Tuesday, September 27, 2016

She Doesn't Trust Him

Greetings, Whipsters! I missed you all!

The next book in The Midrosian Slave Chronicles is due out this Saturday!

Matias Acoff is a soldier in the Deminian Army, an invading force on Midros. His job is to identify and set free all the slaves born on other planets and kidnapped to Midros.  He meets Enna, an escaped slave.  She was born on Midros, and not eligible to be freed. He's hiding her from being being recaptured, but she doesn't trust he is who he says he is.  

Matias is returning from getting food and she was close to escaping when he got back.

He put the bags down and crossed his arms as he leaned against a wall. "So how far do you think you'd get like that?" he asked casually, his eyes flicking to the ropes that still bound her wrists and ankles.

She looked at him, considering what kind of answer she wanted to give. She decided on the truth. "Probably not very far, but I'd hate myself for not trying."

He nodded. "Fair answer."

"You tie a good knot."

"I'm a soldier. I'm good at shooting things, and tying other things up." He grinned. "It's not usually beautiful women, though. Usually it's burly, sweaty guys. I have to say, you know a few good moves." He rubbed his stomach. "And your elbow is sharp."

She quashed the impulse to grin. "Thank you. So, what are you going to do with me next?"

"Feed you."

"Feed me? I'm not hungry, and I can feed myself!"

"I saw the way you looked at my bags of food, so don't try to pretend. And I'm not letting your arms go. You're dangerous."

"Fuck you!"

"Maybe after dinner. Come on." He grabbed her elbow and forced her into the living room. "Sit."

She glared at him.

He shook his head. "Are you always this difficult?" He moved behind her and knocked his knees into the back of hers. As she collapsed he eased her to a sitting position on the floor, with her back against a wall.


"Fuck you!" she declared again.

He shook his head. "I told you we'd consider that later. Do you know any other responses?"

"How about 'go to hell'?"

"Different, but not very original."

"What do you want from me?"

He sighed as he slid down the wall to join her on the floor. "Honestly? I'd like to figure out a way to get you free. And fix your hand." He opened up some of the bags he'd brought as she stared at him, trying to understand what his angle was. She knew what to expect when someone was cruel. She knew how to respond to someone's neglect. She had no idea what to do with something that sounded like kindness.

And she sure as hell didn't trust it.

 Did you miss Book 1 Memories of a Slave?

 It's going to be on sale this weekend!  

Get your copy and see what happens when Lydia, a slave from birth with a huge secret, meets James, a man who has no intention of renting a slave on this strange planet he's visiting.

 " ...an emotional, heart-wrenching, spine-tingling tale. "

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Tuesday, July 12, 2016

The First Time

Welcome back to WIP It Up Wednesday!  

This is from the unnamed sequel to Memories of a Slave. 

Enna is a slave.  No one has ever asked her if she wanted to have sex; it's always been their right to take.  Then she meets Matias.

“Do you know what I see right now?” he asked.

“N-no.” Her voice had an uncharacteristic wobble.

“I see the most beautiful and sensual woman I’ve ever had the privilege of looking at, all stretched out before me.”  He stroked her cheek and brushed a strand of hair from her face.  “I see her shining eyes – eyes that have seen so much pain, and yet soften with love when they look at her daughter.  Her lips are lush and swollen from being kissed.  Her breasts are full and her nipples are tight.  Her skin reflects the  moonlight.  Her curves are full and soft.  Her hips invite my hands to grab and hold tight.  Her legs are quivering as though they long to be spread wide.  Her mound is swollen with need she doesn’t even realize she has. She has placed herself in my care and trusts me, and that knowledge, my dear, is what really makes me hard.”

Never in her life had she felt desired like this.  Never had she been aroused like this, with words.  Never had she hoped that anyone would part her thighs and plunge into her depths, which she knew would not hurt, but instead give the greatest of pleasures.

“Please,” she managed to get out in a whisper.  “Please take me.”

He wiped away the single tear that dripped from her eye.  

She spread her legs – the first time in her life she'd willingly spread them in invitation for any man.

 ~ ~ ~

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Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Lydia's Secret - on WIP It Up Wednesday.

  It's WIP It Up Wednesday again!  In 3 days, this won't be a "WIP" any more, so if you like this excerpt, stay tuned!

 On Midros, all the important books on science and law and government are written in Br'ini, an ancient language that women are forbidden to learn. The penalty is death.  Lydia has been helping James do research in the Archives by carrying books back and forth for him, and on one trip she finds a secret room filled with books written in the women's language, Eluiim - books like she's never seen before.

