Tuesday, March 28, 2017


No Remorse
by Desiree A. Cox
Genre: Murder Mystery
Cover Designer:  Book Cover By Design
Release Date: April 29, 2017



Playing with fire can get you burned … or killed.

Chase Effridge, the handsome young playboy/college professor, is dead. A devoted and faithful husband he was not. Professor Effridge led a secret life where mistresses and enemies were no strangers to him. When his secrets begin to surface, his seemingly perfect life takes a turn for the worst. One mistress with a baby, and another whose boyfriend found out about their affair, are the equivalent of adding fuel to the fire.

Effridge’s estranged wife, Carlotta DuPree, tops the suspect list, but swears she’s innocent. Her cold demeanor and ill-wishes toward her husband do nothing to help her story. She claims to have an alibi, but can it be verified?

The list of suspects keeps growing as the interrogation process proceeds. Each conversation does little to unravel the complexity of Chase’s life, and provides little clarity as to who can be eliminated and who can’t. Instead, the discussions tend to reveal a new person of interest, and shroud those already on the list with more suspicion. Everyone seems to have a motive.

Will this crime ever be solved?



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Desiree was born and raised in Iowa. She married her high school sweetheart and moved to the Philadelphia area after high school. She’s been happily married for over twenty-five years. She’s the mother of two sons and a daughter.

Writing, in one form or another, has always been something she’s enjoyed. Desiree also enjoys traveling and spending time at the beach.

Desiree was chosen as Authorclassified.com’s 2015 Romance Author of the Year.







Monday, February 13, 2017

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The Velvet Chair is Book One in a Dark Erotica Series called 'Velvet Lies.'

Blurb

My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don’t own, I’m working on.

Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He’s got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.

I’ll marry his daughter. I’ll give him all the status, money and power he can handle... for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can’t renege on our little arrangement – but she can. I give her a week. One week and she’ll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.


Excerpt - Jennifer

sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchairMy hands were visibly shaking. Flexing my fingers repeatedly, I tried to still the tremors, but they were not to be subdued. It was hardly surprising. Today was the day I walked up the aisle and married… a monster. I was under no illusions that Mark Matthews would forgive me for what had happened, and I could hardly blame him. He’d been manipulated and sexually tortured until he could take no more, and then he’d been neatly cornered. He might have agreed to my father’s demands, but he’d come snapping and biting, feral as a wolf.

 I sighed. Today was supposed to be a magical day – every little girl’s fantasy. A gigantic cathedral, a sea of flowers, a big fancy dress, and the man of my dreams. I’d imagined it would be filled with tears of happiness and protestations of love. How stupid was I?

 Inhaling a shaky breath, I wondered what Mark would do with me. Having always been the sacrificial lamb in this family, today I was being sent off to the slaughterhouse. When I’d mentioned this to Michael, I’d refused to call him ‘Dad’ a long time ago, he’d laughed and told me to stop being so melodramatic. As if that made me feel any better. Dear old Dad couldn’t care less whether I lived or died, so I didn’t waste my breath trying to plead with him. All I had to do was play my part in this charade and he would be happy. I needed to keep Michael happy at all costs. The trouble was, in order to play my part, Matthews had to trust me, and I had a feeling that trying to coax that emotion out of him was going to be almost as impossible as trying to convince the Queen of England to relinquish her throne. Matthews wasn’t the sort to trust easily, and now that I had lost what little ground I had gained with him, I would be back to square one. Wrong, I thought grimly. I was going to be at least twenty stories below square one, trying to claw my way out with nothing more than my bare fingernails. Facing up to facts, I stifled a sob. The man was going to annihilate me.



Excerpt - Mark

As we pulled out of the Savoy’s car park, Jennifer was a mess. I had little sympathy for her. Each heartbeat that tore through my chest was full of fire, which spat sparks and burned like acid. I was sitting next to a traitor. My body throbbed with emotion, and not the good kind.

