Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Beyond the Compound Blog Tour

After two months of intensive BDSM training at The Compound, Hailey Davenport is ready to be placed with a Master to whom she will promise complete sensual submission and obedience. Thinking her contract has been purchased by the kind, older gentleman at the auction, she is surprised to be whisked by private jet to the Malibu home of a reclusive movie star. 

Ronan Wolfe is devastatingly handsome, wildly famous, hugely successful, and utterly miserable, trapped in a plastic world of Hollywood typecasting and more handlers than a prized race horse. Hailey, a quiet, self-contained yoga instructor from a small Vermont town, doesn’t own a TV or computer, and rarely goes to a movie. Ronan is shocked but pleased to realize her focus is entirely on their D/s connection—she knows him only as Master Ronan. Their relationship blossoms from the start, each of them eager to explore the intense world of erotic dominance and sensual surrender. 

Their lives are turned upside down by invasive paparazzi determined to “out” the couple, no matter the cost. When their secret life is splashed across the internet, the strain on them both threatens to destroy not only their contractual arrangement as Dom and sub, but the very fabric of a new and tenuous love.

Releasing October 3, 2014


Chapter 1

The slave girl stood perfectly still, arms raised high over her head, crossed at the wrists. Her eyes seemed turned inward, as if she were lost inside a dream. The only hint she was suffering, indeed, that she was even aware of what was happening to her, was the slight wince that moved like a whisper of wings over her features when the whip found its mark.
The Mistress stood to the side of the slave, who faced George in all her naked splendor. Her breasts were marked with a pleasing pattern of thin red lines left behind by the perfectly aimed strokes of the whip. When the tip caught her nipple, a small sigh escaped the woman’s parted lips and a tremor moved through her lithe form.
“Focus,” Mistress Miriam commanded in a low, clear voice. She struck the other nipple with the knotted tip of the whip, and the slave girl’s composure slipped a little more. She bit her lower lip and George could see the sheen of perspiration on her face and throat. “Remember why you exist,” the Mistress intoned. “You were born for this, Hailey. Let the pain take you where you need to go.”
The slave girl nodded slightly, serenity once again suffusing her delicate features. She had a narrow face, large dark blue eyes and shoulder-length blond hair, the kind that wasn’t any one color, but more like a blend of pale ash, buttery yellow and shimmering gold.
“Turn,” the Mistress commanded, and the woman pivoted slowly, arms still raised and crossed over her head. Christ, her ass was perfection itself—two round, lush globes absolutely made for spanking. George shifted on the sofa, using the contract he held in his hands to hide his sudden erection—not that anyone was looking at him.
The other bidder was focused squarely on the two stunning women in front of the huge stone fireplace. He didn’t look much over forty, no gray yet in his slicked-back blond hair. He looked like one of those Wall Street investment banker types dressed down for the weekend, consciously casual in rumpled linen pants and Gucci loafers with no socks.
George shifted his gaze back where it belonged. The slave girl was now panting, making sexy little sounds not unlike a woman nearing orgasm, as if the whip were a cock, instead of leather, and stroking her cunt, instead of brutally marking her ass and thighs. She wasn’t merely enduring this whipping with grace—she loved it. She craved it. She was perfect. He had to get her, no matter the cost.
Finally Mistress Miriam lowered the whip. “You may thank me,” she said imperiously, and the girl, her entire body trembling, lowered herself as gracefully as a ballerina to the floor and pressed her pretty mouth to the toe of Mistress Miriam’s shoe.
Mistress Miriam stepped back. “Kneel, at ease, facing the gentlemen,” she commanded. The girl lifted herself so her back was straight. Still on her knees, she pivoted so she faced the room. She rested her hands, palms up, on her thighs, her eyes appropriately downcast, though George could see the strength in her bearing and pride in the lift of her chin.
That was all to the good. George had never favored timid, simpering women. He liked them strong and sassy—all the more fun to whip them—metaphorically and literally—into shape. At the same time, she had to be willing and eager to accept whatever devious torture her Master’s active imagination and even more active libido could devise. What’s more, she needed to know how to keep her mouth shut, not only during her tenure, but afterward.
George glanced down at the contract he held in his hands. Six months—the timeframe was a little long, and the starting price a little steep, but it was still within budget. The girl, of course, was disease free and also on birth control, a definite plus. Naturally he’d had to provide a clean bill of health as well. Everything else looked to be in order. No question, The Compound ran a first class operation.
