Ask me nicely.... #BDSM #EroticRomance #Trauma

Blurb

Arrow’s job is to keep Jade safe from her stalker, but saving her from herself proves challenging when she’s determined to run. He could silence her haunting past if only she’d let her guard down.

JADE:

Fifty-thousand people scream and pump their fists as they rock to the beat of my music. They think they know me, but I hide the real me at the bottom of a bottle.

I fear no one, not even my stalker. My manager won’t take any chances and hires a strong-willed bodyguard to babysit me, but he won’t keep me under lock and key. I may have met my match with Arrow.

ARROW:

Every time I close my eyes, I’m shaken to my core by nightmares that replay my horrors of war. Hired to keep Jade safe proves damn near impossible when she defies me at every opportunity.

She’s a spoiled wreck of a woman with a sharp tongue. It’s her defense to keep people at a distance. Alone, her demons arise. Through submission, she’ll learn to overcome, but she must let her guard down and put her trust in me.

Release date: June 4, 2025

Standalone book series: Rule Breakers, Book #3

Available as ebook and paperback

Heat Level: 5 - Sizzling Erotic Romance (18+ Only)

Violence Level: 1 - kidnapping, drugging

Trigger Warnings: BDSM, alcohol abuse, explicit sexual content, kidnapping with drugging

All sexual content is with adult characters giving their full consent.

Purchase on sale for $1.99 until July 1, 2025 exclusively on Amazon. FREE on KU

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Excerpt (Explicit)

“Unzip me.”

I step toward her back and imagine grabbing her leather collar and pulling her back to my front. I’d whisper how disappointed I am when she’s being a bad girl while my fingers dipped below the waistband of her leather pants.

With my mouth inches from the ear bare of hair, I whisper. “Please.”

Her beautiful lips part as her face turns over her shoulder. Her whisper precedes a breath heavy enough to swell her chest pushing out her breasts. “What?”

My tone is husky and unwavering. “Ask me nicely.”

Her silver rings with skulls and daggers clack together as her fingers mesh before her chest. Mockingly, she retorts, “Please, sir. Will you be so kind as to undo a girl’s top, so she may get naked and shower.”

The crotch of my pants grows tight and my palm itches to spank the sassiness right out of this bitch. Instead, my jaw clenches as my hand slides around the leather collar. With a quick jerk, she yelps as I force her to take a step back until her ass presses against my crotch. She doesn’t fight me off, which isn’t surprising. Her breaths come heavily and ragged. The flushed skin on her cheek prickles beneath my hot breath.

“I like it when you call me sir. You should do it more often, just don’t be such a sassy little bitch while you do it. I’m not opposed to punishing you. Keep that in mind.”

My free hand unfastens the collar before I release her neck to glide the zipper down as my fingertips skim down her spine. It detaches and I take a step back, but she remains in place.

What will she do now? Is a battle going on inside her of whether to drop to her knees before me or walk away to take a shower, as was the plan?

“Thank you.” Jade’s hands clutch into fists at her sides. She takes a deep breath to collect herself and clears her throat. “I won’t be long. Make yourself comfortable. Have a drink; you could use one to lighten you up.”

With her back to me, she wiggles free of her top and tosses it to the floor. Her hair sways with each stride as it brushes the soft skin on her back. To let me know she won’t be toyed with, she doesn’t turn around. Little does she know hips are my thing, not breasts unless I have them squeezed in my hand, bound in rope, or the nipples are pinched between clamps.

 

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It would be just our secret... #SteamPunk #EroticRomance #MFRWHooks

Happy Wednesday! Welcome to this week’s edition of the MFRW Book Hooks blog hop.

Yesterday I got a swooning email from a reader who told me he absolutely loved my novel The Master’s Mark (book 3 of my steam punk trilogy The Toymakers Guild). Needless to say, that made my week - and convinced me to feature the book today.

Like many of my stories, this one mingles elements of romance and erotica. Anyway, my hook today captures the first meeting between my heroine Gillian Smith and one of the two men who win her heart.

