Saturday Spanks: Rajasthani Moon - #BDSM #SteamPunk #SaturdaySpanks

It’s Saturday – which means it’s time for some spanking!

Today I have an intense excerpt from my multi-genre fantasy romance Rajasthani Moon. Enjoy!

Blurb

Neither kink nor curse can stop a woman with a mission.

Cecily Harrowsmith, secret agent extraordinaire, is a woman on a mission. When the remote Indian kingdom of Rajasthan refused to remit its taxes to the Empire, Her Majesty imposed an embargo. Deprived of the energy-rich mineral viridium, essential for modern technology and development, Rajasthan was expected to quickly give in and resume its payments. Yet after three years, the rebellious principality still has not knuckled under. Cecily undertakes the difficult journey to that rugged, arid land in order to determine just how it has managed to survive, and if possible to convince the country to return to the Empire’s embrace. Instead, she’s taken captive by a brigand, who turns out to be the ruler’s half-brother Pratan, and delivered into the hands of the sexy but sadistic Rajah Amir, who expertly mingles torture and delight in his interrogation of the voluptuous interloper.

Cursed before birth by Amir’s jealous mother, Pratan changes to a ravening wolf whenever the moon is full. Cecily uncovers the counter-spell that can reverse the effects of the former queen’s hex and tries to trade that information for her freedom. Drawn to the fierce wolf-man and sympathising with his suffering, she volunteers to serve as the sacrifice required by the ritual—offering her body to the beast. In return, the Rajah reveal Rajasthan’s amazing secret source of energy. In the face of almost impossible odds, Cecily has accomplished the task entrusted to her by the Empire. But can she really bear to leave the virile half-brothers and their colourful land behind and return to the constraints of her life in England?

Steam punk? Ménage? BDSM? Paranormal? Bollywood? BBW?

 

All of the above!

Excerpt

Pratan seized her by her long hair and hauled her to her feet. Of course, with her ankles bound, she could not walk. Half pulling, half carrying, he bundled her over to the closest pillar, jerked her bound arms up, then pushed her face first against the rough wood. The bark abraded her naked breasts and belly. She tried to squirm away from him, but he leaned his weight against her back while keeping her wrists pinned against the pillar above her head.

“Rebind,” he growled. In a flash the robotic rope unravelled and reconfigured itself, looping tight around both her arms and the column supporting her. Once he was certain she was secure, he dropped to his knees and touched the rope at her ankles. “Unbind.”

Cecily stumbled as the force connecting her ankles disappeared. Her relief at being free was short-lived. Pratan dragged her legs apart and inserted some sort of rigid bar between her shins. “Bind.” Before she could take two breaths, her legs were restrained in a permanently spread position, wide enough to allow her captor easy access to her sex.

Indeed, realising the degree of her exposure made her terribly aware of her quim, which she could not deny was soaked and swollen. You must be strong, she told herself. Think of England.

The cool air of the cave teased her bared flesh. Then a light touch, delicate as a feather, traced its way along the inside of her thigh. Her pussy clenched and moisture dribbled out. The impudent finger smeared the juice across her sensitive skin. Pleasure sparked through her.

“You can’t fight me.” His voice was like warm honey now, all the anger gone. It flowed through her, unbearably sweet. “And I don’t think you want to. There’s no shame in surrendering when you’ve been rendered completely helpless.” Pratan trailed his fingers upward, brushing across her damp nether curls. Lightning struck, searing her aching clit. She convulsed in her bonds, unable to control her reactions.

“Who are you, my plump little dove? Tell me your name.” His roving fingers skimmed the slippery walls of her outer lips. She bit back her moan but couldn’t help arching back to seek more contact. He dipped into her wetness, deeper than before, but only for an instant. She writhed against the pillar, welcoming the scrape of the bark on her taut nipples.

He had three fingers inside her now, or maybe four, plunging in then pulling back before she could tighten her muscles to hold him inside. He still kept well away from her throbbing, needy clit. She ground her pubis against the tree trunk. The indirect pressure offered some relief, but not enough to satisfy her.

Swat! “None of that now!” His calloused palm landed on her bare arse with stunning force. Her soft flesh burnt in the wake of the slap. Meanwhile, the delicious stimulation in her cunny vanished. “I won’t let you spend until you’ve told me what I want to know.” Swat! His second swipe hurt more than the first. Her buttocks wobbled with the power of his third blow. The sting raced straight to her clit.

