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A Scarlet Christmas by D.L. King (@d_l_king)

A Scarlet ChristmasHi Lucy and thanks so much for having me on your blog! I’ve got a new novella out, which is kind of unusual for me as I mostly edit anthologies and write short stories. But this one is special, at least to me. It’s a femdom retelling of Dickens’ A Christmas Carol.

I started writing this years ago, but put it down and forgot about it. A few months ago, I was going through my bits and pieces (sometimes they give me ideas and sometimes, I decide I need to work on one of them) when I came across the two or three paragraphs I’d written. Evidently the time was right because I actually started dreaming about the story. I’d wake up and want to write down what I’d been dreaming about.

I have to say, I really love this story. It makes me laugh and brings tears to my eyes. And, of course, it makes me hot, too.

It’s a book as much about New York at Christmas time, as it is about learning to care for fellow humans on the planet and lead a good life—and maybe even have fun while you’re doing it.

I do want to warn your readers, though, it isn’t a romance, as stated on Amazon. There really isn’t any love match at all. It’s all about learning a hard lesson and getting on with your life. That’s not to say there isn’t plenty of sex, because there absolutely is! I don’t think anyone can say I don’t put enough of the good stuff in my work.

I thought I’d add a little excerpt, just to give you a taste. This little clip doesn’t have any sex in it. It’s just a bit of an introduction to what you might expect to find. Of course, I think you should buy it now, so you can read it on Christmas, but that’s me.

Excerpt:

Ebenezer looked from side to side. Nothing that could be used as a weapon. He got out of bed and, as he stepped onto the floor, the board he landed on squeaked. The door was locked, buying him time. Where was his phone? Just as he realized he must have left it downstairs, a voice on the other side of the door spoke.

“Eb, are you in there? I don’t want to frighten you. Do you mind if I come in?”

“Who are you? What do you want?” Ebenezer barked, though his voice wavered a bit.

“Eb, it’s me, Sherman. Look, do you mind if I come in? It’s really cold out here.”

“Sherman? Sherman Tindall? Sherman Tindall’s dead. I’m calling the police!”

“Look, Eb, I’m really sorry, but I’m on a tight schedule, you know. I don’t have time and it really is cold in your hallway.” As Ebenezer watched, a gray mist issued from under the door, eventually coalescing into a somewhat transparent, 3D image of his old friend, Sherman Tindall.

“Sherman, it is you. What the devil are you doing here?” Ebenezer asked. “I mean, how did you… what did you do to… I mean, you’re dead—aren’t you?”

“My god, man, don’t you heat this house? Well, this room’s a little warmer than the hall, but really. You’ll catch your death. Mark my words. And I know what I’m talking about,” and he put his semi-solid index finger against the side of his semi-solid nose and tapped twice.

“Heat costs money, Sherman, and why am I arguing with a ghost? You’re not even here. I’m still asleep and having a nightmare—probably from that substandard Chinese food I had for dinner. That’s the last time I order from those guys.”

“You’re not having a nightmare,” Sherman said, “and you have more money than God. Spend a little. That’s what it’s for. You can’t take it with you and don’t I know it? And actually, that’s why I’m here. I can’t stay long.”

“Pity,” Ebenezer said.

Sherman’s ghost huffed and mumbled something about drawing the short straw. “Look, you’ve got to change your ways before it’s too late. I learned too late and look what my afterlife is like. I counted you as a friend in life and I don’t want to see you follow in my footsteps.”

“Why, what’s so bad about your afterlife? You’re out, visiting friends—whether they want you to, or not—what do you expect?”

A high-pitched scream issued from the ghost and then a low moan. He opened his coat and Ebenezer could see a host of tiny creatures pulling and tearing at Sherman’s insides. His organs were ripped to shreds and the walls of his stomach were torn and bleeding. “An eternity of pain, that’s what awaits you.”

Ebenezer shrank back. “Sherman, that’s terrible. Let me call someone, a doctor or something.”

“There’s nothing that can be done. Not for me. I’m dead, remember? I’m only here to warn you.”

“Warn me about what, Sherman?”

“Three spirits will come for you tonight. Do not mock them or it will go worse for you. Trust me on this. They are powerful and they know what you need.” Ebenezer opened his mouth. “No. You must do as they tell you. They are come to help you and that’s all I can say.” Another scream ripped through the silence that followed and was almost immediately cut off. Sherman was gone, leaving Ebenezer standing at the foot of his bed with his hand against his heart.

