Thursday, January 24, 2013


I've been knee-deep in edits with the debut book from the Masters of Tabu Series -- Master Knight! Still don't have a release date yet, or the cover, but I'm suspecting I'll have both very soon. On that day I can assure you I'll be jumping up and down and post here and every social networking place I can!

Here's a little snippet from the edited version. Enjoy!

“Move forward.”
Again, his words willed her aching body to respond without question. How could she willingly obey this virtual stranger she’d only known a few months? Her body, mind, and very existence didn’t belong to her anymore. Only him. Her sexual tormentor, her Sir, her Master. Then he pressed a large hand along her spine and the other hand wrapped around her waist. With a gentle push, he forced her to bend forward.
“Good girl. You’re learning your lessons well, my pet. I want you to think about what you’re feeling. Tonight is about the sensations I bring to your receptive body and surrendering to me.”
I thought being tied up or spanked was. Did we change the rules, and he forgot to give me the memo? Using his hold on her waist, he maneuvered her down onto the hard surface. From what she remembered of the d├ęcor in the room, a wooden table was located at the far end of the space. From the way the polished hardness felt against her nakedness, she’d bet money that’s where he had her bend over.
Awareness of every nuance he brought swamped her. Damn, he stood too close, testing her resolve to his big, masculine, and over-powering presence. As he whispered teasing words near her ear, his warm breath tickled the small hairs on the back of her neck. The smooth, velvety voice was measured and sure. The silkiness of his shirt brushed against her bare flesh. As a man accustomed to taking charge, she reacted with no shame, no reservations, only subjugation to his sensual ministrations. This masterful man made her feel alive, cared for, and dare she wish—loved. All the dark secrets she kept hidden within her entire life came to the forefront, not even her affection of song and dance could compare to the burning fire he brought out.
Again, she squirmed. Ignoring his demand not to move, she tried to straighten because the nipple clamps pressed uncomfortably into her skin against the hard surface. The movement had him forcing her down even more. The helplessness against his strength would have frightened most women, but deep down she reveled in the physical control he had over her mind and body.
Oh no! Her fidgeting earned her a slap on her right butt cheek, followed by his hand sliding between her wet folds.
“Did I give you permission to move? I’ve told you several times not to.”
She shook her head in compliance and mumbled indecipherable words through the gag. His fingers glided along her delicate tissues and probed around her vaginal opening, drawing a deep groan from her throat. Surrender? Yes, I’m surrendering. Just don’t stop.
“That’s right, pet. You didn’t have permission and because you disobeyed, you’ve earned another punishment.”
Going completely still, she waited and listened to hear his breathing change or determine if handling her turned him on as much as her. Positive he wanted her, although she couldn’t definitely make that assessment. Then again, he was the experienced one in their relationship and controlled not only her but his reactions as well. The aching for his gentle touch escalated, and she didn’t know if she could take much more before he was inside, stroking her to an explosive release. Yes, punish me. Let me come, please.
Distracted by his fingers sliding along the swollen flesh, she hadn’t noticed when his other hand went from caressing her back to tugging on the chain linking the nipple clamps. The sudden pain mixed with pleasure shot straight to her clit again. Several times she thrust her hips up, whimpering when the act didn’t work because she wanted him to pay attention to the sensitive nub.
The only verbal outcry she managed was a guttural grunt through the gag.
“You are being such a disobedient girl. I said don’t move.”

Thanks for taking a peek. Be naughty, my pets! 


Wednesday, January 9, 2013


My very first guest has come to play with me today and I'm so excited! Helena Harker is multi-published and writes in many genres. She's  sharing her latest release with everyone today, so please leave her some love at the end and one lucky commenter will be put in a drawing to win a PDF copy. A winner will be drawn on the 13th and notified. Good Luck! Take it away Helena.

Thank you Gray. I'll start with my bio and get right into the Blurb and an Excerpt. Please do leave a comment.

I'm Helena Harker and a teacher by day, writer by night, a daydreamer who loves to escape to other worlds. Her fiction is populated by strong men, passionate women and lots of paranormal creatures. In her free time she enjoys photography and curling up with a good book. She is multi-published and also writes in other genres.

Twitter: @HelenaHarker


Bad-ass Bella is always on the defensive and sick of being burned by guys who run out on her after a month. When she’s given a Psychology assignment on the connection between pleasure and pain, she ends up doing research at Sextravaganza, smack in the middle of the BDSM section. She meets Darius, a sexy whip-maker who’s more than willing to give her a practicum on pain. Yet Darius has an unexpected soft side, and his particular method of inflicting pain produces highly unexpected—and highly pleasurable—results. He knows a bit about psychology himself, and he’s determined to convince Bella to let down her guard and let him into her life.