I had to admit the dress she’d changed into, just a tiny part of the massive trousseau that was now being shipped to my estate, was rather distracting. It was designed in a glistening oyster silk that caught the light every time she moved. It was seductive enough without the two splits that ran up the side of her thighs, and when she’d seated herself in my car, revealing a vast expanse of soft creamy flesh, my blood pressure had taken a direct hit.

 My temper was already simmering in a large saucepan full of resentment, but that turned up the heat considerably. I did not want to be attracted to Redcliff’s daughter. I wanted to abhor her with all that was holy. Desire would weaken my anger, and that must not be allowed to happen. I needed to have a stern talk with my overactive libido and let it know who was boss around these parts.

Little did Miss Redcliff know, but she wouldn’t be requiring clothes for the duration of her stay. I would thoughtfully be providing her with all sorts of novel uniforms, and when she began to bore me, she could just go around naked. I’d decided to train her up to be a sex slave extraordinaire, and it was going to be an exacting and rigorous process. She’d be allowed six hours of sleep a day, and the rest of her hours would be accounted for. Cooking, cleaning, ironing, servicing me, pleasing me, attending to her own personal fitness regime, and some more ‘standard’ training sessions.

Failure to comply with her new routine would produce punishments the likes of which she had never experienced. After her first misdemeanour had been dealt with, I didn’t think there would be many more. I was in bastard-mode, and the girl was going to know about it. She had just become my property and I would deal with her however I saw fit. The mark of my ownership would be indelibly printed on her soul by the time I’d finished with her. The damn woman was going to fear the sound of my footsteps, her body would shrink away from me every time I approached her and she would learn to obey my every whisper or suffer the consequences.

My lawyer had already drawn up two sets of papers, one for an annulment and the others pertained to our divorce. It would probably take all the fun out of the arrangement if Jennifer opted for an annulment, so I didn’t intend to scare her witless in the first few days, but I fully expected the divorce papers to be completed inside of a week. I just needed to push the woman to her absolute limit, and then smash her body into the next dimension. If there was one thing I was good at, it was psychological and physical torture. Okay, so that might be two things. In any case, I’d get those papers signed, sealed, and delivered back to Michael Redcliff before the week was out. Piece of cake.

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Christina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good. In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies. She's a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

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Wednesday, January 18, 2017

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Book 5 in the Organ Grinder series can be read as a standalone and contains 32,000 words of kinky explicit bottom play scenes, lesbian dominance, submission, spankings, bondage, and other kinks that cannot be mentioned here. Intended for 18+ readers only.

EXCERPT:
Molly gave the wine bottle a little spin and watched it stop on herself. “Now what? Do I kiss myself?”
Lindsay chuckled. “Not quite, Darlin’. The bottle has to go around at least once. Try again a little harder this time.”
“Okay,” she replied, giving it a stronger spin.
We all sat and waited for it to slow down. It spun six times before creeping back to her.
Molly blew on the bottle as hard as she could, pushing the neck towards me. “Violet!” she cheered.
“You’re cute. Alright, we might as well stand up for this. My legs are starting to cramp sitting this way.”
“Okay. I could use the stretch too.”
We both stood up, gave our bodies a twist to get the kinks out and proceeded to stand closer to each other.
“This is how you really do it ladies,” I muttered, wrapping my hand around Molly’s waist. I applied a light pressure to her back, drawing her in closer to my body. “Are you ready for a real kiss?”
Molly nodded and licked her cherry scented lips. “Uh huh.”
I placed my other hand on the nape of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. My naked lips met with her sweet velvety lips three times before I nibbled on her plump bottom lip like I owned her. I ran my tongue around my mouth, softening my lips to match hers.
Molly flinched as I slipped my tongue inside her mouth and probed it against hers, but she didn’t pull away. In fact, she returned the motion by repeating my action back inside my warm and always inviting mouth.
I played with her bottom lip, gently tugging with my teeth before sucking on her lip. As our mouths intertwined, I lowered my hand down to her perfectly rounded ass and gave her a little squeeze.
She let out a soft moan. Her knees slightly buckled as she pressed her body into mine.
“Times up!” Chloe exclaimed.