Cecily chewed at her lip to contain her groans. She’d make the Queen proud.

“Do I need to whip you? I’d be glad to.” Her skin chilled as he stepped away from her body, taking his heat with him. With her face turned in the opposite direction, she couldn’t see what he was doing, but she heard him moving around the cave. Her clit pulsed like a radio beacon, broadcasting her need and demanding attention. Her scent rose around her, overwhelming the musty dampness of the cave. She tried to relax, to let some of her arousal drain away. She would not—could not—allow him to break her. He seemed to know, though, that she could bear pain a good deal better than sexual frustration.

She recalled receiving her instructions, back in London. Z looked more like an elderly country vicar than the head of Her Majesty’s secret service. “We are all relying on you, Miss Harrowsmith,” he’d told her. “The Queen believes that, given the reported youth and virility of these rebel princes, you are the ideal operative for this mission. I will not deny, however, that we are sending you into grave danger. You must remain in control at all times.”

Remain in control. The recollection was bitter. Here she was, in her enemy’s hands, more or less helpless to resist. 


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Review Tuesday: Soulless by Gail Carriger - #ReviewTuesday #steampunk #paranormal

Soulless by Gail Carriger

Orbit, 2014

When respectable spinster Alexia Tarabotti retires to the library for tea and treacle tart at poorly-provisioned society ball, the last thing she expects to encounter is a vampire, especially a vampire who’s not aware of her unique nature. Miss Tarabotti is a preternatural, a human without a soul whose touch neutralizes the power of vampires, werewolves, ghosts and other excessively soulful creatures. Well-educated supernaturals would normally avoid her, but the library vampire, peculiarly clueless, attacks her instead. She inadvertently kills the creature in self-defense, leading to raft of complications.

Foremost among these is the bossy, overbearing and distractingly gorgeous werewolf Lord Maccon, head of the supernatural investigation bureau. With her half-Italian heritage, dark complexion, advanced age, and lack of soul, Alexia can’t expect to attract the Scottish Alpha, but she’d deeply appreciate being taken seriously. Instead he rejects all her offers to assist in probing the strange appearances and disappearances of supernaturals that are plaguing London. Of course, Miss Tarabotti is not the sort to be put off by his refusal, so she begins some discreet inquiries on her own. They lead her to a secret cabal of scientists with a dastardly plot to destroy the supernaturals upon whom the greatness of the British Empire depends – and into grave danger not only to her own person, but to those she loves.

Soulless is the rollicking first volume of Gail Carriger’s Parasol Protectorate series. Set in an alternative Victorian period in which vampires and werewolves have been integrated into British society, the book seamlessly melds steam punk, fantasy, humor and romance. Miss Tarabotti is a larger than life character with a prodigious intellect, a sharp tongue and a healthy appetite for both food and the pleasures of the flesh. Needless to say, she’s a fine match for the gruff werewolf Lord Macon, and the distinctly carnal nature of their developing relationship adds spice to the plot.

I don’t want to spoil your experience by telling you more. Quite simply, I loved Soulless. I’ve pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I’m going to break down and buy the next volume soon.

Fear of Flying - #mash-up #steampunk #risks

It would have been much faster to fly.

Alas, Cecily Harrowsmith—special agent for Her Majesty the Queen, expert in the martial arts of three continents, past mistress of princes, potentates and the occasional prime minister—was afraid of flying. She despised herself for this weakness, but not enough to board one of the Empire’s sleek, viridium-powered airships, strap herself into her seat and hope for the best.

Hence the current tedious journey. Cecily peered out of the window of her carriage at the endless expanse of russet-coloured desert stretching in all directions. The mere sight of all that sand was enough to make her throat burn. She sipped her tepid tea, wondering for the twentieth time why she’d accepted this bloody assignment.

Thus begins my sixth novel, Rajasthani Moon, a book that deliberately defies categorization. It contains elements of the steam punk and paranormal sub-genres, plus quite a lot of moderately extreme BDSM and a M/F/M ménage. It features a kick-ass Rubenesque heroine, a billionaire Rajah and a sexy, deliciously disreputable bandit. It flirts with non-consensual fantasies and lesbian attraction. It has some funny moments, not infrequently associated with sex. Oh, and it's a romance, with what I hope is a sublimely satisfying happy ending (although I won't tell you who ends up with whom!)

