Tuesday, January 20, 2015

#SurrealSnippets: Safe, Sane, Consensual

(originally posted Feb 5, 2014 at www.rehargrave.com) 

Is there a difference between being a submissive and being a slave? To those in the BDSM Lifestyle, that answer is "Yes." However, you'll be hard pressed to get a Webster's definition out of any of them. In The Divine Trilogy, I have attempted to weave this element into the underlying story, and will be addressing it more thoroughly in the final installment, Surreal. Because of that, I thought it would be enlightening to share some research I've done before I share a little unedited excerpt . . . 

"Maybe we might get further asking what a submissive and a slave have in common. Both have a deep need/desire to submit/surrender/give up at least some part of their will/control/power to a Dominant. They most often “need” this because pleasing and/or offering service to a Dominant who has earned their trust, their respect and (generally) their love, is an integral part of a submissive/slave’s fulfillment and satisfaction." 
~ from Kate Kinsey 

"The difference between the two does not make one better than the other. I have seen countless submissives that serve as beautifully and perfectly as some slaves do and prefer not to be called slaves because of the negative connotation to that word. I have also seen many wannabe slaves struggle until they eventually found their place as submissives. It is difficult to devote one's entire life to another person but it is also incredibly rewarding." 
~ from BDSM 101: Difference between submissive and slave

"The bottom line is that there is no one way to live the lifestyle and that goes for submissives and slaves alike. One of the most important qualities anyone in this lifestyle can have is respect. Respect for others and how they enjoy and live in the BDSM lifestyles." ~ from submissiveguide.com

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As promised, here's a little teaser!

“I’ve done no harm to you, yet you sit there, cowering like a beaten puppy. Why?”

***s’ blinked, the stare in his eyes vapid, refusing to connect. 

“Could it be your guilty conscience whispering in your ear? Bringing to light what a sleaze you are?”

The accused attempted to swallow, but a bout of dry mouth prevented that from happening. ***'s leg began bouncing while he drummed his fingertips on his thighs.

Jayden pressed on. “Or are you high out of your fucking mind right now, asshole? In what respectable world do you think it is okay to accept a submissive’s gift while you’re under the influence of any substance?” he hissed inches from ***’s face, having rushed forward to spit the words at him.

“Gift?” *** choked out like the concept were foreign to him.

The Dom wanted to roar at the stupidity he was seeing; instead, he seethed through clamped teeth. A few controlled breaths to get himself collected again and he was able to resume. Jayden stood up and backed away.

“You’ve been lingering around my club and my Lifestyle for too long, ***. Except,” he paused for dramatic effect, “this isn’t my club. I’m just a member of the board—the board you’ve applied to for membership and backing into the community and Lifestyle.” Sue him for gloating.

“So, what? You’re gonna tell them I was a bad boy and can’t be in your stupid little club?” 

The arrogance and defiance dripping from the words pulled another chuckle from Jayden, and he grinned. “Not at all, Mr. ***. In fact, I’ve just had your interview moved up.” Understanding dawned in the man’s eyes while he gulped. “Everyone will be here and ready to begin within an hour. Best be preparing your intro speech, Sir.” No respect was delivered with the title.

“But I’m not ready,” *** spluttered, disgusting Jayden with the dry spittle at the corners of his mouth. “I’m not dressed right, and haven’t had time to plan a scene or prepare a slave—”

Slave? He’d heard enough. “Oh, but Sir, you have a submissive in the other room, remember? And she happens to bear the evidence of how you conduct a scene. As for your attire, well, let’s just say, it suits you.” With disdain, Jayden dragged his gaze over the man’s grease-stained, unbuttoned jeans.

Uncertainty flashed in ***'s eyes when Jayden’s came to meet them. Good. Yes, it was good that he was worried. 

Silence fell over the two men while the clock on the wall ticked off the seconds.

(c) 2014 R.E. Hargrave, Surreal (unedited, character name omitted to preserve surprise factor for release)

Surreal (Book 3 of The Divine Trilogy) is available now on Amazon.

