Friday, November 29, 2013

The House of Pain - Release Tour

Title: The House of Pain (A BDSM Romance Novel)
Author: Tara Crescent
Genre: BDSM Romance, Erotic Contemporary Romance
Elements: BDSM-lite, Spanking, Flogging
Release Date: November 10, 2013

Sara White is outwardly a good girl; she follows the rules; works in a professional office; has a boyfriend who treats her with consideration. However, deep inside her, there’s a craving for pain, a desire to be spanked and whipped, to be submissive, to be controlled. 

One day, she walks into the House of Pain, a sex store in Toronto that also does shows in the back, where women are whipped and spanked in front of an audience. Transfixed by the idea, she signs up. 

Doug Patterson has met Sara at work, but discovers a whole new side of her when he sees her at the House of Pain. He approaches her and suggests Sara become his submissive. Sara is attracted to Doug; but afraid of complication. 

Will Sara surrender to Doug, and yield to her desire to be submissive? 

Contains BDSM, flogging, anal sex, and much more... 

Tara’s note: Doug increases the intensity…

“Sweet Sara…” he says. He gets to his feet, kisses my back. “Have you ever had a butt plug in your ass, Sara?”

“No.” My voice is wary now.

He moves away for a minute, comes back with a bulb-shaped plug in his hands. It looks like it is made of stainless steel. Probably one of the House of Pain editions. “I’ll be very, very gentle, ok, baby?” He waits for my assent.

I take a deep breath. “Will it hurt?” I ask, my trepidation clearly audible in my voice.

“A little. You’ve experienced far more pain at the House of Pain, though, if that helps. I’m pretty sure you can handle this.”

I take a deep breath. I’ve let him tie me up; so clearly, there’s some level of trust. Now, I just need to take one little step further.

“I have a safeword, right?” Again, I hear the tremor in my voice.

“Always.” He kneels, looks into my eyes. “Baby, you never need to be afraid of me. I will stop if you want me to, at any point. But give it a try; I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Good girl,” he says, swiftly kissing me on the lips. He moves behind me. He kisses my back again. There’s reassurance in his gesture; I feel myself begin to calm.

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About Tara:
Hello, I’m Tara Cresent. I’ve always fantasized about being a mysterious spy, leading a secret double-life, and now, I find that that’s come true!
Sort of.

By day, I’m a mild-mannered corporate drone in Toronto, but by night, I’m limited only by my imagination; I am a daring writer of BDSM, erotica and romance.

In my spare time, I write of course. I also read, garden, travel, cook, and almost never clean. I just started watching Walking Dead on Netflix (zombie erotica, anyone?), and I’m impatiently awaiting the next episode of Doctor Who. (I would kill for a TARDIS.)

I’ve scribbled bits and pieces all my life, chiefly inspired by what I’m reading, which tends to be mainly science-fiction and fantasy, with a healthy sprinkling of romance and erotica thrown in.

I’m a huge believer in happily-ever-after, but tempered by real life, where happily-ever-after is possible, but takes work.  My favorite kind of romance stories are ones that are somewhat believable; I like strong men and women who know what they want out of life, and are driven to get it.

From time to time, I blog about what I’m writing at The blog is also where I post book excerpts; highlight information about upcoming promotions, and so on and so forth. Follow me there to keep up with all the fun!

Tour stops:
Each stop will feature a different extract of the book – visit them all!
November 23, Four Seduced Muses | November 24, Celeste Jones| November 25, House of Taboo | November 26, Lily Harlem | November 26, Cara Bristol | November 27, Spanking Romance | November 28, Christina Jean Michaels | November 29, Daizie Draper | November 30, Smile, Somebody Loves You | December 1, BDSM Book Reviews | December 2, Natasha Knight

Friday, November 22, 2013

#SatSpanks - Bratty Addison Antagonizes Logan

Hi, Spankos. Thanks for stopping by. I usually share snippets from Sorority Pledge Saga, a 10-novella collection that follows the BDSM romance of two college students, Addison and Logan, who are centering their relationship around Dominance and submission while trying to balance college life.

