I actually don't know BJ Wane  so we are both meeting a new author together. That is why Author Spotlights are great! I love meeting new author friends. I had reached out to my spanking authors and asked if anyone wanted to come play on my page. What better way to start things off than with a BJ. :p Enjoy my lovelies. xx

About BIND ME TO YOU

Camille Statler would do anything for her sister and nephew, including going to a sex club with the intention of getting damning evidence to hold against Joshua’s father to stop his custody suit.  Much to her dismay, she finds Declan Whitmore owns The Warehouse and her attraction to him is just as strong as when they met briefly a few months earlier.

Declan welcomes Camille into his club even though he knows she’s hiding something from him.  Over the next few weeks, she succumbs to his dominance and responds to his controlling discipline but to his frustration, refuses to reveal anything personal about herself. The more time they spend together in and out of the club, the more Camille and Dec want each other.  But soon Dec discovers her deceit and Camille is left to wonder if she waited too long to come clean with him.

Excerpt:

Dec didn’t know what he would do, how he’d react if she said no.  Thank God he didn’t have to find out because, with a look of relief, she followed him to the elevator without a word.
He couldn’t recall a time when he wanted a woman more, not even in his horny college days when women were all he thought about.  It’s just pent up frustration from pent up lust he told himself as they exited the elevator and he led her into the first room on the right.  From the way his cock pressed with painful insistence against his zipper, he felt as if he could explode any second.  He knew he would’ve had no qualms about hauling her outside and taking her against the brick side of the warehouse if he had found all the second floor, private rooms taken when he stopped on this floor on his way downstairs earlier.

“Strip,” he ordered without preamble, tightening his jaw against the surge of possessive pleasure he experienced eyeing the cuffs he had left on her wrists and ankles.  They were wide, thick and bulky.  He wanted her to know she had them on, know who put them there and accept what they meant as long as she wore them.  Her hands shook as she finished unbuttoning her top, her expressive eyes shifting away from his when she shrugged it and her bra off her shoulders.  

Holding out his hand, he took them, saying, “Now the skirt.”

Camille kept quiet, afraid if she said anything it would be the wrong thing and he’d send her away.  With her palms sliding flat against her waist, she lowered the skirt, taking her panties the rest of the way down with it, conscious of the heavy feel of the cuffs.  They were bulky and cumbersome around her wrists and ankles, but strangely comforting in a weird, somewhat sexual way.  She assumed he would remove them when he finished with her, and she’d been both relieved and pleased he wasn’t ready to end the night just yet.  She had difficulty swallowing around the lump of vulnerability stuck in her throat when she stood naked before him, but as his
gaze took a slow slide down her body, hot enough to inflame her smoldering arousal, her body responded with its usual fever.

About this author...Who is BJ Wane?

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs, a Poodle/Pyrenees mix and an Irish Water Spaniel.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting her two dogs, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I much prefer being homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first book was
strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic romance with an emphasis on spanking.

Recent accolades include: 5 star, Top Pick review from The Romance Reviews for

BLINDSIDED, 5 star review from Long & Short Reviews for HANNAH & THE DOM NEXT

DOOR, which was also voted Erotic Romance of the Month on LASR, and my most recent title,

HER MASTER AT LAST took two spots on Amazon’s top 100 lists in BDSM erotica and

Buy this new Book:

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Author Links:

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http://www.amazon.com/BJ-Wane
 
https://www.facebook.com/bj.wane

Suzy Ayers: What is something people aren’t likely to know about you?

Felicity Brandon:   Hi Suzy! Thanks for having me here and starting with such a good question! How about this? As well as being a writer of hard-core, kinky sexuality, I am also a passionate advocate of human rights and freedom of speech. I support local, national and international charities, such as Amnesty International and am a fierce supporter of ending prejudice and inequality wherever it surfaces.


Suzy Ayers: A milestone or goal you hope to accomplish this year.


Felicity Brandon:   I always have two on-going goals:

1. To keep improving my writing.

2. 2. To keep publishing my work!

