Monday, 30 April 2018

New Release: 'Safe Haven' by Clair de Lune

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Today it gives me great pleasure to introduce Clair de Lune, who has recently released the 6th book in The Blood Red Rose Club Series, 'Safe Haven'. This story brings you lots of new characters to meet and a few old ones to catch up with.

Clair would like to invite you to post any questions to her on Twitter using the hashtag  ClairdeLune#clairdlunebooksand and she will answer them as she sees them. Feel free to also leave comments at the end of this post.



[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Contemporary Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, HEA] 
Sometimes dreams do come true, even if it takes a little time and a lot of patience.   
When Dougal Strathairn rescues Aileas Munro from a drifting yacht, they are attracted, but wary of getting too involved. Then she meets Dougal and his brother, Davie, in The Blood Red Rose Club, and she's willing to try the ménage she's always dreamed of, but it's not all plain sailing. The men are used to being pursued for their looks and wealth, while Aileas was abandoned by a controlling Dom and lost her baby.   
All three of them have to put the past behind them, and learn to trust again to get the HEA they want.


“Hello, Virginia, it’s Aileas. Sorry I haven’t phoned sooner.”
“Hello, Aileas, love. Is there something wrong? You sound odd.”
“I’m just a bit shocked. You remember I told you I was going out with Richard?”
“Yes. Don’t tell me he hurt you…”
“No, love, he didn’t. What he did do was almost get us both drowned.”
“He told me he was an experienced sailor, so I went out on the yacht with him. To cut a long story short, he was lying and we had to call out Sea Rescue.”
“Goodness. Were you hurt?”
“Not at all. Don’t worry.”
“How was the rescue?”
“They were very quick to respond, and it was all over before I knew it. Virginia, do you know Dougal?”
“Yes, of course. He’s a member of the club and…”
“I just knew it. He’s a Dom, isn’t he?”
“Yes, love, he is. Don’t tell me you fancy him?”
“Yes, I do. He’s gorgeous.”
“He is, but don’t get your hopes up. It’s not that I’m not delighted you’re showing an interest in a man, at long last, but he’s canny and well known for being hard to get.”
“I don’t know him at all yet. So, I don’t have any hopes. Do you know anything else about him?”
“Yes, quite a lot. Do you have time to chat?”
“I’d love to, but I have an online conference with a client in ten minutes. Talk to you later. Bye, Virginia, love.”
Virginia looked at her phone and grimaced. By the end of the conversation, Aileas had sounded so cheerful. I have so much to tell her. She needs warning, too. I don’t want to see her hurt again, but I can always phone her tomorrow. What can happen in a day, after all?
Virginia called Aileas several times over the next week, but Aileas never had time to talk.
“Sorry, Virginia, love. I’m rushed off my feet this week. The couple of days I took off after the rescue just have to be made up. I shall be back to normal next week, I promise. We can have a long chat then.”

