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Custom necklace for Cassandra Carr contest

Custom necklace for Cassandra Carr contest

You can win this necklace or order your own custom creation

You can win this necklace or order your own custom creation

You can win this custom necklace

You can win this custom necklace

I was given the opportunity to make the grand prize for Cassandra Carr’s latest contest in celebration of the upcoming release of Momentum.  The third in her Bull Rider series.  Cassandra sent me an email and said…. can you come up with something? You can do whatever you want…..

….. that leaves a lot to the imagination when it comes to a conversation between Cassandra and myself.  The end result you see above.  Three silver charms with the covers of all three Bull Rider books with crystal beads of iridescent blue and dark amber with cute silver spacers on a silver tone chain.  And it can be yours…. for free.  Cassandra is giving it away on her facebook page in a contest that is pretty easy to enter.  All you have to do is send her a picture.  Yep.  Tag her or post a picture on her author fan page here….

What she is looking for is fans who have bought one of the previous books to post a picture of them with the book.  The physical book, the image of your laptop, the cover on your kindle or ereader.  Whatever the format it does not matter.  Just tag her in.   Full details are here on her event page.

So now that I am done this fabulous creation I am back hard at making bookthongs.  Yes the special offer for no minimum is still on until the end of the month but for those who really want some for the cons and don’t have the money in the bank yet (We are all feeling the holiday crunch and I understand) you can still take advantage of the offer.  Order them now, let me know when you want them and for a small deposit I can give you the same offer for delivery in the later winter or early spring.  I can also add custom charms to your thongs for a little bit more which will be dependant on how much it costs me to get the charms in stock.  I want to promote my craft and make enough to go to RT13 in Kansas City this year so I am willing to bend my own rules to make it happen.  Pass the word on to let anyone else know about the special offers.

And for those who might be interested in ordering a custom piece of jewelry for yourself please contact me and I will be more than happy to make something just as special for you.  Pricing for these custom pieces will be dependent on time to design and put together and cost of materials.

Now I have one more thing to add to this post.  To help my friend Cassandra with her promotion I am going to do a crossover along with her Bull Riders contest.  For everyone who comments on this post that they have entered a photo in Cassandra’s contest and posts the link along with their comment I will have a separate draw for a Cassandra Carr Bull Rider bookthong.  One thong with one of the three covers will be up for grabs.  So take your pictures, Tag Cassandra and come back here to show me that you are a Bull Rider fan as well!


To Challenge the Earl of Cravenswood by Bronwen Evans

Henry St. Giles, Earl of Cravenswood had watched as his two best friends and notorious rakes started their new lives besotted with their wives. Despite his reluctant acceptance to take on his brothers’ obligations he gives in to their taunts and accepts their challenge to find a soulmate or marry his beguiling neighbor.  He is happy with the bet until he meets a stranger in the garden and their union leaves him with only a desire to find this woman and claim her as his own and a single earring.   The lovely Lady Shipton would not be a hardship to spend his life with but there was something about the woman who filled his dreams and his hands so well.  Something very familiar as well.  Chesterton had not only taken his beloved mistress away from him he was being quite the overbearing cad with Lady Amy.  Creeperton as she called him should be thwarted in his attempt to take another beauty to his side, especially if Henry had something to do with it and it kept the beautiful Amy within his reach.

Lady Amy Shipton had almost given in to the pressure of the ton and her family and agreed to a marriage to a man who did not love her.   A man who was happily wed to a woman who had become a very good friend to her.  She would not enter lightly into another union like that but she wanted to taste what it would be like to be loved by such a man with all his heart.  A man like Henry St. Giles, the Sinful Saint.  Her neighbor had always had a place in her heart but she knew better than to let her kiss and touch her in the garden even if he wouldn’t remember it in the morning.  She would always remember how he held her after her father pawned her off on the vile Creeperton.   She would also remember how he called her by another name.  She knew he would do the right thing and had to find a way to keep her identity safe or lose everything to a man incapable of loving her but very capable of stealing her heart.

With the help of more than a few match makers, Henry and Amy both agree to escape the city for a house party but despite a growing bond there are a lot of variables mixing into their budding relationship that could either help or hinder their connection.  When a mistaken interaction again thwarts Henry’s attempt to find out the truth about Amy it stirs up more chaos but will they be able to work through it together or will it tear not only their budding relationship apart but a long standing friendship as well.

