Are you brave enough to spin the wheel? #BlackCollarPress

I couldn’t be happier with the reception that Black Light: Valentine Roulette is receiving in the three days that it’s been out.   We’ve already hit #1 in multiple erotica categories in both the US and UK, including the coveted BDSM.  I love seeing that Best Seller flag next to it on Amazon and adore the 60+ reviews we’ve already received in just a few short days.

If you are reading this and you don’t know what I’m talking about, you should head on over and check it out.  If you are a Fifty Shades of Grey Fan, I know you’re excited for the movie coming out this weekend.  Let Roulette get you ‘in the mood’ for the show, or better yet, read it with your significant other when you come home all hot and bothered. 🙂  Either way, let the gang at Black Light show you how BDSM is really done. 🙂

Check out Ryder, the sadist Dom from my story in the boxed set, Revealed.

Naughty (NSFW) Snippet:

Khloe had never felt so alive. It was like every cell of her body was on high alert, ready to do her master’s bidding. It was ridiculous, really. Who the fuck did he think he was? They’d known each other all of thirty minutes, so it was ridiculous to recognize she hadn’t felt this level of intimacy with anyone ever before. The novelty of it made her brave enough to see where it would take her.

He’d assured her he’d stop if she cried out red and, despite his harsh treatment, she believed him. And while she was under no delusion that Chase had any romantic feelings for her, she knew he wouldn’t let anything truly dangerous happen to her. Those were the only reasons she was able to get her excited breathing under control.

His name was Ryder. Her eyes tracked him as he moved around the perimeter of the room, collecting up any number of diabolical items he planned to use on her body. There was something about him that fascinated her. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she suspected it had to do with the fact that he was the first person in a long time whom she felt wasn’t interested in her as an actress. He didn’t seem to care about how much money she made or how famous she was. As fucked up as the game they were playing was, it felt real.

There were very few things in her life that she could say that about.

Before they really got started, a loud commotion could be heard across the club as a woman screamed, “Fucking red, you bastard!” at the top of her lungs. She turned, trying to see what was happening. Even from the distance, she recognized the last couple to be matched. Congressman Masterson and his ex-wife were not doing too well with their Pet Play kink.

Ryder raised an eyebrow when she looked back at him. “I’d stay focused on your own predicament if I were you, little girl.”

She suspected that was good advice.

Khloe tugged at her restraints, testing to see if she had any wiggle room and strangely relieved when she found little. He’d left her lying flat, thankfully, as she didn’t want to see the growing crowd that had gathered around inside the doorway and even the cutout window, supplied so voyeurs could watch the famous actress be dominated by the scariest of the roulette dominants.

Her bubble of self-confidence burst when he approached between her legs and held up what looked like a sharp scalpel. Survival instincts kicked in and she did her best to flail in her bonds, fighting to be free.

“That’s it, baby. Try to fight me. I love it.” Holy shit if she didn’t see the truth in his eyes as he held the sharp implement closer for her to get a good look.

“Sonofabitch,” she cried out.

“That’s one. I’m Master or Sir. Any other names will earn you a punishment. Now, I’d hold still if I were you.”

“I don’t like this!” she countered.

“There are no rules that say you have to like anything. You just have to obey.”

Her struggles were fruitless, but she didn’t stop until he volleyed a few sharp swats to her exposed inner thighs with his palm. The embarrassment was worse than the pain.

“You’re a real prince, you know that?”

“Oh baby, don’t I know it.” He moved around next to her and reached out to pull up the fabric of her bra between her boobs. He waited until she looked into his eyes to reply. “Here’s the thing. You have princes chasing you daily, yet you’re at Black Light, looking for something you can’t even name. Now, hold perfectly still unless you want to turn this into a blood play scene.”

Khloe held her breath while she felt him brush the dull edge of the scalpel across her skin just before situating it at her bra and pulling up to let the blade slice through the lace. The tension now released, the fabric flew apart, exposing her mounds and protruding nipples to her captor. He took his time admiring her, reaching to cup her bare breast, pinching the tight tip between his thumb and middle finger until she moaned.

She knew her panties would come off next, but the Dom used the electronic controls on the diabolical table to first move the head of the table upright, bending her at the tummy and also allowing the crowd to now witness her expressions. The only saving grace was that the spotlight above the table was bright enough to make it difficult to see out into the audience. She needed to pretend they weren’t there. Instead, she turned her attention back to the man now standing between her widely spread legs. There was open lust in his eyes that made her feel powerful.

“Hold still,” he ordered. She complied, wanting him to draw blood even less than he did.

