Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Discover An Irresistible Shadow @KirBlacketer @BreathlessPress #newrelease

Today I welcome a new guest on the blog. I must say I love the premise of Kirsten S. Blacketer's book An Irresistible Shadow and I am sure you will too! Over to Kirsten.

Hello everyone!  Thank you, Michaela, for hosting me on your blog today.  My novel has several themes that run through it.  The one that stands out the most to me is trust. 
The story itself is set in a time when trust was a hard thing to come by.  Trust between the classes, the government and her people, even between neighbors was often a very thin string.  It was about survival, so there was always an element of distrust between people when times got tough.

Trust is a complex and often emotional thing.  It takes time to develop it and keep it healthy.  The heroine of my story, Lady Evelyn, is no stranger to the internal struggle of trusting and being trusted.  A woman in medieval times was often considered property of her father, then property of her husband.  They rarely ever tasted the freedoms that men did. 
Lady Evelyn wants her father to trust her to make her own decisions when it comes to her fate.  She dislikes the thought of marriage because she knows there will never be that element of trust and balance between her and a man. 

When she meets Gabriel, a man who has chosen to hide his identity from her and the rest of the world, she makes a conscious decision to trust him.  Although that decision is hard for her to make, she will come to understand the value of the trust she places in him as the story continues. 

Trust is the lifeblood of this story.  It is cultivated, nourished, broken, and betrayed.  I hope you enjoy reading An Irresistible Shadow and Evelyn and Gabriel's journey of trust.  Thank you.

(MR: That is an amazing cover! I LOVE IT!)

Ready for the Blurb?
Lady Evelyn Montgomery, only daughter of the Baron of Rayne, detests the thought of marriage. She will never allow a man to control her.  Crushed by the constraints of propriety, she steals away from the safety of the keep and stumbles onto a plot designed to stir up trouble between England and Scotland. When a mysterious hooded man saves her, she fights her attraction to him as they join forces to hunt down a traitor and save her father. But can she save her heart?
Gabriel is a Shadow Guardian. Hiding beneath his black cowl and blending into the night, he is sworn to protect the Baron's daughter. The spirited Lady Evelyn is far from the delicate flower he anticipated. She makes herself crystal clear, no man will possess her. Can he prove to her that love can be more than just possession? Or will the traitor they seek tear them apart forever?

Here is a little Excerpt:

The forest thinned into small, flat clearing. Gabriel dismounted and drew his sword, motioning for her to join him. Evelyn slipped from her saddle and unsheathed her own. Facing him on the field, she nodded.
Gabriel attacked, bringing his blade across to hit her left shoulder. She parried to the left to block him. He switched sides and swiped down toward her right shoulder. Evelyn countered with a parry to the right.
"Is this going to be challenging at some point?" Evelyn smirked.
Gabriel brought his blade across aiming for her left leg, which she blocked, then down to her right. She blocked again.
"Truly? You think me simple?" she asked.
He hesitated, then lunged. When she tilted her sword to parry to the right, he retracted, spinning around her to tap her bottom with the blunt of his blade. She shifted her heated gaze to him. His face was still darkened by the deep hood, but she could sense his amusement.
"That is trickery, a dirty move," she exclaimed, tracking his movements.
"There is no such thing as a fair fight, so fight dirty," he said. "Do you concede?"
"Nay." Evelyn lifted her blade and charged him. He blocked her thrust, parrying to the right, pushing the momentum of the blade around to wrench it from her grasp. Throwing her weight into it, she stomped down on his foot with her heel and twisted it with all her strength.
He dropped back, slipping from her grasp and shaking his foot.
"You learn quickly, Princess."

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Here is more about Kirsten:

Kirsten S. Blacketer is a stay at home mother of two energetic children and a Brittany Spaniel.  A proud U.S. Air Force Wife, she spends a majority of her time with her family, going where the military sends them.  She is an avid romance reader.  The countless stories floating around her head fill notebooks stashed in her bookcase next to books of her handwritten poetry.  Drawn to male beauty, nothing entices or entrances her like horses and handsome men in cravats (or a uniform).  When she’s not lost in a universe of words, Kirsten enjoys photography, horseback riding, gardening, and rollercoasters.  Her husband is her daily inspiration and constant support.
Her passion for writing sparked in eighth grade English, thanks to Mr. Mushrush.  Then it caught fire in high school, in Mr. West’s sophomore English class.   But it was her father’s encouragement that made her push to become the writer she is today.  Surrounding herself with likeminded writers, they fostered her love for writing and helped her reach this monumental goal in her life. 

