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After fifteen years as a bland housewife, Alana is ready to shake up her life by fulfilling her darkest fantasy. She wants to be watched. Her exhibitionist streak is ready to break free, and she knows exactly whom she wants for her voyeur.

Doug would give his wife, Alana, the moon if she asked, so he’s more than willing to participate in a public threesome at a fetish party if it makes her kinky wishes come true. His business partner and best friend, Killian is the wild card in their plan.

A businessman first, and a trained Dominant second, Killian never gets tied down to one submissive. He’s a lover with commitment issues, but he doesn’t hesitate to help fulfill Doug and Alana’s fantasies. Once the fantasy is set in motion, the three players must decide if watching sin is enough…

Warning: Adult Themes-For Mature Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. M/M/F, graphic language, consensual BDSM, public sex, HFN. Short story Approx. 14,200 words.

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10 amazing authors take on July’s Picture Capture challenge…

Capturing the moment is every author’s goal. We want to express emotions so clearly that the reader’s impacted when they put the book down. So I’ve brought you a collection of authors who are all using the exact same photograph as inspiration for a short scene. They are capturing the picture with their words. These short scenes are NOT part of a book…yet, but they will give you great insight into the authors head!

As always you’re welcome to give it a go and post your story scene in the comments, in fact, I encourage you to try it! Here’s how to do it…

2014 - 7 JulyUse the prompt to write a 350 word scene.

No limitations.

No restrictions.

Let your imagination go wild.

Alongside every entry, is the authors contact links, and most recent book cover.

If you like what they did, please leave a comment or even better, buy a book!

So, here is what the authors came up with this month….




Lori King

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The car wasn’t speeding. Technically the driver wasn’t breaking the law, but driving twenty miles an hour on a straight stretch of road like this in the middle of South Dakota was just as dangerous as driving ninety miles. If the wrong person popped up over the hills, and couldn’t slow down in time…well, it wouldn’t be pretty, and Randy wasn’t interesting in scraping anyone off the pavement today.

A quick radio interaction with dispatch as he walked up on the four door sedan confirmed that there were no tickets out on the car, but he still approached the vehicle carefully. Throw down with a running drug mule once or twice and you quickly learned to approach with caution.

To his shock the person sitting in the driver’s seat was familiar to him.

“Mrs. Josten?”

The older woman turned her silver topped head his direction, and gave him a bright smile, “Randy Graft, aren’t you looking mighty fine in your uniform today. What are you doing scaring the daylights out of me with those lights and sirens?”

“Mrs. Josten, is everything okay? You were moving pretty slow on a fast stretch of road. That’s a good way to get in a car accident.”

“Oh I’m fine,” she waved one white gloved hand at him, and patted her hair with the other, “I’m just on my way into town. Thea at the Swirly Curl is going to give me a new look before the church fundraiser this weekend. You’re coming to the fundraiser, right Randy?”

“I’m not sure yet. Mrs. Josten I pulled you over because you were only going 20 miles per hour—” he pulled his uniform hat off, and ran his fingers through his shaggy blonde hair, frowning at his former elementary school teacher in frustrated confusion.

“Pfft. People these days need to slow down more. I never took you for a speedy one, Randy. Afterall you’ve been waiting around on that Clara Nievelle for a decade or two now, right?”

Randy groaned, and shook his head. A reminder of that name was not what he needed today.



Doris O’Connor

Links:  Facebook   Twitter   BlogDoris Oconner

Heart pounding in her throat she crawled the car to a stop. The chase had been fun and this spot was just right for her ambush. Or so she’d thought.

Pissed didn’t even begin to describe this officer’s expression, as he approached her vehicle. He looked about ready to put her over his knee, and Lyssa bit back a moan. If only. Before she could say or do anything, he yanked the driver’s door open, and leant in. The scent of his aftershave mingled with smoke and sweaty male, and ramped Lyssa’s hormones up another notch.

“Fuck me, Lyssa? What the hell are you playing at?”

Cade’s deep voice wrapped itself around her, and Lyssa smiled up at him and parted her legs. His groan in answer made her bolder, and she shrugged out of the silken, thigh high robe, to let him see the sheer black lace lingerie set, she wore underneath.

“I’d have thought that was obvious. Have you forgotten the IOU you gave me with this outfit?”

“Christ, babe, I’m working. This is a public high way. We can’t do this now.”

He straightened and glanced around while adjusting his erect cock through his uniform trousers. Lyssa grinned and licked her lips.

“Why, officer, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to speed. Please don’t give me a ticket. I’ll do anything. Absolutely anything…

Warming to her part and her husband’s obvious discomfort at the situation, Lyssa opened her thighs even wider, and let one of her legs dangle out of the side of the car. The action would give Cade an unimpeded view up her crotchless panties, and she ran the tip of her fuck me now heels slowly up his legs.