The Hook

The boat had already passed the barrier that protected the harbour. The famous chalk cliffs shrank toward the horizon as the steamer’s bow sliced through the waves. Gillian had read that modern steam engines could travel as fast as 20 knots, with a fuel consumption of less than an ounce of coal per mile travelled. The swift, smooth passage was indeed a marvel.

The powerful engine twisted the water into a braided trail that stretched back toward the land. With the fine weather, Gillian scarcely noticed any rocking. She leaned over the rail slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of the sub-surface screw.

“Have a care, Miss! ‘Tis a fair day, but we might hit a swell that’d topple you into the deep in two whisks of a pony’s tail.”

The tenor voice had a mellow tone and a lilt that was unfamiliar. Gillian looked up to find a tall, slim young man in the uniform of a ship’s officer standing beside her. Despite his implicit criticism, he wore a broad smile, all the more noticeable because his skin was nearly as black as the coal that fuelled the Invicta. His warm brown eyes held more than a hint of humour.

“I’ve got a good grip on the rail,” she replied. “I was just curious about the screw.”

“Oh?” His brow furrowed in surprise. “Why’s that?”

“I’m—” she started to tell him she was an engineer, then remembered that she should be discreet about the Guild and her role in its somewhat scandalous endeavours. “I’m a teacher. I teach science in a private secondary school. And I want to be able to explain the workings of modern steam engines to my students.”

“Indeed! I don’t meet many young ladies who’re interested in such things.” His grin widened, his excellent teeth gleaming like pearls. “And what would you like to know, Miss?”

“Well – it’s a triple expansion design, is it not? What’s the maximum boiler pressure? Can it handle 200 pounds per square inch?”

Astonishment quenched his teasing smile. “That it can, Miss, though I’m rightly stunned that someone like you would know, or care.”

Gillian shrugged. “I’ve always had an interest in the inner workings of things.” She gave him a closer look and liked what she saw. He had the same lanky build as Rafe, and some of the same restless energy that distinguished her lover. His facial features were more angular than she would have expected; popular depictions of black men tended to show bulbous, flat noses and thick lips. His high forehead signalled intelligence, at least according to common belief. Tightly curled hair clung to his well-shaped skull.

Given Her Majesty’s far-flung empire, it wasn’t that unusual to see dark-skinned individuals around London, but she rarely had the opportunity to interact with them.

As he noticed her scrutiny, his smile returned. “Imagine I could do a bit to satisfy your curiosity, but right now I’m supposed to be working.” Arms by his sides, he gave a stiff little bow. “Jeremiah Manley, Second Engineer of the SS Invicta, at your service.”

“I’m delighted to make your acquaintance, Engineer Manley. I’m Gillian Smith.”

“And where do you hail from, Miss Smith?”

“I – um – currently I’m working in Devon.”

“As a school teacher?”

She nodded, aware that he didn’t quite believe her. “I don’t suppose you could give me a tour of the engine room, could you?”

“I’d love to, Miss, but that’s strictly off limits – watch out!”

A sudden gust had snatched her hat and sent it flying toward the ship’s wake. She flailed, trying unsuccessfully to catch the fugitive headgear and in the process lost her balance, stumbling into the deck rail. Jeremiah Manley reached out, caught her upper arm in a strong grip, and pulled her against him, away from the edge.

She had an impression of strength, warmth, and energy. His muscles shifted under the well-fitting uniform as he tightened his hold on her. She found herself a bit breathless, though whether this was the consequence of her near-disaster or his masculine presence she couldn’t quite say.

He held onto her for longer than was really necessary to stabilise her position.

“I did warn you, Miss Smith,” he said in that odd, musical accent when he finally released her. “The sea can be perilous.”

“So you did.” She shook her head ruefully. “Amelia will be so cross with me, arriving in Paris without a decent bonnet.” Noting his curiosity, she added, “My travelling companion. Another teacher.”

“You must be employed by a rather peculiar school,” he commented.

