Thursday, February 18, 2016

Confessions of a Sex Fiend @RayvenGodchild @SensuousPromos

On the path to earning his degree in mechanical engineering, Chancellor Baltimore, geek-extraordinaire, experiences a detour of a lifetime. He discovers his inner sex fiend and an incurable yearning to be the fantasy, bring the pain, and ensure unbridled pleasure for his clients. But even he experiences a bump in the road.

In Tasting Cherry, everyone has a first time.

In A View to Ecstasy, it’s so much more fun when there’s more than two in the tango.

In Retreat Bound, there’s pleasure in the pain.

And in Bound to Collide, Chancellor experiences a collision course that is inevitable.

Let’s enjoy these tales of a sex fiend as Chancellor continues to break the rule that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Shhhhh! Don’t tell anyone. They will be our little secrets…

music by Kevin MacLeod at

Rayven Godchild is an author of erotica/erotic romance short stories, novels, and novellas, as well as a lover of chocolate and wine. She's shared the sensual secrets of a very naughty boy in the Confessions of a Sex Fiend series. Although the addicting tales are available in a boxed set, they can be found by their separate titles of Tasting Cherry, A View to Ecstasy, Retreat Bound, and Bound to Collide.

Secret Lilies is a steamy suspense romantica that was originally released at a tumultuous point in Rayven’s life but has had new life breathed between the pages. BOSS, a DEGREES OF BEING novel, is available now.

Here are some places you can find Rayven:

Characters Behaving Badly

2/18: Darkest Cravings

2/21: The Book Pub

2/22: Sensuous Promos

2/23: Nics Book Nook

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

#NewRelease: Fractured Fantasies: Valentine's Venom by Torie James #Erotica #Fantasy @Writergurl216

When Gods collide and an innocent taunt turns into a fascinating challenge, the rules are: There are no rules. Enter a world of wicked intimacy, tempting desires and carnal challenges that ring rife with passion’s promise. With the gauntlet thrown and the stakes rising higher, the lines between agony and ecstasy blur with shattering rapture. And more often than not, we discover too late that simmering desires left unchecked are deadlier than the rest.

Book One: We Wear The Mask

In a sea of burning glances, sensual disguise hides more than a lovely face and vulnerable heart. Step onto a stage of madness where seething shadows breed deadly lies and the discovery of what lies beneath unleashes a storm of merciless passion.

Book Two: Crowning Glory

When a cheating, shameless beauty bends men to the will of her own greedy hunger, the lust of her ever growing appetite proves to be the thorn on which they’re hung. The path to paradise leads down a ruthless road of betrayal and a loving husband’s broken heart and public pride hammer the lesson home.

Book Three: You Never Forget Your First

A brilliant scientist and her adoring husband recall their tender beginnings on the evening that will change the world and their lives forever. But even as joyous wonder unfolds to introduce the next stage in human technology, a chance decision will prove that the echoes of uncommon love last longer than any earthly affection.

(The Excerpt is pretty PG-13 but the book itself is a 4/5 heat rating)
"Enough talk of boobies and wieners." Himeros slurred. "We need more action around here. More fun." He sat back. "I say, we cut loose and have some fun." He glanced at Eros. "You know, like we used to. Before your man card was revoked."
Eros cast his brother a droll look. "Not gonna rise to the bait, bro."
"Hear tell you can't rise to anything much." Himeros accused.
"That's the best you got?"
"Olympian Pissing Contest. Take 400." Kalypso sang.
"It's not a contest. A contest implies competition of which I have none." Eros shot back.
"So, you're saying love trumps all? That its stronger than lust or illusion?" Himeros purred. 
Eros nodded. "Job security."
"I beg to differ. I think lust overpowers." Himeros took a swig form his cup.
"You're both pathetic. Illusion. Hands down." Kalyso hiccupped, waving her hand.
Eros rubbed his head. He already knew how this would end but he was drunk, lonely and bored.
Bad combination.
"Fine. Let's see who's right then."
His half brother and sister howled, Kalypso nearly falling from her chair in happiness.
"Now you're talking. Rules?" She asked.
Himeros sneered. "Rules? What are you? New? There are no rules."
"Even better!"
Eros studied his buffed nails. "Who wants to go first?"
"Me." Kalypso jumped up. "I've kept my eye on this little morsel for a while now. And it's all coming together finally. Anyone fancy a bit of French Food?" She crowed, waving a hand in the air, turning them all to smoky gold swirls and vanishing from the Great Hall.
Moments later, all three perched atop the curling bannister of a dual, winding staircase crowded over with hapless mortals. Each used their powers to remain invisible, observing only.
Kalypso clapped happily, pointing down and singling out a man. "There he is." She quickly told her brothers the game being played and sat back, smugly.
"Submitted for your approval, boys..."

