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Dakota Trace Brings the Heat for Christmas

Dear Readers,

Please welcome Dakota Trace. She will be talking about her new release: Her Naughty Boy, a BDSM Christmas romance.

Her Naughty Boy200Her Naughty Boy sounds enticing from the teaser on your website. Tell us about the story’s premise.

In a nutshell, this story is about two childhood friends that should know everything about one another, but don’t. Well at least not until the hero, Kyle happens to overhear Lily talking to another friend about her wild night before where she dominated the crap out of some lucky man. This taps into a side of Kyle that he’s never shared with Lily or anyone else after one disastrous attempt back in college.  But once he overhears about Lily’s exploits, he decides that for Christmas all he wants is her domination and he’s not above shedding his good boy image to accomplish his goal.

In the end, it’s a pretty wild ride that includes an unexpected trip to the Velvet Fist, a very public spanking, exposing wounded souls and eventually seeing if they can make the transition from friends to Domme/sub in a Christmas tale sure to singe your stockings.

How long have you been writing erotic romance, and why did you start writing?

It’s hard to believe but I’ve been writing erotic romance for nearly six years. When I first started writing it was under protest. (I’m dyslexic and back in the early eighties there wasn’t the technology that there is now, so I got to spend hours at the table with my dad practicing my writing.) But as a young adult I fell in love with creative writing and took every class I could on it. However the reason, I navigated toward erotic romance was my love affair with Harlequin Blaze and Silhouette Desire novels. I loved the romance, but couldn’t live without the steam those books offered.  So one day, short of funds, I sat down and wrote my own….and as they say the rest is history.  Writing is now my escape from my normal band mom reality.

BDSM is the general theme this month. Why do you love writing BDSM?

Oh, Lord.  Where do I start? I love the genre as a whole. I love stories with strong men and women. And yes, I do believe submissives are strong. After all it takes a strong woman or man to give up control to their Dom/me. Sorry. *gets off soapbox* It’s probably the main reason I write in the genre.  There’s something intriguing to me about the power exchange – whether it’s just for a scene or if it happens to be a 24/7 Total Power Exchange. I love to craft stories that show couples that show the deeper connection that the lifestyle brings out. Of course it does help that there are yummy toys in BDSM. After all what girl doesn’t love ropes, paddles or floggers? Oh can’t forget to throw in clamps or a spanking bench either.   LOL

Your female characters are often the domes, which is a “nontraditional” view. What led you to creating these intriguing heroines?

I seem to have navigated toward Dommes as of late. LOL. I blame that on two things: One, I have a tendency to want to write plots that aren’t necessarily the norm. And two:  Earlier this year I read Ann Mayburn’s book, Still, and absolutely fell in love. That book reminded me that there are a lot of strong women out there, and even stronger men that enjoy submitting to a woman.  I even enjoyed how her heroine dealt with the touchy subject of PTSD.  It was so well written so well that I cried even as I rooted for Michelle and Wyatt to make it work.

It made me want to try to write a book like it – and no I don’t mean plagiarism. I wanted to pen a tale that had that same something that Ann put in her book that made it an emotionally strong book. I wanted to show the connection a FemDom has with the lucky sub who gives over to her.  Lucky for me, FemDom isn’t a totally new idea for me. Long before I read Ann’s book, I penned two novels in my Doms of Chicago series that featured Mistress Olivia, the owner of the BDSM club and her two submissives Jude and Micah.  But after reading Still, I got bit by the bug again to tell another Domme story, which was the spur for me to sit down and write Her Naughty Boy.


Watching the male strapped to the wooden contraption beg for leniency from the woman he wanted had Kyle clenching his fists. Lily seemed to be in her zone. It was a side he’d never fully seen. Sure parts of it seeped through at work as she played the smart-assed Rocking Lilith, but it was never like it was here. The total command, domination in her tone was unforgiving as she tormented the sub with her words. From where he stood next to Maureen, her voice was muffled. He wasn’t sure what she was exactly saying, but when she held up something shiny, the submissive moaned loudly. He glanced to Maureen for confirmation.

“A cock ring, Kyle.” She winked at him. “You know what one of those is, don’t you?” She leaned against the support beam next to the one-way mirror.