About the Author:
R.E. Hargrave lives on the outskirts of Dallas, TX where she prides herself on being a domestic engineer. Married to her high school sweetheart, together they are raising three children from elementary age to college age. She is an avid reader, a sometimes quilter and now, a writer. Other hobbies include gardening and a love of a music.

A native 'mutt,' Hargrave has lived in New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Alabama, Texas, and California. She is fond of setting her stories on location in South Carolina and Texas, but its anybody's guess as to what the genre will be! 

Monday, January 19, 2015

COVER REVEAL: The Penthouse by F. Collyer Reed

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A Cover Reveal for

The Penthouse
by F. Collyer Reed


Release Date: February 19 , 2015

While having dinner one night in an upscale restaurant, three men well beyond middle age are entranced by a strikingly beautiful young woman who walks by on the arm of a man old enough to be her father. Her scent lingers, intoxicating the trio who stop eating and question how a man of their own age manages to enjoy the pleasures of such an enticing young thing. They wonder who he is, and who she is. As their plates of food grow cold, they decide that she’s too classy and wholesome to be anything other than a gold digger. And they decide they want one of their own.

Between them they can create the fa├žade of one incredibly wealthy man. With access to a penthouse with art worth millions and a Rolls Royce, they decide to take turns being Man of the Evening. One will be a butler/cook. Another the chauffeur. The third a lonely, illusive, incredibly wealthy gentleman. They place a personal ad seeking a woman who dreams of the man they have created – and who doesn’t mind if he’s twice her age. A woman who will shop in trendy boutiques and department stores, and let the chauffeur carry her purchases, and in the evening entertain friends around the dining table, served by the butler.


Collyer Reed was born with the help of a doctor who certified the health of prostitutes in a Nevada brothel. Raised by his mother and numerous “aunts,” he remembers times when he awoke at night to see his mother engaged in her trade.

Eventually she married a wealthy miner client and they moved to San Francisco. His stepfather died when he was eight. In less than a decade his mother’s life had transformed from working at a rural Nevada brothel servicing mine owner-operators and ranchers to a life in the wealthy Pacific Heights neighborhood of San Francisco where her son was a reminder of the past as well as a social liability. She sent him to various boarding and military schools, including a British finishing school, a Christian Holy Roller school (his words), Catholic Reform, and state reform school.
In Reed’s words, “I’m lucky to have lived through my youth. Any drug I liked I used in excess, and I liked them all.”
A sober Reed and his artist wife live on a cruising sailboat in the San Francisco Bay Area with her pit bull and a cat. When not writing, he’s an avid motorcyclist and shares his passion for bicycles and sailing with his wife.


Monday, January 12, 2015

An Interview with Chanse Lowell, Author of "Seducing Anne"

Author Chanse Lowell has blended history, BDSM, and sci-fi in her novel Seducing Anne. She sat down with Lissa Bryan, who wrote about Anne from a more traditional perspective, for a chat about the challenges of combining these genres.

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Lissa: First and foremost, why Anne Boleyn? What led you to your interest in this particular historical figure as the heroine of your SHROAG novel?

Chanse: I’ve been fascinated with Anne Boleyn for my entire adulthood, mostly because I’m a diehard romantic, and there is no other romantic story in history that speaks to me the way Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn does. They had a very intense, passionate relationship that was explosive, and because of that, it’s probably why it didn’t last long once they married. She wasn’t afraid to stand up to him and argue, when no one else would.

Lissa: She must have been incredibly charming to find that balance. Henry hated being thwarted, yet this woman managed to tell him “no” yet avoid his anger. She wasn’t traditionally beautiful, so it had to be her personal charm, intellect and grace that held his attention for so long.

Chanse: You’re exactly right. She was the exact opposite of what was considered beautiful in the Tudor court. They looked for milky white skin, blonde or red hair, blue eyes. Most of Henry VIII’s wives fit that description, including Catherine of Aragon. Most people think because she was from Spain she had an olive complexion and dark hair and eyes, but Catherine was a redhead, with pale skin and blue eyes. Anne was the exact opposite—long dark hair, black eyes, olive complexion and thin and tall. Most women of that age were fairly plump, or voluptuous as I like to call it since I fit in that category.

