A Debt Repaid (Retaliations #1) by N. Isabelle Blanco ~ #ASMSG #ContemporaryRomance

ADRTitle: A Debt Repaid (Retaliations #1)

Author: N. Isabelle Blanco

Genre:  Erotica/ Contemporary Romance

Expected Release Date: 2.14.14



Lex  Talionis (n.)–   The law of retaliation, whereby a punishment resembles the offense committed in kind and degree.
Two wrongs. One right. He met her under the worst circumstances. She was still married. To the man who’d stolen from his company. But none of that would matter, because Chase would have her. At any cost. 

To Chase Blaine, it really was that simple. Douglas Colton had stolen millions from Chase’s company. He had to pay. Chase had every intention of cornering the bastard and making sure he ended up in jail. Then he came face-to-face with Douglas’s wife, Aria. One look at her changed all his plans, warping them into a much darker and perverse plot to get his revenge.
He would offer Douglas his freedom…in exchange for a single date with his wife. To a man like Chase, a man that hadn’t truly felt emotions in a long time, Aria’s presence soon became more addicting than a drug. A problem considering that she might never forgive him for blackmailing her, despite the fact that at times she seems just as unwillingly fascinated by him as he is by her.

Goodreads Book Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16079601-a-debt-repaid

About the Author:

nisabelleblancoN. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.
An avid reader in her teens, her fascination with Japanese anime eventually led her to the universe of fan fiction, which became her on-again, off-again hobby for the next ten years. During that time she amassed a following of fans that, by her own admission, she would never be able to live without. It was those fans who encouraged her to step beyond the fan fiction realm and try her talent in the publishing world.
N. Isabelle Blanco now has three novellas and two full-length novels under her belt, and spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.

Website: http://www.houseofmalfunction.com

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6444266.N_Isabelle_Blanco

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/nisabelleblanco

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Nyddi


The Awakening: Book One of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld by Shakir RaShaan ~ #Dec #Erotica #ASMSG

TheAwakeningCover2bAn erotically charged journey inside Atlanta’s African-American Fetish/BDSM community. The first in the series revolves around an African-American dominant couple, Ramesses and Neferterri, and their submissives, told in a conversational style.
“What goes on in the Palace, stays in the Palace…”   Life seems well within the “Nubian Underworld” of the ATL, as Ramesses, his wife Neferterri, and their submissives are at the center of what can only be described as “paradise” by those who have seen the debauchery within. Amenhotep, Ramesses’ mentor, is on the verge of bringing in his newest slave to reside with him at the Palace, and the entire community has been invited to witness the decadence of the grounds and the libidinous nature of the guests in attendance.
Unfortunately, life is not always a bed of roses… sometimes the thorns must be felt.   All hell breaks loose when Ramesses and Neferterri begin losing their submissives for a variety of reasons, and Amenhotep gets caught up in a sting operation that makes the local news and threatens to blow the lid off of the Atlanta Fetish community that thrives on the anonymity that is enjoyed by all. Despite it all, everyone in the circle is there for one another, no matter the consequences.   The Awakening: Book One of the Chronicles of the Nubian Underworld is a journey inside Atlanta’s African-American Fetish/BDSM community, and the ties that bind the principal players of this exciting new series. With its twists and turns and surprises along the way, it is sure to become an “awakening” for any who dare to journey to the “Dark side.”
I honestly thought it was safe to enjoy a decent night out.
            After coming out of the private area, I ran into a confrontation I didn’t expect to find. At the base of the stairs, Ramesses was in an intense discussion with a Dominant I could tell was not thrilled to be in my Beloved’s company. But that’s nothing new, it’s not like we get along with everyone in the community. What caught my attention was the submissive at the Dominant’s side.
            jamii, our former submissive, stood in the midst of the dungeon, in a heated conversation with Ramesses.
            I made my way over, with Kitana and Damian at my sides, to see what the problem might have been.
            My Beloved seemed to have his demeanor under control, considering the guests were all around us enjoying the night’s festivities. It was this Dominant jamii was with who seemed to be coming unglued.
            “Just admit that You weren’t man enough to keep this lovely piece satisfied, Ramesses.” I overheard him say as I walked up.
            Ramesses felt my presence behind him, but that didn’t stop him from firing back, “Just admit that this lovely ‘piece’, as You describe her, is happy with You, regardless of what she might have told You went down within the House.”
            “My name is Sir Xavier, Ramesses.”
            “Then tell me something, Sir Xavier,” Ramesses continued. “How long have You known
our former?”
            “About two months.”
            “Figures.” Ramesses glared at jamii, but Sir Xavier tried to divert his attention back to the source of the tension.
            “What the hell does that have to do with the fact that Your sub collecting ass can’t keep all Your subs happy?”
            I started to jump in, but Ramesses grabbed my hand. “Relax, Beloved, it’s obvious that our former has been a bit upset about the turn of events of the past couple of months, and she felt the need to have a champion for her cause to teach Me a lesson. Is that about right, submissive?”
            “my name is now isis, Sir.” She really was trying hard to disrespect, even when Ramesses was trying to keep his calm. “i would greatly appreciate it if i were addressed as such, Sir.”
            “I will address you in whatever manner I see fit, submissive, until you remember your place,” Ramesses bellowed loud enough for a few people to hear him. “I do not care who you submit to now, WE taught you better than this insubordination you are showing now. Right now, you’re acting like a common trick off the street. Do you really want Me to treat you accordingly?”
            “You will not treat her as anything I do not allow You to treat her as, Ramesses.” Xavier tried to step between Ramesses and isis, thinking his chivalry in defending his lady’s honor would endear him to the crowd.
            Big mistake…
            “Oh, don’t worry, Sir, I don’t think You could treat her as anything she would allow You to treat her as.” Ramesses stared him down, moving into his personal space, challenging him like they were on the street. “Where did You come from anyway, who vouched for you to even be on
the grounds?”
            “At least I am submitting to a real Dominant…” came flying out of isis’ mouth out of the blue. The point of no return had been reached.
            The next sound the guests in the basement heard was a loud THWACK!
            The next thing those who bothered to turn around to be a witness to was a sight that even shocked Amenhotep…and it took a lot to shock Amenhotep.
            isis was on the ground holding her cheek looking up at a severely irritated Lord Ramesses. He stood over her with a scowl on his face that scared the hell out of me and Kitana.
            Sir Xavier looked like he wanted to protect what was his, but one look from Ramesses stopped any ideas that he might have had there. Looking down at isis, he still felt the need to make some attempt at protecting her.
            He swung at Ramesses, catching nothing but air. The next two punches belonged to my Beloved, catching Xavier on his jaw and the back of his head, dropping him to the floor face-first.
            As much as the crowd tried to remain composed, the oohs and ahhs rained down on the scene as all play scenes stopped in favor of the drama surrounding the new Lord of the Palace.
            Amenhotep stepped forward, staring down at Sir Xavier. He shook His head, wondering for a moment what made Xavier try to take things to the next level.
            “You, Sir Xavier, are no longer a welcome guest upon these grounds. You and Your property are free to leave on your own, or I can have security escort you from the premises,” I heard Amenhotep say to Xavier amongst the silence. “Understand the events of this evening are of Your doing.”
            “You mean to tell me that You are going to allow a Dominant to hit a submissive in Your
domain, Master Amenhotep?” isis pleaded, still on the ground nursing the bruise on her cheek.
            “you are the last person to question Me, woman.” Amenhotep scolded. “Or would you like for the rest of the guests in here to know the reality of your disrespect towards the House of Kemet-Ka upon your requested release?”
            isis looked up at Sir Xavier, who had a confused look on his face, and then at the throng of guests now making their way towards the commotion, and all of a sudden the leverage she thought she had had all of a sudden disappeared.
            “What is Amenhotep referring to, isis?” He asked of his submissive.
            Ramesses saw the result of the misdirection that had befallen Sir Xavier. The flash of anger in his eyes was evident, and almost like someone had flipped a switch, Ramesses calmed down. He realized the woman Sir Xavier thought he knew was nothing more than an opportunist. The confusion over whether to protect her honor was evident on his face.
            “Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the interruption in the festivities,” he started. “Would anyone like to vouch for Sir Xavier and isis? It seems that they have managed to attend a private affair without the ability to name the persons who claimed them as their guests.”
            Silence for nearly two full minutes.
            “Well, since no one wants to claim these two as guests, then I must ask security to escort them from the premises. Ramesses has spoken.” He headed upstairs and out of our line of sight as the security personnel executed his order.

