Thursday, December 19, 2013

The Naughty List Winner!

I had a great time being on The Naughty List with my fellow authors of Erotic Cravings! I made lots of new friends that I'm eager to hear more from. To all of you, thanks for being naughty with us. I wish you a safe and happy holiday season!

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Monday, December 16, 2013

Making The Naughty List: Darah Lace

The authors of Erotic Cravings have spent 8 Days On The Naughty List! And sweet snowballs, what a good time we've had! Tomorrow we'll announce the winner of the grand prize, a $50 gift card to Amazon or B&N, along with the winners of our books. For a chance to win, follow the Rafflecopter instructions. To win a digital copy of Yes, Master, read about my little elf and leave a comment or question about him.

A Naughty Elf

A little elf whispered in my ear, “Don’t hang your stockings by the chimney with care. Put them on, along with those red stilettos, the matching bustier and mini-skirt. Go be naughty!”

I frowned. Me? Wearing an outfit like that? Ha! He must have been drinking too much hot chocolate! I had, which is why that skirt didn’t fit anymore. But wait, that was reality!

Quick, quick, oh, hurry! I dash across the room and grab the nearest vehicle of fantasy!

Yes! I’m off now. And I’m sleek and long and dressed in red leather!

And hells to the yes! The elf is no longer the same elf whispering in my ear. He’s taller, leaner, a pillar of strength and power. And he's dressed in full Dom gear, a flogger in his large, strong sexy hand.

“You’ve been very naughty.” His voice is deep, lusty. His dark gaze strays from the tippy-toe of my red heels to the polished red tip of my fingernails high above my head. My wrists are bound to the wall, the cold metal biting deliciously into my flesh. I’m helpless…his to do with as he wishes.

I lower my head to hide my smile. I know he likes it when I’m bad.

And that’s how easy it is to be naughty, to get lost in a book, a fantasy. I do it whenever I can, whether I’m reading or writing. In my latest release, Tara must let go of the world she knows and submit to the unknown world of BDSM. She’s very, very naughty and loves every minute of it!

Yes, Master

Tara Sherwood never dreamed she’d let a man put her in chains, call her pet and spank her into submission, or that she’d derive pleasure from punishment. But her future hangs in the balance and the choice is simple—walk away, or kneel at the Master’s feet.

A morsel of decadence that will whet your appetite for whips, bondage and a Master of your own.


A loud pop across the room snapped her head up. The rest of her body jerked but remained immobile, proving the restraints worked and just how vulnerable she was. Oh god, what had she been thinking? She’d never even been spanked before much less whipped.

He was beside her again, a warm hand on her back, smoothing the length of her spine. “Shh, shh, shh.” His palm slid along her hip and over the curve of ass. “It sounds worse than it feels.”

Tara sucked in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She trusted him. She had to, had to do this.

Something tickled the opposite buttock. It felt like dozens of velvety fingers. No, not fingers. Strands of soft leather. She trembled as it shadowed the path of his hand down one thigh, over her calf and back up again then along her back. The tickling continued down her arms until he finally held it for her to see. And seeing the instrument he planned to use on her helped ease the panic.

Funny, she should have been more afraid, not less. Maybe she wanted this more than she thought.

See, Tara is enjoying herself, living a fantasy. I encourage you—no, I dare you—to find your own little elf, let him whisper in your ear. Then go, be naughty!

Darah (always on The Naughty List)

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Sunday, December 15, 2013

Making The Naughty List: Mia Downing

Hi! I'm Mia Downing. The Erotic Cravings authors have been bad girls this year. Of course, you wouldn't want us any other way. To ease the pain of being on the naughty list yet again we've pooled our efforts and we're going to give away prizes to our equally naughty readers! We have one $50 Amazon or B&N gift card for lucky comment leavers! I'm also giving away one of my digital books for your enjoyment. We're going to announce winners on the Erotic Cravings blog and individual blogs Dec 17. Read on for details!