George, an attorney by profession, though he no longer actively practiced, was aware this contract would never withstand the scrutiny of a court of law. It was illegal to sell one person to another, even if that person was complicit in the sale and would be handsomely paid at the end of the term. You weren’t allowed to buy a sex slave and keep her under lock and key, there solely to do your sexual bidding and accept whatever erotic tortures you chose to mete out.
No matter—no courts would be involved in the process. George knew the slaves trained at The Compound received the finest education in the art of erotic submission, which included absolute obedience. In a word, Compound slaves knew to keep their mouths shut.
Another naked beauty, one of The Compound’s staff slaves, glided silently into the room, carrying a bottle of the very fine Cognac she’d served them earlier in the evening. The second bidder held up his brandy snifter and the girl poured. George shook his head at the offer to replenish his glass—he was working and needed his mind clear.
Mistress Miriam sat in a chair across from George and the other bidder and crossed one long, perfect leg over the other. “As you can see,” she said, “slave Hailey can take a very solid whipping with grace and courage. She is also highly sexually responsive, and extremely capable of serving a man’s every sensual need and desire. Hailey craves intensity of experience. She needs a Master who will challenge her and take her to the edge of her limits and perhaps a bit beyond.”
The girl remained still as a statue, a small, secret smile playing over her pretty lips. She was so young and beautiful—why would she sell herself like this to some old man she’d never met?
Money, of course. It made the world go round.
Which wasn’t to say he wasn’t quite impressed with what he’d seen. The tour of the facility supported the stellar reputation The Compound had garnered over the past years in the international BDSM community. Though they’d been around less than a decade, The Compound was known for producing highly trained sex slaves and placing them with carefully screened Masters around the world, and unlike some groups he’d been involved with, the slaves actually received a significant portion of the proceeds.
Maybe Mistress Miriam really did give a shit what happened to the girls she placed, but even if her motives were primarily altruistic, she was running a business. She could spout all the lofty sentiments she wanted about the art of erotic submission, and the grace and courage of their highly trained slave girls, but in the end the girl would go to the highest bidder.
“Would either of you care to examine slave Hailey before we begin the bidding?”
The other bidder rose to his feet, his eyes fixed hungrily on the naked, kneeling girl. “Yes.”
Mistress Miriam turned to Hailey and lifted one eyebrow, which was apparently enough of a command to cause the girl to rise to her feet in a fluid, sensual motion that made George’s bones ache with desire.
The guy strode to the front of the room. He moved with the kind of confident determination of someone used to being in charge. He stood in front of the slave girl, but George was enough off to the side that he could see what the other bidder was doing. He lifted his hand, and for a second, George thought he was going to slap the girl, but instead he gently cupped her cheek and murmured something George couldn’t quite catch.
His hand slid down her cheek to her throat, his fingers gripping her just below the jawline. Hailey’s pupils dilated and her lips parted. It was clear the guy was pushing some submissive buttons with his sensual chokehold.
He let her go and stepped back a little. Gripping one of her lovely nipples between forefinger and thumb, he gave it a sudden, savage twist. The girl rounded her lips into a pretty O, but otherwise made no protest. The guy slapped at her thigh and she widened her stance, bare feet flat on the stone hearth.
Again he murmured something George couldn’t quite catch. The girl tilted her pelvis forward, her face outwardly serene, though George couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in that pretty head of hers.
The man gripped her vulva like he was grabbing a piece of fruit. He must have been doing something with his fingers, judging by the pretty pink blush that moved over Hailey’s throat and cheeks and the way her head fell slightly back. “Oh,” she breathed, the word like fingers stroking George’s cock. This one would be a prize, no question about it.
The second bidder withdrew his hand and nudged the girl’s shoulder. She pirouetted so her back was to them, and George fondled that perfect ass with his eyes, even as the man used his hands to do the same thing. Finally the man returned to his seat.
Mistress Miriam turned to George. “And you, Sir?”
George shook his head. He’d seen all he needed to know. The girl was perfect.