Exit Strategy – Coming Soon! Seriously :) #OCT #EROTIC #ROMANCE #ASMSG #50SoJFBook2

Coming soon stampAfter several false starts borne out of amateurism, failing health, demanding work schedules, writer’s block and a whole lot of other craziness I had no control over, I finally have a finished product for Exit Strategy. This weekend it will be placed into the hands of a select few pre-readers (I’m only limiting the number so much because I won’t have time to compile all the feedback for the group I have, so please don’t be offended if I can’t let you pre-read this time around), then if what they say is mostly good, my goal is to have a product in retail outlets by October 29th! The pre-readers for me, are like a focus group for books, for wont of a better way to describe them. I’m going to take what they say to heart and if they’re not telling me to write 90% of the book over, you’ll see the next book at the end of this month.

I was ruminating over the journey I’ve taken as a published writer and realized that it was exactly one year ago, October 31, that Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever hit the virtual shelves. I was very nervous because I knew the story would be loved or hated, and there was a contingent of folks on GoodReads who spewed the hate before the book actually became available which led me to wonder, “what the hell have I gotten myself into?” However, shortly after that, the book was embraced by several book clubs and the rest, as they say, is history. Since last October, Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever has continued to be enthusiastically purchased by readers who are discovering it slowly by word-of-mouth. I have not discovered the magic bullet for becoming a bestseller, yet, but I’m very appreciative to all my readers who took a chance on a poorly named book and series that they have grown to love.iStock_000004061987XSmall

Exit Strategy, Book 2 of the Ghetto Girl Romance Quadrilogy has been a true labor, as well as a labor of love. It has taken the better part of a year to get here, primarily because I am a laboriously slow writer, and secondarily for all the reasons I named at the beginning of this post. The creative process is not always my friend, and probably for six of the eleven months it has taken to get this book completed, I experienced the worst writer’s block known to man.

