Release
Blitz ~ Fling (an anthology)
With
authors Fawkes, Fox, and Hawkeye
Hello everyone! Today I have a slightly
different post for you all. I will be sharing the anthology, FLING, with you.
For those of you who don’t know, an anthology is a book made up of several
short stories (novellas) from various authors. Rather than my usual format, I
am going to keep each author separate to their excerpt. How cool is that? You
get an excerpt from each of the three stories in the book. This stop is also part of a BLITZ, which means that this content will be featured on several blogs today, so you may have seen this information already. If you have, I would still love for you to leave a comment at the end of the post. If not, kick back and stay a while. Now I know that
these authors are pretty well known, so please take a moment to comment at the
end of the post. I look forward to feedback from everyone. Please allow me to
introduce to the blog three fabulous authors!
**FLING**
**A BDSM Erotica Anthology**
Genre: erotica/BDSM
Publisher: Avon Red
Release Date: June 25, 2013
ASIN: B0092QKX3W
**BLURB**
Fling,
an erotica collection of three steamy BDSM novellas set in Italy’s kinky
Mancusi Resort during its infamous Fetish Week, features Take Me by New York
Times bestselling author Sara Fawkes, Teach Me by Cathryn Fox, and Tame Me by
Lauren Hawkeye.
Kate
Swansea’s fiancée dumps her a day before the wedding. Will wealthy Greek
businessman Alexander Stavros convince the BDSM virgin that a sexual adventure
is the cure for her broken heart?
Tycoon
Luca Mancusi whisks fashion intern Josie Pelletier off to his private resort to
negotiate a deal for her boss’s lingerie line. But, by negotiation, he means a
long, slow, spicy seduction…
Ariel
Monroe, pop-star princess, refuses to sign a contract with CEO Marco Kennedy.
She’s furious when he follows her to Fetish Week, although she could use a hot
BDSM play partner. If he’s up to the challenge, of course.
Fans of
E.L. James and Sylvia Day will fall for Fling.
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**SARA FAWKES**
**BIO**
Sara Fawkes has always loved spinning tales. One who's been writing since she was a little girl (and has the home made books from preschool to prove it), she loves creating stories and characters and interesting messes for them to get into. And for the handsome guy to always get the girl in the end. An avid traveler and adventure motorcyclist, her dream job includes selling everything off and leaving civilization to see the world on two wheels, writing in cafes in each country she visits, and living off her writing. In the meantime however, she lives in California with her menagerie of pets and, when not writing, loves to rebuild old motorcycles/cars and practice her fiddle.
You
can find out more about Ms. Fawkes in the following places:
**TAKE ME**
**EXCERPT**
By
reading any further you are stating you are at least 18 years of age. If you
are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this site.
“You knew nothing of the theme for this week?” That deep voice was difficult to ignore, but too many things clamored within Kate’s head to
give those words the attention they demanded. Had this been the plan all along? Ted had been the
one who’d wanted to come here; surely he’d known of a theme. Then why hadn’t he brought it up
when they made their plans? More importantly, why had he never mentioned it leading up to their trip. Was it meant as a surprise? A joke? Had he ever really intended to go with her in the first place?
“Ms. Swansea.”
The deep voice cut through Kate's thoughts, dragging her back to the present. A strong hand
on her shoulder pulled her gently around until she was facing the same man who had helped her.
Tilting her head back, a slightly hysterical part of her brain marveled at how tall he stood above her.
His dark features were pulled together into a frown that might have made her nervous except, at that
moment, her brain was too jumbled to allow any emotion.
He reached out and put a finger beneath her chin and gave her a level stare. “Were you not
made aware of the theme for this week?”
“My fiancé,” she started, and then paused as a pang went through her chest. “Ex-fiancé,” she
amended before continuing. “He made the reservations but never said anything about…”
Regret laced the large man’s eyes, and an echoing emotion reverberated through Kate. It was
absurd, but she didn’t want to disappoint the man before her. Raising herself to her full height, which
still wasn’t enough to get her past the Greek man’s shoulder, she said, “I’d like to stay.”
