Monday, 28 October 2019

Blue Monday: Lea Bronsen guests

Mondays are days on which I post a sexy excerpt for your entertainment!

Today's guest publication is a little different for this blog, because
Lea Bronsen's new book Carnivora Part 1 is not not erotica or even romance but a dark thriller - though it does contain sizzling sex, as she explains here and demonstrates below:

"I’ve always been fascinated by dark psychological thrillers that mess with your mind and keep you on the edge of your seat. I toyed with the genre writing my debut novel Wild Hearted, but labeled it a crime drama. Its sequel, Carnivora, evolved over six years to become a full-blown hold-your-breath thriller that deals with grave issues such as kidnapping, child sex trafficking, and self-harm.

Telling five parallel stories with as many voices, it gives you the perspectives of a police informant, a hunted gangster, a mad avenger, an inconsolable girlfriend, and a psychotic kidnapper. I pull no punches weaving these stories, so be prepared for a dark, gritty, and graphic read – a little dirty on the erotic side – that I hope will play with your strings and stick with you for a long time."

Fight evil with evil.

Crime lord Tomor is serving a life sentence behind bars. Without warning, he’s abducted by mysterious men. A sick manhunt is on, with people around him dying like flies. He will need all his street flair and gangster skills to prevent his loved ones from ending up on the death list.

Luz grieves the loss of her lover while striving to take care of their baby. The last thing she needs is to fall for the new neighbor.

A year after he betrayed his adoptive father and sent him to jail, David is slowly rebuilding his life. Then everything falls apart again: he learns that Tomor has escaped, and his police connections lead him to a child sex trafficking ring involving cold, powerful men.

The cops are in over their heads with “Project Carnivora” … Perhaps the only one who can help bust the pedophile predators is an equally vicious devil: Tomor, the country’s most hunted criminal.

I ask, “How much does your husband have left in jail?”

“Four years, now. Means he’ll be out in two. That’s such a long time. I miss him every damn day.” With a deep sigh, the axe woman pauses and keeps her fork in the air as if searching for words.

“I understand.”

“He’s always good to me. Treats me well, you know. Nicely.” She clears her throat. “Makes me feel good.”


Oppressive silence.

Outside, happy birds chirp away, celebrating the end of the rain.

She puts her fork down and clenches her fists. Her large chest heaves, making soft waves of gray hair move around her shoulders.

I breathe slowly, too, and wait for the punch line.

She throws me a look, hooded eyes speaking of forbidden things. “You know what I’m talkin’ about?”

I’m not sure how to react. Just hold her gaze.

“You know what it’s like to be lonely,” she whispers.

I do.

She stands, circles the table, pushes my plate away, and places her legs on either side of mine. With a quick hand gesture, her flannel shirt opens, displaying huge hanging breasts. The smell of hot sweat floats between us, but instead of hindering my attraction, the scent intoxicates me. I’m unable to put my eyes anywhere but on these full, tempting tits. How can a poor bastard locked up for a year without a female resist?

My cock stirs. I know what that means.

With a deep intake of breath, I push my chair back and stand in front of her. Can’t meet her eyes ‘cause I’m afraid they’ll tell me she’s compensating for the loss of her husband. Don’t want grief mixed into whatever is happening. Just like I don’t want Luz mixed into it, either. This has nothing to do with her. What’s going on now is purely mechanical.

I reach out and fill my palms with warm, soft boobs. Fuuuuck, it’s been so long. I love feminine skin. With my thumbs and index fingers, I roll and squeeze the protruding nipples.

She gasps and throws her head back. My cock stiffens and presses against the zipper. Can’t help it, I’m in need. My hips shoot forward, into hers, and push her ass toward the table. The cutlery rolls to a side.

Breath hitching, she places her hands behind her. I can only imagine the hot wetness of her cunt, dripping with lust. Gets me even harder. I have no feelings for that woman, but I’m gonna need to bury myself inside her soon, very soon. I close my eyes and knead her generous, tender tits in my palms, making her mew.

