A Look Inside -> Dark & Dirty: A Dark Erotic Fantasy Anthology by Lea Bronsen, D.C. Stone, Kastil Eavenshade, and R. Brennan

Posted on February 6, 2017 by S.J. Maylee

Dark and Dirty

Four dangerously dark and delicious stories that will awaken your dirtiest fantasies.

Introduction by USA Today bestselling author Jenika Snow.

NOT ONE NIGHT by D.C. Stone:

One night of pleasure isn’t worth losing a lifetime of friendship. Or a reputation. Or a career. A spot in the social standing. That irritating innocence. Or the always-so-present pride.

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But it is worth losing her heart.

REDEEMER by Kastil Eavenshade:

His family has the wealth and power to give him anything … except approval.

Gianni Bencivenni marks his time in lines of cocaine. One lover is the same as the next within the walls of addiction—until his family puts a contract out on his life. On the run with the last man he wants to be in close quarters with, Gianni has to decide whether his yearning for acceptance and love can overpower his need for a drug-filled haze.

Johnny “Butcher” Mascagni marks the black sins he commits. Death is his profession and ghosts of the dead haunt his waking moments. His penance for the dark life he’s led. Through all the men who have shared his bed, love is a promise that eludes him. When a former lover becomes his last assignment, Butcher must decide if he can set his demons free and open his heart again.

SLICK by Lea Bronsen:

Ex-convict Luke has been fortunate enough to land a small job as a kitchen assistant, but he’s lonely and crippled by baggage from the past.

CEO Roman Spencer also has his share of problems. It doesn’t help that a tough and hot-headed kitchen worker begins to plague his mind…and body.

The more Luke runs into Roman, the more his dark fantasy turns into attraction. If he surrenders, his thug pride will effectively go down the drain.

ADDICTIONS by R. Brennan:

Alexis Harrison is a mess. She’s managed to blow out her knee, lose her scholarship, and get hooked on pain killers. Now she’s playing mule to her dealer, who is her only friend, to support her ever increasing habit.

If something doesn’t change soon, her addiction is going to cost Lexi more than just everything.

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ABOUT THE AUTHORS

D.C. “Desi” Stone is a best-selling romance author and full-time fraud investigator. She lives in California with her incredibly supporting husband, two kids, and the ever-growing family of cats. After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of financial crimes and became a lead investigator for many years. Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance is one of her favorite past times. She soon after discovered her own love for writing and recreating stories and characters in her head. Her writing concentrates on romantic with specifics in paranormal, suspense, and erotica. Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head.

Find her on D.C.Stone.com

Kastil Eavenshade is a multi-published author pandering her romantic shenanigans. When not catering to the whims of three rescued kitties, she’s dreaming up her next heart-beating tale. No period in history—past, present, or future—is safe from the clutches of her muse. Her passions beyond writing are drawing, cooking, and watching Pittsburgh Penguins hockey. She credits her parents for her free spirit as they’ve always supported her in every aspect of her life. Without them, she wouldn’t be here. She finds pleasure in writing anything from fantasy to romance-which sometimes parallel each other.

Find her on Kastil.com

Award-winning author Lea Bronsen likes her reads hot, fast, and edgy, and strives to give her own stories the same intensity. After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with her debut novel Wild Hearted, she divides her writing time between psychological thriller, romantic suspense, and erotic dark/contemporary romance.

Find her on LeaBronsen.com

Brennan is a subbie brat with a bitch streak, an IT geek for the state of New York, and reformed gaming addict living in the rolling hills of Upstate NY. (You know, where it takes a ten minute drive to buy a gallon of milk, and the smell of cows lingers on the breeze.)

Find her on BexBookNook.com

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Have you read Lea Bronsen’s latest release, the erotic romance short story Play with Me?

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Exchange student Myra runs to get away from the heavy class load. When she lands in a male dominated world – a rugby practice in South Wales – and asks to play with the team, she has to prove she’s qualified, in more ways than one.

Inside Look with Kastil Eavenshade author of Rumpled Between the Sheets

Posted on March 30, 2015 by S.J. Maylee

Everyone has a spark of inspiration for their stories. For Rumpled Between the Sheets, one of mine was binge watching Project Runaway. Rawr. While I’m a jean and t-shirt gal, I love the creation of new clothes and have, in my time, made costumes. A little part of me giggles when the designers get all catty. Another part grins like mad when they show camaraderie, even at the expense of their valuable time. Let’s not discuss the reunion juiciness, shall we? Much like the show, I wanted to pit an up and coming designer with a more established one. A power struggle that has both characters breathless—in more ways than one.

