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BSLBound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine’s Day Stories

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Publisher’s Note: The stories included in this smoking hot collection are MF, MFM, and MMMF pairings. Some contain taboo subjects and no-holds barred BDSM and spanking scenes. All will make you blush hard. ***over 700 pages of brand new stories***

Stories Include:

Slab Hands by Annabel Joseph ~ Christine’s always been curious about spanking, and the bouncer at the bottom of the stairs has a magnificent set of hands. Once he learns about her secret disciplinary fantasies, he’s more than happy to put those hands to use…

Master Class: Initiation by Sierra Cartwright ~ When wanna-be sub Jennifer Berklee calls him Master and begs him to flog her, PI Logan Powell knows all his military training won’t be enough to keep his jaded heart safe. He intends to claim this sexy, innocent woman for his own…no matter the cost.

Theirs to Punish by Renee Rose ~ When a billionaire’s daughter-turned-ninja picked Casino Magnifico for a heist, she didn’t take into account one thing–actually–two. Twin owners Joe and Alex Jamison won’t hesitate to employ a little corporal punishment to bring the virgin socialite in line…

Lust Angel by Cari Silverwood ~ On good days, what falls from the heavens may be a naked woman. As an ex-SAS soldier, now private contractor, Adam is used to the unexpected, but nothing in life has prepared him for a fallen angel with a craving for spanking, bondage, and punishment.

Stepbrother Jerk by Natasha Knight ~ To buy her stepbrother’s silence, Lisa agrees to submit to his discipline, even though she has no idea what she’s in for. But Jace knows exactly what his stepsister needs and a bare bottom spanking is only the beginning.

His Runaway Valentine by Sue Lyndon ~ When a handsome stranger rides out of nowhere to rescue Nora from slavers, the runaway bride is shocked to learn he’s the very man to whom she was betrothed. There’s no escaping the arranged marriage now, and Luke is quick to make Nora understand that he expects not only obedience, but her absolute surrender.

Rose’s Are Red by Ashe Barker ~ Rose has had a crush on Iain McCain for years and when she spots her sexy ex-teacher with a whip in his hand at her favourite BDSM club her heart stills. Dare she approach him? A Valentine’s Day card might earn her the spanking she craves if she delivers it personally…on her knees.

His to Take by Kallista Dane ~ On the now-sexless, sterile Planet Earth, Dr. Selena Reston saves the life of Haldor, a Viking warrior from another world. His savage lovemaking shocks her and awakens her wild side. Though she craves his domination, can she build a life with him halfway across the galaxy?

Stepping It Up by Cara Bristol ~ Ariel had crushed on her stepbrother Hunter for years. But if he expects to win back her heart in one wicked weekend, he’ll have to step it up and take her in hand…the Rod and Cane Society way.

Claiming Chloe by Korey Mae Johnson ~ When she is left alone on Valentine’s Day, Chloe takes matters into her own hands. But going out exploring on her own on an alien planet turns out not to be the best idea she ever had, and when her three handsome alien mates end up having to rescue her, Chloe’s bare bottom will pay the price for her naughtiness.

Maud and the Secret Society of Saint Valentine by Emily Tilton ~ Maud has decided that the new boyfriend she’s crazy about can’t be serious when he tells her she needs a firm hand in the bedroom and everywhere else. The Secret Society of Saint Valentine begs to differ, and summons her to a tribunal where she’ll learn just how serious David is.

Dancing With a Dom by Katherine Deane ~ What do ballroom dancing, hard spankings, and mind-blowing orgasms have in common? I guess it depends who your dance partner is. The man smiling down at me, with his hand on my waist… he’s a Dom. And he wants to be mine this Valentine’s Day.

Taking the Human by Trent Evans ~ For Lukanos, a muscle bound, seven foot tall alien, abducting the beautiful human female was the easy part. Winning her heart–and not breaking his own–was something else entirely.

