Learning The Hard Way by Bridget Midway

Learning The Hard Way
Bridget Midway

Genre: BDSM, Interracial, Contemporary

Publisher: ARe Books

Date of Publication: December 1, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-943576-46-3

ASIN: TBA

Word Count: 34,000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Book Description:

Learning new things can be exciting.

After a humiliating breakup with a former student, the last thing Professor Ava Kushnell wants to think about is dating again. Deciding to focus on the department head position up for grabs, she’s confident she can stay the course...until she meets one of her new students.

Troy Whitten is starting to feel old, outdated, and out of touch until he sees a sexy African-American woman dancing around in the office of one of his professors. Fresh from a breakup, he asks out this smoking hot, intelligent woman. Too bad she has a rule against dating her students, and as an ethics professor, he knows she's going to stick to her guns.

Since he can't get the woman of his dreams, Troy does a friend a favor and covers his position at an escort service, but he certainly won't take it to a physical level. That is, until he discovers Ava is his first client. When sparks fly and lines are crossed, will Ava go with her head or her heart, using ethics as her guide?

Excerpt:

Ava said nothing as she searched for their limousine. Once she located it, she stomped to it. Watching her, Troy waited to see if a heel on her pumps would snap off at any moment. He also simply enjoyed watching her tight frame sway back and forth.

She pounded on the driver side window, waking up the poor driver and probably giving the man the start of a heart attack. The driver powered down the window.

As soon as he got it low enough, Ava said, “I’m ready to go.”

“No, she isn’t.” Troy held her arm and turned her around.

As hard as he tried not to let his inner Dominant come out, she forced his hand. As soon as he saw her storming away from him, a switch turned on in his head. He needed to take control of this situation. The way Ava looked, she wanted him to manage her, steer her in the right direction.

“Listen to me.” He crouched down and got in her face. “The way you show strength is by not backing down when a challenge hits you. Fight back.” He turned to the slow-blinking driver who looked like he wanted to go back to sleep. “We’ll be back later tonight.” He took Ava’s hand. “We’re going back into that party.”

“Why? I don’t need to—”

“Yes, you do.” It didn’t matter what Ava said at the end of her sentence. Troy knew she needed to be strong. He squeezed her hand. “Are you right or left-handed?”

“Right.”

As soon as she answered, he released her hand. “Come around to this side.”

Ava paused before moving to his right side. When she did, he held her left hand.

“I’ll hold your hand throughout dinner. When you need to talk, I’ll make circles in your palm like this.” He swirled the tip of his index finger over her smooth hand. “When it’s appropriate for you to remain silent, I’ll give you a slight squeeze like this.” He compressed her hand. “I say when we leave, understood?”

She stared at him. He thought for sure that she would have run away from him, from the situation again. It shouldn’t have surprised him when she nodded. His instincts in spotting someone with accommodating tendencies hadn’t been off.

He headed back to the building. When he noticed Ava slowing her stride, he stopped. “No.” Troy shook his head. “You always walk next to me. Never behind me.”

“Yes, um, yes.” She nodded again.

Like in any new relationship, vanilla or otherwise, names had to be established. “Call me Troy. I want you to use my name at least five times tonight, understand?”

“I know your name.” Even in the hot summer night, Ava trembled.

Whether her reaction had stemmed from fear or excitement, he didn’t care. She reacted.

“I know you know it. I want you to say it.” He held up his hand and splayed his fingers. “Five times.”

“If I don’t?” She swallowed hard.

Good. She wanted to play. She wanted to test boundaries. Always a good sign of a willing submissive.

“I will give you the deepest, hottest, wettest kiss you’ve ever had.” He wanted to do that regardless of his forced restrictions on her.

He knew her uptight nature wouldn’t allow for her to be that brazen.

“Understood. Let’s go.” She marched toward the event hall.

