Friday, October 17, 2014


Here's a new release you can't miss this Helloween!
Vampires, menages, BDSM, sex clubs, Dommes, subs, zombies... These eight original stories by some of today's hottest erotic romance writers have one thing in common – a Masquerade. Behind a facade, the constraints of society fade, and fantasies come to life. Lose yourself in the Masquerade, and explore your wildest desires. Let the games begin…
C.P. Mandara - Dancing With Death
Alisa Easton - Masked Desires
Paige Matthews - Secrets
Glenda Horsfall - Under Cover
Gale Stanley - Optical Illusions
Kayla Lords - The Iron Maiden
Dakota Skye - Dominating Justice
Hunter S. Jones - Fables Deux
Amazon UK
nook/Barnes & Noble

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Touching Gloves - Shiralyn J Lee

I am honoured to feature today the latest release from best-selling author of Lesbian erotic tales, the ever-awesome Shiralyn J. Lee
Touching Gloves tells the life story of lesbian female fighter Serena Ward, a.k.a. Viper Girl.
Serena has a captivating passion for fighting in the ring, and is an undefeated female champion boxer who fights under the name of Viper Girl. This story focuses on her personal background with her girlfriend Holly, revealing the signs of unrest in their relationship, while Serena's sister Dawn finds out that her husband is cheating on her.
There's always a lot of enthralling story, and plenty of steamy, scintillating passion, in a Shiralyn J. Lee novel, so go out and get this one now!  
Get your copy on at the link here!

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Coins and Dice #1

Hi there, y'all!!

So, today I was perusing Twitter, as you do, and I noticed a Tweet from a friend of mine asking Where is all the Lesbian Sex in Erotica? This put me in mind of a story of mine that was originally published on Every Night Erotica, so I thought I'd re-publish the little gem here. :)

The story is based around a game my partners and I like to play once in a while, called Coins and Dice. It's always a lot of fun, as you will see from the story below. I've added a link back to a post I did a while ago with the rules to the game, so you can all indulge!