Spy Games Characters Are Making Santa's Naughty List 
There’s no way one of my Spy Games heroes would escape Santa’s Naughty List. Their penchant for sharing women teamed with the notches on their collective bedposts  and Jake’s love of whiskey have pretty much grounded Chase and Jake from the Nice List for eternity. Sort of like breaking a warehouse full of mirrors and you’re out of good luck. All three men love sex and strive to take it to the next level and see how many multiple orgasms they can give their partner. With the holidays coming up, I’d hate to be the one to find them a present. They are rich men who can afford the finer things in life.

So what do you give the spy who has everything for Christmas? A Boink Box, of course!

This is a pretty cool idea for that special guy or gal who wants to experiment and likes a monthly surprise, like my Spy Games heroes. A Monthly Make Out box gives you 3-5 small fun items, like lubes or special condoms. That sounds nice but I would think they’d head straight for the Quarterly Luxury box, with 5-7 toys, lubes and other fun things to spice up an evening. The site has bondage and BDSM gear which would make all three couples very happy.

So far I’ve only mentioned that Chase and Jake are naughty… Well, Aaron may have been on the Nice List for most of his life, but he’s bent on brewing up a whole batch of naughty with Charlotte’s help. The excerpt I chose is one of my favorite scenes from the beach, at night. Aaron has decided he’s going to win a contest, with Charlotte’s help. He just has to convince her it’s going to be worth the effort.

Blurb for Spy Games: Endgame (Book 3 of the Spy Games Series) 
Sexy spy Charlotte Smith doesn't go by the code name Dragon Queen because she's sweet and cuddly. She's cold, hard, and mean and has been training for the past five years to take down the men who destroyed her soul and left her burning for revenge. But when she meets her next assignment at a wedding, her body protests there's much more to life than kicking asses and taking names. Actor Aaron James is witty, hot as hell, and he smells divine. But women with suicidal endgames don't indulge in casual sex, and they definitely don't fall in love.

Since meeting Charlotte at his brother's wedding, Aaron's life has been nothing but trouble. He's plagued by memories of the kiss he stole from her, and he senses underneath her aloof nature and frosty glare is a woman with passion and fire. When Charlotte is assigned as his bodyguard after a botched kidnapping attempt, he's psyched. What better way to get in her panties than have her pretend she's his girlfriend? Until Aaron realizes too late he wants more than in her panties... he want's Charlotte's heart.

Contains: Explicit language, really hot sex, anal sex, toys, light bondage, very light BDSM, an actor wannabe spy and his kick-ass spy bodyguard. 

Very Naughty Excerpt from Spy Games: Endgame
“Let me fuck you with my hand. Here, on the beach.” Aaron slid his fingers inside her tight, wet pussy and pumped as much as her pants allowed. “I should have asked you to wear a skirt and no panties.”

Charlotte couldn’t believe she was letting him fingerfuck her on a beach like she was someone’s girlfriend. His girlfriend. She trembled as he slid her panties and pants down just a bit, so there was more room for his hand. Or rather, hands, because the other delved in to rub her clit and explore sensitive folds.

He removed a hand from her pussy and sucked on one finger, then two. And sighed. “They could bottle this— your taste— and men would never need erectile dysfunction aids ever again.”

“Naughty, Aaron. So naughty.”

He dipped those fingers back in, sliding, thrusting, rubbing her clit harder. “Fuck the mental baggage, Char. Why should you be horny as hell and not get something from this? You gave me bliss. I want the same for you. But if I were going for honest, I’d tell you this is definitely for me.”

“Okay, I’m intrigued. How?”

Aaron dropped his voice to a conspiratorial stage whisper. “We’re going to break a record, baby.”

Fear tangled with desire in the pit of her stomach. “I don’t want to know about this, do I?”

“Of course you do. I need you.” He sank his fingers deeper into her pussy. “We’re going to break the Anderson record.”

“Which is?”

“How many orgasms I can give you before I shoot the moon. Come.”