Sweet Birdie Blue by Alta Hensley ~ Rem Langston has no choice but to save the feisty Birdie Bluebell, whether she wants saving or not. Their icy beginning soon turns to a passion hot enough to melt the blizzard outside, but will Birdie accept Rem into her heart?


How Secretary Changed My Life (And Probably A Few Other People’s) ExRetreat

Okay, so I’ll admit it, there are probably people out there who don’t like this movie, maybe even hate this movie—but I’m SO not one of them. Where Anne’s Rice’s Sleeping Beauty Series kindled my thoughts in the right direction to write about flogging, delayed orgasms, and rough sex that speaks of tender feelings, Secretary was the movie that opened up a whole new world for me.

Hel-l-l-lo, Nurse. Or, you know, secretary. (Points to those who got that reference.)

I still can’t quite put into words what watching this movie was like for me for the first time. Part shock and part a door swinging wide open in my head with a bang against my temple. I didn’t even know there were any shut doors, at least until they were open. Then all bets were so off. Could people…do that…like that?  Apparently they could and the delicate balance between giving and taking tipped the scales of what was erotic for me forever.

Now I know there are different brands and flavors of sub-kink within the community, but as a newbie the idea of walking around an office in a spreader bar while going about my daily tasks to please the whims of someone else sounded like something I could write about for days on end. But it’s so much more than that—the delicate interplay of communication through a set of orders and thick silence was intoxicating to me. I never knew human relationships could be so communicative without speaking a word or vulnerable while partners exchanged inner strength.

One second I was swept up in the kink, the forbidden, and years later I’m writing my own sexy stories that turn people’s vulnerabilities into strengths.

At first Secretary is all about the wow factor—the holy crap, did he just do that—but the movie speaks so much more to the stubbornness and longevity of human emotions. What it’s like to meet someone and say mine, no matter what the cost. How even with the love of your life there’s still a fine line between staying in love and getting hurt. What’s the cost?

BDSM isn’t a mindfuck, it’s a lifestyle. It’s not a trend that will fade out once a certain book and movie craze blow off the scene, and it’s not something to be tossed around casually for shock value for a little titter at a party.

E. Edward Grey taught me that being spanked doesn’t sum up who I am as an individual—but that press of power sure does give me the strength to kneel knowing exactly who I am.


Warning: This book contains a geeky, secretly insecure but overly cocky handy-man with a penchant for pleasing, a dominatrix in training who’s on the rebound, and enough smut to strip a couple layers off your soul. Plus there’s mac n’ cheese with a smattering of self-actualization for good measure.

After Chloe Barrons’ fiancé cheats on her via webcam, she begrudgingly accepts her Type-A mother’s offer of a spur of the moment luxury spa weekend. But things don’t play out quite from point A to point B when she arrives drunk and disoriented on the front porch of a deserted North Carolina beach house. From the very start she’s caught off guard by Noah Knightly, a sinfully sexy, self-proclaimed commitment-phobe who’s a handyman for his sister’s relationship rehabilitation center—a rehab where Chloe is the sole guest during off-season.

But faced with temptation, to stay guarded she’ll have to call the shots.

Noah shouldn’t have taken Chloe’s reservation. But in need of a second pair of hands to fix up the beach house, he throws all his sister’s rules out the window. Soon he worries that maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew: each day Chloe cracks more of his cocky façade bringing down his guards to reveal a stuttering geek who has a hidden will to please her in any way possible.

With no way to ignore her pain, Noah sets himself up as a guniea pig to prove to Chloe that not all men are created equal—in or out of the bedroom. As Chloe comes into her own through every sexual session, Noah needs to decide if he’s man enough to accept the one thing he never thought he wanted—love.

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Excerpt 1:

With a reserve of energy she didn’t feel, Chloe bounded up from the bed. Not the best idea, considering her brain’s penchant for rattling around in her skull the minute she moved because of her hangover. Maybe she could get Noah to make a Bloody Mary to take the edge off before she left? Chloe climbed the plush carpeted stairs back up into the living room.