I’m sure Anne caught Henry’s attention at first simply because she looked so different and stood out, but yes, ultimately, it was her charm and intellect that held his favor and attention for so long. And because he was enamored of her, she was able to find ways to say no and stand her ground.

That’s the stuff true romance is built off of—strong character, wit, charm, integrity and passion. She had it all.

It’s the romance of the ages to me because who else waited 7 years for a woman, being completely celibate during that time, then took on the Church of Rome? That was next to impossible, since the Catholic Church in those days was actually the supreme power in the land, not the king. On top of all that, he then created his own religion. He almost destroyed his country to have her. If that’s not a deep love, then I don’t know what is.
Lissa: You mentioned on your blog that viewers of the Tudors television series sometimes felt like they wanted to save Anne. I know when I was writing my book, I had the same temptation, because I would have loved to write a happy ending for her. Did you form an emotional attachment to Anne?

Chanse: Very much so. I identify with her in so many ways, because she’s passionate, intelligent, strong and resilient. I also see her as an alpha submissive, so I feel very attached to her, especially since that’s who I am in the BDSM lifestyle. I think she was very submissive to her husband, yet she had such a strong moral character she couldn’t ever let injustices happen while she stood by, so that’s when she would stand up and say something. I believe she knew when to speak up and when to hold her tongue. The sad part is that in the very end she lost that and lost her way. It was her own mouth that got her in trouble and sealed her fate. But at that point, she was depressed and had lost hope, feeling like a failure after miscarrying twice and knowing very well her duty was to provide a male heir. What woman in her day wouldn’t be crushed after promising this man for 7 years she would absolutely give him a son since Catherine, his first wife, failed at that? And here she was, failing at it, too. It would be devastating, so because of that, she lost faith and acted out.

Lissa: BDSM is an interesting topic to explore in the context of the Tudor era, when women were expected to be submissive to men, and physical discipline of one’s spouse was considered to be spiritually beneficial. How does your male lead feel that he fits in with the culture of the era? 

Chanse: I wrote Guy Moore as a Dom, trained and experienced enough he could mentor and teach other SHROAG agents how to be one as well. He has a different mindset than most of the other agents who take the easy way out. He wants to explore the women he has to bed. He wants to takes his time to know them, learn what turns them on so he can seduce them, then impregnate them. His theory is that if the woman falls for him and is loyal to him, they are less likely to miscarry and lose the baby. The other agents basically drugged the historical women they had to get pregnant and then just did what we’d basically call Invitro.

He fits in perfectly with the time period because he’s charismatic, cunning, suave, and in control of himself in all ways… Until he meets Anne. She stirs him up like no one else ever has, and we get to see him flounder a bit because she gets to him. A Dom would fit into the Tudor era perfectly. (By the way, I believe Henry VIII was absolutely a natural untrained Dom—no question in my mind…)

Lissa: Very interesting! I never really thought of him that way, but I certainly can see that aspect of his character.

Does submission come naturally to your Anne?

Chanse: Yes, submission comes completely naturally to my Anne. She doesn’t have to think about it, she just does it. It’s who she is. If you look at history, almost everything this woman ever did was to please Henry, unless she felt he was asking her to do something that would offend God. For example, being his mistress. She would never do that. But everything else she did was to please him and for the good of the country. Many people believe she had her own agenda, but that’s not really what the facts point to. The fact she actually turned to Catherine of Aragon for advice on how to spurn Henry’s advances, which most people are unaware that these two women were ever on good terms at all, shows she cared deeply for him and felt a sense of honor and duty to him. A submissive woman takes into account the Dom’s well-being because she wants to serve only him. She wants to nurture him, take care of him, make his life better and make him as happy as possible in all ways. So, even though it seems counter to his happiness to seek out Catherine’s help, it’s in fact all for him. She worried for his soul, and in the long run, that’s the happiness that mattered to her most.

Lissa: Obedience was something she was trained to her entire life, as all girls were of the era. Do you think if she was raised in our modern era she would still have the same submissiveness to her temperament, or do you think it was something that came from the way she was shaped by her upbringing?

Chanse: I don’t think it was her upbringing. You can’t teach someone to be a submissive at that level she was. It’s something you either are or you aren’t. Just like you can’t really train a man who isn’t naturally dominant to be a Dom. It just doesn’t work.

