Monday, October 14, 2019

Behind The Scenes With My Naughty Heroine - #CharacterInterview #BDSM @PebblesLacasse

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Pebbles LaCasse: Hello, and welcome! Today, I am interviewing Beth McDavid, one of the main characters in my new book, My Wife & Master Jake.

This book, if you haven’t read it yet, is an insightful story about a couple’s journey into the world of submission, dominance and self-discovery. It’s sexy, taboo, and takes you into the minds of both dom and sub, by each sharing the role of main character. The story is told in such a way that it’s not all about the sex. I tried to take the reader into the minds of Beth and Jake during some of the most in-depth, sexual, mental and emotional situations. I loved writing this book. It’s not just an erotic novel, not by far.

Here is a quick rundown on what My Wife & Master Jake is about.
Henry desires for his wife to be ravished by his sexually dominant co-worker and friend. After his urging, and Jake’s guarantee that she can walk away at any time, Beth agrees to play along. Her sessions with him test her mentally, physically and emotionally. But is Henry willing to do the same for her?

Okay, so let’s get to the interview. Hello, Beth. You must be excited about the book’s recent release. I know I am.

Beth McDavid: Hello, Pebbles. Yes, I am excited and anxious.

PL: Why anxious?

BM: Now that people will be reading all about my sexual adventures with Jake, I’m feeling a bit self-conscious. I’m nervous about people judging me.

PL: As a writer, people judge me, especially for putting my characters in taboo sexual situations. This book is smoking hot! Sizzling, sexy, and the readers will be jealous of all the orgasms you had.

BM: He’s very good at what he does.

PL: So, tell everyone a bit about your life before Jake entered the picture.

BM: My life was great, still is. I’m married to Henry McDavid. We’ve been together for almost twenty years. We have no children--didn’t want any. We have busy careers and didn’t want to give that up. Henry is a chief financial officer for an external auditing firm. I’m a writer, and work from home.

PL: How did you meet Jake?

BM: Technically, we met in a dark room inside your imagination, but in the book, my husband introduced me to him at a work function. Right after he did, he scurried off to go talk to someone else, leaving Jake and me staring at each other. He’s absolutely dreamy. I could stare at him all day long. Don’t tell him I said that.

PL: I won’t, but he is likely to read this interview.

BM: Yes, he will, and he’ll tease me about it. That’s okay, maybe he’ll reward me.

PL: Hey, Jake, if you’re reading this, I think you’re dreamy too! Okay back to the interview. Is that when he propositioned on you?

BM: Yeah, and it shocked me. He was so forward. At first, I thought he was just being nice, but soon, it became all too real. He asked me to meet him for lunch at a café. I wasn’t going to go, but when I told Henry about Jake’s proposal, he urged me to go meet him. Him and Henry are great friends. They set it up. Henry knew Jake was into BDSM and wasn’t a blabbermouth, so he would keep the affair secret. Henry would get excited every time he thought about Jake dominating me.

PL: You met with Jake and he talked his way into your curious mind, and you went home with him. Were you scared?

BM: I was so nervous that I almost turned the car around several times on the short drive to his house. When we got there, I was shaking so much that I thought I would fall down.

PL: Tell us about the first time with him.

BM: Oh, wow! Yes, incredible! After asking me to strip naked, he bound my hands over my head and tied them to a dangling chain from the ceiling. I was standing. He didn’t punish me much at all that first time. He spanked me a bit, pulled my nipples, but he wanted to break me in slowly. It worked, because I was hooked and needed to know more, experience more, feel more.

PL: Tell us about when Henry got to watch the action.

BM: I won’t tell you the whole story, but he enjoyed it very much, all by himself. I think everyone knows what I mean.

PL: He got handsy with himself. Who wouldn’t? Watching something like that play out would be too much to bear without relieving some tension. For the people reading this—the scene in the office… Whew!

BM: It was spontaneous, and we all loved it!

PL: Tell us about your feelings of guilt.