Writing this book involved taking risks. I've observed how readers cling to their favorite genres. I broke rules right and left with this novel. Would the market embrace my mash-up? Or would readers run away in droves, terrified of the unfamiliar?

Producing the same sort of stories, again and again, can be comfortable. It may help sales, too. To grow as authors, though, we have to leave safety behind. We must step out onto that high pinnacle of creativity and let go, defying the fear that we'll plummet ignominiously to the ground. We have to get over our fear of flying.

Rajasthani Moon was like nothing I'd written before. Well, that's not strictly true. Like most of my books, it has plenty of erotic content. What I mean is that I've never felt so free as I did writing this book. I gave myself permission to follow my imagination, no matter how wild its suggestions. I found this difficult at first. The further I ventured out onto my self-constructed limb, though, the easier I found the process.

The result? Well, I'm pleased with it. I have no idea what other people will think. But I am not going to worry. That's out of my control.

And Cecily? She conquers her fear, too, eventually:

The passenger compartment was about ten feet long. Its walls were chest height. A canopy shaded one end, including the brass and quartz crystal control panel. The other was open to the sky, though the gas bag a dozen feet above them shielded them from the most direct rays of the sun. She was not surprised to discover that the floor was covered by multiple layers of intricately-patterned carpets and strewn with fat, multi-hued pillows. The Rajasthanis seemed to have little use for furniture.

Amir busied himself at the controls while Pratan lounged on the cushions, looking rakish and indolent. “Come here, Cecily,” he ordered. “Sometimes the take-off is a bit bumpy.”

Her heartbeat accelerated and her palms started to sweat at this reminder of what lay ahead. She gave him a sharp look. She could have sworn he was suppressing a chuckle.

Nevertheless, she reclined beside him, as he’d instructed. He slipped his arm around her shoulder and held her tight against his chest. His strength reassured her, but she still felt as though her stomach was turning somersaults.

A low frequency vibration hummed under them as Amir started the engine.

“Here we go,” called the Rajah. “Prepare to lift off.”

“Kiss me,” said Pratan. He took possession of her mouth without waiting for her acquiescence.

Amir released the tethers binding the dirigible to the roof. They retracted into their housings with a snap and the gondola swayed in reaction, springing upward a few feet. Cecily’s heart climbed into her throat. She gritted her teeth against sudden nausea. Pratan’s agile tongue wormed its way between her lips, urging her to relax and open, and the spell passed. Meanwhile, his hands wandered over her body, pulling her loose clothing out of the way so that he could stroke her breasts and belly.

His scent enveloped her, sandalwood and smoke superimposed on animal musk. The wolf had not returned since their encounter on Mount Abu, but Pratan still smelt like something feral. He burrowed into her, sucking on her tongue and nibbling her lips, while his fingers teased her nipples into hungry knots. Cecily moaned as the pleasure mounted. She lay back, cradled in the nest of cushions, and allowed him free access.

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Rajasthani Moon is available at all your favorite bookstores. 

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Another chance to win (even if you're not in the US) (#giveaway #amazon #steampunk)

Do you like steampunk? BDSM? Shifters? If so, you have another chance to win a copy of my outrageous erotic romance Rajasthani Moon over at Amazon. I've changed to odds to make it easier to win, since most of my free copies weren't claimed in my previous drawing.

To enter the drawing, just click here.

Want an excerpt? At your service!

Yeah, I know Amazon won't let you enter if you don't have a United States address. Ridiculous! Anyway, I'm running an alternative contest for those of you who are not in the US.

If you'd like to enter, just send me an email at contest [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com. Use the subject line "I want the book!". In the body of the email, tell me where you live. You don't have to give me your full address, just the city and country.

I'll enter all the internationl email entries into a drawing for a free copy of the book, which I'll award on November 13th, the same time my Amazon giveaway ends.