The ups and downs of this romantic escape as Henry does his best to find his own ‘Cinderella’ and Amy tries to keep him from finding out her true identity is magical.  The way they dance around their attraction is both romantic and hilarious as their interludes include both a search for an imaginary guinea pig and an unexpected voyeur to a very intimate and private situation.  I laughed out loud at their banter and the situations that they found themselves in.  A mix of mayhem, mischief and danger is thrown together in a very smart and captivating tale.  This is the third book in the series and I hope you will check it out along with the previous two in the series as you will want to see what Henry’s friends, and Amy too, have gone through to find their own soulmates and their Happily Ever After’s.

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My Lord Immortality by Alexandra Ivy

NOTE: This review may contain spoilers.  Release date for this book is December 24 2012.

4 ½ Hockeystyxxx

Sebastian St. Ives could no longer stay quietly by the side of the maiden he was sent to protect.  Drake had upped the games and he now would have to stay visibly close to her if he was going to protect her from the evil that hunted her and the medallion around her neck.   He needed to protect her from the final renegade vampire but she was a distraction for the man who only wanted to finish his quest and return behind the veil with his books and studies.

Amelia Hadwell had left the promises of balls, and beaus behind to protect her brother William and stop their parents from locking him away forever.  The simple man might be big and strong but he had the heart and the mind of a child, loving nothing more than to spend the day with the children in the stews and playing with his cat and the litter of kittens left behind in the brambles.  William needed her help and was worth her sacrifice.

Her brother was going to be her downfall and Sebastian knew that Drake and whoever was hunting alongside of him would use him and every other chance they could get to get to Amelia.  He had to not only keep her safe but William and reluctantly the kittens too would become his guests as they hide out from the watch after a stranger alerted them to the fact that people resembling William and Amelia’s description were at the scene of a brutal killing and made sure evidence was left at the scene of another.   With Drake in league with a mysterious stranger who was powerful enough to get the drop on Sebastian, he needed to find a safe place for her to escape to but when Drake ups the odds he has no other choice when Amelia decides to sacrifice herself and the medallion for someone she loves.  The mysterious vampire Drake is in league with has laid his plans to lure Nefri out of her lair very well.  Knowing she hides near the maiden holding the final piece of the medallion, his attack on Sebastian does its work and brings her closer to where he can finally make his move and where his plans could prove to be the downfall of them all.  Sebastian will have to use every asset on hand if he hopes to save not only the woman he loves but her family and a woman whose downfall could prove disastrous for them all.

Another brilliant tale from Alexandra Ivy.  I love this vampire world and hate when the story ends and I have to wait for the next installment.   I loved Amelia and her feisty nature and very protective nature.  She is a very strong woman, willing to give up everything for someone she loves; she proves over and over that she is a survivor.  Sebastian is one hella sexy vampire!  The brave, smart, bookish vampire is perfect and Ms. Ivy is to be given mad props for bringing us such a delicious “geek” vampire to love.  Their story kept me on edge as I was pulled in to their dilemma and their plight as their unseen assailant continues to cause problems for them and for Nefri.  I can’t wait to see what is next!  This book was book three in the Immortal Rogues series.

This series was originally published by Debbie Raleigh, Alexandra’s name in another life.  I was given a review copy of this book by the publisher Kensington through Net Galley for my honest review.

