Showing posts with label BJ Wane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BJ Wane. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Submitting to the Cowboy by BJ Wane ,#Western ,#Romance , #Suspense




Media kit for SUBMITTING TO THE COWBOY
TITLE: Submitting to the Cowboy, Cowboy Doms, Book 3
AUTHOR: BJ Wane
RELEASE DATE: April 12, 2019
PUBLISHER:  Blushing Books
GENRE: Contemporary Western Romance, Erotic Romance, BDSM, Suspense

TAG LINE

He drove her away with his stubbornness once.  If he caved upon her return, would he still be able to be there for her when she needed him most? 


BLURB:
Tamara Barton had lusted after Connor Dunbar ever since she was old enough to know what those stirrings meant whenever he was near.  Connor’s refusal to see her as anything but the young girl he’d befriended and protected for years soon drives them apart, but not before she catches an up-close, personal glimpse of him exerting the dominant control she’d heard rumors about.

Connor regretted the harsh words he’d spoken to Tamara when he caught her spying on him as much as his lustful response to the look of need reflected on her face.  He’d been looking after the neighbor girl since the moment he saw her falling off her first horse at the age of ten and didn’t plan on stopping now that she was a grown woman who thought she wanted their relationship to go in a different direction.  He knew his sexual proclivities were not for the young, sweet kid he was so fond of, and wouldn’t jeopardize their special bond by giving in to her desires.

But Tamara always had a way of getting what she wanted and when he saw she was serious about becoming a member of the private BDSM club he owned with his brother and best friend, Connor discovered he didn’t want her submitting to anyone but him.  When he learns she’d kept things from him that could have impacted her welfare, would he allow his failure to protect her to drive another wedge between them or finally embrace a life with her at his side as more than just a cherished friend?
This is book three in the Cowboy Doms series but reads as a standalone.
Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, adult themes, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.



EXCERPT – PG
Disbelief morphed into anger, his defense against the kernel of lust that gripped him, just like when he’d caught her spying on him. Wrong, that’s just plain wrong, he couldn’t help thinking. Tam, his Tam had no business being in his club. This was the young girl he’d taught to ride, the teenager he’d given driving lessons to and stood up for against her randy prom date. The same young woman he had cheered on at jumping competitions and praised for earning a college scholarship. The echo of her laughter reaching his ears from across the fields as she rode with carefree abandonment resonated in his head. That innocent, exuberant girl had no business bending over a spanking bench with her tight black skirt hiked up enough to reveal the sweet under curve of her buttocks.
Connor took two steps forward, intending to lay into both her and Devin and stop them before either could take whatever they were doing one step further, but found his path blocked by his brother’s large frame and scowl. “Get out of my way,” he snapped, his jaw tightening with frustration.
“Take a deep breath and think, Connor. She’s here as Nan’s guest and isn’t complaining. I should know as I’ve been keeping a close eye on her. Devin is just showing her the ropes.” Caden’s gaze turned sympathetic. “She’s not a kid anymore. Didn’t you learn that when she took off?”
Caden’s words hit him as sharply as a slap in the face. Knowing him better than anyone else, his only sibling had guessed correctly that the cause of Connor’s sour mood following Tam’s departure to Boise had something to do with her decision. He’d told no one, not even Caden about what happened at his stable that morning, but Caden had always enjoyed ribbing him about his close relationship and attachment to Tam and easily put two and two together, guessing they’d had a falling out.
Bracing his hands on his hips, he bent slightly at the waist and sucked in a deep breath. “Fuck, you’re right.” He couldn’t get angry with her again. The last time he’d blown up at her he admitted to being unprepared for seeing the desire reflected in her pewter eyes and on her flushed face. And nothing could have prepared him for the blunt force trauma of his instant, lustful response that had caught him off guard and without the shield he usually erected to keep from acknowledging her as a grown woman. He couldn’t lose her again, but sure as hell couldn’t stand by and watch her submit to masterful men he shared close ties to. Their demands would taint the fresh innocence that didn’t belong here, and he said as much to Caden.
“She doesn’t belong here, she’s not submissive and… fuck it, Caden, we both watched her grow up.”
Caden nodded. “Yes, but she has grown up and from the hint of excitement and curiosity I’ve seen on her face, she may have a streak of submissiveness. She’s certainly exhibited enough interest and courage to give bondage a try.”
One thing Tam didn’t lack was courage. “Fine. I’ll just talk to her.” Remembering the past, this time he prepared himself for whatever level of lust she might reveal when she saw him. Greg must have spotted Devin just then because Connor intercepted him before he could reach his best friend. “Wait up, will you? She’s a friend of mine. I want to talk to her.”
“Sure, no problem.”
“Thanks.” There was no way, no matter what Tam said, that he would let her indulge in a ménage tonight, not here where he would have no choice but to keep watch. With relief, he noticed Devin reaching down to her ankles to remove the cuffs as he approached. “Here, let me help,” he offered, moving to the side and reaching for her bound right wrist. He saw her jerk and then stiffen right before her head whipped up and she looked at him with round eyes filled with the same light of sexual awareness and need as the day he’d driven her away. Shit.