About the Author:

Bridget Midway, best-selling author of interracial BDSM erotic romance, has been published since 2005 with over five different small press and electronic publishers including Phaze Books, Parker Publishing, Loose Id, Xcite Books, and Liquid Silver Books. The multi-award winning and award-nominated author has found her niche with readers with her scintillating interracial BDSM erotic romance, including the EPPIE Award finalist, Love My Way, and Romance Slam Jam Steamy Novel of the Year finalists, Corporate Needs and Licorice Whips. With over 20 published short stories, novellas, and novels under her belt, she shows no signs of stopping.

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Window Dressing by Sean Michael

Window Dressing

Sean Michael

Genre: Gay, BDSM, Contemporary

Publisher: ARe Books

Date of Publication: December 1, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-943576-55-5

ASIN: TBA

Word Count: 18,900

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Book Description:

Will Finn and Jared recapture what they lost in time for Christmas?

Finnegan Gables moved away six years ago, leaving behind his friends, the city he grew up in, and his lover, Jared McNaughtly. They weren’t ready for a commitment then, but now Finn’s back and hoping to rekindle their Dom and sub relationship…if he can find Jared, that is.

Jared’s not had an easy time of it since Finn left. His one attempt at staying in the lifestyle resulted in a stalker, forcing him to change all his contact information and move to a new apartment. He’s disillusioned enough to have left the lifestyle altogether.

A chance crossing of their paths bring them together the week before Christmas. Can they move past their separation and everything that’s happened in the last six years to find a Merry Christmas together?

Excerpt:

Finn headed up Bank Street, bypassing the leather club in his search for someplace to have supper. He wasn’t sure he was going to go into the club later. He’d been back in town about six weeks, and while he’d played a little, he just wasn’t feeling it. He knew what the problem was. When he’d been transferred, he’d been hoping to find Jared McNaughtly, his ex and former submissive.

They’d split up nearly six years ago when Finn had moved to Toronto with his job. Neither of them had really been in a place for Jared to come with him, but Finn had to admit, every man he met wound up stacking up unfavorably with the memory of his ex. There was simply something about Jared that was right, that fit, that worked for him like no one else ever had, before or since.

He’d looked Jared up the second day he was back, but the number he had was no longer in service. A search of the online phonebook had turned up exactly nothing. Not that it wasn’t easy to pay to have your information kept off the online phone book, but he’d been hoping hard he’d find it there.

He pushed his fingers deeper into his pockets, cursing himself for believing the meteorologist. No snow and well above zero Celsius had somehow become a growing snowfall that was trying to work itself into a blizzard with frigid winds and below freezing temps.

Welcome home, Finnegan Gables, welcome home.

He glanced at After Stonewall, the LGBTQ bookstore, a staple long before he’d even come out. He remembered they had the neatest window displays, and he was curious to see what they’d done for Christmas this year.

One window was a huge tree, done up in rainbows and sparkles. The light twinkled so fast, it made him dazed. That was awesome. He stood in front of it for a while, enjoying the feeling of being vaguely high on the lights before moving to the window on the other side of the door.

This one had a Christmas angel in it, a beautiful man with high cheekbones and a shock of ebony hair. He was dressed in creamy gauze, with maroon ribbons on his wrists and throat and ankles. He was stunning, and Finn admired him for a long moment.

The angel reminded him of his Jared, and Finn smiled. Then his eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. The angel didn’t just look like Jared, it was Jared.

“Good lord.” He was surprised enough to say the words out loud.

When they’d parted ways, Jared was making his living as a model, as a living mannequin. Looked like that perfect hard body was still in demand and looking better than ever, at that.

Finn licked his lips, wondering if Jared had noticed him. He wanted to wave. Hell, he wanted to go in and find out when that fine ass clocked off so he could take it to dinner. That sounded like a plan, so he headed inside, hoping to get a chance to talk, to touch. From the other side, he could see the perfect ass, the corseted waist. God.

“You are as stunning as the day I first laid eyes on you, J.”

Finn saw the deep breath Jared took, knew Jared heard him. Good.

“I’m going to find out when you come out of the window this evening. And I’m going to be here, take you out to supper. Boy.”