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Thursday, 19 September 2013

Get all tied up and taste freedom. @sandrabunino #newrelease @evernightpub

I am delighted to have Sandra Bunino with me today. I love her writing and so will you. So over to Sandra!

Thank you for having me on to share Tie Me Free with your readers! Tie Me Free is the fourth book of my Satin Rose Experience series. 

However, no worries if readers haven't read the other three books, because as with the other books in the series, it can be enjoyed as a stand alone story. That said, readers of the series will be reunited with old friends! Of course Asher and Mia make an appearance as the heads of SRE, New York's exclusive BDSM club. Jackson Reid is also back as he demonstrates his knowledge of sensual rope tying.

Tie Me Free was an absolute joy to write because it touches on so many aspects of art. You see, I'm a modern art buff and like my heroine, Kate Angel, I love to get lost in a museum for an afternoon. In Tie Me Free, Kate is introduced to another type of art called Shibari, an ancient Japanese form of rope art. Instead of paint on canvas, beauty is created with rope on skin. Kate harbors body issues. Her insecurities multiply because the person dying to tie her up is a much younger Dom with an oh-so-sexy Irish accent! 

Anyway, I better stop here so I don't give too much away. If you like hot Irish Doms, a little bit o' kink and a whole lotta sexy, please consider downloading Tie Me Free.

Happy red-hot reading! xoxo

Tie Me Free (The Satin Rose Experience) by Sandra Bunino

Release date: September 12, 2013

From Evernight Publishing


She’s forty and vanilla…he’s twenty-eight and…not. 

Score one for Kate Angel. She’s just signed the hottest erotica author to her start up publishing house, Angel Books, but she needs a crash course in kink to appease her demanding client. Creating a Domsublife.com profile seems like an innocent way to do her homework and satisfy her curiosity. 

Mason Myers has lived a lifetime in his twenty-eight years. The product of an Irish orphanage, he grew up fast to overcome his lonely, humble beginnings to become the successful businessman he is today. He's also an experienced Dom at the Satin Rose Experience, an elite BDSM club in New York City. 
A mutual appreciation for modern art establishes their online connection. Mason convinces Kate to meet him at the Guggenheim museum’s erotica exhibit where she reveals her fascination in the art of rope bondage, known as Shibari. Introducing her to the ancient art within the safety of the club, Mason helps Kate surrender her deep-seated hang-ups about her age and body image. 

As the physical and emotional ties that bind her into the submissive of his fantasies tighten, can Kate learn to break the emotional tethers ruling her life and embrace the freedoms they bestow?


Kate stared at the platform as the click of the door sounded over the mesmerizing music. Looking over her shoulder, she found Mason watching her from his spot next to the door. She turned to the only other piece of furniture, a large armoire with a double door. “May I?” She glanced back to Mason.

            He extended his hand toward the cabinet. “Of course. Please.”

            Kate’s heels clicked on the wood floor as she approached the cabinet and swung open the door. Assorted colors of rope lengths lined the shelves. Kate fingered the cords and pulled out a loop of red silk rope. “I didn’t realize the ropes were so soft.”

            Mason pushed off from the wall and walked to her. “The ropes are an extension of the person performing the tying. An extension of their arms and fingers. They’re meant to caress and comfort. The ropes are symbolic of the connection between the individuals involved in the scene as you saw outside.” Mason stood just a whisper from her face. His thumb brushed her fingers holding the silk cord as their gazes locked. “How about a little roleplay, Kate?”

            She cocked her head. “Roleplay?”

            “Do you want to know how it feels to be dominated? To be tied?”

            Kate held her breath and her heartbeat hammered in her chest.

            “Kneel on the platform and put your hands behind your back.”


            “Your safe word is moon. Use it now or anytime during the session.”

            “Session? We never talked about a session tonight.” Kate pulled her hand away but Mason held it firm in his grasp. “I’m not playing games with you, Mason.” She wriggled her wrist free and walked toward the painting.