Lyssa…” Cade slapped his hands on the roof of her car, and that warning growl of his made her pussy even slicker for him. She just loved to test that iron control of his.

Another set of flashing lights pulled up behind them, and they both froze.

“What would be the problem here then?”



Berengaria Brown

Links: Website   Blog   BookstrandBerengaria Brown

Oh shit! Max Hall stared into his mirror at the police car, lights flashing, pulling up behind him. This was just what he didn’t want. He was in a hurry—Well, yeah, that’s why he’d been speeding in the first place. And it wasn’t as though he was speeding much. Maybe ten miles over the limit is all. Okay fifteen then. No more than that.

Max was a builder with his own crew, and it always seemed as though something was going wrong somewhere, and only he could sort out the trouble. That was just part of life. Walls fell down, tiles didn’t match, the paint color wasn’t what the client had it expected it to look like and they’d changed their mind about it. Always after he’d bought a ten gallon can. Never before.

Oh well. At least now he was part owner of The Paint Store the wrong color paint was never going to be a problem for him again. If they couldn’t sell it they could use it for a promotion. Not like right now. The cop getting out of the car behind him was going to be a problem. Likely an expensive problem.

Dammit, I really should have obeyed the speed limit even if I was in a rush. It’s a bit late now, but perhaps I could explain. No. That won’t work. I guarantee they’ve heard it all before.

The policeman standing beside his window was a big man with curly brown hair. When he pulled off his sunglasses Max just stared at him. “Nick? Nick!”



Amy J. Hawthorn

Links: Website   Facebook   BookstrandAmy J Hawthorn

“Shit.” Not now! Tara couldn’t believe she’d made it this far only to get caught two miles short of the county line. But really, who was she kidding? He’d have followed her through every state and into Mexico. Damn stubborn man.

The blue lights in her rearview mirror continued to mock her as she pulled onto the shoulder. There was no point in running. He’d proved he could outdrive her in that super-charged cruiser and he wasn’t above calling in his cousins to set up a road block to catch her.

She shifted the car into park and rested her hands on the steering wheel. She examined her chipped raspberry polish, refusing to turn and watch his long, thick, muscled legs eat up the ground in long, seemingly lazy strides. She’d never associated the word “sexy” with a man’s walk before, but Cole’s made her mouth water.

She picked at a speck at one corner of her thumbnail. He’d be in uniform today. The first time she’d seen him he’d been wearing navy cargos that showcased the strength in his legs and those combat style boots she’d always loved. The matching navy Tee would be stretched tight across those broad shoulders. She’d laid her head against it that first night.

He’d held her close to his heart and she’d never felt more secure in all her life. If she closed her eyes she could hear his whispered words. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’ll never have to worry about that asshole coming near you again. I’ll protect you.” Her knees had been shaky for more than one reason as his deep voice rumbled through his chest.

Something hard tapped against the closed window.

Ignoring it, she looked straight ahead.

He unlocked the door from the outside and opened it. Finally, she gave in to the desperate need to see his face again and turned in time to see him slide his sunglasses down his nose.

“I can see why you might be tempted to steal my Camaro, but Tara Marie, tell me one thing. Why’d you take my dog?”



Sherri Hayes

Links: Facebook   Twitter   GoodreadsSherri Hayes

She pulled her vehicle over to the curb, and rested her head on the steering wheel. Could this day get any worse? First her mother called to rant, then her soon to be ex-husband decided to show up ten minutes before she has to leave for her job interview demanding she give him some thingamabob he left in the garage. Because of him, she’d been twenty minutes late for her interview. She could cross that job off the list of possibilities. Yet another reason she was counting down the days until their divorce was final.

Glancing in her side mirror, she cringed as the officer got out of his cruiser, and made his way toward her. She took a deep breath as he approached her window.

“May I see your driver’s license?”

She reached for her purse, dug out her license, and handed it to him.

“Do you know you have material hanging out of your trunk, Ms. Simmons?”

“I do?”

He backed away and motioned for her to exit the vehicle. She followed him around to the back of her car, and sure enough her jacket, the one she’d brought along for the interview and forgot to use, was peeking out of her trunk.

After opening the trunk and tucking the jacket back inside, she turned to him. “Thanks. I didn’t even notice. It’s been one of those days.”

He met her gaze, and something flickered across his face. With a brief glance down at the license, and then back at her, his whole demeanor changed. “Candy? Candy Bennett?”

“No one’s called me Candy in years.” Not since high school, in fact.