The warm blush that suffused his former and hopefully soon-to-be-again lover suited him to the core. It looked like Jared still had feelings for him. Or at least was still attracted. Finn could work with that.

“If you weren’t working, I’d smack that sweet ass of yours—give you a proper hello.”

Jared needed a pink ass, deserved it. And it would peek so enticingly from beneath all that gauze he wore in the window.

Finn smiled as he approached the cash area. He got a quick grin and a nod from the clerk behind the register.

“Hey there. How goes it?”

“Hi. I’m meeting Jared for supper. Could you remind me what time he comes out of the window this evening, please?” Finn asked.

“He’s almost done. He can only stand for about an hour at a time. That pose is vicious.”

“Oh, in that case, I’ll just wait. Thank you very much.”

His gaze returned to Jared. Vicious, maybe, but stunning for sure. And the Jared he knew had been on the way to being a powerful sub. It didn’t surprise him at all to hear that Jared was holding demanding positions for an hour or so.

All he could hope was that he still had a shot to reconnect. If Jared was already taken, it would be a damn shame. Oh, not for Jared, Finn would be happy for the man, but they’d been on their way to having something special. He’d never found that with anyone else.

About the Author:

Sean Michael, often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the Kama Sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to "Chicago."

A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.

Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

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Melted and Whipped by Cleo Peitsche

Melted and Whipped

Cleo Peitsche

Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic Romance

Publisher: ARe Books

Date of Publication: December 1, 2015

ISBN: 978-1-943576-47-0

ASIN: TBA

Word Count: 28,000

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Book Description:

She’ll need more than a safe word to survive Porter Loughton.

Too broke to fly home for the holidays, ski instructor Emily is stuck on the slopes, giving lessons to the rich and the privileged. She doesn’t expect to see Porter Loughton, a former friend who broke her heart in college, ten years later and half a continent away. The mesmerizing billionaire suggests dinner, and Emily soon discovers how it feels to be bent across his knee, to be dominated by him. Their chemistry is hotter than in her dirtiest fantasies.

Emily knows it would be foolish to let him get too close after what happened before. She’s broke, her career nonexistent. The last thing she needs is to be in love with a man who doesn’t feel the same way. But when she receives distressing news, Porter is there to soothe her, and he won’t leave her side. Soon she has no control over her feelings.

Excerpt:

I’m so stunned that I don’t even realize what’s happening at first, but then Porter’s tongue traces the closed seam of my mouth.

My lips soften, opening to him.

In response, his large palms cup my face even tighter, and his body rocks a little, inching closer.

A moan of longing rises in my throat. Embarrassed, I try to pull away.

Porter releases me. “Are you okay?”

All I can do is nod.

“Good.” He steps in close. His warm breath caresses my lips. “Because I’ve been thinking about doing this ever since…” He shakes his head and the next thing I know, his tongue is sliding over mine.

He tastes like the wine. Strong. Powerful. I’ll never be able to drink red wine again without remembering this, without getting turned on.

Because I am turned on. Pulsing heat throbs in my core, and I feel my pussy getting slick with desire.

I’m about to reach for him, to finally feel his perfect body under my fingertips, when he breaks our kiss.

Eyes closed like he’s savoring the moment, he continues to hold my face, then brushes his lips over mine, which are throbbing like the rest of my body. They feel swollen, lightly bruised.

“I think dinner is ready.” His voice is husky and raw.

Dinner is the last thing on my mind, but I think it would be rude to suggest we skip it in favor of doing more of the kissing thing.

When he releases me and turns his attention to the pan on the stove, I flee to my glass of wine. I don’t bother with the polite dance of asking if I can have more; it’s not like he’s going to say no.

I fill my glass and take a long swallow. Heaven help me—the wine tastes like his kiss.

“Can you carry these?” He slides two plates, two red cloth napkins, and two sets of silverware onto the counter. “It’ll save me a trip. This way.”

I follow him out the open side of the kitchen, toward the window. We enter a dining room with a table long enough to comfortably seat the entire U.S. Olympic alpine ski team.

