Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Interview with Libby Campbell and Bound to the Past , #Romance , #Author , #EroticSuspense

Question and answers with Libby Campbell

Why fantasy?

I wanted to create a new world, in some ways a gentler one. I read lots of fantasy and decided to seek adventure in lands of my own making.

In some ways it’s really freeing to be in a world where I make the rules. But then I have to remember them all! So the freedom is curtailed by the demands of continuity.

What was your inspiration for Bound to the Past?

I wrote this book as a gift to readers. I wanted to invite them into the alien world of Devmaer, to meet some of the wonderful characters who live there. 

Of course, the ocean is involved. One of favorite almost-daily things to do is walk the rocky beaches near my home. It was on one of those walks that this story started to take shape.

What happens both below and above the waves interests me. This is the first time in any of my books that any of the action is underwater.

What was Freja’s last name before she was mated with Iwon?

No one knows her birth name. All the girls in the Crib are given Matron’s name, Warren. So her name in the citizen register would be Freja Warren. I picked Matron’s surname because one of our local theater companies was staging Mrs. Warren’s Profession when I was writing this.

We’ll see more of Freja’s homeland, and learn a bit more about her family in Silvelea with book 3.

Déak and Freja get together again after four years and are still in love. Is a four-year separation with a loving reunion more fantasy? 

Ha. No. Not at all. I’ve read a lot of personal stories about this type of thing. 

And I have firsthand experience:

My husband and I met scuba diving on a beach in Vancouver. A short, steamy affair followed. He went back to Australia and we tried to forget each other, not writing or phoning for years. Major fail. Five years later we met again in Melbourne. Six months after that I moved across the world and didn’t look back. 

When love is right, it’s right. People gave us six months but here we are, many years later, living our HEA.





Bound to the Past - Media Kit
The Lighthouses of Devmaer, prequel



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Love is tough. Tough enough to last a long and painful separation.



Blurb:
Freja, rescued from the flesh markets of Silvelea at a young age, has learned firsthand how difficult life is for orphan girls on the planet of Devmaer. Her “rescue” landed her in the harsh world of Matron Cass Warren’s Girls Crib, where young girls are groomed to be sold off as mates to the highest bidder as soon as they reach maturity.
At eighteen Freja was drawn to Déak Ryba, the first man to ever show her kindness. But he didn’t stand a chance against Iwon Sándor’s money and power. Iwon claimed Freja’s hand, condemning her to a miserable life of abuse and neglect. 
After three long-suffering years, Freja’s matehood was cut short by his untimely death.
For the first time in her life Freja finds herself free - free to work like a slave to repay the staggering debts Iwon left her. During her final ritual as his widow, a freak accident sweeps her out to sea and remarkably, right back into Déak’s arms.
Can the love that Déak and Freja once shared possibly have survived long years of separation? Will they finally claim the shared life that was denied them? Or will their happiness be stolen again by the sinister forces circling at the edge of their lives?
This novella is a prequel to Bound To The Admiral, book 1 in The Lighthouses of Devmaer series. It introduces the alien world of the planet Devmaer as well as some of the minor characters. 
While it is a part of a series, it has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone.
Disclaimer: Bound to the Past is a second chance, fantasy-world romance. Along with a happily-ever after ending, it has some very steamy scenes, including elements of power exchange and discipline.





Excerpt 1 


“I’ll take the rest of your clothes now.” [Déak said]
Freja hesitated and he delivered a sharp smack to her bottom through her wet panties. “When I tell you to do something, My Innocent, I do it for your own good and I expect you to obey. Immediately.” His tone was imperious, but his eyes glowed with tender humor. “We’ve wasted too much time for you to play coy now.”
He hadn’t forgotten her. He’d measured their separation like she had, aware of lost time. And he’d remembered how she responded to a loving whack.
Hastily she stripped off her wet t-shirt, unsure of why she’d been even slightly reluctant to do as he said. Hadn’t she dreamt of this reunion for years? She needed to lay herself open to him, body and soul. When she peeled off her bra, her nipples stood erect, as hard as stones. Déak looked at them and the color of his hair darkened from blue to blue-black immediately. He walked back to the rickleberry bush and hung her t-shirt and bra next to her jeans. She followed him a few paces, determined not to let him out of her sight.
Her breath quickened at the signs of his arousal. She longed to rake her fingers through his gorgeous mane, to press her curves against his sculpted body again but this time with no flimsy cloth separating them. 



Don’t miss any of Libby Campbell’s great books: 


The Lighthouses of Devmaer


Time Travel:




Contemporary Romance:


Festive Fire – a Christmas romance
Romancing the Coasta 3 book box set. Individual titles available separately.
Simon in Chargea 3 book box-set. Individual titles available separately.


Libby Campbell in her own words:
My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.
Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club. 
Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.
My passions are reading and writing. I adore all animals and love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing. 


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Sign up for her newsletter here: Libby Campbell newsletter 
Visit her website and blog here: Libby Campbell
Follow her on Twitter: @LibbyC26 
Visit her Amazon author page: https://amazon.com/author/libbycampbell
Join her in the Facebook group Sexy Spanking Authors & Readers group



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Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Submitting to Two Doms #suspense #Cowboy Doms #HEA



SUBMITTING TO TWO DOMS
AUTHOR:  BJ Wane
RELEASE DATE: September 9, 2019
PUBLISHER: Blushing Books
She was sent to them to protect and became a responsibility they couldn’t resist.