It's the end of the world—Again! (#SteamPunk #romance #pnr )

By Wayne R. Tripp (Guest Blogger)

Although set in a Post-Apocalyptic world in which Neo-Victoriana rules and earth's survivors lead a cobbled-together steampunk existence, the main focus of Beyond Redemption centers around its two main characters, Jack Hazard and Penny Fox. Two flawed people living with buried secrets almost as dark as the hellish creatures they hunt, the main characters in this series were created after years of reading everything Victorian from Rudyard Kipling to Bram Stoker. Blend this with a lifetime spent watching Hammer and other horror films, centering around vampires, werewolves and damsels in distress. Add a pinch of my experience working as a graphic designer, throw in a dash of creating and painting award winning military and fantasy figures. A pinch of my passion for late nineteenth century American and British history, coupled with my love of India in the Raj period and you have the brew that lead me down the path toward writing these tales. Discovering the fascinating world of the Victorian Steampunk culture has added the perfect smidge of necessary spice.

As the reader progresses through Beyond Redemption, I've attempted to portray Penny and Jack as basically ordinary people driven by the same needs, desires and emotions we can all associate with. Yet, from the beginning I've hinted that each is far more than meets the eye. After all, they're people forced to deal with a fractured world still trying to get it all together several hundred years after a series of worldwide cataclysmic events. Not surprisingly, clean water has become the most important resource on earth, and during the survivors' search for fresh sources, mankind has unleashed yet another harbinger of doom. A protective seal has been broken, and a small crack has been opened. Through this slash in the earth's crust slither a horde of savage monsters. In Beyond Redemption, Penny and Jack band together to find and destroy the evil Baroness Heidi Zurbrück and prevent her from opening a larger gateway to hell and letting all manner of diabolical creatures pour out. With each book of my Dragon Seeker series, I intend to follow Jack and Penny as they discover love and band together to seek out these creatures and save humanity from fresh horrors.

With each chapter I hope to reveal a little bit of Jack and Penny's "special talents" as well as provide glimpses into their well-guarded secrets. Of course there'll be a fair amount of romance and sex, plenty of personal conflicts to overcome as well as several clans of savage beasts, some of them human, some definitely not. As it is sadly true in life, there will be some issues of racism and prejudice. Penny is the daughter of an American army officer of Irish descent while her mother was a Hindu fleeing India in disgrace. There, I've revealed one of Penny's secrets. Now you might wonder why Mum fled her native India? Anyone familiar with the British control of India during the Raj period knows of the prejudicial way the local Brits viewed most Indians. Since the world has now adopted Neo-Victorian ideals, you might assume that prejudice has reared its ugly head again. But is that really why Penny's Mum deserted her homeland? By the way, the title Beyond Redemption has several meanings, just as city names are sometimes changed over time, such as Bombay becoming Mumbai. Many of the devastated world's cities have been renamed. Hope, Disappointment, Traveler's Rest and Shadowland to name a few. Redemption is the name of a survivors' settlement in the northeast where southerner Penny Fox is forced to live. For Beyond Redemption's second meaning, the reader will quickly discover some secrets when revealed are very much beyond redemption.

As for my personal writing process, I'm usually stimulated by something I read, see, or hear about. From there, I develop characters and plots like most other writers, always governed by two words: What If.

Blurb

Struggling to survive in a devastated world powered by steam and governed by Neo-Victorian morals, fake spiritualist Penny Fox meets handsome Jack Hazard at haunted Grimsby Manor. During the stormy night of the séance, both realize they are sexually attracted to each other. Although each hides dark personal secrets, they dare explore a vile mansion where creatures far more deadly than restless ghosts prowl. Before their terrifying night ends, they'll share wild passion, know overwhelming fear, summon more than a dash of courage, and discover the beginning of an adventurous love affair destined to last all their lives. Trouble is, their lives might prove very brief. First, they must live through the night.

Excerpt

In her trance, there were two of them entering the abandoned android factory, an inferior shadow world of BioSim’s actual Artificial Intelligence Group. The place was not so much abandoned, as avoided. The pair of invaders looked like survivalist characters featured in one of her trashy novels set in the barren wastelands of Desolation. They were dressed head to toe in some sort of heavy animal skin coats with all sorts of metal gadgets clinking and clanging about their bodies, and plenty of plain cold iron. The sort of stuff to keep witches and demons at bay.

