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By Jason Walker
Blurb: A BDSM Relationship can be the most intense of a person’s life and, the most trusting and loving.
Bound by leather, and unable to move, twenty-three-year-old Haley instinctively knows that tonight she and her Dominant Jerrod are about to share something very special.
With her sexual anticipation mounting by the second, her mind travels back to the first time she met this incredible sexual being. To say that Jerrod has changed her life is an understatement, because this most beautiful and charismatic of men has made her truly come alive for the first time.
She loves Jerrod to the point of adoration, and even when she challenges the boundaries he sets for her, he disciplines her with a dominant kindness that often brings her close to tears.
Will Jerrod take their relationship to the next level? And if he does, is Haley willing to be guided by her beautiful Master?
Beginning his writing career in the 1980s, Jason Walker has 10 Novels and multiple short stories in print, and has won awards and accolades for his work. Exploring the various aspects of sexuality, and the interactions between people, have been a subject of interest for his entire adult life.
Married over 20 years, Jason was widowed in 2008. In addition to writing, Jason was a professional broadcaster for many years, and now uses those skills for audio production with a professional studio in his home.
Being over a “certain age”, Jason has developed a thick skin and a new openness to feedback, both positive and “constructive”. He welcomes e-mails and other contacts about his writing, and virtually anything else.
Giveaway: Luminosity Publishing is giving away one digital copy of the book, in whatever format the winner would prefer.
It seemed that the harder she pulled against the restraints, the tighter they felt and the more she enjoyed it. Haley was truly bound, and her pleasure, her very existence, felt as if for him alone. Sitting prone in the center of the large room, she could only rely on her hearing and sense of smell to gain any hint of what was happening around her. The blindfold was the first piece in place and promised to be the last removed.
Before they began, Haley helped Jerrod remove his shoes. Now she searched the air with her ears for the sound of soft footfalls near or approaching. She had heard her man walk from the room after clicking the wrist restraints into place. Now the quiet was thunderous.
The blindfold had been first, but soon after that was the wide leather collar that kept Haley from bending her head too far forward. Jerrod had placed the bands next. The wide leather straps were wound around her chest and down to her waist. Separate, individual leather bindings were pulled into place on her legs, one around each thigh, and one around each ankle. She was unsure if they were connected as her Master had pushed her to her knees without allowing further movement. The process had taken close to an hour, a glorious, sensual hour for her.
What Haley considered odd was the fact that Jerrod had insisted that she was fully dressed before beginning. Her Master had carefully chosen her outfit, and an old white blouse, tattered jeans and undergarments now pressed against her skin by the restraints he had since applied to her. The cold steel of handcuffs clasped around her wrists and had clicked into place behind her back as the final act of preparation. But preparations for what? She had no idea but had agreed. She was nervous, even a little scared, but her arousal felt palpable.
She perceptibly flinched when Jerrod suddenly spoke. “My love, this night will be filled with pleasures and surprises. I have considered what I know of you, and a few things you may not have even realized about yourself. I plan to act on several of these things. Do you understand and wish to proceed?”
Haley trusted Jerrod completely, and simply nodded her agreement.
Lengthy discussions had preceded this night. There had even been a few test runs, and Haley found each one more exciting and satisfying than the last. Jerrod knew what his sub was willing to do, able to tolerate, wanted to try, and absolutely would not do. She trusted her Master, and knew with all her soul that he would not violate her wishes, while violating her. She wanted her boundaries pushed and in some cases broken, but she also did not want a few very specific things. Being specific was the paramount rule for him when they decided to enter into this special relationship. It had taken her a week to come up with her list of nevers, sometimes, and oftens. He laughed when he looked at the list she had made.
“The only thing on here that matter are the nevers. If it is a sometimes, or an often…well, those are the same thing.”
Misdeeds is the follow up to Misunderstood. Misunderstood is the beginning of Johnnie and Kendall’s rocky road to their HEA. Misdeeds continues their rocky road to the HEA they deserve. You can read Misunderstood as a stand alone then Misdeeds, but you don’t want to miss out on the rest of this great series. If you haven’t tried the Death Dwellers MC series, please check it out book 1 is Misled.
John “Johnnie” Donovan is determined to make his relationship work with Kendall Miller, the attorney he met during his cousin’s birthday party. Before he can move on with his future, however, he still has loose ends to tie up from the past in the person of a rival MC’s president who is also Kendall’s ex-boyfriend. As Johnnie tries to balance his club life and personal life, another tragedy forces him to make a choice between the two. Will Johnnie be able to live with the choices he makes?
