MASKED DESIRES has been revamped with a new cover and new content.
When Abigail Clark agrees to join her best friend on a getaway to New Orleans, she has no idea what’s in store for her. After her friend coaxes her into attending a Masquerade Ball, Abigail finds herself stuck in an awkward situation. However, she is delightfully caught off guard when Daniel Lérue, a gorgeous, younger man shows interest in her.
He offers her a night filled with unforgettable passion. With that, he awakens a sexual appetite that has been dormant for quite some time.
Will she shy away from her body’s masked desires or surrender to the call of untamed lust?
Masked Desires will be available for your Kindle and Nook on June 27th! Stay tuned for erotic excerpts and announcements for the launch party. 😉
Also from the Carnal Diaries Series, check out Rock Star Lover!
Happy Hump Day, folks! Today, I’d like to shine the spotlight on my friend and fellow interracial romance author, Serenity King!
Take a peek at her new release, Simply Pleasures.
A defense attorney working for Cameron, Cameron & LaSalle, P.C., Alisha Carrington, hasn’t dated anyone since she was betrayed by her fiancé. Too afraid to risk her heart again, she has vowed to dedicate her life to building her career. Unbeknownst to Alisha, she has caught the eye of two very powerful men, Tristan Cameron and James Langston.
Tristan is more than a drop-dead gorgeous attorney. Undercover for the FBI, he has been using his family’s law practice in Atlanta as his front. Although he loves women, his undercover work is just too dangerous for him to commit to one woman. Summoned to New York by his brother, Tristan comes face-to-face with the one woman who can make him rethink his vows against commitment—Alisha. He’s tried to resist his attraction to the sexy African-American for years, but when Alisha’s life is threatened, he vows to keep her safe…and the powers-that-be help them both.
Tristan noticed the ebony beauty as soon as she opened the door. He sucked in his breath in admiration. He had noticed Alisha every time he had come into the New York office, but he had kept his distance. She was another reason he stayed away. He knew that she had no idea of his interest in her, and he wanted it to remain that way. Anyway, it seemed that whenever he came within a few feet of the lady, she would turn and go in the opposite direction. His brother, knowing him as well as he did, had evidently picked up on his interest in Alisha. So that’s her name—and she’s single, apparently. He’d never known her name. Had never bothered to find out. Just knew that he’d had a strong physical attraction to her. Up close, she was even prettier than he’d originally thought.
Maybe New York isn’t so bad after all. Tristan heard her speak and was floored. Her smoky voice turned him on. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her. He could feel Brandon staring him and couldn’t care less. Well, Damn! Tristan thought, surreptitiously looking at her in admiration.
There she was in the office of the partners, standing tall with her head up like she didn’t have a care in the world. Most people, when called to one of their offices, were scared shitless that they had done something wrong, but not Ms. Alisha Carrington. In fact, she looked mad as hell that he was gawking at her openly.
He knew he should stop, but she was even more beautiful up close. Tristan loved the fact that she appeared to have some fire to her, too.
* * *
Alisha said, “Hello David…Mr. Cameron.”
“How are you, Alisha?” David said.
“I’m fine. You?” She was starting to feel uncomfortable and self-conscious under Tristan’s scrutiny, and a little irate, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit flattered and turned on at the same time. Resolutely, she turned and looked at Brandon, “Hello, Brandon. Betty said you wanted to see me?”
“Uh, yes, Alisha. Thank you for seeing me on such short notice. Have a seat,” Brandon said, motioning for her to take the unoccupied seat next to David.
Available at: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00JAQXTN0
Happy Hump Day, folks!
I have to say I absolutely love this drawing!
Takeia was already incredibly talented when I met her, but during the years I’ve known her, I have watched her skills grow at an amazing rate. In this drawing, she has managed to embody Demetri’s dark beauty and strength, as well as Rayne’s powerful curves, and hidden wickedness. This drawing also displays their unrelenting passion for each other, which screams from the pages of the book.
Teaser from the Dragon Queen Series
Demetri wrapped his arms around her, palmed a breast and swayed his hips to her sultry rhythm. As her rapid heartbeat set pace with his, her body stuttered against his joined sensual assault. His aching shaft pulsated intensely between her thighs. Harsh growls rumbled within his chest as her skillful fingers and fiery sex massaged him toward eruption.
The need to bite her grew unbearable, especially while she was baring her throat to him. He raked a fang across her jugular, caressing her mind with the images of him sinking his incisors deep into her flesh and thrusting his hardened cock into her hot wet pussy.