My 4 star review of Beyond the Compound

I have never read a novel by Claire Thompson before, and boy was I missing out! I really enjoyed this book and I don’t think it will be my last!

Beyond the Compound, is a story of a D/s relationship between Hailey and Master Ronan. I don’t actively look for BDSM novels, but if I happen to read one it doesn’t bother me. That said, I really liked the elements in this book.

Hailey, a Yoga teacher from Vermont- gets trained at “the Compound,” to be entered into a D/s relationship. She is trained in sexual submission, erotic torture, endurance training and punishment for the duration of her stay there. And when two dominants come to the Compound in search of a six month companionship, she is a little taken aback when a man old enough to be her father bids $300,000 for her. Although she is  a little sad he isn’t younger- at that point it shouldn’t matter. This relationship is not going to be built on love.

George was bidding on a woman for his boss- Ronan. Ronan Wolfe is George Clooney, Brad Pitt, and Ryan Gosling wrapped up in a gorgeous little package. He is famous, well liked and respected. Little does the outside world know, is that he has some very grown up tendencies.

The plot was well developed, the characters were so three dimensional. I felt what they felt- the emotions they were feeling, left me reeling. The description was phenomenal. Especially for someone like me, who doesn’t know too much of the BDSM world.

I can’t wait to read more from Claire. And I am sure I should go back a read her earlier works!! If only my TBR list wasn’t so long!! I would definitely recommend this read for sure. 


Claire Thompson has been writing erotic fiction and romance since 1996. With over fifty novels published, Claire recently established hew own publishing venue, RomanceUnbound.com, where all of her work is available for direct sale. Claire’s novels involve the sensual exploration of D/s and erotic romance, as well as the more intense and edgy side of BDSM. Her D/s romances explore the power and beauty of a loving exchange of power. Her darker works press the envelope of what is erotic and what can be a sometimes dangerous slide into the world of sadomasochism. Ultimately her work deals with the human condition, and our constant search for love and intensity of experience.

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Monday, September 29, 2014

Release Day Blitz for Tatted Love by Kathryn Jacob

Lexi Starr is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Derek, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans.
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I don’t know if I am begging him to let me go or kiss me. My breath hasn’t slowed yet and his is increasing. Seconds feel like minutes and he removes one of his hands form my worst but his outer is large enough to hold both. For a quick second, I think he is going to slap me but moves his hand up my cheekbone and gently tucks my hair behind my ear. I swear I can feel his pulse as his lips to mine causing fires to erupt in my belly. I swear this is the feeling I have been waiting for and I have longed for since Saturday night. If only I could feel this ever day. I don’t let myself think about why I am kissing him or what he will say after.

All I focus on is the way he let go of my wrist and pressed his body against mind. The way my tongue somehow follows his and my hands wrap themselves around his next as my legs wrap around his waist. I bury my fingers into his gently tugging at it as he moans.
Kathryn Jacob was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Before getting into writing she showed the All American Quarter horses around the world. Kathryn has won many prizes. After she sold her sat horse in August 2013, she decided to start writing. Who knew that it would take her a year to release Mated to the Alpha. This is a huge accomplishment for a 19 year old girl and to this day she will continue to write.



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Sandra Marton's release day blitz

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Book: Pride
Author: Sandra Marton
Release Date: September 30, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance


Luca Bellini is tough. He’s had to be, to make it to the top. Luca grew up the son of an emotional Sicilian mother and a cold American father and learned, as an adult, that his entire life was a lie. How did he deal with that? By believing in control. In being in charge. Cheyenne McKenna is tough, too. She’s had to be, to make it to the top. Cheyenne grew up without a father, and with a mother who saw her as something to trade for cheap whiskey. How did Cheyenne deal with that? Right. By believing in control. By being in charge.

Cheyenne and Luca meet by accident. The sex sizzles, but Luca wants more. He wants to be in control. He wants dominance, and it doesn’t take long before he decides that the way he can achieve it is by leading Cheyenne into a world of silk scarves and velvet blindfolds, wide beds and lightly-bound wrists. But Luca is in for a lesson, too. He’s going to learn that what really separates them is not a fight for power but the folly of pride.

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“Rule number one is that I am in charge tonight.”

There it was again. That breathless feeling, as if she couldn’t draw enough air into her lungs. That whisper of excitement, sighing through her bones.