Kendall Miller is trying to pick up the pieces of her life in the wake of her ex-boyfriend’s assault. She’s ready to move on with her life and the man of her dreams, the sexy VP of the Death Dwellers MC. She demands his complete attention and isn’t willing to share her man with all the baggage of the MC. She doesn’t want to be an afterthought to him nor does she want to live her life in the midst of the clubhouse, especially with the competition taking place between Kendall and the club president’s wife. Then, catastrophe strikes and Kendall’s life is once again altered. Can she and Johnnie have a future together or has their love been doomed from the beginning?
A Secret Worth Keeping
by LaKisha Johnson
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Shelby is a career woman turned housewife who enjoys the friendships that have been built with her 5 best friends; Camille, Lynesha, Raylin, Kerri and Chloe. They are all career women with different businesses, husbands and even children but something is missing and they can’t seem to find it at home, in a store or even in a book. So, they search for this missing piece in the beds, arms, cars and even offices of other men who don’t mind paying for what Dem Dam Divas can offer. They enjoy the thrill of sneaking, creeping and even vacationing on someone else’s dime but they soon find out that all good things come to an end. What happens when it becomes too much? From secretly wanting someone who doesn’t want you, loving only to not be loved back and being caught up in a dream that you’re about to be awaken from; will it be worth it in the end? Will they regret their actions or stand by them? Will they finally question whether this secret is really worth keeping?
Girls, this has been an amazing trip. I’m kind of sad that it’s ending but I am ready to get home to see my babies.
“Well, good for you; I can’t say the same,” said Kerri.
“Listen ladies, I know that these trips are supposed to be a release to renew our minds but they do no good if you go back to home and accept the same mess you left. If you all are not happy then make some changes. Life is too short to keep living in hell. You all are beautiful, educated and capable of taking care of yourselves so why continue to take less from your husband than what your husband is supposed to do? Please don’t get me wrong, I am in no way saying that you all should head to divorce court, however, I am saying stop lying down and accepting everything. Stop accepting less than what your husband should be giving. Why should you have to find part time love in the hands of someone else? Why should you find pleasure in the bed of someone else when your husband should be fulfilling your every fantasy and you should be filling his?”
“Shelby, I hear you but you have all that at home, we don’t” Chloe said with tears streaming down her face.
“Yea, you have a husband whose eyes light up when you enter the room, one who notices your new hairdo, one who doesn’t mind shopping with you, one who holds you when you cry, sit with you when you’re sick, stay up with you when the baby is sick; you have all that,” Kerri added.
“Yes, I do but this is because I wouldn’t accept anything less. Understand, we have our ups and downs but we work through them. We are not perfect and I’d be lying if I said anything differently but he knows my faults and accepts them and I know his and accept them.” I said.
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LaKisha Johnson is a girl after God’s own heart; doing what she believes to be her purpose..writing. In addition to being a self-published author, she’s also a wife of 15 years, mother of 2 and native of Memphis, TN. She comes from a huge family and has always been the go to girl whenever someone needed a poem written or read, an acknowledgement that would convey just what they were thinking or even an occasion written for that special day. She’s an all-around talented lady that makes everything she touch turn to gold. She has 2 degrees from Southwest TN Community College both in Information Technology and has worked in the corporate field for over 15 years. She is also a dedicated blogger, delivering a devotional blog 5 days per week entitled ”Kisha’s Daily Devotionals.”
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Cover Reveal for Blackness Awaits (Book #2 of the Blackness Series) by Norma Jeanne Karlsson w/giveaway
Title: Blackness Awaits (Book #2 of the Blackness Series)
Author: Norma Jeanne Karlsson
Genre: Fiction, Romance, Thriller
Release Date: April 2014
Hosted By: Book Promotions by Literary Nook
As he enters the room looking like death personified, lifeless and haunting, she knows…blackness awaits.
Aaron Kavanagh is not to be trifled with. He’s powerful, commanding, fierce and currently homicidal. The only thing that matters in Kavanagh’s world is Shannon Kelly. She’s the beat of his heart (yes he has one) and the peace to the fury that constantly simmers within him. Without her, his life is empty and barren. Someone took what is his and he’ll stop at nothing to get her back.
Dylan Kellerman is lost. The love of his life has been ripped from him, leaving a tattered tortured shell of a man. On the brink of murderous insanity he must battle to find Shannon, even if she hates him. Dylan has betrayed her and he knows she won’t forgive his indiscretions. None of that matters now. All that matters is finding her. As long as she’s safe Dylan can continue to live a sad wasted existence without her by his side. Shannon brought Dylan back to life, without her in the world he’ll cease to exist.
