Tuesday, September 12, 2017

Keeper by Nia Farrell

Your fall intense read:

43,000 words of secrets, discoveries, and D/s. You can find this book here:

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Luke “Mad Dog” McLanahan and Isabella Castellari have a history. Kind of. He’s a member of the Avenging Angels MC and one of four brothers whom she thinks slept with her sister three years ago. Or did they? Nothing is as it seems. Isabella’s world is turned upside down when lies are exposed, truths revealed, and the man she’s been fantasizing about for three long years makes her an offer that she should refuse but can’t.

When Mad Dog recognizes Isabella stranded on a rural country road, remembering her toxic sister, he almost doesn't stop. Seeing her as an end to a means, he brings her back to the Avenging Angels MC clubhouse and quickly learns that she's different—very different—than what he expected. She's a curious innocent, and willing to submit to his domination. But there are complications. A mob boss uncle, protective parents, a traitorous friend, and secrets that have been kept for far too long. Secrets that will either bind them together or tear them apart.

This book has adult content and may contain triggers. Written for ages 18+.

Read an exclusive excerpt:

He couldn’t deny, it was a huge ego stroke to know that he was her first. But she was also Isabella Fucking Castellari. Never Miss Little Italy like her sister, but they shared the same blood ties to the fucking mob.

Of course, Isabella didn’t know that he knew about her crime family connection. He’d been keeping too many fucking secrets for too fucking long. Her sister Krissy and her Uncle Giovanni were just some of many.

Rather than open that can of worms, he chose a safer subject.

“So, tell me.” Reaching, he smoothed her hair back from her face and traced the line of her jaw with two fingers. “Before tonight, did you know that Anna was seeing Richie?”

She sighed softly. “No. I mean, I thought that she was seeing someone, but she always had an excuse. Usually, it was homework, but then we graduated and she was still too busy.”


Mad Dog forced his voice to stay calm. “How old are you, Isabella?” Please tell me you’re not jail bait on top of a mob boss’s niece.

“I turned eighteen on March sixth. Michelangelo’s birthday. And the day the Alamo fell, if you’re into Texas history. How old are you?”

“Thirty.” Twelve years her senior. He rubbed a hand across his face and blew out softly. “Jesus, that sounds old.”

Reaching across, she caught his dog tags, weighed them in her hand, and said solemnly, “You’re not old. You’re experienced. And I’m hoping that you’ll teach me.”

He leveled a look at her. He needed to be honest, at least in this. “Clubhouse life isn’t for everyone,” he told her. “We do things different here. We’re all in the BDSM lifestyle as well as the club. The men here Dominate. The women submit. Did you read Fifty Shades or watch the movies?”

Isabella nodded.

“Well, fuck that shit. That’s not how things are done. You want to learn? We’ll get cleaned up and go downstairs. The lounge is your classroom. You’ll learn things there that they don’t teach in college. Are you signed up to go anywhere this fall?”

“SIU,” she said. “For photography and graphic design.”

He remembered the point-and-shoot he’d found in her purse. “You a shutterbug?”

“You could say that. I took my first picture when I was four. Got my own camera when I was six. I never leave home without one.”

“And the graphic design?”

“You know all those books on my reader? Someone does the covers. Might as well be me. Take the pictures, offer premades and customs. It’s something that I think I’d enjoy and be good at. I’ve already done one for my cousin. She uses a pen name so that no one knows she writes erotica. She tells people that she’s a ghost writer and can’t disclose anything.”

“She had you do a cover? Like, with models? Naked models?”

Isabella bit her lip and coiled a strand of hair around her finger. “Well, it is erotica,” she said coyly.

He wasn’t smiling. She was eighteen, for Christ’s sake. What the hell was her cousin thinking?

“Just teasing!” She traced his lips with the pad of her index finger. He caught it between his teeth and refused to give it back until her eyes had gone smoky and her thoughts were disjointed. “She, um…” Isabella cleared her throat and tried again. “She dressed up like a cheerleader. The cover shows her chest and midriff. You…um…you can’t see her face.”

“Paperback or just e-book?”