Beyond this I want to continue my current series of stories (The Kink Between Us) and conclude my first ever erotic novel.


Suzy Ayers: Who is a mentor or someone that you look up to/inspires you?

Felicity Brandon:  For me it’s Anne Rice; she’s an absolute inspiration to me. I adore the texture and tone of her writing. Her characters are as engaging as they are stimulating. I also
respect her ability to keep producing high quality work. It’s my most sincere hope that I will be able to do the same!


Suzy Ayers: What is the biggest piece of advice you find that you give most often


Felicity Brandon:  I consider myself to be an aspiring writer, so am not sure that I’m best placed to offer much in the way of advice... What I might say is this: If you love to write (and I mean if you *really* love it in a way that keeps you awake at night and drives you on during the day,) then get writing! Don’t let anyone else stop you. I was told once by a careers professional (at school) that being an ‘author’ wasn’t a ‘proper job’! I stupidly listened to that advice for far too long! What I realize now is that it’s the proper job

Here here!!

Suzy Ayers: Tell us the book you’re excited to share with us

Felicity Brandon:   What I am most excited about right now is the follow-up to *Destination Anywhere* which I am penning as we speak! This one has taken on a life of its own and I think
I am going to have to release it in two-installments... I have included an excerpt for your readers (but please bear in mind that is unedited and unpublished material! ;-)

“In my mind’s eye I can see myself and know how I must look to Rob. Bound, gagged and blindfolded; my legs are pushed wide apart and the material of my dress is collecting higher and higher at my thighs. My round breasts are exposed and clamped.

The cold metal of the chain rests on my midriff and adds as a tormenter of its own. I am turning into a drooling, grinding and moaning mess and the sheer fact of my appearance is testament to the fact that my inhibitions are now on the floor. I no longer care what he thinks of me. Maybe he wants to stop the vehicle and fuck me over the back seat? Maybe he just wants to get me the hell out of his car! I would understand either emotion if I were him, but neither concerns me anymore. I just want him to get me to my master. I want to
feel him, touch him, smell him and taste him...”

© Felicity Brandon, 2014

Suzy Ayers: Where are you going next? What is your next project/book?

Felicity Brandon:   I am determined to get my first full-length novel out there for my readers to enjoy.

This has been a huge mission of mine and I am so pleased with how it is turning out (in fact I have already started to sequel!)

Thank you again for hosting me!

I'm so glad you stopped over!!

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Suzy Ayers: What is something people aren’t likely to know about you?

Corey Harper:   I’m a guy, and a Dom. J Though I’ve posted this in many different places, I still get asked, probably because there aren’t that many of us guys writing romance, and even fewer that are Doms writing romance.


Suzy Ayers: A milestone or goal you hope to accomplish this year.

Corey Harper:  At least one new trilogy.

 
Suzy Ayers: Who is a mentor or someone that you look up to/inspires you?

Corey Harper: Gabriel Garcia Marquez.


Suzy Ayers: What is the biggest piece of advice you find that you give most often to aspiring writers?

Corey Harper:  Plant your behind in the chair and write. There’s no secret formula, no shortcut. It’s hard, sometimes frustrating, but ultimately very rewarding, work. I don’t believe in writer’s block—just sit down and write. Anything. If I ever feel temporarily stuck, I just start a conversation between my hero and heroine. It always leads somewhere.


Suzy Ayers: Tell us the book you’re excited to share with us...

Corey Harper:  Book Three of the Baobhan Sith Trilogy, “Legacy of Desire and Blood”, releases June 19, 2014.

Excerpt:
Duncan pulled the car into a spot in front of one of the taller buildings on the west side of the street, where the SUV could be in the shade. Wisps of afternoon fog were just starting to paint pearl–gray streaks in the blue sky, but had not yet blocked the sun.

Kenzi looked out his window at the store they had parked near. “Women’s athletic clothing?” she said.

“It’s the most practical apparel for our current vigorous lifestyle.”