AUTHOR BIO:

CONTACT & SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS:






Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Submitting to the Sheriff by BJ Wane #romance , #HEA , #western



Her submission was real, unlike her identity.
She fell for his voice and then his strict control, but would she learn to trust him before it was too late?
Her evasiveness stirred his protective curiosity as much as the blatant need in her eyes tugged at his sexual dominance.
BLURB:
After overhearing two crooked Chicago cops plotting against her, Avery Pierce goes on the run, not knowing who she can trust. When her low finances force her to take a job as a sex phone operator, she struggles with her inexperience. When a caller senses her desperation and inexperience and offers assistance, she’s tempted to agree.
As soon as Sheriff Grayson Monroe meets the new waitress at his favorite diner, something about her strikes a familiar chord. When he sees her enter The Barn, his BDSM club, the desire to get to the bottom of her evasive eyes and answers to his probing questions takes hold. He’s determined to find out who she really is and what is troubling her.
After an icy mishap, Master Grayson has finally run out of patience. One way or another, Avery will tell him the truth. But is it too late? Has danger already found her? Can Grayson come to her rescue or will she lose everything she has just gained?
Publisher’s Note: This is book two in the Cowboy Doms series but can be read as a standalone. This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of power exchange, adult language, sensual scenes, danger, mystery and suspense. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Excerpt
Avery followed her into the cavernous space of the converted farm building, the inside resembling nothing like a barn except for the high rafters and open loft on both sides. The far, opposite wall of glass brought the outside in with the wide, dimly lit view of the surrounding woods. She couldn’t resist the temptation to look for Grayson as her bare toes curled against the smooth, hardwood floor. She executed a quick scan of the tables and seating areas between her and the circular bar separating the room but didn’t see him. Not until a flesh-snapping echo followed by a soft cry drifted down from the loft and drew her gaze to the upper level on her left.
Oh!” Nothing could have prepared her for seeing the man who had haunted her dreams for so long wielding a wicked looking crop on a naked woman’s buttocks. Strapped facing a large cross with her arms and legs spread in a wide V-shape, the red stripes crossing the poor girl’s cheeks were noticeable even from this distance.
“Yeah,” Sydney sighed, following Avery’s gaze. “Master Grayson has a way about him that draws all the girls, vanilla and subs alike.”
Avery could see why. Even with a whole level and several yards separating them, she could depict the intense focus etched on Grayson’s face as he concentrated on the woman who appeared to trust him enough to allow him to bind and torment her in such a manner. What would it be like, she wondered, to have a man so attuned to her every movement, her every need, as he appeared to be? During their two-hour phone conversation, she’d basked in his undivided attention and the respite his hard-edged commands offered from her fears. An ache had formed for a repeat of that experience, one that had intensified since meeting him in person.
He paused in wielding the slim rod to brush his hand in a slow caress over the woman’s quivering back. The quick knot of displeasure tightening Avery’s abdomen surprised her. It would not do for her to become enamored of the sheriff or to read more into his friendship than he offered. She’d made enough poor decisions regarding men to last her a lifetime.



