Friday, April 29, 2016

Sonni de Soto ~ presents ~ Show Me, Sir

Adult language and mature content.

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Show Me, Sir
 by Sonni de Soto
(@sonni_de  @SinfulPress) #romance #BDSM #kindle #kindleunlimited


This novel contains explicit sexual scenes including bondage and voyeurism.

Max Wells is a ball-busting, ass-kicking testament to female empowerment, who’s yet to meet the person who can push her down.

Until she meets a man she only knows as Sir.

Shamelessly deviant, Hayato knows exactly what Max thinks of Dominants like him. So ready to dismiss his lifestyle, she’s the type to assume she knows everything about it and him after one cursory glance from the outside in. But, looking at Max—at her intelligence and passion—he can see more in her than the misconceptions she’s deliberately blinding herself with.

And, determined, he plans to show her more.

Max and Hayato engage in a dance of wit, will, and seduction as they negotiate roles, rewrite rules, and learn the true meaning of empowerment.

But, just as their game heats up, it gets used against them. Seeking to punish them with their play, someone threatens to drag their private lives out into the public spotlight.

With high stakes and bitter scandal looming over their heads, Max and her Sir will have to work together to show that what the world thinks they are does not define who they are.

“I’m looking at you, Max.” She watched his firm mouth – his tongue and teeth – form the words. “I like looking at you.” His smooth voice flowed over her senses. “I want to touch you.”

Her breath caught and her eyes opened wide.

Okay, too much. That was way too much.

Having him there, having him watch her, felt wicked and dangerous and was toeing an erotic line that Max had never known.

She couldn’t imagine what having him touch her would be like.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

“You said you wouldn’t,” she reminded him, wavering between want and worry.

“I said I wouldn’t pay to do so,” he clarified, his hand reaching out to stroke a fallen strand of her vibrant hair. “When I touch you, it won’t be for any other reason than I want to and you want me to as well.” Curling the strand around his fingers, he tested its texture and feel. “Tell me you want me to.”

She shivered. It didn’t feel safe – him behind her, fully dressed while she was half-naked. It didn’t feel safe to be in a room full of mirrors with Hallie somewhere in the store. It was frightening and intense. Frightening because it was so intense.

“Imagine it.” He let his hand slide through the thick mass of her hair. “Think about how good it’ll be when I place my hands all over your soft body. Think about how wet I can make you, not just slick but soaked.” He paused, his gaze stroking south. “You’re already more than halfway there, aren’t you?” He leaned in close, his hot breath caressing the delicate, sensitive curve of her ear. “Just say the words. Tell me what we both know you want.”

God, she did. God help her, she wanted this man to touch her, to stroke her, to fuck her. He made her body feel weak with need and consumed by mindless desire. She wanted him to touch. She wanted to touch. She wanted to strip and be stripped and to drown in the promise his hot gaze held.

“Say it.”

She wanted to. So badly.

She opened her mouth. “No.”

She wanted him, everything he was offering her, so much her body hummed with it.

And it scared her.

What kind of woman – what kind of modern, independent, strong, and smart woman – was she that she would let him have this much power over her? Was a word away from becoming a puddle of sexual putty in his hands? He was turning her into something she’d spent her entire life rejecting.

What was wrong with her?

Her attention snapped back, her worry turning into panic, then an unexpectedly feral snarl, low and perilous, rumbled deep in his throat. She flinched, afraid to look at him. Afraid to move or speak or breathe while the beast inside the man clenched.

She’d never felt so naked, so vulnerable and helpless, in her life.

Finally, she braved a look up, readying herself for his ire, sure he would storm ahead or storm away.

But he just nodded stiffly, his face and body held rigidly in control. She watched his nostrils flare and a muscle in his jaw tick. The fire in his eyes burned even as cold ice hardened them. They narrowed on her predatorily.

Slowly, each movement precise and exact, he reached inside his jacket, pulling another sheet from his pocket. Holding it up like a dare, he said in a low, calm, articulated voice, “Touch yourself.”