If I were one who gives up easily, I would’ve canned this project a long time ago, but failure is not an option for me. I had to move in the direction of getting this book to you, even though I embarrassed myself several times by setting release dates that were unachievable for various reasons. So, when I finally wrote the words THE END on my manuscript, I felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment. As I promised you when the book was not completed in the summer, I said I would not give you another date unless I was sure the book would be imminently published. We have reached that point, ladies and gentlemen, and I’m very pleased and proud to be on the precipice of bringing you EXIT STRATEGY!!!! If you want to be among the first to know when the book is live on the various platforms (Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, Kobo, Sony, iTunes, ARe), please sign up to be notified via my Mailing List.

Developing a Strategy

Now, to those bloggers, authors, readers, and Facebookers who have signed up to participate in my cover reveal and book release, I will be contacting you via email with the information you will need to share these occasions for me. The following is the contact form where you may sign up if you haven’t already: LV Lewis’s Mailing List.

Readers, if you have Facebook and/or Twitter, even GoodReads, you can help me in this by getting the word out to your friends and family who are readers. So, please don’t hesitate to sign up to participate in either the cover reveal, Book Cover onlythe book release, or both. You all know what the old cover looks like, so I’m going to post it here just for kicks and giggles. However, the masses will get to see the new cover created by the gorgeous and talented Ms. Kristy Charbonneau, at Covermecreative.com, on Tuesday, October 22nd.

There is also a GiveAway that I have neglected horribly, and the numbers were not reached in order for me to award prizes. That giveaway is here:  LV Lewis’s Giveaway, and if you still want to participate, there are fourteen days still left for us to meet the numbers, but you’ll have to sign up for my Mailing List and/or purchase the Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever audiobook, which is FREE on Audible.com with a 30-Day trial.

If you love Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever, now is the time to purchase the audiobook, featuring the incomparable Ms. Marie Hélène, whom many of you have met on The Block or around Facebook, then when Exit Strategy is recorded, you’ll already have an Audible account to purchase it, as well.

Et tu, Brute? Or Exit Strategy and Mailing Lists ~ #ASMSG #50SoJF #Erotica #Romance

the-death-of-julius-caesar-c-l-doughtyFriends, Readers, and Lovers of Keisha Beale and Tristan White! Hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear. Believe me for mine honor that there will be a Book 2 of the Ghetto Girl Romance Quadrilogy!

Albeit late as hell, the book is coming. Well, you know Brutus’s speech didn’t take this trajectory when he presented it in Act 3, Scene 2 of Julius Caesar after taking part in Caesar’s murder (I was that geek who totally paid attention in high school Literature). Also, contrary to popular opinion, I’m not trying to kill you all by making you wait so long. In the words of the famous anonymous person who said it the first time: Life happens! And it happened to me in an abundance–which gives new meaning to the phenomenon called Murphy’s Law.

In preparation for the momentous occasion of the release of the second book in the tetralogy, I am doing what many veteran authors have advised me to do, and I just haven’t gotten around to it. I am making an attempt to build a mailing list, because you know and I know, you all don’t come to my blog everyday (not even I do that–unless I’m writing a new blog entry). Also, you don’t stalk me on Facebook, or Twitter, so when Exit Strategy debuts, you might not hear for days. I don’t want you to be that person who doesn’t hear about the new release of the book until weeks later, so it would behoove you, if you want to get a notification the minute the book drops, to join my mailing list.

I know, I know–you think I’m going to spam you with a crapload of unimportant things that you’d just as soon not be privyBook Cover only to. Well, I’m here to tell you, that won’t be the case. In fact, I promise, I won’t even use the mailing list unless I have a release, or some other really pertinent stuff you want to hear, like what the next two book covers will look like, or a guesstimate as to when the next two books (and mine or my alter ego’s future books) will be published. These are the tidbits of information that “try men’s souls,” so I promise, that is the only time you will hear from me if you join my mailing list.

Now, I have Mail Chimp, but I haven’t figure out how to use it yet, but you can bet, once I do, I’ll be incorporating that into sending my infrequent missives to you. So, be one of the avante garde readers of L.V. Lewis’s brand of kink and join my mailing list so you can get up-to-the-minute, real-time information on the release of Exit Strategy. If you are still exited to read the completion of Keisha and Tristan’s story, you will be glad you did this. Trust me.

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Cover Reveal – Illicit Affairs by NJ Cole, Jo Matthews and Bec Rose – #NSFW, #ASMSG, #31WriteNow



Title: Illicit Affairs

Authors: Jo Matthews, Bec Rose, & N.J. Cole

Genre: Erotica

Expected Release Date: 9.13.2013

Being release through Malfunction Erotica. Cover reveal was organized by Malfunction Erotica. 


Illicit Affairs

Illicit Affairs is a compilation of three erotic tales with women giving into their darkest desires and pursuing the forbidden.

Unexpected Journey by Jo Matthews

Sarah thought she met her soul mate in Mitch Chandler. High school sweethearts, they married right after graduation. Eight years later, he is a stranger to her and their marriage is on the rocks. In a halfhearted attempt to placate her, Mitch suggests a trip to Hawaii, but schedules a business meeting to write off the expense.

Aaron Johnson, Mitch’s friend and business partner, agrees to help with the presentation and plans are made for all three to go. What happens when Mitch backs out at the last

minute to spend a romantic weekend with his secretary, forcing Aaron’s hand so that he has to accompany Sarah alone?