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MASTER CLASS by Cassandra Carr
Publisher: Loose Id
ePublish date: 12/11/2012
ISBN: 978-1-62300-068-4
Word count: 47,250
Genre: BDSM Contemporary
Ryan Tomasi feels like a failure. His marriage is officially over; the ink dried on the divorce decree. His friend Jack introduces him to BDSM and he agrees to attend a Halloween party at a club. A submissive approaches him, offering herself, and how can he refuse the kneeling beauty? They do a whirlwind scene and Ryan is addicted—both to dominance and to her.
Lisette Rinaldo is returning to the BDSM club for the first time since ending a bad relationship with her former master. She spots Ryan and is taken by the combination of self-assurance and nervousness the man displays as he takes in his surroundings. And after he gives her an incredible re-introduction to the lifestyle, she knows she needs to see the man again.
Ryan and Lisette explore each other and the lifestyle, but what started out as playtime quickly evolves into something more. The problem? Ryan isn’t ready to get serious again and Lisette doesn’t want to fall in love with a guy who can’t give all of himself to her. Both of them are going to have to break out of the bonds holding them back from happiness.CarrCassandra_MasterClass_banner
“What the fuck is an acceptable costume to wear to a Halloween party at a BDSM club?” Ryan Tomasi muttered aloud to himself. He did that a lot these days, since he lived alone after his recent divorce. “Sheesh.”
From his Internet research, he knew people who practiced BDSM—the term “practice” cracked him up every time—already dressed in some pretty outrageous outfits. Between the leather daddies and the pony play, as well as the other strange getups he’d seen online, Ryan wasn’t sure what to think. Full-body latex encasement? He shuddered.
But one thing was clear. He couldn’t keep fucking random women and feel good about it or himself. The whole mess had started after Ryan’s now ex-wife had blindsided him with divorce papers about a year ago, saying she didn’t love him anymore. The fact he’d loved her and had wanted to work on the marriage apparently wasn’t good enough, and Ryan found himself living in a rented house with nothing but his recliner and a futon to sleep on. Over the past year, he’d done what he could to rebuild his life, and now it was time to take the next step.
Ryan needed to find someone for more than a one-night stand and, it seemed, someone who wanted to submit to him, since he’d found he really liked some of this BDSM stuff, especially the dominating side. He felt like a fool on the bar scene, and he really wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of guy, though that had been his MO lately. He’d never even known there was a whole formal “thing” like BDSM until his friend Jack, a fellow professor at the college where Ryan taught English literature, had asked one day, while Ryan was lamenting his pathetic sex life, if he’d ever engaged in any BDSM activities. Ryan had been taken aback, to say the least. He’d thought that kind of thing was limited to porn. Real people didn’t get kinky like that, did they? Hell, he’d gotten married at twenty-two and had been with his ex-wife for almost fifteen years. It appeared he didn’t know shit about sex—kinky sex scene in particular.
Ryan had been shocked when Jack offered to let Ryan see what his submissive, Callie, and Jack did in some of their “scenes” so that Ryan could get a feel for what domination was all about. Jack didn’t allow any actual intercourse or other sexual contact between him and Callie when they got together, which Ryan totally understood, so there was a little bit missing from what he wanted to experience after reading how great the sex could be.
But just watching the way Jack dealt with Callie, and then having the opportunity to try a bunch of things out himself during subsequent play sessions with the two of them, had given Ryan a light at the end of what had been a very dark tunnel since the ex had walked out on him. He believed he’d finally found what he was looking for; what he’d been missing his entire life. The high from a woman submitting to him was the most natural, yet most powerful thing he’d ever felt, and Callie wasn’t even his submissive. What would that feel like?
Shaking out of his reverie, Ryan decided reinforcements were in order and called Jack. “Hey, man.”
“What’s up?”
“Am I interrupting anything?” He was almost afraid to ask.
Jack laughed. “If you’re asking me if Callie is tied up somewhere waiting for me to fuck her six ways to Sunday, no, you’re not interrupting anything. That’s later.”
“TMI, dude, TMI. Anyway, I need help.”
“You need a lot more than help.”
“Yeah, yeah. Seriously, I need to know what a Dom should wear to this Halloween party.”
“Uh, clothes? Usually only the submissives are naked.”
“Are you going to help or not? You’re the one who said I should go to this.” Ryan knew Jack was just messing with him, but as this Halloween party was his “coming out” of sorts as a Dom, he didn’t want to make a fool of himself.