A fancy centerpiece of candlesticks surrounded by holly adorns the end closest to us. Porter lays down two red cloth placemats and a trivet, on which he places a glass bowl of stir-fry.

I begin to distribute the place settings while Porter returns to the kitchen. He makes about six trips in all, and even though he tells me to sit, I hover uncomfortably to the side, my mind still buzzing from that kiss. Why did he do it?

The answer seems obvious: because he wanted to.

He’s not the same as he was in college. He’s even more self-assured, which I hadn’t thought was possible. It makes me unsure of myself, like there’s a predetermined amount of confidence that can exist between two people, and Porter has taken it all.

I learned a lot about men through my twenties, and while a big part of me only wants to know what Porter is like in bed, another part of me already knows I’ll be disappointed with just a one-night fling.

After all these years, it’s possible that the fantasy is better than the reality could ever be. I never thought of it in these terms before, but Porter is the perfect man in my memory, an unattainable ideal that no one could possibly live up to. What if he’s bad in bed? What if he’s a selfish lover?

Worse, what if he’s amazing, but then he disappears? He’s successful, rich, powerful. It’s insane to think his interest in me is anything more but casual. Really, with so many tourists in town with their families, and so many of the transplanted locals out of town, it’s not like there’s much choice for a man looking for fun between the sheets.

The wine isn’t helping me sort through my jumbled thoughts. As soon as I reassure myself on one front, the assault starts again from another angle.

If only this weren’t Porter, but some other gorgeous millionaire. No, billionaire. He was already a multimillionaire before college, thanks to the family fortune.

I snort. There aren’t many gorgeous billionaires to be found, and why can’t I enjoy the evening? I wish I weren’t buzzed.

About the Author:

If Cleo Peitsche isn't writing (or reading) erotica, she's probably sitting on her balcony, watching the wind blow through the trees. She loves horses, snowstorms, and piña coladas. If she won the lottery, she would hire an assistant to take care of the technical side of e-publishing so that she could write all day.

Some random facts about Cleo: 1. Thinks life's too short to forgo HEAs and HFNs; 2. Sprained an ankle joining the mile-high club. (Never again!); 3. Favorite writers include Cormac McCarthy, Junot Diaz, and Rachel Caine.; 4. Gets weak-kneed for bookish guys who know how to fix things with their hands. *swoons*

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Touch of Class by Leigh Ellwood

Touch of Class

Class in Session

Book 3

Leigh Ellwood

Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

Publisher: ARe Books

Date of Publication:  12/1/15

ISBN: 978-1-943576-48-7

ASIN: TBA

Number of pages: TBA

Word Count: 15,600

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Book Description:

This standup comedian takes kink seriously.

Maeve Kramer wants to explore her submissive side. After months of communicating with Master Q on an online site for kinksters, she's ready for her first play session with him. Love isn't on the table, just safe, sane, and consensual fun.

Jimmy Quinlan, JQ to friends, is ready for a break after a series of standup gigs. His agent wants him to audition tonight for a regional tour sponsored by an up and coming brewery, which happens to employ the sub he's meeting.

A tour could mean fame for JQ, but less time in the BDSM clubs. Maeve lives to serve and JQ lives for laughter. Can both have their kink and enjoy it, too?

Excerpt:

Maeve woke from her daydream to find the person ahead of her had stepped away from the reception desk. Behind the polished mahogany sat a young woman with a dark page cut, eyes done up in smoky shadow, and several tiny metal hoops piercing the outer shell of her right ear. Her pale makeup gave her the look of somebody more at home escorting tourists into the Haunted Mansion. Maybe that was the woman’s day job.

“I-I’m sorry. Saffron,” she said, and automatically fished for her driver’s license. No, you don’t need that, she scolded herself and ceased fidgeting. She didn’t want to look like a complete newb.

The receptionist consulted a tablet, swiping down a list. Maeve took a moment to inspect her understated surroundings. The color scheme of soft reds and browns gave the small lobby an intimate feel, like she’d entered an elegant supper club instead of a place where people explored kinky fantasies.

