Monday 15 February 2021

Spotlight: Joey Hill



Bio/How I Became interested in BDSM group and the genre:


When I started writing BDSM romance, I came into it as a Male Dom/female sub writer, because I’m a female submissive myself. But when my second title, Holding the Cards, hit a creative wall, I decided to flip the script and see what happened if the hero became the submissive. The story opened up and flowed from there forward. It opened me up as an author as well, because from then on, I let the characters lead me. As such, I’ve had the pleasure of exploring all different Dom/sub dynamics in my books: M/f, F/m, M/f/M, F/m/f, M/m, IR, etc. That includes relationships dealing with disabilities, like my most recent book, In His Arms, where my Dom hero is a paraplegic.


Those journeys haven’t limited themselves to my three contemporary series. In 2007, I had the opportunity to do something I’d wanted to do for a very long time; write a vampire series where the vampire-servant bond was an extreme and intense D/s relationship. Now I’m up to over 15 books in my Vampire Queen series. I’ve also done two other paranormal series (mermaids/angels and witches/sorcerers) that have a Dom/sub dynamic, though they’re a little lighter handed.


When I started writing BDSM romance, it wasn’t even widely offered in bookstores, so having a significant reader community at the BDSM GoodReads Group is bliss. Like a lot of authors under deadline, I have to lurk there more often than play, but every time I visit, I get inspired. As well as add more TBRs to my own reading list, lol.


Thanks for checking out my work. I hope you’ll find a story to love.





My current work in process is the newest Vampire Queen series book, Vampire Guardian. It should come out late spring 2021, but would you like a peek at it now, to get a feel for my vampire world? Adan is vampire, Catriona is Fae, a tree nymph. Being a gifted magic user, Adan has been called to Club Atlantis to help magically re-structure the BDSM venue to allow non-humans to play without fear of discovery. Catriona is a resident guest of the club’s vampire owner. Her presence doesn’t thrill Adan, because he has no love for the Fae. But when he sees her studying the equipment afterhours, he’s reluctantly drawn to her side to investigate what she is doing…


* * *


“Don’t screw with me.”


The knife blade in his tone made her smile vanish. She pivoted back to the St. Andrew’s cross. “If my company offends you, my lord, you can return to your studies. I will not linger here long.”


Adan studied her rigid back, suppressed a sigh. “Tell me what you’re trying to figure out.”


Why the hell was he testing these waters? But he already knew the answer. Simple biology.


Dom, sub. Same room. Dungeon equipment.


Let poor judgment reign.


Her shoulders tensed, and she tilted her head down, chin to her shoulder, to capture him in her peripheral vision. “How it works,” she said stiffly.


“Follow my direction, and I’ll show you.”


As he closed the distance between them, Catriona flipped around, so fast hyper speed got a checkbox on her list of skills. He logged her rabbiting pulse, the way her eyes had dilated. Flight and defense reactions. His gaze dropped to her hands. Half-curled into fists. Fight reaction.


An interesting mix.


“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said gruffly. “All right?”


She pressed her lips together, gave him a short nod. He could instruct her to step up onto the cross’s foot blocks, but he didn’t. He bent and slid an arm around her waist, tightened that hold to lift her. Her willow lean body was surprisingly resilient, and way too female. It set off all the straight male trigger points, designed by the smirking, sadistic gods to respond to a woman’s proximity.


“Put your feet on the platforms.”


When she did, he kept a steadying hand at her waist, and gripped her wrist with the other. He lifted it, aligning her right arm along the upper corresponding piece of the cross. “Leave your knuckles pressed to the wood.”


She obeyed, and he released her wrist to bring down the adjustable handle, guide her fingers beneath it. “Grip that.”


He did the same to her other hand, then placed his over her curled grasp. “Don’t let go of them.”


When depressed with the thumb, a useful tab on the inside of the arms moved the handles up and down. The Dom woodworker had been inspired by a medieval rack, only his or her intentions had far better purpose.


Adan slid both handles up at the same time, straightening her arms further and bringing her up on her toes. A vampire’s enhanced senses were good for calculating reach. A Master’s experience told him where that extra inch was, past which a sub had to strain for him.


It elongated her body, lifted her chest and pressed it against his torso. Her startled gaze flicked down, then up to his face.  His hands were spread over her wrists, his fingertips resting on the base of her palms. Her knuckles were white, and her breasts were quivering. She wasn’t calm.


Neither was he.


"The Dom straps your wrists up like this,” he said. “Your ankles to the bottom pieces. He can choose to keep you facing him, or turn you around, depending on what he wants to access.”


Her breath flitted across his mouth like the brush of a feather. "What does he do, once he restrains me?"


"Whatever he wants."


Her grey-green eyes became even softer, the color of down. "What would you do to me, my lord?"