*NEW RELEASE* I just published the 1st-five bundle, and it's packed with spanking and heat. Get it on Amazon and Smashwords.

Today's snippet is from Book 6, not yet published. In case you don't know, Addison is a raging spanko and is discovering she's a masochist too, so it was mega-hard to work in the spanking scenario I love best: the non-con, brat spank. But I did it ... thanks to a major falling out beforehand.

Addison and her roommate Shayna, a Christian, got wild and kinky at a frat party, and Shayna can't let go of her guilt. Wanting to witness a live spanking in the worst way, especially at the hand of her Dom, Addison entices Shayna into diving over his knee, because for some people, spanking truly is the only way to feel absolved. Even though she does truly care about her, let's be real, Addison is always looking for a way to get hot and wet. Logan and Addison are in a tiff already when she brings Shayna over to his house, so she's in no mood for a spanking of her own, especially when he starts acting all Dom with Shayna. He's supposed to spank her and that's it. But thanks to her brat behavior, lucky Logan gets to give pink to two bad girls in one day. This is setup to her spanking.

Shayna cringed, closing her eyes tightly and scrunching her face. “Um, I wish to pay up with God, you and myself, so I can feel free and forgiven. Will you ... will you ssssp...aaank me please, Logan?”
“Most definitely. Are those the only grievances you wish to pay penance for?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Oh hell no! You can’t call him that. He’s mine. Mine! He didn’t have to be so goddamn domineering with her. He detected the sub in her and teased it out to kneel before him.
Logan shot his attention to me again, catching view of my grinding jaw.
I gave him the finger with a defined jerk in the air and mouthed, “Asshole.” I am yours. Just me.
His jaw dropped open, then snapped shut and his eyes went volcanic. He. Was. LIVID. And his diabolical glare swore my butt cheeks would be smoking by the time he was finished making me pay for that.
My mouth went dry and a flaming boulder plunked into my gut and singed everything beneath it.

Sorority Pledge 1 : A Devil in Disguise is free at all major online stores and is also posted at BooksieSilk and Wattpad.

Have fun getting your spanks!

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Blog Tour: The Flowering Series

flowering series


TITLE: Forget Me Not
AUTHOR: Sarah Daltry
COVER DESIGN: Shoutlines Design
RELEASE DATE: July 15, 2013


18+ New Adult contemporary romance with explicit sexual content

This isn't a sweet and innocent coming of age story. If dirty talk, bedroom toys, and threesomes offend you... this is not your book. There are also no billionaires, strippers, or virgins. This is just the story of typical college kids trying to connect to each other.

"No one tells you when you start school just how homesick you will be, or how hard it will be to start life over with no direction and no friends or family. No one says that becoming your own person is terrifying."

Lily had a crush on her brother's best friend, Derek, for years - which led to their steamy night ten months ago in her bedroom. Now, she's off to college and she and Derek are still going strong. However, when school starts, Lily realizes it's hard to maintain a relationship, while also trying to live her own life. She and Derek find themselves falling apart and she has no idea where to turn.

Enter Jack. Everything about him is wrong for Lily and she knows it, but she can't stop herself from being attracted to him. When things implode with Derek, it's Jack who's there to pick up the pieces - and to show Lily an entirely new set of experiences she didn't know she was missing.

Of course, Jack has his own problems and once Lily gets to know him better, she starts to wonder if she can handle all of Jack.

When Derek reappears on the scene, Lily is forced to decide between two guys and herself. Can she find herself without losing the people who matter in the process?