“It’s Evan Chapman. Wow. I haven’t seen you since…”

“Since we graduated.”

Now that he’d introduced himself, she took a few moments to look beyond the pressed police uniform. He’d changed, a lot. Evan no longer wore those nerdy glasses that used to slide down the bridge of his nose. And she’d bet he had a decent body under all those clothes. She could feel her body temperature rising as her imagination began to take over.



Jade Belfrey

Links:  Bookstrand   Website   FacebookJade Belfrey

Ken stomped down on the accelerator. This car was old, but he knew that in sixty seconds it would be topping out at some serious speed. He wasn’t sure if his SOS would reach Catherine in time, so his next best bet was to attract some heat by blowing through a speed trap.

“Slow down,” Roman, his kidnapper, snapped. His glock poked Ken sharply in the ribs.

Ken frowned. “We used to be friends.”

“You were never my friend,” Roman spat bitterly. “You only ever looked out for yourself, and where did it get us? Both discharged and sent into hiding. That’s no life for a man.”

Ken couldn’t argue – it was true, every last word of it. He had been a selfish prick as head of their CIA team stationed in Afghanistan. He certainly hadn’t treated Roman worse than other members of his staff, but calling him a friend was stretching it. Ken couldn’t argue Roman’s last comment either. He’d spent some time at the bottom of a bottle when he had first arrived back state-side. They’d been sent home and dishonorably discharged after their security clearance was blown.

Catherine had been his savior, helping to see he still had a life worth living.

That is – if Roman didn’t ruin everything by forcing him into an early grave.

Flashing lights approached from behind. Roman cursed and quickly hid the gun in his coat as Ken pulled off the freeway and slowed to a stop.  Ken said a silent prayer and hoped that the officer would realize that something was amiss. This was no ordinary traffic stop.

When the officer leaned in his window with a cocky smile, Ken knew that his prayers had been answered. Jason, his friend and about as far from a cop as possible, was dressed in borrowed blues playing the part of an officer.  Yes! Catherine must have gotten his message in time and sent Jason to help.

She had saved his life again. He’d be a fool if he didn’t marry her.

First, they had to deal with Roman. They weren’t home free yet.



R.E. Butler

Links:   Website   Facebook   TwitterR.E. Butler

Ava’s heart had never pounded so hard.  She was driving a stolen car and she didn’t have a valid driver’s license.  The red and blue lights flashing in her mirror weren’t helping her get a handle on the fear that was slithering down her spine.

The cop that approached wore a black uniform, and her wolf sat up in her mind.  Don’t be stupid, she told the beast, trying not to notice how well the slacks hugged his muscular legs.

He stopped in front of her open window and the scent of him rolled over her like a caress.  He smelled warm and inviting…and familiar.

She blinked in surprise as the man who had been her best friend bent and rested his hands on her door.  “Ava?”


“What’s going on?  There’s an APB that this car was stolen.”

“I, um, yeah.  I’m so fucking screwed right now.”

He opened the door and pulled her gently from the interior.  “Whatever’s going on, I’ll help you.”

“I stood up for myself when the alpha attempted to force me to mate with a male from another pack.  He was going to force me to go through with it.”  She started to sob.

He let her go only long enough to grab her bag from the seat and then escorted her to his car.  When he sat behind the wheel, he picked up the radio.  “This is Car 117. I found the stolen vehicle in the APB.  It’s empty.  Call for a tow.”

He put the car in drive.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“You’re with me now, babe.  Didn’t I tell you when we were kids that I’d always take care of you?  The alpha hated that I was stronger than him, so he forced me to out and threatened to kill you if I came back.”

The fear that had been weighing her down ever since she fled began to dissipate.  Brian had saved the day like a true hero.  She looked in the side view mirror and flipped off the car that was fading into the distance.  “Goodbye and good riddance.”



Suzette Cauler

Links:  Blog    Facebook    TwitterSuzette Cauler

Speeding past Jade had the desired effect. Nick could have just called or texted her. He could even have pulled up alongside her. But this. This was just more fun. She was incredibly sexy in uniform. With that gun holster wrapped around her hips, she exuded power and control, reminding him of how much he liked watching her let go of it in his arms. She kept saying there wouldn’t be a next time, that her life was just too complicated for a relationship, but that was all bullshit. She couldn’t resist coming back for more, and he’d make sure it stayed that way. Besides, she hadn’t just happened to forget her underwear. That was definitely a sign that she planned to return.

He watched her hips sway as she walked over from her squad car, taking her sweet time. He liked that. There was no hurrying this woman, in or out of bed. When she finally reached the driver’s side of his car and leaned down to look at him, he grinned up at her. “What’s the problem, officer?”