            Soft footfalls approached and his breath tickled at the back of her head. “You’re looking for something more in your life, Kate. It’s why you took on Blaze as a client, it’s why you joined Domsublife, it’s why you met me at the Guggenheim and it’s why you’re here in this suite. I’d kept tabs on your reaction and body cues as you watched the demonstration. You’re craving to be bound, I can taste it. And I assure you, this is no game. If you don’t like it or it makes you feel uncomfortable to the point you want to stop, say the safe word and I’ll stop and untie you. No questions asked.”

            He was right. Somehow he’d always been right on the mark when it came to her and what she was feeling. The music ceased for a moment between songs. Kate spun around to meet his stare, heartbeat pounding in her chest as her breathing became shallow but she refused to break their stare.

            Kate considered his words and studied his face. “Are the cameras on? Are they watching?”

            Mason nodded. “Yes. Surveillance is on. I gave Mia and Asher the heads up that you might want to experiment. They have your safe word.”

            Kate turned back to face the painting and leaned into his chest. “You scare me,” she whispered.

            His fingertips trailed a path up and down her arms. “Why?”

            “Because you seem to know what I’m thinking before I do.” Because you’re so right for me but so wrong. Because you’re like a gooey, delicious ice cream sundae I’ll never allow myself to taste.

            Mason chuckled. “Is that a bad thing?” His voice poured through her body. Closing her eyes, she pulled away from him. Her glance moved from the door to the platform. She’d never have another chance like this to experience it. Kate squared her shoulders. “Okay. But I’m not getting naked,” she said, holding an index finger up. She moved to the platform and kneeled. Even though the surface was hard, a calmness came over her as she moved to the middle of the table and gazed over the painting in front of her.

            “I’m fine with that limit, for now, except for your feet.” Mason slipped off her shoes and rubbed tight circles his thumbs into the arch of her foot.

            Kate let out a throaty moan. “How do you know how to do that?”

            “Reflexology. It’s part of the study of shibari. I also learned where the body’s pressure points are.” His thumbs traveled to the balls of her feet and let up on the pressure. “How’s that feel?”

            Kate groaned. “Heavenly.” Her muscles loosened instantly.

            “Good. Now just relax, spread your knees apart and sit on your heels. This will be the most comfortable position for you as we do this.”

            Kate complied as his fingers traveled up her back to her shoulders. “You have knots in your shoulders. Under stress?”

            “That’s an understatement,” she snorted.

            “Close your eyes and get lost in the music. Don’t think of anything outside of this room. It’s just you and me.”

            Kate smiled. “There is no you and me, Mason.”

            Mason shushed her and applied pressure to the knot in her shoulder, making her wince. “That hurt like a bitch and felt amazing at the same time. How the hell do you do that?”

            “Shh. Don’t make me gag you, Angel.”

            The words rolled off his tongue as Kate’s mind flashed to the model in the first picture they’d seen at the bondage exhibit. Warmth spread through her body at the thought. Her breath hitched as she imagined the assortment of gags and blindfolds in the drawers of the cabinet. The warmth of Mason’s body radiated through her shirt, his face against the back of her head. “The thought of being gagged turns you on, doesn’t it?”

            “Shit,” she whispered. Did it turn her on? What. The.

Tie Me Free can be found here:

Author Bio:

Sandra Bunino is a numbers crunching business professional by day who stays up past her bedtime thanks to her oh-so-sexy imagination. Who needs sleep, anyway? Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.

These days, Sandra lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family. She always looks forward to hearing from her readers and she may be contacted at sbunino@gmail.com. As a social media junkie in need of a ten-step program, you can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter (@sandrabunino). 

Remember, following is sexy!

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Friday, 13 September 2013

Fall Into #Romance #BlogHop #GIVEAWAY @TTRtweet

Welcome to Fall Into Romance Hop with The Romance Reviews.

I love Autumn, also known as Fall. The colors are amazing, nature at its very best. The changes that occur around you can easily be missed if you are not paying attention. The leaves changes from greens, to yellow, burnt orange and reds before falling off. Kicking leaves as you go by is never dull or childish at all. That crisp morning air that awakens your senses and woolen jumpers coming out the closet as the chill turns to cold is beautiful.

If I think back, I met my husband during this season. It's also my birthday season too. In fact yesterday! So lots to love.

Why not tell me what you love about Fall or why it's special to you.

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Friday, 6 September 2013

Flash Fiction Friday - Waiting #FFF

Hello and welcome to Flash Fiction Friday.
This is my first time so be gentle with me *giggles*.