Will an innocent friendship turn into something more as Aaron’s attraction for Sarah grows? How will Sarah manage when she realizes that Aaron is awakening feelings in her that she’s never felt before? The sexual tension burns hot as these two embark on an unexpected journey that neither are prepared for.


Excerpt – Unexpected Journey:

“I want you, Sarah. I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock while I fuck you. Are you ready for that…for me?” As he was talking, he was tearing a condom open and sliding it over his erection.

“Yes,” I whimpered as I clenched my legs together to gain some much needed friction.

My one word answer seemed to be enough of a response because he moved between my legs and pushed them farther apart. “God, you’re perfect,” he complimented as his eyes drank in my naked pussy. “Every part of you is beautiful.”

He licked his lips and I couldn’t help but moan. Remembering exactly what his tongue could do, I tried to squeeze my legs together. He wasn’t having any of that, though, because he pinned them in place. “Please, Aaron, fuck me already. I need to feel you,” I begged. Was it shameless? Maybe. Did I care in that moment? Hell no. The only thing I cared about was having him inside me.

“Mmm, such a dirty mouth, Baby. I’ll make sure to put that to good use later,” he teased as he moved to hover over me. “But for now, this pussy is what I’m interested in.” His words got me even wetter, and the anticipation of feeling him inside me had me at my boiling point.

Luckily, the wait was over and he lined himself up with my entrance. Looking directly in my eyes, he slowly slid his length inside me, giving me time to adjust. When our hips met and I thought he was in as far as he could go, he thrust just a little harder. “Oh, God…so fucking full…fuck!”

He started to move within me, and with each thrust it felt like he went deeper. The feeling was heavenly, and I couldn’t imagine it getting any better. I was wrong. Oh, how I was wrong. I had only ever had sex lying flat on my back, so when Aaron grabbed my left leg and lifted it up onto his shoulder, I was a little leary—at least until he thrust his hips forward, hitting me so deep it felt like he was in my stomach. “So fucking tight, Baby. Ungh, does that feel good?”

“Yesssss…oh, God, yes!” I panted as he continued to thrust in and out of me. “Oh fuck! Please don’t stop.”

Before I knew what was happening, my right leg was up on his other shoulder and he was leaning down. I wasn’t aware I was still so flexible, but the way my knees were touching my shoulders proved otherwise. The new position also allowed Aaron to penetrate me deeper, and within three thrusts, I was clenching around him and screaming through another orgasm.

“That’s it, Baby. Squeeze my cock. Fuck, you’re so tight. I’m not…ugh…gonna last.” His movements became erratic, and he sat up on his knees, grabbed my hips, and held me in place as he slammed into me twice more before stilling and collapsing on top of me.

I was breathing hard but feeling euphoric. Nothing could bring down my high. “That was um…good,” I giggled.

Moving off of me slightly, Aaron leaned down and kissed me hard. When he pulled back, he smirked. “Just good? I guess I’ll have to try again.”

About the Author:

Jo Matthews is an Arizona native, where she lives with her husband and son. A stay-at-home mom since 2007, she only recently discovered her love and passion for the written word. When she’s not writing, she’s usually knee deep in editing—an aspect she thoroughly enjoys.

As an editor she has propelled quite a few authors into the published world, and with her skills, has landed several stories on Amazon’s Top Sellers lists.


Hot Summer Nights by Bec Rose

Annie Murphy had the picture perfect life. A beautiful home, a wonderful son, and a husband who adored her. It was every woman’s dream until her husband of over twenty years came out of the closet, leaving her a forty-five year old divorcee struggling to regain her confidence. Needing a distraction, she agrees to allow her son’s friend, Jamie, to spend the summer at her house while working as an intern. When Jamie, the cute female intern she’d been expecting turns out to be Jaime, the hot male intern with abs to drool over, it kicks Annie’s fantasies into overdrive. When she realizes that her desires are not one sided, it’s more than the temperature that causes some hot summer nights.

Excerpt – Hot Summer Nights:

She kept her eyes on mine as she knelt down in front of me. I nearly came just at the sight of her down there, but needed to hold it together. I started thinking about some god-awful things just to keep my composure, not wanting to look like the novice.

Annie licked her lips before she took her eyes off mine and focused her attention on my swollen cock. I don’t think I had ever been that hard before in my life. When she leaned forward, she grinned to herself before licking my cock from tip to base. My body shuddered and I needed to hold on to the railing beside me to stop myself from crumbling to the floor in pleasure.

“Fuck, Annie! God, please.” I was begging for her mouth to be wrapped around my cock, and even if this was the first and last time we would be together, just the memory of her in this position would give me reason enough to jerk off for months to come.

She finally gave in at my insistence and sucked on my throbbing cock, the tip beyond ready to burst. I hissed at the feeling, my head rolling from side to side. I wanted to watch what she was doing but the pleasure she was giving me was so fucking good that I couldn’t help but close my eyes.

I had no idea how or what she was doing, but the overload of sensations just from her mouth was incredible. I had only ever been with high school or college age girls, and clearly, none of them had known what they were doing when giving head.

“Oh, fuck! Annie, you need to stop or I’m going to come.” I had to be honest; she must have felt my cock strain at the pressure, and I knew I was only moments away. Her tongue continued to swirl around the tip as she came up and then plunged back down, swallowing around me, almost taking all of me in.