She sighed, loudly. “You know exactly what the problem is. You just sped past me. What? Do you want another ticket?”

This was how they’d met almost a month ago. Nick had gone speeding past her, and she’d pulled him over. It was a known speed trap, but he was new to the area, so he hadn’t known that at the time. “I wanted to get your attention.”

“It worked. What is it?”

“You left this at my place.”

She practically snatched the black lace bra from him, balling it up in her fist and looking around as if unsure of what to do with it. “I couldn’t find it this morning. I had to stop looking or I would’ve been late.”

He liked the way she blushed. It reminded him of how she looked flushed and moaning under him in bed.  “You left your panties too, but…” He reached over to the passenger seat, grabbed the delicate matching panties, and lifted them to his nose, inhaling deeply. “I’m keeping them.”



Jorja Kish

Links:  Blog   Facebook   TwitterJorja Kish

The flash of blue and red forced Kasey to pull over the side of the road swirling a cloud of dust and dirt into the air.  She crinkled her nose and put the car in park, listening to the electric hum as she rolled down her window. A wave of heat flushed her skin, not from the scorcher outside the car, but from the man exiting his patrol car and placing his Steston on his short raven hair.

“No, it can’t be,” Kasey mumbled with disbelief as she fumbled with the volume on the radio.  Her eyes were glued to the side mirror of her Honda Civic.

“Hey, that’s my song,” Cerise complained slapping at Kasey’s hand.

“Will you stop! Hello, cop getting out of his car?” Kasey snapped forcing her periwinkle eyes away from the approaching man, while fighting for control of the volume.  Her heart hammered in her chest as she silently cursed her rotten luck.

Cerise rolled her eyes and lifted her hands away, giving her older sister what she wanted.  Her fire engine red hair bounced when she looked over her bare shoulders.

“Please, we’re in  Thomas County. I’d bet my whole Hello Kitty Collection that we’re related to the guy in some way.”

She turned back and faced her sister noting her flushed features. “Too bad though cause he’s hot,” she added.

A wave of heat rippled through Kasey’s belly. Her eyes darkened from a memory of piercing green eyes that she wanted to forget but couldn’t. Clenching her fists she ignored her sister’s curious gaze and scowled into the side mirror watching the six-foot-four man saunter toward her six year old car.

“That’s Joshua Cunningham,” she said shaking from her growing anger and worry.

“Who?” Cerise snapped her gum, giving up on trying to figure out her sister and rummaged through the glove box for the car registration.

“He’s one of the brothers who threatened to run me out of town for something I didn’t do.”



Kalissa Wayne

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“Jonas? Jonas Quinn. Apparently a lot has changed since I’ve been gone. The boy I….knew, who thumbed his nose at authority, who hated anyone who told him he couldn’t do something, has become the highest law enforcement officer in the county.” Savannah covered her trembling hands by crossing her arms and staring defiantly into those Ray-Bans.

“I grew up and received a hard-earned education. How long you stayin’ this time, Savannah? And before anyone else can ask, I’d like first shot at buying your Gran’s farm when you sell.”

Savannah’s jaw dropped. “I’m not selling. I’m coming home to stay.”

Jonas snorted inelegantly. “Yeah, sure Savannah. You couldn’t wait to shake the dust of this town off when you lived here. Now you say you’re planning on moving back when you live in LA? We’ll see. Just know that I’d like first shot at the place and I’ll give you fair market value. There are those in the valley who’ll offer you a tenth of what it’s worth because they are trying to buy the whole place up.” Jonas thumbed the brim of his hat as he turned to leave.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left, sorry I haven’t come home sooner, sorry about a lot of things. But hindsight is 20/20 they say.”

Jonas stopped and the muscles in his back and shoulders stiffened. “That was a lot of years ago. Gran has needed you these past few years and you weren’t…” Jonas bit off an exclamation and yanked the door of the SUV open. He turned, the friendliness had disappeared and his jaw was as tight as his shoulders. “Don’t say things you don’t mean Savannah. You hurt a lot of people when you left, not just me. I won’t let you hurt my family again.”

Jonas threw himself into the SUV, fired the engine and drove away in a cloud of dust. Savannah stood there realizing she had a lot of ground to make up because of her selfishness as a teen. She’d never meant to hurt anyone, least of all Jonas.

Thank you so much to all of the authors who participated! I hope you’ll encourage us by letting us know if you would like us to continue our specific stories. Just leave a comment for us in the comment section.

We’ll be back August 31st with another one!

As always Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance!~Lori

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Sneak Peek: Strange Lake Falls Werewolf by DJ Cruz

Releasing Tomorrow!