“Your brothers have discussed this?” Good gravy, Anderson men were pigs. Or… well, the ladies were the lucky ones. So she had no clue what to call them. “And the record is?”

“They’re all stuck at three. Chase included. He’s an honorary Anderson, I guess.”

It should worry her that she knew exactly how many multiple orgasms Kate and Tia had gotten from her two favorite men, but what bothered her more was the end result. She’d never had a multiple orgasm. Ever. She sucked in a breath. “You want to give me four.”

“I was never one to back away from a challenge. So you game? We haven’t gotten one out of the way, and you need clitoral stimulation to get there. So you come, here, we go home and practice the oral route, then…”

“And then?”

“And you let me fuck you, so you get four.”

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Blurb for Spy Games: Trained for Seduction (Book 1) (m/f/m)
A RomCon Reader's Crown Finalist 2013!

Emma Walters didn't choose to be a spy, but when her crazy father was caught selling bombs to the wrong people, she was given a choice--become a spy or rot in jail. Her exciting new life as agent Kate Wells becomes more so when she discovers her new boss is the agent--undercover and investigating her father at the time--who took her to third base. Emma is already half in love with the dark and dangerous Chase Sanders. Kate wants nothing more than for him to finish what he started, but he's the devil incarnate. And one doesn't make deals or fall in love with the devil. 

If someone had told Chase he'd fall in love with a certain virgin when he was on his last mission, he would have shot them dead, sniper style. She was nothing more than collateral damage, damn it. But watching the sexy new spy morph into a bombshell killing machine is too much to bear. So when the powers that be command him to train her in the art of seduction for her first--and possibly last--mission, he's scared witless. Making love to Kate means preparing her for sex with another man. Somehow, Chase has to find a way to get Kate in--and out--of her mission without dying. And without falling in love.

Contains: Explicit and graphic sex, light bondage, light BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, m/f/m, a hot, dominating spy boss and a spunky, bomb-making heroine.

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Saturday, December 14, 2013

Making The Naughty List: Randi Alexander

Have Yourself a Naughty Little Christmas!

Have you noticed all the boxed sets of books available lately? And so many of them are $.99. I have to admit, I love to pick up these boxed sets. You get four, eight, sometimes even twelve full-length books by different authors, and that’s a lot of reading material for a low price!
As I read through the stories, if one of them captures my interest, I’ve just found a new author to place on my favorites list. And I’ve always found at least two authors in the sets from whom I would read other books.
A Naughty Little Christmas 600x400I’m in two boxed sets right now. The best thing about compiling these sets is the chance for me to meet (online) wonderful authors that I otherwise would probably have never gotten to know.
And now, I’m going to plug my holiday boxed set! A Naughty Little Christmas features eight holiday stories: contemporary, historical, multi-cultural, suspense, and of course, cowboy - all for only $.99!
Cowboy Jackpot Series, Book 1
Randi Alexander
Award Winning Novella. A lucky first kiss in front of a Las Vegas slot machine pays off big for bull rider Boone Hancock and college student Gigi Colberg-Staub.
The 19th Precinct, Book 1.5
Ann Bruce
It's cold and snowing and dark when a vice cop meets the perfect woman for him, all the while bad men with guns are chasing after him.
Aliyah Burke
Recuperating in wintery Massachusetts, Heath Dixon gives cold-hating Kassia Green something much hotter to focus on. But can he keep her after Christmas? Like…forever?
Opal Carew
Given one chance to break the curse which has held Angelique in its grip for two hundred years, she is faced with a heart-rending decision. Can she sacrifice Nick's happiness for her own freedom?
Dawn Halliday
In the wintery Highland mountains, Aileen and Niall unleash their forbidden passion. But Aileen is promised to another this Christmas, and the wicked Lowlander will stop at nothing to have her.
Yvette Hines
Even during the holidays a woman can have one reckless night that will change her life forever...especially when the man she was with is determined to prove they belong together.
Christin Lovell
After being apart from each other for a year, Libby and Tyler realize their feelings for one another are more than platonic. Are they willing to risk years of friendship on a chance at love?
Paige Tyler
Hayley Knowles has always fantasized about getting spanked by her husband, Conner. But how can she possibly ever get her husband to do it, especially since she’s too shy to tell him? This is the holiday season, though, so maybe Hayley might get exactly what she wants for Christmas!
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Friday, December 13, 2013

Making The Naughty List: KyAnn Waters

How did Mistletoe come to mean a kiss?