“I don’t want you to make rules for me. You don’t know anything about —”

He touched her.

She heard a soft whimper of pleasure. Had she made that sound?

“I’m going to take what I want, cara. What we both want.”

Images flashed through her head. Luca, moving over her. His hands, his body, his lips holding her captive.

Captive to his touch, to his kisses, to his slow possession.

A honeyed weakness stole through her muscles. She began to tremble.

“Rule number two,” he said, raising his head.

Her eyes widened with shock as his black silk tie replaced his hands around her wrists.

Her heart began to race.


He kissed her again, hard, deep.

“Luca,” she whispered as he drew her arms above her head and fastened the ends of the tie to the slatted headboard.

“Rule number three, cara. Tonight, you belong to me.”

*My review COMING SOON!!!

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Author Biography

Sandra Marton always dreamed of becoming a writer. After graduating with honors in English, she married, had a family, became active politically in the small town outside New York City where she and her husband lived. Then, one day, she paused long enough to realize her dream was getting away from her and decided to do something about it. Sandra wrote her very first novel, a romance she called Rapture in the Sands which was published by Harlequin Mills and Boon. Today, Sandra is a USA Today bestselling author with over 34 million books in print in over 20 languages. She has won the Holt Medallion, finaled in the Romance Writers of America prestigious RITA award four times, and won eight Romantic Times Magazine Reviewers’ Choice Awards. A full time author, Sandra lives in northern Connecticut with her husband, who was her childhood sweetheart, in a sun-drenched house surrounded by woods.

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Title: Facade

Authors: Ker Dukey & D.H. Sidebottom

Genre: Dark Erotic Thriller

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Book JacketKer's Facade Cover Synopsis WARNING! This book is Dark erotica. This book contains situations that some may find offensive. If you are sensitive to graphic violence read with caution. This book also leads into a second book. You will get answers but the story will continue into a final instalment. You have been warned. Enjoy.

You meet someone. You date. You fall in love. You marry. The four simple rules of love…. Wrong! I’m getting married but I’d never met him before now, never dated him, never fell in love. I have no access to the memories of the most magical time of anyone’s life. My mind won’t allow me to evoke the past, I can’t remember those simple stages to lead me to the fourth .

I can’t comprehend why I would have ever wanted to marry someone like Dante. I should never have passed the first stage, although, I may have seen him through the eyes of the woman I once was, this me that lives, breathes here now, can’t understand how we made it to the next stage. I’m not sure, without memories, how I know that this voice inside me, telling me I would never have chosen him, speaks some truth, I just know. He’s controlling, arrogant, callous and violent, and utterly hell bent on humiliating and degrading me – Like watching me falter, watching me struggle to comply and be the woman he asked to marry, powers him- as though he wants to break me piece by piece. Fiber by fiber. Until all that’s here is the shell he created from a soul that I once owned.

Now my memories are slowly returning. And they show me a completely different side to meeting him. Our dates, falling in love. The Dante haunting me in the shadows of my mind is loving, gentle and utterly enamored with me, nothing like the man with me now. And this is what taunts me. My tender lover turned into a debauched, cruel sadist who is determined to consume my life, destroy my mind and murder my spirit.

I am, Star, and just like with some stars in the sky, the light you see is an echo, a fa├žade, I am already gone I am a no one. Especially to him. To him I am the dark in his desires, the corrupt in his depravity. The sin in his immorality

Meet & Connect Ker DukeyKer Dukey I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters. I wanted to be an actress growing up so I could live many roles but I learned early on that my mind was too active... I would want to change the script.I would watch films and think of ways they could of improved the story if they took another direction so i thought it best that i tell my own.

My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light, some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.

When I'm not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I'm a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.

You can find me on Facebook where i love interacting with my readers.

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TeasersFacade TeaserMeet & Connect D.H. SidebottomDawn Stancil Author of The Heart of Stone, Room 103 and Shadows of Sin series, and the new Blue Butterfly series.

D H Sidebottom is a fulltime mum/author. She lives in Derbyshire, England with her children and two dogs. She is an avid reader and her tastes range from horror to erotic, but she loves to help new authors get into the ‘scene’. She loves rock music and tattooed guys, and has a weakness for coffee, wine and Belgium buns

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