Author bio:
Sonni de Soto is an Asian kinkster of color, who loves and lives the lifestyle when she can. Her work involves The Taming School and Show Me, Sir, as well as stories in Between the Shores: Erotica With Consent and The First Annual Geeky Kink Anthology. Like any good nerd, she loves learning new and interesting things about science, art, culture, and, of course, sex and love. She’s always thrilled to hear from readers.


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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Dianne Noble ~ an interview and her novel Outcast

Dianne Noble


Q: Are you a morning person, or a midnight candle burner?
A:   Definitely a morning person! I'm bright as a button at 5.00 a.m. but it's downhill all the way from lunchtime. No use at all in the evenings. Even as a teenager I was always the one falling asleep in a corner, just no fun! I think it's probably to do with the years living abroad as school would begin at 7.00 or 7.30 so we all had to be up at crack of dawn to get there.

Q: What is your favorite season?
A: It has to be spring when the first flowers appear and the trees start greening. It's a time when you can promise yourself that this year we'll have a brilliant and long lasting summer.

Q: When you think of a garden, do you picture vegetables or flowers?
A:   Flowers. Old fashioned garden flowers like lupins and stocks, pinks and snapdragons with bees buzzing lazily around them. Rose beds, honeysuckle scrambling over fences and an apple tree for shade.

Q: What kind of music do you listen to? Do you have an all time favorite song?
A:   I love Country and Western, Merle Haggard, Charlie Rich and women like Dolly Parton and Loretta Lynn. Such strong characters. My all time favourites have to be Patsy Cline in second place and Johnny Cash for number one.


Q: Which element of book writing is most difficult for you?
A: I think actually getting the ideas down on paper in the first instance. I've usually spent several months doing a potted history for each of my characters, I have a general idea of where the plot is going (or is planned to go!) and the setting, which has to be a bit out of the ordinary, has been decided upon. Writing the story is the most difficult for me, forcing myself to sit down and get started. Once it's moving it gets a little easier but I still find it tough.

Q: What is your favorite part of writing?
A:   My favourite part is, unusually I think, the editing. I write longhand in pencil on an A4 pad and nothing goes on screen until I'm satisfied with it. I love going over and over the words until they're saying exactly what I want them to say. I adore fleshing out my characters, making them real, feeling people and the best part of all painting a picture of India, Egypt, wherever it happens to be that is atmospheric and evocative. I want my readers to experience my books, not read them.

Q: Your favorite title?
A: One of the best books I have ever read is A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini. It is a quite horrifying story set in Afghanistan and I admire the author tremendously for the way he made the terror of the Taliban leap off the page at the reader, whilst painting a haunting picture of the countryside itself. Afghanistan is on my list of places to visit, along with Iran.

Q: What geographical locations are your favorite and why?
A: My favourites are hot and exotic locations. I always write about countries I have experienced personally and most of those seem to have been close to the equator! I was brought up in Singapore in a service family and have never become accustomed to the cold and grey of England, so every opportunity I have will be spent somewhere warm.


Q: What are you working on now? Would you like to share anything about it?
A:  I've just finished the first draft of 'Oppression' which is set partly in Yorkshire, partly in Egypt. It tells the story of Beth who is downtrodden by her husband, meeting Layla who is just about to be sent to Cairo for a forced marriage. As the story unfolds Beth travels to Egypt where she seeks out Layla and is drawn into a web of fear and violence.

Q: Do you have a new book coming out soon? Tell us about it.
A:   Hopefully Oppression! I am also re-working A Hundred Hands Outstretched, a novel set in Wales and India, dealing with the issues of paedophilia and child labour.

Q: How can we find you? Do you have a web page, FaceBook page or any buy links?

Q: Are you currently participating in a blog tour? If you are let’s tell everyone where you’re going to be so they can catch up with you again.

A:Yes I am. Click on the Url below for the dates.

Rose leaves her Cornwall café to search for her daughter in the sweltering slums of Kolkata, India.

In the daily struggle for survival, she is often brought to her knees, but finds strength to overcome the poverty and disease, grows to love the Dalit community she helps.

But then there are deaths, and she fears for her own safety.

Her café at home is at risk of being torched, and finally, she has to make the terrible choice between her daughter and the Indian children.

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