Rumpled Between the Sheets

By Kastil Eavenshade

Published March 20, 2015 by Evernight Publishing

Some want to find love at all costs. Some believe there is a cost to find love.

Blurb:

When Mary Becken’s mother passes away, she takes over her exclusive tailoring business. Not satisfied with the fabrics available, she unearths her mother’s loom and creates a new textile by weaving thin strands of gold. Soon her small mountain town of Beowulf Hollow is swarming with new customers and invitations come pouring in for New York Press Week.

Benjamin Elstiltzkin is downright ruthless when it comes to his fashion business, and no small town upstart is going to dethrone him as king of the fashion world. When he hatches a plan to force Miss Becken to work for him exclusively, the one thing he doesn’t expect is the temptation she poses to his never-ending bachelorhood.

With a deadline looming to gather his collection, Benjamin might have met his match in more ways than one.

Excerpt:

Benjamin leaned against the elevator. His grimace pleased her. He obviously hated her choice of clothing.

“All the clothes I have for you and this is what you go with?” He flailed his fingers up and down her body.

“You’ll excuse me if I don’t believe fuck-me pumps like Ginger there is sporting are practical for being on your feet most of the day.”

He got closer to her. “You could always be on your back instead.”

“Uh, personal space?” She jabbed a finger into his stomach. Rock hard abs greeted her unpolished nail.

He backed off. “Of course.” The elevator opened. “After you.”

She rolled her eyes, a vain attempt not to fall for his arrogant charms. Mary hated men who were so forward. She’d been visually undressed by every man she came across in New York, and now here she was again with the same thing happening. Did it matter that he didn’t follow through on his innuendos? Or that he turned her legs to jelly when she locked onto his intense gray eyes?

They rode down in silence. She secretly snuck candid looks at him. His hand was in his pocket, making the jacket he wore ride up enough to reveal his taut buttocks. She feigned pushing her hair behind her ears when he glanced back. Ginger was her buffer. Without the woman riding along…

“Damn it,” she muttered. Benjamin should infuriate her yet the hum between her thighs craved his attention.

“A problem, Miss Becken?” Benjamin turned to her outburst.

She cleared her throat. “Nothing. I just remembered my favorite scissors are probably back at the shop.”

“I’m sure Miss Govern grabbed everything, per my direction.” He moved to the front of the elevator. “Welcome to your new workroom.”

The shiny metal doors parted and Mary had to contain her enthusiasm. While she loved her small workroom, Benjamin’s was ten times bigger than her whole shop. In the corner, looking drab against the white walls and tables, stood her favorite dress form. Her unfinished blue dress still adorned it.

“Miss Govern, large coffee and an egg salad sandwich on rye.” He snapped his fingers and shooed her with a flick of his wrist.

“And Miss Becken?”

“I’m not hungry, but some herbal tea would be great.” She picked through her fabrics, trying to ignore Benjamin.

“On your way, Miss Govern.”

Ginger paused, pursing her lips, before she hurried out of the room back to the elevator.

Mary snorted, not surprised by his crass behavior toward his employee. Maybe Ginger did mean to give him some competition. She walked past his highness and sat down in the corner area where the bulk of her materials were placed. On the table lay a hefty stack of papers. Her contract.

Leafing through the pages, she stifled a laugh. “You can’t be serious. Fifty pages?” She pushed it away.

“Well, we could come to some other agreement.” He sat on the edge of the table, clasping his hands together.

“Yeah. You could design your own collection and I could do mine and may the best person win.” She crossed her arms.

“If your fashion sense is anything like how you’ve dressed today, you haven’t a prayer without my guidance.”

“Well, they’re your designs, so obviously you don’t know how to make a cohesive collection.” She plucked at the top. “Tacky.”

“Have it your way.” He dug in his jacket and pulled out a check, placing in front of her. “For the materials you handmade for my use and enough for a ticket home.”

“I didn’t make this for you.” She ripped up the check, throwing the confetti in his face. “I made it for me.”

“Did I mention a sizeable sum has already gone into your bank account back in Bumfuck Hollow?” He shoved the contract her way. “I suggest you sit that pretty little ass of yours down and get reading. You do know how to read, right?”

“Fuck you, you arrogant bastard.”

He rounded on her and grabbed her by the waist. Her bottom hit the table and he positioned himself between her legs. “Is that what you want?”