Torie James Social Media Links

2/12: Sensuous Promos

Sage Marlowe

2/13: Nics Book Nook

2/14: Nicki Day

2/15: Taylor Brooks

The Book Pub

2/16: Darkest Cravings

All Book Finds

Nikki Noffsinger

2/17: Nics Book Nook

Bound by Passion

2/18: Get Cozy

Characters Behaving Badly

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Degrees of Being Boss by @RayvenGodchild #Erotica #BDSM @SensuousPromos

Zephyr Winston is a man in no rush to kick his social life back into gear after his ex's betrayal. So when he rescues Bailey Haven from a Russian hit man, he's surprised at the intensity of his attraction to the older woman.
With her husband, her perfect sub, dead two years, Bailey has no interest in doing more than running Club Precedent and mentoring Domme/sub couples. But her best friend's death sparks a domino effect that brings Bailey's path into a collision course with Zephyr. When the two meet, their chemistry is undeniably potent. They go head to head, Domme and Dom, but quickly learn there are many degrees to being boss.

Rayven Godchild is an author of erotica/erotic romance short stories, novels, and novellas, as well as a lover of chocolate and wine. She's shared the sensual secrets of a very naughty boy in the Confessions of a Sex Fiend series. Although the addicting tales are available in a boxed set, they can be found by their separate titles of Tasting Cherry, A View to Ecstasy, Retreat Bound, and Bound to Collide.
Secret Lilies is a steamy suspense romantica that was originally released at a tumultuous point in Rayven’s life but has had new life breathed between the pages. BOSS, a DEGREES OF BEING novel, is available now.
Here are some places you can find Rayven:
He let go of her and walked around the table to stand in front of her. He offered his hand and she took it. A sizzling jolt rushed her body as he yanked her to her feet and slammed her flush to him, with nothing but fabric keeping them apart. One of his arms curled around her, his palm resting low on her back. The other cupped the back of her neck. 

“Bailey.” He dipped his lips within a hair’s breadth of her ear. “I. Want. You. Can you listen and obey?”

Characters Behaving Badly


Friday, February 12, 2016

Surprise! An erotic short story with sizzle - now in audio! #RB4U #MFRWauthor

The idea for this story was born a long time ago, and a very short version of it written. That little flash/quickie once appeared in an anthology collection published by Liquid Silver Books years ago. After I requested the return of the antho, so I could work on the individual stories, I left this one in a file. Recently the idea resurfaced in my overworked brain, and I decided it might be fun to revisit it and flesh it out a bit, so to speak. I don’t know how many people are old enough to remember when late night network television was just beginning to show original dramas, but during those shows there was an inevitable deluge of commercials featuring nubile young women, mostly buxom blondes as I recall, and they were all inviting viewers to call them at their 1-900 numbers to chat… A male friend of mine dubbed them the “Bimbo Brigade” and I never forgot it–hence the moniker used in this story. It’s a quirky little fantasy type romance, and will soon be in audio–that should be interesting, to say the least. At any rate, here’s a peek at the setup. The story is only 99¢, it’s short, but it sizzles! It’s also become one of my best-sellers–which is a total surprise to me! AND, it’s available now in audio, as well… Indulge in a little wickedness if you dare…

Short, sexy contemporary with edge!
Available from Wicked Lass Press/Eirelander Publishing

eBook: Amazon  •  Barnes & Noble
AUDIO: AmazoniTunesAudible

When her lover, Martin Fowler is called away to Washington and she can't go with him, Daniella LeBeaux is restless and edgy. Martin's older, worldly, and has a reputation that would make most women think twice about trusting him. Dani loves him, and trust is not what's making her anxious and edgy - lust and loneliness are combining with a little too much to drink. When the phone rings, and it's Martin, delayed again, he teaches her a new way to make love long-distance style.... but who's watching Dani? And is Martin really ready for the revenge his actions incite?


An hour after her father had gone home, Martin called. He was, in fact, on his way back to New York. Despite the fact that she had an early call for rehearsals the next day, Daniella chose to wait up for him. It was approaching 2 AM now and he still wasn’t home. She glanced at the clock. Less than ten minutes had passed since her last check.