Gillian smiled up into his eyes, which were warm and dark as melted chocolate. “Some people might say that.” She rested her palm on his arm. “So there’s no chance of my seeing the engines? It would be just our secret...”

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A supernatural marriage of convenience – #FantasyRomance #ReviewTuesday #Giveaway

Blurb

Modern witches from rival factions. A marriage of convenience. Spells and sparks fly in this slice-of-life fantasy romance.

Whittaker Crawford is the perfect winter sorcerer—practical and self-reliant—but his quiet life is turned upside down when his grandfather gives him an ultimatum. If he wants to inherit the ancestral home he’s spent years restoring, he has to get married. In need of cheering up, his friend convinces him to do something dangerous: crash a summer witch party.

Clover Bronwen is an average summer witch—free-spirited and optimistic. But lately she has longed for a change. A masked stranger at a Halloween party is just the sort of intrigue she’s looking for.

The centuries-old feud between the summer and winter factions may no longer be an all-out war, but their rivalry and disdain are still very much alive. As Whit and Clover adjust to one another, their bonds with family and friends fray. How much are they willing to sacrifice for an enemy they just met?

Excerpt

With a sudden gust of wintry wind, the warm campfire was blown out, and everyone was plunged into darkness.

Gasps and murmurs traveled through the group. “A bad omen,” someone whispered near Whit over the sound of Alexandre’s snickering.

Of course, Alexandre wasn’t about to let an opening like that go.

“Don’t worry,” the Swedish Chef said. “Even the darkest night comes to an end. Take the hands of those on either side of you.”

Whit took Alexandre’s hand and squeezed it in warning. That’s enough. Even if their magic is waning, they could mess us up with this many of them here. We aren’t at full power either.

Whit stiffened as a jolt ran through him when the woman on his other side slipped her hand into his.

Her hand was small and thin but warm.

“Fear not the darkness, fear not the night,” the Swedish Chef said.

Everyone else, including Whit and Alexandre repeated his words.

“We spark this fire with inner light.”

As everyone repeated the spell, the magic of the summer witch holding Whit’s hand flowed into him. It was heady and intoxicating like a humid rain in a garden bursting with violets, lilies, orchids, and gardenias. The sweetness of honey and plum were mellowed by the depth of amber and vanilla. Whit’s head spun as her magic filled him with giddiness.

He turned his head toward her while the fire sparked back to life, reawakened by the collective magic.

Her face tilted up at him, and their eyes met in the dim flicker of the fire’s glow.

Review by Lisabet Sarai

Whittaker Crawford is a typical winter sorcerer. He appreciates order and rarely acts without a plan. Spontaneity and improvisation make him nervous. Yet when his close friend Alexandre suggests they crash a Halloween party organized by the summer witches, he finds himself agreeing, even though he understands they wouldn’t be welcome at the gathering if their identities were known.

Maybe it’s fate. Or magic. At the party he rescues a lovely young lady from a boorish guy’s unwanted attentions and impulsively gives her a kiss. That kiss turns out to be much more than he bargained for, a heart-to-heart connection laced with mutual enchantment. The next day he tries to dismiss his uncharacteristic reactions as an unimportant deviation, but the seeds of disruption and change have been sown in his well-managed life.

Meanwhile, his grandfather has given him an ultimatum. If he wants to inherit the beloved house that has been in his family for generations, he must marry before the winter solstice. The last thing Whit wants is a wife, but he needs to act or lose what he thinks is his heart’s desire.

Summer witch Clover Bronwen loves her family and her job, delivering flowers and bringing joy to the recipients. Lately, though, she’s been feeling stuck, wondering where her life is leading her. Whit’s kiss frees something within her. Though he’s a stranger, the gods and the omens tell her that she’s meant to be with him. When he abruptly proposes, she agrees without hesitation, trusting her intuition and believing they’ll come to know and love one another in time.