Under that scrutinizing gaze, it was difficult not to tack on an extra “please”, but she
managed to keep her mouth shut. Meeting and holding his eyes was even more difficult; a huge part
of her being wanted to defer to him, let him decide what to do with the situation. Which was absurd -
she didn’t know him enough to trust him. Indeed, he’d yet to even tell her his name.
Anyway, giving up control wasn’t at all her style. Running her PR business, small though it
was, kept her on top of everything and didn’t give her any chance to relax. Planning the wedding had
been similar; she’d thrown herself into the fray as fully as she did her career, with Ted’s full support
of her making all the decisions. If she was honest with herself, she’d resented his unwillingness to
help with the details (barring the honeymoon plans), but confrontation had never been his style. Nor
was it hers, but she wished she’d been more adamant about getting his input.
Perhaps if she’d thrown her attention into their relationship instead of the wedding, his
surprise text message might have been easier to bear.
Alexander peered down at her, cocking his head to the side. “You must understand,” he said
slowly, lowering his voice, “I need to keep the safety of my other guests in mind. Not all who come
to these places wish to have their presence here known to the world.”
“I’ll be the soul of discretion,” Kate promised, understanding what he meant.
“Attendance of the orientation this afternoon will be mandatory for you. Also, if you have
any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask me or any of the staff.”
She nodded emphatically, and was rewarded by an approving crinkle of his eyes. “Then
welcome to the Mancusi Resort, Ms. Swansea.”
“What’s your name?” The words were out of Kate’s mouth before she thought about how
uncouth they sounded. “I mean,” she amended, “I’d really like to know who exactly helped me.”
The words sounded flat to her ears, but the large man turned and gave her his full attention.
“I am Alexander Stavros, the manager of this hotel and the one in charge of monitoring this week’s
activities.”
“Oh.” Kate’s face flamed as she realized he very likely came from a fetish background
himself, and may have been offended by her initial reaction. “Look, I’m sorry if…”
“No need for apologies, Ms. Swansea.” He reached for her hand and lifted it to his lips like
before, and once again that burst of heat inside her belly made Kate swallow. “It appears your
journey to our resort has followed a very crooked path indeed. Now allow me to escort you to your
room.”
**CATHRYN FOX**
**BIO**
Cathryn Fox is a multi published author in the romance genre. Cathryn is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and watermelon. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.
You
can find out more about Ms. Fox in the following places:
**TEACH ME**
**EXCERPT**
By
reading any further you are stating you are at least 18 years of age. If you
are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this site.
Luca slipped his
hand around the waist of the gorgeous woman at his side and guided her to the
port side of the boat, where they could find a modicum of privacy. When she
lifted her gaze to his, a nervous, hot pink flush staining her cheeks, the Dom
in him bristled. The second he’d set eyes on her, he’d known she was out of her
element, in more ways than one. And while he had no idea why Ms. Kenyon would
send someone with little to no experience, he was only glad she had.
She smoothed her dress down, and the look on her face told him she
wanted to talk business. “When we return tomorrow—”
“We won’t be returning tomorrow.”
Her eyes widened, and her head came back with a start. “What do you
mean?”
He pointed a finger, and she followed his gaze. “We’re heading to that
small island over there, my private resort,” he said, neglecting to tell her it
was Fetish Week at said resort. Soon enough, she’d find herself surrounded by
something that would undoubtedly shock and positively excite her.
“I have to get back.”
“For what?”
“I have to work.”
He angled his head. “Am I to believe that you only planned one night in
Italy? That you came all this way and hadn’t cleared your schedule to take in
some of the sights after we concluded our business deal?”
She toyed with the top button on her black dress, one that hugged her
curves to perfection. His glance raced over the fine detailing, and he knew it
was that attention to the little things that would make her an apt pupil in the
bedroom.
“Well …” she began, her words falling off.
“Well?”
“Well, of course I did, but my plans didn’t involve going to your
private resort.”