“That’s logical Duncan talking.”

He took her hand. “I like the way you look in spandex.”

“Oh,” she said, smiling. “Do you really?”

He traced his big thumb across the back of her hand, circling each knuckle. “It makes my blood boil when I see you in it.”

“Wow. Spandex it is, then.” Kenzi tilted her head towards the back seat. “What about them?”

Duncan was careful not to turn and look. “I think they’ll be fine. We’ll keep an ear out in case they change their minds and try to kill each other.”

Duncan lifted the lid on the center console compartment, reached his hand inside. Kenzi saw his fingers tapping a complex rhythm underneath the lip of the compartment, and the entire console compartment clicked and lifted an inch. Duncan pulled it up. Inside was a steel–lined box, filled with cash. Kenzi’s eyes goggled.

“You drive a bank vault around?” she said.

He gave a short chuckle, then looked grim. “Malcolm has no doubt seized as many of my assets as he can find. We don’t have time for me to sort through them. But it’s fine—I’ve stashed currency and gold here and there over the years as a precaution for emergencies.”

“Like buying me clothes.” She leaned over the cash–filled compartment and kissed his cheek.

“That’s emergency number one.” He let his hand trail down her spine, and across the soft curve of her bottom, gave her a soft pat that nevertheless made her jump.

Duncan gathered up what Kenzi thought was an absurd amount of cash just for clothing, and stuffed it into the pocket of his jeans. The two of them got out of the car and kept to the shade as they crossed the sidewalk towards the clothing shop.

It was strange, being among regular humans again. Until that moment, Kenzi hadn’t realized how long it had been—was it in Maine, with Otis and his son, that she had last shared space with mortals?

And certainly it had been prior to her newly–awakened craving to feed on warm, living beings. Crossing the sidewalk, dodging pedestrians going about their day, was more difficult than a child passing a chocolate shop without demanding to go in.

Her nostrils flared without her thinking about it, taking in all that delicious warm blood aroma.

“Steady, little one,” Duncan said. He took her hand and squeezed it. She encircled his first two fingers with her small hand and clung to him, drawing her strength from his seemingly endless willpower.

“You asked me earlier if I’d mind giving up being… what we are,” she whispered to him. “More than ever, I want this craving to stop. I can’t stand it!”

“We’ll do whatever we need to do to get there,” he promised her, leading her into the clothing boutique.

Once inside the quiet shop, Kenzi relaxed a little. Only one other female patron was browsing the racks of clothing, and the twenty–something sales clerk sat on a chair behind the counter, reading on her phone. Though both humans smelled yummy, it was less overwhelming than the dozens of people she’d scented outside the shop.

Then Kenzi noticed something as Duncan closed the door behind them: both women came to attention like someone had clapped their hands. The clerk looked up from her reading, and the other shopper froze with a sports bra in her hand. Both women locked their eyes on Duncan.

Kenzi realized she had never seen him among human females, and had never pondered the effect he might have on them. The looks the women were giving him were far more intense than a female might normally give a handsome, muscular man.

Kenzi turned partly away from the women and murmured, “They’re staring at you.”

Duncan looked at her, then around the shop. “Oh. Right. That happens.” He lowered his voice. “It’s a male sith pheromone thing. Makes being a predator that much easier.”

Kenzi could hear the women’s pulses speeding up, see their pupils dilating. Her nostrils flared, and this time not from the scent of blood.

“Umm, we should probably do this quickly, and go,” Kenzi said, sliding her arm through his and pulling herself close to him.

He put his hand atop hers. “You don’t need to rush, sweetness. It will take James awhile to arrive with his delivery. Take your time.”

Oh yeah, right. With another look at the two women, who were all but drooling as they eyed Duncan, Kenzi went to the first rack she came to and started pulling hangers off, tossing the clothing items over her arm. She went to a second rack and did the same.

The clerk stood from behind the counter and came towards them. Her eyes stayed on Duncan the entire time, even when she stood in front of them and asked, “How may I help you today?”