He gritted his teeth. A cock ring? She was going to put such a torture device on the poor man? The idea seemed cruel, but at the same time it intrigued him. He knew in theory what the ring was supposed to do. He just couldn’t imagine willingly letting a woman place one around his cock. Or to control his pleasure in such a base way, because there was no coming with a cock ring on – none.

“Well you better get used to the idea of seeing them.” She darted a glance at him as Lily moved to the far side of the cross, her hands obviously loosening and unzipping the submissive’s leather pants, if the sudden loose fit of them against his ass was any indication. “And wearing one of them, Mistress Banner controls every iota of her sub’s pleasure and pain.”

“Damn.” He exhaled sharply, his eyes focused on the unfolding scene in front of him. The restrained man arched towards Lily, and even through the glass he could hear the long moan that escaped the submissive as she slid the ring into place. The bite in her tone was clear even on the other side of the glass. She was reprimanding the sub, possibly telling him how she’d warm his ass if he tried such a stunt again. She would touch him at her leisure, not his.

Kyle’s nuts pulled up in warning. He gripped the ledge in front of the mirror. He needed to get control of himself, before he did something incredibly stupid – like barge into the room and demand she touch him – punish him if that was what she needed. “Son of a bitch…”


“A bit more than you expected when you came to me, right?” Maureen seemed resigned. “This is the reality of her world. If a submissive can’t control his need to come, then she’ll do it for him. Hence the cock ring.”

“Demanding little thing…” He shook his head. But then he’d always know Lily had an evil streak a mile wide. She loved to tease, to push the boundaries even as a child. It shouldn’t be a surprise she still did as an adult.

“Of course, she is. But don’t let what you see on the surface fool you. There’s more than deviousness in her. She can be generous if she feels it is warranted. If a submissive gives everything he has, but needs to feel the lash across his back to center himself once more, she’ll wear her arm out until he’s achieved sub-space.”

His utter shock must’ve shown because she gave him a soft smile. “There are many facets to a dominant, Kyle. They can be stern, harsh, even sadistic, but at the same time want to reward the submissive in their care. And in Mistress Banner’s case, whether it’s for her submissive’s benefit or her own, she enjoys toying with them, using their bodies – pushing their boundaries in ways they’d never imagined.” She pushed away from the wall. “That’s why I am so leery to help you. Can you honestly tell me you’re submissive enough to handle what she can dish out?” She nodded toward the mirror, drawing his attention back to Lily and her submissive. He jumped when the flash of the whip caught his eye as she brought it down on the man’s back. A pleasure-filled moan shook him to the core.

“Holy shit…she’s actually whipping him.” He swayed on the balls of his feet as all the blood in his head vacated – rushing south to fill his cock until he was hard and desperate for release. Who’d have thought seeing such a thing would give a result like this? What the hell was wrong with him?


Now, if you want a copy of Her Naughty Boy, leave a comment below…and you just might win!



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BDSM for the Holidays

Dear Readers,

santa dude

During the next six weeks, the following authors will be bringing stories, excerpts, and giveaways to this site. Please comment on their posts–each will be posting for a week–to have your chance to win.

Visiting Authors: Dakota Trace, Lori Toland, Cassandra Gold, Whitley Gray, Dawn Flemington, Draven St. James, and A. E. Lawless

Join us starting this Wednesday, November 13 as we add some spice to the holidays!



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Blood Sworn: Salva Me

Dear Readers,

Let me introduce you to Autumn Montague and her epic vampire novel, Salva Me.

Here’s her unofficial blurb:

“A madman haunts the south of England. As Jeremy Colbourne and his blood-host Morgan seek a way to stop the carnage, they are forced into a desperate choice that binds them together physically, but may drive their hearts apart.”

Salva Me

Unedited Excerpt:

“You are as unyielding as ever, Holland.”


“Only in one matter, my lord. Is there someone near at hand for—after?”


A sad chuckle answered him. “Yes. My guest waits in my chambers.” Colbourne’s hand grazed Morgan’s neck, sliding sensuously along his throat. “Are you ready, Hostia Aeternus?”


The change in Colbourne’s voice indicated the time had come. Morgan looked at his master, seeing the reddened eyes, the widened pupils. A surge of desire flooded him, and he suppressed the unnatural lust. Still, the yearning to yield and be everything his master asked of him almost overpowered his sense.