FMN Teaser

He moves closer and already my body is responding. He smells like cigarettes and leather, two smells I never thought were sexy until now. I want to fall into his body, to be wrapped in his arms, and I fight it. It’s wrong and it makes no sense. I have everything I could ever want. Jack is just a distraction.
“I’m not that kind of girl,” I tell him.
He steps closer still and kisses my neck. His lips are soft, which is unexpected, and it sends a shiver through me. Jack brings me in to his chest. I can feel his heart beating; it’s quickening and it matches mine. I feel his tongue sliding down along my collarbone. There is nothing like this, but I need him to stop. And yet, I never want him to stop. “I’d love to know exactly what kind of girl you are.”
Almost as if they are not my own, my hands slip between his jacket and his shirt. The heat of his skin burns me even through the fabric of his clothes. His lips continue to travel downward, but as they reach the curve of my breasts, something in me wakes up. I tear myself away from him and back up a few inches.
“I have a boyfriend,” I repeat. “I can’t do this.”
“Where is he?” Jack asks. His eyes are burning.
“Where is your boyfriend? You’ve mentioned him before, but you run into me a lot for someone who’s so in love.”


TITLE: Lily of the Valley (Flowering, #1.5)
AUTHOR: Sarah Daltry
COVER DESIGN: Shoutlines Design
RELEASE DATE: 9/25/2013


18+ New Adult contemporary romance for explicit sexual content

This isn't a sweet and innocent coming of age story. If dirty talk, bedroom toys, and threesomes offend you... this is not your book. There are also no billionaires, strippers, or virgins. This is just the story of typical college kids trying to connect to each other.

"No one tells you about pain. They tell you that it hurts, that sometimes it's consuming. What they don't tell you is that it's not the pain that can kill you. It's the uncomfortable numbness that follows, the weakness in your body when you realize your lungs may stop taking in air and you just can't exert enough energy to care. It's the way taste and color and smell fade from the world and all you're left with is a sepia print of misery. That's when the shift starts - the movement from passive to active. I fall asleep, hoping that the morning will bring back the pain. At least the pain is a thing."

Plagued by a dark past, Jack sees college as a way out. Desperate to escape the area where he grew up, the people who know his secrets, and his own family, he deals with his problems through alcohol and meaningless sex.

When he first sees Lily, she's the epitome of everything he hates. Yet something about her makes Jack rethink everything he knows and assumes about other people. Now, with the help of his best friend and lover, Jack has to decide if he wants to pursue something that he knows will only end badly.

Can Lily be one of the few people who can see Jack for who he really is - or will his darkness be too much for her to handle?


LOV Teaser

At work, though, the people are real. Both the customers and the staff. During the busy times, we get more douchebags, mostly my classmates who probably should be in the library and not eating a hangover away. Mal is also on this morning. He’s a recovering alcoholic, a total asshole to nearly everyone, and an incredibly shitty employee in a lot of ways. But the dude can cook and when I walk in a couple minutes late with no explanation, Mal just shrugs and hands me an order.
“Big parties last night?”
“Huge party. I spent the night reading Dostoevsky.”
“He a scientist?” Mal flips over the largest slab of ham I have ever seen. For all the sort of dive element of this place, the food is still fucking great.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Eh. Never cared for all that mumbo jumbo. Don’t know any of it and I’m doing just fine.”
That’s something else I admire about Mal. By no one’s standards is he doing just fine. He has a tendency to fall off the wagon as soon as he approaches his ten month anniversary – which he has been doing for likely longer than I have been alive. He’s been married and divorced five times. He has three kids who don’t speak to him. Finally, he only eats the food from the café and he lives in a motel out by the prison. Oh – and he works as a short order cook in a shitty café. But in his mind, life is just fine. Sometimes, I think I need to get a hold of whatever it is that keeps him from losing his shit.
We settle into our routine, since there is little Mal and I can talk about. I can’t discuss Raskolnikov’s character traits and Mal simply has nothing to say. So we cook in silence, but it’s comfortable. After everything I have been through, I feel a strange affinity for this place. Even thinking about leaving when I eventually get the hell out of town makes me a little sad. I hate that it makes me sad. I want to leave with no connections, with no strings.
I go to stick an order on the counter for Liz when I see her. Strawberries. She’s with some dude, who is basically what I pictured when she mentioned her boyfriend. Broad, tan, blond, and eating like a fucking pig. I don’t know what they’re talking about and I can’t see her face, but he loves her. It’s immediately recognizable and I hate him for it. I don’t even know why I hate him for it, since at least maybe he’s not as much of a dick as I would have expected. If we had been placing bets, I would have gone with the safe assumption he had something else on the side to make up for having such a sweet and pure girlfriend. I wonder if maybe she isn’t as innocent as she looks. The thought makes me horny again. I don’t get what is so damn attractive about this typical girl, but something makes me want to taste every inch of her skin.