“Since it looks like we’ll be spending a bit of time together, care to enlighten me on why you took a reservation when it’s off season and your sister wasn’t even here to run it?”

Chloe sat back across from him and took a slow drink of her juice, using the added time to get a closer look at his slightly freckled face. Cute. Whatever attraction rose up tightening her throat she quickly squashed it down. A man had gotten her here in the first place. If it wasn’t for her mother’s penchant for psychological healing, without the aid of television and a quart of ice cream—she would be surrounded by piles of good books, take-out, and new workout DVD’s she wouldn’t attempt to use for a solid month.

When Noah caught her watching him, she deflected her stare to the bookcase behind his head, cringing at the A to Z self-help tomes. When she came out of rehab she might have more of a complex than when she went in last night.

“Didn’t feel like turning down company. Plus I could use the extra hands around the house getting the place weatherproofed for hurricane season.”

Chloe had to cover her mouth to keep from shooting citrus out of her nose.

“Nice plan, right?” He waggled his dark brows and took another bite of bacon.

“You purposely let me come here because you were looking for a playmate while you babysat the house?”

“You’re much more fun than building model cars and searching for the meaning of life.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Plus, I won the genetic jackpot. You’re quite the looker,” he said it offhand, meeting her eyes, and winking with darkness in his gaze that left nothing to imagination.

“What are you, sixty years old?”

“That was a compliment, in case you’ve never heard one.”

“Yeah, great going, complimenting a woman who probably just got out of a debilitating relationship, is emotionally vulnerable, and ready to kick some ass. What a charmer you are, Noah.”

He cleared his throat, picked up his plate, and headed toward the kitchen. Despite her resolve to let his comment slide off her back, she’d opened her big mouth. But more than anything she wished she could close her eyes to get the image of his fine ass out of her mind as the swinging door closed behind him. Pathetic didn’t cover it. She needed another dictionary definition. What were the odds of finding a dictionary in this house?

Was she even thinking about staying? The idea was idiotic at best. In a house with a total stranger in the middle of nowhere for any span of time—when did that choice go from you’re crazy, to eh, it’s workable? The fact that she managed to miss kind of a big decision when she was the one making the choice in the first place made her feel like she’d come to the right place for her discombobulated mental state. Yet…she trusted her gut. There was something to women’s intuition and Noah didn’t scream psycho killer. Of course, she didn’t think they made a t-shirt for that type of thing. But either way her first layer of apprehension peeled back with the knowledge that she had basic knowledge of self-defense and there were plenty of knick-knacks around the house to double as weapons should the need crop up.

It would be an adventure, right? He wasn’t keeping her here. She could leave and walk away—literally—at any time.

“Oh, by the way—”

Noah stuck half his body through the swinging door, large fingers splayed across the pastel green paint. He licked his lips, mouth shaping into a wolfish grin that left her fingers twisting together in her lap. Noah raised one of his hands in the air.

“One, I’ve been told I’m not relationship material. Two, I’m great rebound sex in case there isn’t anything else in this boarded up hole to occupy your mind. And last, but not least, if you want to kick my ass on behalf of my species that’s all well and good—I’m a gentleman, I’ll let you—but you bet your sweet ass you’ll be playing nursemaid afterward. And that’s with the kinky outfit, or no deal.”

There were no words. Chloe sat there without a single retort even close to her mouth. Was he kidding? Before she could regain her senses he’d popped his head back into the kitchen, and water ran in a loud rush. Almost, but not quite, blocking out the joy in his gruff laughter as it echoed through the door. Gentleman, yeah that was a joke. He was a gentleman like Rhett Butler wasn’t a cad—and Rhett was the best bad boy of ‘em all.

She should know, she’d only watched that movie over a hundred times growing up because it had the prettiest cover in her mother’s old movie collection. No matter what, Rhett was a cad. And, though she tried not to be flustered, Noah gave off the same swarthy I-know-what-you-look-like-without-your-clothes-on vibe.