“Both.” She smiled with quiet pride. “I have a copy, if you’d like to see it.”

“I would.” If they were going to try and make a go of this, he needed to know what she was doing. What she had planned. Then he’d expand her horizons where he could.

“And the graphic design—apart from the book covers. Can you draw?”



Her brow scrunched. “Yes? Some? That’s not my—”

“Sweet. You could learn to tattoo.”

“Wait. What?” She looked at him, confused. He’d gone too fast and lost her. Now she was trying to get her bearings.

He shifted gears. “How about a summer job? You working anywhere?”

“No. I’m taking two online classes. Getting some of the required subjects taken care of so that I can immerse myself in the good stuff come fall.”

“The club owns a tat shop. Angel Ink. Flynn will need to see what you can do, but if you pass muster and want a full- or part-time job, he can use the help. Front desk scheduling, answering the phone, checking in deliveries. Normal receptionist-office assistant stuff. He can teach you on the side, if you want to learn. Never hurts to learn another job skill, just in case the market for photography tanks, no one’s hiring graphic designers, and your cousin can’t afford what you’re worth.”

That last bit seemed to perk her up. “How do you know what I’m worth?” she challenged. “My professors might think that I suck.”

He begged to differ. “As your teacher, I would say that your oral skills need developed, but the student shows promise. Think you’re ready for your next lesson?”

Mad Dog caught her hand and wrapped her fingers around his half-hard shaft. “Just a hint. The correct answer is yes….”

About the Author

Nia Farrell is a founding member of the Wicked Pens and an award-winning, multi-genre author who is published in romance, erotic romance, nonfiction, poetry, music, and children's books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt. A seventh-generation Illinoisan, she's an old soul and a period reenactor who's been into corsets for centuries, although she wears them more to Civil War events these days. 

Living close to St. Louis, Missouri, on the east side of the river, Nia has been involved in the metaphysical community for over twenty-five years. She is a Reiki Master and crystal healer whose work encompasses this and other lifetimes. In her book Something More (The Three Graces Book 3), BDSM and submission are tools for healing post-rape PTSD. Something More was a finalist for Best BDSM Book of the Year, Ménage Category, in the 2016 Golden Flogger Awards. Find Her, the first book in her latest series, Avenging Angels MC, reached #9 on Amazon’s best seller list for BDSM Erotica.

Her debut books from The Three Graces Series (Something Else, Something Different, and Something More) are kink with a paranormal twist. Soul mates, reincarnation, karmic fallout, shamanism, and psychic abilities come into play. Personal experience and extensive research go into crafting her characters, but it's her sense of whimsy that has made fictional Posey, Minnesota, the ménage capital of the United States with a Monty-Python-themed diner that's central to the plotlines.

Nia was fortunate enough to meet her soul mate early on. She married her high school sweetheart, raised two children, and began writing at her husband's suggestion. She has been published in erotic romance since 2015.

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Monday, September 11, 2017

Taming Lady Lydia

A Regency Lady requires a firm hand…

A new regency spanking romance now available from Felicity Brandon and Stormy Night Publications! This novel is 163,000 words of erotic romance goodness from this award winning author.

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About this Book: When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.

Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.

Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?

Publisher’s Note: Taming Lady Lydia includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

A note from the author: Taming Lady Lydia is the most sensual and potent romance I have ever penned. Lord Markham is the Regency hero I always fantasised about... He’s a strict authoritarian with a loving, tender heart.

Read a naughty Excerpt:

“You can either be a good girl, behave and obey my requests…” He pauses, watching my responses carefully. “Or, my love… you can resist me, try me, and be soundly spanked for your trouble. Do you know which you have chosen tonight?”

I swallow at the question, my hips raising beneath our entwined bodies as though they choose to answer for me. “I have disobeyed you,” I whisper.

He smiles, his brow rising wryly at my comment. “Yes,” he agrees, kissing me chastely on the lips. “And so you will be spanked.”

“I am sorry, Thomas,” I whimper, not really sure if I am truly sorry, or whether I just enjoy playing the heroine to his bondage scene.