Lissa: Certainly. I just wonder if the prevailing attitudes of her day created an environment where her natural submissiveness could flourish, and if she would have had more of a conflict with her nature in the modern day, where submission isn’t necessarily seen as a positive trait by society as it was then.

Chanse: Yes, it would on both accounts. It’s harder to be a submissive woman in our day because especially in the US we are expected to be out in the working world, totally in charge and independent, not needing a man, and being submissive is looked down and treated as being weak or inferior. In those days, yes, it was expected and the more outwardly meek and submissive a woman was, the more she was regaled and looked up to. Anne is interesting to me because the way she displayed her submissiveness was very different than most around her. She was what we call an alpha submissive. It means she’s a very strong willed personality, and she doesn’t give her submission easily. It has to be earned by going through a lot of rigors and passing tests if you will. Henry did that by the way he fought for her, so her devotion to him was unreal. On a whole new level.

Lissa: What do you consider to be the most erotic scene in the novel?

Actually, my favorite erotic scene I wrote in the story I had to change quite a bit and tone it down. I had written Guy and Anne having sex for the first time on top of her altar in her holyday closet. I asked a devout catholic friend of mine who’s in the BDSM lifestyle if that would offend them. They said yes, so I moved Guy and Anne to the floor, and he just fingered her instead.

So, instead of that scene, I’ll share my favorite one from the final published version. This is from chapter 9, the first time they make love and she loses her maidenhead:

“Lay back down. I shall have you now,” he said, nudging her down with his right knee.

Once she was flat, he crawled on top of her. “This is your consummation, Anne. It will never happen with the king. You are mine. This is our wedding night. In the eyes of God, when you lie with me and you are not married to another man, then you are bound to me.”

She gasped. “Do you mean to inform the king of this?”

“No. He will not be made aware, but I will know, and I will keep it in my heart. You are to do the same.” He lowered himself over her, and those soft but firm lips, similar to his cock in many ways, took hold of all her senses.

She lost track of time as his tongue stroked over hers, his hands brushed and teased her nipples.

His lips feathered down her neck, and then he sucked on her left nipple while his fingers were back inside her.

She was a little tender, but it was quickly muted by the way he touched some delicious spot inside her body.

“Oh. God. Oh. God,” she breathed with each masterful pump of his fingers.

She was increasing in wetness and insanity.

“You will come on my hand. Do not wait for my cock, sweetheart. Come on the next few strokes,” he told her, his lips then latching back onto her nipple.

He sucked hard, his fingers firmer, pushing deeper inside her puss, and then white.

Everything was awash with blinding light as she sparked to life and right as a yell ripped out of her throat, his tongue was inside her mouth, and something large penetrated her puss.

She made a squeaking noise at the back of her throat, but he kept pressing his way inside her body.

He removed his mouth off her when she whimpered.

“Christ, Anne—are you all right, sweetheart?”

She made a mewling, soft pleading sound.

He tried to pull out, but she gripped his shoulders and whispered, “No! Do not!”

“You are in pain—I crush your maidenhead further. I am too big, and your tissues have not had enough time to engorge and stretch on their own. I—” He growled and his head snapped back, his tendons stretched tight in his neck. “I was a selfish, impatient prick, rushing you. I am sorry.”

He remained motionless inside her, his legs shaking. How exerting was it to forbear? It seemed tantamount to holding up the palace on his shoulders like a Greek legend.

“Make love to me as I have begged. I am yours.” She brushed her fingers up his shoulder, past his neck and then stroked his jaw. It flexed under her touch.

“Not if it harms you,” he whispered, sliding his forehead across hers. “I vowed to you my cock would never cause you pain, and it already has. For that, I am a miserable man, unworthy of your forgiveness.”

“You have it.” She tipped her head up and brushed a velvet kiss across his lips. “Though you never needed it. There is no harm. I was only shocked by the intrusion. I have never felt anything like it, but you are exquisite. The most generous man with a beautiful heart almost as large as his cock.” She giggled softly.

