Friday, January 24, 2014

The Art Of Domination 2: Photo Slave Out In Time For The Weekend

So here's the scoop on the progress for The Art Of Domination series.  The feedback on the first title indicated that people were really enjoying the longer length--it was over 24,000 words--and were hoping titles 2-8 were also going to be novella length, which is very very generally considered to be 20,000-40,000 words.  I am happy to oblige, as I really do enjoy developing Iva and Nolan, but it means a lot of rewriting.  Hence the delayed release date.

BUT as the title of the post suggests, the second novella is out!  This is what it looks like:


When Iva Moreau made a deal with sexy bad boy photographer Nolan Beal to keep her younger sister from becoming his erotic pin-up model—in exchange for one photo session with Iva herself—she thought she could fulfill her bargain and walk away from the life of art, hedonism, and passion that had once consumed her. She hadn’t anticipated that taking creative direction from the intense photographer would lead so naturally and inevitably to taking sensual direction from him as well, as she submits to the forbidden thrill of his sexual domination.

With his fair share of attention from wannabe models and art world groupies, Nolan expected to satisfy his curiosity over the fiery and protective Iva with one night’s seduction. As she defies the stereotypes that have kept Nolan at a distance from love, however, he finds himself compelled to seek out the Iva hidden behind the mask of fierce duty and stifling respectability.

What began as Nolan’s mission to obtain Iva’s signature on a model release for the use of her photos now becomes a Dom’s seduction and instruction of the woman he would take as his submissive. And the signature he has decided he wants from her is the very opposite of a release.

Photo Slave is available now at Amazon (including Amazon US, UK, and Canada), Barnes & Noble, All Romance, BookStrand, and Smashwords.  Kobo and Apple, of course, lag behind and take a few more days.  The downside to the lag is that Kobo and Apple buyers won't get the debut weekend discount.  Because the second title is a novella rather than a novelette, its regular price is going to be $3.99 instead of $2.99.  However, for its debut, now through Monday January 27, 2014, Photo Slave will be on sale for 99 cents for early birds and loyal readers.  It's a good opportunity to pick up the title at a 75% savings even if you want to wait until the entire series is out before you start reading.

Please enjoy, let me know what you think, and keep an eye out on this blog or on Facebook (or better yet, sign up for my newsletter) for announcements on the release of #3, Catchlight.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

Thursday, January 2, 2014

The Art Of Domination Serial Launches A Day Early

Considering I've been promising this serial for months, even posting in anticipation of an October 2013 launch, saying it's coming out early is a bit nonsensical.  What I mean to say is that processing took less time than normal instead of more--it's a New Years miracle!--and The Art Of Domination: Model Release is available for sale today rather than tomorrow, as originally recently intended.

The cover and blurb go something like this:

The Art Of Domination: Model Release
A Domination and Submission Romance

Reformed wild girl Iva Moreau is doing a passable job of convincing herself that leaving behind the artist lifestyle for the safety of suburbia and the respectability of academia is the mature decision. She suffers her job as an Art Department secretary at Vandergriff University, belittled by her supervisor and pursued by lecherous professors, as willing penance for her former life on the art scene and all the damage it ultimately did not only to Iva but to her family. But she can’t maintain that distance when her baby sister, Cheri, starts down a path all too familiar to Iva.

Unrepentant bad boy Nolan Beal is the up-and-coming rock star of the photography world with a seven-figure salary snapping shots for glossy fashion magazines and his own nouveau noir erotic exhibition at the gallery in town for controversial and provocative art. His work explores power and the hypocrisy behind sex… and the masks people use to hide their true natures and desires even from themselves. Themes of domination and submission run as rife through his life and his liaisons with beautiful woman as they do through his photographs.

When Iva shows up at Nolan’s studio to demand that the photographer stop using her younger sister as a model for his erotic exhibition, an instant recognition and attraction between them causes the very different masks they wear to slip. And they strike a deal. In exchange for Iva submitting to one modeling session for Beal, he will give her Cheri’s signed model release and relinquish the right to use the photographs forever. The perfect solution, giving Iva the chance to see once again how self-destructive the hedonistic artist’s lifestyle is while she is also saving Cheri from the same mistakes, and providing Nolan with the opportunity to crack the false front Iva presents to the world and possess the passionate submissive he senses behind her defenses.