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.
CONTACT & SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS:

****

Thursday, December 27, 2018

Claiming Mia by BJ Wane #Romance #hotread #suspense




MEDIA KIT FOR CLAIMING MIA
Title: Claiming Mia
Author: BJ Wane
Release Date: November 17, 2018
Publisher: Blushing Books

BUY LINKS:


BLURB
Newly divorced Mia Reynolds doesn’t like
Chief Nolan MacGregor. His
arrogance gets under her skin, but it’s her
body’s instant reaction every
time he levels that cobalt gaze upon
her or hints at giving her what he
keeps insisting she wants that really
gets to her. After her husband’s
betrayal, she’s sworn off getting involved
with anyone, and certainly isn’t
going to trust her fragile heart with
the town’s reformed bad boy.

Nolan wants Mia and refuses to let her prickly
stubbornness stand in his way. Once he entices
her into an affair and shows her the benefits of
submitting to him, her off-the-charts responses
prove he was right all along – she is the one for
him. When his investigation into an illegal drug
ring implicates Mia’s business, he never stops
believing in her innocence. When the Feds go
around him, Mia refuses to believe he hadn’t been
with her just to keep an eye on her and her nursery
for proof the drugs were coming in on the trucks
carrying her landscaping orders.

Mia’s reluctance to trust Nolan completely lands
her in trouble with a drug trafficker and it isn’t
until she is kidnapped that she realizes what her
insecurities and refusal to let go of the past might
have cost her…

Publisher’s Note: This steamy contemporary romance
contains elements of power exchange.


*She insists she doesn’t like him…
….but she craves him with every fiber of her being.


EXCERPT 1 - PG
Thirty minutes later, she stood reaching for a potted vase sitting on the
top shelf in the showroom when the bell over the door pealed.  Before she
could climb off the short stool, hard hands clasped her waist and lifted her
down as if she weighed nothing. Flustered, she looked up, gritted her teeth
and shifted in uncomfortable awareness when her eyes met Chief Nolan
MacGregor’s amused gaze.  Okay, she admitted it wasn’t the man’s physical
appearance she objected to. What woman wouldn’t look twice at a six foot
two, broad shouldered, slim hipped man who wore a Stetson tipped low
enough to draw the eyes to the slit of his cobalt blue gaze?
No, it was the arrogant dominance he wore like a comfortable coat
that put her on edge whenever he entered her place, more so now he
was crowding her against the shelves and making her even more aware
of that ripped body.  She much preferred easy-going, polite men.   
Wishing it was anyone but him, she stated with a huff,
“You’re crowding me, Chief.”
Those sensuous lips curved in a slow smile as he stepped back.
 “I wouldn’t make you so uncomfortable if you’d let yourself cut loose
with me.”  
Damn.  There went that warm flush spreading through her body when he
thumbed back his hat far enough for those enigmatic, blue eyes to zero in
on her with a long perusal.  He made no effort to hide the appreciative trail
he took from her braided, dark brown hair to her sneaker-clad feet. How
one look from him could make her dormant body sit up and take notice
when she didn’t even like the man was beyond her.  She sure as heck
didn’t like it. She’d never been one to be ruled by baser urges, instead
preferring a positive connection with a man or woman before embarking
on a friendship, something that was definitely lacking between her
and the chief.
Shuffling behind the counter, Mia breathed a sigh of relief once
she put the wide, butcher block space between them.  She glanced up,
way up at the only man who’d been able to get under her skin. There
wasn’t one thing she could pinpoint that rubbed her the wrong way;
instead, it seemed to be the uneasy combination of arrogance,
dominance and male magnetism she objected to, and her betraying
body’s response to those undesirable traits.  There was no use
denying the way her pulse spiked under the slow stroke of his ice-blue
eyes that was as potent as a caress, a reaction she should be used to
by now since it had been occurring from the moment she first set
eyes on him kissing that woman all those years ago.
“Thanks, Chief, but I have enough on my plate right now to keep me
from even thinking about being added to your long list of conquests,”
she returned primly, ignoring his taunting smirk.  “Thank you for
your order. Trish has it ready for you.” She pulled the vase forward.
“I didn’t peg you as the type to listen to small town rumors, Ms.
Reynolds.”  He nodded at the colorful arrangement. “Nice, thank
you. I’m glad I caught you in.”  The way he drew out Ms. Reynolds
in a slow drawl hinted he knew about the finalization of her divorce.  
He and every other citizen in Whitetail.
Reaching into his breast pocket, Chief McGregor pulled out two tickets
and slid them across the counter toward her.  Tilting his hat back even
further, he offered her a better view of his rugged face bronzed by sun
and wind and capped with coal black hair tinted grey around his
forehead.  “You haven’t paid these.”
“I’m sorry, I’ve been so busy, I forgot.”  Picking up the parking tickets,
she winced at the fines.  Her habit of pulling over and parking wherever
it was convenient to expedite her errands resulted in a parking fine more
often than not.  That was just one of Pete’s constant complaints that went
along with her always being in a hurry. “I can come in later this afternoon
and take care of them.”