“Now you tease my manhood? Well, fuck—I have to do it now.” He pulled back a few inches, then slid back in. “How is that? Is it too painful?”

“It is perfect because it is you.”

“Oh, sweet girl. You have my heart and soul. Must you take every last bit of my sanity, too?”

She smiled and wrapped her arms around his broad back. “Yes, that is all mine.”

“Good. Because I will take all of you as well. This”—he tapped over her heart—“is mine.”

His hips tipped up and he went as deep as he could go, eliciting a tight moan out of her.

“Feel good?”

“Yes, sir.” She wiggled under him. “Too good. I had no idea it would be like this.”

He kissed her and licked across the seam of her lips. “You expected pain?”

“Yes. A lot of it.”

“I am glad to dash that expectation to pieces.” He touched along her collarbone with his index finger like he was unhurried and had to know every inch of her body. “So soft, like the fine petal of a velvet flower.” He licked the spot, sucked for several seconds, and it was not until he pulled away that she realized he had just marked her.

She gasped. “Harry will see!”

“It matters not. I will have an explanation,” he said, then did the same on the other side, still making love to her all the while.

A moment later, he was curled around her so he could kiss her, stroke one nipple with one hand and encourage her clitoris to wet her more as he pinched it with his other hand.

She fought off making loud, animalistic cries of pleasure.

“Close, yes? You will come again for me. On my cock this time, and you will remember how this feels tomorrow when you are a little sore. You will remember the way your body took to being fucked by me.”

His words grazed over her lips with his breath.

He grunted, and his chest and stomach muscles corded and flexed. Was he going to expel his seed?

Oh God, this could mean conception.

Once more, as those thoughts were occurring, the white light of utter rapture took hold of her mind and she sucked in some air as her body unraveled and she writhed beneath him.
“Fucking gorgeous!” he whispered, then he pulled out, and her head tipped up. She watched as he unloaded his male seed all over her belly. “I will get you pregnant yet, but I do it with minimal sperm, to prove to that douche I can get you with child with less seed spilled inside you than he ever could, the incontinent prick.”

She wanted to ask about this strange accent she was hearing again, and the unfamiliar words accompanying it, but he was licking her puss, making her fall apart once more.

Was there blood? She had heard that women bled when the virgin tissues were torn.

Did he concern himself with that?

He gripped her hips, tipped her puss up and when she looked down, all she could see was the top half of his expressive eyes as they devoured her with silent words of insatiable lust and undying love.

He sucked and nipped, making greedy slurping sounds, and she fell once more, then was wrapped up in his arms a few moments later.

He warmed her skin with massaging fingers all over her body. His words of tender affection did not cease.

Her breathing calmed, her muscles were lax and all she knew was four words—I love you, husband!

Lissa: What particular challenges do you have as an erotica author who’s also a historical fiction author?

Finding an audience. I write for such a niche audience, it’s hard to find readers. Especially for my SHROAG series because it’s science fiction, historical fiction, has BDSM themes, and it’s an erotica all in one. That’s very unusual, so marketing it was complicated. I knew that going in, but I’d had this story rattling around in my head for years, and it was finally time to release it and let it go. I have a few more stories in this series in my head, but they aren’t screaming at me to get out like this very first one was. It was a relief to have finally written it.

Writing it isn’t hard at all. I take the passion I feel for and from these characters and create a world where they are completely honest and I show them from their everyday life into their secret world filled with fantasies and carnal delights. You can’t tell me that Henry VIII wasn’t a very passionate man in bed. There’s just no way. If you read his letters to Anne, you know he was a very sexual, sensual man.

Lissa: I’ve always gotten the impression that Henry was somewhat conflicted and frustrated in his desires. Maybe that plays into your theory that he was an untrained dominant, and today, he’d be able to find guidance that would let him express his desires in a healthy way.

Yes, that’s exactly what I think. If he had born today, he would not have been conflicted and frustrated at all about his desires. He would have found the means to express what was in his soul in a very healthy way, and he would’ve had the peace he deserved.

