Dungeon Crawl #8

candles-600pxWelcome to the eighth week of Dungeon Crawl. Each Wednesday, writers of BDSM will be sharing snippets from their work, and folks will be crawling round to each of them and enjoying, and hopefully adding lots of cool books to their to be read lists.

So, without further ado, here’s my snippet for this week, which is from Stately Pleasures. Don’t forget to scroll down when you’re done reading and go and check out the other blogs on the hop. Happy crawling!

Jeremy handed the ruler to Ethan, who stroked his big hand over her exposed skin once more. It took all of Alice’s willpower not to clench her fleshy cheeks. She may be nervous, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to let them know that.

Both men were right behind her now, and one of them let out a low whistle. From the words that were spoken next, she gathered it was Jeremy. ‘That’s quite a sight, isn’t it, comrade? Our Alice bent over, arse in the air, slit on display. She looks …’ He seemed lost for words now; a rare occurrence.

‘Beautiful,’ Ethan supplied. ‘She looks beautiful, mate. My cock is rock hard already, and all I’ve done is stroke her bum.’

Her face grew hot. The two men were examining her, and far from finding her lacking, they thought she was beautiful. And Ethan had admitted to having a hard-on caused by the sight of her naked arse and pussy.

Jeremy laughed. ‘And you’re not the only one. I’m tempted to stick my cock inside her cunt right here and now. Never mind the spanking!’

‘In that case, I’d better get on with it, hadn’t I?’

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Random Acts of Fantasy by Julia Kent

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From New York Times bestselling author Julia Kent comes the third in her Random series:

You ever really think that you’ll win the lottery? Meet Mr. Right? How about two Mr. Rights?

Somehow the universe is handing me everything I want (except for that lottery part…), and I don’t like it. Not one little bit. Because just when you get all your dreams handed to you on a silver platter, that’s when an airplane dumps its sewage on your house. Or your mama’s diabetes takes a bad turn. Or your mobile phone gets stuck in your hoohaw.

(What? It happens…)

Boring old average me got everything I wanted already, moving from small-town Ohio to big-city Boston to follow my heart. So when the fancy invitation offering me a pile of money to come with the band, Random Acts of Crazy, to perform on an island resort and be their manager arrived, I thought it was a cosmic joke. Enough money to help my mama get what she needed, five days in sunny paradise, and a shot at greatness for the band? Unreal. One big shoe was waiting to drop. On my head.

Just like no one really ever finds a naked man wearing only a guitar standing by the side of the road hitchhiking and ends up falling in love with him and his friend and moving halfway across the country for true love, no one gets an invitation to come to what turns out to be a resort where people make what me and Joe and Trevor do together look like a chaste peck on the cheek. But…

Well.

I guess these things do happen.

To me.

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In Your Corner by Sarah Castille (@sarah_castille)

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“You have to go. I won’t be able to control myself. I’ve wanted you so bad for so long and after I’ve been in the cage…I can’t think straight.” He gives a guttural groan and his fist clenches on my hip.

Primitive. Primal. His need speaks to me. I tighten my grip on his neck and rock up to kiss him. He takes over. His kiss is hard and demanding.

“Mine.” His voice is raw, savage and for a moment I truly believe he may lose control.

He rules in the ring

Two years ago, Jake and Amanda were going hot and heavy. But when Jake wanted more, Amanda walked away. Jake immersed himself in mixed martial arts, living life on the edge. But that didn’t dull the pain of Amanda’s rejection-until a chance encounter throws them together.

A high-powered lawyer, Amanda was a no-strings-attached kind of girl. But two years after her breakup with Jake, she still hasn’t found anyone who gets her heart pumping the way he did. And then he shows up in her boardroom, hot as sin and needing help…

But can he rule her heart?

Jake is darker, sexier, and impossible to resist. As their chemistry builds, Amanda’s not sure if she can stay in control, or if she’s finally willing to let him claim her body and soul.

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Excerpt: In Your Corner

“Don’t move.”

Totally immersed in painting the cupboard, I freeze mid–paint stroke at the sound of Jake’s deep voice behind me.