Her panties fell away, ruined, leaving her completely bare. A palpable electric charge zinged in the air as his gaze devoured her bare pussy.

“What a shame. You’re already bald. I was looking forward to shaving you before your examination.” He let his fingers brush through her folds, coming into the lightest of contact with her clit. Christ, if only he’d pay attention there a bit longer, she’d be a puddle of goo. Instead, he yanked his hand away before she could enjoy it. She groaned in frustration.

“Lucky for you, I have extensive experience with medical examinations. Well, medical torture to be more precise.”

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Almost time to play Roulette! #SatSpanks

 

We are in the final count down to the hottest Valentine’s Day boxed set of the year.  I can’t wait for the world to meet eight of the sexy couples who were brave enough to play Valentine Roulette in Washington D.C.’s premier BDSM club, Black Light.   I was honored to have such awesome authors, and friends, join me to bring Black Light to life.

Broken by Renee Rose                    Revealed by Livia Grant

Unbroken by Maren Smith             Wet by Jennifer Bene

Unraveled by Addison Cain           Unmasked by Lee Savino

Stripped by Sophie Kisker              Bared by Measha Stone

 

Excerpt from Revealed

Meet Ryder and Khloe

When Mr. Helms stalked towards to the stairs as if he were going to drag her up on the stage with force, her feet finally moved. Khloe spun and started racing towards the exit, which was easier said than done. Cocktail tables full of spectators were in the walkway, slowing her down.  She heard the commotion behind her and knew instinctively he was chasing after her.  In a brief moment of clarity, she felt like Little Red Riding Hood, being chased by the big bad wolf through the dense woods.

She didn’t even make it half way to the door before muscular arms snatched her. One arm wrapped around her waist, yanking her to an abrupt stop. His other hand jammed into her long hair, snapping her head back so far it hurt.  He squeezed her so hard that the last pockets of air left her, leaving her gasping while he ground his hips against her lower back, pressing his steely erection against her so hard she couldn’t have ignored it if she tried.

Ryder Helms

She’d expected him to yell at her, but he instead placed his lips against the shell of her left ear, his gravelly voice low enough for her ears only.  “You’re not getting away from me, Miss Monroe. I won you fair and square. You may not know me, but believe me when I tell you you’ll be glad we met in three hours.  I may not know why you’re here yet, but I’m gonna make it my mission to find out and give you exactly what you need before you leave here tonight.”  He paused, releasing her slightly. “Take a deep breath.” When she didn’t comply he barked. “Now.”

Her body obeyed, gasping for precious air as he continued on.

“That’s it. I feel you squirming against me. You’ve got an itch that needs scratched, don’t you?  Well, I’m your man. Just so you know, if you leave now, you’ll be walking away from the best sex of your life.”

Khloe Monroe

Blurb:

Actress Khloe Monroe’s life is spinning out of control. Surrounded by millions of fans, but she’s never felt more alone. When she seeks out an old friend, Chase Cartwright, she doesn’t expect his advice to be signing up for a daring game of Valentine Roulette in his secretive BDSM club.

CIA agent Ryder Helms doesn’t play at anything in life, especially sex.  He’s a sadist and a dominant to his core, so when the roulette wheel pairs him with the stunning actress, Khloe Monroe, a BDSM newbie, he’s surprised to find she’s the best gift he’s received in a long time. Dominating an experienced submissive was fun. Dominating an innocent was delicious.

The confidentiality of Black Light may protect Khloe from the paparazzi, but who will protect her from the devastatingly handsome, yet dangerous, Dom she’s been paired with?

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Haven’t started reading the series yet? No worries! There is plenty of time to catch up. There are three standalone books already out.  Check them out!

Infamous Love by Livia Grant

Black Light: Rocked by Livia Grant

Black Light: Exposed by Jennifer Bene

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Release Day! Black Light: Rocked #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings-Christmas HatYippy!  Today is not only #SatSpanks day, but my newest book, Black Light: Rocked is due out today.  In fact, I’m hoping by the time you are reading this, the book will be live and ready for sale.  If not, it will be any minute.

So in honor of #SatSpanks, I’m thrilled to share one of the sexy, spanky scenes from Black Light: Rocked. This is book one in my new BDSM series. I hope you’re gonna love the awesome Black Light world as much as I do.

bl-rocked-cover-v2-1Snippet from Jonah’s POV:

Jonah could kick himself. “Dammit, I should have asked you what time you needed to be where today, but you should have brought it up, too.”  Jonah turned to start brushing his teeth, while Sam rushed to finish the last of her shaving.  She was hurrying towards him as he rinsed.

