Monday, March 27, 2017

Cover Reveal for Mistress of the Air


Cover Reveal—‘Mistress Of The Air’ by S. Nano

‘Mistress of the Air’ is a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure.
Released on 21st April.

Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester owns a brass mine in Zanzibar, a Lapsang Souchong tea plantation in China, a rubber farm in Malaysia, trunk loads of corsetry and the country’s largest collection of antique whips.
Larger than life, and itching to find new and inventive ways to punish her submissive gentlemen, the Edwardian dominatrix has a vision. 
Embracing the spirit of the age of aviation, she embarks on a series of adventures on her airship, ‘The Corseted Domme’, with her transvestite maid, Victoria, her airship pilot, Captain Wyndham and her automaton sex-doll, Borghild.
A select group of submissive gentlemen, consisting of a duke, bishop, lawyer and banker, is invited to join Lady Sally so she can try out her dastardly, electric and steam-powered devices on them.
She spanks, whips, and punishes her way across the Empires of Europe, dropping off to visit her aristocratic relatives and friends for afternoon tea.
But Lady Sally’s journey is not uneventful. War is threatening to break out and the Ministry of Aviation want to commandeer her airship for the war effort. And when ‘The Corseted Domme’ has a crash landing, Lady Sally realises there is a stowaway on board intent on sabotaging her airship.
‘Mistress of the Air’ is a genre-crossing comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure as Lady Sally delivers a BDSM kick up the back-side to the Edwardian country house novel.

Story extract
“Jolly bad luck on the final race, Wyndham. It was a daring move and deserving of greater reward.”
The captain’s face lit up at the compliment. He looked up but couldn’t help but be distracted by the sight of Lady’s Sally’s breasts. Her dress was cut daringly low, and the magnificent orbs of white flesh were pushed up enticingly by her corset and the cut of her gown.
And then she started talking. If Wyndham was embarrassed about what to say to her, he didn’t need to worry. She commanded the conversation and Wyndham listened, bewitched and mesmerised at the vision she laid before him. There was no escape for him. He was pinned into the corner by Lady Sally’s heaving breasts with no escape. He tried to concentrate on what she was saying, conscious of the treatment meted out on Monsieur Le Blon, all the time urging himself to focus on her face not her chest, but it was an enormous effort of will when they were practically thrust under his nose. 
She spoke of her airship. She described how vast it was going to be, how fast, how powerful, and how high it would fly. She described how sumptuously it would be fitted out. She extolled the virtues of her ocean liner of the air. Wyndham nodded enthusiastically as her breasts swelled and subsided with every excited explication of her venture. She enthused about her designers and engineers who were working on it, of the technical challenges they faced and how they had overcome them. Wyndham stood trapped in the corner of the ballroom like a frightened rabbit in headlights all the time trying to distract himself from the sight of Lady Sally’s enormous décolletage as it heaved up and down in front of his eyes.
Then she proceeded to explain how, as he must certainly know, she was the foremost dominatrix of her age and described with great enthusiasm the dungeon that would be fitted out on the airship, and how excited she was about the adventures she would have, and the whippings, spankings and punishments she would administer to the carefully selected group of submissive gentlemen who would be accompanying her on the airship’s maiden voyage.
“It’s my ambition, Captain Wyndham, to be the Mistress of the Air, yes…a veritable Mistress of the Air, and I envisage you playing a vital role in fulfilling my vision.”
Wyndham’s ears pricked up at those words but he only had the slightest moment to interject with a nervous, “oh really,” before the enormous breasts backed him even further into the corner. Lady Sally continued by praising his aviation skills and the daring manoeuvres she’d witnessed at the flying meeting. Wyndham flushed with pride. She went on, much to the captain’s delight, to say how those French aviators were all show and no guts, and she needed somebody who would take risks for her, to serve her loyally and selflessly. Finally, she wound up her diatribe and came directly to the point.
 “Now Captain. I pride myself on my instincts and judgement of character. You see, the matter is I need an airship pilot. I need someone who can share my enthusiasm for air flight and is a skilled aviator. I believe you are my man Wyndham.”
Lady Sally continued extolling the excitement of the new age, how she was going to take her airship on a grand tour across Europe and how he, Wyndham, would be her pilot. 
Finally, she concluded, “So that’s all settled then, Captain Wyndham. I can assure you the financial rewards will be considerable. It’s good to have you on board. I’m sure we will share many adventures together. You can report to my airship station at Howden in Yorkshire. My maid, Victoria, will give you all the details.”
With one dismissive wave of a lace-gloved hand she breezed off, leaving the hapless Wyndham gaping in astonishment. He had been swept away by her charisma. He had barely uttered a word. At no point had he agreed to the venture yet he knew in his gut he would accept the challenge. He felt strangely compelled to help Lady Sally fulfil her vision of travel in the largest and fastest dirigible ever to be built.