“You may—” Even when Kenzi spoke, the woman didn’t pull her eyes from Duncan, who was looking absently at the array of athletic wear, seemingly unaware of the attention he was receiving. Kenzi stood directly in front of Duncan, between his towering bulk and the salivating clerk.

“Yes, you may help,” Kenzi said, shoving the armload of clothing at the girl. “I’d like to try these on.”

“What?” the clerk said, pulling her eyes from Duncan with obvious reluctance, to more or less focus on Kenzi. “Oh, yes, of course, ma’am. I’ll take these to the fitting room.” Her gaze drifted back to Duncan, and she moved a step closer to him, her chest rising as she breathed him in. “Will there be anything else, sir? I mean, ma’am?”

Ma’am? Kenzi looked younger than even this little slip of a thing. And certainly a lot meaner, if the trollop kept eyeing Duncan the way she was.

Now the other patron came over. “I could use some help, too,” she said, talking to the clerk but looking at Duncan.

This was getting ridiculous. Neither the clerk nor the other customer had even noticed that Kenzi was barefoot, and clad only in a man’s shirt with a belt around the waist. It was Sebastopol, after all, but still. In another minute the two harpies would be crawling all over him, and Kenzi didn’t trust herself not to flick one or both of them across the little shop. And Duncan was apparently oblivious to the whole thing as he looked at a rack of yoga pants. He pulled out two pair, one in royal purple, the other emerald green.

“Like your eyes,” he smiled as he handed the green ones to her.

She checked the tag—the sweet man had handed her size six—switched them for the same colors in her size, faced back towards Duncan. She’d turned her back for ten seconds, and the two overheated women had moved even closer to him. And he was looking at tops now, still unaware that he was the center of attention. She had to get him away from them before someone ended up bloody.

“Duncan, will you help me?” Kenzi said, taking the armload of clothing back from the clerk, who had made no move towards the fitting room.

“Of course, sweetness,” he said, plucking the bundle from her.

In his massive arms, her selection of garb looked tiny, an observation not lost on the other two women either.

“That’s okay,” Kenzi said to the clerk. “He’ll help me.”

“Are you sure?” the clerk said, turning a little sidelong to Duncan and— Good heavens, was she thrusting her rear towards him?

Kenzi grabbed Duncan’s hand. “Yes, it’s fine. Why don’t you help this nice woman here?”

“I’d rather help you,” the clerk said, not even pretending to look at Kenzi this time.

Okay, that was enough! Kenzi knew Duncan’s feelings on the matter, but desperate times. “You help this woman,” Kenzi said, the music of the Binding creeping into her voice. “Now. Be off with you.”

The girl shifted her gaze to Kenzi, who had tried to keep the darkness from tinting her eyes. She didn’t think she’d been entirely successful, because the clerk shrank back a little as her eyes widened. But still she didn’t move from Duncan’s right side, and the other woman flanked his left side.

Criminy! What kind of spell was Duncan casting here, that even her Binding couldn’t punch through?

He had frowned down at her when he heard the melody in her voice.

Don’t you dare look at me like that! Don’t you see what you’re doing to these women?

I… Oh. No, hadn’t noticed. Sorry, my darling. Hang on…

Duncan smiled at the two women on either side of him. “Ladies,” he said. “I am going to assist the love of my life with her fitting. You,” to the clerk, “help her,” the customer, “now.”

Both women came to attention like he’d slapped them, and with looks that reeked of disappointment, but still held hope, the clerk led the other woman to racks at the far end of the store.

“I apologize again, my sweet,” Duncan said to her, taking her hand in his free one. “I haven’t been around human females in some time.”

“I thought they were going to rape you!”

He laughed, a full male sound from deep in his belly that made Kenzi and the two women turn towards him. “Not a chance, darling. I only have nose for you,” he said, flaring his nostrils and breathing her in. “If anyone is to be taken advantage of here, it will be you.”