He is already moving down my body as he replies. “Thank you, my love,” he replies, and there is genuine warmth in his tone. “But you know the rules. You are to be punished and then you will be pleasured.”

About the Author:

International bestselling & award winning writer of BDSM, spanking erotic romance.

Voted Favourite Historical Fiction, 2016, Golden Flogger Finalist, 2016, and Spanking Romance Review runner-up, 2016.

Founding Wicked Pen writer.

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Wednesday, August 30, 2017

What are YOU reading?

Another story brought to you by the Wicked Pen Writer JC Winchester

The Plot: This is a story about a woman's desire to set up a business for a specific market: sexual pregnancy fetish. After finding the perfect large home and fixing it up new, Mistress Alexis sets out to fill spots for her fetish prostitution ring by interviewing girls who find themselves in need of a stable environment and good homes for their future children. The girls are brought in for testing and rated on their performance by both Mistress Alexis and willing men. After girls have been chosen, they get to work on fulfilling the needs of their clientele, including couples who wish to have children without all the hassle of giving birth, therefor selecting a woman as a breeder. Mistress Alexis keeps her word in taking care of her girls, her clients, and herself.

My Take: Specific fetishes aren't something I search for specifically when I go looking for something new to read, but I found this story fascinating. There's something intriguing about the maternal body that is both beautiful and amazing, and I can understand that although this isn't my personal fetish, how some people may find the pregnant form sexually appealing. This story was creative in writing style, narration, and plot, making me wonder what would happen next. I appreciated the variety of erotic scenes which ranged from vouyerism to anal, menage to ff, and included a range of body types, ethnicities, and personalities. Sexual encounters were believable and entertaining.  

My Rating: My only complaint (my usual complaint about short stories, lol, sorry) is length. I could really see this book being a novel with a more complicated story, but for the sake of a quick read, this a is a good one! There's something for every taste whether the reader is male, female, or other, sure to fulfill every taste. I give this book 4.5 out of 5 swollen bellies!

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Thursday, August 24, 2017

What are YOU reading?

I've recently finished reading "Storyville" by Wicked Pen Writer Maggie May.

The Plot: This is a story of young love blossoming in the most unusual way--one of the lovers is a ghost. The narrator is a young woman who's recently moved to New Orleans to take a new job shortly after breaking up with her former rock star boyfriend.  She meets the beautiful, debonair Jan Baptist, who shows her around the area and delights her with his manners and knowledge of history. After realizing that he only shows up from time to time, and usually around the cemetery that she loves across from, she comes to believe that Jan Baptist is in fact a ghost. This doesn't deter her, not even when he takes her down into a crypt that time travels into the past. She's fascinated and curious. The attraction and desire for this beautiful ghost is strong enough to surpass the knowledge that Jan Baptist is married, bisexual, and dead. All these things seem to enhance her experience, making falling for him a sure thing. After several dates and a mix of various sexual experiences  the whirlwind romance abruptly comes to an end. Jan Baptist has only a limited time to spend with the living.

My Take: The most wonderful thing about this story is the narration. The author's voice is consistent and wonderful to read. Bonus for well placed vocabulary and a clean manuscript. I found the story easy and relaxing to read, engaging, and very creative. I always appreciate stories that surprise me, so when the narrator discovered Jan Baptist had a wife, and that his wife wanted to sleep with her, she went with it to please him, having a good time with it. This happened again in another sex scene when another man was involved. I'm not sure that in reality a person would just go with a ghost or go with a sexual experience after such a short time of knowing someone, but for the sake of fiction, it was entertaining. The sex was graphic enough to arouse but still leave me wanting more. Descriptions were well written and believable. My only criticism of this story would be its length. I would've liked to see a longer romance, more explanation as to how Jan Baptist was able to come into the world of the living, and how the narrator was able to move into the world of the dead and back.

My Rating: I give this story 4 our of 5 sexy ghosts! 

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Monday, May 29, 2017

Cover Reveal: The Queer Collection

It's finally here!

 A compilation of my best short stories is now available in one book! 
This collection includes The Encounter, Compatible Gardens, The Dragon's Gift, and A Place of Permanence. With two gay and two lesbian stories, and heat ratings from sweet romance to spicy hot, there's something for everyone to enjoy.