I felt her nod as I told her, and when I looked down, that was my undoing. Watching her suck on my cock—on her knees in front of me while looking back up at me—was all I could handle. I came hard and pushed myself further into her mouth. She swallowed fast, easily keeping up with the streams of come I released down her throat. Then, after sucking on me once more as if to pull every last drop from my shaft, she released my cock with a pop.

When she stood up in front of me, I had to kiss her. I didn’t care that just moments before she had my cock in her mouth. That simple act had clearly driven me insane. I wanted to fuck this woman more than anything else right then, and I only hoped she felt the same.


Second Chances by NJ Cole

Calla Moretti married her college sweetheart, Bill. Married life was great at first, but as his career had her dropping out of college and moving away from her family and friends, Calla struggled with her role as a wife and homemaker. Stress due to infertility and Bill’s affairs, had the marriage on the brink of failure. When she drives home in the middle of a thunderstorm and spots first a broken down motorcycle, then the sexy rider, she decides to take a chance and offer him assistance. Realizing fate brought her together with a man who could give her the one thing her husband couldn’t—a baby—Calla decides to take a chance. One romantic night, one big lie, will it save her marriage or fill her heart with more emptiness? Will this be the answer to her prayers? In life, are there truly second chances?


Excerpt – Second Chances by NJ Cole:

As the euphoria began to subside, I realized I still had his head in the vice that was my thighs. I relaxed my muscles to release him, but he didn’t seem in a hurry to move. Instead, he lowered his lead slightly and licked at the arousal I could feel trickling from my body.

“God, you’re delicious,” he groaned, pulling back. “I could do that all night, but I have to have you.” Standing at the foot of the bed, he lowered his pants. I was glad he hadn’t turned off the light or I wouldn’t have been able to see the most magnificent cock in the world. It was long and thick and beautiful—if that was even possible.

I drug my eyes from it and looked up to his face to find that he wasn’t smiling. In fact, he looked upset. The color seemed to have drained from his face in the blink of an eye.  I was about to ask what was wrong when he spoke. “I um…I don’t have a condom. I just…well I didn’t know.” He raked his hand over the stubble on his face. “Do you? Of course you don’t. It’s not like someone like you would have…” His words trailed off as he ran his hand through his hair. “I can go and see if there is any place open. SHIT! I don’t even have my bike. I could borrow…”

“It’s okay,” I said softly, interrupting his little rant.

He looked at me, eyes wide. “You mean it’s okay to borrow your car? Or…” he hesitated and dropped his voice an octave,  “is it okay okay?”

Lying back, I pulled him on top of me. “I mean, it’s okay.” I knew he thought I meant I was on birth control; it was deceitful, but it was what I needed.

Settling on top of me, he slid one hand under my back as the other cupped my cheek. “You are so beautiful,” he said, gazing down at me. “I swear I could stare into your eyes all night.”

I whimpered at his words and how genuine they sounded. I’d never felt so attractive in my life. It was impossible to understand why he thought my muddy green eyes were beautiful, but I could tell that he believed what he said.

“God I want you,” he groaned through gritted teeth. “I can’t remember ever wanting anything more.”

His eyes closed as he kissed me gently. It wasn’t urgent like the others; I could tell he was taking his time. As our tongues met, he shifted his weight nudging my legs apart slightly. When he moved his hips, I felt his cock glide in long strokes over the top of my swollen pussy and rub against my clit. I rotated my hips slightly and groaned in response.

His lips left mine as he shifted back onto his knees. With the hand that was under my back, he lifted me slightly and lined me up with his cock. He didn’t reach between us—there was no fumbling at all—he just pressed forward gently, the tip of his erection separating my folds. He stared into my eyes as his throbbing member entered and stretched me.

“Fuck, you’re so small, Baby. Am I hurting you?” he whispered, his lips inches from mine.

I shook my head, unable to speak. It didn’t hurt at all; it felt wonderful. I did, however, mewl in pleasure, causing him to stop his forward movement.

Finding my voice I whimpered, “Please don’t stop. You feel so good.”

“Ungh, I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to,” he groaned, rolling his hips and inching in a bit more. I craved all of him, so I grabbed onto his ass and pulled him to me as I lifted my hips and thrust myself toward him. I yelped in pain as he entered me fully, our hips finally touching. His eyes flashed with concern at my sound, but I smiled up at him. It was painful, but it was a good pain. I’d never felt so full.


About the Author:

NJ Cole is a mid-western girl with a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. Reaching Amazon’s top 100 list in Erotica with Midnight Caller and Landslide, NJ Cole promises to entertain and excite the reader with her newest tales of love, romance, and as always, hot, steamy sex.



Don’t Believe Your Own Press or The Case For Deciding Whether To Read Your Reviews – #31WriteNow – #ASMSG

When I first published my book, I was like a proverbial kid in a candy story when good reviews began to roll in. After a horrible first start at GoodReads, Amazon readers actually reviewed the story, not the title. They also didn’t hate on the fact that I chose to do a parody/pastiche of Fifty Shades of Grey. Any reader who knows anything about form and genre knows that this is allowed. Don’t they? Otherwise we wouldn’t have Ulysses, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, or even Fifty Shames of Earl Grey, just to name a few.