Shannon Kelly is gone. Stolen from her home and loved ones, she must now fight. Fighting has never been an issue for her, but this is a new opponent that she isn’t prepared for…her past. When every reality she thought she knew is called into question, Shannon learns her life isn’t what she thought it was. With the promise of a future with Dylan stolen from her before her world implodes, Shannon must rely on the family that has protected her for the last thirteen years to come for her. She won’t win this fight on her own…Shannon is going to lose.
I’m going to commit murder. I can feel it in my bones, in my pulse, in each breath I take. I’m pretty sure O’Sullivan, Cal, and Aidan are on board with my plan. Kid went upstairs with Kellerman and twenty minutes later Taylor dropped his bomb. Kellerman got a fucking chick pregnant when he was in Seattle. I don’t know specific dates on when he and Kid became a couple, but I know he was all over her shit and fully warned before he went back to Seattle in October. Yeah, I’m going to commit murder. We have to get Kid out of here before we beat his head in.
“Make sure Kid’s not in the room for this shit,” I say to whoever’s listening. I get chin lifts in response. O’Sullivan has been cracking his knuckles and pumping his fists since we saw the first picture of Kellerman and that chick. She’s cute…that’s about all I can say about her. She’s nothing compared to Kid. Kellerman must be a fucking idiot. The blood is rushing past my eardrums with such force I don’t hear Kid and Kellerman come down the stairs. I’m barely aware of the Army vs. Navy game on the TV. The four of us turn to look at them as Kellerman starts to talk.
“I beyond fucked up today guys,” Kellerman tries to grovel. “I feel like total shit about it and I can assure you, I’ll never let anything go that far again. I love Kid more than I can even tell you guys and I know you all love her just as much. I meant what I told Kav all those weeks ago. If I hurt her I’d deliver myself to you all willingly. I’m here and I deserve whatever you wanna give me. I was wrong.” I stand up and move toward Kellerman never looking at Kid. Kid keeps her fingers interlaced with his and I want to break everyone of his as they touch her. I won’t do anything to him while she’s here. I won’t put her in the middle like those two pricks did earlier. I can feel Kid’s eyes on me while the guys approach my back.
“Kid go to the office and talk to Taylor,” I order without looking at her. Kellerman maintains eye contact with me, not in a confrontational way…he doesn’t know what’s coming.
“Kavy,” Kid warns.
“Kid, we need Kellerman alone for a few minutes. You need to leave,” O’Sullivan orders her from behind my back.
“Go ahead Kiddo. I’ll be fine,” Kellerman soothes her. I’m going to break that jaw he’s working.
Kid turns to walk away, and I relax a little that she isn’t putting up more of a fight. Too soon was I relieved, because she stops and turns back around.
“Guys, I know this is a man thing that I’m not a part of. But you all are my family…Kel included. He’s my future now too guys. I’m no cake walk to be with, but he’s fightin’ for me like only you guys have. Think about that before you do anything stupid,” she pleads before turning and walking away. She won’t feel that way after she talks to Taylor. I hate that she’ll be hurt, but she deserves to know.
Once she rounds the corner and I hear the office shut it takes everything I’ve got in me not to launch at this motherfucker.
“Pool house,” I growl at him. He nods and moves toward the back door. I can’t risk Kid hearing us so the pool house is the best place to get this done. Once Taylor dropped this shit storm at our feet he told us he’d explain things to Kid while we dealt with Kellerman. I don’t know how long we have, but getting out of the house buys us more time.
We enter the pool house. Kellerman goes in first followed by me, the guys trailing. No one says a word. Kellerman stops in the middle of the room. His head is held high, but I can see he’s apprehensive. I’d be scared fucking shitless facing us in a room.
“We’re gonna kick the livin’ shit outta you,” I inform him in a growl resembling English. “Then you’re gonna pack your shit, get on a plane, and crawl back to Seattle.” His face is calm and collected with the first sentence, strained and confused at the last.
“What’re you talkin’ about back to Seattle?” Kellerman asks.
“You think we’re gonna let you stick around and go back and forth? Kid deserves better than that and you fuckin’ know it,” Aidan seethes moving to my right. Aidan’s a big motherfucker. I’ve never seen him as pissed as he is right now, scary isn’t the right word.
“Back and forth?” Kellerman repeats.