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Excerpt from "The Dragon's Gift"

A long claw presses against my lips, preventing my words from becoming anything more than unintelligible garble. It’s one of those sensitive places on my body; when touched under the right circumstances by the right person, I spiral into delicious shivers. The sensation penetrates both upper and lower lips like a delicate kiss, courses through my cheeks, and triggers my on button.

And Maxine knows this. We’re friends—we talk about everything from our boring breakfast made by Grandma on vacation in the boonies, to the last person either of us fucked. My triggers are no secret.

I gulp as her claw becomes the flat of her finger, tracing the outline of my mouth and further sending me alight. I want to close my eyes and accept the responses from my body, but my mind tells me I should see who causes them and understand why. But all I see is the dragon and the light of the lantern flickering, appearing and disappearing as the shape of Maxine’s costume continues to sway back and forth, repeatedly blocking it out.

Why knowingly trigger me? Maxine is never cruel, nor does she make decisions lightly. She’s methodical in all aspects of her life, carefully choosing every move before its execution. I think surprise and want to melt into the floor. There could be no greater gift than finally experiencing the touch from the single most desirable person in my life, and no better place for her first experience with the same sex than the private dark under the stage where Maxine has just fabulously performed.

A single clawed digit pushes into my mouth, spreading my lips apart and caressing over the flat of my tongue. I create an O shape around it and curl around her finger. The front of my tongue slides smoothly over her pointed tip as she withdraws, and I enjoy the light smacking sound our actions make from my suction once she’s left my mouth. My mind wanders as I imagine gliding in and out of multiple places…extra-long caresses reaching extra, extra deep… If this is really happening, I tell myself I cannot let her down.

I reach with both my hands to grasp the hand still floating in front of my face. I kiss each knuckle in turn, and then lick the space between her thumb and pointer finger with the tip of my tongue. The texture of the costume is rough in the opposite direction of the layered fabric, and smooth as glass down the other way. I taste something I imagine to be the remnants of the stage makeup she might’ve helped a fellow actor draw on, but it’s the warmth radiating from underneath that lures me further; I want to feel it all over my body. Grasping her hand tightly, I place it over my face, guide it down over my features to my neck, and push into the dip of my shirt collar. I feel the trail linger like a mild burn long after her hand cascades onto my shirt fabric and pauses above my rapidly beating heart.

My eyes closed sometime during the action, but I open them to confess what I’ve always wanted to say, “I want you.”

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

An Open Letter to my Former Publisher: Torquere Press

The following letter expresses my own personal thoughts and opinions and does not speak for all former Torquere Press employees. This letter serves to fulfill my need for closure with the Torqeuere Press issue.

An Open Letter to my former publisher, Torquere Press: 

A part of me that is bitter desperately hopes there is a special, designated circle of hell for those who break their word, but the light inside of me battles this bitterness, wishing to set it aside. We reap what we sow, the past will haunt us, and a higher power will be our eventual judge. I only ever did my best to be a dependable, responsible human being while included in your collective fold of talented authors, editors, proofreaders, and artists, and therefore can with an honest heart say that at the end of this letter I will have washed my hands clean of you. 

What you have done is beyond imaginable. Anger, like mourning, is a process, and I feel entitled to explain this to you. 

You made me promises backed up by legal contracts, encouraged me to submit more work to help Torquere Press grow, and accepted everything I gave you. You “shot the shit” with me on social media, listening to my hopes and dreams, allowing me to spill secrets and express the deepest emotions of my heart. And as our professional affiliation blossomed into friendship, I put my trust in you. I kept my trust in you despite others speaking out against you. I defended you, stood in your corner, and called these others haters. You said thank you, and told me how much my friendship meant. 

But you’re liars. 