"Lydia, are any of these books about medicine, or healing, or old cures for diseases?"

"Um, not here.  Let me look."  They wandered for a while longer before she began to zero in on a section.  Her eyes were alight with fascination.  She almost glowed in her obvious joy.

She was looking at the end of one row when James caught sight of a familiar-looking book.  "This is the same one I've been reading in Br'ini!" he noted.

She glanced over. "No, sir, actually the one you were reading was about medicinal herbs.  This one is about medicinal wild plants."  She went back to her perusing.

James stopped and stared.  His mouth dropped open.  She must have had the same thought, because she turned back to him slowly, white as a sheet.

"Oh, no..." She fell to her knees, her arms outstretched in front, her breath suddenly heaving in obvious panic.  "Oh, Master, no, please..."

"You can read Br'ini."

His words were little more than a whisper, but she let out a wail. "Nooo! Master, please don't turn me in, please, oh gods, please don't turn me in they'll kill me, oh please..."  She was sobbing...

Find out what happens to Lydia this Saturday, July 2 when "Memories of a Slave" is released!

Lydia has been a slave all her life, and longs to know more about the world.  But knowledge is for men, and the penalty for a woman is too harsh, too steep.

James is just a visitor to her planet, and certainly never imagined renting a slave.  Then, when he learns her secret, he can't simply return her. And when they uncover a monstrous deception, they risk everything - their future, and her life - to right an old wrong and find the freedom she desperately craves.

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Friday, June 10, 2016

Spanked in Anger


Coming July 2! 

James is visiting Midros, where all women are slaves.  He ends up renting her by accident for a week.  During that time, she begins to help him with his research, and they find a secret library that is filled with books from the time women were the equals of men.  While he's away from their hotel room she sneaks back down to the library to grab a book she'd been reading.  James comes back and sees what she's done.

"And if you'd been caught you'd be whipped in public, for running away, and your whole precious library down there would be on its way to being destroyed. Do you understand that, or are you really just a stupid slave?"

She looked up at him, stunned.  "James–"

She heard him pick up the discarded belt from the floor and without warning he brought it down with a crash on the spot where her thighs met her ass. The second blow came down directly over the first and she screamed long and loud, eventually subsiding into sobs as she heard the belt hit the floor.

"I will not beat you when I am angry."

Something inside her broke.  "Isn't it a little too late for that? You called me stupid, and hit me twice."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Oh, shit. Will James ever earn her trust back?

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Tuesday, June 7, 2016

What Do You Do with a Rented Slave?

It's WIP It Up Wednesday! Hello, readers, it's been a while!

I know I'm supposed to keep this short.  That's like saying "take just one cookie"...

Coming July 2nd

James "rented" Lydia, a slave, to keep her from being rented by a group of men who wanted to hurt her.  He's certainly never done this before, and he's supposed to be doing other things.

The man behind them both wasn't going to follow quietly. "James.  James, dammit!  Stop!"

James stopped so suddenly that Lydia ran right into his chest as he whipped around.

"Sorry, Sir!" she cried as she backed off and tried to maneuver out of the way to stand behind him.

"James, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

James ignored his friend as he turned to face Lydia who was now standing where he himself had been a moment ago.

"Lydia, what are you doing?"  He sounded exasperated as he grabbed her arm and hauled her around to stand beside him.  "What, Raym?"

"I asked what are you doing?"

"Well, at the moment I'm holding the arm of someone who doesn't want to stand next to me for some reason."

"That's because she belongs behind you and she knows it.  But that's not what I'm talking about!  You just rented a slave for a week!"


"What are you going to do with her?  We spend every minute in that damn basement with those damn books–"

Books?  A frisson of fear went through her and she shivered. She saw James look down at her.

"– and if we're not there we'll be in the lab.  Where is she going to be?"

"I don't know.  What would you normally do during the day, Lydia?"

He was asking her?

"Sir–" her voice was cracking, "–um, normally I'm rented for one or two days and nights, and the only thing that I do during the day is, um, serve my Master for his pleasure…"

"All day?"

"Well, if he's paid good money for me, um, then he usually desires to spend most of the day being pleasured."

"See?" The man whose name was apparently Raym gave a snort.

"Shut up.  OK, Lydia, well, we'll have to figure out what else you can do while we're together."

"You-you don't wish to use me… for pleasure?"  She was completely confused.

"No!  I mean, sure, but, oh, shit.  I don't know what the hell I was thinking."

The rejection hurt more than she'd thought it could.  "I'm sure they would give you most of your money back, Sir, if you brought me back," she whispered, looking at the concrete beneath her feet.