She moves her hands to my pants and unzips me. My blood pulses faster. She grabs my length, pulls it out between us, and with expert fingers strokes all the way from the balls and up. Violent heat rushes through me. I laugh. This situation is un-fucking-believable and delicious at the same time. When she massages the tip, I groan loud, seeing stars behind my closed eyelids.

“I love cock,” she moans. “I haven’t had cock in years.”

Well, you’re gonna get what you’re gonna get.

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Lea Bronsen
likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After a deep dive on the unforgiving world of gangsters with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between romantic suspenses, dark erotic romances, and crime thrillers.

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Monday, 21 October 2019

Blue Monday: Kryssie Fortune guests

Mondays are days on which I post a sexy excerpt for your entertainment!

Today's guest author is Kryssie Fortune, with an excerpt from her spanking new historical, The Viscount's Pet:

When her brother tries to force her into a marriage with a detestable baron, Julianna Halstead flees the family estate she has helped manage since the death of her parents. But as she makes her escape late at night, Juliana’s carelessness nearly results in her being trampled by a galloping horse, and the steed’s handsome rider takes it upon himself to correct her right then and there.

Though having her bottom bared and soundly spanked on the side of the road leaves Juliana blushing crimson, the punishment arouses her intensely and her body’s helpless response cannot be hidden. To make matters worse, the gentleman over whose lap she was so firmly chastised turns out to be none other than Viscount Stonehurst, someone she has known since childhood.

When Stonehurst learns of Juliana’s predicament, he decides to make her his bride. She will be no ordinary wife, however. She will be something much more shameful. But even as she is leashed, collared, and put on display in a cage wearing only a tail, then brought out to be used in ways no proper lady should enjoy, will Juliana come to love her new life as the viscount’s pet?

Letting him plug her darkest entrance still felt scandalous and taboo. Her submissive side found it raw and erotic, so primal it was intoxicating. Wearing her tail helped her sink into pet space and freed her from any concerns and inhibitions.

Stonehurst stood with his back to the window, silhouetted by the light. He turned stern and commanding—her master in every sense. “Do you trust me never to hurt you or push you too far?”

“Of course,” she answered instantly.

He passed her a small wooden box. “Take a look at this, puss.”

Puzzled, she lifted the lid and pulled out a bundle of leather straps with buckle fastenings at each end. A ball with fine whiskers attached hung in the middle. Uncertain, she ran her fingers over it.

She hardly spoke when in feline mode, just mewled or purred as she wound between her beloved master’s ankles. She wasn’t sure about wearing a gag, but her cunny tingled at the thought. “You want to silence me?”

Part of her wanted to back off in horror, but if she was honest, she loved it.

Stonehurst kissed the tip of her nose. “Think about it for as long as you like, sweetheart. The decision is always yours.”

Reassured, she dropped to her knees and crawled to her cage. Pausing in the doorway, she gave her derriere a sassy wiggle. His hungry groan made her feel feminine and flirty.

Their evenings were unusual and naughty, but she thought them perfect. She held the ball to her lips and licked it. It didn’t taste of sour glue or even of chemicals, so she slipped it into her mouth to test it.

She felt more vulnerable than ever, but Stonehurst would never hurt her. Her jaw might ache if they used it too long, though. Next, she pulled the straps around her head. It wouldn’t be too tight, and her feline side loved her spider-thin whiskers.

Taking it from her lips, she emerged from her refuge and rubbed against Stonehurst’s calves. He stroked her hair. “Has my sweet little kitten decided? No pressure, puss, do what seems right.”

She blinked as she looked up at him then nodded.

“Good girl,” he approved, “but if you hate it, remove it. Although, in here, I like my kitty having whiskers.”

With a swish of her hips that waggled her tail, she sat on her haunches and sucked the ball back into her mouth. She sank to all fours, her head lowered for him to fasten the buckle. Pawing at her face, she gave a contented purr. She’d never been more cat.