50SoJF - CoverI have an amazing base of readers who get what I was trying to do with this story–put a little diversity in a popular erotic romance and poke fun at some things that, as an African American woman, used to totally piss me off. Like the use of the terms “Jungle Fever” and “Ghetto.” I wanted to show readers that people are not always a product of their environment. You can take the hood out of the girl–well most of it. I also used the pop culture references and the fairies to infuse the story with humor that bordered on the ridiculous, sort of like that old HBO sitcom Dream On.

My goal was to strike a precarious balance in Fifty Shades of Jungle Fever, because I didn’t want to go to extremes on either end of the spectrum. I honestly didn’t want to offend anyone, but I should never have been so naïve. “You can’t please all of the people all of the time” is sage advice, or real talk as we like to say these days.

I found out in short order that my balance wasn’t precarious enough. While for the most part, my reviews skew good, I get the rare one or two rating. Usually these are from people who are 1) offended by the title, 2) rushing to judgment, 3) biased for reasons both known and unknown, 4) determined not to like it because I deigned to spoof Fifty Shades of Grey, 5) editors in their own minds, but really don’t have a clue what bad editing looks like (no, it is not the odd typo). There are other groups, but there are so few of them that don’t get a category.

When you’re a new writer–and a minority of veterans, I understand–you tend to take reviews personally. I decided early on I wouldn’t do this. In fact, when I got my first one rating, I celebrated with a blog post because I felt it was a momentous occasion. That less-than-stellar rating validated me as an author, because I knew that all writers get bad reviews. Some books, as well-written as they are, are not the literary tastes of all readers. Readers feel compelled to tell you and the world when this is the case. That will likely never change.

As I have interacted with other authors, both Indie and traditionally published, I’ve found that writers have varying ways of dealing with reviews. While some read each and every one and let them roll off their backs, some read every one and agonize over them, analyzing the nuance of every sentence and the words contained within. Some writers are deeply offended by bad reviews and others couldn’t care less.

Then there is the camp of authors who don’t read their reviews at all. These are the ones that fascinate me most. Their reasons for doing so vary, but I find most do so for either one of two reasons 1) they don’t want to be that writer who believes their own press (reviews, if you will), and 2) they don’t want what’s there to mess with their creative muse or mojo as we writers like to call it. I am an author who falls in the later camp, but I also find myself torn over this issue. While I want to read all my readers reviews and emails out of appreciation for purchasing and reading my book, I find myself often getting distracted by things that really shouldn’t matter.

Master w WhipOften it is the reviews or emails I don’t understand that keep me thinking about them. Reviews that say things like, “your characters are too ghetto,” or “your characters aren’t ghetto enough,” or “there is too much ebonics in this story (newsflash: there is a difference between ebonics, vernacular, and slang).” I particularly love the ones that say, “this story is poorly edited,” because my story has gone through two rounds of spectacular editing, and if there are any typos in there, they are entirely my fault. It is because my eyes have played tricks on me when I’m going through and accepting and rejecting the changes from my editors. (And if another author or reader notices any of these in my book, please point them out to me.)

However, the granddaddy of them all is the “I could not finish reading this book, but I’m going to give you a one, anyway.” This really doesn’t merit any expounding on because, well . . . it’s like filling out a customer service survey for a product or service you’ve never sampled or experienced. How do you know what your rating would be, since you didn’t really try that product or service?

I had been toying with the idea of not reading reviews at all anymore, but I felt like that would be a slight to the many readers who’ve read and enjoyed my book. So my compromise is this: when I’m in the throes of writing and trying to meet a deadline, I will not read my reviews for fear of stalling my creativity. However, when I’m not working on a deadline or going through a severe case of writer’s block, I will read every review and email I get, because I refuse to let an opinion in the minority negate the validation that so many other readers have given my book.

My Review of The Siren by Tiffany Reisz

the-sirenI have been touting Tiffany Reisz’s The Siren as my favorite book within the genre I write since I read it last fall. Because I discovered it in the middle of writing my second book, I didn’t have the luxury of reading it several times and totally immersing myself in Nora Sutherlin’s world like I would have were I not a writer myself.

I miss the days when I was just a reader. As a reader you can read books over and over again until you either get enough, or desire to read more. With great books, you always desire to read more because you just know you’ve missed something pertinent as you devour the words. The Siren falls in the category of “great book” for me and is one that I will read again and again.

There are many things about The Siren I consider utter genius, which I will attempt to share with you in this review. First of all, I love that the heroine, Nora Sutherlin is an erotica writer who practices the peculiar brand of kink she writes about. She is also a Dominatrix whose clientele lists reads like a veritable Who’s-Who in New York City, and around the world. Although she is a best-seller at thirty-three, Nora is not embraced by the literary world, much like a true-to-life erotica writer we all know and some love today. However, unlike this best-selling erotica writer we know today, Nora Sutherlin agrees to work with a renowned editor to improve her story which is being published by Royal House Publishing.

Editor, Zachary Easton, nicknamed “The London Fog” because of his less-than-sunny disposition, has been assigned by his managing editor, J. P. Bonner to make Nora’s new book the stellar literary work it deserves to be. Zach reluctantly agrees to take Nora on conditionally. As he prepares to leave for the L.A. branch in six weeks, he will work with Nora on the rewrites, but he will decide once the book is finished if it should be published. After a rough start, surprisingly, Nora’s writing impresses Zach, and they work very well together–even through the growing attraction they have for each other.