Neither are prepared for the passions released by the first meager glimpses of the true Nolan and Iva behind the masks.

Novella Length: 24,600 words or roughly 80 traditional print pages.
 
It's currently available at Amazon (including USA and UK), Barnes & Noble, All Romance eBooks, and BookStrand and will be available after more lengthy processing at Smashwords, Kobo, and Apple.
 
Expect The Art Of Domination 2: Photo Slave next week, on Friday, January 10, 2014, when it will be priced at 99 cents instead of $2.99 for its debut weekend.  Until then, I leave you with a little bit of trivia from Model Release.  There's a reference in the novella to a song about paper cut hearts, which comes from a gorgeous song by Jillette Johnson called Basset Hound.  I thought it would be fun to include it here, from Youtube:

(Please stand by while Blogger torments me for trying to include a simple video....)

Okay, Blogger can't find the version I want to include of Jillette's Slacker performance, even though it's up clear as day on Youtube, so I chose this one for the recording quality.  Nothing to look at but the pretty photo, though.  :(


 

Thursday, October 24, 2013

A Sneak Peek At The Art of Domination: Model Release

I have a confession to make.  Blogging is probably my least favorite way to interact with readers, which explains why I rarely update this blog.  However, this is also one of the best ways to share actual excerpts of upcoming releases.

Speaking of which, those of you who subscribe to my newsletter expected the release of the first title in my new domination romance serial, The Art of Domination, to debut last weekend.  That fell by the wayside when a major distributor, reacting to wide-scale censorship calls from recent dustups in the UK, flagged some of my most popular His Series titles for review.  That is just about all settled, meaning we expect to debut The Art of Domination: Model Release this weekend.

Sooooo I'm releasing an excerpt of Model Release, a domination and submission romance between brooding hedonistic photographer Nolan Beal and his reluctant model turned passionate submissive, Iva Moreau, herself a frustrated painter trying to reform her wild girl ways.  In this excerpt, Iva gets her first look at Beal's studio and one of the sexiest men she has ever encountered.

From The Art of Domination: Model Release....

I waded upstream through the driving music and into a loft space that took up the whole floor only to discover what I’d taken for a party was the most chaotic photo shoot I had ever seen, all bohemian chic debauchery with a GQ sheen.  Very pretty people in everything from street clothes to couture bondage lingerie strutted and mingled and preened amidst equally attractive stylists and hair dressers in the expansive white brick studio space.  Continuous rolls of uncut photographs and negative streamers decorated the walls while piles of celebrity rags and couture trade mags lay in disarray like so much glossy clutter in corners and on low glass coffee tables and along the thick window sills where long-limbed girls lounged while flipping pages.  Rolling metal racks of clothing parceled a large section of the floor into a high fashion maze that part of me would have loved exploring.  All manner of commercial lights, either stilted up tall on metal stands or winched up at extreme angles from the exposed pipes running along the ceiling, focused obsessively on a strikingly plain paper backdrop.

Shooting had apparently paused while a little sylph of a brunette makeup artist with eye pencils tucked behind her ears and lip liners gripped between her fingers like pens touched up the color on a curvy beauty with a distinctly Brazilian flare to her light eyes and latte-tan complexion—the Giselle sort.  The model wriggled uncomfortably for a moment in her black teddy, which might have been downright modest had it not been made of tighter-than-skin latex.  The only prop with her on set was a waist-high table in the shape of a Doric column.

The dark-haired man standing a few feet from them caught my attention, well, for a couple of reasons.  While the flurry of music and activity caught everyone else up in this sense of constant movement and energy—a sort of atmospheric attention deficit disorder—he stood still and steady and tall in the middle of the chaos like it was his natural habitat, at home in the wild.  Peering appraisingly at the latex-clad model and her artist in attendance, he gripped a half-empty bottle of rum loosely in one hand, the long fingers of the other hand drumming thoughtfully against his leg.  “Devil may care” was a phrase coined for men like him, who wore it with ease in a sultry expression and power-at-rest posture.  The whole shoot looked very urban Dionysian, reimagined Bacchanalia with a twenty-first century twist, with that particular male model cast as the god of debauchery and drink himself.