About the author
S. Nano (formerly writing as Slave Nano) is an author of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings, often drawing on the themes of female supremacy, BDSM and fetish but with a seam of quirky humour running through them as well.

His first full-length erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a BDSM/fetish re-invention of Alice in Wonderland, was published by Xcite Books. His short stories and novellas have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing.

His second novel, ‘Mistress Of The Air’, a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure, will be published by eXcessica on 21st April 2017.

Facebook (Nano Vaslen): http://www.facebook.com/nano.vaslen
Amazon UK author profile: http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B005EBU1QI







Thursday, March 16, 2017

Release Blitz~ Lucy Felthouse's An Interesting Find


Out Now—An Interesting Find by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #menage #military #gay


Nathan and Lee are on a relaxing summer holiday in the UK. They plan to do lots of walking and exploring in the beautiful English countryside. Naturally, typical British weather derails their plans on their first day, leaving them cooped up indoors with little to do but read.

When the weather clears, the men eagerly put on their hiking boots and head out for a walk. However, when they reach their destination—a pond a little distance from their holiday cottage—they make a shocking discovery. An odd-looking bundle of rags turns out to be an unconscious man. With no one else around, and no mobile phone signal to call for help, they manage to get the stranger back to their cottage to get him warm and dry, and figure out what to do next.

When their unexpected house guest regains consciousness, however, things just get more complicated. The stranger—a British soldier called Jonny—doesn’t want the authorities to be notified of his presence. As the three men try to come to some agreement, the sexual tension in the air becomes apparent, and suddenly the last thing on any of their minds is leaving the cottage…

Buy links:
Amazon (universal link): http://mybook.to/aninterestingfind
Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2mstDwW
Google Books: http://bit.ly/2mdFPAS