He hooked a leash into a metal loop stitched into her collar. “Cats use their whiskers to sense their surroundings. I can help with that.”

He pulled off his cravat and folded it into a makeshift blindfold, and fastened it around her eyes. The darkness disoriented her.

He tickled behind her ear. “Show me what a well-behaved kitty you are. Let’s take a stroll. Try to stay close to my legs, but I’ll spank you if you trip me.”

Rubbing against him, she trailed her whiskers against his breeches. She concentrated on every sound, determined to please him. He must have brought the riding crop from Grace Street over with their sex toys. He guided her around the room by planting a series of light slaps to her thigh.

After a couple of circuits, he removed the blindfold. “Well done, puss.”

His praise delighted her. As a reward, he teased her by dangling a long piece of fur over her head. She liked that when she batted it, the bell on her collar rang.

After a while, he changed tactics, dragging it along the carpet. She pounced like a lioness. Her new bell tinkled as she caught it with her first leap.

He rubbed her cheek. “I think your reactions have got faster. Give it back and I’ll beat you next time.”

Her inner animal snarled, and she hugged the trophy two-handed to her chest. She’d won it, and her
wildcat side intended to keep it, even if he spanked her for it. Maybe she wanted his palm beating on her posterior and the intense orgasms that followed.

When he tried to take it, she growled, wiggled her hips in mock attack mode, and slapped his arm.

He gave her behind a sharp smack. “Bad kitten. Behave or your master will spank you in earnest.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she twined about his legs like a she-cat in heat, but she refused to relinquish her prize.

He swooped without warning, grabbed her by the waist, and hauled her across to the sofa. When he sat, he draped her over her knee. She jiggled her hips, all sass and sensual invitation.

“Twenty hard spanks, but if you drop the fur I’ll stop. You got that, kitten?”

Gagged, she couldn’t answer, so she clutched her trophy tighter. His dominance thrilled her, and she submitted completely. Reality faded. All that mattered was pleasing her master. Fucking him afterward, too.

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Kryssie Fortune writes the sort of hot sexy books she loves to read. If she can sneak a dragon into her paranormal books she will. Her paranormal heroes are muscular werewolves, arrogant Fae or BDSM loving dragons.

Kryssie likes her contemporary heroes ex-military and dominant. Her heroines are kick ass females who can hold their own against whatever life - or Kryssie - throws at them.

Kryssie's pet hates are unhappy endings, and a series that end on a cliff hanger.

Her books are all stand alone even when part of series. Plot always comes before sex, but when her heroines and heroes get together, the sex is explosive and explicit. One review called it downright sensual.

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Monday, 14 October 2019

Blue Monday: Queenie Black guests

Mondays are days on which I post a sexy excerpt for your entertainment!

Today's guest author is Queenie Black, whose new BDSM story Hard-Pressed is out now and on tour.

Master Lucien has one night at Club Hard.

One night…to show bodyguard Rose Dainty that he can be the Dom she needs,

One night…to show her that submitting to him doesn’t make her weak, that true submission requires strength and trust.

Will pushing Rose to her limits prove to her she can trust him with her body and heart, and can she let go of her deepest fears long enough to enjoy her surrender? `

They both have everything to prove and everything to lose.

Oui, You can.” He withdrew his fingers and squeezed my bottom, drawing a trembling cry from me as all my nerve endings came alive again. “That’s my beautiful little subbie.” He went back to his playing and soon I was writhing again. He got me nearly to tipping point and then stopped. A frustrated sound left my throat.

“Did you just growl at me?”

I had no idea, all I could focus on was the growing need. Why had he stopped?

Lifting me off his knee, he turned me so that I was sitting on his lap.


He grinned. “Tender?”

My nod didn’t draw any sympathy from him.

“Breathe in.” He released my hands, bringing them around gently. I hissed as the blood rushed into them. Lucien gently massaged them, moving from my shoulders down to my fingers, easing the discomfort. It should have switched me off, shouldn’t it? But the slow burn at my core remained undiminished.

When the tingling had stopped, he stood. “My turn.”