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I stand before you, naked, warm, already aroused with anticipation, wetness seeping from between my glistening labia.  Having won the coin toss that gave you the right to be the Domme, you are wearing soft leather shorts and a black leather bra, and I suspect that is all, but I will not find out until later – if you want me to.  A roll of the die has made our Dining Room the dungeon for tonight, and you have prepared it well – a few pillows and towels on the table, and the arm restraints (another roll of the die) at the far end, a cloth hiding your secret selection of toys (one more roll of the die) on the buffet, a blanket covered bench at this end of the table, for you to kneel on while you undertake your ministrations on me.  
Casually you walk around me, inspecting me.  I tremble as I feel your fingernail slowly scoring down the length of my back, then step forward as you push me into the room.  You guide me along the side of the dining table until we are about halfway, then stop me and turn me to face the smooth, black surface. 
"Assume the position!" you command, and, obeying, I lean forward and place my hands on the edge of the table and spread my legs.  A sudden buzz fills the air, as you reveal your first toy of the night - a long, thin, illuminated vibrating wand.  My knees shake as you slowly drag the wand up the inside of my left thigh, across my tingling cunt lips, then down my right inner thigh.
"You like that, don't you?" you ask, and I nod gently in reply - subs aren't allowed to speak unless given permission.  Slowly you repeat the process, this time lingering longer at my cunt, working the knobbed end of the wand between my lips to rub my throbbing clit, making me gasp.  Teasing with the wand would only have been foreplay, but using it on my clit, cunt or asshole counts as an activity – and you won the right to complete 4 activities before I am allowed to come!
"Silence, sub!" you bark at me!  "You know the rules as well as anyone, my dear.  After all, you did invent this game!"  Stepping back from me, you reveal your second toy as, with a swish, the short leather thong of a dragon-tongue scourge whips across my right ass cheek!  I shudder but hold my tongue, the bright flare of pain already seeping inward.  Using a whip counts as another activity, leaving you with two.
"You're a crafty one," you whisper in my ear.  "You tricked me, didn't you?"  You grasp my hair in your left hand and turn my face towards you.  "Just for that," you say, then kiss me full on the mouth, our hungry tongues fighting each other to be the passionate victor.  On and on we kiss, our lips swelling to redness, as rays of arousal spread through my body.  Suddenly you pull my head away from yours, leaving me licking my lips.  You drop my head and step back, and deliver another whack of the whip, this time across my other ass cheek.  I shudder as the shock of pain flares through me, then feel the vibe of the wand caress my ass across the welts, then slide back between my thighs to harry my swollen clit again. You kick my feet further away from the edge of table, forcing me to lean forward.  With a sweet, sadistic chuckle, you gently insert the throbbing knob of the wand into my tingling cunt, and let go of it.  I clamp my yoni tight around it, increasing the sensation from the vibe, and close my eyes to concentrate. 
"You know what to expect if the wand falls out, right?" you whisper in my ear.  I nod, and feel the pointed end of the whip tickle my nipple, just a little warning of what could follow.  You pick up the nearest arm restraint and strap it onto my left wrist, then strap the other to my right.  As you walk by, you give the wand a gentle tweak, to see if it will fall, but I hang on to it with my soaking cunt, foiling your little plan.  You chuckle, and then pull the wand out of me.  Standing me up straight, you step in front of me and sensually suck my juices off the glowing knob, your eyes burning with passion.  Taking the wand out of your mouth, you gently nibble then suck my left nipple, nipping it harder between your teeth as your passion mounts.  The wand mysteriously finds its way back between my dripping cunt lips, pressing hard against my clit, as you switch to teasing my right nipple, rapidly building the orgasmic tension running through me.  Again I close my eyes, trying to keep my orgasm at bay – a sub is forbidden to come until her dom has completed all the activities she has won!
Just when I feel the first tremors tighten my throbbing cunt, you step back and drop the wand onto the table.  Following your command, I lie down in the centre of the table, on the towel you have so thoughtfully laid out.  Quickly you fasten the restraints to the legs of the table, then pull me to the far edge, where my legs overhang and my feet rest on the bench.  Checking the straps, you tighten them, making sure my arms are stretched as far as possible, making my breasts taught against my chest wall. 
A broad smile crosses your face as you reveal your last toy – a bottle of over-proof silver tequila – your favorite tipple!  Carefully you pour the liquid gold into your cupped hand, then rub your hands together.  Quickly, you massage my breasts with the fiery alcohol, the heat sinking deep into my nipples, driving up their sensitivity to an incredible height.  I squirm on the table as you continue to stimulate me, the smile on your face growing wider as you watch mine.  Just when the pleasure starts to turn to pain, you cease your torment, releasing my nipples and heading toward the end of the table, where my most vulnerable parts await your expert ministrations.
Carefully you position yourself between my open thighs, pushing up my feet to rest on the table end, widening my open, tingling sex before your eyes.  My wetness seeps down between my labia, soaking my anus and the crack between my cheeks.  Your fingers gently probe my labia, stroking them, then pulling them apart, and I feel the warmth of your breath as your face nears my aching, wanting cunt.  I bite my lip in anticipation of what is to come – you do cunnilingus so well, with skill and grace and passion!  But you have added a little twist – as your mouth opens to enclose my exposed bud, the mouthful of tequila you have been warming within flows out all over me, sending a shower of searing alcohol over my vulva, ripping a gasp out of me you could not ignore!  But you are too busy lapping cunt juice and tequila off my labia and clit, driving me wild with your dexterous tongue as it runs around my burning cunt.  Soon you bring your mouth back to suck my throbbing, swollen bud, your passion driving you to suck me harder than you’d intended, causing me to buck against the table, orgasm racing to my brain, getting closer, lick by lick and nibble by nibble!  You realize just in time how close and out-of-control I am when you hear me wailing, “No-o-o! Not yet, babe!”
Quickly you sit back, and I fight to keep my come at bay, curling my toes with the effort.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” you command.  “I haven’t fucked you yet!”
Quickly you strap the harness on, fitted with the 8 inch vibrating dildo that the roll of the die had given you!  A toss of tails from the coin had chosen the point of entry, and you deftly lube the monster up.  Pulling me back to the end of the table and pushing my legs up, you position yourself between the cheeks of my ass, rubbing the silicon head back and forth across my tingling sphincter, gently burning from a wayward trickle of tequila.  Slowly, oh, so slowly, inch by velvet inch, in and out, a little further with each thrust, you work the wonderful behemoth deep into my ass until, feeling the heat of your skin against mine, I know you are all the way inside me.
“Is that good for you, hon?” you ask, your dom role laid aside for the grand finale.
“You fucking know it, babe, you fucking know it!”  You give my nipple a playful flick with the whip, “because you spoke out of turn before, didn’t you?”
Gradually you pull the entire silicon prick out of me, then, just as slowly, push it all the way back in, raising my ass of the table.  Pulling out again, you repeat the process, getting  quicker with each thrust, until you have a strong, smooth rhythm going.  My ass grips the prick strongly each time you thrust into me, and the sensation of emptiness when you withdraw is agonizingly tangible.  You press the power switch, and the vibrator growls into life deep within me, seeming to tremble against my very womb itself, and the muscles of my stomach knot in protest as a new level of ecstasy approaches.  Adjusting the vibe to a deep, slow throb, you watch me as you fuck me, hearing my growing moans and sobs.  My arms strain against the restraints, my breasts as hard as rock, and my nipples reach for the ceiling as the tsunami begins to mount deep inside me.  I feel your thumb, wet with tequila, rubbing my clit, sending me over the edge into orgasmic terra nova.  On and on, thrust after thrust, you keep me coming and coming, controlling my orgasm with the loving thrusts of your perfect cock and the tender touch of your tantalizing fingers!
The look of pure joy that fills your face, your smiling mouth open wide in happiness, as I come for your delight, is the most beautiful sight to behold.  It drives me to come for you again and again, each orgasm stronger than the last - and still I want to give you more.  Just when it seems that I can come no more, you repent, and slowly bring me down from that mind-freeing plateau of ecstasy, withdrawing the pulsing strap-on from my throbbing anus and slowly massaging my swollen labia, as my orgasm-wracked body spasms in residues of trembling waves of passion. 
Quickly you loosen the restraints at my arms and help me to the couch in the living room.  Taking off your bra and skirt, you lie alongside me, the perspiration of our bodies mingling as you rub my wrists and kiss me passionately.  You hold me as the afterglow runs its languid, twitching course, then smile as your eyes fill with their wanton mischief again. 
"My turn," you say, dropping the bag of coins and dice gently onto my chest. 

