Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Trick or Treat! (#BDSM #FlashFiction #Halloween #freereads)

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"Which would you prefer, Sarah, the cane or the feather duster?"

"Is that a trick question?"

"Why do you ask? Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I do. But you do have a way of twisting things around in unexpected directions."

"I thought you liked surprises. In any case, as your Master it's my responsibility to add a certain - ambiguity - to our interactions. To keep you on your toes."

"These ridiculous spike heels do that well enough."

"If I hear any more complaints or excuses, Sarah, I will make you very sorry. And I don't mean something you'd enjoy like a spanking or nipple clamps."


"Sarah! Just answer my question. Now."

"Well... I choose the cane."

"Really? Why is that? You're blushing, you know. Tell me why you prefer the cane."

"Well - um - I think it will hurt more. And that it will please you more, to see me enduring that pain."

"But I asked what you wanted. Not what you think I'd want."


"What was that?"

"There's no difference, Master. What I want is to please you, to fulfill your every lust, to satify your desires before you are even aware of them."

"Silly, romantic girl. You sound like a novel."

"It's the truth. I can't help it."

"So - " (Swish!) "you want the cane, do you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Last time, you remember, you couldn't sit down for two days." (Swish!)

"I remember."

"Very well. Bend over and hold on to the edge of the table. Good." (Swish!)

"Ow -- oh! Oh!!"

"You're awfully slick, Sarah. The cane slides back and forth in your pussy as though it was greased."


"Spread your legs a bit more. That's right. Now I can rub the bamboo right up against your clit."

"Oh, Master! Oh...!"

"I think that talking about the pain makes you hot. But what about the pain itself?"

"Uh...ooh...I don't know."

"We should do some experiments in that area, don't you think? Oh, there's the doorbell. Some urchins come to extort their candy from us, no doubt. Get up and answer it, Sarah."

"What? Like this?"

"Naked, in high heels, with a cane wedged in your crotch? Why not?"

"Please, the neighbors are already suspicious about us. All the screams and so on. If I expose myself to their kids, they're going to report us. These days, especially, anything involving children is especially dangerous."

"Hey, you'd probably like it in prison. All those rough, nasty guards... Come on, Sarah, I'm only teasing you. Here, throw this over your head. Then go answer the door."


"I'll give you butt! Don't argue. I swear, for someone who claims to be my slave you give me a lot of lip."

"I'm sorry, Master. But I must look like Casper with an erection."

"You do, rather. Never mind. Go give the grubby little devils what they deserve, then get back here."

"Yes, Master."


"So, who was it?"

"Two Darth Vaders, one Power Ranger, one Harry Potter and a most convincing Elvira, Mistress of the Dark."

"Hmm, sounds appealing. Should have invited her in."

"Master... ow!"

"Your nipples are like marbles, little Sarah. And how's that cane doing? Walk around a bit for me. Very fetching. But I think you're having a bit too much fun. Let me have it."

"Ooh...ah! Are you going to beat me now?"

"Perhaps. Would you like that?"

"Whatever you'd like, Master."

"Hmm. Is that so? So many possibilities... Go back to the table and bend over again. Thighs wide. That's right. Now, reach back and pull open your cheeks. Yes, very nice. So sensitive and vulnerable. I really should cane you, Sarah. You deserve it, for your insolence and your questions. But..." (Zip!) "I'm just too indulgent to train you properly..."





"Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did."

"The cane was delicious, a real treat. I was wondering what you planned to do if I had chosen the feather duster."

"Actually, I was going to break off the feathers and use the sharp quills to pierce the flesh around your nipples."

"No! Not really! You wouldn't do that! Would you?"

"You can never be sure, Sarah, can you? That's why you love me."

"Only one of the reasons, Master. One of many."


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Sunday, October 29, 2017

Sizzling Sunday: Unearthly Delights (#paranormal #erotica #Halloween)

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It’s the Sunday before Halloween, and I’m celebrating the release of Unearthly Delights: Tales of Paranormal Desire. This anthology showcases the talent of the authors who frequent the Erotica Readers & Writers Association Storytime list. The eight stories in the collection range from light hearted to extremely dark, but all are intense, arousing tales that deliver a fresh and compelling take on paranormal sexual experience.

My own story, “Underground”, lies on the darker edge of the spectrum. The heroine is a woman whose sexual needs can only be satisfied by a creature of the night.

Check out my  exclusive Sizzling Sunday excerpt below. Then go buy a copy of the book—it’s on sale for the next week for only 99 cents!

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Thus far tonight, despite the dagger, there has been no blood—just his mouth on mine and his probing thoughts. You are sure? comes his question, as clear as if he’d spoken aloud. I’ve become accustomed to his presence in my mind, the quiet authority that soothes me on the rare occasions when fleeting terror breaks through my lassitude.