Also… a girl just didn’t see a man that handsome every day, and he was gorgeous even by model standards.  He wore his thick black hair cut short enough to ruffle like a roguish party-boy crown.  That had to have been hours of work for some proud hairstylist, to be sure.  And the perfectly trimmed five o’clock shadow along his hard-angled jaw, too.  The light purse to his full, wine pink lips came off part smile, part knowing smirk—the kind that always left me torn between wanting to kiss a guy and slap him.  Maybe both, a few times.
 
No shirt above his low-ridding, loose blue jeans.  Nice juxtaposition, I thought, between baring that smooth, tanned chest and lean torso and just hinting at the shape of his muscular ass and thighs under the sturdy denim.  His dusty black motorcycle boots and the rock star heavy metal cross on the silver chain around his neck completed the God of Sex, Thunder, and Jack Daniels look.  Not bad at all, I thought.  Maybe this Beal guy knew what he was doing, at least when it came to staging.  Certainly had me throbbing from my temples to my fingertips, from my chest to deep between my legs.

The Art of Domination: Model Release is part 1 of 8 in a domination and romance serial in the vein of the bestselling His (Billionaire Domination) Series.  Like the His Series, the first installment will be available for 99 cents, and all subsequent installments will debut for 99 cents before reverting to the normal price of $2.99.

I hope everyone is as excited for The Art of Domination as they were for the His Series.  I've worked hard to make Nolan as sexy, dominant, and endearing as Adrian Knight but in his own swaggering rock star/sex god way.  :) 

Thursday, February 21, 2013

A New Cirque de Plaisir Teaser: An Audition with the Ringmaster

Morning!  I know I should put "good" in front of that, but being a night person, sometimes I just can't. :)

I thought I'd lead into the weekend with another quick peek at The Ringmaster: Cirque de Plaisir, which is set to debut very soon.  In this scene, the heroine, Olivia, has been thrown into an audition with sexy Donovan Haigh, Ringmaster of the Cirque de Plaisir.  From Donovan's point of view...

***

“When we’re in costume, no one calls me Mr. Haigh.”  I glanced sidelong and caught sight of raven-haired Naomi stripping off her kit without the slightest embarrassment in front of our guests.  Though still masked, she was down to harness and shorts when I said, “Naomi, who am I?”

After a moment’s pause, the leggy acrobat shrugged.  “You’re the Ringmaster, sir.”  She went back to getting naked when I nodded.

“Ringmaster,” I repeated to Olivia, then cleared my throat to regain her attention as she stared after the utterly unselfconscious Naomi.  “You may call me Ringmaster.”

The blond swallowed with obvious effort and nodded in acknowledgement, flushing disarmingly across the apples of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.  “I’m ready to audition, Ringmaster.”

“That I highly doubt,” I muttered under my breath as I motioned for my guests to follow me and led them back down to the warehouse floor where the real work of the set-up for tonight was taking place now that the audience had cleared out.  “Have a seat,” I told Gwynne and pointed to one of the crates that hadn’t been moved yet, then to Olivia said, “Up, onto the stage.”

She did as commanded and without hesitation, I noted with approval, but she turned with a concerned look bending her tawny brow.  “I’m going to audition here?  In front of everyone?”

I glanced about the vast, open room.  Rafe, still dressed as the foreman from the performance, was marking out directions on the concrete floor for what stages and equipment went where.  Slighter, sandy-headed Thom was passing around small bottles of sports drinks and cautioning everyone to mind their electrolytes like the mother hen he was, combination admin manager-chef-physical therapist, keeping my athletes in top shape.  And sinewy Griffin and Piper were working with the crew installing the Chinese Pole, making sure it was secure enough for their performance.

“No one is paying attention to us, Kitten,” I said before I thought better of it.