If she had left the personal out of it, he could have maintained. But those words, “you” and “too me,” opened the gate to what he wanted to do. He stepped back, releasing her so suddenly one of her feet left the platform. Her hands slipped away from the handles and she gripped the frame to steady herself.


He didn’t leave her, return to his work as he should have. So he was able to see the flipped pages of emotions on her face.


Surprise. Hurt. Thoughtfulness.


She stood between the bottom pieces of the cross, her back straight. She had her curled hands linked together, elbows bent as she pressed knotted fingers to her abdomen.


"One moment, you look at me with desire,” she said. “Interest. Hunger. The way you look at your scrolls and books, but different. The next moment, what’s in your eyes becomes hatred. So much it hurts."


"Hurts who?"


"Me. You. Everything." The break in her voice betrayed her emotions. "It radiates out, coats the world around you in reds and oranges until you turn your mind from it and draw all that rage back into you again."


He stared at her. "Put your hands and feet back where I had them."


“Why?” She set her jaw, her fingers digging against her stomach. She was having trouble standing against his will. Knowing why did nothing to help the situation he was sinking into deeper by the minute.


“Because I told you to.” He reached out, touched her chin to bring her attention from his throat up to his face. “I still won’t hurt you.”


Her eyes widened at the touch. He hadn’t said the words with any gentleness, but he meant them.


Slowly, she complied. Since the handles were still where he’d moved them, she had to strain to reach them, stretching her body up in an unconscious sexual offering, especially when she spread her thighs to follow the bottom pieces of the cross. He was pushing this, big time, but he didn’t stop himself.


"Red and orange are the colors for passion as well,” he noted. “Anger and passion can get along well enough."


He closed the distance, bringing them almost nose to nose. She had a sweet one, small and straight, nostrils flared with the agitation inside her. When he put his hands over her slim wrists, he watched her lips part, heard the tiny sound in her throat. It almost made his fangs unsheathe.


"I can hate what you are and have you all the same,” he said, low. “Make you beg for more. You'll cherish my hatred, what I can summon from those fires to turn your body to flame."


She trembled. Her eyes, filled with the colors of earth, beckoned him to tumble into their depths. Into the heart of the earth itself, which was flame, too. A different kind of flame.


Her head turned, and she started. It pulled him out of the turmoil of his mind and gut, and what he saw took him off guard, too. Whatever influence he'd had on her mind and emotions had resulted in a resurrection of the wood. The cross now had several cracks in its veneer, tiny shoots coming forth, green leaves unfurling as they watched.


“Life doesn’t respond to hate, my lord,” she said softly.


* * *


If you’d like to learn more about the Vampire Queen series, you can find all the books in the series here - This includes buy links, excerpts, and which books can standalone, if one grabs your attention more than another. Look for Vampire Guardian late spring/early summer 2021!

Friday 12 February 2021

Spotlight and Review: Love in Moments by Scarlett Cole


“Count on Scarlett Cole to give you everything you want in romance!”
--Carly Phillips, New York Times bestselling author.

Love in Moments, an all-new emotional and moving standalone and second book in the Love Distilled series from bestselling author Scarlett Cole is available now!

Thursday 11 February 2021

Spotlight: Golden Angel and Bondage Buddies



USA Today Bestselling Author

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Golden Angel is a USA Today Bestselling Author, Amazon Top 50 bestselling author, Nook bestselling author and self-described bibliophile with a "kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little crazy. 

She is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry. 

She believes the world is a better place when there's a little magic in it.


When I first got to college, I discovered a whole new world online. Not just porn, but erotic stories, which I found to be even more appealing to me than the movies. I love to read and I was hooked on these new-to-me genres. When I fell down the rabbit hole I discovered something else new-to-me that suddenly explained a lot about me. 

Online BDSM erotic stories were my first glimpse into the world of kink and things about my childhood suddenly began to make sense. Why Princess Leia in the gold bikini and ESPECIALLY in the collar and leash fascinated me. Same thing with Princess Jasmine when she was chained up by Jafar. Why I would watch cartoons and internally cheer for the villain when he tied the heroine up and threatened to do wicked things to her… my imagination didn’t know what wicked things were possible, but it wanted to. I never understood why and I always felt slightly ashamed by the direction my brain would try to go. 

Then I discovered the online BDSM erotic stories where suddenly it was HEROES tying up the heroine and doing all sorts of devlish things to her, with her enthusiastic consent, and my goodness… it was everything I’d secretly yearned for but didn’t know existed until then. After that, I was hooked. I started writing my own for the website. I explored the lifestyle a little with friends.

Eventually I discovered full length BDSM romances, and at that point I was basically done for. I binged on Lexi Blake, Cherise Sinclair, Kallypso Masters, and eventually many others. Becoming a BDSM romance author was a dream come true and one that I am so thankful for.