* * * *

It was just over a week later when the promised chat took place, when Virginia phoned Aileas.
“Aileas. I’ve been thinking. It’s about time you got back into the lifestyle. There’s an open night at the club next week. Why don’t you come along?” Virginia asked. Aileas heard the concern in her voice.
“You know why, Virginia.”
“But you love the lifestyle. Why let that bastard spoil it for you? In any case, it’s highly unlikely that he’ll be at our little open night. All of the Doms and subs will be friends of the members. You’ve met a lot of the usual members socially, so you know most of those who will be there. I can’t see Lucifer as a mate of Kyle’s, can you?”
Aileas had to smile. The thought of Lucifer, with his high moral code, tolerating the mean and nasty Kyle was preposterous. Nevertheless, she didn’t want to risk running into Kyle ever again.
“Yes, that’s true, but…”
“Just come along and try. I’d love to have you in the club with me. If you are uncomfortable, you can leave at any time,” Virginia urged.
“Well, I suppose that would be okay,” Aileas said, hesitantly.
“Yes, of course it would, love. What do you have to lose?”
“If you put it that way, how can I refuse?”
“The member Doms will all be looking out for you, too.”
“Then I will try. How long have I got?” Aileas asked.
“Next week. In fact, it’s ten days away. Why?”
“I need new fetish clothes, Virginia, love. Is it a themed evening?”
“Oops, I was forgetting. Yes, it’s sci-fi.”
“That sounds interesting. What are you going as?” Aileas asked.
“Uhura from Star Trek. Valkyrie is going as Spock or Captain Kirk. He hasn’t decided yet.”
“Well, that gives me some time to plan. I want to come up with something spectacular.”
“Great. I can’t wait. I’m sorry, Aileas, I forgot to ask, how are you now?”
“You asked the other day, Virginia. I’m fine. I’m trying to resist hanging round the Sea Rescue station.”
“That much of a hunk, was he?”
“Oh my, yes. Tall, broad, commanding with muscles like steel.”
“‘He’? Which one of the brothers do you mean?” Virginia enquired.
“There’s more than one?”
“Oh yes. Dougal is the coxswain, but his brother, Davie, is in the rescue service, too.”
“What’s he like?”
“Davie is much like Dougal. The same sleek glossy black hair. They both have the dark blue eyes of the true Celt. Davie is an inch or two shorter than Dougal, but his chest is just as spectacular. You wait until you see the two of them together.”
© Clair de Lune, Siren Publishing, 2018

Davie grinned. “It seems Virginia is on our side,” he said as he pulled her into his arms. He began to kiss her slowly and sensually at first. His tongue stroked the seam of her lips and pushed gently until she opened her mouth tentatively to allow him entry. His arms tightened around her, and he pulled her closer as his tongue explored her mouth, tangling with hers. She felt herself growing hot and aroused. She responded to his kiss, pressing her soft body against his hard, lean one. She could feel his arousal as he ground his hips against hers. Slowly, he ended the kiss and set her from him.

 Her senses were reeling and her legs wobbled, but Dougal caught her in his embrace and steadied her. He took her face between his hands and covered it with light kisses. She moaned her appreciation, and then he took her mouth. As his lips descended on hers, he clasped her in his arms again and held her tight. Her heart thudded and the blood sang in her veins.

This is too much. I want it to stop. I can’t bear so much pleasure, but I want it to go on forever. Maybe it’s because I haven’t kissed anyone for years. His soft lips nibbled hers and as she opened her mouth, he deepened the kiss, ripping away all power of thought. He lifted her up into his arms and carried her upstairs into one of the private rooms. Dreamily, she looked about her and liked what she saw. He laid her down on the red cotton sheet, her head and shoulders propped on the banks of pillows.

“Do you have a safe word?”

“Yes, Sir, it’s Coriander,” she said.

“Why?” Davie asked.

“Well, I can’t stand the stuff, so it seemed appropriate.”

The brothers laughed. “Don’t hesitate to use it,” Dougal said.

* * * *

Dougal undressed Aileas slowly, taking off the filmy, see-through top to reveal the black satin bra, which did such a great job of displaying her generous breasts. He gestured to Davie, who released the suspenders and rolled down the sheer black stockings. Dougal knew he’d take his time and use the opportunity to caress her lovely legs. He heard her gasp and smiled to himself. She wore a black satin thong edged with black lace. Her skin was a beautiful creamy white and felt like satin to the touch. She was flushed and panting in her arousal. He and his brother loved to take their time undressing a sub. It aroused them both. His cock swelled at the sight of her almost naked.

“That costume looks so good on you, “Davie said. “The contrast of your creamy skin and the black, especially is pure poetry.”

Dougal smiled. Ever the charmer, Davie had a way with words. Aileas seemed to like that. Dougal looked at the thong and saw, peeping out just a little at either side, the strawberry-blonde curls. He knelt beside her on the bed, bending her knees and removing her thong. She gasped as he pushed it ever so slowly down her legs. She couldn’t help arching her back and offering herself to him. He was delighted to see her reaction. His face being inches from her pussy, he could smell her arousal. He breathed in deeply, intoxicated by her scent.