Turning me, he bent me over the couch and told me to brace myself on my palms. “Hold on. Spread your legs … a little wider.”

I obeyed, widening my stance, aware only of such deep wanting and the sweet knowledge that Lucien was the only one who could assuage it.

He laid one hand on my shoulders, pushing them lower.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful! Look at these breasts.” He stroked them, played with them as if he had all the time in the world, as if I wasn’t desperate to come. By now, I was so far gone all I could do was whimper and beg.

Hyper-attuned to everything he did, I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, the soft chink of his belt being unbuckled, the hiss of his zipper. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear all the wicked things he was planning to do to me, his hot breath popping goosebumps up all over my body. I shivered. Fabric brushed against the backs of my thighs and he notched the crown of his cock at my entrance.

“Yes,” I moaned. “Please.”

He slid in an inch, slowly made it two…

He was big. I was still trying to process the feel of him when I felt him shudder and he growled. “I can’t wait, Rose. You can take me. All of me.” And he slammed home, stealing the breath from my lungs, stretching me to capacity. I squeaked and went up on my toes while I tried to adjust to the shocking invasion.

Lucien braced his left hand next to mine, caging me under his body and with his other, gripped my hip so tightly I was bound to have bruises. It didn’t bother me. I wanted to wear the marks of his possession.

And then I could do nothing more than weather the damn storm. Pinned down in such a submissive stance, feeling the push and drag as he took his pleasure, the fire where my bottom kept rubbing against him was like a thread of lightning straight to my clit. My inner muscles tightened involuntarily.

“Oh yes, m’amour, like that. Squeeze me tight.”

Lucien was in me, around me, so I could no longer tell where he stopped and I began. My mind whited out as an orgasm moved through me in a slow tectonic roll. I lost touch with the world for endless moments.

As everything settled back into focus, the first thing that I noticed was that Lucien’s left hand was now entwined with mine. I felt wobbly, newborn, emerging into a world that had resettled in a fundamentally different form.

Merde,” Lucien swore roughly as he ground against me and came so deep, he set off another wave of aftershocks.

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Queenie Black says: "I’ve always loved writing and I won my first prize for a short story when I was still at primary school. I’m an avid reader of romance and erotic romance and can usually be found with my nose in a book. The dynamics and sheer variety of human relationships fascinate me, and this is what I like to explore in my writing. I live in North Yorkshire with my husband and cat where I enjoy running and Tai Chi."

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Monday, 7 October 2019

Blue Monday: Eli Gilić guests

Mondays are the day on which I post a sexy excerpt for your entertainment!

Today I have a special guest excerpt from Eli Gilić's new collection, Slaves to Desire. I think this may be the first translated erotica I've ever featured!

Slaves to Desire is a unique, beautifully written erotic short story collection that deftly weaves fact and fiction. Originally published in Serbian, Sinful Press is over the moon to present the English language version of this amazing collection in both digital and print. To celebrate, Sinful Press are making the ebook version available for just 99p/99c throughout October.

Charles Baudelaire, Rasputin, Anna Karenina, Romeo and Juliet, Hamlet and Ophelia, Fyodor Dostoevsky, George Sand, Frederic Chopin, Vincent Van Gogh, Antonin Artaud, Maria Izquierdo, James Joyce, Federico Garcia Lorka, Salvador Dali.

Can Rasputin find redemption through the sins of others? What awaits Anna Karenina on the other side? Does passion still flow through the veins of the lovers from Verona? Can Hamlet and Ophelia escape their fate? Is Van Gogh’s loneliness a blessing or a curse? And can Dali dispel Lorca’s fear?

Eli Gilić deftly weaves fact and fiction to bring some of the world’s great writers, literary characters, artists and composers to life as they reach the heights of passion and the depths of despair in this mesmerising erotic short story collection.