TITLE: Star of Bethlehem (Flowering holiday novella)
AUTHOR: Sarah Daltry
RELEASE DATE: 11/18/2013


Jack isn’t a rock star. He’s not the leader of a MC. He isn’t a billionaire. Lily’s not the daughter of a mob boss, or a stripper, or a virgin with a BDSM fascination. They’re just regular college kids, who somehow found each other in the middle of all the crap and chaos of growing up.

“With you, Jack, it was the first time I ever felt real. It was the first time anyone looked at me and saw substance. It was the first time I wanted to make someone see me.”

Jack and Lily have navigated his past, her desire to move on from her family’s demands of her, his depression, and her loneliness. Now, on New Year’s Eve, they have an entire year laid out ahead of them. First, though, Jack needs to meet Lily’s family, to be welcomed into her life. It’s intimidating, but with a sweater that is way too hot and his grandmother’s ugly car, he arrives at Lily’s gleaming house on a hill, ready to open himself up completely to her.

Inside the perfect, sparkling house, Lily waits for the boy she has come to love. But Lily’s house and family are a lot like her – shiny and pretty on the outside, with a sad emptiness on the interior. Lily wants to give Jack the one thing he has always dreamed of – family and love – but can she keep him from seeing how hollow a lot of the picture perfect life he fantasizes about really is?

This is a novella length work that follows Forget Me Not and Lily of the Valley.

SOB Teaser

I take his hand and pull him down beside me on my bed. I feel so complete in his arms, as if nothing can go wrong when he holds me. It’s all the other stuff. The world, people, pressure. Maybe it’s a little fear that things just ended with Derek. That one day, as quickly as I fell for Jack, I also fell out of love with Derek. I don’t have enough experience to know if that’s normal. What if it happens again?
“What? Tell me,” Jack whispers.
“Have you ever felt like your entire life is some surrealist’s joke? That you think you’re in control of it, while really, you’re probably just…”
“A melting clock?” he finishes and laughs. I look at him, disappointed that I can’t explain it, but also relieved that he doesn’t care.
“All the fucking time,” he says. “I know you’re scared. I know I’m scared. But I seem to remember you telling me that I should remember what matters. I made you a promise, princess. Yes, your house intimidates me. Your life intimidates me. Hell, loving you intimidates me. But I’m in this. I’m here. Present. Entirely. I’m looking only forward. And all I see is you.”
“Take the damn book,” I tell him. “I just wanted to show you that I have faith in us. It was a conscious decision to give you something that was a very special gift to me, to tell you that I trust you with it, because I trust you to be there. Long term.”
He takes me in his arms and kisses me. I decide I won’t stop him if he goes further, but he doesn’t. Our bodies crackle with the energy between us, but as much as the sex thrills me, Jack does so much more for my mind than his body could even do. I can’t believe how alive I feel when he’s near me. Perhaps it’s selfish. Perhaps it’s desperate. But I want him here in my life; I want him with me, because I love being this aware.
I speak against his cheek, while his hands slowly explore my body. It’s sensual but not sexual. He’s studying me like a work of art. “I don’t want to fall out of love with you. I thought Derek was all I ever wanted. I don’t want to be in the same place with you a year from now.”
“You won’t be,” he tells me.
“How do you know?” He kisses along my face, brushing his lips against my cheek, my forehead, my nose, but never reaching my mouth. “I don’t know how. But I do.”
I love that he can put aside his doubts to ease my own. I know Jack’s had so much trouble in his life, and the fact that he can comfort me, when my problems are so petty and stupid in the scheme of things, is one more thing I love so much.
“I know I’m shallow. But I don’t want to be, Jack.”
“You’re not shallow. You’re not empty. Anything you think of yourself – it’s crazy. If you want to talk about surreal, it’s the fact that you think you’re less than something. Maybe you didn’t get shit on the same way I did in high school, but clearly, people have underestimated you. They missed out on you. And you have every right to be hurt. But, Lily? No one will ever hurt you again.”
I smile. “Thanks. I’m sorry I’m being so moody. It’s probably hormones or something. I think I’m just frustrated.”
“Yeah?” He laughs. “Well… I mean… I can help you relieve some of that.”
He’s on top of me and I don’t care that it wasn’t exactly what I meant. I don’t care that someone could walk in. Someone probably will walk in, since eventually they’ll come looking, but I don’t care at all. I want to belong to Jack, and I don’t know any other way to do so.