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About the Author:

Chanse Lowell grew up in the desert southwest and still lives there with her children. She’s addicted to five things—her Daddy Dom, learning more about the BDSM lifestyle, reading erotica, writing erotica and sandwiches with a side of erotica to aid with digestion before she’s tied up in black silk ropes and teased endlessly by her Sir. She grew up watching programs with science fiction and historical fiction themes, and enjoys combining her three favorite genres, creating a new breed of novel with scifi, historical and smut sandwiched in the middle.

The last thing she ever thought she’d do was pursue her dream to be a writer since her family tends to keep her busy. But having recently entered the BDSM lifestyle and discovering she’s a submissive babygirl herself has opened her eyes to how few stories there are exploring the softer side of the lifestyle and how most inaccurately portray the Dom/sub dynamics in a monogamous relationship. She felt it her duty to share what she’s learned and adores about the BDSM lifestyle. Along with her new mission to write about the joys in this beautiful world of dominance and submission, she also loves chatting online with others with similar kinky interests and has advisers in the lifestyle that help make sure her stories remain true and don’t veer off into outer space. Although aliens probably enjoy kink, too, since they like to dress in rubber fetish-wear while traveling. At least that’s her argument for why her new genre she’s created is valid.

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COVER REVEAL: For Authentication Purposes by Amber L. Johnson

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A Cover Reveal


For Authentication Purposes
by Amber L. Johnson


Release Date: March 5 , 2015

FAP-3D-Paperback-eReader Dawn Sims has made a name for herself writing romantic fiction online. When she's pushed to try her hand at publishing, she thinks she has everything figured out. The only problem? She's never been in a relationship, especially one that has led her to finding The Big O. So much for writing what you know. Warner Green has had Dawn in his sights since she walked into his class in seventh grade. She broke his teenage heart not once, but twice, so seeing her in his night class at the local community college was an unexpected surprise. Accidentally reading her bad erotica on her laptop was a blessing from the Smut Gods themselves. It's clear she has no idea what she's writing about, but Warner does. In fact, he knows so much that he's willing to offer her his services. The deal is simple: teach the good girl from high school everything she needs to know to write from experience. If he gets to live out a fantasy or two that he's been harboring for almost a decade, then there's no harm in that either. The lessons turn more heated, and Dawn begins to question where Warner has learned his skills, but he's not ready to talk, until his past comes back to haunt him at the worst possible time. It shouldn't matter when it's for authentication purposes only.

FAP-3D-Paperback-1I reached across the table and ran my index finger across the soft skin of her wrist. “Let me feel you up a little like a sophomore who just got his license.”

I loved it when she laughed because it wasn’t anything fake. Her entire body shook when she giggled, and when it was really funny there was no sound. Right now she was probably calling all the dogs in the alley. “Yeah, okay. We can do that.” She smoothed out her hair when she’s collected herself, and I realized that I hadn’t noticed it before, but she didn’t wear ponytails anymore. It made me want to tug on the ends, fist it at the back of her neck.  



 A true child of music, Amber's parents surrounded her with the loudest beats they could find, molding her into a girl who found inspiration and meaning in lyrics and chords. Raised on John Hughes movies, Luck Dragons, and pirate ships, she dreamed of love and adventure. When Amber began to create her own world, she envisioned a place where Happy Ever Afters do exist. Since then, she has authored several romance novels, all of which focus on songs and the way they can touch people's lives. Music may not be able to fix a broken heart, but it can provide one hell of a soundtrack for healing. A full-time wife and mother with a full-time job, Amber finds her muse in everyday life and the people who bring her inspiration.  

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Tuesday, January 6, 2015

BOOK REVIEW: Hunter & Prey by Kira Barker

From Goodreads: Penelope Thompson loves her life. She has everything she wants. With her beauty, charm, and intelligence, she is at the top of her game and is one of the most sought after escorts at her company. She chooses her clients carefully and provides them with much more than just a great time between the sheets. Yet now at the age of 33, she is questioning just how much longer she has in the business. Life might be great, but sometimes it gets lonely to only ever be what others want to see in her, without true intimacy.

Darren Hunter has made a killing by being one of the best lawyers in Chicago. Renowned for winning any case, he has built up quite the reputation. He has a new beautiful woman attached to his arm every few months and is what every guy desires to be: wealthy, intelligent, successful, and has the looks that kill. 