Although many sources say that kissing under the mistletoe is an English custom, there's another explanation for its origin. In Norse mythology there is a story of a loving, if overprotective, mother.

Frigga was mother to the Norse god Balder, the best loved of all the gods. Frigga was the goddess of love and beauty and she loved her son. To ensure no harm would come to him, she went through the world securing promises from everything that sprang from the four elements--fire, water, air, and earth--that they would not harm her beloved Balder.

Leave it to Loki, a mischievous spirit, to find the loophole. Mistletoe and an arrow made from its wood. To make the prank even nastier, he took the arrow to Hoder, Balder's brother, who was blind. Guiding Holder's hand, Loki directed the arrow at Balder's heart and Balder fell dead.
Frigga's tears became the mistletoe's white berries. In the version of the story with a happy ending, Balder is restored to life and Frigga is so grateful that she reverses the murderous reputation of Mistletoe, making it a symbol of love and promising to bestow a kiss upon anyone who passes under it.

So hang some mistletoe and pucker up!

Information gleaned from numerous online searches for mistletoe lore.

 Now for a naughty excerpt from the Naughty List.

T’was a week before Christmas and Mrs. Claus conspires. Proposition Jack Frost to give Santa his greatest desire…

The deviant Dominant Jack Frost can be good…very good. But for being so good at being so bad, Santa keeps him on the naughty list. What would Jack do to get on the good list? Kidnap Santa? With the help of Mrs. Claus, Jack could force Santa’s submission and give him the one thing he’s always wanted—to be on the naughty list himself. Then Jack could show Santa just how very good he can be.

