Showing posts with label Faust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Faust. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 16, 2019

Back List Blast: Damned If You Do - #BDSM #Faust #Giveaway #BackListBlast


Damned if you do cover
 
Today’s Back List Blast post features my BDSM paranormal novella Damned If You Do: A BDSM Dance with the Devil. If you want to know what it’s really like to be an author, read this book!

I hope you’ll take the time to comment. You could win a free copy of the book, and you’ll be entered into the drawing for the grand prize – a $25 gift certificate.

Damned If You Do
BDSM paranormal erotic romance

Sometimes romance can be hell

Wendy Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The royalties from her critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills. Her devoted agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can't get her the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well as the chance to live out her dreams of erotic submission. But at what cost?

Nothing you can't afford to lose, my dear.

Seduced by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal contract. He becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her mentor’s nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has sex with Daniel. The casual encounter turns serious when she discovers her mild mannered agent has a dominant side. As the clock ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B prepares to claim her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity and true love.

Excerpt

He’d back off if you insisted, some still-sober fragment of her mind noted. He might be a closet Dom, but he’s no rapist. Don’t let this happen. You’ll hurt him.

I want it to happen, some other voice argued back. He wants it too. He wants to fuck me.

He wants to make love to you. But can you love him back?

She shook her head, as though to clear the annoying voices from her consciousness. He broke the kiss, searching her face with hungry eyes.

“What is it? Am I hurting you?”

“No—no, Sir.” His cock surged against her belly as he noted the title. “But wouldn’t you prefer me naked?”

She couldn’t stand any more teasing. She craved the heat of his skin against hers. To be honest, she was also worried about her silk suit.

“Topping from below, Pet?” he asked with a lascivious grin. She smiled back, recognizing the quote from last year’s novel, Twisted Temptation. “You know I’ll punish you for that.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“I’ll make you really sorry, if you don’t behave.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to release your wrists now. If you want to please me, don’t move.”

She did want to please him—almost as much as she wanted to feel that impressively solid cock of his plunge into her depths. She lay passive and motionless upon the bedspread as he sat up, straddling her, to unbutton her jacket and blouse. When he caught sight of her ripe flesh clasped in Mister B’s confection of black satin and lace, he let out a wolf whistle.

“What a naughty girl you are!” He landed a stinging slap against the side of her right breast. “You really deserve a spanking.”

“Ow!” Delicious heat spread out from the point of impact. The untouched left breast cried out for a symmetrical blow.

Instead, he snagged her swollen nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twisted hard, wringing a moan from her kiss-bruised lips. “That’s just a taste, girl. Stand up. Over there, near the window, with your back to me.”

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Monday, March 13, 2017

Cover Reveal! Damned If You Do, #BDSM #PNR Coming April 28th!


Damned If You Do cover

My new paranormal BDSM romance won’t be out until late April, but I just can’t keep quiet about it any more. I think the story will strike a chord of familiarity with my author friends. Hopefully general readers will enjoy this modern day twist on the Faust legend as well.

I truly love Willsin Rowe’s dramatic cover. What do you think?

Here’s the blurb:

Sometimes romance can be hell

Wendy Dennison is tired of being a starving author. The royalties from her critically acclaimed romance novels barely pay her bills. Her devoted agent Daniel Rochester may be smart and sexy, but he can't get her the sales she needs. Then a charismatic stranger appears at her coffee shop table, promising her fame and commercial success, as well as the chance to live out her dreams of erotic submission. But at what cost?

Nothing you can't afford to lose, my dear.

Seduced by the enigmatic Mister B, she signs his infernal contract. He becomes both her Master and her coach, managing her suddenly flourishing career as well as encouraging her lusts. Under her mentor’s nefarious influence, she surrenders to temptation and has sex with Daniel. The casual encounter turns serious when she discovers her mild mannered agent has a dominant side. As the clock ticks down to her blockbuster release and Mister B prepares to claim her soul, Wendy must choose either celebrity and wealth, or obscurity and true love. 

 
Coming from Excessica on the 28th of April – just in time for Walpurgis!


Thursday, December 16, 2010

The Happiest Day

I was happy the other day... I mean, I'm often happy, but that day I was especially conscious of the fact. I was pondering how much I love living here in my adopted country - how I enjoy my work - how my writing career is going moderately well - how I'm whittling away at the long list of things I have to do this month! Anyway, I started thinking, "I think I've been happier here that I ever was living in the States."

Then I stopped myself. I began remembering all the wonderful times I'd had, a decade ago, two decades ago. Parties. Vacations. Plain old ordinary days shared with my husband. Then I cast my mind back even further, to my graduate school days, when I was lithe and energetic, belly dancing, and hitch hiking across the country with my boyfriend, and making love...And I realized that it was a mistake to start making comparisons, to say, "This is the best time of my life."

Happiness isn't really a quantity that can be precisely measured. For one thing, there are a million shades of happy, aren't there? How do you compare the feelings you had at your wedding with those you experience when you learn that one of your students won an award - or when your best friend gets the news that she's cancer-free - or when you find a fabulous review of your latest book? Happiness is a heady blend of excitement, contentment, pride, confidence, relief, arousal, peace ... every happy experience involving different proportions.

More importantly, though, I think that the passion to measure and rank experiences robs them of their distinctiveness - and sets you up for disappointment. After a while you're not directly feeling the great things in life anymore. You're asking yourself, for example, "Is this trip to Japan as good as the last one?" "How does tonight's orgasm stack up against last night's?" "Do I love him as much as I loved X?" And if you find yourself answering in the negative, all at once your prior happiness goes sour. Yeah, it's good, sure, but it's not THAT good...

In the legend of Faust, the main character makes a pact with Mephistopheles. The devil will provide Faust with everything he desires: riches, happiness, sensual pleasure. On the day that Faust declares is his happiest day - the day he wants to never end - Faust agrees to give up his soul. I'm wondering if comparing one experience to the next on some kind of nebulous "happiness" scale is a step toward this kind of bargain, and this sort of result. When I compare one experience to another this way, I'm sucking out its soul.

My final realization (at the conclusion of all this philosophizing!) was that other kinds of comparisons are dangerous, too. For instance, when I compare my looks to other women, I'll find myself either gloating nastily about looking younger than many women my age, or feeling miserable about all my wrinkles, aches and pains. When I compare my sales, or my productivity,or my number of blog hits, to other authors, I'm likely to make myself depressed. It's difficult to write well when you're doubting your own capabilities or when you feel that you have no chance at success.

This realization is a bit of a wake-up call, and I'm planning to turn it into a New Year's resolution. In 2011 I will try not to compare intangibles - but just to enjoy the moment and be grateful.