So what if she’d tried a relationship with the solid, wet-blanket, Ashley type and that hadn’t exactly worked out? That didn’t mean a damn thing.

“Plan on throwing me any other fastballs? Or are we not speaking because I dared to mention how beautiful your smile is and hurt your girl power pride?”

His voice shook her out of her reverie.

“You haven’t even seen me fully smile.”

“I’ve seen the ghost of one. Maybe if we keep playing this “getting to know each other” game I’ll get to see more. What do you think?”

He wiped his damp hands on his jeans leaving dark smudges that led Chloe’s eye elsewhere. She crossed her arms, determined to pay attention to the hideous, metal deep sea fish sculpture on the wall.

“I think that you haven’t given me jack squat to go off of in terms of getting to know you. I also think, Noah, that it’s probably in your best interest to start chatting, otherwise these hands might not feel like working.”

“Please tell me those hands will be doing other, more delightful things,” he practically purred, clutching his heart. “Oh, also, unless you’re a shrink, there isn’t much else to do around here. No radios or TV. Consider yourself promoted to first foreman. Better than reading the self-help crap, right?”

“Oh will you can it? Jesus, I’m not sleeping with you!”

He shrugged, making the move mean far more than it should have, while also showing off the hard muscles in his chest.

“I never really asked, did I?”

She couldn’t help it—she made a pure noise of frustration and glared sharp, lethal icepicks his way. What did he do? Only the second most infuriating thing ever after all his cheesy come-on’s. Noah threw up his hands in front of his body making a mocking face filled with fake terror. Eyes wide, mouth an “o,” he sprinted to the corner folding his large frame until he cowered hiding his face in between his knees. Heaven help her, a bubble of laughter floated out through her mouth and broke into pieces.

You’re hopeless.

Noah peeked his head out from his lap with a goofy grin.

“That impressed you, huh? Didn’t know your host took several unwanted years of drama in high school in order to make up for failing math grades. Pretty genius performance, wasn’t it? Might have won me an Oscar.”

Well, there was her first tidbit into the brain of her new hot—er, host. When Noah stood up from his crouch he quickly stretched his arms up above his head, leaving a delectable piece of pale flesh with a smattering of dark, treasure trail hair leading beneath his jeans. Chloe snapped her eyes away and thinned her lips pretending to adjust on the coach and folding her legs up under her.

“You’re getting better.”

“At what?”

“Nothing. You ready for your lesson on how we’re going to work together to keep this place in tip-top shape?”

“Do I get to say no?”

He made an obnoxious beeping noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a game show buzzer.

“Wrong answer. But you do get handy demonstrations, your own tool belt, and dinner tonight if you do a good job.”

“Do I get a gold star, too?”

“I can probably figure something out for you.”

Noah snatched her hand, a shock to her system tightening all the muscles in her upper arm. His warm palm engulfed her whole hand. Was this what it had been like when he’d carried her inside last night? Had she folded up in his arms like she fit? She swallowed and met his serious look.

“Come on, I’ve got a whiteboard downstairs.”

Chloe couldn’t deny his excitement. When he pulled her up and raced them down the stairs she followed—telling herself it was only because he would have dragged her anyway. But when he pulled her into a spare bedroom, it had been converted into an office with a white board that took up three of the four walls, her mind was boggled. Not one inch of board was free.

“You’ve been busy.”

Chloe took in the myriad of checklists, bullet points, and definitions scrawled in a neat sloping hand. One of the notations caught her eye. The roof needed fixing? He wanted her up on a slope a million feet in the air? Oh, that was priceless. With a careful eye she tried to stuff the overload of information into her brain.

“You need to be trained.”

Noah took a seat in the office chair, swiveling his body around a few times before he came to a full stop with his long legs stretched out. His hands were laced together in the middle of his chest, while he regarded her with an expression she couldn’t quite place—and probably didn’t want to think too hard. She went back to studying the notations.