“All right. I’ll take pity on you. What types of costumes are you looking at? What will make you feel comfortable?”
Ryan snorted. “Not sure anything can do that. I’m nervous as hell.”
“Remember, a Dom needs to portray an air of confidence. If you don’t, no sub is going to trust you enough to play with you.”
“I know. And by the time I get there, I’m sure I’ll be a lot calmer. I’ve been pretty good when I’ve played with Callie, haven’t I?”
Ryan could practically see the smirk on Jack’s face.
“Yeah, but I was there too. She knows better than to disobey me and that I would keep the play safe. Goes back to that trust issue. Plus, you didn’t have any sexual contact or anything that might’ve freaked you out. Speaking of that, you got your medical test results, right?”
“Yeah. Sent them to the club the other day.”
“Good. They won’t let you in unless you can prove you’re clean. Now, back to the costume. How about something easy like a police officer or a soldier? Some take-charge type of thing would be fitting.”
“Oh, I like the idea of a soldier.” Soldiers were powerful, respected—everything Ryan thought a Dom should project. It was the perfect costume to convey the image he wanted during his first public play. Ryan quickly typed that into the search engine of the costume store. “Awesome. They have a pretty cool one.”
“See how simple it is, once you’re not freaking out? I know this is all new and a little scary for you, but remember, kinksters are people too.”
“Yeah, yeah. You guys are going to be there, right?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t let you go into the big, bad world of BDSM all by yourself. Also, I’m your sponsor, so you can’t get in without me anyway this first time.”
“Okay, cool. See you then. And thanks for talking me off the ledge.”
Jack hung up, and Ryan looked over the costume specs. It had a camouflage shirt and pants, along with a set of dog tags. He had black boots already for when he did stuff around the house. Though he wasn’t imposing by any means at five-nine and one-eighty, he wasn’t tiny either. Hopefully the costume would make him look like a bit of a badass. He flexed his bicep. Maybe allow him to show off the muscles he was just starting to develop with regular workouts at the gym over the past several months.
* * * *
On Halloween night Ryan dressed in his costume and drove to the club. Jack and Callie were waiting just inside the doors, and when Jack saw him approach, he spoke to the bouncer, who waved Ryan through without a word. Jack was clad as Zorro, and Callie’s dress, if you could call it that, was liberally scored with slashes. It looked more like a bunch of black bandages than anything else, and Ryan wondered how long Jack would allow her to remain clothed. If he knew Jack—and he felt he did after playing with him several times and spending hours talking to him about BDSM and a whole host of other topics—not long.
He wasn’t sure what was appropriate to say to Callie, so he forced his gaze away from her and greeted Jack, who grinned.
“You can tell her she looks hot. It’s not like you’ve never seen her naked.”
Ryan smiled, relaxing. He pivoted back to her. “You look hot, Callie.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Shall we?”
Jack gestured toward the door at the end of the short hall, and Ryan could hear a bass beat pounding from the other side. He nodded, swallowing thickly. Ryan needn’t have worried, though. As soon as he stepped into the room and looked around, his nerves settled.
I’m home.
The people around him were engaged in all manner of things, but even a cursory glance at the various scenes playing out before him made him finally feel like he was normal. He wasn’t a freak for wanting sex and control like this, despite what his ex-wife had said when he’d suggested some pretty mild stuff to spice up their sex life.
“What do you think?” his friend shouted over the music.
“It’s fucking perfect.” Ryan couldn’t have kept that note of awe out of his voice even if he’d tried.
Jack laughed. “I figured you’d say that. I’ll give you a tour, but we need to do one thing first.”
“What’s that?”
“Lose the shirt. You’ll look way more Dom-ish without it.”
“Dom-ish?” Callie repeated with a chuckle.
“You behave before I decide to leash you,” Jack threatened. “Or maybe we can give Ryan here some more practice with that paddle you hate so much.”
She looked down. “Whatever would please you, Master.”
“Seeing your beautiful ass bright red and ready to be fucked would please me greatly, but we need to babysit Ryan for a bit longer before we can play.”
Ryan pulled off his shirt and stuffed it into his brand-new toy bag. Who would’ve thought a duffel bag he got at an academic conference would come in handy to hold the instruments of pain and pleasure he’d spent a small fortune on?
He followed Jack through the club as the other man pointed out the public play area, the theme rooms, and the staircase to the private rooms upstairs. Then they all went to the bar, which served no alcohol so as to keep the clubgoers sober for play, as Jack explained in answer to Ryan’s puzzled question. They procured soft drinks—drinks were included in the price of the membership—and found a comfy couch that was close enough to the public play area that Ryan had a good view of several scenes taking place. Jack and Ryan sat, and Callie settled on a cushion in front of her Dom.