“Wh-what?” She gasped as he bent her back, his body pressed against her. His hardness nestled between her legs and his hot breath teased her earlobe.

“I am willing to change the contract, Miss Becken, if you wish to be paid in another way.” He pushed her closer to his hard on. “You keep saying those words and that has me wondering something. What if I was to clip the buttons of this blouse off with my teeth one by one? Would you stop me or beg for me to continue?”

Beg. Definitely beg. “I—I—”

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Inside Look with Kastil Eavenshade author of Witches and Lycans

Posted on October 21, 2014 by S.J. Maylee

I have special treat for you today. Kastil Eavenshade is here with her latest release, from Evernight Publishing’s Naughty Fairy Tales line. She’s going to tell you how she pulled this story together. So much yum and wait to you read the exceprt she brought. Enjoy! 😀

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Thanks for helping me spread the word on my latest naughty release. This is more than naughty by title. I really ramped it up a notch with Witches & Lycans.

I traveled back in time to 1966 to base this story in a small town of Beowulf Hollow. Fictitious all the way, the town is nestled between mountains and the kind of place young lovers aspire to move out of. Enter Susan Gretel and John Hansel—Just a couple of swingers looking for one far out party before they go back to college. Except the soirée doesn’t go as planned. Along comes some bipedal werewolves, a mysterious man wielding flintlocks pistols, and a whole lot of chaos underneath the stars. Mix in some sexual awakening and you’ve got the makings of a hot story brimming with twists and turns. Ready for the ride?

Blurb:

John Hansel and Susan Gretel are spending their summer break back in Beowulf Hollow. Not that they have a choice, since their parents are footing the bill for college. With one year left until they get their degree, the couple decides to partake in one more swinger’s party outside of town, being held at a closed campground.

Susan’s got her eye on local bad boy David. A past partner, she knows what to expect from his lustful nature. That her boyfriend, John, gets a kick out of watching just makes it more enjoyable for her. But she finds out that David’s more than a sexual beast in the sack.

Armed with nothing but innate powers she never knew she possessed and her lover John, Susan’s got to fight back a threat bearing down on Beowulf Hollow. An evil that manifests every twenty-five years has come back again to lay waste to the sleepy little town in the backwoods of Pennsylvania. One that starts with a pair of grey eyes belonging to a man who knows every intimate inch of her flesh—David.

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Excerpt:

She reached the edge of the clearing and entered the forest. She’d skirt the outside and watch as the others mingled. The incense burning, while pleasant, was starting to fog her brain. Her fingertips danced along the bushes. Shivers ran down her spine as a cool breeze tickled her skin. A strong, possessive grip caught her from behind.

“Change your mind about Tim?” David licked her lobe.

“No.” She moaned as his hands slipped up her blouse and rested on her left breast.

“You think he’s going to be able to handle you like me? He’s just a pup.” He tweaked her nipple.

“Playing alpha dog again, David?” She chuckled before sucking in a deep breath as David’s other hand possessed her right breast. He’d always treated these swinger retreats like the men were a pack of wild animals that needed to be tamed. Only David could have a pick of the bitches like some odd commune. He watches too many macho movies and needs to be brought down to size.

Yet, her body never listened when she tried to control the situation.

“He’s watching this, you know. I told him I’d show him how a man handles a woman like you.” His tongue lapped at her throat.

“Tim?” She tried to take offense to his crass wording, but his hand traveled the length of her belly and shoved her skirt down. Fully exposed to the air, she couldn’t deny the moisture evident below. He swiped his thumb against it and hovered the digit in front of her. Her tongue darted out, tasting her sticky sweet arousal. His cock rubbed along the crack of her ass. She took his thumb into her mouth and sucked. Not only had he followed her into the woods, David had done it completely naked.

“No. I am the alpha dog.” He removed his thumb and stuck his middle finger between her moistened nether lips. “And you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”

Words wouldn’t form on her lips. All the times she’d had sex with David worked to his advantage. Each inch of her skin was known to him. He could never have her, but he owned her nonetheless.

“On your knees,” he demanded.

She dropped to his command, his thick length bobbing in front of her face. Hers to caress and manipulate, she wrapped her lips around the head. David thrust in, his hand fisted in her hair. With slow precision, he fucked her mouth. She cupped and massaged his balls, but he didn’t speed up. Her coaxing did not give her the upper hand as it had before. No, his plan was slow torture, hovering between teasing and full arousal. Another shadow fell over her.