"What?  Why would…?" He paused and she heard him take a deep breath.  "Lydia, I am not taking you back.  You're with me for the next seven days.  We'll figure it out."

~ ~ ~

This is just not what James planned to be doing today or this week. On July 2nd, see what he should be doing!

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Saturday, April 30, 2016

"Born to be Bound" by Addison Cain: Take Your Heart Medication and Bring Your Tissues

I am the luckiest woman in the world, to have as friends the fantastic authors Livia Grant, Lee Savino, Jennifer Bene, and Myra Danvers. And recently I've gotten to know Addison Cain as she made the transition to published author.

Holy hell the girl can write.  

Born to be Bound is her first book, and she's nailed the target on her first try.  The universe she's created is a tapestry of rich darkness and despair, with just enough glimmers of light to let us know that all is (maybe) not lost yet.  We feel the Claire's desperation to save others like her from the first page, and witness the change into anger and despair as she is instead pair-bonded to a man she despises but is no longer able to resist. We cheer when she takes action to save herself, and cry again more when fate throws her back into her tormentor's hands.  And the end of the book is not the end of the story, as we find ourselves with our mouth hanging open, unable to believe the event that unfolded on the final page, and wailing that we have to wait until the next book in June to find out what has happened. (Yes, it ends with a cliffhanger, but believe me, this is a full-length book, not a novella that is released in pieces).

In case I haven't grabbed your attention, here is the synopsis of Born to be Bound:
Surrender is not survival.

Claire is desperate. Her once thriving city lies in ruins. The strongest of the three human dynamics, Alphas, have grown feral. Common Betas circle like vultures. The lowest in the hierarchy, rare and weak Omegas like Claire, are being destroyed. Sheltering amidst a dwindling enclave of frightened Omega women, Claire cannot provide enough to feed them all; her friends are starving.

All due to one escaped convict’s violent rise to power.

Shepherd is every bit as ruthless as his reputation suggests, but Claire cannot continue watching her friends suffer. Her last recourse is to beg the most powerful Alpha in the city for aid.

Up close, the sheer size of Shepherd, the raw power of the man, terrifies her. But he may be her only hope.

Before she can render her plea, Claire’s disguise and careful plans fail. Despite taking every possible precaution, she is captured. The moment the Alpha senses her, Claire’s worst nightmare is realized: Shepherd, discovering a rare Omega in his midst, claims her like a prize, forcing a pair-bond that ties her to him forever.

Claire becomes his.

Shepherd keeps his wayward mate locked away where only he might enjoy her and refuses to help her fellow Omegas unless they, too, are irrevocably bound to favored soldiers of his choosing. Claire cannot allow such a thing. She fights her instincts and his will, because no matter how many times he’s knotted her, how manipulative the bond might be, she despises what he’s done.

She escapes.

And Shepherd vows he will hunt her down – ready to burn the city to ash if he has to. Because Claire is his. His mate.

The first book in Addison Cain's exciting, raw, and suspense-filled Omegaverse trilogy is a dark tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

An excerpt: 

Shepherd's thumb brushed her lips. "Did you miss me, little one?"

The dark fan of her lashes lowered, Claire was unwilling to answer. She had missed him. Missed his smell and the purr, missed the calm he cultivated with precision. But her desire for such things were only the result of the bond. She had not missed the constant feeling of being trapped—watching day by day as more pieces of herself were peeled away.

"Answer me, little one." He used that power he had, making the thread knock about in her chest.

Looking lost, her emerald eyes met his. "You have invaded my mind."

"And your body," he added, holding her a little firmer.

"And my body," Claire agreed, her expression brokenly resigned. "Is that what you want to hear?"

Pinching her chin so she could not look away, he warned, "You will not run again."

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A little bit about Addison:

Addison L. Cain was born in sunny California, but found herself drawn to dwell in older, history-rich places. Japan, Ireland, Qatar, and now Washington DC, Addison is always on the move, always eager to immerse herself in new cultures and people. Her stories reflect the antiquities she loves: deep and sometimes very dark. Driven to push her characters beyond the pale, Addison’s books are not for the faint of heart.

An alumni of California State University Fullerton, she earned a degree in Japanese and spent years in Asia studying indigenous Japanese religion. Primeval forests and worn pathways have led to her obsession with gardening. Her Great Dane approves, loping around the yard and getting into mischief. Unfortunately the cat has to watch from a window, and because Addison is a total sucker for his sad golden eyes, he gets hours of belly rubs and too many treats.