Molly continued kissing me like it was the last kiss of her life.
I pulled her in tighter against me and she let out another moan. This time it was longer and sounded like I was turning her on. She grabbed my hand, raised it up to the stretchy waistband of her skirt and helped guide my fingers down the back of her panties.
I continued French kissing her while skimming my finger over the crack of her plump ass. Her breathing deepened, giving me a clear sign that she wanted more as I stroked her smooth untouched flesh. Just as I pressed my finger deeper towards her tight virgin asshole, someone pulled me backward with a tug on my mini skirt. My lips abruptly unlocked from Molly’s, putting an end to our embrace.
“Hey!” Molly huffed.
I turned to see who had ass blocked me as I slipped my hand out from Molly’s skirt.
“I said times up. Nobody else kissed for that long,” Chloe scoffed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know there was a set time limit on the kiss,” I replied.
“Chloe should give her a spanking for that,” Gwen suggested before taking another sip of whiskey. “Anyone care for another drink?” she asked, waving the bottle around. When nobody claimed the bottle, Gwen set it back down on the table.
“Gwen’s right. Violet was a bad girl and should be punished accordingly. Chloe, would you like to do the honours?” Lindsay asked, picking the bottle up off the table. She took another sip and handed it over to Chloe.
“Gladly. Violet, I’m gonna have to get you to lay across my lap,” Chloe instructed, tapping her hand on her knee.
“I didn’t mean to get Violet in trouble. Do you really have to punish her?” Molly asked with a worried look on her face.
“I’m afraid so Molly. She didn’t stop when she was told to stop. Around here that’s punishable by an ass-whoopin’.” Chloe took a swig from the bottle and handed it back to Lindsay.
“But it was half my fault. I’d never kissed a girl before. I guess I liked it more than I thought I would. She’s pretty good at it.”
“Well then, perhaps you should get a spanking too.” Chloe grinned. “What do you think Lindz? Ladies? Does Molly need to be taught a lesson as well?”
“Oh, yes. For sure,” Gwen nodded.
The others in the room nodded along in agreement with Chloe.
“Alright then. First up is Violet. Come here, Darlin’.”
“Yes’m.” I walked around the coffee table and lowered my midsection over Chloe’s thighs. “Is this good?”
“Kimmy, could you scoot down a little?” Chloe asked, flipping up the back of my skirt.
“Why should I?”
“Well, unless you want Violet’s face in between your legs, you need to make some room.”
“I don’t mind,” I said, giving Kimmy a flirty grin.
“Fine, I’ll move,” she replied, sliding over to the end of the sofa.
With me facing Kimmy, it gave Gwen a clear view of my bottom, which by all means was fine by me. If I had to look at Gwen while receiving my spanking, I most likely would have an orgasm on Chloe’s lap. It gave me the warm fuzzies thinking about that redheaded vixen staring at my behind.
“Great. Now, this may hurt a little Violet,” Chloe said, running her hand over the back of my thigh and up to my frilly panties. Her hand circled over my covered cheek and stopped in the dip of my tush. “Are you ready?”
Was I ready? That’s an understatement. I was born ready and always willing for my ass to be spanked. These girls had no idea how much I loved a good hardy spanking.
“Uh huh. Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t mean to cause trou-”
Smack!
“Ow!” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, did that hurt your little hiney?”
“Yes’m.” Actually, it didn’t hurt at all, but Chloe didn’t need to know that. To be honest, it felt more like a tap on my ass. I can tolerate a dangerous amount in the department of pain. The harder they spanked, the harder I came. I arched my bum, hoping it wasn’t the last of the spankings. “Please don’t do it again. I swear I’ll listen the next time.”
“You better believe you will.”
And there it was, the swishing sound of her ruthless unseen hand barreling down across my ass.
SMACK!
I couldn’t have timed it more perfectly if I’d tried.
“Hey! That smarts. Please stop, I’m begging you,” I whined.
“Begging won’t help you, Princess,” Gwen muttered.
“Hmm, something’s not quite right. My hand isn’t feeling it the way it should,” Chloe said.
“I know what the problem is. It’s so obvious.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yep. Mind if I fix it?” Gwen asked.
“Sure, go right ahead.”