Although they each have previous relationships (and in Nora’s case, a burgeoning current relationship) that preclude anything other than a physical relationship for them, Zach has assured Nora there won’t be any sex until after the book is finished. Nora rises to the challenge and uses this as her motivation to meet Zach’s deadline. She is also very driven, because she hopes her work will finally be validated by her new publisher.

As drawn to Nora as he is, Zach remains irrevocably in love with his estranged wife, Grace, and he tortures himself incessantly for having lost her. His feelings for Grace continue to exist even though he indulges himself with guilt-ridden fantasies about Nora. While Nora remains irrevocably in love with Søren, the man who introduced her to BDSM, and exercises her Catholic guilt over her feelings for Wesley, her nineteen year old assistant. There is a healthy amount of guilt and secrets to go around for all.
Reisz masterfully develops the characters, peeling layer after layer of their secrets back to reveal exactly who they are. Another facet of the genius of the author is her use of the juxtaposition of the sacred and the profane, skillfully interwoven in a way that one might believe revolting to both the truly religious and the atheist alike, but somehow Reisz makes it all work. She also infuses Nora Sutherlin with that inimitable quality that some women possess which makes other women immediately hate her. I expected to despise Nora by the end of the book, but she and all the other players were written so beautifully, the objective reader can only love them and root for them to be happy. However, because there’s only one Nora and three men (in this book) who are part of her romantic life, someone is going to be hurt.

Nora cloaks her vulnerability in a blunt, unapologetic, in-your-face strength that could be off-putting, but you can’t resist loving her, as all the men in her life clearly do. Zach is taciturn and charming, but tortured by a guilty conscience of his own making. Kingsley Edge is one character I really want to get to know better, but what I saw of him in The Siren was very intriguing. Søren is an enigma, but impressive nonetheless. I had a hard time liking him in the beginning, but he redeems himself in my eyes eventually (and I won’t tell you how, because I’m not going to spoil). And, Wes, the vanilla Christian boy who loves a Dominatrix is absolutely fascinating.

This is one of the most intelligently written books I’ve ever read, bar none. It goes to show that even in the genre of erotica; there are also levels of literary greatness to aspire to, and to be achieved. Tiffany Reisz does this in spades.

The Siren savages your emotions, yet leaves you wanting and needing to have your heart shredded anew; as I’m sure Reisz will happily do again in The Angel, The Prince and coming very soon, The Mistress.

I give The Siren five stars.



Tiffany Reisz lives in Lexington, Kentucky with her boyfriend (a reformed book reviewer) and two cats (one good, one evil). She graduated with a B.A. in English from Centre College in Danville, Kentucky and is making both her parents and her professors proud by writing BDSM erotica under her real name. She has five piercings, one tattoo, and has been arrested twice.

When not under arrest, Tiffany enjoys Latin Dance, Latin Men, and Latin Verbs. She dropped out of a conservative southern seminary in order to pursue her dream of becoming a smut peddler. Johnny Depp’s aunt was her fourth grade teacher. Her first full-length novel THE SIREN was inspired by a desire to tie up actor Jason Isaacs (on paper). She hopes someday life will imitate art (in bed).

THE SIREN was awarded the RT Reviewer’s Choice Award for Best Erotic Romance 2012.

If she couldn’t write, she would die.


Four Tiffany Reisz Books


The Siren – Amazon

The Angel – Amazon

The Prince – Amazon

The Mistress – Amazon

Sneak Peek Sunday ~ Truth, Finding Anna Book 3

Book 3 of the Finding Anna Series by Sherri Hayes.


For the last two months, Brianna has discovered something she never thought she would again. Hope. After the horror of being Ian’s slave for ten months, a fate she never imagined she’d escape, it feels as if she is living a dream. She has freedom she hadn’t expected to have again, and she wakes up every morning not fearing what the day will bring.

There is also Stephan. The man who saved her from the daily torture she had to endure at the hands of Ian and his friends. The same man who makes her heart race with just the thought of him. Life is good.

Outside forces are determined to conspire against them, however. When Brianna’s father shows up on her doorstep, it sends her world spiraling out of control. He brings with him new information about how Brianna ended up in Ian’s clutches, but will it make a difference? Will Stephan be able to find a way to make Ian pay for all he made Brianna suffer?

As Brianna and Stephan try to find out the truth, their relationship is tested. She is forced to face her past head on and deal with the ugly reality of what happened to her. Will Stephan’s love be enough to see her through her newest challenge, or will the fragile trust they’ve built come crumbling down around them as the truth makes itself known.