Sarah Daltry writes erotica and romance that ranges from sweet to steamy. She moves around a lot and has trouble committing to things. Forget Me Not is her second full length novel, although she also has several story collections and two novellas available. Her other novel, Bitter Fruits, was available shortly, but is now in the contract phase with a major publisher. When Sarah isn’t writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.


Authors Favorite Books:
The Sun Also Rises – Ernest Hemingway
The Catcher in the Rye – JD Salinger
Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte
Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte Dandelion
Wine – Ray Bradbury
The Great Gatsby – F. Scott Fitzgerald
Clockwork Angel – Cassandra Clare
 Lola and the Boy Next Door – Stephanie Perkins
Days of Blood and Starlight – Laini Taylor
Red Moon – MA Grant

Authors Favorite Book Boyfriends:
Jake Barnes – The Sun Also Rises
Holden Caulfield – The Catcher in the Rye
Heathcliff – Wuthering Heights
Rochester – Jane Eyre
Will – Clockwork Angel
Etienne – Anna and the French Kiss
Hamlet – Hamlet
Ian – The Host
Bru – Summer Sisters
Samuel – The Lovely Bones

Author’s Favorite Bad Boys:
1. Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights
2. Jake Barnes from The Sun Also Rises
3. Will from Infernal Devices
4. Lord Byron
5. The Scarecrow in Batman Begins
6. Lucifer from Supernatural
7. Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice
8. James Dean
9. Damon from Vampire Diaries
10. V from V for Vendetta

Interview with Sarah:
• What inspired you to write your book? I had written a short story about Derek and Lily and their first time called “Her Brother’s Best Friend.” It was just supposed to be a short erotic story. But it sold well, so I thought about writing more about the two of them. However, as I started writing Forget Me Not, the story would not work for me. Until I found Jack. And then the novel was over and there was just so much more to his story, so Lily of the Valley was born.

 • How did you come up with the title? Forget Me Not and Lily of the Valley are both flowers, and the series is called Flowering. The reason is that it is about love, sexuality, and growing up – sort of blossoming into the person you will be. Forget Me Not also addresses the idea of leaving your life behind and moving on. And Lily is the main female character, so hence Lily of the Valley.

• Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp? People are complicated, as are relationships. The things we think we want sometimes turn out not to be what we want. In addition, the people we think we understand may surprise us. We can’t assume anything about love or each other. They are too complex.

• What books have most influenced your life most? The Catcher in the Rye, because it was the first time I understood that other people felt like me and it also said it was okay to be different. And The Sun Also Rises, because there can be beauty in suffering.

• If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor? Hemingway. I know he’s dead, but he knew how to write true.

• What are your current projects? I am writing Scandal, a contemporary romance about a teacher and an actor who find each other after they are both ruined by rumors, and I am waiting to release Bitter Fruits, a New Adult paranormal/urban fantasy romance in December through the publisher. I am also working on Immortal Star, the second book in that series.

• What was the hardest part of writing your book? Jack’s experiences and emotions are really closely tied to my own and it was hard to write some of his scenes.

• If Hollywood made a movie about your life, whom would you like to see play the lead role as you? Aubrey Plaza. She has the same type of biting sarcasm that I do.