I cannot nod—my muscles no longer obey me—but I mentally broadcast my assent. Even now, after all our encounters, I am not certain who he is, what limits he may have, how dangerous he could be. That doesn’t matter. I’d never refuse him.

His kiss sucks the breath from my lungs and the energy from my limbs, leaving me gloriously weak. Liquid pleasure ripples through my languid flesh, flowing in to replace the restless hunger that normally animates my body. I sink into the clean, sunshine-smelling sheets. My pulse sluggish, my breath stuttering, I close my eyes and let myself drown in that intoxicating kiss.

The world grows fuzzy, yet every sensation is heightened. His skin is silken. His mouth is hot as the sun, wet as rain. Tonight he smells of summer flowers and January snow. His hands roam over my nakedness as he kisses me, stroking, coaxing, delicate but insistent. Each touch is an invitation to release a bit more of my self to him.

When he finally stretches out on top of me, I am barely breathing. My heart beats no more than a dozen times per minute. I should be unconscious, my life hanging by a thread. Instead I’m acutely aware of him—the pressure of his hairless chest against my breasts, his winter scent. That, and the ripples of phantom bliss I feel despite my paralysis.

Then Z slides his cock into the hungry void between my sprawled thighs. Fire streaks through me. Answering energy surges back to him in a delicious, dizzy rush. I’d thought I was close to depleted, but I’m wrong. I have more, much more to give.

Z’s fingers might be gentle, but he wields his cock with all the brutal force I crave. Even in my debilitated state, I find myself close to climax as he pounds my cunt. He hovers over me, supporting himself on his arms, skewering me again and again. I’m far too weak to clench my muscles and hold him inside, but my slick folds cling to his cock as he withdraws before each savage thrust. Each time he enters my flesh, he takes more of me.

I surrender gladly, rejoicing in my weakness. Never have I felt so utterly helpless. Possessed, overwhelmed, almost erased. It’s terrifying and thrilling, desperately erotic. My sight is dim, but still I see his eyes, glowing above me as though lit from within by blue-green flame. No smile softens his features, not even now as his cock pulses in my paralyzed depths and his rhythm grows ragged. My surrender excites him. The knowledge that I please him, that I fulfill his needs as he does mine, floods me with a tingling warmth.

Saturday, October 28, 2017

All Dreams are Uninvited (#paranormal #demons #Muse @KD_Grace)

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By K D Grace (Guest Blogger)

Thank you for inviting me over, Lisabet. It’s always a pleasure to join you.

I’ll admit it, I talk to myself. It’s gotten so bad that when I’m thinking through a story, I even forget I’m in a public place and just keep on talking. The thing is, I find conversation with myself often enlightening. You know what it’s like to talk through a problem with a friend, or even just discuss something that’s important to both of you. It’s not unusual to walk away from those talks with new insights and deeper understanding.

I find that conversation with myself is not all that different. Sometimes by talking things through, I find solutions I hadn’t expected, inspiration from bits of internal dialogue. This happens often enough, in fact, that sometimes I do feel like I’m talking with someone else. Sometimes the conversations become brainstorming sessions. Sometimes they devolve into arguments, and I find that I don’t always get along with myself. Those are the most difficult times, when I have to figure out how to make peace with me.

In some ways I think those conversations we have with ourselves are the grown-up version of the imaginary friends we had as children. At times, whoever I’m talking to inside is a really scary bitch. Other times I think she’s bloody brilliant. I’ve made no bones about believing my Muse is a vicious, sadistic woman who delights in egging me on and poking me in the ribs with a big pointy stick. She seldom changes out of her dressing gown, and she chain smokes filterless cigarettes. While I wouldn’t exactly call her an imaginary friend, she gets the job done.

Of course, I know she’s me. I’m not quite ready for the rubber room yet. But I also know that she’s a different part of me, a part that offers me tough loving, sadistic inspiration that keeps me tunnel-visioned and writing into all hours. This post is not to say that my strange relationship with my Muse inspired the first two novels of the Medusa’s Consortium series…. But… Maybe.

I wanted a glorious Muse – broad shouldered, sexy, dark hair, sizzling smile. I wanted to be seduced into writing and then rewarded with more seduction for my efforts. I think, as much as anything the Guardian – the demon who is imprisoned inside my Scribe, Susan Innes, was inspired by that fantasy of the sexy Muse I didn’t get. How can you doubt that when Susan, the heroine in both my novels, In The Flesh and Blindsided, is a Scribe just like all novelists are. She’s home to a very dangerous, and sexy, demon who could be a desperately needed ally. The one thing he isn’t, however, is safe.