Gwen hooked her fingers into the tight waistband of my undies. “This might help,” Gwen said, yanking my frilly panties down to my thighs. “That’s better. Now everyone can see your scrumptious bare ass.”
Thwack!
I let out a high, anguished yelp. Fuck me that bites, but I love it.
“Oh, yes, that’s much better. Thanks, Gwen.” Chloe gently rubbed her hand over my sore tender mound of flesh. “There, there. It’s almost over.”
Almost? I don’t want it to end.
Thwack! Thwack! THWACK!
“Fuuuuck!” I wailed. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. No more please.”
“I think you should stop now, Chloe,” Lindsay urged. “Her bottom is bright red.”
“I’ll stop when I damn well want to,” Chloe barked, removing her hand from my ass.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
The force of her hand gave me such an adrenaline rush as it struck my naked skin. Chloe’s ass-walloping on me was stern and heated, just the way I liked it. My clit instantly swelled from the lingering sting left behind on my throbbing hiney.
My body trembled from the excitement of her touch. “You’re hurting me,” I whimpered.
I wanted more, so much more, but I had to play it cool. I had to act like I was truly sorry for not listening. Good girls were given the special rewards. Bad girls were denied the gratification if caught wanting more.
“Don’t be such a baby. I don’t want to hear one more peep from you,” she ordered through her gritted teeth before striking my backside again.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
I wanted to scream in delight. Those last swats were so fierce and painful, my tush had gone numb on me.
“Now perhaps you’ll listen and obey the next time when you’re told to do something.”
Chloe soothed my wounded bottom, easing out the searing heat in my sensitive flesh.
“Yes’m. I’ll behave. I promise.”
Of course, I wouldn’t behave. What would be the fun in that?
I glanced over to the spectators of my punishment and they all looked as though they’d witnessed a murder.
“Damn Chloe, that was intense.” Gwen placed her cold hand on my bottom and ran it up and down my rosy behind. “I can’t believe how hot her ass is from that. I can’t wait until it’s my turn. Pass me the bottle, Kimmy.”
Kimmy stretched her arm across me and handed Gwen the cherry Whiskey. As she pulled back, she placed her hand on my other cheek and began to rub my skin. “Oh, yeah, it really is scorching. You did a number on her bottom, Chloe. I don’t think Molly will be able to handle this.”
Molly had dropped her jaw for so long, that a pool of drool had formed in her mouth. She swallowed and cleared her throat. “Do I really have to get spanked? Can’t we just pretend I did? I didn’t mean to get myself in trouble. I’ll do anything,” Molly begged. She put her palms together, “Please. I don’t want a spanking.”
Lindsay sighed. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s really not up to me. Ladies? What should we do with Molly?”
“Hmm, I’m not sure. Maybe we can get her to do something for us when we ask,” Kimmy suggested, kneading her fingers into my ass.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Chloe replied. “I’ll have to think of something good. Be grateful you’re gettin’ off so easily, Molly. Your ass could’ve looked like Violet’s.”
“Thank you. I really don’t think I could take it like she did.”
“Okay Violet, you may stand up now,” Chloe said, giving me a nudge on my hip.
I didn’t want to get up from her tender warm lap. I had a burning ass and two women playing with my ass cheeks like it was a mound of modelling clay. It was heaven.
“I said you may get up now Violet. You better listen or else.”
Shivers ran up my body. Or else what? You’ll spank me again and again? I wanted to say exactly what I was thinking but then she’d know I enjoyed it more than anything. I stood up, carefully pulled up my panties and went back to my spot on the floor. Even sitting on my knees made it torturous on my tender tush.
I looked over at Molly and she mouthed the words, “I’m sorry.” She shouldn’t be, though. This party was finally getting exciting and going somewhere.

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About the Author
July Cumming is a dirty girl with an even dirtier mind. Living in Western Canada, she hides from the snow and frolics in the sun. When she isn't writing out her naughty taboo fantasies, she's plotting them wherever she goes. She enjoys singing '80s tunes at a local karaoke pub and loves to create scrumptious meals.

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