She had stopped drinking after her father had gone, taken a shower, and now she was sitting in the apartment with only candlelight and soft music for company. She smiled, unable to subdue the flutter of excitement in her stomach when she thought about seeing him walk into the apartment. She went to the window, staring at the street as if she could will the scarlet-colored Corvette to appear.

Her father’s visit, and the revelations he’d shared played through her mind again. It explained why Andrew had taken Martin on as a partner in the private investigations firm that was doing extremely well due to the talented men who ran it. To his credit, Martin had tried to dissuade Daniella’s interest in him, especially given her age. She’d been seventeen when they’d met, and her father’s disapproval of her infatuation with Martin had been vehement. Persuading either of them that her teenage crush was actually soul-deep love and adoration hadn’t been easy. By the time she was twenty-one, Martin had been convinced; it had taken more months than she cared to recall to make her father understand and accept it. But, it had finally happened, and she was happier than she’d ever been in her life. Most of the time.

The glitter of soft, dancing light from the flickering candle-flames sparkled on cut crystal and drew her gaze to the bar. She decided to have another drink, even knowing it was likely to be a bad idea come morning. She poured a healthy dose of the scotch Martin preferred, and then tried to settle into an armchair. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against the plush cushion in an attempt to relax.

A single mouthful of the drink reminded her of the way it tasted on Martin’s lips. She let that image settle in her mind, smiling at the shiver that rippled through her. Martin was a stunning man, and she never tired of looking at him, or listening to him, or being in the same room with him.

He was tall, with dark brown hair, and equally dark eyes that dominated a strikingly contoured face. At forty, he was scarred emotionally and physically, but he was beauty incarnate to the woman who loved him. The image of his lean, muscular limbs, and her frequent cataloging of every gorgeous inch of him, made her tremble with longing.

She tossed back the remainder of her Scotch and slouched deeper into the chair erotic memories led her thoughts. The warmth of the liquor coursed through her, creating a flush on her skin that she knew would be visible had Martin been there to see it. She let herself be carried along on the alcohol-edged wave, and felt an undeniable rush of hungry desire when she thought about having Martin beside her in bed. The nights had been the hardest part of the separation—she’d been going to bed later and later over the past week in order to spend as few hours as possible sleeping alone.

She was still finding it difficult to believe just how much she missed him. The apartment was eerily quiet in the morning, and equally so when she came home. The evenings started driving her crazy within a few days. She was always wound up after the extended rehearsals, but that excess energy generally found an outlet in Martin’s arms.

Daniella abruptly cut off that train of thought by getting up to fix another drink, this time making it considerably larger than the previous one. A slow stroll back to the window revealed only darkness and an empty street below. It had rained earlier, and the scattered puddles created sporadic mirrors and reflected back the glare of streetlights and passing car headlights. An absent glance at her watch didn’t offer her any reassurance—he was nearly an hour late now. She forced down the threat of panic that wanted to blossom into a full-fledged fear and told herself that he was all right. His identity was protected and all precautions had been taken to ensure his safety. With her father in charge of that, she had no doubts at all about the quality of the security surrounding Fowler at all times.

Uncomfortable at the window, Daniella spun on her heel and dropped into the armchair again. About halfway to the bottom of this drink, memory steered her thoughts inexorably back to the bedroom she shared with Martin. The tension knotting her muscles was as much sexual as it was concern for his unexplained lateness, and the sudden ache between her thighs was more than enough to awaken her entire body with anticipation. Another gulp and the second Scotch was gone.

Daniella was beginning to feel a bit more relaxed again now that alcohol was dulling her perception but there was still an edge of panic lingering within her. She couldn’t help wondering if something had happened to Martin; he was never hours late without calling—a habit he was slowly drilling into Daniella as well. She looked at the glass in her hand, debating whether to refill it a third time. It was now almost three o’clock, and she decided to have the drink then go to bed—alone. She couldn’t suppress the flare of anger that shot through her at the prospect of another night in the huge bed without Martin. In her heart, she knew nothing serious had delayed him, which meant he simply hadn’t bothered to call.

Twenty minutes and a third drink later; Daniella was staring at the empty glass again. Her head felt pleasantly fuzzy.