I avoided looking down again into that delicate, angular face, not wanting to see her reaction to the spontaneous endearment, and took the whip from my hip.  From the corner of my eye, I saw her hand clench into a sudden anxious fist at her side.  A most curious reaction, like I was going to use the lash on her, and further proof this was a futile exercise.  If she was this skittish now…

Still, she persisted.  “All right.  What do you want me to do?”

So many things…  In part to give myself time to consider my response, I stepped up onto the stage and made a slow circuit around waiting Kitten, made a show of studying every line and curve of that petite body. As I noted the firm, smooth musculature along her the back of her calves and the front of her thighs, along that delightfully heart-shaped buttocks, I asked, “Are you trained in dance?”

“No,” she began, shaking her head and sending shimmery waves of movement through the sleek curtain of her hair. I was actively resisting the urge to run my hands through those strands when she corrected herself, “Well, sort of. A little. It was someone else actually taking the lessons, but I was her partner for practice.” I stopped and narrowed my eyes at her. Was every interaction this awkward and difficult for her? As though she read my expression, she hissed her breath out hard through her nose and her clenched teeth. “It’s complicated. Ballet and modern dance, to answer your question.” Finally.

I resumed my circuit. “I can tell; you have a dancer’s legs.” From the confusion clouding those pretty green eyes, she looked like she wondered if that was a good thing. My hardening cock certainly thought so. The parts of my brain not currently occupied with inappropriate considerations of all the ways I could stroke this kitten wholeheartedly disagreed.

The narrowness of her waist made her hips seem larger than they were, lending an alluring sensuality to a body that was actually quite lean upon close examination. The full round swells of her breasts were a perfect counterpoint to the curve of her ass. In a harness, with a tight leather cincher around her waist, she would have looked stunning—in an Old Hollywood, vintage erotica way.

When the impulse to thread my fingers through her hair overtook me again, and I reached a gloved hand out for her, Kitten—Olivia—caught the movement from the corner of her eye and flinched away so slightly. And I caught my breath, though I wasn’t entirely certain why. Perhaps because, though I was of the cooler and more aloof variety of Doms, I was unaccustomed to women wincing away from me. Or perhaps because her apprehension made me wonder if she just expected rough treatment, if someone had misused her in the past. I took the touch of nausea in my gut for the sickness I’d have felt at the thought of any little innocent being mishandled and abused.

“Easy there,” I muttered as I removed my right glove before tangling my fingers in the silky strands just above the nape of her neck. It was unexpected, both my urge to soothe her—I was not the fawning Daddy Dom sort, even outside the performance ring—and the cool softness of her hair, like cream flowing along the back of my hand. “It’s good that your hair is so long and straight,” I continued to encourage her despite being at a loss still as to why I would. She smiled nervously. “Though it could be a bit longer.” And at this she frowned, leaving me with the smallest hint of guilt.

I peered at her again, feeling my own lips pressing into a subtle frown—at myself. This Olivia was so unlike Evelyn, my last assistant, and not what I’d have expected of any of my performers. When I’d auditioned Evi, the busty brunette had thrown back her shoulders and cocked one hip provocatively, exuding sex appeal and a larger-than-life personality that made her a natural for the stage. She was a brat submissive par excellence.  Every facial expression, every sigh, every tiny gesture had always been a choreographed reaction playing for maximum effect.

Olivia, she was an open book, a bundle of live-wire nerves without the least protection. What she felt down to the bone was the reaction that rose to the surface, unfiltered and unadorned, so vulnerable and honest. The stage was going to break this girl’s heart, assuming I didn’t do it first.

At this thought, I snatched my hand away and stuffed it back into my black leather glove. Time to stop playing, to stop indulging the false hope that Kitten was going to be my new assistant. Standing directly in front of Olivia, a mere half-step from her faintly trembling frame, I ordered, “Take off your clothes.”

***

End of tease!  I hope that sounded enticing and gets everyone revved up for the release of The Ringmaster.  Like the His Series titles, The Ringmaster will be available for a discount price for the first few days of release, as a thank you to everyone who snaps up the new releases as soon as they come out and an incentive for readers who haven't tried any of my erotic romance yet.