In The Winter Sorcerer and the Summer Witch, D. Lieber brings a magical twist to the classic marriage of convenience and enemies-to-lovers tropes. The author constructs a plausible feud between the winter and summer factions. It’s not quite Montagues and Capulets, but the summer folk can’t understand why members of the winter faction focus so much on death and interact with ghosts. Meanwhile the winter side looks at the summer witches as flighty, disorganized and dangerous, especially given the way they consort with the fae and other magical creatures that infest nature.

As you might expect, Whit’s and Clover’s marriage does not proceed smoothly, though each cannot help learning from and being changed by the other. Hostility from family members is only part of the problem. Clover takes her role as wife very seriously, but Whit feels compelled to fight his attraction to her (though there’s no rational reason for him to do so), desperately trying to cling to his plan for a platonic solution to the problem posed by his grandfather.

I enjoyed reading The Winter Sorcerer and the Summer Witch. The animosity between the two magical factions is nicely described. As an outsider, you can see how each side would be enriched by opening up to the other – and this is, of course, what ultimately happens in Whit’s and Clover’s relationship. Whit and Clover are both appealing characters, young people with blind spots like everyone else. Their magical abilities are secondary, and indeed don’t help at all in sorting out their emotional issues.

My main complaint about the book is one I tend to level at a great deal of the romance I read, namely, that the progress and resolution of the plot were obvious and predictable from a very early stage in the story. From their first kiss it’s clear that Clover and Whit have fabulous chemistry, but it takes more than three hundred pages (and multiple weeks of marriage) for them to actually become intimate. The obligatory break-up before this scene didn’t really threaten their love at all. I found myself more impatient than worried about what would happen next. I would really prefer a bit more suspense or a few more surprises.

Most romance readers aren’t as critical as I am, however. Rather than reading for surprise or enlightenment, they seem to want to join the characters on a familiar emotional journey. Even though the ending is visible from a long way off, that doesn’t seem to spoil their enjoyment.

If this describes you, then you’ll probably like The Winter Sorcerer and the Summer Witch even more than I did.

About the Author

D. Lieber has a wanderlust that would make a butterfly envious. When she isn’t planning her next physical adventure, she’s recklessly jumping from one fictional world to another. Her love of reading led her to earn a Bachelor’s in English from Wright State University.

Beyond her skeptic and slightly pessimistic mind, Lieber wants to believe. She has been many places—from Canada to England, France to Italy, Germany to Russia—believing that a better world comes from putting a face on “other.” She is a romantic idealist at heart, always fighting to keep her feet on the ground and her head in the clouds.

Lieber lives in Wisconsin with her husband (John) and cats (Yin and Nox).

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Charity Sunday: Playing for Good – #ArtsFunding #Shakespeare #CharitySunday

Art matters. Okay, I suppose that if you’re living in a conflict zone or a refugee camp, if you’re frightened that you won’t see the next dawn or you don’t know where you’ll find your next meal, you might not be thinking about art. But creativity cannot be completely crushed.

Consider, for instance, this collection of murals from war-battered Ukraine:

https://nanovic.nd.edu/features/murals-of-resistance/

In the most dire circumstances, art keeps us alive and reminds us we are human.

My charity today is the Marin Shakespeare Company, a non-profit theater group. Here’s their mission statement: “With Shakespeare as our endless inspiration, our mission is to serve as a vibrant catalyst for cultural engagement, education, and social justice to benefit the people of Marin County, the San Francisco Bay Area, and beyond.”

 https://www.marinshakespeare.org/about/

I originally started supporting MSC when an old friend requested donations be made to them in honor of her birthday. Since then I’ve been on their mailing list and enjoyed their newsletters (though given my location in Asia, I’ve never had the pleasure of joining one of their performances).

Just last week I got an email explaining that they’d been stripped of a $20,000 grant from the National Endowment for the Arts to develop a new play as part of Trump’s assault on so-called “waste”.

(https://www.marinshakespeare.org/nea-terminates-grants/)

That convinced me to choose them for my cause this Charity Sunday. For each comment I receive on this post, I’ll give two dollars to MSC. That’s not going to mean much compared with the terminated grant, but we all do what we can.