Strange Lake Falls





DJ Cruz


Final cover SLFW book2       Mary Mags McGregor is an ordinary woman who married her high-school sweetheart, and stayed at home to raise her son. After losing her husband to cancer, and her son to college life, she did a short stint in the working world trying to keep busy. It didn’t take her long to find herself unemployed, lonely, and nursing an unhealthy fascination with the local werewolf Alpha.

As one of the oldest pureblood Alpha werewolves left, Alpha Eric Nelson has an obligation to ensure that his lineage continues by mating a female werewolf. Unfortunately he faces two big obstacles; female werewolves are extremely rare and therefore hard to find, and his wolf has grown attached to a human female.
While fighting their attraction to each other, Mary and Ric become entangled in a political tug-of-war. Face to face with the very real possibility of losing Ric forever, will Mary be able to leave her comfort zone and admit her feelings, or will she hide behind Ric’s familial duties? And when he’s forced to choose between Mary, and his pack, how will Ric prioritize for his future? Together they will find out if true love really does conquer all.


He closed his eyes and savored being surrounded by her heat. She was so tight; embracing him like a tight glove until he never wanted to leave her. He kissed her as he set a steady rhythm, glorying in her moans and gasps. “More!  Harder!”  Mary clutched him to her.
Ric pulled out of her despite her protest, and easily flipped her over to her hands and knees. He promised himself to worship her thoroughly later. Right now he needed to be inside of her, making her submit to him. He covered her and put himself at her opening, pushing in slowly, burying his cock deep within her.
“So fucking good.” His wolf tried to rise up. He wanted them to claim her as their mate. All he had to do was bite her neck while he released his seed inside her and then get her to bite him in return. Not a lot of blood, just a little and then they would be mates. Forever.
No. He couldn’t do that to Mary. She wasn’t even a werewolf. He pushed those thoughts aside; all he wanted to do was lose himself in the sweetness of her body. He pushed down on her upper back until her face and chest lay against the mattress. This position made her lovely ass rise up higher.
“Yes!”  He growled as he pounded into her over and over. His claws came out and he dug them into the mattress next to her head.
“Oh God!”  Mary moaned as she started to come again.
“Fucking right!”

Twitter: @DJCruzAuthor




If you missed the first book, Strange Lake Falls Vampire, you can pick it up on

Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Smashwords

DJ Cruz 1   In one night, Jackie Copley-Tegan’s normal ordinary life turned upside down. Her teenage daughter, Samantha, falls for the wrong guy, which nearly ended in tragedy. Both mother and daughter thrust into a new and unfamiliar world where werewolves and vampires are thriving among humans.
Jackie will have to draw on every bit of strength she has in order to protect her only child, and learn how to cope with the changes in her life. Amongst the chaos a single piece of stability in the form of a young-looking, gorgeous five hundred year old vampire, rattles her to the core, and leaves her wondering just where her place is now.
Adrian Belliveau rarely finds a reason to enjoy his life anymore, so when the pretty woman who is meant to be his mate enters the picture he embraces his destiny with open arms. They both will get more than they bargain for, as they combat lust, love, and jealousy to put down roots in an ever changing world.   ~ ONLY $.99 ~


Submission Dance is FINALLY available on Barnes & Noble

Thank you so much for your patience! After several emails back and forth Barnes & Noble’s fabulous support staff helped me get the book pushed through the processing limbo it was stuck in. Please, grab a copy, and share the link with your friends! A Fetish & Fantasy Short Story2 - 300x450

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New Release: Submission Dance by Lori King

Submission Dance is available now!

Read an excerpt on my website now:

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Would you choose a Fetish Party as your first….

My new book, Submission Dance is releasing Monday, and the story centers on a middle aged woman with the desire to explore her BDSM fantasies. Marley Saltzman has a secret desire to turn over complete control to a man strong enough to handle the reins. At her first fetish party she’s overwhelmed by the variety of kinks and fetishes being explored, take a look….A Fetish & Fantasy Short Story2 - 200x300

   The entire main floor of the house was decorated in a modern style with Mediterranean accents here and there, and she counted six separate rooms that were occupied by couples or groups engaged in one fetish or another.

   In one, a woman hung suspended in the air, woven into a decorative harness of ropes, while a man meticulously created a braid around the curves of her body. The look on her face was utterly beautiful, and Marley shivered as a wave of desire washed over her. Ropes intrigued her and terrified her simultaneously. What if she had a panic attack while tied up? She turned and pushed away from the room assuring herself that ropes weren’t suitable for her.