He was certain Aileas was going to mean so much to both of them. He felt a connection to her that he hadn’t felt with any of the other women they’d shared. When Davie had praised her looks, Dougal had heard a different tone in his voice, and he’d realised that Davie was aware of it, too. She was special. Dougal had known that from the first moment he saw her, but he was wary. However, he wouldn’t be satisfied with just a scene in a BDSM club. He wanted to know her better. He knew she was unhappy, and he wanted to protect her. That would all be resolved later. Now, he wanted to enjoy all that she had to offer them both. He tangled his fingers in her strawberry-blonde curls and pressed one long finger deep inside her. He caressed her, and she moaned. He withdrew his finger and licked her cream off it.

“You taste even better than you smell. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”

He pressed his finger into her again, and, as he licked her cream from his finger afterward, he trapped her gaze. “You taste so good. I need more, take pity on a starving man,” he said. Davie was caressing her legs and although it was such sweet agony to wait, this was the way they made love to their subs. He needed to stretch out the moment tonight to make it extra-special, and it seemed his brother was of the same mind. He’d knelt at the other side of her and was nibbling and suckling her breasts. Once again, her back arched and she moaned. She was wet, her satin-smooth skin tinted a delicate rose in her arousal.

Davie rolled her over onto her front and winked. They both bent to place tender, wet kisses on her shoulders and her back, down to her delicious little bottom. Dougal grinned as she squeaked and jumped at an unexpected nip of pain. As he’d expected, Davie hadn’t been able to resist sinking his teeth into her behind. Nothing loth he joined his brother and then nipped, licked, and sucked his way back up to her neck. One of Dougal’s chief delights was to nuzzle the neck of his sub, nipping at her ears and blowing softly into one ear then the other until he drove her wild. Aileas was so responsive that he prolonged his caresses. He knew that Davie would want to return to her breasts, so he turned her onto her back and gazed in admiration. She had large, round, firm breasts, with delicate dark-rose areolas and pert pink nipples. Reverently, they took one breast each, and cupped, caressed, and finally squeezed, rolling her nipples in long, strong fingers. 

Dougal watched their tanned hands contrasting vividly with her creamy skin. Dougal could see, reflected in her big eyes, the wonder at the sensations they were producing. He glanced at his brother, and together they bent and each took a hard nipple and sucked. Dougal felt her draw in a breath. He suckled harder, flicking his tongue over her nipple. She writhed in their grasp. She clung to them, and her little sobbing moans made his cock so hard it was painful. He released her nipple and groped for condoms in the basket on the bedside table. He tossed one to Davie, who was still latched onto her breast. Dougal couldn’t wait any longer. He ripped the foil and smoothed the condom over his dick. He positioned himself between her legs, placing his erection at the entrance to her pussy. She lifted her hips, opening for him, and he pushed into her. She was hot, slick, and welcoming. She wrapped her legs round his hips, and clasped his cock with her internal muscles.

“Please, fuck me, please.”

 © Clair de Lune, Siren Publishing, 2018

 Author bio:

I live in Dumfries and Galloway in Southern Scotland, although I was born in South Yorkshire. I spent many happy years teaching, and when I retired I became bored with just the domestic routine.

My youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own, and I wrote Initiation, book one in the Prometheus in Chains series. Since then writing has become an important part of my life. It’s been like a roller-coaster ride, and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren, I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I joined Facebook, something I never dreamed I’d do, but I have made many good friends on there, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.

I would love to hear from you and I always answer e-mails or contacts on Facebook.

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Thanks so much for being my guest today, Clair, and for bringing news of your fab new title. Thanks also to you, reader, for joining us. I hope you're as intrigued as I am by 'Safe Haven' and that you will contact Clair for more of her steamy novels.

Take Care,

Wednesday, 14 February 2018

A Valentine's Bind by Scarlett Flame

Hi there.

Happy Valentine's Day! To help us celebrate in style I've got Scarlett Flame with me who has a fantastic offer on her aptly name novel, A Valentine's Bind.