“What? Am I doing something wrong?”

He closes the distance between us and runs his finger along the back waistband of my gym pants, sending delicious tingles up my spine. Then he slides his hands around my waist, bared by the rise of my T-shirt as I stretch to reach the top of the cupboard with my paintbrush.

“Yes. You look too damn sexy. Do you know what it does to a man when he catches a glimpse of something he isn’t meant to see?”

“I hope it makes him tell the woman she can call off the panic attack and drop her arm,” I mutter as I do just that. “I also hope it makes him decide his hands might be of better use somewhere other than around her waist.”

Jake slides his fingers around to my stomach, resting them just over my mound and his voice drops to a low growl. “I could make use of them here.”

“So says the man who turned down a good offer just the other night at Redemption.” I remove his hands and turn to face him, putting on a brave face while inside I seethe. Who does he think he is coming on to me after brushing me off?

“No games, Jake. You made your position clear. I got that. I’m not interested in being screwed around.”

He presses his hands against the cupboard on either side of my head, caging me with his body. “What are you interested in?”

“Moving on,” I say honestly.

His pulse throbs in his neck and his eyes harden. “With whom?”

“No one right now.”

He gives a satisfied grunt as if I had just cleared up a question in his mind. “Everyone is out back having a good time. You should be there too.”

“There’s a lot of work to do. I want to get it done. The faster I open shop, the faster I can start my lawsuit against Farnsworth.” I slip under his arm and edge along the counter.

“You’ve been working since six o’clock this morning.”

Grabbing a clean cloth from the counter, I make an effort to wipe the grease off my face. “I’m used to working twenty-hour days. I’m not afraid of hard work.” But I am afraid of mercurial fighters who run hot one minute and cold the next.

His face softens, and he takes the cloth from my hand and holds it under the tap. The pipes gurgle when he turns the rusty faucet and water gushes out, skimming over the cloth and trickling into the sink below. Without warning, he lifts me and settles me on the counter.

“You don’t have to work like that anymore.” His voice is calm, soothing. I am momentarily lulled out of work mode and into heat mode as he eases his hips between my legs and reaches to turn off the faucet. “It’s Saturday night. Time to relax and have fun.” With a firm hand, he cups my jaw and then wipes the cloth gently over my nose, forehead, and cheeks.

His gentle touch, the warmth of his hand, his breath, minty and sweet, and his hard body nestled between my thighs all converge in an unbearable rush of sensation. I grab his wrist, forcing his hand away.

“Jake…I’m good. Really. There’s so much to do. I’ll come out when I’m done and I’ve cleaned myself up.”

“I like you this way,” he murmurs. “You look…cute. Real.”

“Real?”

He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “Amanda without the armor. Your clothes, hair, makeup…nothing is perfect. It’s just the real you. I never got to see the real you before.”

Torn between being mortified and pleased, I reach for another cloth. “Real Amanda is covered in dirt and has holes in her sweats.”

He traces a finger down my throat to rest in the hollow at the base of my neck. The room heats to one hundred degrees, and if I’m not mistaken, I hear the sound of my blood boiling.

“I like holes in sweats.” His voice drops, husky and low, and his finger continues its downward journey into the vee of my shirt.

“Jake…”

He traces lightly over the crescent of my breast. “I like dirty girls,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t stay away.”

Oh God. Every bit of warmth rushes to my center as his deep, sensual voice ignites one of my dark fantasies. Jake, straddling my bound body, growling commands, telling me what he’s going to do to me in the filthiest language I know. A soft moan escapes my lips and we’re back on the roller coaster again.

“This game you’re playing confuses me.” His heart beats strong against my palm when I lay my hand over his chest.

“Me too.”

“Then what are you doing?”

His eyes take on a feral gleam and my breasts tingle.

“Playing dirty,” he growls. Tangling his hand in my hair, he tugs my head back, exposing my throat to the heated slide of his lips. “Sometimes you have to stop thinking too much and just go with it.”