I wait on my knees for you, just as you asked. The chair in front is the place where you will sit. These few moments that you have given me to compose myself are torturous. I want you here, now. Make me new; make me perfect, just for you. I long for your hands on my skin, your soft voice murmuring in my ear and your warm breath fanning my neck. The door opens and light floods this room, this sanctuary that will be just ours. My heart beats faster as I wait for you oh Mistress.

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Thursday, 5 September 2013

Discover Nash's Niche @RavenMcallan @evernightpub #newrelease

I have managed to grab hold of Lady Felicity Oakley, heroine in Raven McAllan's Nash's Niche, publisher by Evernight Publishing.
Just look at this cover. Lovely!

So over to Lady Felicity -

Now Michaela, I understand you want to interview me?
Well, my name is Lady Felicity Oakley.
In my era that which you call Regency, I'm considered to be a little long in the tooth. Almost an old maid, because I wasn't married before I was one and twenty.
My papa said he was happy about it, that I could chose a husband I loved. Then all of a sudden? Phht. He is trying to make me marry a prosy, fussy, bore, and I will not have it. He and Mama were in love. I expect the same thing.
So I plotted and planned. Poor Raven had no idea.
(I never do—R)
 Now let me see. What would you be interested in? Hmm, well as a lady of the ton, I don't wear drawers. Only the lower classes and well fast women do.  Giggle. I think that's a silly expression, because surely to be fast, the less clothes the better? I really do detest corsets and as for damping my muslin? Shudder Ugh. Wet muslin against the skin. So clammy and slimy and oh no, not for me. I prefer to wear my gown undampened. I am no hussy… Raven be quiet. A little cheeky, yes, a minx, probably, but a hussy no, not ever.
(I never said a word—R)
 Where was I? Oh yes. Me. Well I can drive a phaeton and pair better than a lot of men, and ride to the hounds as well. I like exercise… stop sniggering, and well, blush I have a tattoo.
Nash? Oh my Nash. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when things came together. Oh dear that sounds bad doesn't it? giggle Well yes that as well. Maybe I am a hussy after all? Perhaps I should just say, I'm glad my impulsiveness, and hoydenish ways were not in vain.

Now I was told you want quick fire answers, so I'm ready.
Hounds… oh I have to let you write the questions down? Sigh very well.
Food—anything Andre the chef cooks when not under the thrall of Harold. Otherwise Maggie's oyster and ale pie. I hate liver.
Town or country—country with Nash. The town for perhaps a week or so a year, to replace my wardrobe, and go to a few balls.
Pastime—too much information would be needed.
Author—rolls eyes Perhaps I should say Miss Austen, but it wouldn't be correct.

You can find Felicity in Nash's Niche, available from

A chance meeting at a masked ball leads to explosive and unforgettable sex for both Nash and Felicity.
Reunited under dangerous circumstances, they realize they may have to fight for their love, especially when Felicity is promised to Nash's brother.
With the future of the country at stake and unsure who to trust, can there be a future for the star stuck lovers?
A wee tease