I also thought I'd share a pic of my Ringmaster bookmarks!  As I do blog appearances over March in connection with the Insatiable Reads Book Tour, I'll be giving away a handful of paperback copies of The Ringmaster, and a few of these will get tucked away into every giveaway book.  I will also gladly mail them to any readers who want them (while I have any left, at least).

Happy weekend to everyone.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

The Cirque de Plaisir is coming to town!

Updates, update, updates!

Things got away from me, so I never managed to do blog posts for the releases of For His Sake: His #7 and In His World: His #8.  They are, of course, both available now on Amazon, B&N, All Romance, BookStrand, and Kobo.  Apple, which takes quite a while to approve erotic romance titles, started approving the His titles tonight.  I'm hoping all of them go live on Apple in the next several days.  The only downside, of course, is that Apple readers don't get the 99 cent debut promo price.

But what I really wanted to share was the approaching release of the first Erika Masten domination romance novel--The Ringmaster: Cirque de Plaisir.

The Book Blurb:
Cirque de Plaisir. Circus of Pleasure.  An upscale underground theatrical pageant of desire and allure.  A masked BDSM spectacle bringing forbidden fantasies to life for the select few with the power, wealth, and influence to secure an invitation.

For Donovan Haigh, the man they all call Ringmaster, the Cirque de Plaisir is illusion, showmanship, and domination brought to the level of performance art.  It is the culmination and affirmation of his grasp of human nature mixed with business acumen and sheer force of will. And no one dares ask what wounds and personal losses underlie the Ringmaster’s resolve to maintain that unwavering control.

For Olivia Keane, the Circus of Pleasure is a vision in the night, a hunger in the dark, and a promise of freedom couched in the terms of submission.   Become the Ringmaster’s slave and escape the grasp of her manipulative, belittling family.  Succumb to the tightrope-taut sexual tension between the showman Dom and herself and blossom in the warmth of the spotlight and Donovan Haigh’s embrace.

But when the Ringmaster’s slave becomes the star of the show, drawing the lion’s share of attention and princely sums for private command performances, will Donovan be willing to share either the spotlight or his submissive?  The Ringmaster’s hold on Olivia and his own self-control begins to fray as powerful admirers try to woo her away, and at least one suitor proves he is not who he seems.  Old pains and family hatreds will not be so easy to escape for the Ringmaster and his slave, even in their secreted world of glamour and passion.
 
I'm still not ready to announce the release date, though I have hinted several times at a late February release. Only two weeks of the month left; it must be soon! The ebook will come out first, with the paperback (my first!) a few days later--hard copy through Amazon only. Aaand I have...bookmarks! Many many pretty pretty bookmarks.

Beginning March 4, The Ringmaster will be one of the sixteen feature titles on the Insatiable Reads Book Tour.  We'll be doing a slew of blog appearances, many of which will include giveaways, include a "grand giveaway" of a Kindle Paperwhite pre-loaded with all sixteen tour titles.  Any paperbacks I give away will certainly include my pretty bookmarks.  In fact, as long as I have some left, I'm willing to mail bookmarks to any readers who send me their mailing address.  (I promise to keep all addresses confidential and use them only for the intended purpose of sending the bookmarks.  I hate spam and junkmail as much as the next person!)

So...while you're waiting for The Ringmaster...would you like a little excerpt?


***

Gwynne leaned my way, without taking her eyes off the men and women tossing tools and heavy, lengthy pieces of metal back and forth as they began to construct a round platform.  “You warmed up quick, didn’t you, Livy?”

“Quiet, you,” I muttered with somewhat feigned annoyance.  “I’m watching this.”

Watching the shouting, cavorting, preening performers in their grease paint, thick streaks across their eyes—their version of masks—and the odd black smear at chin or cheek or flexing forearm.  Watching the positively enormous fellow, at way way over six feet, heft up a long metal pole laid against the muscles banding his upper back and neck, petite women hanging from either end of the steely bar and using it to swing and twirl as the strongman pretended anger with them.  Watching the playful way this woman or that man wiggled their butts for a smack from the black flogger carried by the suspiciously familiar blond foreman supervising them.