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I hope that left you as warm and ready as it left me. Leave me a message below letting me know how you'r feeling right now - and what you're going to do about it!

And here's a link to the blog post that brought this all back to mind - Where is all the lesbian anal sex?

You can find the rules for Coins and Dice by clicking here.

Have fun, y'all! 

Ashen xxx

Saturday, September 6, 2014

CROSSOVER - New Release from Paige Matthews

I am more than honoured to bring to you today the latest release from best-selling BDSM Romance author Paige Matthews.  CROSSOVER is the second story in the Double Cross series of novels, surrounding the trials and tribulations of the immensely popular rock group Double Cross and its erstwhile members.

Crossover tells the story of the group's drummer, Gabriel Cross, and revolves around the unresolved relationship between him and the woman who broke his heart six years before the story starts. Paige does a marvellous job of keeping the reader engrossed in the tension-filled present of the story while bringing all the life-altering pathos from the past back into the lives of the members of the band. 

Blurb from

Secrets Can Destroy. Can they overcome theirs?

Faith Maguire has spent the last six years traveling the world running from her past and the secret she hides. After finding her fiancé cheating on her in Milan, Faith heads home to Fuquay Varina, NC. Faith plans to lick her wounds and take some time off until she is offered a position documenting the upcoming tour for Double Cross.

Gabe Cross has spent the last six years trying to forget the girl that broke his heart. As Gabe prepares for another three months on tour, he’s ready to do whatever he needs to do to keep the hurt and pain buried in women and booze. The plan was concrete until she shows up on tour.

Faced to confront the hurt and pain six years forgotten - Gabe and Faith must learn how to move on from their pasts in order to have a future, but will their secrets prevent them from having their second chance?

And here's a scintillating excerpt to whet your appetite!

Once inside the room, that familiar tension was back. We stood looking at each other again. I watched as he let go of the luggage and walked toward me. I stood frozen in my spot. His hands took my bag and placed it on the couch before circling around my waist. He pulled me close and I could feel his erection against my pelvis.
“You make me so angry! And in the next breath, I want to fuck you so bad,” he said as his lips grazed against mine. All rational thoughts left in that minute. My hands found their way to Gabe’s hips as he crushed his mouth down on mine. The feel of him against me made my body weak. It had been so long since we’d been together. My lips parted and allowed him deeper penetration of my mouth. Our tongues danced with one another.
Gabe’s hands ran up under my shirt pushing it off and over my head. I heard him growl as he pulled away. I ran my nails across his washboard abs. Before I knew it, I was pinned on the couch. Gabe had one knee between my legs as he took my mouth again.
“Faith…” he moaned against my lips.
“Gabriel…” I moaned back. We were lost in the moment that we didn’t hear the knocking on the door until it became a loud banging.
“Open up man! I know you are in there.” I could hear Jax yelling from the opposite side of the door. Gabe pulled back quickly and walked to the door, adjusting himself in the process. He bent down and picked up my shirt, throwing it at me. I threw it on as he opened the door.
“What?” The husky voice barked out.
“Have you seen my sis-“ Jax stopped mid sentence when he saw me.
“Right over there.” Gabe pointed in my direction.
“I didn’t interrupt anything, did I?” He looked between the two of us.
“Nope.” Gabe grabbed his sunglasses and stormed off, leaving Jax and me alone.
I stood up and walked to my luggage.
“Are you sure I didn’t interrupt anything?” he asked me again.
“Nope,” I responded sounding like Gabe.
“Then why is your shirt inside out?” he laughed.
“Fuck you, Jax.”