“This is almost everything you need to know about construction and what we’ll be doing as early as tonight. Think you can handle it all?”

At least he’d given her a head start—with his help a day of intense study might be enough to keep her safe. Besides, the busywork could keep her mind in the right place and off of any thoughts of the ex. She could admit—begrudgingly—that she kind of couldn’t wait to see Noah in a tool belt, shirtless, and a little dewy with sweat. His verbal banter wouldn’t hurt as a distraction either. With a long exhale, she shoved the thought into a little box, readying herself for the oncoming storm.



Elise Hepner lives with two spastic cats and a very supportive, slightly crazy husband. There is never a dull moment in the house, unless the caffeine runs out, which it never does. She’s a multi-published erotica author with Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Xcite, and Secret Cravings Publishing.

She’s driven by her tea addiction and a tiny stuffed turtle her husband picked up from Disney World that sits on her desk and “supervises” her work.

When not writing (which is rare), she’s watching countless hours of reality television, playing the Sims or shopping online. Plus there’s that odd obsession with the color purple. Everything is purple. Visit Elise at her website to keep up with her naughty ramblings, random tidbits and future work.

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The Druid Series 9: Baird by Marata Eros BAIRD#9 copy

(The Druid Series #9)


Siana has disappeared. As an Exotic and Druid warrior queen, she is not fully beholden to the magick call of sex slavery as  her sister Druid witches. She does not realize as she runs, Baird and Kael follow with opposing agendas.

Now that Jessamine is within the subjugation of the undead, the Druid females will be ruled by the fair hand of Imogen and her Reaper mates, Carrig and Quinn.

Altho, and the gifted Druid female Seraphina, cannot reconcile the inception of their relationship, and her promise to be his as payment. Altho seeks shelter from the Reaper leader, Maghnus… only to discover what is important was not as he thought.

Can Siana obtain the freedom she wishes and the love she denies? Will the new kingdom of Reapers succeed in the protection of their Druid females? Do Altho and Maghnus hold the key to revolutionizing the power structure of both Druid and Reaper?



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Marata Eros (a pen name for Tamara Rose Blodgett), is the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author of A Terrible Love. Marata has more than thirty-five titles in multiple genres including Dark Fantasy, Dark Romance as well as her highly successful Dark Erotica series.

Marata lives in South Dakota with her husband, children and fur kids. She is an ardent reader of many genres. Tamara enjoys interacting with her readers via Twitter, blog and newsletter as often as possible. Please stop by and say hi :)


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FemDom – Not Just for Sissy Boys

I have written a few femdom short stories and a novel (Princess, Tough Guy and The Story of Owen, respectively). These were a departure for me, an admitted sub girl who gets all tingly at the thought of a strong, dominating alpha male who knows what I need without me having to spell it out. thestoryofowen-200

Like most of my readers, I’m a romantic at heart. Even my dark ‘n dirties contain an element of, if not romance, the possibility of, or at least the longing for, love, however misplaced. I want the guy to be strong and virile, the kind of man who will ride in on his horse, metaphorical or otherwise, and sweep me up into the saddle, his muscular arms secure on either side of me as we dash off into the sunset.

So why, you might ask, would I write about a submissive male’s journey? What intrigues me as an author and as a romantic, about the psyche of a man who craves a woman’s control, a woman’s direction, in matters of the body and heart? I think the answer lies in the same place where my m/m stories derive, as well as my non-cons and dub-cons. I like to put myself into the mind of someone who is different from myself, sometimes radically different (as in the evil, crazy guy who abducts the girl and thinks his brand of torture and control can somehow masquerade as love), and sometimes just a different approach to the same subject (a gay man in love, or a submissive man seeking connection).