“This is not Sesame Street motherfucker. You heard him,” Cal jumps to his brother’s side. Cal can go off the rails but it’s rare. He’s the calmest of our bunch, but he’s hell on wheels when he gets going. O’Sullivan moves to my left and I can feel the fury oozing from every inch of him. He’s a fighter through and through. I have no doubt that he can, and will, end Kellerman. Kid’s the soft spot for all of us and we would all gladly sacrifice anything for her.
“I’m startin’ to feel like I don’t know what’s goin’ on,” Kellerman says as he looks at all our raging expressions.
“He explained it,” O’Sullivan says motioning to me. “Don’t see the problem.” He’s so furious I’m surprised he can form words much less sentences.
“I get the ass beating. I put my hands on her and shouldn’t have. I’m down for whatever you four got planned. I’m not fuckin’ leavin’ Kid though. I don’t know what makes you think I would leave her, but I’m stayin’.” Kellerman’s confident as he talks. I have no doubt he’ll take the beating, but he’s not making Kid a stepmom or taking her away from us to Seattle that’s for damn sure. She deserves the world not some slut’s sloppy seconds.
“Fuck this shit,” O’Sullivan roars and lunges at Kellerman. He lands a brutal right hook along Kellerman’s jaw, snapping his head to the side. Kellerman stumbles but doesn’t go down. O’Sullivan is a man possessed now that he’s started. He grabs Kellerman’s shirt to hold him in place as he repeatedly crushes his face. Kellerman doesn’t fight back.
“Fight back you pussy!” O’Sullivan screams as he releases Kellerman’s shirt only to connect a left cross splitting the skin below his eye. Stumbling back Kellerman falls to the floor. He’s breathing hard as he stays down.
“Who’s next?” Kellerman asks without a hint of snark. He’s really going to let the four of us beat his ass. We’ll kill him. He looks done after O’Sullivan; the three of us on top of it is too much. I have to be the voice of reason in the room as I see Aidan making his way toward him.
“He’s had enough,” I state firmly. Aidan snaps his head back to me with a look of shock on his face.
“You’re lettin’ him off that easy Kavanagh?” Aidan grumbles.
“He’s gotta be able to walk through the airport.”
“I’m not goin’ to the airport,” Kellerman mumbles spitting blood into his shirt. This sets me off.
I pick Kellerman up by the throat and pin him against the wall squeezing as I speak, “You will get your sorry ass on a plane. Today! She’s had enough pain in this life, you motherfuckin’ piece of shit.” I squeeze harder the more I speak, because the more I speak the more infuriated I’m becoming. “If you think for a second I’m gonna let you take her from me, you’re sadly mistaken. What she’s learnin’ today about you, you dickless fuck, is gonna wreck her. Get outta this fuckin’ city today or we’re comin’ for you.” I squeeze one more time before I let him drop. He slides down the wall gasping for air, coughing and choking.
“I’m not leavin’ her,” Kellerman gasps out. Aidan hurls forward and kicks him over and over and over in the torso.
“You fuckin’ are!” Aidan screams as he lays his final blow. Kellerman falls to the side spitting out blood from what I’m guessing is some internal damage at this point. Maybe we are going to commit murder. This motherfucker seems intent on dying in our pool house.
“Not,” Kellerman mumbles before he passes out.
“What the fuck?!” Cal bellows. “Is he insane? Why’s he lettin’ this go on?”
Aidan bends down and starts checking Kellerman’s vitals. His doctor brain must have just kicked in gear. No pun intended (maybe a little pun intended).
“Guessin’ his spleen is damaged maybe his liver too,” Aidan explains without much concern in his voice while standing up. “We need to decide what we’re doin’ here.”
“Wait for him to wake up. See where his head’s at,” I say. I can’t put him over my shoulder and walk him out in front of Kid. He has to leave on his own. We all sit around the breakfast table and stare at Kellerman waiting for his pathetic ass to wake up.
Blackness Takes Over is Norma Jeanne’s debut novel. What began as an homage to the home town of a homesick Midwestern girl, unfolded a story of love, danger, humor, and trust. She’s currently working on her untitled sophomore effort. We can’t wait to see what thrilling saga she leads us through next!
Originally from Kansas City, Missouri, Norma Jeanne recently found herself relocating to the United Kingdom. Now living in Belfast, she took hold of the opportunity to kick the 9-5 job for a chance to become an author. The best part: working from her home office, she gets to spend more time with her cast of crazy characters (written and real).