She held his gaze with her own, her emerald eyes sparkling. A moment longer, then she dropped her eyes. “I dare you,” she whispered.

His eyes went from that startling azure to midnight in an instant. He pulled her hand, towing her towards the rear of the shop.

His hand was so hot in hers that she thought she would light ablaze. Every cell in her body began tingling. What was he going to do?

Suzy Ayers: Where are you going next? What is your next project/book?

Corey Harper:   I’ve begun research on my next erotic paranormal romance trilogy, and expect to release the first book in that trilogy—and maybe the second—before the end of the year.

Author Stalker Links:

Website: http://coreyharperbooks.com/

Blog: http://coreyharperbooks.com/?page_id=28

Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Corey-Harper/e/B00JW0GUUS

Bio: I write erotic romance fiction, mostly paranormal, all with M/f D/s spice. (Spanking may be included.) And always with a HEA (Happily Ever After).

I write characters that lead with their hearts, think with their brains, and explore their passions with everything else.

And yes, I am a Dom.

To learn more about me, and why a man like me writes erotic romance stories, read my interview at Smashwords at:
https://www.smashwords.com/interview/CoreyHarperBooks

Suzy Ayers: What is something people aren’t likely to know about you?

Kayla Lords: That's a harder question than you might imagine. I'm a sex blogger who talks about masturbation and my BDSM relationship five to six days a week. Is there any mystery left? LOL. Ok, so let's see...my father died when I was 22, just weeks before I graduated college and got married (to my now ex-husband). One of the last things he told me was to keep working towards my goals. He knew he was dying, but I didn't – I thought he was worried he wouldn't be able to attend graduation and the wedding. (Denial is pretty powerful.) Three days before my wedding, I questioned whether I should get married at all. And I remembered what my father told me. I got married because I thought my father wanted me to – temporarily forgetting that my father detested him. Nine years later, I divorced my husband and became a sex-blogging, erotic-writing, lover of the BDSM lifestyle. Life is strange.

Suzy Ayers: A milestone or goal you hope to accomplish this year.

Kayla Lords: This year, I hope to devote more time to my writing. In 2013, when I first started publishing my writing, I could only manage a few hours of writing on the weekends. Now, I'm working from home and am mindfully and purposefully scheduling a couple of hours a day for writing. I want to publish another volume of adventures for Johnathan and Katie (The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl) in 2014 – hopefully before the end of summer.

Suzy Ayers: Who is a mentor or someone that you look up to/inspires you?

This is going to sound awful, but I'm one of those lone wolf kind of people. I don't seek out other people – I'm a total introvert who would probably be a hermit if not for my two children. I don't have a mentor or anyone that I look up to. That being said, I'm inspired by all writers – the great ones that get major publishing agreements and the not-so-great ones who love writing so much that they don't care what other people think. I'm pretty partial to independently published authors since I am one. Not for nothin', but it takes a pretty stiff backbone to believe enough in your story to write it, get it edited, figure out the cover art, and then market the hell out of it without any type of support other than an indulgent family or significant other.

xxxkisses and hugs to that girl!



Suzy Ayers: What is the biggest piece of advice you find that you give most often to aspiring writers?


Kayla Lords: We're all told to “just write” so I don't give that advice. Most of the advice I give centers around marketing since that's what I do for a day job. And the biggest piece of advice is twofold: 1) You don't have to be everywhere, and you can't unless you have a team of 10 working for you. As authors, we want to get our book in front of people, and most people think that means you have to sign up for every single website known to man. Wrong. Join a few (three tops), get good at them, build an audience, and then consider adding another. Or don't – if your audience is strong enough, and you're selling books, there's no need to kill yourself to build a new audience from scratch somewhere else. 2) Don't just sell to people. Whether it's Facebook or Twitter or wherever, people don't want to be sold to. Yes, you should post your purchase links, your cover art, an excerpt, whatever. But that's not all you should post. Authors should share other content that they come across. Support fellow authors. Recommend good books (other than your own). Talk about things that matter to you. Social media sites are...well...social. People want to interact with their friends and the people they follow. They want to know there's a real person on the other end. You'll be tuned out if all you do is sell, sell, sell.