   She passed by an alcove where two men, clothed only in boxer briefs, knelt with their heads lowered. She studied their unmoving forms for a moment, wondering why they would be there, when another man approached and called to them. The two reacted instantly, rising to their feet, and following their Dominant down the hallway like well-trained pets. An unusual dynamic. Were they put in the corner as a punishment, or were they merely resting there until their Master wanted them?

   A rather large curvaceous woman bumped into her, startling her from her reverie, and apologizing. They exchanged a smile and each went their own way, but Marley did a double take when she realized that the large woman was in fact a man dressed in drag. He was gorgeous, far lovelier than she would ever have believed a man in a dress could be, and he fascinated her. Making a mental note to search out the stranger at some point in the near future for makeup tips, she forced her attention back to the hallway. It was becoming more crowded by the minute, but that didn’t slow the attendees in their perverted pursuits.

   People milled around, greeting each other as old friends, or politely ignoring each other’s presence when they found them erotically engaged. She had been concerned that she was walking into a lawless environment, but everything worked like clockwork. Each person seemed intent on freeing themselves of their inhibitions in some way, and she found herself feeling less and less ashamed of her secret fantasies.6559604_s (2) - Copy

   An orgy of sorts filled and spilled out of the next massive bedroom. At least eighteen bodies were tangled in an erotic train of quivering limbs that sought only pleasure. There were women fucking men and other women alike, and she even saw one man giving another a blow job while his partner ate a bound and gagged female’s pussy. The idea of so many hands, mouths and bodies pleasuring each other was exquisitely erotic, and Marley’s G-string grew damp. She could easily envision herself joining in with the right group, but perhaps not in the middle of the hallway where everyone could see her.

While Marley explores the party and the decadent buffet of fetish, she find herself drawn to a Dominant who seems hell bent on shaking up her carefully laid plans for easing into the lifestyle. What happens when a BDSM virgin dives into the party headfirst?

Find out in Submission Dance, available for preorder on:

Smashwords  and  All Romance Ebooks

It will be available on Amazon, ITunes, Google Play, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble Monday!A Fetish & Fantasy Short Story1 - 200x300

And if you missed the first book in the Fetish & Fantasy series, pick up Watching Sin now.


As always, Live Laugh and Love like today is your only chance!


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Alanea Alder brings out the warrior in Rebecca Arkadion…and gives away a book!


Conversation between myself and my main character Rebecca Arkadion as she tries to convince me to write her becoming a samurai, while I’m trying to write a promo for Fated Redemption.

Alanea: Hey everyone, Alanea here, I’m excited to be visiting today

Rebecca: Commencing argument, stardate 68022.4

Alanea: Now Rebecca hush, I need to talk about Moe, Abby and Rhys’s story today

Rebecca: (nodding) I understand… I’m a previous character, no one cares about me anymore (huge sigh)

Alanea: You know that isn’t true, you practically have your own cult following (Shit! Wrong choice of words!)

Rebecca: (perking up) Really I have a cult??

Alanea: (quickly changing topic) Something like that. So back to Abby’s mating, you know her, your friend Abby.

Rebecca: (nods) I’m so glad she is happy! I know Moe and Rhys will take very good care of her. Don’t tell Aleks, but I’m kinda jealous, Moe is super hot.

Alanea: (dreamily) Yup, he looks so rough with the tats and piercings, but underneath he’s just a big ole teddy bear. When he’s standing next to Rhys with his white blond curls and green eyes I can’t help but sigh.

Rebecca: Downright fuckable. (looks around to make sure Ma didn’t hear her)

Alanea: (snorts) Like you don’t have a mate of your own.

Rebecca: (pouting) I’m kind of mad at him at the moment.

Alanea: Oh lord what did you do now?

Rebecca: (looking offended) Why does everyone always assume it’s me??

Alanea: (just stares at Rebecca)

Rebecca: Okay, okay, I may have ordered a tiny little something from Japan…

Alanea: More anime?

Rebecca: No, ummm, I bought a samurai sword.

Alanea: (blinks)

Alanea: I’m sorry did you say samurai sword??

Rebecca: He hid my gun!!!

Alanea: (covers her face with her hands before looking up) What on earth possessed you to get a samurai sword? How did you skip over shit like, tasers and brass knuckles as substitutes and go right to samurai sword?! Did you get matching numchucks and shurikens?

Rebecca: (pulls out her phone to make a note) Nope, but not a bad idea. But seriously, think about it, a hyena will think twice about attacking if I’m wielding a badass samurai sword.

Alanea: (sighs) Trust me they think twice about attacking you anyway you little psycho.

Rebecca: It’s only a condition if you’re diagnosed.

Alanea: I’m exhausted, you tell everyone why they should read about Moe, Abby and Rhys.