These others who spoke negative were not lying. These others were trying to give warning. You stopped paying your authors. You stopped paying me. To this day you still owe me statements and royalties for ¾ of 2016, which I imagine I will never see. You excused yourself with illness, with stress, with being beyond busy, but somehow you were free of time enough to do nothing and make your employees wonder where has all the money gone? You left your readers in the air, unable to download their paid purchases from your website. You let your editors, proofreaders, and artists continue to work on the promise that you could and would be back on track soon. You misled your authors to believe that something was coming when you had no intention of seeing your promises through. And while you failed to pay everyone, you had the nerve to offer me a paid proofreading position—attempting to use me further—knowing full well you could never pay me. There was no warning for your abrupt closure. Never did you give anyone a plan of when or how you would deal with the situation. You chose to ignore us all. But what’s worse than all this is the rampant, uncontrolled abuse of each and every author’s work that you continued to - and still to this day - continue to sell online despite breach of contract on your end, efforts made by authors for reversal of rights, and despite giving some of us our rights back. . What you’ve done is unforgiveable. Our work is part of our soul, and you exploited us. Honesty could have gone a long way... You could have handled this differently, and you chose not to. 

Friends don’t do this. Professionals don’t do this. 

I’ve done all I can. I’ve had my work removed from distributor sites since you neglected to do so. I got myself a lawyer to do all he could for me. I contacted authorities seeking help. There’s little more I can do without filing in small claims court in your state. But this is something I can’t do; I live on another continent. 

That’s right, ladies. You’ve gotten away with it. You’ve collected thousands and thousands of dollars—taken the bread off my table, the shirt off my back, the money for my kid’s college fund—and done God knows what with it. 

I’ve never felt so betrayed. I lost my faith in people. I lost my faith in publishing. What’s worst is that I lost faith in myself, feeling blind and ignorant. I haven’t been able to write more than a few dozen words for months because you soiled my creativity, dragged me to a dark place where I couldn’t breathe. 

But I can’t be bitter about it anymore. I have to move on. My work is online again, and I’m now part of a talented group of authors who cross-promote their work together. I’m making new friends—trustworthy friends. I will write new stories that you’re not a part of and which you cannot steal from me. My spirit will heal, is healing. 

I’m done being angry, sad, and creatively destroyed. I’m done wondering about how you live with yourself. I’m finished wasting another thought on you two duplicitous women. But I’m not sorry in admitting how I’m comforted in knowing that your names are mud, you failed as honest human beings, and that any other universe-directed comeuppance heading your way will be undoubtedly justified. It’s out of my hands now. My hands are clean. 

Your former writer, 

Angora Shade

Thursday, April 20, 2017

New Short by Felicity Brandon

Looking for something new to read? Then get your FREE copy of the Wicked Pen Writer's latest anthology Behind The Mask. This new release will come available April 28th. Don't forget to stop by Mr. Blackthrone's Dungeon on Facebook for the Anthology Release Party Event taking place April 28-30th to hear from multiple authors on their story contributions (members only. Request your membership ASAP). It's sure to be steamy! See you there!

A new short from the talented Wicked Pen Writer, Felicity Brandon, is included: Marta's Desire.

About the story:

When Marta consents to meet Brent one evening, every fibre of her being tingles with anticipation about what will transpire... Marta dreams about being taken over Brent's lap, and spanked soundly, but she has never had the courage to make the fantasy a reality - until now. Will she have the mettle to go through with her first spanking, or will the potent mix of fear and adrenaline win out in the end? Can Marta come to terms with what she really needs, and face her ultimate desire at Brent's hand?

Sneak-Peak Snippet:

I moan over him, unable to articulate the combination of emotions I am processing as the pleasure and pain merge; the sweet ecstasy of his digits inside me, combined with the cruel treatment of my left nipple. I feel myself crumbling as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

Then without warning his right hand is gone and the pleasure is replaced with another hard smack on my upturned buttocks. I wince inwardly as Brent changes tact, and yet even I have to admit that this time the penance feels good. I am well and truly warmed up and love the feeling of his hands on me – in whatever form I can get. Each new strike adds impetus to my aching clitoris, now so desperate for release. That’s not to say that I don’t feel each one though or that they don’t hurt – they absolutely do – but now the pain has become as much my friend as my foe.

About the Author:

Felicity Brandon is an international best selling writer of BDSM, spanking erotic romance. Golden Flogger Finalist, Spanking Romance Review runner-up.

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