Excerpt:
Closing his book with a very final slap, Nathan then put it on the coffee table in front of him. He leaned back in his chair. Stretching languidly, he said, “Bloody good, that was. Though, admittedly, I thought it’d last me all week. Wasn’t expecting to get through it on day one.”
Raising an eyebrow, Lee shot Nathan an amused glance. “Not far off myself. Fucking storm. Stupid us, eh, going on holiday in the UK in summertime—not like you can guarantee the sodding weather, is it? Should’ve gone to the Canaries.”
“No, we can’t guarantee the weather, but…” Nathan gave the window a sidelong glance, “I do have some good news.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. The torrential downpour has stopped.”
“Seriously?” Lee slammed his own book closed and scurried over to the window. “Oh, wow, it’s cleared right up, and I can see a rainbow. Wanna head out? Just a little wander down to that pond we saw on the way here, maybe? Get some fresh air. We’ve got loads of daylight left, haven’t we?”
Nathan checked his watch. “Yeah, plenty. Especially if we’re only nipping to the pond. It’s probably only a fifteen-minute walk.”
“Fantastic. I was going a bit fucking stir crazy in here. I’ll grab our coats and shoes.”
Lee had disappeared into the hallway of their rented holiday cottage before Nathan had the chance to reply. Shaking his head with a smile, Nathan collected their empty mugs from the coffee table and took them into the kitchen, then got a bottle of water from the fridge. He doubted they’d need a drink during their short trek along the road, but he could just shove the bottle in his coat pocket and forget about it. At least it’d be there if they wanted it.
When he returned to the living room, Lee was just about to tie up his laces.
“I got water,” Nathan said, brandishing the bottle.
“Cool. Shoes are there.” He nodded to the chair Nathan had been sitting in. Sure enough, his trail shoes were waiting on the floor in front of it.
“Thanks.”
Within a few minutes, they were headed out of the door. Nathan locked up, pocketed the key, then checked the handle. He doubted very much the place would get broken into—they were in the middle of nowhere, after all. There were farms nearby, but the closest village was about a mile and a half away. So any thieves would have to make a considerable effort to get to the cottage in the first place, never mind attempt to break into it. Rolling his eyes at his own paranoia, he turned and followed Lee, who’d already started walking slowly along the road in the direction of the pond.
After falling into step beside Lee, Nathan pulled in some deep breaths, enjoying the fresh air after being cooped up in the cottage. It was a beautiful and cozy place, but it was supposed to be a base for them to go walking—somewhere for them to eat, sleep and shower, not to be stuck in for hours on end, staring at the walls. Or climbing them.
He admired the rainbow as they walked, its vivid colors painted across the watery sky. It seemed the clouds had literally exhausted themselves—only occasional wispy streaks of white now interrupted the never-ending blue. The sun beamed down, heating up the ground and beginning to evaporate the huge puddles. It would take some doing—one such puddle stretched across the width of the road, and they had to skirt around its edge to avoid getting wet feet.
Nathan smiled. Though the storm itself had been grim, the washed-out aftermath made everything feel fresh, clean somehow.
“You look thoughtful,” Lee said, breaking into his reverie. “A penny for them?”
“Mmm. It’s one of those things that sounds better in your head than said out loud.”
“Try me.”
Shrugging, Nathan replied. “Nothing major. Just admiring the rainbow, the sky, the clouds… Thinking how everything looks so fresh and clean after a good storm. Like it’s been purified, or something… Ugh, it’s stupid.”
Lee stopped and reached for Nathan’s hand. His green eyes were wide and filled with wonder. “No, it isn’t. Not at all—I was thinking something similar myself. It’s kinda romantic, isn’t it? Purification, rebirth, and all that.”
“In a roundabout way, maybe. I dunno.” He shrugged again.
Lee’s eyes narrowed, and his lips curved into a wicked grin. “We could make it romantic.”
“How so?”
“Come here, and I’ll show you.” Still gripping Nathan’s hand, Lee tugged him close and moved in for a kiss. Nathan went into the embrace willingly, the smile on his face soon smothered by Lee’s hot lips.



Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9


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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Book Spotlight- Accounting For Love by Kate Hill

Accounting for Love
by Kate Hill
Erotic Paranormal Romance, St. Patrick’s Day

Blurb:
Lucas has just returned from a most unsatisfying vacation to find his department at the Wit and Wizardry Brewery in a shambles. Of troll ancestry, Lucas is a man of appalling disposition and astounding accounting skills. Determined to set everything in order as soon as possible, he refuses to leave the office at closing time, even thought it means missing out on St. Patrick's Day celebrations.

Lucas finds he's not the only one working late. Cait, the newly hired head of marketing for the brewery, is there as well. Her overly-cheerful manner drives Lucas crazy. The last thing he needs is an optimistic, chatty, adorable pixie distracting him at work, but she can't seem to understand that he wants to be left alone.

What neither realize is that earlier that evening, Lucas had washed down his dinner with a magical beer that will guide him toward his true love. The abominable accountant and the merry marketing manager are about to prove that opposites do attract and St. Patrick's Day really is the best day to fall in love.

Excerpt:
"I can't believe what I'm seeing. This place is a complete disaster. It looks like a dozen air-headed pixies turned this office upside down," Lucas said with a growl.