“That girl,” Jack said, pointing to a submissive tied to a St. Andrew’s cross as a man whipped her from thighs to shoulders, “is a hard-core masochist. As you can see, she’s not wearing a collar, so she’s not owned, but stay away from her. Until you get more comfortable with impact play, all you’ll do is frustrate both of you.”
Ryan nodded, forcing himself not to wince as the man laid another welt on her ass.
“That one,” his friend continued with a jerk of his head at another submissive, “is a horrible topper-from-the-bottom. She’s definitely not a good fit for you as a beginner. I’m not really sure why any Dom would play with her. It would drive me batty to have a sub questioning my every order.”
Jack dismissed a few more for one reason or another as they sipped their beverages. There weren’t a ton of subs running around without collars, and Ryan was beginning to believe none of them would pass Jack’s muster.
“She’s a pretty one,” Jack remarked, and Ryan followed his gaze. He nearly swallowed his can of soda pop whole. Pretty didn’t begin to describe the woman. She was a few inches shorter than him, from what he could tell in his current position, and had enough meat on her bones to be curvy. If he was going to be tying a woman up and fucking the hell out of her, he wanted to be sure her ribs wouldn’t crack at the slightest provocation.
Her long brown hair was piled on top of her head, leaving the slim column of her neck exposed. Ryan loved to nibble on women’s necks, and if he had this one restrained, he’d happily spend hours torturing her in that spot. She was wearing what looked like a harem girl outfit, with a jeweled bra and flouncy, gauzy pants. From the looks of things, Ryan was pretty sure she was naked underneath them.
Jack had been speaking with Callie but straightened up. “Callie said her name is Lisette, and she’s an experienced submissive who hasn’t been to the club as far as Callie knows since her split with her Dom a while back. She’s not owned, as you can see from the fact she’s not collared. The lack of a collar doesn’t always mean a sub is not owned, but at open parties like this, all owned submissives must be collared. As you know,” he continued with a grin in Callie’s direction, “some of us can be possessive bastards, and it cuts down on potential problems.”
“Makes sense,” Ryan murmured. His friend’s eyes suddenly widened a little in anticipation, and Ryan turned in the direction of his gaze.
“Hey, do you mind if we go take advantage of that spanking bench? At these parties, equipment doesn’t stay empty long.”
“No, go ahead.”
Jack helped Callie up and landed a hard swat on her ass. “Go get it for us, pet. I’ll be right over.” He turned to Ryan. “Feel free to watch us or anyone else. We should be back within a half hour or so. Callie’s been naughty lately and needs a good dose of the belt.”
Winking, he walked away, and Ryan laughed. Before Jack had agreed to bring Ryan here for public play, he’d insisted on several private sessions at the house he and Callie shared, so Ryan knew Callie’s favorite implement was the belt. He doubted she would be too upset if Jack used it tonight.
A completely naked woman, save for a collar, came by and took their empty soda cans. Ryan gave her a small smile but kept his attention focused on the scenes unfolding around him. Jack was busy tying Callie to the spanking bench, and the masochistic woman was still being whipped—Ryan couldn’t hold back his wince this time at a particularly hard strike—and a male submissive was going to town on his Mistress’s pussy like he was mining for gold. Turning away from them, he saw a female submissive strapped to what Jack had called a bondage table with cane marks decorating her ass in perfectly spaced lines and her Dom’s dick in her mouth. He’d never tried caning, but it looked interesting, if a little scary. Hell, almost everything looked interesting right now.
Ryan continued to watch as Jack bared Callie’s ass and started out lightly flicking the belt across it. He’d explained to Ryan how important it was to warm the bottom up by bringing the blood to the surface to prevent bruising, and Ryan had spent long hours in the past couple of weeks practicing with a pillow and the strap he’d ordered along with the other stuff Jack had said he’d need to be able to play. The club had a nice selection of implements lined up on the walls of the public play area, but Jack had recommended he get used to his own so he didn’t make a mistake and hurt a submissive.
He was just about to rise and make his way back to the bar when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. The submissive Callie had called Lisette knelt directly in front of him, a bottle of water laid on her upturned palms. Ryan raised an eyebrow.
Copyright 2012, Cassandra Carr
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