“Get dressed,” he instructed.

“No.  I’m not leaving you,” she answered forcefully.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I’m not leaving you until you have to leave for your concert tomorrow.”

“Listen, young lady, I thought we discussed this last night.  Who’s in charge?”

She crossed her arms hiding her perfect breasts from him. “I want to renegotiate.”

“Renegotiate?”

“Yes,”  she confirmed, although a little less confidently.

“And just when is it you think you should be in charge?”

Sam’s face lit up, “When you don’t agree with me.” She giggled, disarming him.

He reached out to pull her against his chest; the feel of her lithe naked body flush against him had his cock filling.

She must have felt it too because she grinned, “See you don’t want me to leave either.”  Sami didn’t play fair, roaming her hands up and down his back, squeezing his ass playfully as she leaned into him.

Fuck me.

“You do realize you’re being a very naughty girl, tempting me like this.”  He’d said the words playfully, but when he looked down into her caramel brown eyes, he saw her surprised longing.  He trusted his gut and pressed further. “You know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?”

He felt her tense in his arms telling him she did indeed know.  He wouldn’t press her. Not if she wasn’t ready, but desire to explore with her had him moving his own hands down to cup her ass cheeks in his palms.  Her eyes widened.

“That’s right, you do know.  I think you’ve earned your first spanking.”

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Blurb:

They had unfinished business.  

She went there for closure, but he deserved his revenge.

They both learned to be careful what you wish for.

When Samantha Stone hears the popular rock band Crushing Stones created by her childhood sweetheart is headlining at a new dance club nearby, she considers it fate. She’s waited seven years to get answers. Why had he deserted her without even saying good-bye?

Jonah “Cash” Carter has scanned the throngs of fans for years looking for her. Waiting. When he spots Sami in the crowd, he freezes mid-song. He’d named his band for a reason, and tonight would be the night he finally got to crush a Stone.

Too many secrets. Too much history. Can they find their way to the truth without destroying each other?

Author’s Note: Black Light: Rocked is a steamy bad-boy rocker romance with an HEA. It is meant for mature audiences only. It has explicit sexual situations as well as BDSM power exchange elements that may not be suitable for all readers.

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Final Countdown: Black Light: Rocked

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So now we wait.  I’ve pushed the publish button for Black Light: Rocked, book one in my brand new BDSM series.  In order to distract myself from checking Amazon every ten minutes to see if it’s gone live yet, I thought I’d do something a bit more productive, like sharing a juicy excerpt from early in the the story.  This is from Jonah’s POV.  Enjoy!

bl-rocked-cover-v2-1Excerpt:

She’d finally come.

The sudden appearance of the only woman he’d ever allowed to hurt him rocked Jonah to the core. For the first few years of Crushing Stone concerts, he’d scanned the crowds endlessly, waiting for the day she’d realize she’d screwed up and came back to him. As each year had passed, he’d looked less and less until her absence had become his new normal.

Christ, she looked good. Amazing even. She’d somehow maintained her innocent girl-next-door look while still maturing into the gorgeous woman he’d always known she’d be. Her long, thick brunette hair accented her caramel brown eyes. The same eyes that were staring back at him now with uncertainty.

He’d stopped singing mid-sentence. He vaguely realized the band was still playing the accompaniment, doing their best to cover up his gaff as if this were all a planned part of the show, which was utter bullshit.

Snapshots from a different time in his life crowded his brain as the nearby media jumped up to snap photos of the frozen singer. The light flashes acted as a wake-up call that he was in a very public place, the center stage attraction, as a room full of fans witnessed his astonishment. He shook his head, trying to shake the rushing memories out and willing the lyrics to a song he’d sung a thousand times or more to come back to him.

But instead of lyrics, he thought about school bus rides and elementary lunch rooms. Flashes from Friday night football games and late night band rehearsals in Ryan’s family garage— always his best fan, Sami, never more than a few feet away as she looked at him as if he were the center of her universe.

It was when memories of their last night together crashed in on him that his surprise turned to anger. This was the woman who had turned on him—throwing away everything good without a backward glance. He’d thought he’d come to grips with her betrayal through therapy. Seeing her here being surrounded by security made him know he’d been a fool to think he was over her deception.

Jonah stood frozen until the security guards started pulling Samantha away from the runway. She kept craning her neck, fighting to stay behind. Fighting to maintain their visual connection.

Fuck if I’m going to let her get away again. She owes me answers, God dammit.