Leaning on the counter, he replied in that deep voice that never failed to
curl her toes.  “See that you do. Or, better yet, don’t. Now that you’re
officially free, it’ll give me a good excuse to offer you a choice of
consequences.”  
The corners of his mouth kicked up in another smile, but she couldn’t
miss the hint of a threat behind his words that set her heart to hammering
with uncertainty.  That didn’t concern her near as much as the sudden warm
gush between her legs. She didn’t even like the man, for pity’s sake, and she
really didn’t care for his forward insinuations.



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.
CONTACT & SOCIAL MEDIA LINKS:




Anita

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Bound by Two by #BJWANE #BDSM #VirginiaBlueboods



Title:  Bound By Two, Virginia Bluebloods Christmas Novella, Book 5
Author:  BJ Wane


Buy Links:    

Blurb:
After overhearing her husband and doctor plotting against her, Danielle Morrison flees her home in West Virginia. A few weeks later, after finding a place to lay low for a while in Richmond, she ends up stranded in an unfamiliar parking lot one night. Two caring, protective and dominant men come to her rescue then offer her a glimpse into a lifestyle she never imagined would be for her. Soon she can’t resist either man or the sexual exploration they offered her, but will her secrets jeopardize her new relationships as well as her freedom?
Dale Evans and Eli Jackson have been best friends since serving in the military together after discovering they both had a penchant for BDSM and a love of ménage in common. Neither can resist the pull of Dani’s vulnerability, fear and open curiosity about their lifestyle, but their every effort to learn more about her over the next weeks is met with unbending resistance. After learning part of what she was keeping from them, they back away from her in anger and disappointment only to return too late. Will their mistake cost Dani everything, or will they come to her rescue in time to save her from her husband’s threats?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, elements of BDSM, power exchange and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.