Over to you, Scarlett...

To celebrate Valentine's Day, I have one of my top 100 bestselling books on offer for you.

A Valentine's Bind: Manchester Dominants and submissives.
This book won Top in the #Erotica category, and 5th overall in the 2016 Top 50 Self-published books Worth Reading on
Nominee in the erotica category Summer Indie Books 2016 
Go on treat yourself it is a BARGAIN 
and #FREE to read on KU too 

Newly edited and updated ready for your delectation
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When University student Nicky Johnson decides to make an impromptu visit to a #BDSM club with friends she get more than she bargained for. The alcohol fuelled evening finds her asleep on her sofa the next day, suffering from memory loss. But who brought her home? #Dominant Dariel Pearson shows her that #spanking and submission can be empowering. Will this be a life changing experience for Nicky? This New Adult contemporary romance is a steamy, sexy tale of love, dominance and #submission.
 Addictive! 3 April 2017 Loved this book! This was the first book I read from Scarlett Flame and it definitely won't be the last. I didn't want this book to end. I couldn't put this book down. I'm really hoping there's a follow up.
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Five dominant stars for this delicious read! Scarlett Flame writes scenes s hot as her name! A sweet, hot combination of dominance and submission.

5.0 out of 5 stars Steamy!
Rachel from BehindClosedDoorsbookreviewon December 27, 2017Format: Kindle Edition
Amount of sex 4 / 5
How explicit 4 / 5
Story 4.5 / 5
Overall: 4.5 / 5 (Rounded to 5 / 5)

A Valentine’s Bind is the first book in the Manchester Dominants & Submissive series by author Scarlett Flame. This quick read had me completely enthralled and I read it in one sitting! The story was well written, and the characters were engaging.

In this story, Nicky wakes up after a night of drinking with her friends...The scenes were so darn hot that I recommend you have a spare pair of panties nearby!

A definite add to your TBR list!

Don't forget to check out my other books, including my latest Top 100 International Bestseller 
"From Willing Sub To Enslaved Captive"

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Thank you so much for being my guest today, Scarlett. Thanks to you too, reader for joining us today. If you'd like to leave any messages for Scarlett, please feel free to pop them in the comments box below.

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Tuesday, 13 February 2018

'Hurricane Reese' by R.L. Merrill

Hi there,

It gives me great pleasure to welcome along R.L. Merrill with her latest release, Hurricane Reese.

First, here's a little about her:


Once upon a time... a teacher, tattoo collector, mom, and rock ’n’ roll kinda gal opened up a doc and started purging her demons. Several self-published books and a debut gay romance with Dreamspinner Press later, R.L. Merrill is still striving to find that perfect balance between real life and happily ever after. She writes stories set in the places she loves most, such as Hollywood, New Orleans, Las Vegas, Northern California—and Iowa. Ro also loves connecting with other authors online, at the annual Romantic Times Booklovers Convention, and chapter meetings for the Romance Writers of America, of which she’s been a member since 2014.
A sucker for underdogs, Ro has adopted a wide variety of pets including cats, dogs, rats, a snakeand fish. Her love of horror is evident the moment you walk in her door and find yourself surrounded by decorative skulls and quirky artwork from around the world. You can find her lurking on social media where she loves connecting with readers, educating America’s youth, being a mom taxi to two busy kids, in the tattoo chair trying desperately to get that back piece finished, or head banging at a rock show near her home in the San Francisco Bay Area.

Hurricane Reese

by R.L. Merrill

Tony award-winning musician Reese Matheson’s life resembles a natural disaster, and caregiver Jude De La Torre is caught in the eye of the storm. Can the love these two opposites find together survive caring for an ornery octogenarian with wayward balls and a meddling family insistent upon tradition?
A public break-up is not what Reese expects upon returning from the successful run of his musical in London. All he wants to do is spend time with his beloved grandfather and musical mentor, who suffers from Alzheimer’s. Reese knows he doesn’t have much time left before the elder Matheson doesn’t remember him. In classic “Hurricane Reese” form, he moves into the cottage by the sea, displacing Jude, the intriguing caregiver he’d hired two years before. When Grandpa proves too much for Reese to handle on his own, Jude comes to his rescue, taming Grandpa… and the Hurricane as well. Soon all Reese can think about is how to get Jude out of his scrubs and into his bed. Permanently. Will Hurricane Reese destroy everything in its wake, or will this gay odd couple learn to harmonize together?