And here's the buy link on, so fill yer boots! Crossover - Double-Cross-Novel

About the awesome Paige Matthews...

 I am Paige Matthews. I have been writing and reading since I was able to pick up a pen and read a book. I can't even begin to list the amounts of book that I've devoured over the course of my life; from the Babysitter's Club to R.L.Stein to the classics and the novels of my degrees. Recently, I have been focusing both my writings and my readings in erotica, BDSM and contemporary romance. And no, Fifty Shades of Grey did not get me on the BDSM bandwagon. If anything it opened the idea up more to me, but alas I have my own opinions on the trilogy.

I am trying to focus my writings on the emotional aspects of the erotic world, the emotional bondage of BDSM. I am interested in what makes people want to be dominant or submissive, the connection, etc. But I do like to read about a good flogging and bondage story too, the smuttier the better. :)

I live in New England with a wonderful family that keeps me busy when I am not at my day job or writing. I hope you enjoy your stay.

And I had the temerity to have Paige answer a few questions, too:

1) Do you like public speaking? No, I hate it, and my epic fail at my first public reading put people to sleep! Screw me!

2) Why do you write?  I write because it's therapeutic to me, and because I want to help women live out their fantasies, even if only just for the time they have my books open or on their electronic devices.

3) Why should your readers read CrossoverBecause it features an alpha hot, yet soft hearted drummer trying to get over a Broken Heart! And because I said so :)

4) What is your favorite thing to do when you're not writing? I like to spend time with my family, hanging out in NYC and writing!

5) What have your influences been with your writing?  I am a big Victorian Literature fan - I love Bronte, Hardy, Shaw, Ibsen - okay some of them will not be considered Victorian - but I liked the real and raw takes on the world at the time!
Here's some stalker links to follow to keep up with all of Paige's activities:

Now go and buy Crossover, and the rest of Paige's books, and have a very hot time reading them!

Ashen xxx

Sunday, April 20, 2014


Hi there, y'all!! I hope you're all looking forward to a wonderful summer. I know I am, after this GD awful winter we've been inflicted with! :)
 So - in order to celebrate the upcoming pleasure and passions of sunshine and sex - yes, I said it! - I and a few friends of mine are putting out a steamy, scintillating collection of short stories guaranteed to keep you sizzling!
With the weather heating up for the summer, let the stories within this book propel the temperature a bit higher.
Heat Waves is a summer themed anthology comprised of eight stories that come to life by allowing your inner desires to run free with the power of the written word blended with your naughty imagination.
 Join eight authors as they take you on an erotic journey that will have you withering in your seat.
We hope you enjoy all of the stories and, who knows, you might find your next favourite author.
And, of course, I'll let you all know as soon as it's available! :)
Now - back to Sun day chores!!
Ashen xxx

Monday, March 17, 2014

Crossroads by Paige Matthews...

Hi there, y'all! Here's a little snippet about Crossroads, the newest erotic romance from the incredibly talented Paige Matthews, who brought us the scintillating Devoured Club series of BDSM novels.


Everyone finds themselves at a crossroads in their life.
Caleb Cross is not your typical front man. His is not the bad boy, partying, love ‘em and leave ‘em persona, although his public image states otherwise. Being the lead singer of the popular rock band Double Cross, there are a lot of things the fans and the public do not know about Caleb. Sure, he likes to have a little fun now and again, but after a publicity stunt goes wrong, he is determined to shed the ultra-bad boy image.
Katherine "Kat" Summers is not a typical woman. Not a girl who gets star struck or easily impressed, Kat is content with being herself and who she is. When Kat's company is hired by Caleb Cross to rebrand him, she finds herself re-evaluating everything she knows about herself and about her life. Trying to maintain who she is against what she begins to desire, proves to be difficult for her.

For Caleb, hiring a new publicist to help reshape his image was the easy part. What he didn’t count on was being reunited with the one girl that made him question everything about himself. He’s forced to confront himself once more, in order to learn what he truly wants, and who he truly is.