Watching…him.

He stood at the edge of the performance space, almost directly across from me, and I could have sworn for a moment that I caught those topaz blue eyes trained steady on mine.  A flare of heat at the suggestion of his attention, a flutter of wildfire lust, sparked deep inside my sex, under the slim black pencil skirt and between my legs as I pressed them hard together.  This new performer stepped into the light, all six-feet-plus of him.  No hat covering the luxurious waves of his short black hair…  Grease paint striping his eyes and the bridge of his flawless patrician nose but leaving unmarred that granite chin and rock-solid jawline…  No bondage harness visible through the loose V of his unbuttoned black poets shirt, just smooth skin and rounded pecs and Michelangelo-grade abs…  At his hip coiled a black whip with an alarmingly large handle that had me making unwarranted sexual inferences about what he had inside those snug black trousers.  Well, maybe not entirely unwarranted, from the way the contrast of light and shadow played along the thick bulge running just to the left of his zipper almost as high as his waistband.

Again without turning, Gwynne reached out to offer me her champagne bottle.  “Dry mouth, Livy?” Not just to teach her a lesson, I snatched the bottle from her and took a lengthy drag, then glared when she stole my bottle from the crate between us.

I had to concentrate on swallowing as the black-haired man sauntered unhurriedly into the midst of the stage-building activity and assumed a commanding pose with broad shoulders squared and with large, gloved hands clasped at his back.  As he pivoted slowly, little by little, to survey the full scene, I caught myself staring at his corded thighs in those skimming black pants and the curve of his muscular ass.  And those hands, encased in black leather.  My imagination kicked in so strong that I could hear the soft creak of the material, smell that lingering musk of animal, feel the chill of a single finger tracing my cheek.  My nipples peaked painfully hard through my lacy bra and black cashmere sweater in response.

***

I'll very likely post a few more teasers before release day.  I'm really hoping everyone is excited to read this; it has been amazing to write.

The last thing I'd like to share tonight is a song a friend just played for me that I think would sound awesome on a Cirque de Plaisir soundtrack: Flight Facilities' Crave You (Adventure Club Mix).

Monday, December 10, 2012

In His Wake: His #6 Now Available!

I have a new release annoucement and some news for everyone today.  First...

In His Wake: His #6 is finally available!  It is still processing at B&N and Kobo, but a phone call to Amazon got it moving.  Without further ado...




In His Wake: His #6 (A Billionaire Domination Serial)
A Domination and Submission Romance

When Chloe Bloom left the Brazilian island paradise of Ilha de Flor and her billionaire Dom and lover, Adrian Knight, she thought she was returning forever to her controlled, sedate life as an up and coming junior partner at the premier environmental law firm on the East Coast.  But that firm is exactly what Adrian needs to defend himself from a pending indictment designed to ruin him and pry ownership of the island from his grasp.  Facing Adrian again in a harsh winter metropolis far from their tropical haven, Chloe struggles to master the tumultuous emotional fallout the man seems destined to leave in his wake, even as he draws her reluctantly back into his bed.  She’ll have to decide if she’s fighting with him or fighting for him and exactly how much she’s willing to risk for Adrian and everyone waiting back on Ilha de Flor.

Length: 16,500 words
 
You can find In His Wake: His #6 now on all Amazon channels (including Amazon US and Amazon UK) and on All Romance eBooks.  It should be available shortly on B&N and Kobo.  Unfortunately, due to Smashwords policies, Smashwords and Apple readers will have to wait until the serial is complete and all titles can be released at once. [Edit: B&N has His 6 live now!]
 
We're only two titles from the end of the His Series now, and I have to take a second to tell all of you how much your support has meant to me.  Thank you for spending your hard-earned money to follow the journey of Chloe and Adrian.  Thank you for the emails telling me how much you love them and asking when the next story is coming.  Thank you for the reviews (especially the one vowing to come find me and the draft of His #6--that one made me smile).  Thank you for spreading the word about the His Series to your friends, family, and neighbors.
 