Without a plan, Jonah closed the last few feet at the end of the runway and jumped out into the crowd turning his confused fans into an impromptu mosh pit. He struggled to get his boots on the floor as dozens of hands clutched at him, happy just to touch their idol. He never took his eyes off the burly security guy currently manhandling Sami towards the exit of the club.

She was getting away.

His forward progress was halted by a concerned Jaxson who had stepped into his path.

“What the fuck, Cash? You’re in the middle of a show here, dude.”

Jonah reached out to his friend, pulling him close to talk into his ear in order to be heard over the chaos erupting in the club.

“I need to stop that woman from leaving.” He pointed at Samantha, giving the nearby press a confirmation on exactly what, or rather who, had grabbed his attention.

“Seriously, your booty call is gonna need to…”

Jaxson never got the chance to finish his sentence. His anger spilling over, Jonah grabbed the front of his friend’s tuxedo, pulling him chest to chest.

“Fuck you, Jax. This isn’t a booty call, dammit. I have to talk to her.”

The men had known each other long enough that Jonah recognized Jaxson’s acceptance of his odd request.

Chase had joined them and all three men swung to watch Samantha fighting security in an attempt to break free.

f4333608edcc54b6a30a46481ed2e992Chase questioned, “You mean Samantha?”

Hearing her name out loud rocked him. He had so many questions. Why was she here? How did Jaxson and Chase know her?

To their credit, his friends formed a human plow in front of him and began pressing through the crowd with Jonah on their heels. Security almost had her shuffled to the revolving door marked VIP entrance when Jaxson waved and started shouting at them to stop.

“Blake! Hold up!” The security detail must have heard through the din because they stopped a few feet before the door, just next to the VIP coat check counter. The crowd was thinning the farther back in the club they got until Jonah could finally walk freely without being groped by passing fans.

Sensing their friend’s need to reach the frightened Samantha, Jax and Chase separated, allowing Jonah to take long strides, closing the final distance between them quickly. It took all his effort to stop himself from grabbing her up—to kiss her or to squeeze the life out of her, he wasn’t sure which.

The band’s instrumental rendition of the ballad Jonah had written for the very woman now standing only an inch from him felt like the soundtrack playing for the dramatic scene playing out. The club lights had been dimmed for the show making it difficult for him to read her despite their proximity. Long seconds passed with neither speaking.

As his eyes became accustomed to the dim lighting, he could see the fear bordering on panic flitting in her eyes. He should have felt vindicated by her fear, but her vulnerability instead awoke a protective persona he’d abandoned years before.

“You came.” He choked the words out.

Her eyes widened before she answered with a simple, “I came.”

His left hand reached out and squeezed her right bicep on its own accord. “Why?” The venom in the single word matched the strength of his bruising grasp. He was grateful she had on long sleeves. It would be too dangerous to touch her skin.

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Blurb:

They had unfinished business.  

She went there for closure, but he deserved his revenge.

They both learned to be careful what you wish for.

When Samantha Stone hears the popular rock band Crushing Stones created by her childhood sweetheart is headlining at a new dance club nearby, she considers it fate. She’s waited seven years to get answers. Why had he deserted her without even saying good-bye?

Jonah “Cash” Carter has scanned the throngs of fans for years looking for her. Waiting. When he spots Sami in the crowd, he freezes mid-song. He’d named his band for a reason, and tonight would be the night he finally got to crush a Stone.

Too many secrets. Too much history. Can they find their way to the truth without destroying each other?

Author’s Note: Black Light: Rocked is a steamy bad-boy rocker romance with an HEA. It is meant for mature audiences only. It has explicit sexual situations as well as BDSM power exchange elements that may not be suitable for all readers.

Coming Saturday, December 17th!!

In the meantime, you can read the PREQUEL to the Black Light Series, Infamous Love.

Buy it here:

Jaxson, Emma and Chase

Jaxson, Emma and Chase

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New Release: Infamous Love #WIPITUP #BDSM #Menage

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Happy Wednesday! I’m starting it off with a bang with my hot off the press new M/m/f menage story, Infamous Love.  This is a prequel to my upcoming BDSM series called Black Light.  I’ve included a scene from the next book that I’m working on right now at the end of Infamous Love.

Here is one of my favorite scenes of all from my new release.  It’s actually not a sex scene (sorry), but the moment when Emma’s father finds out about her menage relationship and comes to track her older, dominate lovers down to have a little heart-to-heart.  As you can imagine, her dad is not too happy with his little girl’s new arrangement.