Excerpt:
They bundled her up and drove her back to Eli’s loft where they stripped her and tucked her tired, sore body into his large bed.  Dani felt the bed dip then the press of their naked bodies against her sides before drifting off into sleep.  For the first time in ages, she slept the night through, but woke to just one hard, naked body pressing her down into the soft mattress.  She went to wrap her arms around Dale’s broad, smooth shoulders but instead discovered them bound above her head, her helpless state making the decision whether to stay or go easy. 
With a low chuckle, Dale nipped her chin, saying, “Good morning, sweetie.  Do you need the restroom before we begin?”
“What?  Oh, n… no, oh God.” 
Sliding down her body, he grabbed an extra pillow, gave her a one-word order to “lift” then shoved it under her very sore butt.  Watching wide-eyed, waiting in breathless anticipation for his next move, she swallowed audibly when he clasped her right ankle, spread her leg and cuffed it to the bed post before doing the same with her left.  Lying spread eagle with her hips elevated put her pelvis on display, and when he tugged her light curls on his way back up, she wondered if he preferred her bare like the women she had seen at The Warehouse. 
“Fuck but you look awesome spread out like a mouth-watering feast for me to dine on.  Too bad I don’t have much time to drag this out for long.”
“I… I don’t mind… quick,” she managed to get out as he started his feast at her breasts, at first surprising her with his soft suckling.  After feeling how tender her nubs were from the nipple huggers, she soon became grateful for the lighter touches that soothed as well as aroused.
“I’ll go easy, but ever since I watched Eli fucking you yesterday, I’ve just had to have you.”


Be sure to check out the other titles in the Virginia Blueblood series while they’re on sale!

Connect with BJ:

Monday, August 29, 2016

Blackmailed by BJ Wane #NeverendingTour #Spanking


Media kit for Blackmailed
TITLE:  BLACKMAILED, VIRGINIA BLUEBLOODS SERIES, BOOK 4
RELEASE DATE:  JULY 14, 2016
PUBLISHER:  BLUSHING BOOKS
GENRE:  EROTIC SPANKING ROMANCE

Thank you for having me today.  BLACKMAILED ends my four book Virginia Bluebloods series with Wes’s story.  I’m so thrilled with the success of this series-readers wonderful comments have made the past year of hard work worth every moment!  All four titles can be read as stand-alone books, but, of course, I recommend reading all four!

BLURB:
 Charlotte Heffington can no more ignore Wes Montgomery's coercion into a short affair than she could forget the erotic experiences he gave her their one night together.  After several exciting, pleasure-filled trysts, she starts questioning whether she would be able to walk away unscathed and accept the future her cousin has mapped out for her or be left to crave the pleasures only Wes could give her.  When Wes turns on her, she’s finally had enough of others manipulating her life and vows to take control of her future.
Wes swore off relationships after a betrayal left him bitter towards women, but he reluctantly finds himself drawn to a woman who looked completely out of her comfort zone when she walked into a downtown bar one Friday night.  After caving to her inexperienced come-on and his uncharacteristic response, he spends an unforgettable night with her.  A week later, a chance meeting reveals her true identity and he feels taken in all over again.  In a rash move, he blackmails her into an affair that turns the tables on him when he finds himself feeling things for her he’s never felt for another woman.  Hearing she’s engaged shatters his belief in happily ever after again and his angry tirade when he confronts her separates them on a bitter note. 
After learning the truth, Wes tries to make amends, but when that fails, he resorts to drastic, pleasurable means to convince her to give him another chance, but will it be enough?   
Check out these other titles in the Virginia Blueblood series:  Blindsided, book one, Bind Me To You, book two and Surrender To Me, book three.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains the spanking of adult women, explicit sexual scenes including BSDM. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

EXCERPT : This scene takes place in a hotel elevator on their way to her room for a one-night stand.
“Did I mention I insist on being in charge?  Like this.”  He took her mouth again, his assault deep and hard, her response quick and eager.  Slipping his hand under her skirt, he caressed up her smooth thigh until he reached a surprisingly full, soft buttock.  With his mouth glued to hers, he kept her busy with his tongue as he delved inside her panties and lowered them to just below her ass.  Then got her attention with a hard swat on one buttock.
Surprise more than the sudden sting from his slap had Charlotte jerking her head back, the warmth spreading over her cheek matching that covering her face.  “What was that for?” she asked, praying her voice didn’t reveal the shocking pleasure spreading from her tingling butt down to her sheath.
“A little example of what I’ll do if you don’t give me the control I’ll insist on when we get to your room.  Think hard and fast-what the hell is your name?”
She couldn’t help it.  She giggled like a teenager on her first date instead of a grown woman about to have raunchy sex with a complete stranger.  “Charlie,” she told him, liking the sound of her abbreviated name, and liking him, gruff exterior and all.
Pressing the Start button on the elevator panel, he responded with a wry grin tugging the corners of his mouth.  “I’m Wes, and,” he squeezed the buttock he slapped, “if you don’t want those doors to open on your exposed, red ass, I suggest you answer me.  Fast.”
Charlotte could think of only one way to respond to the rough urgency she heard in his voice, the same rough urgency spreading through her, brought on by that stimulating smack and threatening to send her spinning out of control soon.  “Yes, I’m sure.”