Suzy Ayers: Tell us the book you’re excited to share with us...

Kayla Lords: The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl is the story of Johnathan, a Dominant and Katie, a submissive. Katie has been recovering from a broken heart for too long, and Johnathan falls hard for her. This first book focuses on how they meet. When I first started working on this book, I wanted each chapter to work as a standalone story – an adventure, if you will. But I got so carried away telling their story that until the last couple of chapters (when it gets really hot), it's best to read each story back-to-back. Oh, and I've got an excerpt for you!

Now that Olivia was settled safely in bed and the kitchen cleaned, thanks to Johnathan’s help, Katie wondered what could possibly happen next in this crazy day. She felt Johnathan’s hands in her hair and closed her eyes. Purring like a cat, Katie melted into his arms.

Johnathan smiled as he felt the tension drain away from Katie. Winding his fingers through her hair, he gripped the strands tight and pulled hard. Katie’s eyes flew open as she whimpered and squirmed. Holding firm, Johnathan leaned forward and kissed her lips softly.  Katie’s mouth opened slightly, her tongue darting out to taste his lips.

Johnathan growled as he felt Katie’s soft, pink tongue on his skin. He opened his mouth, deepening their kiss, wanting to consume her completely. His tongue lapped against Katie’s. His teeth nibbled her lips, sinking in. He loved hearing her moans of pleasure and pain. Finally, Johnathan pulled away, releasing her mouth, his hand still holding her hair.

“Look at me, Katie-girl,” ordered Johnathan. “Look at me, and hear my words.” When he was sure he had her complete attention, he continued. “I care for you more than I thought possible. I want you to be a part of my life. I want Olivia to be a part of my life. You make me happier than I’ve been in a long time. You are an amazing woman and mother.”

Katie’s eyes filled with tears. She tried to look away but Johnathan stopped her with a firm pull on her hair.

“Look at me, girl!” Johnathan’s voice took on a feral tone. “I want you as a woman and as a submissive. I will not deny my nature much longer. I also won’t force you to accept something you don’t want. But I think you want this as much as I do. If you do, tell me. We’ll go slow, but just fucking tell me.”

Johnathan pulled Katie close again, molding her body to his, releasing her hair and wrapping his arms around her body. He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. He loved the smell of her hair – rosemary and mint. The smell of her skin, a warm, earthy scent, made him rock hard. Katie slowly wound her arms around Johnathan, pulling him close. She trembled in his arms.

Suzy Ayers: Where are you going next? What is your next project/book?

Kayla Lords: I've got several projects in mind. As I mentioned earlier, I started work a few months ago on the next set of adventures for Johnathan and Katie. Last year, I started a nonfiction book about being a submissive. I will definitely finish that as soon as I can. I've got a couple of book ideas rattling around in my head. One will be menage and gay erotica – if I can get past the sex scenes in my head and figure out the plotline, LOL. The other is based on a historical figure from WWII that I read about one day. Apparently, in the midst of a war using heavy artillery and bombs, he went to every battle with a broadsword and wearing a kilt (and he survived!). I've decided he's a Dominant – and I'm going to tell his (mostly fictitious) story as soon as I can.

Author Links:

Website – http://kaylalords.com

Twitter – http://www.twitter.com/KaylaLords

Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/kayla.lords.1

Tumblr – http://a-sexual-being.tumblr.com

Amazon – http://amazon.com/author/kaylalords

Bio

I discovered my love of writing at age seven and my sexual fantasies long before I reached adulthood. Now instead of experiencing sexual daydreams, I write them down and publish them for others to enjoy.

I write BDSM-themed erotica with a focus on dominance and submission (D/s). I not only want to turn my readers on, but I want them to realize that D/s is more than just a kink and isn't scary or degrading.

An avid blogger, tweeter, and talker, I love interacting with my readers as much as possible!