Jaxson, Emma and Chase

Jaxson, Emma and Chase

NSFW Excerpt:

The loud clumping of heavy feet rushing up the wooden stairs to the attic could be heard over the video game. Jaxson grabbed the remote to flick off the power just as the pounding on the bedroom door started.

The men looked at each other nervously, suspecting who might be on the other side of the thankfully thick door. Jaxson moved quietly towards the door, hoping to get it locked before whoever was on the other side burst in to find the naked men.

“Jaxson Davidson and Chase Cartwright, I know you’re in there. This is Emma’s father. Open up.”

The men’s “fuck” was in unison.

It must have carried behind the door because Mr. Fischer’s response was to pound louder. “My sentiments exactly. Now open this door.”

Jaxson looked around the space they’d been holed up in for the last few weeks and knew without a doubt he’d be dead within minutes if he let Emma’s father inside. It was one big sex playroom. Restraints, dildos, vibrators, and punishment devices of all shapes and sizes covered most open spaces. The messed bed still bore the sticky remains of multiple orgasms.

Jaxson made it to the door just in time to hold it closed as the elder Fischer started to open it.

“Hello, Mr. Fischer. This is Jaxson. We’ll be happy to talk with you. We’ll meet you downstairs in five minutes.”

“No, we’ll talk here. Now.”

Chase looked worried and started to frantically try to pick up the most racy of sex toys just in case Emma’s father made it past Jaxson.

Jaxson held his ground. “No, sir. I insist. We’ll talk in the kitchen.”

“You listen to me, young man. I love my daughter very much and I’m coming in there this instant.”

Chase froze, turning to stare at Jaxson with panicked eyes. Jaxson met his heated stare as he replied, “And I love your daughter too, and that’s why I insist that you not come in here now. Trust me, sir. We are best to talk downstairs.”

Despite the seriousness of the situation, Chase’s victorious grin at Jaxson’s declaration of love warmed him.

Emma’s father cursed, “God damn it. Fine. You have five minutes.”

Jaxson waited until he heard the retreating steps before letting go of the door. Chase was still grinning from ear to ear, his arms crossed across his bare chest, the jutting cock Jaxson loved so much swinging between his legs.

“What the hell are you smiling at? He’s pissed!” Jaxson questioned.

If possible, Chase’s grin grew. “I knew it. You love us.”

Jaxson chuckled as he reached for a pair of jeans thrown over the back of the desk chair. “I said I loved Emma. I didn’t say shit about you.”

Chase knew him well. “Uh-huh. Right.” Damned if he still stood there, staring at Jaxson. They’d been best friends for years, so it felt odd to feel uncomfortable with Chase, but he was in new territory and they both knew it.

“Shut up, will you? This is serious.”

Chase took a tentative step forward, moving in Jaxson’s direction slowly. “Yes, it is serious. It isn’t every day the man I’m in love with admits he loves me back.”

Jaxson stood frozen, waiting until his lover entered his personal space. The men closed the final inches between them, their mouths crushing together as Jaxson weaved his fingers through Chase’s long hair, holding his head stationary as he plundered his mouth with a probing tongue. He felt Chase melting against his body like the submissive that he was.

Jaxson moved his left hand down to grip Chase’s thickening cock, dragging a tortured moan from his lover. When Jax pulled out of the kiss, their labored breathing filled the room. “You need to put this bad boy back to sleep until later. I don’t think we need him for what’s coming next.”

Chase’s “Yes, sir,” was perfect and had Jaxson’s own cock filling.

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Blurb:

When curvy grad student Emma Fischer is stranded in the south of France, she’s short on cash and unable to speak French. The last people she expects to come to her aide at the train station are two high-demand fashion models in France for a photo shoot. Sparks fly between the threesome as they speed towards Paris in their private car.

Emma gets on the train a girl, but the intimate time spent in the dominant men’s arms over one hot weekend turns her into a woman. Walking away from her lovers to return to her average life in Wisconsin is one of the hardest things she’s ever done.

Jaxson Davidson and Chase Cartwright have been best friends and business partners for years. As A-list models they are treated like royalty wherever they go, by everyone they meet, which is why their down-to-earth submissive grad student, Emma, is something special. The men have been seeking a way to turn their friendship into a romance, and Emma is the perfect missing ingredient to make that happen.

Can a romance that started as a fun summer fling turn into something long lasting for the trio? Will Jaxson’s powerful father ruin their chance at their own happily ever after? Find out this and more in this sexy, exciting ménage novel where love might really be the only thing more powerful than the paparazzi.

Publisher’s Note: Infamous Love is a M/m/f erotic ménage romance meant for adult audiences only.

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