Available July 25th


Before I opened my eyes, I was aware of himbeside me. He had his arm draped over my stomach. It was warm andheavy, so I knew he was asleep.
I turned my head to look at him. He was lying onhis stomach, his face toward me, one hand tucked under his pillow. This wasonly the second time I’d seen him asleep. The first was shortly after I’d cometo live with him. I’d snuck into his bedroom—without permission—to give him ablowjob. It hadn’t ended how I’d thought it would. Then again, back then I’dknown next to nothing about him. I’d thought it would be what he wanted.Instead of being pleased, he’d ordered me out of his room and proceeded to giveme a lecture on how to thank him.
That morning seemed like a lifetime ago. A lot hadchanged since then. Stephan was no longer a stranger to me. He had helped menot be afraid all the time. He’d also opened up an entirely new world to meover the last two days. Before him, my sexual experiences had been of thenightmare variety. Sex wasn’t something I enjoyed. It was something I hated. Sexhad never been enjoyable for me, and I hadn’t expected it to be with Stephaneither. At best, I’d hoped it wouldn’t hurt like it had before and I’d be ableto endure it for him. What I’d discovered, however, was that I liked it. A lot.
As I watched him sleep, I remembered ourconversation less than a month ago when he’d told me that in some ways he waslike Ian. I still wasn’t sure what he’d meant by that because he was nothinglike the man who used to own me. Stephan was kind. He never forced me to doanything or hurt me just to hear me scream out in pain.
Were there some things he’d had me do that wereuncomfortable? Yes, lots of times. Talking about all the things that hadhappened to me wasn’t comfortable. Neither was sleeping on the floor. But afterall that I’d been through, they were minor things. He always explained why hewas doing something, letting me know there was a purpose behind the discomfort.
With every day that passed, I became moredetermined to please him, to be what he needed me to be. Sex had ended up beingan extremely pleasurable surprise. He’d given that to me. In return, I wasdetermined to give him what he needed.
Movement drew my attention back to his face. Heopened his eyes and smiled.
“Morning, Brianna,” he said in a groggy voice.
“Morning, Sir.”
Books 1 and 2 available now.



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My Review of With Benefits by Christopher Bynum

with-benefits-promo-kyle-britt-01Britt Chandler a doctoral scientist and Kyle Michaels an IT Director meet when they are both in what soon become unsatisfying relationships. They have an immediate chemistry which they don’t act upon, because they are good people who try to do right by their significant others even though the sentiments are not exactly reciprocated to them.  As they get to know one another, they find they have quite a bit in common, even though both are gun-shy from a series of failed dating attempts. They strike up a friendship and it thrives because they were both smart kids, and downright nerdy, yet sexy adults who like a lot of the same television shows, music, and movies. Not to mention they have this incendiary chemistry which they tamp down for the sake of preserving that friendship.

Over time and the demise of the relationships they were in when they first met, they lament their inability to perfect the art of dating in the twenty first century. Against the backdrop of hurricane Irene, their relationship takes an intimate turn, which they each had been secretly hoping for unbeknownst to the other.

After an idyllic few days of having their fill of each other, Britt’s ex finally mans-up and calls her out of the blue to discuss his hasty departure from her life to return to his ex. This conversation and a recent hook-up with a guy her best friend Cheryl introduces her to, reminds Britt that she’s made some poor decisions regarding men of late. Because she doesn’t want to make the same mistake with Kyle, she bolts, and they make the mutual decision to be friends who have sex when they’re unattached, because clearly the situations they were in before went sour when expectations weren’t lived up to.


I love how Bynum wrote these characters. They were not predictable, clichéd or over-blown. They were a man and woman deeply scarred by love–first by their parents, and then by partners who didn’t have their best interests at heart. Jaded by relationships having not been what they expected, they decide to be friends with benefits either until something better came along, or this arrangement blew up in their faces, whichever came first.

I challenge you to go on this adventure with Britt and Kyle. You will be surprised the plot doesn’t take the predictable path you think. You will be turned on by their hot sexcapades. And wowed, and thoroughly satisfied by the unexpected turn of events.

I have to admit that this was one of my most highly anticipated books of 2013, and after purchasing it on the day it debuted and devouring it between furious writing of my own sophomore effort, I was not disappointed.

Join us on “The Block,” my Facebook Group Page when we discuss “With Benefits” with the author, Christopher Bynum, on July 28th.

“With Benefits” can be purchased on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

If You Like Quirky, OTT Humor with Your Kink – Have At It!


If You Like Quirky, Over-the-top Humor With Your Kink – Have At It!

As Cynthia Amas launches “Second Acts,” her matchmaking service in Southern California hoping to do for her friends and clients what she can’t seem to do for herself, her own sex life gets more interesting. She handles the needs of her exclusive clients without a hitch, but can’t seem to navigate her own love life, as her irresistible bad-boy ex comes back into her life. These two have a seven-alarm connection so steamy it jumps off the pages. Juggling the aforementioned might be enough for even a regular gal, but Cynthia also has to thwart her mother’s attempts at meddling in her business. Her first client and new BFF who owns a Beverly Hills dog-grooming salon has her own cadre of elite purebred dogs that have either real or imagined gifts that, although comical, really pulled me out of the story somewhat.

Cynthia’s personal life with her mother, her professional life at “Second Acts”, and amorous life with Max begin to converge and cause all kinds of hilarity that will keep you in stitches. I personally, like a story that can be humorous, amorous, and magical all at once, but I’m not sure if Second Acts: Sleeping With Dogs and Other Lovers pulls this off believably. I think the writer may have wanted to draw some parallel through the metaphor of having the dogs in the story to the behavior we sometimes attribute to men, but the way in which the dogs were used in this story didn’t quite accomplish that.

This is a funny, quirky read for those who like a lot of humor with their kink. If you can suspend belief to get into this steamy contemporary romance, then this book is definitely your cup of tea.

BroadLit via NetGalley provided me with a complimentary copy of the book, Sleeping with Dogs and Other Lovers, for the purpose of review.

I give Second Acts: Sleeping With Dogs and Other Lovers 2.5 our of 5 Stars