She’d researched other BDSM spaces online, organizations and venues not as exclusive as The Scene. Some resembled stark gymnasiums with different stations set up for various pleasures, and heavy mats on the floor for protection. Others looked like dance clubs with tricked out light displays and center stages for grand performances.

Maeve told Master Q how exhibitionism intrigued her, but having a man spank her in front of hundreds of people left her cold. She considered clarifying a few things with him when the receptionist addressed her again.

“Yes, I have your name here, Saffron. Welcome,” she said and took Maeve’s pass. “You are expected in the Celosia Room.” She reached under the desk, presumably to press a button because seconds later a buzz sounded and the deadbolt in the door behind her gave. “You’ll go immediately to your right and Aaron will escort you the rest of the way. Enjoy your visit.”

“Thank you.” How…clinical. This seemed more like she was going in for a dental appointment. Well, maybe somewhere in this mysterious kink palace one could engage in a bit of pain play dressed as a hygienist. The thought might get her through an actual dentist visit with some amusement.

Aaron—short, mute, naked but for a spiked collar and a pair of tight leather short-shorts—met her at the end of the hallway. She followed him past doors labeled for flower names: Periwinkle, Iris, Daylily, and finally Celosia. All found in Central Florida, if she remembered her local history. She thought to ask Aaron the reasoning behind the names, but he put a finger to his lips when he opened her mouth.

Does that mean I should be quiet, or that he can’t speak? So much to learn about this lifestyle.

The Celosia room appeared as Master Q had described it in his note. The mirror on the opposite wall took up every inch, and Maeve guessed voyeurs had access to the room on the other side. How many people stood or sat there now, watching her take in a BDSM room for the first time? Not hundreds, she knew. The building was only so big. Maybe somebody clucked with sympathy, thinking her a frightened mouse.

You will not touch anything.

She clutched her bag and looked around. The St. Andrew’s cross loomed to her left, the sofa to her right. Above her head, two thick chains bolted in the ceiling hung down to support a vertical pipe. It appeared one could adjust the height by moving the links on the hooks. Here, however, she could probably just reach the bar if she stood on tiptoe.

Aha. Master Q had asked her height not long ago.

Aaron cleared his throat. She whirled around and he gestured to the only table in the room, situated at the corner.

Fold your clothes neatly and place everything on the corner table near the mirrored wall…

Once alone…

She wouldn’t mess up tonight. For all she knew, Master Q watched from the other side, waiting to see if she slipped.

Aaron next pointed to a buzzer on the wall near the door. Maeve understood it as a panic button, but if Master Q fastened her to something she wouldn’t know how to get to it. She nodded anyway, and the young man offered her a smile before leaving.

Once alone, you will undress until you’re wearing only a black thong.

“I can do this,” she muttered, and cringed. Well, he hadn’t said anything about not talking before she got into position, so she felt safe in that regard. She stepped up to the table and undressed quickly. The shoes came off first, but as she finished the task she asked herself if the shoes remained on the floor or on the table with the rest of her clothing. She didn’t want to scuff the surface…and did shoes count?

Ugh. Details. She was supposed to enjoy this experience. Finally she laid her folded attire on the table, the shoes on top, then her purse. Try and fault me for this.

“Damn, it got cold.” Interesting how the temperature dropped right as she stepped away from the table, clad only in her wispy G-string. She longed to rub some heat back into her arms but she remembered the directive not to touch herself. She’d assumed that meant she couldn’t fondle her breasts or try to rub one out while she waited. Nope. Not taking chances. It wouldn’t surprise her to learn somebody peeping on the other side of the mirrored wall adjusted the AC as she stripped.

The cooling air caressed her cheeks as she walked, the thin crotch of her thong rubbing in a taunting way. She clenched to keep from going mad.

…then position yourself on the strip of red tape on the floor, facing the door.

Easy. Or maybe…

About the Author:

Leigh Ellwood writes erotica and romance in a variety of genres and pairings. She is a two-time finalist for the Gold Crown Literary Society Award and an EPIC Award finalist and winner.