I also want to mention that I have taken over one of the Sunday spots on the popular erotica blog One Handed Writers.  Stop by and check out my posts!  Again, I'll be there every other Sunday.
 
Also, if you like the idea of chatting with other erotica and erotic romance readers and authors, award-winning erotica legend Selena Kitt has recently launched a reader forum on her site for Excessica Publishing.  I'll be around when I'm not writing furiously!  Which reminds me...
 
In the NEAR future, you can look forward (I hope) to the completion of the His and Weekend Submissive Series, the beginning of a new romantic domination serial, the return of the Bitter Creek Doms, and...a full length novel that will be part of a big multi-author promotional event that just might include a new book from a NYT bestselling novelist.  More details after New Years!
 
Until then, my friends, Happy Holidays and Happy Reading!

Monday, November 19, 2012

In His Grip: His 5 Out Now, Plus A Quick News Roundup

Yes, as the post title suggests, I have recovered from the plague (okay, it was a very very bad cold), and In His Grip: His #5 has been released.  As usual, it will be on sale for 99 cents for the early birds, probably until tomorrow night (pacific time).  Here's what I've got for you, lovely readers:

 
 


In His Grip: His #5 (A Billionaire Domination Serial)

This fantasy life as the sexual submissive for gorgeous billionaire Dom Adrian Knight on the private Brazilian island paradise of Ilha de Flor is crashing down around the shoulders of Chloe Bloom, beginning with her realization that she’s falling in love with the debonair British rake and furthered by the arrival of the ex-boyfriend who betrayed her so publicly with other women.

Adrian is fast losing control as well, stunned and wounded by Chloe’s distance from him as she comes face-to-face with his greatest rival and her former lover, Penn Ellison.  Knight’s nemesis comes well-prepared, armed with secrets that could pry the beautiful submissive from Adrian’s arms and threaten his plans for the island itself.

As she struggles to maintain her newfound faith in her rogue Dom, Chloe will discover the real motive behind Adrian’s seduction and the legacy of his family’s influence on him…and find herself feeling less like she is safeguarded in Knight’s care and more like she’s trapped in his grip.

Length: 14,600 words

Bonus Material: Includes excerpts from domination erotica shorts My Two Doms: Hot Hard Ménage #3 and Bridled: Bitter Creek Doms #1
 
In His Grip: His #5 is available now at Amazon (US, UK, Germany, France, Spain, Italy, and Japan), Barnes & Noble, and All Romance eBooks.  Once the entire series as been released (in December), it will be available on Smashwords and Apple, as Smashwords (who distributes the titles to Apple) does not allow serials to be released until the entire series is ready for distribution.  His 1-3 are also available through Kobo, and more titles will be released there shortly.
 
Aaaand for a quick update on upcoming releases, I wanted to let my erotica and erotic romance readers know that I'm taking a new approach to future projects.  I won't be pursuing any more of the "taboo erotica" projects at this time, but that does leave several other series outstanding.
 
While there will not be a Bitter Creek Doms 3 or 4, there will be future titles in the Bitter Creek Dom(s) series  (AND SOON!).  The same for the Dom Next Door series.  The series will continue with erotic romance novelettes (12-15,000 words each) and novellas (20-30,000 words).  That means stories with more plot and character development while maintaining the level of steamy intimacy and romantic domination so popular with both erotic and erotic romance readers.
 
The exceptions will be the Weekend Submissive series, which WILL have the promised part 2 and 3 (without a change in style or structure), and Claimed In Battle: Master Vampire #4.  People have been waiting a long time for me to finish up the vampire series, and I'm planning on getting that tied up in December or January.
And, of course, there have been a lot of requests for more titles like Satyrs, and I think the shift to a longer erotic romance format will be perfect for fans of my paranormal menage tales.  Look for a paranormal menage novella in the next couple of months.
 
So...I hope that's good news for everyone.  More erotic romance!  More Bitter Creek Doms and Dom Next Door--but as erotic romances!  More paranormal menage!  More Weekend Submissive!  Now, if you will excuse me, I have a lot of writing to do.