BM: I felt guilty at times. I was having sex with another man. Henry kept telling me that he enjoyed knowing I was getting ‘taken care of’ while he was in a boring board meeting.

PL: But you set him up with someone, didn’t you?

BM: Yes, I did. I’m not going to tell what happened because I think everyone should read the book.

PL: I’ll just say that three is company but four is a party and let your imaginations soar. Beth, I want to thank you for coming here to talk with me about your starring role in my new book, My Wife & Master Jake.

BM: Thank you for interviewing me, Pebbles. This was a lot of fun.

PL: I hope everyone reads this book - My Wife & Master Jake by me, Pebbles Lacasse. It’s available for purchase on Amazon, FREE on KU, and you can buy the book as a paperback, for all the paper junkies. No judgement--I’m a paper junkie. I just love holding an actual book in my hands. You'll find the BUY link and a CONTEST link below my steam excerpt.

Excerpt (X rated)

Tell me what you want, Beth.”

What does he want me to say? Does he want details like how fast or slow to fuck me? Perhaps just a rough description. “Make love to me.”

He frowns. “No, I won’t ever do that. Your husband can make love to you. I’m available strictly for sexual pleasure but definitely not lovemaking. If you’re hoping for more than what I’m offering, you’ll be greatly disappointed.”

“Oh, no! That’s not what I meant, exactly.” How can I not find the right words to describe what I want from him right now? I am a writer, goddammit!

“Beth, in this room, I need you to be specific. What do you want?” I simply shrug, not sure of what to say. “Do you want me to lick or fuck your pussy? Fuck your ass again? Stimulate you another way, perhaps? I don’t often ask, so take advantage. I do what I want within her boundaries. Because I don’t know you well enough to know what you want, I will ask you this one time. What do you want, Beth?”

“Um, I’d like to take you in my mouth.”

“Do you want it to be forced, or should I let you have all the control?”

“A little of both, maybe,” I reply with a shyness that’s unnecessary at this point.

“I don’t ever want you to be coy with me. If you want something and I ask you to speak, answer me precisely; otherwise, I’ll do what I want, and you might not like it.” He insists, “Get down on your knees and tell me you want to suck my cock.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say while sliding my weary body off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. He holds his cock in his fist. I’m looking up at him with my lips parted, ready to take him. He’s looking down at my gaping mouth. He puts two fingers in and slides them along my tongue until they are in past his knuckles. I watch him lick his lips. His eyes admire the depth his fingers have reached. He’s pleased with my ability to evade gagging. He pulls his fingers out, then slides them back in, but now there are three fingers at the back of my tongue. I open my throat and force my tongue against my bottom jaw to prevent me from gagging. I don’t want him to see me as an incapable woman.

“Again, tell me what you want.”

With his fingers still deep in my mouth, I do my best to say, “I want to suck your cock.”

After sliding his fingers from my mouth, Jake says, “This should be fun.” His smile lifts the corner of his mouth as he puts the head of his cock between my lips and tells me, “Suck just that much.”

I tighten my lips around the mushroom head and suck gently, teasing his hole with my tongue. I watch his facial twitches as my lips work the tip of his prick. He bites his bottom lip while stroking the back of my head with his hand. He lifts his chin and looks straight ahead as if to distract his thoughts from my actions. I start rocking my head forward and back, taking more of him in my mouth each time.

Suddenly, Jake grabs my hair and yanks my head back. He bends down until his face is nearly touching mine. “You only suck what I offer you. Don’t be so fucking greedy.”

He stands back up while my heart pounds, my eyes wide open, fighting back nervous tears. Why was he so angry with me? I was sucking his cock. Isn’t that what men like? I open my mouth and wait for him to put exactly how much he wants to in my mouth. Why am I so upset about disappointing him? He didn’t hit me or anything.
Fucking get it together, Beth!

He whispers reassuring words. “Don’t cry. You’re stronger than that. You have the power to make it all stop. Do you want to stop?” I shake my head. “You’ll learn to follow instructions. If I tell you to do something, you do it how I say; nothing more, nothing less. When I say that I only want you to suck the tip of my cock, that’s all you’ll suck until I offer you more. Do you understand?”