When Leigh isn't writing, she reads. She enjoys all genres, especially historical fiction.

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Owned by Jaymie Holland

Owned

Tattoos and Leather

Jaymie Holland

Genre: Contemporary, BDSM, Menage (MFM)

Publisher: ARe Books

Date of Publication: 12/1/15

ISBN: 978-1-943576-50-0

ASIN: TBA

Number of pages: TBA

Word Count: 37,600

Cover Artist: Erin Dameron-Hill

Book Description:

It takes two Doms to heal one submissive’s heart.

After a bad experience with two Doms, Angel left the Lifestyle behind, but it didn’t completely leave her. The discovery of her roommate’s kinky predilections reminds her how much she misses the thrill and excitement of the power exchange, more so when she receives an invitation to an exclusive BDSM club.

Morgan and Asher like to keep their professional and personal lives separate; few people know of their activities at Decadence, a club for the kinky elite. From the moment they meet the intriguing and irresistible Angel, they are determined to possess her and show her pleasure like she’s never known before.

Aware of her history, Morgan and Asher intend to help Angel trust again, and show her that submitting to two trustworthy Doms can help heal her past. Angel may be willing to give her new Masters her body for play, but what about her heart?

Excerpt:

Asher pulled on a pair of snug leather pants as he thought about the brunette with the sage-green eyes who was as gorgeous as her namesake. Yes, Angel was beautiful in many ways.

Faith had spoken with Terry earlier that morning about Angel. Terry was the third member of the partnership that owned Decadence and the front man who ran the place. Faith had called to vouch for Angel even though Terry had already met her.

Terry was also a member of Spirits, although he most often went when Asher and Morgan weren’t there because their hours were different. However, even if the three were at the gentlemen’s club at the same time, Terry never joined Asher and Morgan because the trio needed to avoid any public affiliation due to the anonymity factor.

The fact Asher and Morgan were well-known executives in the music industry, and owned a studio, made it necessary to keep their BDSM activities private.

Music had been a part of their lives since the three were young and wild. Back in high school and college, Asher, Morgan, and Terry had been known to party to all hours, indulge in creative sexual activities, and were utterly unrepentant in whatever they did.

Sometimes Asher missed those times, but his days were rich and fulfilled and he couldn’t complain one damned bit—with one exception. All that was missing was the perfect woman to complete his life.

Whenever they had a chance, Asher and Morgan lounged with Terry in his office while they drank good Scotch and talked about music, politics, and women. Especially women. Terry knew from those conversations Asher was attracted to Angel, and it was clear Morgan was too. The stubborn ass just didn’t want to admit it.

Considering his own desire for Angel, Asher wasn’t sure why he wanted Morgan to acknowledge his interest in her. After what Morgan had been through, he needed a good woman. Asher was certain that’s exactly what Angel was—a good woman. His own feelings about her had him at war with himself.

Morgan… After what Dani had done to him…

The bitch had changed him with what she’d done. Dani had not only used him to climb the music business ladder, but she had fucked one of their best friends from college.

Morgan had been in love with her, and the way she’d used him and screwed the so-called friend, had really done a number on his view of the world.

He’d grown angry and cynical since then. It hadn’t just been Dani. It had also been the betrayal of their former friend.

Yes, Morgan needed to heal.

Asher wanted a woman he’d love and grow old with one day.

Whose need was more important?

It was equal in Asher’s mind.

Her warm heart, compassion, humor, intelligence—everything they’d gotten to know of her and about her. And just the fact that Asher felt it. His senses told him over and over, She’s the one.

He contained the competiveness naturally growing inside him. Yes, he and Morgan both needed Angel. He knew deep in his gut she could fill holes in both their lives that no one else could.

Was sharing the solution?

About the Author:

Cheyenne McCray, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, writes her steamiest novels as Jaymie Holland. Her books have received multiple awards, including three “RT Book Review Magazine’s Reviewer’s choice” awards and three nominations. Cheyenne has over 60 published novels and over 35 novellas in several genres. She’d love to hear from you!

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