He took a step closer, crowding her, and didn’t miss the shiver that
moved through her body, a shiver that told him so much about her and about what
she needed from him. There was no mistaking that sweet little Josie Pelletier
was a submissive at heart, and while she might not know it yet, Luca knew how
much she craved to hand her pleasures over to a man. Oddly enough, he felt a strange,
possessive tug on his emotions because there was no denying that he wanted to
be the Dom to guide her, the man to train her in the ways of pleasure and make
sure she was properly introduced to the darker side of love and appropriately
cared for in the process.
“But we have unfinished business, Josie.”
“Then perhaps we should just finish it now,” she said.
“It’s not that simple.” He filled his lungs with her scent, and
continued, “Sometimes negotiations can go on for … days.”
She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “Days?”
“Yes, sometimes it can take many, many long hours before both sides are
completely satisfied. But don’t worry, after we finish hammering out a deal,
you’ll be free to enjoy the sights.”
Luca thought more about their negotiations and wondered exactly how far
she’d go, how far he could take her. She might be young and naive, but she was
all woman. Sensual, curvy, with a body made for sin—a body he intended to
train—in all the scintillating ways she needed him to train her.
Josie swallowed a huge gulp of her champagne, and he took the empty
flute from her hand. “Would you like another?”
“No,” she rushed out. “I think I’ve had enough.” Her glance left his.
“When will we be docking?”
“Not until tomorrow.”
She looked around. “Where will I sleep tonight?” she asked, panic
widening her big blue eyes.
While he’d like her to stay with him, he knew it was too soon to take
her to his bed. Too soon indeed. Not that he was in a hurry; after all,
anticipation was half the fun. No, sweet little Josie Pelletier was an
innocent, one who needed to be trained in the ways of pleasure as much as
business.
“I have a room prepared for you.”
She faked a yawn, but he didn’t call her on it. The first night he’d let
her get to bed early because come the morrow, he’d want her wide-awake and
ready to negotiate.
With a snap of his fingers, Charles was at his side. “Please escort Ms.
Pelletier to her room.”
She turned to go, but Luca put his hands on her shoulder to stop her.
She spun to face him, and he purposely put his mouth close to her ear. “Just so
you know, Josie, my approval doesn’t come easy.” Her face warmed, and when he
felt a fine shiver move through her, he added, “Your designs will be
tested.”
**LAUREN HAWKEYE**
**BIO**
Lauren Hawkeye is a writer, yoga newbie, knitting aficionado
and animal lover
who lives in the shadows of the great Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada. She’s
older than she looks—really—and younger than she feels—most of the time—and she
loves to explore the journeys that take women through life in her stories. Hawkeye’s
stories include erotic historical, steamy paranormal, and hot contemporary.
Make sure to check out her work as Lauren Jameson, where her erotic romances
take a walk on the wild side.
who lives in the shadows of the great Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada. She’s
older than she looks—really—and younger than she feels—most of the time—and she
loves to explore the journeys that take women through life in her stories. Hawkeye’s
stories include erotic historical, steamy paranormal, and hot contemporary.
Make sure to check out her work as Lauren Jameson, where her erotic romances
take a walk on the wild side.
You
can find out more about Ms. Hawkeye in the following places:
**TAKE ME**
**EXCERPT**
By
reading any further you are stating you are at least 18 years of age. If you
are under the age of 18, it is necessary for you to exit this site.
“Scusi, Signorina Monroe, but this is not
from our establishment.” He frowned a bit—Ariel frowned a lot—as he tapped keys
on the keyboard. “This is for the Seaside Pleasures Resort. We are the Mancusi
Resort. But … yes, here. You have a reservation here.”
He beamed up at her, clearly pleased that
she would be staying there.
“Welcome to Fetish Week!”
What the … Fetish Week? Ariel had seen a
lot in her time in Hollywood, but this pronouncement took her aback,
completely. She gaped like a fish as she tried to process what she’d just been
told.
A whisper on the back of her neck told her
that someone had approached from behind, even before the look on the clerk’s
face turned deferential.
“Perhaps I can be of some assistance here.”
She knew; even before she turned around,
she knew. Closing her eyes, she savored the sensation of masculine fingertips
dancing lightly at the nape of her neck before she looked over her shoulder to
find the tall, dark, and delicious specimen of manhood that was Marco Kennedy.