He flipped through the piles of unorganized paperwork on his desk and cursed the lazy sadist who had invented paid vacations. He hadn't wanted to go away for a week, but his bosses said that he hadn't taken time off in. . .well, Lucas had always managed to avoid extended leaves. An occasional weekend off was all he needed. Time off meant a change to his carefully planned schedule.

"It's going to take me all day and most of the night to get remotely organized again. Damn it, Dillon. Who did you get to cover for me while I was away?"

Dillon Dunn was probably the only friend Lucas had. Dillon hadn't hired Lucas because of their friendship, however. It was because Lucas was the best at his job. Dillon and his two brothers knew how to brew beer, that was for sure, but they also knew their limits and spared no expense hiring the best people for their company. The Wit and Wizardry Brewery had an unsurpassed reputation in both the mortal and magical worlds.

As accounting manager at the brewery's magical headquarters, Lucas worked in a renovated castle in Ireland, well disguised from the human population. Outside, it appeared weathered and uninhabited, but inside hummed with activity, from Lucas's basement office to the promotions department in the tallest, sunniest tower.

"Uh, first off, my friend, watch the pixie slurs. You know we're inclusive here at Wit and Wizardry," Dillon said. "Not to mention, we do have an actual Pixie working for us now."

"How can I forget?" muttered Lucas.

Cait, the new marketing manager in charge of advertising their beer to the magical world, was everything Lucas hated in a woman--well just about. She had that perky, condescending, false-friendliness that he detested about so many people in the corporate world. Marketing managers like Cait seemed particularly adept at it. Nothing ruffled her, she was always smiling and complimented Lucas every time they met, even though he merely grunted in reply and never complimented her back. The only good thing he could say about her was that she was beautiful and nowadays that was considered sexual harassment.

Lucas remembered the old days, when a man could grab a woman's arse, gaze into her eyes and praise her comely looks before dragging her to a nice bed of leaves in a secluded cave.

Ah well, memories like that were literally from ages ago. In those times, when men were men and women were less complicated, he'd been little more than a lad, spending summers with his father's family in the mountains of Northern Europe. Trolls weren't much for talking, but few magical creatures were better at action, either in bed or on the battlefield.

"Well try to be nice to her," Dillon said.

"Nice isn't in my nature."

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About Kate
Always a fan of romance and the paranormal, Kate Hill started writing over twenty years ago for pleasure. Her first story, a short erotic vampire tale, was accepted for publication in 1996. Since then she has sold over one hundred short stories, novellas and novels.
When she's not working on her books, Kate enjoys reading, working out, spending time with her family and pets and running the Compelling Beasts Blog, dedicated to antagonists, antiheroes and paranormal creatures. She also writes under the name Saloni Quinby.

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Upcoming Release- Moon Kissed Magic (Devon Falls 4)


Moon Kissed Magic
Devon Falls 4
Paranormal Erotic Romance, Wolf Shifter
Fireborn Publishing
Release date: March 24th, 2017

A wolf shifter finds that falling in love is not the only problem he has. He has to convince Jaxon, his soul mate, his love is true.

For wolf shifter Rod Dracon, finding his destined mate just got harder. For the woman his wolf wants is none other than Jaxon Sinclair. A woman who sneers and quips about his life but he can't deny she calls to him on a primal level. Now the problem is…this wolf shifter has to claim his mate before she walks away…forever.

Short Teaser:

Jax didn't want to think of Rod after her night spent washing wishes but her thoughts seemed not to bother following her wishes tonight. Each time she was at the bar, that lothario had women draped all over him like leeches and yet he hadn't hit on her since that one night of drunken monkey sex in high school.
Honestly, she had more than one brain cell, unlike some of the women he took home. Even though she enjoyed the way his jeans hugged his tight ass and the way his muscles bunched under his t-shirt, Jax knew better than to contemplate a night with the "stud master", the nickname she gave him after years of hearing about his conquests. It was enough to see him at the local hotspots working his wiles on the women, and whenever she got near him, he acted like she was cramping his style.
Sighing, she tossed her shoes in the corner, grabbed some water, walked into her bedroom, and sank on the edge of her bed. She hated dishes as well as men who thought they were all that and a bag of chips. What is it with men who think they need to add one more notch on that bedpost? Jax tossed her clothes into the corner. She wrinkled her nose at the stale beer and smoke smells that wafted from them.
Slowly she made her way to the shower and tried to figure out why she was bothered by the way the cheap floozies immediately spied Rodrick and flew to his side. It was enough to make her ashamed to be a woman. Jax stepped inside the shower and tried to erase the sight of not one, not two, but three women draped all over Rod.
She soaped down and let the hot water ease her aches.
She muttered, "If I am ever that desperate to get laid again, I hope someone just shoots me to put me out of misery. I may have enjoyed that one wild night in high school but he sure didn't care. He left that morning without a goodbye and I'm definitely not interested in him anymore. He needs to learn that someday he will find a woman who will say no and mean it. Then I will laugh uncontrollably at the irony of it all."
Jax got out of the shower and yawned. She turned off the lights and padded naked to the bed. Drawing the sheets over her, she yawned as she watched the shadows dance in the moonlight against her walls. I wonder if I will ever see Rodrick work to win not just a woman's body but also her heart as well. He needs to learn that women are not just play toys for him. If that happens, I am going to cheer and hope she has better sense than I did. She punched her pillow and settled into sleep.
"He needs to be taught a lesson," Jax mumbled before sleep took over.

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Friday, March 10, 2017

Welcome author Anne Welch

Getting to Know Bestselling Author, Anne Welch

When did you know, you wanted to become a writer? Talk about your background.

Anne: I think I always knew I wanted to write. I grew up in a very small town in South Carolina. From a young age, I loved to read and make up my own stories. As I got older I began writing songs. Music had always been a big part of my childhood as well. I sang and acted in church plays. After high school I decided to pursue songwriting and moved to Nashville, TN. I had moderate success and even had a couple of my songs on the radio. But I soon realized that didn’t pay the bills so I went to work in the medical field. For years, I continued to write lyrics and short stories and one day I met Author Anna Kristell. We became fast friends and I worked as her assistant for a couple of years. I shared my love of writing with her and showed her some of my stories. She encouraged me to give writing books a shot. Through her guidance and encouragement, I published my first book, It’s An Anne Thing, in 2014. This book quickly became a best seller for me in humor/satire. By the end of 2017 I will have published my 7th book.  

 What genres do you write? Do you have a preference? 

Anne: I always tell people I have two sides and each one balances the other out. One is my humorous side. I love to laugh and make people laugh. So naturally I began with humor/satire books, It’s An Anne Thing, and It’s An Anne Thing Two. In these books, you learn about my love for houseboys, hot neighbor and duct tape. Some people think those books are entirely fiction but several of the stories are true. My other side is darker and more serious and I channel those in my contemporary and romantic suspense books. My contemporary series called Carolina Series is based on the small town I grew up in. The first book Carolina Hope is out now. Carolina Longing and Carolina Faith will be out very soon. I also just had the privilege of being a part of Paige Tyler’s Dallas Fire and Rescue Kindle World series. My first book Burning Fury is out now.

I love connecting with my readers. I promise to try to make you laugh daily. Readers Can Find Anne:

Website | Twitter | Amazon

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Anne Welch will be attending Romancing the Smokies

March 17-18, 2017 | Hilton Knoxville Airport, Alcoa, TN

Romancing the Smokies, a production by Sweet Romance Author Donna Wright, is a romance readers dream with a Emerald Isle event, author meet and greet, an elegant luncheon, book signing, Masquerade Ball including fun casino games, plus tons of swag and giveaways. Here, readers get to meet their favorite authors and authors get to connect with readers. We have put together authors from every sub-genre of Romance and even some Mystery authors so you, the reader, can make a personal connection and really get to know the authors whose books you’ve loved.

See full details at our website HERE.
See ticket options at Eventbright HERE. (the book signing from 2 to 4 on Saturday is free to the public)
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