What a place to do research for a Psych paper. I hooked my thumbs into the pockets of my army camouflage pants and glanced at the huge black and red banner over my head: Welcome to Sextravaganza, your consumer sex show. Yeah, not exactly my number one place to spend the afternoon, especially since I managed to wander smack into the middle of the bondage section. Up ahead, I heard a woman advertise the benefits of the bondage bed, where you could immobilize your partner in all kinds of kinky positions. What the hell did a bondage bed look like, anyway? Did it come with its own rope and an assortment of D-rings?

I didn’t really want to know, so I hung a left down another aisle, coming face to face with a display of books about something called shibari, which was…let’s see…Japanese rope bondage. I picked up a hardcover issue and leafed through it. The models were tied with thick rope that formed complicated geometrical patterns over their bodies. I didn’t know whether I should appreciate shibari as a form of artistic expression or be disturbed at the sight of all these bound women. Flipping through a few more pages, I tried to make up my mind. The images had a haunting, sensual quality. Some of the rope patterns were exquisite. Okay, I decided, returning the book to its shelf, shibari was art.

Sighing, I readjusted my backpack over my shoulder, pulled the brim of my baseball cap lower over my eyes and scanned the crowd. People seemed pretty normal, a lot of couples strolling hand-in-hand, groups of men in their early twenties, and even a few white-haired ladies with their husbands. Before coming here, I pictured something totally different, like nymphomaniacs on the loose, women strutting around half-naked, and guys coming on to me left and right.

Not that I’d mind if guys came on to me. Sometimes it was fun to turn men down. It gave me a rush of power to grind a man’s ego under my boot. Yeah, I was a little bitter at the moment. A bad boyfriend led to a bad breakup, which led to a bad attitude. My life sucked big-time and I had three days left to hand in a five thousand word paper on the connection between the sensations of pain and pleasure. I had a title, “The Paradox of Pain,” and…absolutely nothing else. I didn’t even have an idea to start with, much less a full-fledged thesis to expand on. But I had questions, a whole lotta questions, and I planned to get some answers from my roommate’s ex-boyfriend.

Daphne dated Darius for a few months and when things got too intense, she broke up with him. What she meant by too intense, I had no idea. They were still friends, though. She said he’d be the perfect go-to guy for info about pleasure-pain dynamics, and I’d find him at “The Whipping Booth.” At first I didn’t get it until she explained what Darius made in his spare time. Whips, she said. Darius is a whip-maker. It took a while for her comment to sink in. Most men spent time in their garages tinkering with car engines, or they cruised down the highways on their motorcycles, or they went camping on the weekend. But Daphne dated a guy who had a passion for whips. I guess the only thing crazier than him making whips was the idea that people actually bought them.

Finally, after strolling past sexy latex cat suits, handcuffs with fluffy pink lining, and a stunning array of leather collars—some with wicked-looking spikes—I found a kiosk called “The Whipping Booth.” There was the man I was looking for. The whip-maker stood in front of a glass display case, feet apart like a soldier on guard, a long glossy ponytail down his back. Man, I wish my hair looked half as good. Of course my hair was cropped short, but I’d love to have the same silky-soft shine. This guy could star in his very own hair care commercial. I’d have to ask him what conditioner he used.

Damn, he must practically live at the gym to have those killer biceps. His cut-off T-shirt revealed well-defined muscle and tanned skin. He could sweep me off my feet, all one hundred and fifteen pounds of me, and do multiple sets of curls. And his chest? To die for. The T-shirt’s stretchy fabric hinted at powerful pecs and ripped abs. Sexy dark stubble covered his cheeks and his lips were full and firm, the kind of lips a girl wanted to kiss. Fuck, was I getting the hots for my best friend’s ex? No, never, not for a guy who believed sex and pain were a perfectly matched pair, like peanut butter and jam or popcorn and melted butter. Darius makes whips, remember? Stay away from him, Annabelle.

Oh, Helena, how yummy! Remember everyone, please leave my lovely guest some love for a chance to win. Don't forget to leave your name and email address too!

Stay Naughty, My Pets! Until next time,


Friday, January 4, 2013


TWO YEARS!!! Secret Cravings Publishing is celebrating the second anniversary with a "Cruise". Participating SCP authors are sailing into a port on a world cruise and YOU have to have to answer/match the authors to their Port of Call and then send via email (  to be eligible for the Grand Prizes (see below).