He added wood to the fire and banked it, then poured another two fingers of scotch and crawled back into bed. That was crazy. He knew he was awake, but that couldn’t have happened. There were no such things as ghosts. He took a drink of scotch and leaned back against his pillows. “Must have been a dream,” he muttered before falling back asleep.

 

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Anal Punishment by Renee Rose (@ReneeRoseAuthor)

tourbutton_mobmistressLucy, thanks so much for having me over today!

Anal punishment is a debated topic in the kinky community. To me, it’s uber-hot, but I know there are some who see it as a form of rape, and therefore shouldn’t be used in a non-pleasure context.  Let’s face it though–corporal punishment is a sexual fetish, so to me, using sex as part of the punishment is fair game. Pussy-whipping, breast-spanking, and well, regular spanking all inflict pain on erogenous zones, so I’m not sure why the anus should be any different.

I’m a huge fan of the butt plug as punishment or a reminder, but I also like anal sex as punishment.  Here’s a scene from my new book Mob Mistress:

 

He walked forward and picked up her wrists, turning her slowly to face the counter. Pressing her hands down on the granite, he pulled up her skirt and lowered her panties. “Snooping is not allowed, Lexi,” he said, reaching for a wooden spoon.

“No, sir, I’m sorry, sir,” she said and he could tell by her relief she understood the decision he had made about her.

He peppered her backside with spanks, the wooden spoon striking only a small area, but making her jump with each smack. It took a several dozen swats to turn the lower half of her bottom red, and she had begun to whimper.

Seeing the bottle of olive oil standing on the counter, he reached for it, pouring a little in his palm. He rubbed it over her cheeks, then slapped, enjoying the stingy-ness the oil helped impart. Dipping his finger in the oil, he slid it between her cheeks, circling her anus.

“What did I tell you would happen if I had to punish you?” he said, pressing his finger in.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“No, I don’t believe that was it. What happens to this sweet little ass of yours when you’ve been bad?” he asked, plunging his finger into the knuckle, then withdrawing it and repeating the action.

“Ohhh…”

He pulled his finger out and slapped the back of her thigh, hard.

“Ouch!”

“Answer me!”

“Um, sorry! Uh…you, um…”

He slapped her again. “What do I do?”

“You fuck me in the ass,” she mumbled, as if she found it embarrassing to say.

“That’s right, little girl.” He took her elbow and helped her lift her torso from the counter, pulling her toward the living room.

She started to reach for her panties, but he slapped her ass again. “Leave them around your thighs, where they belong. Naughty girls stand with their panties down. Now come here.”

He led her to the bolstered arm of the sofa. “Bend over, little girl.”

She folded her torso down so her bare bottom was raised and exposed.

“Do not move from this position.” 

“Okay,” she said in a small voice.

He went to the kitchen to retrieve the olive oil, which he used liberally on her anus and his shaft, while she shivered in anticipation. He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance and pressed. She tightened against the intrusion.

“Open for me, Lex,” he encouraged. “Push back like you’re bearing down.”

She obeyed immediately, alleviating his concern that she wasn’t mentally ready.

He eased into her, giving her time to get used to his girth and the unusual invasion. She panted and moaned, but remained perfectly still, allowing him to penetrate, centimeter by centimeter. Reaching around the front, he teased her clit, flicking it as he began to withdraw and press in again.

“Oh God!” she moaned.

“That’s right, naughty girl. You’re getting it in the ass tonight,” he said, but maintained the utmost care in keeping his in and out strokes gliding smoothly, wanting it to be a good experience for her.

“Bobby,” she whimpered.

“That’s it, baby. You’re taking it like a good girl.” he said.

“Please?” she begged.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please, please, please,” she wailed, thrashing her head from side to side.

He increased his speed, still being careful to keep his thrusts direct. She pressed her fingers over his, shoving them inside her pussy. He finger fucked her and she let out a high-pitched cry that went on and on until it drew a climax from him. He kept his fingers moving inside her as he pressed his cock deep in her ass and came.

When he had spent, he eased out, withdrawing his fingers and gently stroking over her wet pussy. He covered her body with his, wrapping his free arm around her torso and kissing her neck.

 

Mob MistressMob Mistress blurb

When hair stylist Lexi Tyler finds herself evicted from her apartment, her best friend sets her up with the mobster Bobby Manghini, knowing he likes to play sugar daddy. He offers her a luxury apartment overlooking the city and spending cash every time he sees her, but one thing is clear: he is the bossman.

Lexi soon discovers Bobby backs up his rules with firm, over the knee discipline, but he also takes responsibility for all her problems, giving her more support than she ever dreamed of having from a man.