They worked their way past the cobwebbed ghosts of lifeless service bots, stacks of articulated limbs and rows of gender-specific heads, looking for the plant manager’s office. Behind a double line of dormant fully-assembled androids, they found it. Once inside, they swept a stack of rolled AI schematics off a battered desk, and began hastily undressing each other. She watched as her companion began to peel away a thick pair of amber-colored goggles, and the various gauges and devices strung across his body, stacking them carefully beside the desk. When he stripped off his spiked helmet, and mutant panther seal skin coat, she tried not to stare. The athletic, well-muscled form he’d kept covered was beginning to drive her crazy. She wanted him in her so badly, this fellow adventurer of hers. As she began to strip out of her own restrictive clothing, right down to her icy blue silk panties, she realized he must feel the same about her. He’d watched her undress the whole time, his twinkling blue eyes full of mischief.

She came to him in front of a dusty brocaded couch, her eager smile that of an anxious innocent. Brazenly, she began kissing him. She’d wanted to kiss Jack Hazard from the moment she’d met him.

Free of the restrictive clothing worn by anyone hoping to survive in the endless wasteland, and the paraphernalia of their secretive trade, they went at it like lovers long separated. When Jack finished removing the last of his devices and his outer coat, he continued with the clothes Penny had observed in the séance parlor. When he removed his pants, revealing legs heavy with well-defined muscle used to running and other demanding “activities”, her desire grew more urgent.

As he removed his under clothes, her hand flew to her face while she tried to catch her breath. Perhaps she should turn away, close her eyes. She couldn’t tear her gaze away, yet she felt like such a wicked street slut. In spite of Jack’s less than sterling opinion of her, she’d led a wholesome, if sheltered life. She tried to think of herself as a southern gentlewoman fallen on hard times; maybe just a bit naive. She’d never seen a cock so huge. In point of fact, she’d hardly ever seen a man’s cock; Madame Blossom was pretty insistent that she remain in her room while the girls were working. Still, there had been two. Two vividly horrific memories buried deep in her soul and best forgotten. They still set her body shivering and gave her screeching nightmares. Yet, this near naked man smiling at her so invitingly was driving her crazy with desire. What should she do?

Would she return to the waking world totally scandalized by what she’d done in her trance? Would the others—would Mr. Hazard—know? Hopefully his hot kisses would be worth any future embarrassment.

Silly girl. He was so gorgeous, she felt like putty in his hands, willing to do almost anything just to see him smile at her. Yet, she knew he could be a heartless rogue, a complete scoundrel; how could this ever be anything more than a wishful fantasy? Maybe if they just kissed. . . .

The spirits infecting Penny’s trance grew bored with her indecisive dithering, and twisted her dream further to suit their whims.

Gone were the adventurers’ outer clothing and cluster of android parts piled around the dusty roll top desk. Penny still wore the remnants of her séance clothing, but now those clothes were undone. Since it was her trance they tromped through, the malignant spirits found it easy to skip between both dream and real world, bending Penny’s will to feed their dark desires.

In her dream, Penny writhed with pleasure in Jack’s arms, as his hands ripped open her blouse. Yet in the séance room, her trance lover’s fingers remained interlaced with his neighbor’s, far across the table. She still sat primly dressed next to Lady Grimsby, her dreamy thoughts anything but proper.

Across the séance table from the medium, Brother Shine’s sister-wife, Twinkle, began to moan and squirm in her stiff-backed chair, as if one of the wandering phantoms was starting to have its way with her.

Lost deep within her trance, she squealed as Jack grabbed her long silky hair, freed hairpins shooting everywhere. When he shoved her back towards the uncomfortable worn brocade couch, scattering several dog-eared copies of Android Companion magazine, she drew him down with her. Running her fingers through his thick hair, she drew his face closer to her own, and kissed him with enough fiery passion to fuse their hearts together forever. Yet, even in her dream, she knew it had to stay no more than kisses. It couldn’t ever become anything more.

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About the Author

Creator of several successful eBook series ,and now Beyond Redemption, the first book in a steampunk romantic adventure series, author Wayne Tripp lives in the New England area he often writes about. A former SCUBA enthusiast visiting many exotic reefs and award-winning graphic designer, he spends his time creating and painting military, fantasy and steampunk miniatures as well as with his family and adoring husky. Yet, he still makes time to write. Maintaining his childhood notion Love should eventually win, he believes there are still dark things hiding in his shadowy closet. Once in a while, in a book, he lets them out.

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