 Thanks so much for being my guest today, Ro and good luck with the new release - it looks great. Thank you, reader for your company today, today, too. Feel feel to leave any comments in the box below or contact Ro on any of these links:

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And stay Tuned for more Rock ’n’ Romance.

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Thursday, 8 February 2018

'Sandman' by Danielle James

Hi there,

It's my great pleasure to introduce Danielle James, who's new release, Sandman, released yesterday. She's having a Giveaway, so look out for the details at the end of the excerpt. I'm definitely looking forward to reading this book, and I hope you will, too.  Take a look...

Danielle James
Sandman, Forbidden Love 11
Title: Sandman
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Series: The Forbidden Love Series
KU: yes
Launch date: Feb 7

Sandman by Danielle James

He’s the demigod of her dreams and she’s got a lineage that she can’t hide from. Will a nightmare demon steal it all away, or will these two souls find their destiny together?

Sandman Amazon Link:

Somnus spent his time walking in the dreams of others. He ghosted in and out of their lives, unseen, giving them the magic they needed to dream. 

Nightmares were unusually high, so he slipped into one of his favorite charge’s dream. That’s when she saw him. Really saw him. Against all odds and against all the rules, Rachel could see him.
Rachel has something special about her, a lineage that she is unaware of, that not only draws Somnus’ attention, but the nightmare demon as well. Somnus must protect her, even from herself.

Get ready for a wild ride as Rachel and Somnus come to terms with her heritage, the demon, and their shared destiny.


Somnus stared at the child sleeping before him. He was a five-year-old with blond hair and blue eyes. The little guy had tossed and turned for an hour before he finally calmed down enough to allow sleep to claim his little body.

Somnus held out his hand and willed his magic to flow from himself to the child. It moved along the air like a cloud of golden glitter, settling on the child’s blond head. The child’s eyes began to move under their lids and a small smile lit the boy’s face. Somnus took a quick peek and saw that the boy was laughing in his dream. He was playing on a playground with other kids, running and climbing like a young boy should be. Somnus had visited the boy enough times to know that the bruises on his delicate skin were not caused by a playground accident. He took some measure of comfort knowing that if only for a short time, he could relieve the boy’s angst from his real life in a dream.

Satisfied with himself, Somnus ghosted to the next person on his list for the night. He liked his job. Giving people the ability to dream was nothing short of a necessary miracle and he did it well. Dreams allowed the mind to make sense of what happened during their waking hours. Long term memories are formed in sleep and sometimes dreams served as a means of relief from the stress of living. Like in the case of the young boy who was beaten daily by his father. Somnus would have throttled that man if he could, but as a demigod, it was forbidden for him to interfere like that. Hell, it was forbidden for him to interfere whatsoever. He could only give the person the ability to dream. Somnus could start the dream in a good place, but ultimately it was up to the dreamer as to where the dream went from where he started it. If he wasn’t aware that it would drive the father insane, he would deny him the ability to dream.  Humans, of all races, needed to dream in order to sort out their thoughts and feelings. To deny one the ability to dream long term would deny their minds the time to regroup. There would be no getting over a bad day. There would be no letting painful emotions go. After a time, the mind would short circuit and the person would go crazy. However, that wouldn’t be helpful to the boy either.

It was pushing three a.m. when Somnus arrived at the home of his most interesting charge. He liked to pretend that he didn’t wait anxiously for the tiny little signal in his brain that told him she had fallen asleep. Her name was Rachel, and every night she took the dream magic he gave her and twisted it into something terrifying. It was no wonder she barely slept, he thought to himself. He wouldn't either if he saw the things she did in dreams.