Mobster Bobby Manghini likes to be the man in control, particularly with women, which is why he prefers a mistress for sex, even though he’s no longer married. When he strikes a deal with Lexi to be at his beck and call, he finds in her the full package — a hot, intelligent woman who is turned on by his dominance and willing to submit to his punishment. But when she finds out he doesn’t have a wife, she is hurt by the deception and severs all ties.

Can he prove to her their relationship meant more than a business arrangement? Or will he lose the one woman willing to give him everything he ever desired?

 

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Renee Rose is a naughty author and kinkster who loves writing about hot alpha males, Dominance/submission and power exchanges. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, her books are all centered around kink, namely: spanking. She also writes BDSM under the name Darling Adams.

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Blood and Lust from Taryn Rose

Blood and LustI am so proud to present BLOOD AND LUST, my very first novella and second published work (the first, being L WORLD). Plunging into paranormal fantasy was a real treat after my foray into the lives of characters living in a contemporary and realistic world. I am a huge fan of True Blood and Anne Rice novels, and always viewed vampires as a kind of tortured superhero. My vampire heroine, Skarlet, is somewhat of a cross between Xena: Warrior Princess and True Blood’s Bill Compton (before he turned evil). What’s funny, is I recently met a charming aspiring Broadway star with some nice credits to her name. She, like my other heroine and Skarlet’s love interest, Emma, lives with a talented gay male couple in Greenwich Village. After hanging out with her, I thought, hmm, a theatrical, optimistic and open-minded girl would make a nice counterpart to Skarlet’s brooding, principled and introverted vampiress. And soon Emma was born. Though she is delicate physically, Emma is strong-minded, able to brave a brush with the supernatural, perhaps even ready to find love in the strangest of places. I have learned that, in a sense, realism becomes even more important in paranormal romance in that emotions and the connection between the heroines (or hero/heroine) are drawn from out-of-the-ordinary circumstances and perhaps even more powerful. The author must make those circumstances arise organically out of the underlying world she has created, but the connection and chemistry between the two characters must work on an intensely realistic level.

Available from:
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Blurb:

The eyes of a rising Broadway starlet are opened to a world she never knew existed, and a passion she never knew burned inside her… 

After an opening night party, Emma Jones naively accepts a ride home from her lecherous producer and finds herself in a desperate struggle. But when a beautiful, mysterious stranger rescues her, Emma realizes that the real danger may have just begun.
Her savior, Skarlet, is an agent of the Vampire Commission, a secret organization with an intense interest in Emma – – or more specifically, her blood. Skarlet’s mission is clear: deliver Emma into the clutches of the Commission. But as they near their destination, Skarlet cannot deny the intense attraction she feels toward her breath-taking captive. Emma is drawn to her magnetic heroine as well and a fateful decision sets the two on a path of extreme danger and forbidden love. As the Commission closes in, a startling discovery raises the stakes and both women must choose – – between all they’ve ever known and a passion they’ve never known before.

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Excerpt:

“Goodbye, Emma.” Skarlet turned abruptly to leave, her long leather coat spiraling around with her.

“Wait.”

She stopped.

“Look, I…I know we ‘never met before’, but I’m glad we did.” Emma’s eyes fluttered, as she struggled to find the right way to end the evening. Skarlet clasped her hand, and Emma stared into her intense eyes. She felt herself melting inside.

“So am I,” Skarlet uttered. “So glad.”

Emma took a breath, collecting herself. “I want you to come to my show. Tomorrow night at eight at the Evermore Theater. I’ll leave a ticket for you at the box office.”

Skarlet lifted Emma’s hand and kissed it, sending a tingle down Emma’s spine, and she felt an intimacy with this woman. The dark heroine who changed her life forever. Skarlet cupped her palms against Emma’s lower back suddenly, pulling her in, and Emma gasped at her sudden proximity to the woman’s lips. She held her gaze and froze as Skarlet brought her lips down to meet hers, kissing her. Gently at first, pressing her much larger breasts against her own. After a night of terror, Emma finally felt free, a feeling that magnified the waves of sexual energy that were surging through her body. She opened her mouth to catch a breath and sucked in the woman’s supple, assured lips, wanting nothing but to devour them. Her legs spread apart instinctually, a result of an aching that needed to be sated. And Emma recognized an urge she never felt before: To make love to a woman. An unbearable urge to be taken by Skarlet the vampiress in all her ferocity.

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About the Author:

Before embarking on her literary career, Taryn spent five years as an associate at a national law firm, fantasizing about writing novels instead of briefs. When she caught herself changing the facts of a case to make it sound more interesting, she knew it was time to move on. Taryn’s first book, L World, was an All Romance eBooks bestseller.

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