Disappointment and annoyance kept her on an emotional seesaw...

eBook: Amazon  •  Barnes & Noble

AUDIO: AmazoniTunesAudible

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Melting Her Dom’s Heart @SuzyShearer

Melting Her Dom’s Heart
by Suzy Shearer

Melting Her Dom’s Heart is book 3 in the Dark Desires series.

This series is about the secret cravings we have, the things that go on behind closed doors. Those dark desires we harbour and crave but sometimes afraid to ask for.

Each book in the series is a stand-alone so the books can be read in any order.

When Kallista Robins, 49, meets Alex Harrison, 51, she is instantly attracted to him but his obnoxious behaviour leaves her cold. 

Alex has quite a reputation—he is a great Dom but he is cold and emotionless, never letting anyone get close to him.

Nicknamed Alexander the Great by subs, he has locked his heart away and intends to keep it that way. Alex refuses to ever collar a sub or get emotionally involved and always warns the woman before he begins any relationship, even going so far to have it written into their Dom/sub contract.

But when he meets Kallie Robins his world is turned upside down. Having never been in love before, the new feelings he experiences send Alex into a tailspin.

How will Kallie be able to stay in a cold, emotionless relationship? If he can't return her love will she decide to give up on ever Melting Her Dom's Heart?

[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, HEA]
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Charles, can you bring the car around and take Miss Green home?”
Standing near his desk Alex hung up the house phone and turned back to the very attractive woman sitting in a chair near him. She looked infuriated as she stood and faced him.
She was a truly beautiful woman, but at this moment Pamela’s face was distorted and ugly. Red suffused her cheeks, and her blue eyes seemed mean as she glowered at him with such undisguised hostility. Her lips were a thin line of anger, and her nostrils flared as she glared and then spoke.
“You know what, Alex? It’s over.”
With those words she turned away from him and flounced toward the door. Puzzled, Alex leant against the edge of the desk as he watched her.
“I don’t understand,. I thought you enjoyed our playtime.”
She turned back to look at the man she’d been involved with for the past six months and shook her head.
“This isn’t about playtime. This is about us. You hold every woman at arm’s length. You don’t get emotionally involved. You know nothing about any woman you chose to sleep with. To you I’m just a sub. I don’t even think you see me as a person.”
“That’s not entirely true.”
It was as if a dam’s wall had burst, and she had no desire to contain it. Pamela took a breath and then continued her tirade.
“Hell, you wouldn’t even know what my favourite colour is or my favourite flower, and we’ve been together for over six months!” She took a step then turned back to him. “Oh, and it isn’t bloody roses!”
She actually stamped her foot in disgust. Alex wondered what she was thinking. Judging by the resentful look on her face, it wasn’t good. She stormed at him again.
“You’ve locked your heart away.” Her shrill voice echoed in the room as she screeched at him. “Alex, you don’t feel anything!”
Her continued outburst had shocked him into silence. He just stared at her in surprise, wondering where all this was coming from.
“You really don’t get it, do you,?”
“I’m sorry you’re unhappy if that’s what you mean.”
Pamela rolled her eyes as if exasperated with him. Cocking her head she went on in a more normal voice.
“I’m curious, Alex. Have you ever been tempted to collar one of your subs or even considered it?”
“Not that I understand why you want to know, but no, I haven’t and I don’t intend to.”
Infuriated she shook her head. “Of course not. Collaring a sub would mean you had to show some emotion, an attachment, some sort of affection for her. You might even have to get involved with her on a social level. Gee, there’d even be a chance you’d have to drive her home once in a while rather than getting your chauffeur to always do it.”
She turned and continued her walk to the door. Alex watched her, knowing his face was devoid of the regret he was feeling. She turned back to him, partly out the door, one hand on the doorjamb.
Here it comes, her final salvo.
“You’re a frozen bastard, Alex Harrison. You may be the best Dom I’ve ever had, but that doesn’t make up for the fact you are a cold-hearted emotionless prick!”
With that she completed her exit by slamming the door shut. Alex winced and stared at the closed door. He felt as cold as she said, his face a mask.
She looked around, trying to see someone she knew nearby to save her from Rob but no one was looking.
“I asked you first,” he complained.
“I know you did and I said I’m sorry.”
In a gravelly voice he said, “Well, will you go out with me now?”
“No, sorry.” Lucy shook her head and tried to walk past him. He put his hand against the wall, preventing her from entering the lounge area without making a scene.
“I’m trying to be nice.”
“I know you are, Rob, and I appreciate it. I’m trying to be nice too but please, you have to understand I’m just not interested.”
“I don’t want to and as I told you before I’m involved with someone.”
Once more she tried to push past. He grabbed her wrist tightly and she was frightened by his reaction. He seemed angry.
“Please let go of my arm, Rob!” she hissed softly.
“Not good enough for you, am I?”
She looked wildly around. This was getting so out of hand.
She whispered through clenched teeth. “Please let me go, Rob.”
His hand actually tightened on her wrist. Lucy managed to keep hold of her glass but most of her drink spilt onto the floor. Suddenly a sexy male voice spoke behind her then kissed her cheek. She felt two hands on her shoulders, pulling her close.
“Babe! Sorry I’m late.”
She tensed, wondering what on earth was happening and who had his arms on her. She wondered if she should scream and felt her heart pound rapidly. Rob dropped her wrist and glared up at her rescuer. Her saviour held out his hand to Rob.
“Hi, I’m Sebastian, thanks for taking care of my girl.”