After Takeia completed this drawing, my boy, the color master, Kyle Chaney came along and made a drawing that was already stunning even lovelier. I know. It’s difficult to look away from. I’ve been staring at it for the last 15 minutes. 😉 Fiyah!
Kyle and Takeia are wonderful souls and great inspirations in my life. I love them both dearly and I honestly can’t imagine my life without them. I would like to thank them both for sharing their talents with me! I look forward to working with them again on the Dragon Queen project.
Hello, my lovelies. Happy Hump Day!
Today, I want to step into the world of submission. The wonderful thing about being a Dom is manipulating the power of mental foreplay. As many of you already know, or I hope you know, the brain is the strongest sexual organ there is. Once you captivate the mind, the body automatically falls into the seduction.
This passage I’m about to share with you was brought to my attention by a fellow Tumblr blogger. I read it with an open mind and when I got to the end of it, I was beyond hot and bothered. *blush* This Dom knows how to manipulate the mind, leaving his submissive wallowing in needy anticipation. This is probably one of the sexiest passages I have ever read. I’m not sure who wrote it. I wish I knew because I would commend them on their seductive methods.
For The Love of a Submissive
One of the great joys I experience as a Dom is the ability to control the tempo and intensity with which my submissive’s imagination travels and at what point her anticipation overwhelms her, sending her spiraling into a mental and emotional orgasm long before the physical ones ever manifests themselves.
Mental foreplay long precedes the physical as our respective roles are established and positions cemented. This may involve low soft talk and the subtle giving of direction in both sexual and non-sexual contexts. One of my favorite methods is to quietly ask provoking and embarrassing questions or give soft subtle commands that elicit responses clearly delineating our positions; my dominance, your submission.
In a restaurant for example, I may ask the server if he thinks you look hot in your new evening dress. Naturally he will agree to which I may “suggest” that you stand up and show it to him, commending you to turn around and let him see the back while I comment on how it makes your ass look completely irresistible. Naturally, ever the gentleman, I would then thank you and hold your chair as your return to your seat.
I may ask you softly if you are wearing panties under your dress (you should know better) and if so suggest that you excuse yourself to the ladies room to remove them. Naturally I will insist that you hand them to me (over the table) when you return to your seat making sure that others can see the transaction. In a low husky voice I may ask if it worries you that you might leave a spot on your new dress since you will be soaked knowing that I intend to blindfold you when we return to the room and slowly tease you into a frenzy, depriving you of your orgasms for hours as I turn your entire body into my playground. I may ask if it worries you that you that I may command you to please yourself, right here in the restaurant, under the table while I watch the expressions on your face. I may tell you that if you fail to reach an orgasm right here at the table, I will be forced to take you over my lap and alternately spank and finger you relentlessly to painful orgasm after painful orgasm back in the room.
Then, having set your mind reeling with a combination of dread and anticipation, I may do none of it at all; suggesting only that you finish your dinner, leaving you wondering what might be coming next and when.
By now, if you are not wet and mentally squirming with anticipation, I have sorely misjudged you. But then, I know you well…I know how to press your buttons.
Back in the room, you are all aflame and desirous and eager to be taken. But not so fast. First, the blindfold. I have you present yourself to me on the bed, head down, ass up. I move around the room making small noises, leaving you to wonder what is going to happen next, when, where, and how. Now is the time when I can truly set your mind whirling in spasms of anticipation. I may brush back a whisp of hair from your face, the smallest touch magnified to outrageous intensity in your heightened state of sight-deprived arousal and awareness. I may trace a fingertip down your spine to your tail bone, leaving a trail of fire and cold shivers in its wake. I may slowly lift the hem of your dress, dragging the fabric tantilyzingly over your bare ass until it rests upon your back, leaving you exposed to my sight and whim. I may make you wait like that for a long, long time as I just sit back taking in the glorious submissive sight of you.
But when the first touch comes. No matter where it is or what its intensity. You melt. All of the pent up anticipation releases like a raging river from a bursting dam. Whatever tiny shards of self-will that might have remained abandon you. You are mine. Given. Taken. Owned.
This is the nature of the mental foreplay of which I speak and so enjoy as your Dom. This absolute control without the need for restraint. You submit utterly and completely to my will and in so doing grant me absolute power over your heart and mind; long before I ever touch your body.
This is the essence of D/s. This is the essence of us.
Caption © For The Love of a Submissive, 2012