• If you had six months with no obligations or financial constraints, what would you do with the time? Travel the world and write.

• What kind of people do you dislike? Anyone who is cruel to other people or creatures. People who assume their own reality is the only reality. And people who don’t read.

Friday, November 15, 2013

#SatSpanks - Addison Gets Flogged for the First Time

Hi.  I'm sharing another snippet from my newly published novella, Sorority Pledge 5: A Rider of Delight. Addison and Logan are roleplaying as a runaway princess and the rogue hired by the King to track her down and set her straight. He captured her in the woods, spanked her, and now, he has her bound against the wall, waiting to be flogged for the first time ever.

It was gentle and soft, like he was smearing me from head to toe in butter with a bouquet of flowers. He brought the flogger back and forth, back and forth, with a steady tickling flick, up and down the entire length of my body. The even sway raised goose bumps and made me sigh and moan. Though I loved the tickling sensation and the lack of control, my body thirsted for harder slaps. I bit at my lip, silently egging him on, to whale me good with I don’t know how many strands. Twenty? Forty? As if he read my mind, he picked up intensity and put more muscle into each swipe, which were now rapid circles, like he was whipping batter in a sideways bowl. The ends slap, slap, slapped against me with a little bit more sting. A chill tore through me when he swooshed across my neck like a paper airplane and quickly swatted my ass next with a whap. He flicked it up between my legs. I cried out with the surprise of it hitting my entire vulva and the ends slapping wonderfully into my clit. 

 Have fun hopping for good licks!

Friday, November 8, 2013

#SatSpanks - Logan Goes Down on Addison

Hi.  I'm sharing another snippet from my newly published novella, Sorority Pledge 5: A Rider of Delight. Addison and Logan are roleplaying as a runaway princess and the rogue hired by the King to track her down and set her straight. He captured her in the woods, spanked her and now he has her bound spread eagle in the stall of the barn off his carriage house. 

“Your secret garden? Please. I know you’re much dirtier than that. Say cunt. Touch my cunt, Sir.”
“No, that’s so crass.”
His elusive touch made my whole body shiver and my stomach pang. “Exactly. When do you get to be crass? Let it out. Say, touch my cunt, Sir. Dine on my sweet nectar.”
I gasped. “Ohmygosh! Touch my cunt, Sir. Savor the nectar that’s waiting for you in my pussy.”
“Mmm, yes, like that. Was that so hard? Don’t you feel released from the shackles of those much more prudish than you?”
“Yes,” I laughed with a nod. “And bad.”
“Bad. You’re right about that, my lady. You are the goddess of smut.”
I snickered, loving that term.
I expected roaming fingers first, but he shoved his head between my legs and devoured my aching, wet slit like a starving beast.
“Aahhhh.” I thrashed and cried out again and again in rills of ecstasy.
        His tongue slid up inside me and reunited with my walls and his hands trail blazed heat over my abdomen and breasts. He grabbed at my flesh until it hurt and made me scream.

 Have fun hopping for good licks!

Friday, November 1, 2013

#SatSpanks - Addison Gets the Riding Crop

Welcome to Saturday Spankings! The snippet I'm sharing today is from my newly published novella, Sorority Pledge 5: A Rider of Delight. Addison and Logan are roleplaying as a runaway princess and the rogue hired by the King to track her down and set her straight. It's their first official scene in a D/s lifestyle, so there are a ton of surprises in store for Addison, starting with the crop:


He started lightly tapping a small, leather thing up and down my arms and over my breasts, and he drew streaks and circles on my cheeks. It whap, whap, whapped me like a very thick leaf and also caressed me like velvety rose petals. “It feels so soft, doesn’t it? Like a feather’s cousin?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He bopped and dragged it all over me on a travel downwards. The rapping, steady on my clit, was making me weep honey. “Softness. It’s a deception.”

Whatever it was whizzed in the air and fell on my nub with a wicked smack. I cried out from the smarting sting, but I could tell he’d only put a little bit of his might into it. He went back to the excruciating tease of tapping.

 Have fun hopping for good licks!