I nod, still holding the tip of his cock between my lips. I return to sucking softly and licking the tip, staying conscious of how much I’m taking in. I no longer want to cry because he’s right; it’s my choice to be here, and I can leave if I want to.

About Me

Pebbles Lacasse writes tales of steamy romance. She loves taking the characters in her erotic novels on a rollercoaster ride of emotions as they explore their innermost thoughts and desires. She’s written books under several different genres and aliases, favouring erotic romance and BDSM.

Born and raised in southern Ontario, Pebbles never felt a need to stray too far. She still resides in the area with her husband of many years. Unfortunately, their two adult children have moved away to further their educations and careers. Being very family oriented, their absence is greatly missed. Thankfully, internet keeps them feeling close.

Pebbles loves her family, her animals and the close friends that have stuck by her through good times and bad.

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Sunday, October 13, 2019

Sizzling Sunday: Hot Brides in Vegas - #SizzlingSunday #VegasBabes #AmWriting #BlowJob

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I’ve been writing like crazy, trying to get the next book in the Vegas Babes series out before the end of October. I’m up to 39,000 words, but still have some story to spin out. I’d really like to release it on Halloween (though it has no paranormal or horror content at all).

Meanwhile, let me regale this Sunday with a truly sexy excerpt from the first Vegas Babes book, Hot Brides in Vegas. Enjoy!

Never underestimate the power of a horny bride.

Francesca Torellis tycoon father is throwing a lavish Las Vegas wedding for his only child. Her fiancé Jake and his buddies set out for a stag night, exploring the fleshpots of Sin City. Meanwhile, Fran and her bridesmaids Laura and Chantal are stuck at the resort under the watchful eye of her stern Aunt Giulia, who has promised her brother that Franny will come to the altar a virgin.

Frustrated and annoyed by these double standards, the young women hatch a plan to escape their chaperone and have some fun of their own. With the help of a susceptible concierge, a butch ex-cop limo driver and a scandalous French couturiere, they find their way to The Foxs Den, the most exclusiveand outrageous—gentlemen’s club in the city. Owner Larry Archer and his crew of strippers, bouncers, voyeurs and sluts are more than happy to welcome the delectable trio as contestants performing at the club’s famous Amateur Night.

The gleeful permissiveness of the Den challenges the women’s assumptions and undermines their inhibitions. Complications ensue when Jake and his groomsmen arrive to find Fran in the midst of her strip act. Then Aunt Giulia crashes the party, determined to save her virgin niece, and things get really sticky—both figuratively and literally.

Will love triumph? Will Francesca be drawn over to the dark side? Is there a difference?


Laura nibbled her wet way down his abdomen then burrowed her nose into his pubes. “God, you smell good!”

Probably I smell like you.” He laughed with delight.

Like me and you together. A great blend.”

Definitely—oh, shit!”

Laura fluttered her tongue over his cockhead again. “You like that?”

Oh, yeah…yeah!”

She clamped her hand around the base of his cock and licked firmly up and down his shaft.

Oh! Oh God, Laura!”

Unsurprisingly, he tasted like pussy. Laura recalled watching her friends trade licks with the strippers. At the time, she’d been squicked, but now the memory just made her hotter. Still, a nice stiff cock—a huge cock like Steve’s—was much more her style.

He was so big she wasn’t sure she could take all of him. But she sure as hell was going to try.
Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she slid her lips halfway down his pole.

Aah…oh, yeah!” He buried his fingers in her hair, mashing her face into his groin.

She pulled back. “No! Let me, Steve. You just lie there and enjoy.” She pursed her lips around his knob, wringing a moan from his throat.

I don’t know if I can…”

Of course you can. Just lie back and let me please you.” She engulfed him once again, this time managing about three quarters of his length. Gathering her saliva, she slathered it all over his swollen rod, then slid further down still.


She raised and lowered her head, opening wider each time. With each attempt, she came closer to swallowing him completely. Finally, his scratchy fuzz grazed her cheeks.