Excerpt from The Writer’s Apparitions (Fyodor Dostoevsky)


Polina appears by the foot of the bed. My memories have invited her apparition. My frail pecker was stirring sadly as I recalled occasions when she let me smack her buttocks and then forcefully take her. In such moments I really was her master. I insulted her, bit her and pulled her hair while roughly ploughing her. I immensely enjoyed her weakness and my absolute power over her. And Polina experienced great pleasure in the humiliation and pain.

“You were my master only when I wanted to you to be. I let you behave like that, thus you never really ruled me.” She is mocking me now. “I was always the one who held the reins in our relationship, even when you humiliated me. You are no different from my grandmother. After that first time, she caught me running uninhibited in a shirt only when I wanted her to see me and give me a good spanking. I delighted while she ranted because I still didn't behave like a girl from a good family and didn't utter a sound under her blows. When I grew up, I ran around in just a shirt to infuriate her. I even rode around the estate like that, enjoying her horror at the thought of the peasants who could see my naked legs and contours of my breasts under the thin fabric.”

“I know that, you witch,” I exclaim. “You told me all that. Get lost! Why are you visiting me?”

“Because I love seeing you so withered. Tell me, Fyodor, would you have the strength to spank me with a cane now? Here, I will take the position.”

Polina goes down on all fours on the floor and lifts her dress. She is naked underneath. The wench spins her bottom, enticing me. But I don't pay attention to her. I close my eyes. “Go away, please,” I say quietly.

“Oh, you want to spank me, but you don't have the strength. You are shrivelling. I am hot and wet, Fyodor. I want you to spank me and take me passionately. Just like before. Can't you gather enough strength?”

“I know that you are an apparition. Go away. I am not swallowing it.”

I can hear the rustling of her clothes. In the next moment, the bed dents and I feel a warm hand around my manhood. I open my eyes and see Polina smiling sweetly.

“You liked to call him rooster. And that name was appropriate for your swaggering member. Come on, revive him for me. I am burning with desire to feel him pecking in me.”

“You are not real.” I refuse to comply. Her apparition has tricked me a number of times. I won't allow her to do it again. I will not. “Go away.”

“Can you say that even my lips are not real, Fyodor?” she whispers. “Don't you remember how they made you lose your mind?”

She lowers her head and her warm lips envelop my limp manhood. Polina looks me in the eye while she swallows it. She tightens her fist around it and her tongue circles around the tip. My pecker is shaking, awakening from the dead.

Polina's eyes are glued to mine while she moves her head up and down. Her tongue is dancing on the tip and licking the entire length. Her fist is moving faster and my manhood is hardening hesitantly. She groans happily with her mouth full, tightens her lips around my shaft and moves her head faster. My arousal is growing; I am thrusting my hips to sink deep into her mouth. A guttural growl escapes me as she soaks it with spit. Her eyes are sparkling triumphantly. Her fist tightens even more and her head glides up and down quickly. She is swallowing almost the whole length and emitting gargling sounds. I close my eyes and raise my hips to meet her mouth. I raise my hand to grasp her head and push her down even more. But I don't feel her head. Instead, I touch my own manhood.

Taken aback, I open my eyes and see that I am alone. Polina has vanished, leaving me with a revived pecker that is eager to discharge. Rage surges through me. I shout, grab the jug from the bedside table and throw it at the wall.

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Eli Gilić is a writer and translator from Serbia who has spent much of her career translating best-selling novels for the Serbian market. She has also penned an erotic cookbook called Eat, Tease and Please.

Eli lives near a forest in Serbia with her three four-legged friends, and she spends her free time growing organic food, climbing mountains and jumping from waterfalls.

Slaves to Desire is her first short story collection, and it was originally published by Laguna, the biggest publisher in Serbia, before being translated into English for Sinful Press.

Wednesday, 2 October 2019

Phalloween reading

Damnit, why didn't I think of that pun?!

I'm delighted to announce that I'll be back in Leeds next Monday night for a reading at the Cocktails and Fucktales October special: Phalloween.

I had a great time on my last visit and the people involved are lovely. Here's the deets:

Monday, 7 October 2019 from 19:00-22:30