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BLURB:
After Kelsey Hammond was assaulted, her former FBI foster parent’s pleaded with her to spend a few weeks with their friends in Montana while they investigated the incident. Since she would do anything for them, she grudgingly agreed, wondering how she would pass the time on a ranch in the middle of nowhere without going stir crazy. As soon as she caught sight of her two hosts, Greg Young and Devin Fisher, she decided what better way to take her mind off her troubles than with an affair with one of them.
Ex-FBI agents, Greg and Devin, vowed never to get personally involved with another woman under their protection after their last case ended in tragedy. When their former boss asked for their help, the two best friends butt heads over how to answer them. Between the insecurity reflected in Kelsey’s blue eyes, the desperation behind her flirtations and discovering her submissive side, both men found themselves succumbing to the petite blonde. 
While Kelsey basked in the dominant attention of both her cowboys, she continued to insist she couldn’t wait to get back to her life in Philadelphia. It wasn’t until the threat against her was verified that the truth came out about her past and a few disturbing mishaps occurred that Greg and Devin had to consider one of their guests was there to harm the woman they’d both grown to care for. It took the guys saving her life, freeing her to return home for Kelsey to realize home really was where the heart was and hers was in Montana with her two cowboys.       
EXCERPT:
He swore as she spun around and took two steps toward the open door, twitching that cute ass he was sure, on purpose. He understood she was put out by her circumstances and that the ranch offered little in the way of pastimes she was used to. But that was no reason to break his vow not to involve himself on a sexual or personal level. She tempted him, he wouldn’t lie, but not enough to go down that slippery road again with a woman he’d sworn to protect. 
After ensuring they were alone in the stable, Greg decided an example of those consequences he mentioned wouldn’t threaten his resolve if he delivered just enough to deter Kelsey from her set course and spare her the embarrassment of Devin’s reaction. Reaching her in two, long-legged strides, he grasped her hand and tugged her back into the stable. 
“You need to heed my warnings better, and remember, I don’t bluff.” Ignoring her startled gasp, he yanked her into the crook of his arm, pinned her against his side and delivered five rapid swats on her upturned, jean-clad butt, putting just enough force behind them she would experience a twinge of discomfort and nothing more.
“Hey! What? Holy shit!” Kelsey’s strident cry ended on a gasp, and much to Greg’s surprised annoyance, she lifted her ass for the last slap, as if embracing the humiliating experience instead of balking at it.
Helping her upright, he kept hold of her upper arms as he gauged her reaction. Fuck if the rose hue blooming on her face and dilation of those large eyes didn’t hold a hint of excitement. Not only he, but Devin would be hard pressed keeping their hands off her if they learned she possessed a submissive streak and she kept up with her cock-teasing innuendos. 



AUTHOR BIO:
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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Tuesday, October 8, 2019

His for the Taking by Brandi Evans , #contemporary, #BDSM , #romance





Genre: contemporary, BDSM romance


Not all love stories play by society’s rules.


Blurb:
I love managing Red Light Lingerie, a sexy boutique in Dallas. I get to spend my days talking to people about bedroom wear, sex toys, and enhancement lotions for all occasions. But by far, my favorite erotic job perk is my sexy British boss, Maxwell Penn. 


Max is a Matthew McConaughey look-alike who’s equal parts dreamboat and domineering pain in the neck, and I regularly fluctuate between “I want to bed him” and “I want to strangle him.” But still, yum.


The paradigm of our relationship, however, changes irrevocably when a lingerie designer, a friend of Max’s from Britain, comes to town, and I have to stand in for a no-show lingerie model. Before I can say G-string, I find myself sandwiched between Max and his dark-n-sexy friend. 


I’d be in total heaven if it weren’t for the guilt swirling in Max’s blue eyes. I have no idea why it’s there, but I’m bound and determined to find out. 


Publisher’s Note: This book contains descriptions of consensual activities, including eroticism and discipline. If you object to these elements, please do not read this book. 


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Excerpt
(R+)


I yanked against my restraints. The material stretched with my movements, but my hands stayed firmly bound at the small of my back.


“See, Max? This is one sturdy piece of lingerie.”


My mind exploded with images of what they could do to me, completely helpless and practically naked. Should I worry? A smart woman probably would—but the look in Max’s eyes—


I’d never wanted him more than I did at that moment.


Garrett’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Also, I designed the top so the two front halves can be pushed together to allow quick and easy access to the tits without having to untie any restraints already put in place. Would you like a demonstration of that, too?”


Max’s gaze stayed locked with mine, never veering, never faltering. “I’m thinking.”


I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. But who was I fooling? I’d wanted Max to touch me for a long time. I’d dreamed about it and gotten off while imagining him fucking me. But what about Garrett? I’d fantasized about being with multiple men, too, so I’d consider his presence icing on the beefcake.


Part of me wished Max and I were alone, but it was probably better we weren’t. Less intimate, which I needed. As it was, the intensity of his stare threatened to melt me into a puddle.


“Please touch me, Max,” I whispered, unable to stop myself. At least, I think I verbalized the words, but I may have simply mouthed them. “Please.”


Max’s eyes widened. His nostrils flared. And he hesitated a long, tortuous moment before stepping into me and yanking the garment’s outer edges into the valley between my breasts, completely exposing me—and then cupping the undersides of my breasts.





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Author Bio


Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!


In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders. 


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