Colbourne’s tongue touched his neck. Morgan shuddered, unable to prevent the involuntary reaction.


“I am hungry.” His master’s hot breath accompanied the words, while bared fangs grazed Morgan’s skin. “So hungry.”


The shivers increased tenfold. Morgan felt his control slipping and struggled to hold on to it long enough to complete the Contract. “Then please feed, my lord.” His voice had grown husky as anticipatory tremors took hold of him.


Another caress of Colbourne’s rough tongue drew an exquisite shudder. Such an intimate act, followed by an even more intimate one as the piercing bite of sharp fangs penetrated his neck and withdrew. Hot lips formed a seal around the twin wounds, and Morgan felt his groin tighten with the intense sensation of his master drawing deeply of the crimson flow.


It shouldn’t be this way, Morgan’s hazed brain insisted. Despite this, the lust bubbling up was the same as always, driving him to the brink of madness as he fought the desire. Every time he offered his blood, the yearning to succumb, to yield more than he gave—every time, it grew stronger. He wanted what he denied Lord Colbourne, wanted the carnal touch the Church deemed sinful, longed for what the courts condemned with death.


He shuddered at the strengthening draw, fighting the spiraling temptation. The ache in his loins increased with every passing minute, inflamed by the chemicals hidden within the nosferii fangs. His stomach tightened against the feeling as he strove to suppress the exhilaration racing through him, starting with the fanged kiss at his neck.


Morgan shivered as Colbourne laid a hand between his thighs, stroking him, caressing the erection he couldn’t suppress. A groan escaped Morgan as the pleasure increased tenfold.


In a flash, he found himself pinned against the futon. He jerked at the feel of Colbourne’s hand fumbling with the buttons of his breeches. Heat flooded him, running straight from the hot contact to the ecstatic draw of blood from his neck. Hot, shaking with need, he pressed himself against that warm palm, his mind a blaze of passion. Colbourne moaned into Morgan’s neck, sucking harder.


“Touch me…touch me please, Morgan.”


The words slipped into his mind, jarring him from his lust. He shoved hard at the man above him, desperately building a wall in front of the invading thought.


“Get out of my mind!” Frantic, Morgan lunged upward, thrusting Colbourne away from him and wincing at the sudden, tearing sting at his neck. He stumbled forward, pressing his hands to the wounds, attempting to stanch the flow of blood.


He didn’t finish feeding, a portion of his mind whispered. He didn’t finish, and now I’m going to bleed to death.


“Makoto!” Colbourne’s panicked voice beat on Morgan’s ears with the force of a drum. “Makoto! Tasukete!”

Footsteps drummed across the floor as Colbourne’s retainer responded. The room started fading at the edges, and Morgan blinked at the bedding wound about his feet. Arms like steel trapped him, holding him up but keeping him hostage.


“You damn idiot!” Despite the angry hiss of the words, Colbourne’s voice shook. “Hold still.”


Morgan struggled against the iron grip holding him fast, while his hands were wrenched away from his neck. Colbourne’s unyielding grip held his head as the vampire leaned in to bite a second time. The pain shattered the last wall of Morgan’s consciousness, blackness overtaking him at the penetrating sting of his master’s fangs.


Welcome, Autumn Montague! Tell us about Salva Me, the first book in the Blood Sworn series.  What is it about, and when does it come out?


Thanks for the welcome! I’m really glad to be here, and I’m so excited to tell everyone about my upcoming release.


Salva Me is the first book of Blood Sworn, a m/m vampire series set in the early 1800’s. This first book is set in Regency England, and is currently scheduled for release on October 29, just before Halloween. It features a vampire noble and his blood-host in their hunt for a nosferatu, a rogue vampire, but the story comes with a few little twists.


I wanted to write about vampires, who are always sexy, but I didn’t want to use the standard undead paranormal beings. I also wanted to incorporate a something Japanese, because I’m a major Japanophile. So I went in a new direction. Instead of the normal undead creatures of the night, my vampires are living human variants, hiding in plain sight among ordinary humans. And I gave one of my heroes a Japanese background. Here’s the unofficial blurb:


A madman haunts the south of England, and Jeremy Takeshi Colbourne must hunt and kill the monster leaving savaged corpses like trash along the roads. One of the foremost vampire nobles in England, it is Jeremy’s sworn duty to catch the nosferatu and ensure the safety of all English lives, human or vampire.


More importantly, he must find a way to capture the heart of the man he has grown to love. Morgan Holland has denied Jeremy for more than a decade, despite the searing attraction they both feel. But when Morgan’s daughter falls prey to the madman, Jeremy faces an awful choice: to let the girl die, or bind Morgan to him and sacrifice any hope of love.


Morgan has lived the past dozen years as blood-host to the Baron of Colbourne, a nobleman of British and Japanese aristocracy. He has kept his master’s affections at bay, unwilling to dare such an intimate relationship with another man. With his daughter’s life at risk, he must decide: maintain his dignity and lose his daughter, or succumb to the pleasures of a vampire’s embrace.


Meanwhile, the nosferatu still hunts. And this time Morgan Holland is his chosen prey.


How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing all my life; it’s a passion for me. But I’ve only been writing m/m romance for about two years, I guess. Salva Me is my first GLBTQQ romance. If you’re familiar with Latin, then you know the title means “Save Me”, and has multiple meanings in the story.


How did you decide to write m/m romance?

Several things directed my writing in this direction, but my friend and host Emily Carrington was the first person to encourage me in this new genre. I enjoy reading GLBTQQ romance, along with yaoi manga, (Japanese boys’ love comics), and thought I would give it a try. I really enjoyed writing Salva Me, and I’m looking forward to writing the next book in the series, Dies Irae.


You can find Blood Sworn: Salva Me at

Autumn Montague

Dangerous passions, uninhibited love

Salva Me-Coming October 2013 from Loose

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Heartwood Reviewed on Amazon

Dear Readers,

The following review was written on Amazon by Matthew: “Just the right mix of romance, suspense, humor, and naughty. Both characters come from some areas of damaged pasts, but also have just the right strengths to help out each other. Just the right length too!”

I loved seeing this. It truly made my day, and will make it easier for me to work on my next book. In case you want to see the actual review instead of a copy, here it is:



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Old Romance Standards (Are Still the Best)

Dear Readers,

While working on my most recent book, a combination Christmas and “don’t ask, don’t tell” series of stories, I took a break and rediscovered a blues/ballad singing style that’s always intrigued me. The lyrics in this particular version are either disturbing or funny, depending on how well you know the Batman universe. I enjoyed them.

But this link started me thinking. How many “standard” romance songs or stories do we take for granted today? Just a question to tickle your brain.



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A Musical :-) For Your Tuesday

Dear Readers,

I didn’t create this, but it certainly is a great variation on a theme. There’s a beauty to this sort of YouTube video that reminds me of poetry.

(If the link doesn’t work when you click on it–as happened to me the first time–please try the old cut and paste.)

Be good to each other.


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On a Lighter (musical) Note

Dear Readers,

Just as a passing question: have you ever noticed that the “bad guys” in movies, musicals, and operas have the best songs? Here is “A Little Priest” from Sweeney Todd.

(Quick disclaimer: I’m not selling this clip. I found it on YouTube and I absolutely love Angela Landsbury, which is how I found the clip in the first place.)

A Little Priest

Smile. The world is dark, but there will be light if we work for it.


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Sweeney Todd: A Lesson for Now

Dear Readers,

Revenge begets revenge. Simple. Frightening.

Applied to today’s foreign policy, I have a single word: Egypt.

Applied to today’s American society, I think of the kids I used to teach, the ones who say they have to finish what others start. That mentality terrifies me.

Martin Luther King, Jr. said, “We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.”

He also said, “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

Be good to each other.


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Creepy On So Many Levels

Dear Readers,

Recently, I rediscovered the musical Sweeney Todd. The music has revived my sense of the macabre, and I wanted to share a few of my favorite lines:

“Johanna, I treasured you in innocence…” sung by the judge who will decide to marry the girl he’s been raising in his house since she was a baby

“Shepherd’s pie peppered with actual shepherd on top” Mrs. Lovitt (apologies for any character name spelling mistakes) talking about grinding up bodies for her meat pies

“There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful, and she was virtuous, and he was…naive.” The whole show turns on this single concept.

I have been living with Sweeney Todd for weeks. I’ll be writing more about this frightening show soon.