Laura breathed through her nose, her mouth stuffed full of cock-meat. She sucked hard, massaging him with her tongue. If he started to thrust, she’d pull away, until he stopped. He was strung tight, vibrating with need, as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.

Ah…oh, please…I can’t hold back any more, baby…gonna come…!”

She turned up the suction. He swelled against her palate. His flesh shuddered and convulsed. Thick jizz flooded her mouth. She swallowed the first spurt, then started to choke. As she drew back to catch her breath, a second burst sprayed across her lips and cheeks.

She gathered what she could reach with her tongue, watching her lover’s reactions. Face flushed and eyes closed, he lay motionless for at least sixty seconds. More cum oozed out of his half-rigid penis and dribbled down into his pubes. She bent to lick it up.

When she sat up, his eyes were open. His face glowed with something like adoration.

You’ve got cum all over you, Laura,” he said.

She grinned. “Yes, well that sometimes happens when you suck a guy off.”

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Saturday, October 12, 2019

Leashed, collared and put on display - #regency #spanking #kindleunlimited @KryssieFortune

When her brother tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents. But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.

Though having her bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.

When Stonehurst learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail, then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?

Publisher’s Note: The Viscount’s Pet is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used and His Innocent Bride. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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The horse and rider appeared from nowhere.

Julianna sidestepped and dropped her bag. Her ankle twisted beneath her, and she tumbled to the ground. When the horseman tugged hard at the reins, the coal-black stallion reared, its forelegs pawed the air. She screamed and closed her eyes. Curled into a ball, she waited for its ebony hooves to pulverize her.

The rider swore, the horse whickering as it planted its feet in the dirt by her face. Tiny dust clouds rose from the road. She coughed and crablike, she scuttled to the fallen oak at the edge of the copse. The bracken smelled earthy, and the thick foliage cushioned her bruised ribs.

Her heart beat overtime when the horseman dismounted and stalked toward her. Wearing a black greatcoat and muffler, he towered over her. Grabbing her wrist, he hauled her upright.

Even in the evening twilight, his hair shone the same blue-black as a raven’s wing. His features were familiar, but she had no idea why. One glance at his steeply angled eyebrows and she wondered if he was the devil come to claim her.

Her brother would have grabbed her shoulders and shaken her until her head ached. That or hurled vile insults at her. Instead, the dark horseman’s eyes twinkled with good humor. She couldn’t decide if they were midnight blue or ebony black. Their mysterious depths and sloping eyebrows gave him a demonic air.

His high cheekbones were so sharp Michelangelo could have chiseled them from marble. There was a cleft in his square chin that she wanted to stroke. His broad, kissable lips made her want to lick and taste, but they were set in a stern, disapproving frown. If he smiled, his dark charisma would mesmerize any nocturnal creatures. Bats, foxes, and badgers would flock to his side.

His utter masculinity sent shudders along her spine. Devilish and terrifying, he emanated menace and danger. She should be shaking in fear, but he sparked wicked longings in her soul.

Untouched and innocent, she hated how her nipples pearled and damp heat creamed between her legs. She needed his lips pressed against hers and his hands on her body. For a woman who’d sworn never to marry, that scared her more than his fury. If not for his tight grip on her shoulders, she’d have run off into the night.

Her pulse still raced, but she buried her fear beneath a haughty manner. “Unhand me, sir. I’m late as it is.”

Rather than let go of her arm, he tugged her closer. He smelled of citrus fruits and freshly gathered mint. When her gaze meshed with his, lightning bolts sizzled between them. Head bent, he moved toward her. She puckered her lips in anticipation.

Blinking, he straightened abruptly. “I could have killed you, you little fool.”

Disappointment crushed her soul. Her ribs ached from Kit’s assault and her ankle throbbed from her fall. Sniffing back tears, she thought of her mother’s pampered cat and tried to out-stare him. “My apologies, sir. I should have been paying attention, not daydreaming along in the twilight. Since neither of us is hurt, we can go on our own ways.”