Meanwhile, for once I have an excerpt that is relevant both to my cause and to the date. This is Memorial Day Weekend in the U.S., the traditional start of summer. So I’m sharing a bit from my Shakespeare-inspired erotic romance A Midsummer Night’s Gender Bending. Enjoy!

Blurb

What visions I have seen! Methought I was enamoured of an ass.

The year is 1595 in the reign of Good Queen Bess. Stage-struck, young Ben Hastings leaves his father's farm for London, to join Will Shakepeare's band of players. Hugh Templeton, the handsome leading man, takes the innocent lad under his wing, but Ben soon discovers that Hugh wants more than just friendship. Meanwhile a savvy tavern maid named Jenny engineers a comedy of errors to save Ben from Hugh's lewd embrace and win him for her own.

 

Excerpt

“No, no! Stroke him! Caress him! You must show the audience that you are completely besotted with the creature.”

Master Will was in high choler, that was certain. Poor Ben! The quaver in his youthful voice lent credence to his womanly role.

“I am most sorry, sir. But in truth, the mask smells something horrible. I can scarcely bear to touch the hairy thing.” Ben rose, dumping the other actor from his lap and wringing his hands prettily. Hugh admired the strong, graceful limbs half-revealed by the gauzy robe of the fairy queen the boy was impersonating.

“Please, Master. Could you not change the script to have me admiring him from a distance? The stench makes it hard for me to breathe, let alone speak the lines.”

“Ben, this is the theatre. We must suffer for our art. We must give our all for the audience. Or have you changed your mind about wanting to be one of the Company?”

“No, of course not, sir. You know that is my fondest dream.”

“Then follow my direction, sit down, and give us the lines again.”

With a sigh, Ben re-seated himself on the stage with his back against the column that simulated some ancient tree in the heart of the forest. Trying not to grimace, he cradled Harold Warwick’s masked head between his thighs. Hugh imagined his own head there, in lieu, burrowing down into Ben’s crotch. He smiled to himself at the image. He, for one, didn’t intend to suffer at Will’s beck and call.

“Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed.

While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,

And stick musk roses in thy sleek smooth head,

And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.”

Ben’s voice was high and clear, his cheeks still blushingly smooth. He’d scarce turned eighteen, according to Company gossip, when he abandoned his father’s Herefordshire farm to try the boards in London. Some spoke of a girl big with child, left behind, but Hugh didn’t believe it. He was willing to swear that Ben was an innocent, untouched by either sex. He should know, having corrupted and enjoyed a virtual army of virgins in his ten years on the stage.

Speaking of which, his cue was coming. He straightened his laurel wreath and came out from behind the column where he’d been lounging. John Marks, playing Puck, approached from the opposite side.

“Welcome, Robin. See’st thou this sweet sight?

Her dotage now I do begin to pity…”

Hugh ventured closer to the form collapsed in simulated sleep at the foot of the column. He stroked Ben’s brow lovingly. The boy’s skin was deliciously soft. “Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen.”

Ben’s eyes flew open at Hugh’s touch. They were an astonishing shade of green, like the jade beads on the robe recently presented to Her Majesty by the prince of Persia, and were fringed by thick lashes the same auburn hue as the boy’s hair. Ben’s eyes were true windows into his soul, limpid, peaceful, empty of guile.

“My Oberon!” Ben lisped, the female intonation perfect. “What visions I have seen! Methought I was enamoured of an ass.”

Hugh fought the urge to kiss the boy’s ripe lips. Time enough for that later. The rest of the scene proceeded well enough that even Will was pleased. They’d be ready, just barely, for the first performance on the morrow. Despite his lack of experience, Ben had some talent, at least for the woman’s part. What other talents he possessed, Hugh would hopefully discover soon.

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Will you serve me? – #BDSM #EroticRomance #KU

Happy Friday!

Normally I publish my books wide, so that readers can buy them at whatever store they prefer. However, I occasionally collect separately released titles into a boxed set for exclusive release on Amazon, to take advantage of a different market, namely people with Kindle Unlimited subscriptions.