She looked magnificent. Her full breasts seemed to be trying to escape the lacy bra she wore. Hard nipples in the dark areola were beckoning him. Her tiny knickers barely covered her. Her luscious well-padded curves made his mouth water.
“Remove the bra.”
She reached around her back, unclipped it, and let it slide down her arms to the floor. Those breasts were even better now they were free. If he held each one, they would still spill over. He wanted more.
“Touch them.”
She looked up at him and ran one hand across her breasts.
“Do it properly, both hands.”
She began rubbing and squeezing them. He felt his cock pushing against his pants. She closed her eyes.
“Open your eyes and look at me.”
She obeyed.
“Pull your nipples hard.” He watched her tweak the nipples between her thumb and forefinger.
He could see them grow harder and harder, the area around them pebbling. She never took her eyes from his. Huskily he whispered, “Remove your panties.”
As she bent forward to slide them down her legs, her lovely breasts swung back and forth. He wanted to touch her beautiful body. He reached out with one hand and ran his finger from her neck down to her belly button and then back up.
“Legs apart.”
She complied.
“Feel yourself. Prove to me you want this as much as I do.”
She ran one hand down between her legs and, as he watched, rubbed along her slit. She held out her finger. It glistened with her juices. Alex realised he had no condoms. There would be no way Kallie would have any either. Damn! He would have to satisfy her some other way.
“Come closer.”
“Now put one leg on the chair.”
He twisted to the side. With her glorious pussy at face level, he could see how very wet she was. He reached up with one hand and ran it along her shiny slit. He heard her swift intake and looked at her face. Flushed, Kallie was chewing on her bottom lip.
He began to rub against her clit. The tiny bead hardened in reaction. “Answer me truthfully. When did you last have a man touch you?”
“Four years ago, Sir,” she said, her voice soft and so sensual.
This was the voice that had haunted his dreams and now hearing her and seeing her naked in front of him he felt helpless. Strange feelings for her swept over him. He looked up into her gorgeous face. He nodded. She would be out of practice at playing. It would be unfair to expect her to hold orgasms or not to speak. Besides, he wanted to watch her come, wanted to see her face and hear her. He pushed one finger inside her while rubbing her clit. Her eyes widened as he began to push his finger in and out. He inserted a second and hooked it, trying to find her elusive G-spot. When he found it, he began drumming on it.
She hardened her bite on her bottom lip. He felt her muscles tighten as she tried to hold back her gathering orgasm. Pleased, he leaned forward and licked her while his fingers continued to play with her G-spot. She tasted so sweet. He sucked her clit and nipped at it. Her legs tensed and then began to shake as she tried to hold off her orgasm.
He lapped at her juices and sucked her clit. She began to wobble. He grabbed her leg with one hand and increased his assault on her clit and her pussy. He glanced up and saw her eyes were filled with tears from trying to please him. Delighted with her attempt he said, “You may come whenever you wish.”
The relief on her face was obvious. He went back to licking.
She tensed.
She moaned.
She screamed!
He grinned.
He laughed.



Angus & Robertson (Aust):
Bookworld (Aust): Bookworld

Best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books have constantly reached her publisher's Best Seller list with several reaching # 1.  Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category.
Single, all alone and fancy free Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company.
She is a Buddhist, an author, an artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. Suzy has a penchant for crazy coloured hair - pinks, purples blues even rainbowed.... it changes every month - oh yes, also a penchant for tattoos!
Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid-40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.  When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.
Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.
When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. Check out her artwork at: