Saturday, 31 January 2015

Release Blitz The Obsidian Stairway: The City of Dark Pleasures, Book I By Bibi Rizer Jan 31st @BibiRizer

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The Obsidian Stairway:
The City of Dark Pleasures,
Book I 
By Bibi Rizer
Jan 31st

Young journalist O’Mara Tanner ventures into the red light district – The City of Dark Pleasures – to report on a new sexual service that has been the subject of much gossip. But what she finds there only reminds her of all that has been lost in the dark days known as The Expiation.

Tully – handsome, attentive, and mysterious – is unlike any “servant” O’Mara has met in the Pleasures. And his extraordinary service is about to allow her to experience a level of intimacy she has only ever imagined.

Author AJ Downey described The Obsidian Stairway as: “…a dark and thrilling ride that left me breathless.”

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A few seconds pass while I listen to the low buzz of the tungsten lights and the higher pitched hum of what I assume is the machinery.

“So your service, it’s some kind of machine, right?”

“More or less. Are you ready to try it?” He lays a hand on top of mine. “You don’t need to be scared.”

“I’m not scared,” I lie. “Should I undress?”

“It’s not necessary. You can if you want to.”

I think about that for a moment. The setting is so strange and unsexy. I can’t imagine how anyone would want to undress. There isn’t even a bed. Are we going to have sex on the floor? And when will this machine appear?

“You have questions?” Tully says.

“I have the feeling you’ll say I have to experience it to fully understand.”

He smiles, leaning forward and reaching behind my chair. “I can explain it. But it’s true that your experience will be better if I don’t. Knowing too much interferes with the effect.” When he sits back, he has several wires in his hand, each terminating in a small electrode. As he speaks in a low soothing voice, he attaches the electrodes – one to each temple, one in the center of my forehead, two somewhere in my hair, and one below each ear. “I want you to know that the safe word will work, if you need it. Do you remember it?” I nod as he attaches a final electrode on the back of my neck, just below my hairline.

“Am I having electroshock therapy?” I’m joking. I hope I’m joking.

Tully smiles as he clips a heart rate monitor onto my index finger. “You won’t feel anything.”

“I won’t feel anything? Doesn’t that defeat the whole point of visiting the Pleasures?”

He laughs then, rises from his stool and turns toward the workbench. “Oh, you’ll feel something. Just not at the point of the electrodes.” He sits on another stool, in front of a chipped cathode screen, which comes to glowing green life as he types onto a clacky keyboard. “Sit back and relax. If you lean forward like that, you’re in danger of falling out of the chair.” He spins on his stool, facing me again. He has a small handheld terminal in his hands, a thick coil of wire connecting it to the equipment on the workbench. “Ready?”

I lean back into the chair, resting my head on the soft cushion. “Ready.”

He turns a knob on the handset. There’s a barely perceptible increase in the background hum as Tully stands. I watch him take one graceful step toward me, two, three and then the world goes black.

Bibi Rizer is a mom, blogger, teacher and writer living in the Pacific Northwest. While she’s been writing professionally for many years, romance and erotica are relatively new pursuits.
Bibi likes writing about strong kinky women and brave willing men living in realistic and imperfect worlds.
In her spare time Bibi sings Karaoke and hangs around on film sets with child actors. Having the firm belief that no one can be too weird or too funny, she happily admits that most of her favorite people and characters are both.

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Thursday, 22 January 2015

Book Blitz: Thin Skin Soul Pinned by Mila A. Ballentine Jan 16th - Jan 26th @MilaABallentine

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Thin Skin Soul Pinned
by Mila A. Ballentine

Jan 16th - Jan 26th

Marie Tousant was an adventurous child, living a happy life until she had an untimely encounter with an entity in her back yard. From then on, she was no longer the same child, but even so, her parents were determined to maintain some sense of normalcy in her life. Although, they soon realized that, that notion did not apply.
Years later, hunting season begins, but Marie is the prey, pursued by practitioners of the dark arts, and they do not intend to let her slip away this time. However, a conflicting power emerges and shares secrets that may save Marie from the grasp of evil. Regardless of the dangers they face, Marie’s allies are willing to protect her; it becomes clear that Marie is in for the fight of her life, and there is no telling if she will come out of this ordeal alive.

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“If nothing ever changed, there would be no butterflies.” - Author Unknown

Marie Tousant sat at the edge of the bayou, gazing intently at the surface, red tresses flowing just above the river. Her likeness, mingling with nature’s replication of the sombre stance of weeping willows, Cypress trees, and Swamp Oak draped in moss around the water’s edge. Like most children of her age, she pondered, if another world lied beneath her reflection. Straightening her back, she looked out at the other side choked with foliage, picked up a pebble, and tossed it into the liquid, forming concentric ripples that cascaded to the edge of the banks. She put her hand behind her ear, extending it outward. Her mother has once said, ‘if you listen close enough, you’ll hear the bayou call your name,’ but even when she actively listened, all that she heard was insects and birdcalls.
She’d often daydream about sailing the bayou, exploring the waterways like a carefree pirate sailing the open seas. The allure of marshlands wouldn’t appeal to most, and could only be appreciated or understood by those who truly depended on the otherwise drab outlets for sustenance. Undoubtedly, the closest she’d come to exploring, arguably the next best thing—was going fishing. On his days off, her father took her out on his boat, sunlight bathing his tapered, black hair, he’d talk about anything that came to mind and she listened intently, adding an obligatory, ‘Uh huh,’ to fill the occasional void. 
A fish tugged on the line, silencing him. He reeled it in, and as it made its debut above water, she clapped fanatically as the fish danced on the hook. A long stretch passed before the next one bit. By then, they broiled with excitement as he reeled in the line. Like most anglers, he lost a few, but it was during those opportune moments he shared a life lesson … “In life, we are all fishes on a hook, some survive, and some thrive, but most of us are destined to be meat.”
“Uh huh,” she replied without giving it much thought. Five minutes after he’d lost a big one, he reeled another in to more applause, and by then, they had more than they needed. After a few goes paddling, he let the boat laze, coasting toward the banks and moored it.
They ambled home with their catch in hand. Dan gave them to Angelique as she sat in a chair out on the back lawn, and she went to work, hands moving swiftly as she vigorously scaled the fish in a large aluminium basin. Like clockwork, once she observed the beginnings of her mother’s fish cleaning ritual, she jogged off to the other end of the yard, and looked on from afar; eyes filled with woe as scales flew, clinging to her mother’s hair and clothing. In a shorter time than it took them to catch their haul, Angelique stood and flexed her back, sending her long, wavy brown hair into a short-lived sway. She walked away from the bloody basin with a bowl of prepped fish in hand, trudged up the broad back steps leading up to the porch, and entered the back door. In a relatively short space of time, the fish were bubbling in hot oil, ejecting droplets from the frying pan, wafting an aroma outside, which is where her father relaxed in a wicker chair, waiting for his share of the spoils.
The outside wall shadowed her face as she lay on the reclined patio chair. Her earthy, hazel eyes glancing up at the clouds congregating below cruising altitude and soon, her lashes lowered, meeting as they closed, bringing her one step closer to sleep. Near her, Marie sat on the railing, looking over and down at the elongated neck of Louisiana Iris’s red petals drooping, near vascular ferns, and the white gardenias lining the edge below the raised patio. From there, a stretch of manicured lawn flowed down to the bayou’s edge, where wild shrubs took over and large trees plumed, shadowing the river.
Marie looked over her shoulder at her mother, fast asleep in the chair. She eased down from the railing, tiptoed off the porch, and hurried down to the bayou. She unlatched the rope tying the rowboat to a wooden post, climbed in, and gently pushed the boat away from the shore with the oar, finally embarking on the journey she’d long envisioned. Her bluish-green eyes took in the scenery until one of the oars slipped from her hand. She desperately reached for it, but her efforts were in vain as it drifted further and further away with each attempt. In a split second, her daring adventure turned into a stony cacophony of writhing fear.
Her shouts escalated into retched cries, echoing throughout the backyard. Angelique sprung up, “Marie?” Hearing nothing but cries, she stood up, looked around the back yard, and walked, half-heartedly, down to the bayou. Eyes widening as she saw her daughter drifting boat in their boat to the other side. “Marie!” She yelled, gasping as if she were borrowing breaths.
In the meantime, another unnerving request came from offshore. “Mommy, help!”
An hour hadn't passed, but Marie felt as though she had been out there forever. Her heart—do-si-do-ed as she set eyes on Marie drifting in the bayou. She peeled off her shoes and dove straight into the murky water

Mila A. Ballentine is a mystery writer who doesn't shy away from writing about the things that grasp the core of her imagination. Her writing is an extension of her mind’s eye and there is always elements of truth in each of her books. When, she's not writing, she enjoys traveling or doing anything that allows her to put her creative energy to use.

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Friday, 16 January 2015

Congrats on your release Ménage for the Night (For The Night #4) by C. J Fallowfield @cjfallowfield

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Ménage for the Night 

(For The Night #4)



C. J Fallowfield

Release Date Jan 16th  

For the Night Series ~ Book Four ~ Contains Adult Themes ~ Suitable for 18+ Only

My name is Logan Steele. I’m devilishly handsome, seriously ripped, well hung, charismatic and highly sexed. Women just can’t resist me. So when I lost my job in the construction industry and was struggling for cash, I decided to put my assets to good use.

By day I’m a private personal fitness trainer. By night I’m a high class gigolo.

Tell me your fantasy, I’ll fulfil it ~ So, who do you want me to be?

Ménage for the Night
Nine months had passed since the filthy night with Yasmin Taylor. Thankfully my clients in between had requested more conservative fantasies, dressing up as a cowboy, sex in an opera box, on top of a brand new Lamborghini in a city car park in daylight. Those sort of jobs I could carry out without reservation. Those jobs I was born to perform for. My next client is Ava Renshaw. Another regular, she’s the bored housewife of a successful international banker, who spends much of his time abroad, leaving her home alone and frustrated. While she loved the sessions we had, she kept telling me that she was craving more and that her fantasy was to be filled by two guys at the same time, but she was too self-conscious to go to a sex club like 710. I contacted one of my friends in the business, Trey Douglas, my go to guy for clients with an MMF fantasy. We’re about to show Ava why two sets of hands, as well as other appendages, are better than one.


The steaming novella ‘Ménage for the Night’ is part of the ‘For the Night’ series of eight standalone short reads, which fall into Amazon’s new quick hot erotic reads category. The series contains adult themes ~ Suitable only for the over 18’s.

The novellas are told in alternating points of view of Logan Steele, and his client, or clients. You can pick up any of them for a complete short burst of heat, however in order to fully enjoy Logan’s development they should be read in the sequence that they are released. Starting from October 2014, I will release one per month.

Strangers for the Night
Virgin for the Night
Filthy for the Night
Ménage for the Night
Sophisticated for the Night
Biker for the Night
Dominant for the Night
Actor for the Night

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The four installment finds Logan recuperating after his ankle incident, nine months after his Virgin For the Night scenario and yet still unable to shake her hold on him. He has taken young Trey under his wing and teams up with him for any bookings that require more than one! The dual POV from both Logan and Trey add insight into the world of being a hired escort and I found the relationship between them added a dimension to Logan. Secretly I am hoping he slowly lets Trey take the reins of his business...

The encounter between Ava; a lonely neglected rich house wife, Trey; an upcoming gigolo and Logan; a well seasoned professional is tender, thoughtful, kinky and bloody hot! As usual Logan has the art of seduction and planning finessed to a fine art. We again see another facet to Logan as he takes full advantage of his powerful connections to ensure that Ava has a chance at her own HEA. Logan is no longer a man I want in my bed but a man with a softer side that I can't wait to see more of.

Have I mentioned Trey...holy hotness that man is damn fine! This part of the series ticks all the right older lady, two fine specimens to satisfy her needs and one night of pure unadulterated pleasure... Bliss.

CJ Fallowfield has crafted yet another perfect story that continues the character development of Logan and introduces other interesting characters too. James is becoming much more intrinsic to making Logan see sense and with a swift nudge in the right direction I think Logan may have a inspired moment!

Loved every word, can't wait for the next one... 5 Logan-tastic stars.

by Emma Mistress of all Dark & Twisted

This is one hot instalment of C J Fallowfield's For The Night series: "I was completely sandwiched between two of the hottest men I'd ever seen" and boy was I envious of Logan's client this time!!!!

Book 4, Ménage For The Night, starts 9 months on from our last encounter with Logan and it's disastrous ending which resulted in Logan's ankle injury. He is back on top form and has Ava Renshaw's requests to fulfil. Ava is a long term client and is unusual in that she's genuine, caring and he actually enjoys his time with her like a friend. She's older, attractive and intelligent but a loveless, cold and distant husband has driven her to seek affection and sexual needs fulfilling via Logan and his services. She would never cheat on her husband and sees this meeting with Logan as a purely physical act, just as Logan sees it as " merely performing a sexual or companion service."

Logan brings Trey Douglas along to complete the Ménage, a blonde haired, blue eyes hunk of 21 who is an up and coming male escort that Logan is sharing his knowledge with. His pov in some scenes shows a young man wise beyond his years and a charmer that I hope C J gives us more on. When Logan, Trey and Ava come together it's seductive, passionate and intense. Imagine not one but two sets of hands, lips, tongues and .... All over you, catering to your every desire. Two males focussing all their attention on you, now multiply that by 1000 and your nearly at the hotness of those scenes!! Even Ava can't get enough " I'd experienced both men's tongues, fingers and cocks already, yet I still craved more."

This tale is more than just Logan's appointment, this book delves into his feelings via his tender words and helping of his client Ava. His reflections tell us what's running through his mind; he wants more from life but he's worried about taking the steps to achieve that. Summer is still indelibly marked on Logan and never far from his thoughts throughout this book and James, his loyal driver of many years provokes Logan into breaking his own rules!!

Once again CJ has provided the sizzling escapades of Logan ( plus Trey) and his client and the ongoing journey of self discovery that Logan is taking. Can his next night be the one to change his future forever after James' actions?? I can't wait to find out!! 
by Wendy Book Obsessed Pimpette

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as soon as I got this I stopped what I was doing or reading to start this book and I didn't put it down, hello we're talking about Logan f'in Steele.
we get to go along on another sexual escapade with Logan, but this time we are introduced to Trey, blonde hair, blue eyes, built like a sex god and hung like a horse "one particular tight girlfriend I'd been with had to have stitches, as well as carry around a rubber ring to sit on for a week, after our first time. " hello, let me wipe the drool and close my mouth.
Logan asked Trey to help make his client Ava's fantasy come true of being with two men at the same time, we could say Trey is Logan's understudy. The way they make Ava feel is amazing, I smiled the whole time and the sex, wait while I fan myself. Though all the sexy men and hot sex is great, we see how Logan is struggling with his feelings for Summer, we even see him to start letting clients go, even though he claims he's got to many, we all know it's because of summer. Logan can't get her out of his head, but she's invading his heart. This book is like two stories in one, we have the life of sexual escaped Logan and the warm and fuzzy love story we're hoping to happen Logan. I can't wait to see were this is headed.

‘Champagne?’ Logan breathed into my ear.
‘I … O God,’ I cried, as Trey bit the back of my neck. He ran his hands up to my shoulders and slipped his fingers into the material of my dress and started to work it down my arms.
‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ chuckled Logan, as he stepped away from me. I helped Trey by extracting my hands from the sleeves of my dress and shivered as his fingers skimmed over my waist and hips, as he rolled the dress further down until it slithered to the floor, leaving me standing in just my heels and underwear.
‘Ava,’ he groaned, as he flattened his palms and moved them around to clutch my stomach. ‘Do you have any idea how hard you’ve made me?’
I didn’t have a chance to say anything, as Logan stood in front of me, took a mouthful of champagne then stepped forwards, clutched my face and angled it backwards, as he lowered his mouth to mine. Our lips met and mine parted for him automatically and I felt the simultaneous invasion of his tongue and fresh, crisp bubbles that exploded in my mouth. A kiss from Logan was a wonderful thing on its own. If there were eight wonders of the world, then there should be eight sexual experiences in life that every woman had the chance to experience, I’d lay odds that Logan would take the award for most of them, starting with his kisses. I swallowed the champagne, as his tongue sensuously danced around mine with well-practiced ease. How sad was it that I could end the night happy now? From just fingers on skin and a mouth on mine putting me into such a pleasurable state? Trey’s fingers moved to undo the hooks on my bra and slid the straps off my shoulders, before he slithered it away from me and reached around to palm my aching breasts. I whimpered into Logan’s mouth, as Trey gently kneaded with his hands and lay a trail of kisses up the back of my neck, as he tucked in closer behind me. I could feel the outline of his erection against my backside, the rigidness of it was impressive and had me automatically clenching, in anticipation of having him inside me.
When Trey’s fingers started to pinch and pull on my nipples I cried out, the noise muffled by Logan’s skilled tongue in my mouth. He pulled back and sipped some more champagne, as he watched me helplessly writhing. As if they were communicating telepathically, one of Treys hands moved to palm my stomach, as Logan dipped his head and took one of my painfully swollen nipples into his mouth and started to suck. The combined chill of the alcohol and heat of his mouth was toe curlingly good. When Trey’s hand reached down and slid between my legs and gently rubbed the pearls nestled in my swollen folds, I started to tremble. Logan’s lips pulled harder, elongating my tender nipple, as Trey gently pinched the other, while his fingers continued to rub the pearls. I reached up with one hand and clutched the back of Logan’s head to keep him on me, as I pressed Trey’s hand harder between my legs, the friction on my clit was amazing. In seconds I let out a high pitched cry, as a quick short orgasm hit me and leaned back on Trey’s hard body to support myself.
‘You’re still as responsive as ever, Ava,’ Logan smiled as he straightened up.
‘She’s wet, seriously wet. These pearls are coated and I’m going to love sucking them clean,’ Trey groaned in my ear.

Other Books In the series

For the Night Series

Sophisticated for the Night 
Biker for the Night TBC
Dominant for the Night TBC
Actor for the Night TBC

The Austin Series Box Set
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 I write contemporary erotic romance, with humour, which are full of emotion and plenty of drama. I am a 44 year old female from the United Kingdom and live in the wonderful countryside of Wales, surrounded by rolling hills, trees and fields full of sheep and cows. Writing aids include chocolate, Ben & Jerry’s and copious amounts of coffee, wine or cider.

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