Not until you’ve learned your lesson,” he snapped.

Pulling free from his hold, she rubbed her wrist. Nervous, she retreated toward her portmanteau, ready to grab it and run. Shooting forward, he hoisted her over his shoulder. The undignified position made her ribs throb. His hand splayed over her rear end, caressing and stroking it as he pinned her in place.

Five steps and he’d carried her back to the tree trunk. Once settled on it, he thrust her over his knee. “Naughty little girls who risk their lives deserve a spanking. And I’m just the man to give it to you.”

About the Author

Alpha males and their sassy mates rule in Kryssie Fortune's books. If the hero's a shapeshifter, ex-military, or into BDSM so much the better.

Kryssie grew up climbing trees and playing with imaginary dragons. She still loves dragons, and if she can sneak one into her books she will.

Her pet hates are unhappy endings and books that end on a cliffhanger.

Kryssie's books are hot and explicit but the plot always comes before the sex. Since she writes erotic romance, she guarantees a happy ending.

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Friday, October 11, 2019

A natural force she was helpless to resist... #WesternRomance #FeistyHeroine #Giveaway @authordebcamp


He had tumbleweed in his blood, moving from one town to the next. Traveling to where there was trouble, Dalton Moon was hired to tame wild places with a fast draw and an iron will. Lacy Tyrell knew that Dalton wouldn’t be around long and she shouldn’t be tempted by him. But like the moon, his pull on her was a natural, powerful force that she was helpless to resist.


You could come with me, Lacy. Nothing’s keeping you here.” The words tumbled out before his brain had time to process them, but they felt right. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

Are you dangling a carrot in front of me with no intention of ever allowing me to take a bite of it? If you are, I might just slap your face.”

Dalton caught her wrists in his and grinned, not the least bit bothered by her threat. He couldn’t blame her for doubting him. “I’m not dangling anything. What would stop you from coming with me when I leave Far Creek? Would you even consider it?”

Pink color pooled in her cheeks. She stared at his shirt button, refusing to meet his eyes when she whispered, “Perhaps.”

The world paused, suspended by her one-word answer. “Perhaps?” he repeated, needing to be sure that’s what he’d heard.

Her shoulders bobbed. “It depends on if you ask me the right question before you ask me to leave Far Creek with you.” Now her gaze slid up and she peered at him through the curtain of her sable lashes.

His breath whistled down his throat. The right question? Oh, hell. What did he say to that? Was he ready to ask that of her? Was he even worthy of asking her? Before he could say another word, she made a sound of impatience and ripped from his loosened grasp. With a flounce of petticoats and the lash of her thick braid across his chin, she was gone.

Dalton stood in the dark alley, breathing heavily as if he’d just chased down a cougar – a cougar that smelled like strawberries and talcum powder. He breathed in her scent and closed his eyes, feeling vulnerable, stripped bare. She owned him. Lacy, with her golden hair and blue-sky eyes, had lassoed and hobbled him.

About the Author

Whatever type of romance you love to read, Deborah Camp writes it. From sweet to sexy, contemporary to historical

Author of more than 50 romances, both contemporary and historical, Deborah received the very first Janet Dailey Award (given to a romance novel that best addressed a social problem). My Wild Rose deals with battered women and children in 1800s with Carrie Nation as a character in the novel. Solitary Horseman also won the In d’tale Magazine’s Rone Award. Deborah loves writing stories that are centered on brave women and honorable men.

Deborah’s books have been praised by reviewers, bloggers, and readers who love complex characters and clever plotting. She always mixes in a bit of humor and a lot of heart.

She’s been a full-time writer since graduating from the University of Tulsa. Her first novel was published in the late 1970s and her books have been published by Jove, New American Library, Harlequin, Silhouette, Avon, and Amazon. She was inducted into the Oklahoma Authors Hall of Fame and she’s a charter member of the Romance Writers of America. She’s also a member of the Author’s Guild.

Communicating with readers and other writers is something she enjoys, so don't be shy about visiting her online.

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