 Exclusive (unedited) teaser for Bondage Buddies - Golden Angel’s upcoming April 6th first book in a new BDSM romance series!


Even in the dimmed lights, it was impossible not to appreciate Domi's naked beauty. Her nipples stood out from the small mounds of her breasts, just begging to be pinched, bitten, and tormented. Her lips were parted, eyes alight, and cheeks flushed with eagerness. Mitch rubbed her clit a little harder and she moaned, the slick heat of her pussy growing wetter with every stroke of his fingers.

Music, slow and languorous with a throbbing bass, filled the room. The regular lights dimmed even further, and a couple walked out onto the slightly raised stage in the middle of the room where all the brightest lights were now focused. The way the lights were aimed kept them out of the darkened booths, though there were also privacy curtains available at each one, including black sheer ones for those who wanted to see out but didn’t want to be seen. Thick red velvet ones could enclose the booth completely, turning it into a little oasis of privacy, but that would mean not being able to watch the show either. Mitch didn’t bother with either, he and Domi didn’t care about being seen.

Master Michael, one of the owners of Marquis, and his girlfriend and submissive, Ellie stepped onto the stage. Like Mitch and Domi, Michael was a sadist and Ellie was a masochist, which meant it was guaranteed to be a show that would appeal directly to them.

Michael was tall, muscular in a lanky way, with brown hair that brushed the tops of his cheeks and was constantly getting in his eyes. In contrast, Ellie was short, generously curved, with creamy pale skin and nearly black hair. The short silky robe she was wearing accented her curves thanks to the belt tied around her middle, and the skirt fluttered around her thighs. They were an attractive couple, with a connection that was palpable.

Walking to the center of the stage, Michael turned to face his sub, leaning down to give her a soft, tender kiss on the lips. Barefoot, Ellie stretched up to meet him, the expression on her face adoring.

Mitch pulled away from Domi's pussy, ignoring her whimper of disappointment. He pressed his wet fingers to her lips and bit back his own groan when she immediately accepted them, cleaning her juices with her tongue. The mimicry of what he wanted her mouth to be doing to his cock was hot as fuck. Curving his other arm around her, Mitch brought her flush up against him so he could more easily play with her breasts. He pulled his fingers from her lips so he could take one in each hand. They fit into his palms easily, allowing his fingers to close around the full mound and reach her peaked nipples.

Rather than teasing her, he immediately gave each one a hard pinch, making her gasp in surprise and pain. His cock jerked at the soft sound, which she'd clearly tried to muffle. Tightening his grip, he tugged on them, making her arch her back and lean forward, squirming with arousal the entire time.

On the stage, Michael had already stripped Ellie out of the robe she was wearing and revealing the weights attached to her nipple rings, pulling them down, and a flash of jewelry between her thighs. Likely something to torture her sweet pussy.

Mitch rolled Domi's nipples painfully, eliciting a high-pitched whine from the back of her throat. Leaning closer to her, he kissed the muscle where her throat met her shoulder and then nipped at it, dragging his teeth over her sensitive skin. His cock was now rock hard and pressing against his leathers, begging to be let out.

"I think your nipples could use some jewelry as well, don't you?" he whispered, twisting and tugging on the small buds. "I wouldn't want you to get jealous of Ellie."

"Yes, please, Sir," Domi said immediately, her voice soft and needy. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward, like her body was repeating the plea.

He nearly groaned at her eagerness. Only a sweet little masochist would take the pinches and twists to her nipples that he was doling out and then ask for more.

"Keep watching Master Michael and Ellie." He murmured the order into her ear. "Don't take your eyes off of them."

Releasing the little buds, he grinned as she let out a long breath, her body relaxing from the tension. That little bit of relief wasn't going to last very long, and he knew that neither of them wanted it to. 

On stage, Michael had secured Ellie's wrists to a rope hanging down in the center of the stage and her ankles to a spreader bar that forced her legs wide apart. He was wrapping rope around Ellie's body, focusing on figure eights around her large breasts that made them jut out even more, her pale skin turning pink as they were bound. She was panting, her eyes almost glazed over. Now, with her legs spread, Mitch could see the clamp that was on her clit as well.

Reaching into his pocket, Mitch pulled out the clover clamps he'd brought along. Their initial pinch wasn't bad, but any tugging on them made them tighten, increasing their bite. Perfect for Domi. 

Tuesday 9 February 2021

Release day: Love in Moments by Scarlett Cole

“Count on Scarlett Cole to give you everything you want in romance!”
--Carly Phillips, New York Times bestselling author.

Love in Moments, an all-new emotional and moving standalone and second book in the Love Distilled series from bestselling author Scarlett Cole is available now!

Tuesday 2 February 2021

Review: Dare to Be a Duchess by Sapna Bhog

Title: Dare to Be a Duchess