Just as when they’d met at the party and
each time they’d spoken on the phone, she felt the pull between them. It was
dark and intensely sexual, and she’d never felt anything like it.
No wonder she’d run. The heat that burned
between them was hot enough to reduce her to little more than a pile of ash.
“What did you do?” She knew, without a
doubt, that the enigmatic billionaire entrepreneur was behind this mix-up. He
was nothing if not persistent, and she had to admit that she was enjoying being
chased.
Perversely, she wasn’t sure if she was
pissed off that he’d finally caught up to her or thrilled that he’d taken the
time to single her out.
“Come have a drink with me.” Ariel tried to
repress her shiver as those fingers traced a path down the curve of her spine.
Against her will, her nipples peaked against the soft fabric of her blouse.
She wanted him. Why couldn’t she have him?
“I could just leave.” She tried to keep her
voice steady. “I could just go to another resort, could go back to the one I
was originally supposed to stay at.”
“You could,” Marco agreed, as his hands
stopped at the base of her spine. “But I don’t think you will. You’re
intrigued, both by the business offer and by this attraction between us. I
think you’ll stay and hear what I have to say.”
Ariel felt a flush of embarrassment as he
mentioned the lust that was coursing between them, hot and heavy, but she
lectured herself for it. There was no shame in healthy attraction, was there?
And there was no use denying that it existed. Hell, even the clerk who was
watching the scene unfold before him could see it. She could tell by the look
on his face.
“Don’t get too cocky.” Stepping away from
his touch, Ariel turned to face the man she had, until then, only met
face-to-face for one long, heart-stopping moment. “I’ll have a drink and
finally listen to your pitch—your business pitch. There won’t be any discussion
of anything else.”
“I think you’ll find that my offer ties
them together in the best possible way.” Twining her fingers in his own, Marco
lifted Ariel’s hand to his lips and brushed a kiss over it. When he released
her, she found that he’d slid a keycard into her hand. “Now go to your room, do
whatever it is you females need to do to freshen up. Your luggage has already
been taken up. This resort belongs to a friend of mine, and I think you’ll find
your suite to your satisfaction.
“I’m not sharing a room with you, am I?” If
that was part of his diabolical plan, Ariel was leaving immediately. Marco
Kennedy might promise all kinds of dark, delicious things, but she wasn’t sure
she’d survive them.
He chuckled, and she wished the sound
weren’t so damn sexy.
“No. I would never presume that far.”
Ariel’s eyebrows rose to her hairline with disbelief. Apparently, that was the
only thing he wouldn’t presume. “I will meet you in the verandah bar in half an
hour.”
“You know, I’m tired from travelling. Maybe
I just want to have a drink in my suite.” She didn’t really, but something
about the smooth way Marco just assumed he knew what she wanted got under her
skin.
He smiled at her then, and the curve of his
lips was purely wicked.
“I’m sure we’ll be spending plenty of time
in your suite before the week is over, princess. But for tonight, we’ll stay in
public. It’s safer … for you.”
So what did you think? Good, yes? I have to
tell you that I really enjoy anthologies for a lot of reasons. For one, you get
a lot of authors to enjoy within one book. Also, the stories are generally short,
so you can read through the stories fairly quickly. Because the stories are
short, they are a good way to experience multiple authors for future reads. And
I always feel like I am getting a lot more even though the total length is
about the same as a full length novel, simply because there are several stories
and authors involved.
I would love to hear what you all thought
about the excerpts. Did they intrigue you? Have you read any or all of these
authors before? What do you think about anthologies and multiple authors in the
same book? Are you likely to read this book? Your thoughts are welcome.
I want to thank Ms. Fawkes, Ms. Hawkeye,
and Ms. Fox for being here today and generously allowing us to peek into each
of their stories. If you liked what you read, please support these fabulous
authors and buy a copy of the book for yourself. I truly hope you all enjoyed
your time spend here today and liked getting to know a bit about these authors
and their stories. I wish everyone a wonderful day and will see you all soon.
Until next time …
HAPPY READING!!!
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