Most people have some fantasy about yielding to dangerous seduction. What if we did yield? What if we could survive that yielding? What would be our reward? What would we discover about ourselves? I’m convinced the writers of the very best novels I’ve read are the ones who take that plunge and allow themselves to be seduced by the unsafe places in the imagination, in the human psyche. What comes from allowing that dangerous seduction can be a wild and exhilarating journey. It can equally be our worst nightmare. The demon within, the muse, the inner voice can guide us, seduce us, even destroy us, and the risk we take when we yield and listen doesn’t come without a price. And for Susan, the question very quickly becomes is she willing to take that risk and pay that price.


In New York City, away from those she loves, living with the enigmatic vampire, Desiree Fielding, Susan Innes struggles to come to terms with life as a vampire whose body serves as the prison for a deadly demon.

When Reese Chambers arrives unexpectedly from England, desperate for her help, she discovers that Alonso Darlington, his lover and her maker, has been taken captive and Reese has been warned to tell no one but her. Before the two can make a plan, Susan receives her own message from a man calling himself just Cyrus. He not only holds her maker prisoner, but also her lover, the angel Michael. If she wishes to see either of them alive, she’ll come to him and not tell Magda Gardener, the woman they all work for and fear.

With no help coming from Magda or her Consortium, Susan and Reese must turn to the Guardian – the terrifying demon now imprisoned in her body. He alone can help them, but how can she possibly trust him after all he’s done?


It was a dark place where she found him, with walls so high only a small patch of starlight was visible above, but she was a vampire now. She didn’t need the light, and he, well he had never needed the light, had he? He stood naked with his back to her. He was broad of shoulder. There were white scars like latticework across muscles stretched taut over his shoulder blades. At first she thought they were from a whip, but as she drew nearer, she saw that they were more geometric in form, as though perhaps they were some sort of ancient ceremonial writing. She traced the shapes of them with the tips of her fingers, and his muscles rippled with the sensation. With a start she realized she’d never seen his body before.

That is because I have none,” came his reply. “Only in dreams can I wear the flesh of my choosing.”

You’ve worn flesh often enough. I would have thought it was always of your choosing,” she said, making no effort to hide her bitterness.

It was not my own, though. That pleasure, I have never known.”

Only in dreams, you say. Then this is a dream.”

You know that it is.” He didn’t turn to face her but leaned toward her, and she slipped her arms around him and rested her head on the flat of his back. His belly tensed at the touch of her hands, and he caught his breath in a soft moan. “Touch is what I longed for most,” he said. “I thought the lack of it would drive me insane while I languished in my previous prison. But here, with you, I’m closer to touch than I would have thought possible. I do not mind it, you know. It is no hardship to be nestled inside you, close to your heart.”

She released him and took in their surroundings once more. “This is the place I’ve created for you?”

He pulled her arms back around him and sighed with contentment as she laid her head against him once more. “This is how I have decorated. The place you created for me was only the shape of myself, both boundless and infinitesimal. Oh, it did not matter. I could see through your eyes, feel through your flesh, even though it no longer lived as it once did, even though you never spoke to me. I hoped that someday you would.”

And when I refuse, you come uninvited into my dreams?”

All dreams are uninvited, Susan, and perhaps this time it is you who have come uninvited into my dream.”

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About K D Grace

Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, K D Grace believes Freud was right. It really IS all about sex -- sex and love – and that is an absolute writer’s playground.

When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening or walking. Her creativity is directly proportional to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She loves mythology, which inspires many of her stories. She enjoys time in the gym, where she’s having a mad affair with a pair of kettle bells. Her first love is writing, but she loves reading and watching birds. She adores anything that gets her outdoors.

KD’s novels and other works are published by Totally Bound, SourceBooks, Accent Press, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, and others. She also writes romance under the name Grace Marshall.

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Friday, October 27, 2017

A conversation with Izzy Szyn (#pnr #giveaway #menage @IzzySzyn)

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I’m delighted to welcome author Izzy Szyn back to Beyond Romance today. She has taken time from her busy schedule to answer a few questions for me and her readers.

Q: Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reins of the story?

A: My characters tell me what to do, they are rude and obnoxious and wake me up at 3am.

Q: Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.

A: It’s a must read, because it’s hot, sexy and funny. Zoe was set to marry Dr. Derek Barnes, but in her heart she knew she belonged with his twin brother Liam. Last time she saw him was the night of the graduation party when he left town with his lover Brent Taylor.

Years later they came back, for the one thing they left behind Zoe.

Originally when I was writing this, I was envisioning a sexier version of General Hospital, then when I was rewriting a scene, it changed to paranormal. LOL

Q: Have you written any other books that are not published?

There are a couple.

Q: Pen or type writer or computer?

A: Pen when I’m writing at work in between phone calls, computer when I’m home.

Q: Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?

A: Thanks for reading my books, it means more than you know. Email me or PM me on Facebook.

Izzy is giving away a $10 Amazon Gift Certificate. Please use the Rafflecopter below to enter. Remember you may increase your chances of winning by visiting the other tour stops. Those locations may be found here.