In her free time Norma Jeanne is a voracious reader and consumes books as readily as meals. She is a people watcher by nature and uses her experiences in life, observed or otherwise, to build the worlds and characters that thrive in her books. A believer in the strength of the human spirit, Norma Jeanne writes the stories of people that persevere when all appears to be lost.
“Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” –Dylan Thomas
What signifies Spring to me? I live in Texas so its Bluebonnets. That and baseball. I’m originally from Oklahoma but I have lived in Texas for most of my life. I live in East Texas now where the trees are already budding and my allergies are running amok now. But you know what? I wouldn’t live in Dallas again. Too much smog and I was constantly sick with something. Where I live now…I can walk outside and take a breath and feel connecting to the earth. Can I deal with my allergies? Sure I can.
Here is a “deleted” scene from my debut The Couple. Enjoy…
Heroine’s POV from The Couple:
Maybe my girlfriend’s think I’m cracked. Trying to hook up with a cowboy in the last place I need to be…a bar. They just don’t understand that I’m truly lonely and need a night where I can forget, be pleasured to where I’m either begging for him to stop because it’s too much or for more. I have needs and I can’t help that they have men at their beck and call 24/7. This is my life not theirs. I haven’t been tied up in a while and tonight is the night.
Where is that cowboy that I keep seeing in the bar? He almost had me last month, but I left him hanging and hard. He He! I don’t plan on doing that this time. I want his jeans around his ankles, me on my knees and him screaming my name when he comes. I want my hair pulled, spread eagle on his bed and screaming his name.
Now where is he? Oh wait, there he is and damn, he is hot!
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Sam B. Morgan writes contemporary gay romance with complex, complicated men. A love of travel means settings from small town South Carolina to Sydney, Australia serve not only as backdrops, but supporting characters in each and every book. Sam enjoys fast cars, slow Sunday mornings, hot coffee, and even hotter heroes.
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Why the capture fantasy in your writing?
Because I enjoy both reading and writing it. Because ordinary romance doesn’t do it for me even when there’s BDSM in there too. A romance with BDSM is still a romance.
I love the excitement you get with capture fantasies. The uncertainty. It doesn’t have to end in romance, though it can. I love that I can get down and dirtier. That I can write men who really are bad boys lol And not just men with a bad temper, or some criminal tendencies, or whatever. Juggling a story where the men abduct the women and putting it into a modern setting and then having to get readers to like the men, wow, hard to do. If I get the story really right so that the reader wants all the immoral stuff to happen to the woman, that’s satisfying for me. Doing that twisty mind trick is the best. It means I’ve written the story well.
And of course I love the core principles of these capture fantasies – the male dominance, the man being so determined to have that special woman as his own that he will abduct her to have her.
But it’s all fiction, it’s all about writing out fantasies, and it’s a type of fantasy I’ve often read in the past. I’m sure I will get some readers going what the hell am I reading? Because there will always be those who pick up a book without really understanding what sort of book it is. But I’ve found there’s a big crossover of readers from kinky consensual BDSM stories to capture fantasy. I’m even corrupting some of my fans who have never read these before ;)
No book appeals to everyone and I’m sure some people who read books featuring serial killers doubt their reasons for liking to read them. Us humans have some pretty weird tastes in stories. If you do love reading capture fantasies, know that there’s a quite a big audience for these. A lot of women enjoy reading them.
Also, when writing the series have you felt like you’ve gone too far?
With this book. Lol
As you may know if you’ve followed my facebook posts.
I had to be reassured at regular intervals by Sorcha Black, my crit partner, that the story wasn’t getting too extreme. Something about the combination in Make me Yours Evermore hit some of my limits as a writer. I can read worse than I can write. After the beta readers gave me their feedback, I discovered I’d been writing around the scenes in the story that squicked me out. I’d handed control of scenes to Andreas when it should have been Chris who was the dominant. I’d even totally glossed over one scene. I summarized it as a flashback memory.
(Small and dirty spoiler: This was the upside down face fucking scene. )
Chris was probably the main cause. He was too far into the dark for me. By the end of the book though, I’m happier with him. He grows as a character. He changes. I think I like men in these stories to have more remorse than he does. He dives into abducting Kat with barely a backward glance. It’s what he wants to do, the opportunity is there, so he does it.
I have to admit that I wanted to write this story darker than my previous ones. I try to change the way these stories unfold with each new book. I try to go darker in some way. Some say I achieved that, some think it’s as dark as Bind and Keep me. Everyone sees a book a little differently.