He stood over her, nothing more than a ghost in his form, watching her breathe. Her short, dark hair spiked up around her face and head in stark contrast to the white pillow case beneath her. She had long black lashes that cast the slightest shadow across her high cheekbones. His gaze followed the lines of her face down her nose to her full red lips. It wasn't bad that he knew that was the natural color of her lips at all. He pretended that he didn't feel a tug of longing in his gut as he looked at her. Somnus wanted all his charges to have good dreams, but this woman was special. Maybe it was because she had so much trouble in that area that he felt the need to help her more than the others. Maybe it was because her ability to conjure some really scary shit in her sleep intrigued him. Or maybe it was because he was a man and she was beautiful. No matter how he tried to dress it up, she was his favorite and he was a little obsessed with her. Okay, he was a lot obsessed with her.
Shaking his head, Somnus allowed his magic to flow. As the golden dream dust settled over her head, Rachel began to dream. I'll just take a quick peek, he thought, before walking into her dream.

Rachel was dancing in a rose garden, surrounded by beauty and wonder. Her eyes shined brightly; the cobalt blue reflecting the light and seeming to shimmer in the sunlight. This was what he wanted for her, Somnus thought. To be happy in her dreams, to have a little bit of peace. He watched from the edge of her subconscious, feeling better about the amount of magic he used on her with each passing minute. When she laughed aloud, the sound was like music to his ears. He had done well.
Just as he turned to leave her, Rachel's dream began to change. Dark storm clouds moved in and cluttered the sky, lightning flashed and Somnus could almost smell the ozone in the air. The entire mood of the dream changed instantly. Rachel looked confused for a moment, but then she changed as well. It was as if she had been expecting this. That was impossible, though. Humans did not have any control in their dreams. Somnus knew he should leave, but he couldn’t. He was completely mesmerized by the way Rachel prepared herself for what she knew was to come. She pulled in a deep breath as if to steel her courage, fisted her hands at her sides, and turned around to face whatever danger had come for her.

The dream did not disappoint. From the dark clouds, a form took shape. It was blurry at first, but as the clouds moved and swirled, a large figure became clear. It stood on two legs and had two arms, but that was where the resemblance to any human ended. On top of its head were two huge curved horns that curled around its head behind its pointed ears. Its skin was the color of hot coals, its eyes black and emotionless. It ran in Rachel’s direction and she screamed.

The thing looked like a demon. It ran after Rachel, snarling and slashing at her with its sharpened claws. Rachel was fast though, and kept just enough ahead of it. The scenery changed from a garden to the inner city, and Somnus watched as Rachel maneuvered through the empty streets. He knew he shouldn’t still be there, but he couldn’t help but watch. His heart pounded in his chest, waiting to see that Rachel made it out of the dream safely.

She rounded the corner of a building and came to an immediate stop right in front of Somnus. “You!” she accused. Somnus looked around to see who she was talking to. “Stop that!” she shrieked. “You know I’m talking to you. You’re always here!”

“What?” Somnus barked out. Surely he was the one dreaming. She couldn’t see him, could she?
Thunderous footsteps followed her and became louder. “We don’t have time for this,” Rachel informed him, grabbing his hand. “We have to run.”

“I don’t think so,” Somnus replied. How the hell was she touching him?

“Whatever,” Rachel told him. “It’s your funeral.” And then, she was gone. Awakened from her dream. Somnus watched as the dream world dissipated, and he was once again standing in Rachel’s bedroom. That was by far the strangest thing he had ever witnessed in the dream world.
“Why are you in my house?” Rachel demanded, sitting up and looking right at him. “You have some explaining to do. Start talking before I call the cops.”

Somnus didn’t know what to think. He was good and properly gobsmacked. This was unprecedented and he was at a complete loss. He was ghosted, but yet, she could see him. That wasn’t supposed to be possible, and yet here she was, staring him down, demanding answers. He had no clue what to say to her, but he had to start somewhere. “Why don’t we start with how the hell you can see me?”

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