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Izzy is offering 2 VIP tickets to Show Me Your Books in Kansas City, KS. All you have to do is buy a copy of Zoe and then enter with the RaffleCopter. This contest will run until the end of October.


Paramedic Zoe Whitaker is set to become engaged to Saratoga Falls Hospital's Chief of Staff Derek Barnes. But when his twin brother Liam returns with his lover Brent Taylor, Zoe begins to think she's with the wrong twin.

Liam and Brent came back from Ravana for one reason only, to claim Zoe Whitaker.

Previously released under the title Sexual Healing in the Coming In Hot boxed set, Zoe's Mates has been edited with some new material. 


Excerpt (Rated X)

What are you doing to me?” she asked them.

Making you ours,” Brent brushed the hair from her face. “You’re our mate, we’ve waited too long to take what is ours. What has always been ours.”

Lifting her by the waist, Brent laid her across the padded bench in front of the couch. Kneeling between her thighs, Brent opened her lower lips, before sinking his tongue inside her.

BRENT,” she cried out. Damn, that felt good, she thought, opening her thighs wider, her hands going to Brent’s head, pressing him closer.

Suddenly Zoe was glad that Derek wasn’t willing to do this for her. It seemed right that Brent and Liam were the first ones to give her the experience she’d always craved. “I love this table, it gives us the right angle to do certain things,” Liam said.

Zoe’s head lowered, Liam’s cock near her lips. Mentally licking her lips in anticipation. She just hoped she did it right, “Liam, I’ve never,” she started to admit.

You’ve never sucked cock before?” asked Liam, “Derek is even dumber than I thought. I’ve been waiting for the day that I can see your sexy lips wrapped around my cock. Sliding in and out of your mouth, down your throat.

”“OH FUCK ,” she yelled. Her body stretched, never in a million years did she think it would ever feel this good.

About the Author

New York Times Bestselling Author Izzy Szyn was born in May of 2014 when a friend dared her to write. Born and raised in Detroit, Mi. Izzy now lives in Oklahoma City with her furchild Misty, the friendliest Chihuahua/Terrier you will ever meet. Currently works in a call center, where she writes in between phone calls.

Izzy loves to keep in touch with her readers. Email her at izzyszyn [at] gmail [dot] com.

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Thursday, October 26, 2017

A new paranormal sizzler from Tina Donahue! (#pnr #curse #lust @TinaDonahue)

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Book One in The Wanderers series

To break this curse, they’ll have to turn the heat up. Way up.

Jasmine Dante prowls Key West’s nightlife, fighting a losing battle against a jealous rival’s curse that forces her to seek carnal pleasure, no matter the danger. Weakened from lack of sleep and driven by insatiable lust, she spots a man who stirs her desperate craving, and begins yet another dance of seduction.

Except the dark stranger who returns her direct stare is no ordinary lover. Inside his powerful body lies a raw sexuality that just might be enough to break her curse. There’s only one way to find out—imprison him in her bed and feed on his passion.

Former Deputy U.S. Marshal Mike Stearn is many things, but he’s no woman’s sex slave. The deadly telekinetic power he ruthlessly suppresses comes alive again at Jasmine’s touch. Beneath her bold, potent sensuality, he senses vulnerability and desperation. He may be in handcuffs, but she’s the one who’s enslaved.

As Mike resurrects his power to free himself so he can find the curses source and defeat it, Jasmine revels in his masterful rule. Her ravenous yearning evolves into rapture as she surrenders to his hunger, her darkest needsand the emotional connection that lies beyond.

Unless the curse takes her life first

Just released by Loose Id!


Heat surged to Jasmine’s cheeks. Crushing need prevented her from taking a full breath.

In his hooded eyes lay fulfillment, no matter how fleeting—his confining weight trapping her, his untied hair skimming her bare shoulders, his mouth hard and ruthless. A virile male she wouldn’t have dared approach before Desiree had changed her destiny.

The curse drew Jasmine to this man as the road to hell seduces a born sinner. She walked in time to the music’s sensual beats. Inwardly, a part of her cowered. For him and what would soon come, she offered a welcoming smile.

He returned her greeting easily and took in her black halter dress. Its low-cut top and short skirt tantalized.

Hi.” Her voice seemed throatier than she recalled, nothing like the woman she’d been. She leaned close so he could hear her above the band and caught his clean, soapy scent. Her thoughts derailed. She fought her compulsion to cup his face and brush her lips over his. “Mind if I join you?”

His gaze lifted from her black high-heel slides. Unashamed interest flickered across his face. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” He pushed to his feet.

She raised her face. Though she was tall like her father, her height was no match for his. He had to be six-three. Anticipation rippled in her belly. “In that case, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

I doubt you will.”

His baritone soothed and enticed.

About Tina

Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes passionate romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

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