Rebecca: (excitedly) Because it’s the best story! You have angst as poor Rhys recovers from his addiction of being forced to ingest shifter blood, Moe dying to claim his mate, but is valiantly giving Rhys his space as he recovers. Then there are the sparks flying everywhere when Abby hits town, I mean did you see the size of Moe’s bulge when he had Abby pinned against the wall? Yum. Everyone will also get to meet the new peeps that come to town and of course the little surprise we find in Abby’s new place.

Alanea: Good job, I think you have highlighted all the major events, except for when Abby tells everyone about your college days…really Becca? Glow in the dark anal lube?

Rebecca: They deserved it!

Alanea: (laughing) That they did.

Rebecca: So I get to keep my sword?

Alanea: No fucking way.

Rebecca: (smiling brightly) We’ll see…


Thanks for reading! Yes, Rebecca really is like that in my head. As a special Thank You, I am going to give you the readers the opportunity to decide if Rebecca gets to keep her sword. Below is the Rafflecoptor link that will tell you what you need to do to cast your vote and enter to win a free ebook of Rebecca’s story Fate Knows Best and Abby’s story with the delectable men Moe and Rhys, Fated Redemption. Good Luck and I hope you have had fun!




Fated RedemptionAlanea Alder

Moe Jones, aka Mojo, has finally found his mate, but it is going to take every ounce of his strength and a little help from Fate to help Rhys down the road of recovery.

Rhys was forced to drink shifter blood for months and is slowly recovering from the addiction. He is scared to claim his shifter mate for fear that he will lose control and kill him. How can he claim his mate if he can’t drink his blood?

Abigail Wright is in Arkadia on a search to find her best friend from college after an alarming Christmas card. She wasn’t planning on finding her mates, especially two such delicious ones.

Abby finds herself protecting the heart of her gentle giant shifter mate and guiding the steps of her older vampire mate. Together all three discover that they need each other desperately.

When an old enemy targets Rhys, the new triad faces the possibility that they may lose Rhys forever. It will take Moe’s physical strength, Abby’s infallible willpower and Rhys’s indomitable spirit to defeat their enemy.

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Rev your engine with a new Author – “Big Dog” by Ryder Dane

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Today’s New Release!

Burning Bastards MC

Big Dog

by Ryder Dane

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Ryder Dane

In book one of the Burning Bastards MC: Big Dog, Hugh Dougherty, was out for payback. His only hope was to find the one thing to put an end to a rival club’s treachery. His future depended on something called the Oracle, and everyone around him was feeling his wrath.

Future had been betrayed by the Burning Bastards once, she wasn’t going to let it happen again. She built a life without them, but when they come looking for the Oracle, she was left without a choice. She confronts her past with the MC President by her side; however, is it enough to put her demons to rest were the club is concerned?

Ride along with the Burning Bastards MC as Big Dog struggles to obtain his Future and Future learns that personal demons can be put to rest with the right type of man.

(Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Contains extreme violence. MF with MFM scenes.)



You know Demon and Knight, The guy in black is Freakshow, and the other man is Seth.” He nodded to Freakshow and he opened one of the two cell doors, walked into the room and dragged out a man wearing a Breed cut. He pulled the resisting prisoner over to stand six feet from where she was and grabbed the greasy hair, pulling the man’s head back so she could get a good look at him.

Her blood was running fast and hot.  He was one of the bastards who grabbed her to begin with.  He’d laughed while he violated her body and pounded his fist into her ribs afterwards.  He was also one of the men who killed Frenchy.

She bunched her fist and started forward, but Big Dog held her back.

“Tell me who this man is and what he did the night of the attack.”  He wasn’t giving her a choice, if she wanted to hurt the bastard, she was going to have to relive the night,  She shook with the need to finally have some payback.

“In fact, let’s see who else we have to sweeten the deal for you.”  Seth opened the next door and she waited to see who he was bringing to the party.  Before he had the man completely out of the doorway, she could see that it was Jarl.  The cruelest of the bunch who had tortured her.  She had scars on her body that reminded her of his cruelty every time she looked in a mirror, and the temptation to kill the evil bastard was too much for her to exercise caution, there was an orange red haze over her brain and she yanked her arm away from Big Dog’s grasp, and ran toward her nightmare.  She landed a steel-toed boot to his crotch and reached for the knife she carried in a sheath in the other boot.  Her hand was yanked up with the knife in her fist, and another arm ringed her waist as she struggled to be allowed to finish the job that should have been done at the birth of the monster.


