Saturday, September 30, 2017

Rules of Engagement by Nia Farrell

New release from Wicked Pen Writer Nia Farrell!



This novella is 19,000 words of Daddy Dom Age Play Erotic Romance! 
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Corporate attorney Dylan Reynolds hopes to become a first time Daddy Dom with a twenty-two-year old genius whose lack of experience intrigues him. Holly Knox can’t deny her attraction to Dylan, but she’s never had a serious relationship, let alone been with a Dominant who’s into the BDSM lifestyle. He’s promised to show her a world of flavors beyond vanilla, but he wants to start with a spanking. Can this innocent embrace ageplay and be Daddy’s good girl?

Written for Ages 18+.



Exclusive Excerpt:


Holly Knox was naturally submissive but so painfully shy, a stranger might never guess that she was a genius who could be the next Bill Gates. However fucking high she ranked in MENSA, the twenty-two-year-old entrepreneurial software designer was a wide-eyed innocent when it came to BDSM. Then again, when he was her age—some sixteen years ago—he was still learning the ropes, as it were.

Blushing furiously, she stared at him from across the table he’d chosen, in a dimly lit corner at the far end of the hotel lounge. He watched, fascinated, as that brilliant mind of hers processed what he’d just proposed—a night of kinky debauchery and the best sex of her life.

“I mean…you…you…you can’t be serious,” she stammered. While a lot of men wouldn’t look beyond the no-nonsense glasses, Dylan saw everything. Her heart-shaped face. Delicious, pouty lips. Satin cheeks. Initially flushed with embarrassment, the pink had quickly edged toward the red he wanted to see on her tush after he disciplined her ass.

Her emerald eyes were as clear as glass and lushly fringed with curling lashes that went on for miles, even without mascara. She’d worn makeup tonight, which told him something. She was usually scrub-faced. With such incredible skin and that air of innocence, she’d be in her thirties before she stopped getting carded.

So young. So innocent. So fucking ripe for the picking.

He cocked a brow and offered half a smile. She’d been resistant and he’d been patient, but this was going to happen, one way or another. It was simply a matter of getting her to agree to his preferences. He felt good about his chances; he’d made a small fortune from his powers of persuasion—although corporate law was proving far simpler than this complex young woman, who hid her femininity under frumpy clothes and her genius IQ behind conservative black-framed eyewear.

Just because she was reclusive to a point bordering on sociopathic didn’t mean she couldn’t be coaxed from her shell. After all, he’d talked her into meeting him for a drink, and she didn’t even do alcohol.

“You can’t,” she repeated.

First mistake. Topping from the bottom. That’s ten.

She folded her arms across her pert little A-cup breasts and put on her game face, narrowing her brilliant green eyes and snapping her red head, tossing flames. She was a tiny thing, barely five feet tall in ballet flats. He’d have to be careful with that exquisite skin. Every mark was going to show.

“We can’t,” she huffed.

Nice try. Twenty.

“I w-won’t.”

She stumbled on the words. Her eyes widened when she realized that it sounded like she was wavering.

Twenty-five. Only because he was feeling generous.

He stroked the stubble on his jaw. Three days without shaving, just for her. He slid his gaze south, watched her nipples harden to diamond points beneath her buttoned-to-the-neck blouse, heard the catch in her breath, and caught the unmistakable scent of her arousal. She might not imbibe the fruit of the vine, but there was no way in hell that her abstinence extended to pleasures of the flesh.

“Really?” He parried a verbal thrust and pinned her with his gaze. The combination of Dom eyes and Dom voice was enough to make her shut the fuck up—for the space of about three breaths.

Looking wistfully at his untouched whiskey, he imagined the smooth, smoky burn of thirty-year-old single malt sliding down his throat. Across the table, Holly scanned the area to make certain that no one was in earshot. “It’s…it’s demeaning,” she hissed. “Misogynistic.”

Thirty.

She was trouble. He knew it. But beneath that prim and proper librarian-esque façade was a passionate beauty just waiting to be awakened. Trouble? Hell, yes, but so worth the effort.

Although it had been a few years since he’d trained a novice submissive, the lesson plan remained, beginning with the basics. He set his glass aside, in deference to her, as a sign of his willingness to compromise. “A dominant must prove himself worthy of his submissive’s trust,” he told her. “To be allowed to meet your needs is an honor for you to give and for me to earn. Tell me, Holly. And be honest. Do you trust me?”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and shied her glance away. “Yes. I guess.” Fingering the stem of her glass, she exhaled softly. “You’ve never given me any reason not to, but that was business. This is…” She lifted a hand and gestured helplessly, not ready to acknowledge what he already knew.

“Pleasure,” he finished her sentence. “Pleasure—ideally, far beyond what you’ve ever experienced or known. Holly, you should understand, I don’t do anything halfway. I believe that intimate acts should be…extraordinary, whether it’s a hot, hard fuck, an all-night sexual marathon, or multiple, mind-blowing orgasms—pleasures taken, pleasure given, preferably with sexual intercourse, but only if you’re ready.”

Behind those black-framed lenses, her eyes were wide. Thoughtful. He wondered if she knew just how sexy she was, blushing like a school girl on prom night.

“I want to know what tempts you. Learn what you’ll let me do, to tease you, to please you. I wonder, what can I do that feels so good, it sends you spiraling out of control and I won’t stop until I hold you, shattered, in my arms? Eroticism, kink—they’re just different points on the compass. Whatever path we take, it all comes down to the seduction of the senses. Getting there…well, every nuance, every detail matters. Whatever I choose—believe me—is for the enhancement of your pleasure and mine. If plain and simple is all you’ll consider…I’ll be honest. I won’t like it but I can accept it, and I’ll make certain that you’re satisfied. But there’s a world of flavors beyond vanilla. Nothing would please me more than to give you a taste.”


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.

Find Nia Farrell Online:

Nia Farrell’s webpage http://niafarrell.wordpress.com

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Lilah E. Noir interview https://lilahenoir.wordpress.com/2016/08/04/author-spotlight-nia-farrell/, and

Pandora Spocks interview https://pandoraspocks.me/2016/05/05/watch-this-space-something-special-by-nia-farrell/

Always Sexy/Lola White interview (with my sex-gone-wrong scene) http://authorlolawhite.tumblr.com/post/148734078407/nia-farrell-is-one-of-mr-blackthornes-wicked-pen

Internet Radio: Anything Goes with Bennet Pomerantz http://www.blogtalkradio.com/bennetpomerantz2/2017/05/13/anything-goes-nia-farrell

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.”

Fuck.

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?”

“Yes.”

“Paint?”

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.

Website, Author Pages, and Social Media Links:

Nia Farrell’s webpage http://niafarrell.wordpress.com

Nia Farrell’s Amazon author page http://viewauthor.at/NiaFarrell

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Nia Farrell newsletter http://bit.ly/NiaErinnNews

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Lilah E. Noir interview https://lilahenoir.wordpress.com/2016/08/04/author-spotlight-nia-farrell/, and

Pandora Spocks interview https://pandoraspocks.me/2016/05/05/watch-this-space-something-special-by-nia-farrell/

Always Sexy/Lola White interview (with my sex-gone-wrong scene) http://authorlolawhite.tumblr.com/post/148734078407/nia-farrell-is-one-of-mr-blackthornes-wicked-pen

Internet Radio: Anything Goes with Bennet Pomerantz http://www.blogtalkradio.com/bennetpomerantz2/2017/05/13/anything-goes-nia-farrell

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.

Find this book on Amazon and Goodreads

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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