Anyway, my latest collection, Whips & Kisses, is available now. This 65K word volume includes four BDSM erotic romance novellas: Power and Persuasion, Mastering Maya, Getaway Girl and The Understudy.

Here are the links:

Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0F9495QN7

Amazon UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0F9495QN7

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And here’s an exclusive excerpt (X-rated) from Power and Persuasion...

“Crawl to me.”

Eyes on the floor, she made her awkward way towards his mesmerizing voice, her heart slamming against her ribs and her sex clenching with want. The smooth wood hurt her knees as she left the carpeted area behind. She ignored—no, welcomed—the pain. The brief chemise left her ass uncovered. Delicious shame washed over her as she realized he could clearly see how wet his orders had made her.

“Stop there and kneel up.” He dragged her sole garment over her head and tossed it away, then circled her body, murmuring further instructions close to her ear. “Cross your hands behind you, at the small of your back. That’s right.” The cord he wrapped around her wrists was cool and smooth, possibly even silk. Perhaps he’d switch to rough hemp when he knew her better. He wound the loops halfway up her forearms, in neat rounds that bit ever so slightly into her skin. “Ah yes! Lovely! Tell me, are the bonds too tight?”

“No, sir, they’re fine.” Should she tell him he could tie her much tighter, if it pleased him?

He skimmed his hands over her shoulders and down to her elbows. His fingers were soft, without the calluses of a working man, and oh, so knowing! Shivers danced up her spine. She straightened her back to present her breasts and parted her thighs as she’d been taught. Oceany musk drifted from her soaked pussy. Her taut nipples throbbed with her pulse. Her clit beat in time. The three swollen nubs made a triangle of need, with her consciousness staked between them, stretched and fragile. One touch to any point and she’d shatter.

As if in answer to her silent plea, he reached both hands around to cup her breasts. Catching the tips between thumb and forefinger, he rolled them back and forth like marbles. A gasp escaped her and she arched into his palms. Sensation sizzled down to her clit, as if he were exerting the same firm pressure there.

“You are exquisitely responsive.” His praise thrilled her. “But how do you feel about a bit of pain?”

She had no time to consider the question. He gave her a vicious pinch, nails biting into her engorged nipples. Her eyes closed, she let the shock of hurt arc through her and die away. Pleasure followed in its wake, radiating from his fingers down to the hungry gulf between her thighs. He squeezed again, with much greater force. Would he pierce the skin? Imagining her blood staining his fingertips, she came near to swooning.

“Oh, Olivia! I have so many ideas about what to do with you, I can’t decide which to try first.” He nuzzled her neck then nipped her shoulder. As the pain surged then receded, she struggled to remain still, knowing that was what was required.

“If you weren’t bound, I’d have you on your hands and knees, so I could spank your soft, white bottom…but I don’t want to stop to untie you now. That will have to wait until later. And I didn’t bring up my crop—I didn’t know if you could bear it.”

I can bear whatever you care to inflict, Olivia thought, though she wasn’t quite ready to admit this aloud. If he read her as clearly as it seemed, she wouldn’t need to tell him.

She heard his footsteps as he came to stand in front of her. She still didn’t dare to meet his eyes—not until he commanded it.

“Look at me, girl. Today, tonight—for the next forty-eight hours—I will be your master. And you will be my plaything, my slave, my whore.” The words were as thrilling as his touch had been—perhaps more so. They kindled a dark fire in her soul. “Do you consent? Will you serve me?”

His eyes bored into her, pinning her like a captured butterfly. His voice rang with authority. Still, she discerned a touch of uncertainty in his expression and demeanor. Did he really doubt her?

“Yes, sir, I will. I’m yours to command.” The words rolled off her tongue, familiar and satisfying, as if she used them daily.

“You’re sure?” His gaze was relentless but she met it bravely, glad to have someone at last know who she really was.

“I’m completely certain, sir.” There was a delirious freedom in that confession. Her clit pulsed and she thought for an instant she’d fly off into climax from that alone.

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