It is now time for Darren to choose his new "flavor of the season" and it seems as if Penelope has caught his eye. As things heat up between them, Penelope starts to feel as if life is turning into a fairy tale—if not for the fact that one by one, evidence is mounting up that the elusive Mr. Hunter has his own skeletons in the closet. Will his past come to catch up with her? And why do all the women in his life suddenly disappear?

Genre: Erotic Suspense/Horror
Length: 320 pages
Price on Amazon: $2.99 or Free w/ Kindle Unlimited

R.E. Hargrave's Review
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I finished reading this novel a little over a week ago, but have put off sitting down to put my thoughts on paper … simply because I don’t know where to begin. It’s no secret that I’m a fan of Ms. Barker’s writing style, no matter the genre she tackles, and with Hunter & Prey my opinion has not changed. In fact, my adoration has only grown to borderline fangirl levels. Not exactly pretty for a woman of my age! 

Barker writes with such a fluid pen that the reader has no choice except to be swept up and taken along for whatever ride she lays out. You get involved with the characters to the point that their hopes and dreams become yours. When they hurt, you hurt. And when their betrayals are revealed, you feel the world disappear beneath your feet.

Penelope Thompson and Darren Hunter are two such characters. They both have a clear passion for life and don’t regret any of their life choices. When a clear romance begins between them, taking them past the lustful business arrangement that initially brings them together, your heart soars because they are a perfect pair. Or are they?

The plot thickens, the pace picks up, and before long you, the reader, will be wondering who can be trusted out of the expertly crafted ensemble of characters, both supporting and main. Does Penelope’s madame really have her best interests at heart, or is Penelope just a cash cow? The geeky neighbor down the hall is on house arrest, but is it for more than his hacker and technology skills? What about the socialite who seems to be the only one to understand Penelope and not judge her for being a dirty secret to so many of the country club-type males? What of Penelope herself? Or the suave and sexy Mr. Hunter?

This is a tale of hot sex, deep romance, and twisted alternatives. Make no assumptions and be prepared to get caught up in Barker’s web of words. 

*I received an ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review.*

Monday, January 5, 2015

NEW RELEASE: Indulgence by Jeanne McDonald

by: Jeanne McDonald
Genre: Erotica/Erotic Romance
Release date: January 4, 2015

One night of indulging in her carnal nature will unlock a world of mystery and desire she never dreamed existed.

A year has passed since Addison George was left at the altar after her husband-to-be announced he was gay.  Still friends despite what happened, she secretly harbors hope that all of this was a phase and he will come crawling back to her.  That dream is shattered when he announces that he’s engaged to the man he left her for.  
Spiraling out of control, Addison agrees to accompany her best friend to the sex party of the year. Hosted by world-renowned erotic romance author, Sebastian Hawk, exposed anonymity is the name of the game.  The rules are simple: all guests are required to remain nude for the duration of the event, except for a mask to hide one’s identity, and everyone must partake in at least one salacious delight.
Out of her sexual league, Addison spends the evening with a certain clothed employee who explains to her the world in which the enigmatic author lives.  While she wishes to understand more about the strange novelist, Addison can’t help but feel drawn to the handsome and mysterious employee who has introduced her to the sensual realm of Indulgence.

Lost in a world of secrets and passion, Addison will unmask the man behind the mystery while exploring her carnal nature.  Through it all, she’ll discover that not everything is as it seems, and to never judge a book solely by its cover.

Jeanne McDonald began telling stories at the ripe young age of five, when her mother considered the truth to be a lie due to her extensive embellishment to the retelling of an event.  She wrote her first short story when she was twelve years old, and at the age of sixteen she tried her hand at poetry.  She reconnected with her love for writing in 2010 thanks to the encouragement of a dear friend.

Her passions include a "mild" Starbucks addiction, music, reading, quotes, movies, and romance.  When she's not spending time with her family, she can be found reading, writing, chatting with her friends or diligently working toward her bachelor's degree in Literature.  A proud Texan, Jeanne currently resides in the Dallas/Fort Worth area with her family.

Indulgence by jeanne mcdonald


Indulgence by Jeanne McDonald 

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