Adult excerpt

Jack tugged on the black buckle of Santa’s belt. “Come into my workshop—my toy shop. We’re going to play.”
Adrenaline like molten lava, blazed through Santa. Jack’s workshop wasn’t like the brightly lit jovial environment where Santa and his elves put in their fifteen-hour shifts. His gaze darted around the spacious room in the secluded log cabin. Instead of rustic comfort, Jack’s lair was a den of iniquity. Tools for torturous pleasures lined wooden shelves along the wall. Chairs, benches and machines were situated around the room. Santa swallowed hard, the collar biting into his neck. His heart pounded. He’d seen this room many times in his magic snow globe—when he was checking to see if Jack were being naughty or nice. Santa fought to keep from glancing to the far corner, the corner hidden in shadow.
Santa slowed his breathing, tried to keep from becoming aroused, but he knew what hid in the darkened corner—a padded bench. A BDSM bed. Iron girders built the frame. An iron canopy offered fasteners for wicked delights. Straps, belts and bindings. Cuffs, chains and torturous tools. Would Jack leave him bound to the bench, keep him immobile while Jack sucked his dick, or fucked him with the machine. No, Santa wouldn’t be victim of Jack’s deviant machinations. Santa didn’t want to want in the corner, locked to the table, his ass exposed and the fucking machine ramming into him. But he did.
In the center of the room, Jack positioned Santa. “Don’t do this,” Santa begged.
“You’ll have to be more specific Santa.” Jack secured the O-ring connecting Santa’s cuffed hands to a steel chain. The chain was mounted to the ceiling. Jack tugged the chain, sliding the steel links through a pulley until Santa’s arms rose over his head.
Santa’s arms stretched high, muscles bunch and ripped and his wrists were bound together. His fingers were already numb. He relaxed his fisted hands and tried to calmly reason with Jack. “I can’t be more specific. What is all this tomfoolery?” He uselessly tugged on the chain. He was Jack’s hostage.
Jack smoothed his palms over the bunched muscles of Santa’s arms, along his shoulders and onto his chest, toying with the silken hairs on his pectorals. “There is more than one way to have fun. We’re going to play with my toys.” Jack dropped to his knees on the floor. He secured the leather cuff around Santa’s left ankle to the steel hook in the flooring. “Spread your legs, Santa.” He did. The click of the lock on his right ankle heightened his anxiety. “Now that I know you’ve accepted my invitation to stay, I can help you get more comfortable.”
“But I didn’t accept.”
Jack tsked. “You haven’t put up much of a fight.” Jack pivoted and took a long pair of shears from the worktable.
“I can’t fight you, Jack.”
Jack smiled. “I know. That’s what makes your submission all the sweeter.” Jack slid the edge of the sheer under Santa’s T-shirt. His stomach quivered with the touch of cold steel. The first snip echoed through the room. “Mrs. Claus told me what you were hiding under all this finery. I want to…well, I was going to say I want to see for myself. But I’m going to do more than look. I’m going to touch for myself.” Jack snipped the shirt from waist to neck. Each quick cut sent rousing frissons skittering through Santa.
Jack slipped the fabric over the hard ridge of Santa’s shoulder, his fingertips scoring Santa’s flesh. Santa sucked in a breath. His exposed skin shivered in the cool cabin air. His nipples beaded and yet he was hot. Sweat trickled along his spine. “What are you going to do to me?” Would Jack detect the thrill beneath the concern?
“Ah, Santa, you should know it’s better not to tell.” He tapped Santa’s cheek. “Half the fun is in the surprise.” Jack had unbuckled Santa’s belt in the sleigh. Now he slowly slid the leather from the loops. He snapped the belt. Santa jerked at the crack of the leather. His cock swelled, hard and pulsing against his groin.
Santa was in a quandary. He could not lie nor could he partake of the naughty pleasure Jack promised. “I want to return to my workshop. Christmas is only a week away.”
“Hmm. That poses a problem.” Jack took the shears in hand and slipped the blades into the waistband of Santa’s trousers. Cutting the fabric along Santa’s thigh, Jack stripped him of the last of his clothing. “You have nothing to wear.”
Naked with Jack. Anchored to the floor by his ankles, arms stretched toward the ceiling, collar and cock. Santa was at Jack’s mercy and a plea for more was on the tip of his tongue. “No,” he mumbled. He shook his head and slowly closed his eyes. This secret desire would destroy all he cherished. His role in the world gone for a chance to be ravished. “No.”
Jack snapped the belt across Santa’s exposed buttocks.
“No!” he bellowed, arching away from the sting.
“I told you no one will hear your cries.” Jack pulled his arm back then unleashed another powerful blow. The belt snapped, smiting Santa high on the buttocks. Muscles tensed. The chains pulled taut. Santa nearly bit his tongue as a blistering heat bloomed beneath his skin.
“If you continue to say no—” Jack crisscrossed the strikes with another. “I’ll be forced to gag you.” Jack heaved a breath and lowered his arm. “You should have rosy cheeks.” Jack slowly circled Santa, his hungry gaze eating him up. “Now you do.”
Santa dropped his head forward, feeling the pinch of the collar on his neck. The chains attached to his wrists held him up. His muscles burned and they’d only just begun. “Please.”
“Please what?” Jack closed his fist around Santa’s shaft. His fingers were strong as they squeezed and stroked. Santa was used to Abby’s feminine touch and her sex kitten ways—all the time craving something more. Craving Jack. Abby had known, had realized that like her, he wished for something more. But unlike Abby, he’d never had his wish.
Lust unfurled in Santa, washing over him and making him ache to be naughty. Could he? What would happen if Santa found himself on the naughty list? He was Santa after all. Who would tell?

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