you’re told to do something.”

Chloe soothed my wounded bottom, easing out the searing heat in my sensitive flesh.

“Yes’m. I’ll behave. I promise.”

Of course, I wouldn’t behave. What would be the fun in that?

I glanced over to the spectators of my punishment and they all looked as though they’d witnessed a murder.

“Damn Chloe, that was intense.” Gwen placed her cold hand on my bottom and ran it up and down my rosy behind. “I can’t believe how hot her ass is from that. I can’t wait until it’s my turn. Pass me the bottle, Kimmy.”

Kimmy stretched her arm across me and handed Gwen the cherry Whiskey. As she pulled back, she placed her hand on my other cheek and began to rub my skin. “Oh, yeah, it really is scorching. You did a number on her bottom, Chloe. I don’t think Molly will be able to handle this.”

Molly had dropped her jaw for so long, that a pool of drool had formed in her mouth. She swallowed and cleared her throat. “Do I really have to get spanked? Can’t we just pretend I did? I didn’t mean to get myself in trouble. I’ll do anything,” Molly begged. She put her palms together, “Please. I don’t want a spanking.”

Lindsay sighed. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s really not up to me. Ladies? What should we do with Molly?”

“Hmm, I’m not sure. Maybe we can get her to do something for us when we ask,” Kimmy suggested, kneading her fingers into my ass.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Chloe replied. “I’ll have to think of something good. Be grateful you’re gettin’ off so easily, Molly. Your ass could’ve looked like Violet’s.”

“Thank you. I really don’t think I could take it like she did.”

“Okay Violet, you may stand up now,” Chloe said, giving me a nudge on my hip.

I didn’t want to get up from her tender warm lap. I had a burning ass and two women playing with my ass cheeks like it was a mound of modelling clay. It was heaven.

“I said you may get up now Violet. You better listen or else.”

Shivers ran up my body. Or else what? You’ll spank me again and again? I wanted to say exactly what I was thinking but then she’d know I enjoyed it more than anything. I stood up, carefully pulled up my panties and went back to my spot on the floor. Even sitting on my knees made it torturous on my tender tush.

I looked over at Molly and she mouthed the words, “I’m sorry.” She shouldn’t be, though. This party was finally getting exciting and going somewhere.

July Cumming is a dirty girl with an even dirtier mind. Living in Western Canada, she hides from the snow and frolics in the sun. When she isn't writing out her naughty taboo fantasies, she's plotting them wherever she goes. She enjoys singing '80s tunes at a local karaoke pub and loves to create scrumptious meals.


July's stories are vivid, highly charged smut with a twist.



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Monday, 16 January 2017

Cover Reveal 'TOMEK Saving Angels' by TL Wainwright

*^*^*^* COVER REVEAL *^*^*^*
TOMEK Saving Angels out 28th Jan, 2017
Pre-order special price £1.50/$1.50 available now.


I’m a soldier, but not in the way you might think. I work for a man who people akin to the devil. My orders? Anything from inflicting a hard beating, to torture that will undoubtably lead to a painful death. Failing is not an option and I learnt years ago to keep my thoughts and emotions to myself.

Do I choose to live this life? The question is irrelevant, because from being a small boy living in Poland, to where I am now in England, this is all I have ever known.

Then she changed everything.



Most people think I’m a tart, an easy girl. Pfft! So what, who cares that I’m a sucker for a one night stand. It’s just sex for god sake and I always make sure they bag it before they get lucky.

It's just no strings, emotionless screwing.

Foreplay? Sod that. Orgasms? I can sort my own out thank you very much.

Boyfriends, romance, happy families? What a crock of shit.

Sure, I believed in all that fairy tale bullshit as a kid, but then my adolescent dreams got ripped apart.

Will things ever be different? Probably not, but that’s life and generally… it sucks.

If someone walks into your life when you least expect it, changing your whole perspective, despite the inevitable risk. Would you take the chance, when potentially they could end up being your saviour?

But then again... who exactly is saving who?


Warning: +18 - Contains sex, Kick A** character with a potty mouth, adult themes and possible triggers.

Sunday, 15 January 2017

Release Blitz 'When I'm With You' by Danielle Dickson

~*Release Blitz*~

Title: When I’m With You
Author: Author Danielle Dickson
Cover designer: Marisa-rose Shor / Cover Me Darling

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I’m far from your typical girl-next-door. My piercing blue stare coupled with the ink that winds its way around my arms throws people off, judging who I am before they’ve even spoken to me.

It doesn’t bother me anymore… I’m used to it.

Putting up a front and wearing my steely exterior like a wall of armor is something that I’ve perfected.

I’ve had to become this way. Everyone that I’ve ever met has treated me like dirt and thrown me to the side like a piece of trash. So what’s the point in making an effort just for me to get hurt?

There isn’t… and that’s exactly why I am the way that I am. Protect myself first… always. My past has taught me that much.

The very people that were meant to love me unconditionally turned their backs on me when I needed them the most. With their lifestyle and the company they kept, I shouldn’t have expected anything less.

But… I never expected him to turn his back on me. The one person who made me feel safe. The only one who ever really cared.

I’ve moved across the country to get as far away as I can… from all of them... but deep down I know that they aren’t finished with me yet. I know it’s just a matter of time before they finally catch up to me, and when they do, I just hope I can make it out alive.

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Danielle has always dreamt about writing a book. With many stories to tell, she finally pulled her finger out one morning when one story screamed at her louder than the rest. When Danielle’s not writing, she can be found painting people’s faces with makeup or watching twenty minute cat videos late at night, procrastination
is strong in this one. If you’re ever short for shoes to match your outfit, she’s the person to go to. With an extensive shoe collection that cost more than your mortgage (although she would insist she doesn’t have a problem), you can take your pick. An avid reader all her life, she gets lost in the magic a book immerses you in and hopes to capture that for her readers.

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