My breath comes in short pants as he sucks gently on the pulse at the base of my throat. Barely able to form a coherent thought for the pounding of blood in my temples, I scramble for sanity. “There’s too much between us to just go with it. We need to talk…”

His hand closes in my hair, twisting roughly. “Lawyers talk. You don’t look like a lawyer now. You look fucking sexy, and your mouth is all lush and pink and needing to be kissed. You want to talk, Amanda, or you want that kiss?” He nips the hollow at the base of my neck.

Pleasure and pain meld together and I whimper as a heated rush of sensation floods my veins. “Kiss.”

Jake smiles. “My dirty girl wants a dirty kiss.” Holding my face, he slants his mouth over mine and kisses me.

Soft kiss. Sweet kiss. Warm, firm lips tasting faintly of coffee. His five o’clock shadow brushes my chin as his tongue eases my lips open to stroke against mine. My body melts against him as he explores my mouth, leaving nothing untouched. Tongues wind and tangle. Two years of fantasies coalesce in a single rasping breath.

“’S not so dirty,” I mumble against his lips.

“Oh, you don’t know how dirty I can be.” Jake grips my hair and tugs my head back with a firm, hard yank, sending little bolts of lightning straight to my core. Then he kisses me hard and fast. Rough. His teeth scrape my bottom lip as his tongue dives deep, filling me, taking what I have to give and demanding more. The pounding of my heart shifts from lust to fear as he consumes me, and for a moment I worry he has forgotten I need to breathe.

When he breaks the kiss, I draw in a long, ragged breath. “You never kissed me like that before.”

“You were never like this before,” he murmurs, his fingers easing up my shirt, his thumb tracing over the crescent of my breasts. “Raw and open, vulnerable, needing my help. So fucking real.”

My breath catches in my throat as he explores, cupping and squeezing my breasts and then teasing my nipples through my lace bra until they are tight, aching peaks.

“My clothes. Take them off.”

Bio

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Sarah Castille, worked and traveled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes erotic contemporary romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them.

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Website http://www.sarahcastille.com
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Other books in the series:

The first book in the series (all standalone stories), Against the Ropes, was a Publishers Weekly Top Ten Pick for Romance & Erotica for Fall 2013 and was also a #1 Erotic Romance Best seller on Amazon. It also won the JABBIC contest for sexiest cover. http://www.amazon.com/Against-Ropes-Sarah-Castille-ebook/dp/B00DDWIT3M

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Sunday Snog – Stately Pleasures

Sunday Snog

Stately PleasuresIt’s time for another Sunday Snog, and I’m sharing another snog from Stately Pleasures. This is getting pretty close to the end of the book. Enjoy! ;)

She played with their dicks for a while longer, then removed her hands – smiling as they groaned their disappointment – and crawled up the bed. Figuring that because she’d used her left hand on Jeremy, he hadn’t had such a skilful stroke, she leant down and kissed him first. Her lips pressed against his, softly, then she slipped her tongue into his mouth and gave it everything she had. She possessed his mouth the way he had hers so many times, tangling her tongue with his; fighting, loving, enjoying. Cupping his face, she deepened the kiss, her jaw working faster, tongue moving more excitedly until she could hardly breathe. She pulled away with a gasp, and was gratified to see that Jeremy looked as lust-dazed as she felt. They stared at one another, shell-shocked, and Alice had to fight the three words that were on the tip of her tongue, threatening to be voiced. Quickly, she pressed an altogether more chaste kiss to his swollen lips before moving over to give Ethan the same treatment.


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Saturday Spankings #24 – #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings-467x200Yay, it’s time for more Saturday Spankings, which is where authors post eight-ish sentences of a spanking on their blogs. This is another snippet from my M/F/M BDSM erotic romance novel, Stately Pleasures. It’ the set up for Alice’s next spanking. Enjoy!

Jeremy sat on one of the stairs leading to what had once been the servants’ quarters.

‘Bend over,’ he said with a smile, ‘and put your hands on my knees.’

Alice did as she was told, instinctively looking down, which of course brought her gaze level with his crotch. Already she could see he was excited at the prospect of what was going to happen. She was too, actually. The games she’d played with Jeremy and Ethan over the past months had opened her mind to many different sexual pleasures, and she’d discovered that receiving pain was one of them. She didn’t crave it, like some more devout submissive masochists, but she enjoyed the sweet pain that was inflicted on her. It helped, of course, that the men knew this and would only go so far with their sadistic torture.