Felicity was having a beautiful dream. Her brandy-filled, hazy mind was full of body thrumming pleasure. Someone was playing with her curls and increasing her juices. His—she knew it was a he—fingers teased and played with her nub, and then with an exquisite slowness pushed inside her cunt. She moaned and wriggled as he thrust into her channel. She squirmed. Why fingers? Why not his tool? A thought struck her. Dreams didn't talk. She opened her eyes and from out of the mist that surrounded her, and the semi lightness of the night, she saw a large figure. It loomed over her and she jerked back, no easy feat, as his hand clamped onto her skin like a limpet. The wicked fingers increased their pressure both inside her and over the tiny nub, which she had learned could give her so much pleasure.
He pinched her, and she tried to pull back even as the sensation of a climax began to roll through her. Felicity had oft thought how lucky she was to know what the tingles and goose bumps that bombarded her could herald, how to enjoy every last nuance until her juices coated whatever digit or toy she used, and let her body shudder in completion. Only once had she known a true climax—well, not once she allowed, but one night. However, now wasn't the time to think about that. Now was the time to extract herself from this predicament.
She screamed, even as she matched his movements.
There was a growl, a growl for heaven’s sake, what sane man growled, and those magic fingers moved ever faster. She couldn't help but match them. Then he said the silliest thing ever, and told her not to move. Felicity thought there was as much likelihood of that happening as the King recovering. She ignored him and thrust against him. She was so very close to coming, and surely he wouldn't deny her?
It seemed he would. The deep velvet voice flowed over her, and increased her arousal. The words did stop her in her tracks though. "I have a weapon, and I will use it."
If anything was guaranteed to stop her coming, those words were it. Felicity's arousal disappeared as fast as a pickpocket with a fob watch. She heaved a sigh and pulled as far away from him as possible. There was a rustle and the mattress shook, before she heard the noise of a match scraping over a tinderbox. A flare of light as it caught, and then a candle sent long shadows dancing over her skin.
 Felicity narrowed her eyes and watched as a man—a tall, dark-haired, and incredibly handsome man set the candle into a sconce. She looked him up and down, and couldn't help the chuckle escaping.
Apart from a fine linen shirt, he was naked. And just below the hemline that seemed to frame it, his long, thick, and hard cock waved a welcome. Felicity looked at his face, then let her gaze drift lower to admire his prick. Then she stared back at his face again. Her stomach churned, as the gentleman—even only wearing a shirt, and with a rampant staff that stood out proudly from his body, he couldn't be anything else other than a gentleman—stared at her. Her pulse jumped. She would bet her pin money she knew him—in the biblical way. If only her brain wasn't brandy-fuddled and his shirt would lift just one more inch, she could be certain. However, even in the flickering candle light Felicity was sure. It was the one man she had glimpsed heaven with, and vowed to leave well enough alone, who threatened her. She thought quickly. He had no idea who she was, and she intended to keep it that way.
"Well now," she said slowly. "You're right, you most certainly do have a weapon. I do hope you know how to use it properly."

Now some nosy links
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.

You can find out more about Raven here…

https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan       (author page)

Wednesday, 4 September 2013

Mid Week Tease : Shower Scene #MatedForever @Evernightpub #MWTease

Welcome to Mid Week Tease.

Today I am teasing you with the sight of Lou in the shower...will Jorie give into temptation and join the dusky beauty?

The excerpt is take from my newest book, Mated Forever.

The noise of the shower interrupted her thoughts. Jorie fisted her hands and gritted her teeth. Then, with decisive steps, she walked through the bedroom to the bathroom. The door was ajar, almost inviting her in. Once inside, the hot steam fogged her vision. Her eyes adjusted quickly, and she made out water cascading over golden brown skin. Rivulets journeyed their way down the perfect body, which was all curves. Jorie wanted to stroke Lou’s round ass, and kiss it all over. She stretched out her hands. Her skin tightened, and heat radiated throughout her body. She knew exactly what was happening. Her wolf begged to be let out to play with her mate.
Breathing deeply, Jorie stepped forward. The steam cleared at little more and Lou turned around. Jorie stared at Lou's round breasts topped off with dark chocolate nipples, and licked her lips. Lou glanced up. Her eyes deepened then a ring of copper formed around her pupils. Lou continued to soap her body. Jorie watched Lou's hand circle down to her bare pussy with the sponge. Her own pussy ached with need. Lou dropped the sponge and leaned her body into the water, washing the suds off her skin. Jorie wanted to touch her so badly.

Will Jorie just look or will she step forward and touch too? 

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Sunday, 1 September 2013

#SexySnippets @TNScribblers #MatedForever @evernightpub

Welcome to another addition of Sexy Snippets. 

Each Sunday we give you a taste of 7 sexy sentences from our work, whether published or not.

Today my snippet comes Mated Forever  which was published on 23rd August by Evernight Publishing.

I am delighted to say it is an All Romance ebooks BESTSELLER!

Here is the Blurb:

The full moon is always a time for danger and mating. This month it brings the scent of Louisa's mate. Jorie is on the run and in grave danger. Being rescued by Louisa brings safety and a new temptation. As the girls act on their feelings, and passion overtakes them, they are unaware of the danger surrounding them both. When Jorie is kidnapped, it's a race against time. Will Louisa be able to save her mate, or will the past and all its secrets destroy them before they even have a chance at forever?

As you might be able to tell, this is a F/F Paranormal Interracial Romance!

Ready for your snippet?

Jorie unbuttoned her shirt. Lou came closer still, helping Jorie to release her arms. Warm hands massaged her breasts. Jorie untwisted Lou's hair and let those dark curls loose. They were silky smooth, and Jorie massaged Lou's head then cupped her face.
Their lips met. 

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