In celebration of this "cruise" giveaway, I'll be running my own contest/prize and it's not difficult play along. I'll be giving away a $5 Gift Certificate to SCP if you follow my Blog, Facebook, or Twitter. The links to follow are on the left or right columns with icons. As long as you follow at least one (more would be great!) you'll be entered.  If you're already following me, just tell me in the comments below and you're still entered! I'm participating in several blog hop giveaways for 2013 and I want to make sure you'll be notified if you want to participate. Leave any comments and your email address below.

Grand Prize- iPad2
First place- Kindle Fire
Second Place- $50 SCP gc
Third place- $25 SCP gc

Link back to SCP blog for other participants: 

My first release with Secret Cravings Publishing comes out in March, the first in the Masters of Tabu Series. Master Knight (Marcus Knight) makes his debut then along with his lovely actress and submissive, Khari Bradford. I thought I'd give you a little taste now to get ready for when they hit the sheets, oh I mean streets. ;>)  Knight's fellow Dom comes on the scene in May, Master Prince (Mitchell Prince) and Guilianna (Anna) Hathaway are looking forward to joining them then too. So sit back and enjoy. Don't forget to look for the location where I'm cruising from and leave me some love in the comments block.

Good Luck and Happy Cruising!


The Masters of Tabu center around the journey of college friends from Dallas, Texas, seeking redemption, healing and lover when they least expect it. Hot days and sizzling nights await--Marcus Knight, Mitchell prince, Jared King, Shane Marshal, Brock Dragon and Jagger Squire with Simon Tempest, a friend of Marcus Knight rounding out the co-owners of club Tabu, a BDSM private club. Dallas will never be the same! 


Marcus Knight, entrepreneur and CEO of Knight Enterprises, is a Dom with a darker side. After a nasty divorce, he’s sworn off any emotional involvement with any woman. By accident he meets a woman at a party when he travels to New York City for business. She’s too young and inexperienced with his lifestyle. Or so he thinks.
Khari Bradford, small town girl in search of fame and fortune on the Broadway stage. On a chance meeting, she meets an older man who captivates her. Within a short time, she becomes his newest submissive, but wonders how she ended up with him instead of on Broadway.
Will her new aspiration have her lose both dreams, Broadway and her Knight after discovering he has no intentions of staying in New York or with her? Will Marcus return to Dallas and give Khari her dream, but lose the woman who makes his heart sing?

A Princess in search of her Knight in shining armor.

     “Don’t move, pet.”

A black blindfold fit snug over Khari’s eyes, handcuffs restrained her arms behind her back and a stretcher bar spread her stocking covered legs to expose all her nakedness for his use. The four-inch hi-heels pinched her toes, but they created the sexy mood allowing her to get in character at the same time. Wasn’t that the point of wearing torturous shoes, to feel decadent and sensual? Wet heat pooled between her legs as she took one more slap with the wooden paddle to her bare ass cheeks. Her knees trembled from the throbbing pressure building within her core, her clit swollen to the max and the burning flesh all combined to teeter on the edge of pleasure and pain.

The sexual electricity zigzagged through her each time he brought the slapper down on her exposed buttocks. Her nipples strained against the clamps, the pain shooting straight to her pussy. What she wanted was to come. Hard. Except that wasn’t going to happen if the man delivering the discipline didn’t give her what she desired. She twitched and moaned again.

“Pet, you’re moving. Are you telling me you want to get an extra five?”

She shook her head because that wasn’t what she wanted. Well, not exactly.

Anyone who knew Khari Bradford was well-aware she always got what she wanted, when she wanted. Ever since a little girl, she found ways to make her presence known. Born premature, she vocalized her position in the world immediately, setting the precedent for things to come. As the only child to a doting father and mother, she grew up a princess, never wanting for anything and asking for it all. From tiaras and tutus to special birthdays and presents all were the good side. The downside? Being told what to do at every turn with no freedom to make her own choices. Living in their house and control frustrated her. To be honest and truth be told, the word princess quite never did justice in describing her and she knew it. A diva, a brat, a spoiled child and occasionally a drama queen was what most of her friends and extended family said. She didn’t care what they thought. Her parents indulged her every whim and desire to make her happy. Khari was never truly satisfied. She yearned for the freedom to be on her own, experiencing life to its fullest.

MY LOCATION: Ft. Lauderdale, Florida

Be Naughty My Pets!