Buy Links:

And here's a little excerpt, to whet your appetite! :)

The bath water had turned lukewarm and I decided it was time to get out. I dried myself off and dressed into a pair of bed shorts and tank top. I was just getting into bed when I heard my cell phone ring; the personal one, not the work one. Only a few people in my world had access to that number; my father, Margaret and my best friend Carly.

“Hello,” I said without even looking at the caller id.

Well, well, well, such an informal greeting for your new client.” The voice froze me. Caleb! How the hell does this man keep wiggling his way into my life?

“How did you get this number? No one has this number,” I said as I started to pace my bedroom, trying to keep my voice low.
“Your father. I want access to you, and I will have it. Now, Kat…”

“Katherine. My name is Katherine,” I interrupted him.

“Katherine,” he purred. I swore my pussy clenched at the sound. Jesus. Why does he do this to me?
“What do you want, Mr. Cross? It is nearly midnight and I was about to go to bed.” My fingers were drumming against my thigh as I waited for his answer, wearing a path in my carpet.

“Just to hear your voice, Kat. I mean Katherine.”

What the fuck kind of game are you playing Mr. Cross?” My patience was wearing thin. I was exhausted and not in the mood to deal with his mind games.

“Caleb. You will call me Caleb, understood?” There was a change in the intensity of his voice.
“Mr…Caleb, what are you trying to accomplish?” I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves; my fingers still drumming away.
“Just to get to know my new publicist.” His voice deepened now and I wondered what he was thinking about. I heard some voices in the background and then the covering of the phone. Fuck this.
“Well, you can call between the hours of eight a.m. and five p.m. for those conversations. I have to go.”
“You are my publicist and I will have access to you whenever I want.” The voices in the background got louder and I could make out they were female.
“You know what Caleb. Fuck you. How dare you call me at this hour when you clearly are busy? Goodnight!” I hung up before I could hear his response. Who the hell did he think he was?

My phone rang back immediately. I denied the call and proceeded to turn it off, along with my work phone. Any emergencies could be handled in the morning. I wasn’t ready for the shit storm Caleb Cross was going to bring to my life.

And, as if that wasn't enough, enter the rafflecopter below to win some fabulous prizes:

Author Stalker Links:

You can catch up with Paige at the links below:

Paige's bio:  
I grew up in a small, idyllic affluent town in the Western part of Connecticut, USA. The town definitely did not match my personality. My high school years were filled with the proverbial teenage fun, although not too much by me. I stayed close to home and pursued my B.A. in English Comparative Literature from a local college and then continued on for my M.A in English Professional Writing. I have always had a love for reading and literature and only furthered that during my studies. During my M.A. studies I decided it was time to challenge myself and work in a field that I have long admired and dreamt off: being a writer.

Having entered the lifestyle a few years ago, I write erotica with a preference toward BDSM themes. I enjoy exploring the emotional connection and emotions behind the D/s relationship, and why we like what we like.
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So there you have it, folks!
Get Crossroads while it's on sale, for a really great read!
Ashen xxx

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Dominate Me - Cover reveal

I think I'm a little late with this one, but here goes:


Devlin Fitzpatrick is a man of few words. Usually. An expert in surveillance and security, and a Dominant at Devoured, Devlin is known for his authoritative ways. After making the decision to observe rather than participate, and hiding from feelings and desires only few know about, Devlin throws himself into his work, and away from the practice of the lifestyle - that is, until he meets Ally. A chance encounter sets a new fire burning inside of Devlin - one that, up until then, has been absent. But, just as their relationship flares, a face from Devlin’s past returns, re-igniting long-subdued desires.

Ally O’Conner was not looking for a man - especially one like Devlin. Yet, the mysterious, gorgeous, and dominant stranger becomes the one person Ally didn’t know she was seeking. As Devlin opens Ally’s world up to hidden emotions and uncharted desires, Ally quickly finds herself falling, even though she knows Devlin is hiding something from her: desires or needs she is unsure of. When a stranger calls, looking for Devlin’s help, Ally begins to fear the worst as he begins to pull away.

Aiden MacCarrick has spent the last few years bouncing from place to place - drumming up work wherever he can. After a job gone wrong, Aiden finds himself on the wrong side of the bullet. With no other choice, Aiden reaches out to the one person he knows can help him.
As Devlin works to clear Aiden of a misunderstanding, and save his life in the process, the three of them are entwined in a foreign world of deep desires, unbidden wants and uncharted feelings. Can they find a happy resolution to their desperate situation, or will their emotions dominate them?
Add Dominate Me to your Goodreads TBR list today!

Ashen xxx