I hope you enjoyed that snippet! You can grab the book here. And then see the below list to hop to the other authors taking part…

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Alpha Male Madness

Alpha Male Madness Giveaway HopAlpha Males. You know you love em. And so do we! We’re celebrating them and all their delicious alpha male glory for an entire week with giveaways at every single blog. Stop by and check out which males are making us pant with all that sexy swagger they have going on.

What can I say? I had to sign up for this hop because I’m a sucker for an alpha male. I even wrote a couple ;) There are two in particular that I still think about, despite having penned them quite a while ago, but because they feature in my first novel, they’ll always have a special place in my heart. Take a bow, Jeremy Davenport and Ethan Hayes from Stately Pleasures

Here’s a snippet of them being all yummy.

The hand stopped moving, and Jeremy spoke. ‘Horny, are we? Do you want to come?’

She attempted to nod, then realised that was impossible with her forehead pressed against the top of the dresser. Jeremy hadn’t given her permission to move either, so she simply murmured, ‘Yes, please.’

‘Polite, isn’t she?’ Jeremy said, obviously aiming his words at Ethan. ‘What a fast learner she is. Knows she needs to wait for permission.’

‘She sure is,’ the other man said. ‘And responsive too. I mean, look at how wet she is. She’d never say so, but I bet inside she’s absolutely screaming for you to let her come. Or to fuck her. I’m sure she’d be agreeable to either option.’

Jeremy laughed. ‘You’re right. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she was a bit of a slut.’

Alice stopped herself letting out an indignant retort. She knew that’s what he wanted – an excuse to tease her more, to punish her. He knew damn well she was no slut. Or did he? She had, after all, had sex with Ethan on a kitchen counter after knowing him for all of a couple of days. And they hadn’t even been on a date. It hardly counted though, did it? Based on the things on that damn list, even if she hadn’t had an impromptu fuck with the head of security, she’d have ended up having sex with him very soon, anyway. So what did it matter?

It didn’t, she decided. Jeremy was just trying to get a rise out of her. And he was going to be severely disappointed. She was no sexual deviant, like the two of them, but she was tougher than she looked, and she’d put up with anything and everything they threw at her. Rather than lying back and thinking of England, she’d lie back – or kneel, or stand, or crouch doggy-style – and think of her career. All she needed to do was weather this smut storm and she’d be made for life.

You can grab your copy of Stately Pleasures here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/stately-pleasures/

Now check out my giveaway and the hop’s grand prize giveaway, before checking out the rest of the blogs on the hop.

Happy Reading!

Lucy x

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The Brit Babes Street Team Wants You!

Hi everyone,

britbabes_sidebarAs I’m sure you know, I’m part of a fab group of ladies called The Brit Babes. We have our own street team, and we’re looking fo more members. Here’s the info:

The Brit Babes are very proud to have a Street Team, a group of dedicated readers who receive free books in return for honest reviews. They also shout about our new releases on social media and gossip with us authors and each other on a private loop!

We are always looking for new, enthusiastic readers of erotica and erotic romance to jump on board. If you’d be interested in joining the Brit Babe Street Team, just send me a message via the contact page.

But first here are the guidelines…

What does it mean, ‘street team’? Basically, as authors we all write and we want our work to be read. The best way to get the word out for us is through the medium of reviews, which is why we need readers who are happy to tell the world what they think of our stories.

If you join our team along with a select group of other readers you’ll have access to all of our books for FREE, not only that we use our Brit Babes Yahoo Group to chatter with each other and you, discuss stories, characters, general gossip and we host contests with cool monthly prizes.

You do also need to be comfortable posting reviews for erotic romance and erotica books on Amazon and Goodreads as well as your Facebook and Twitter account because this is how we spread the word on the ‘street’ about our work.If you’re as hooked on Pinterest as we are that’s cool too.

Check out The Brit Babes website here.

I hope to hear from you!

Lucy x

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