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A note from Ryder…

When I seriously decided to write a book, I was told “write what you know.”  There went my dreams of writing about sexy firemen and Handsome Doctors.  The only other thing I knew was Bikers, MC clubs. and Classic Cars.  The more into the story I got, the happier I was, The words began to flow and I enjoyed what I have written.  I held my breath and took a chance by sending it to JK Publishing. I have not regretted it a minute since I hit SEND.  I do have to say I am very humbled and delighted at the same time with all of the great offers of help and those willing to allow me space on their Blogs and Pages,  Thank you Lori for allowing me to guest in your delightful Blog!


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Submission Dance is up for Preorder!

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Up for Preorder!

Submission Dance

A Fetish & Fantasy Novella


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Marley Saltzman has a secret fantasy. She wants to let go of everything, and submit to a Dominant. Intrigued by her friends BDSM lifestyle, she convinces him to put her on the guest list for his monthly fetish party. She had no idea how far out of her element she would be until she came face to face with an experienced Dom.

Lex Gregory has been nursing heartache and raising his daughter alone for so long he barely remembers what a submissive feels like at his feet. When he meets Marley, he can’t believe that the naïve woman ever thought she could handle kink. All too quickly his need for her refreshing innocence and lack of preconceived notions grows, and he has to have her.

The two began a subtle dance of sexual submission and wit that leads to a night of passion and unanswered questions. Will this dance end in heartache, or will they both find their darkest fantasies fulfilled?


“Would you like to dance, Marley?” Lex asked, rising from the low slung chair. The height of her own seat put her face almost dead even with his crotch, and there was a distinct bulge under his zipper that she found very intriguing, but he didn’t seem to notice her predicament.

“I’m really not much of a dancer…” She stammered for an excuse not to get closer to him. He was too magnetic and charming for her. She was almost afraid that if she let him pull her onto the sparsely populated dance floor, she would turn into putty in his hands, and never find herself again.

“The music is slow, and I know what I’m doing. Trust me to lead, and you’ll be fine.” She wasn’t sure if he intended the double meaning behind his words or not, but her clit certainly heard it.

Holding out his hand, he waited for her to lay her palm against his and then he tugged her to her feet. She swayed slightly, and he steadied her with a hand on her lower back just above the curve of her ass. Immediately, she had to fight the urge to press herself against his long muscular body. Certainly he already thought her an easy mark after that steaming kiss; rubbing against him like a cat in heat wouldn’t help her circumstance.

He led her onto the dance floor without another word, and before she could turn to face him, he spun her around once, and then twice, so that her balance was off and she fell into him.

With an arrogant grin on his face, he wrapped his arms around her back, and steadied them on the curve of her spine, but within proper distance from her ass. “Better, now just relax and let me guide you.  That’s right, sway with me. Dancing is like making love. It’s sensual, and there’s an exchange of power between every couple. You trust me to lead you in the right movements, and I trust you to follow me, but at any point you can walk away.” His hot breath whispered over her ear from above, and her cheek brushed the smooth silk of his shirt. “You have all the control, Marley.”

Lex continued to murmur instructions to her, softly seducing her with his body and his innuendos. Her breasts grew heavy and achy, and her nipples were diamond hard points that she knew were probably poking through the thin material covering them. She tipped her head back to look up into his deep blue eyes, and her knees grew weak at the intense lust burning there.

“Careful. If you slip I get to carry you off and say I swept you off your feet. That would make you my rightful prize to do with as I pleased for the night,” he whispered.

Marley snorted out a laugh, “Is that a party rule?”

“No, but everyone knows the black knight steals away the princess at her first ball and seduces her.”



ARC’s are available for Submission Dance (Fetish & Fantasy 2)

We’re a week and a half away from the release of Submission Dance, and I have the ARC’s in hand now! If you’re a reader, reviewer or blogger who would like an ARC in exchange for an honest review of the book, please fill out the form. I will be contacting individuals via email as quickly as possible. Thank you!


Marley Saltzman has a secret fantasy. She wants to let go of everything, and submit to a Dominant. Intrigued by her friends BDSM lifestyle, she convinces him to put her on the guest list for his monthly fetish party. She had no idea how far out of her element she would be until she came face to face with an experienced Dom.

Lex Gregory has been nursing heartache and raising his daughter alone for so long he barely remembers what a submissive feels like at his feet. When he meets Marley, he can’t believe that the naïve woman ever thought she could handle kink. All too quickly his need for her refreshing innocence and lack of preconceived notions grows, and he has to have her.

The two began a subtle dance of sexual submission and wit that leads to a night of passion and unanswered questions. Will this dance end in heartache, or will they both find their darkest fantasies fulfilled?

Warning: Adult Themes-For Mature Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. M/F, graphic language, consensual BDSM, spanking, public sex, HEA.


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