BUY LINKS:

CONNECT WITH BJ:

QUESTIONS:
Are you working on a new book right now?
I have just finished an erotic spanking/menage suspense and am starting a Virginia Bluebloods Christmas novella next.

How many books have you written? Are they all spanking fiction?
Blackmailed was my 20th book!  All of my books contain erotic spanking scenes.
What inspired you to write your first book?
I had been reading spanking erotica for a while and finally got tired of reading the same thing over and over-bratty girl gets punished, complains and cries through spanking then acts up again and again.  I wrote Susie’s Awakening to show the difference between erotic spanking and disciplinary spanking.  Even though I’ve written numerous scenes where the spanking started out as a punishment, it always turns into erotic foreplay, most times surprising my female character with her response to the stimulating pain.

Do you have a specific writing style?
Yes-I include both the male and female character’s points of view when writing, most times in the same scene.  In the ten years I’ve been doing this, I’ve only received 2 negative comments-all other reader & reviewer comments on this style have loved it.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
The book I just finished-still untitled!- is about a sister determined to find clues to her sister’s disappearance and the sheriff and Scotland Yard detective who don’t want her interfering with their investigation.  Not only can she not resist getting involved, she also can’t resist either of these guys or her response to their means of keeping her line!
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
Dialog.  I’m a quiet person by nature-would rather listen than converse-so I struggle with dialog, especially lengthy conversational scenes.

Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
Linda Howard-she is so good at blending suspense, romance, humor and hot sex scenes!  I get it all with her books.

Do you have to travel much concerning your book(s)?
We traveled extensively when the kids were younger, both throughout the states and abroad and I was a military brat and lived in several places growing up.  I pull on those experiences mostly for my locations.

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Thank you!  I love hearing from you-both good and bad.
What were the challenges (research, literary, psychological, and logistical) in bringing it to life?
In Blackmailed, as well as the rest of the series, I chose to challenge myself by giving the female character’s difficult physical challenges to work with.  In Blindsided, Eve is blind; in Bind Me To You, Camille has dealt with a stillborn baby and cruel rejection from its father; in Surrender To Me, Shea’s story was the hardest as she needed pain to divert her from her OCD; and in Blackmailed, Charlotte led an over-protective, sheltered childhood because of childhood leukemia.  These made for huge challenges when it came to deciding on the erotic content-which I enjoyed but not sure I can be as successful if I try anything similar again! 
What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?
My favorite chapters are always the first and last.  I love the initial challenge and excitement of that first meeting-and first spanking!-and, of course, the moment when my couple has resolved all their differences.

A FEW PERSONAL INSIGHTS:
If you were attending a Halloween party, what would your costume be and why?
Raggedy Ann because my husband and I’s first part we attended as ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ we went as Raggedy Ann & Andy-wonderful memory.
Are you a morning or night person?
Morning-I crash early!
What is the best thing you have done in your life?
Married my husband and had our daughters.
What are your favorite hobbies?
Reading-DUH!-and I love working puzzles of any kind.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
No, but I do believe in lust at first sight!
Does Prince Charming exist?
Yes, I’m married to him.
Do you use a pseudonym? If so how did you choose it?
Yes.  BJ are my initials and Wane is my husband’s name (Wayne).

Thanks for sharing,

Anita