When I write a story from a male submissive’s perspective, I try never to lose sight of the fact he is a man, first and foremost. I don’t write about feminized boys, though I appreciate this is a serious genre in its own right. But, probably because of my romance roots, I like to keep my men strong, brave and appealing to women. Hence, my sub guys are not pussy boys or sissy boys. They are strong and sexy. They are courageous, because when you think about it, it takes a certain kind of bravery for a man to admit his desire, his need, to be dominated by a woman. He risks being labeled as weak, as feminine, as somehow less than a man, by those who have no understanding of submissive longings. Subs don’t ask to be this way, any more than gay people ask to be gay. It’s how we’re hardwired, that’s my belief. Finding the courage to accept and embrace one’s orientation is the first step to happiness.

The first paragraph of chapter one of The Story of Owen (and yes, it’s a play on the timeless BDSM tale: The Story of O) opens with a sense of Owen’s longing to connect, to admit his needs, to find the woman who can fulfill them:

Owen wiped the sweat from his upper lip and shifted in his chair, willing his erection to subside. As he stared at the scene before him, his yearning was suddenly almost too big to contain. The sudden, fierce need to feel the sting of a whip and the grip of strong rope and chain moved through Owen with such raw intensity he had to clench his hands into fists and press them hard against his thighs. How he longed to kneel naked with head bowed, ready, willing, desperate to do the bidding of the woman who would dominate not only his body, but his heart.

The story follows his submissive journey, as he finally finds the courage to explore the secret essence of himself that he has denied for so long. When he meets Mistress Sylvie, a woman he pays to teach him about BDSM, the reader realizes from the beginning he’s going to fall in love, even if he does not yet know it:


Mistress Sylvie wrapped her fingers around his right biceps and squeezed lightly. “Nice,” she commented with obvious approval. “You work out, I see.”

“I swim, Mistress Sylvie. And do some weights.”

“I did not ask you a question.”

Owen pressed his lips together, feeling his face heat. Mistress Sylvie began to walk in a slow circle around him, moving her hands over his shoulders, chest and back, squeezing and prodding him as if he were a horse. She drew her fingertips lightly along the inner part of his arms. Whether or not she intended it, her feather-light touch tickled when she reached his armpits and though he hadn’t meant to, Owen pulled slightly away.

“Stay still,” she commanded. “Have you no discipline?”

It was a question, but was it rhetorical, or did she want an answer? And what was the answer, when it came to that? He’d had this fantasy of submitting to a strong sexy woman a thousand times in one form or another, and now it was actually happening. But was discipline part of the equation?

“I will answer for you,” Mistress Sylvie said, standing directly in front of him. In her heels, she was nearly as tall as he was, and she leaned in close, so close he could have kissed her if he’d dared. She spoke softly, but her voice was hard. “You have no discipline. You are untrained and I’m not sure I should bother to take you on.”

“Please, Mistress Sylvie,” Owen interrupted, startled at the intensity of his need. “I’ll do better. I promise.”

Mistress Sylvie stepped back, her look skeptical. “Will you? Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mistress Sylvie.”

Her lips lifted in a small triumphant smile. “All right, then. Show me. Put your hands behind your head, locking your fingers at your neck. You will look straight ahead, no matter what I do to you. You will not move or resist me in any way. Can you do that, Owen?”

“Yes, Mistress Sylvie.” Owen moved his arms, relieved at the change in position. She drew her fingertips lightly over his biceps and underarms. Owen realized he was clenching his jaw in his effort to stay still. He hated being tickled, but at the same time found himself deeply aroused and excited by her actions and his position. Somehow he managed not to move, save for the rise and fall of his chest and the twitching of his throbbing cock.

“Much better,” Mistress Sylvie said softly, and Owen found himself smiling, pleased by her praise.

She moved behind him and he felt her cupping his ass cheeks through the cotton of his shorts. “Have you ever been spanked, Owen?”

“No, Mistress Sylvie.” Owen’s skin tingled in anticipation of the hard slap of her palm, but instead she moved again to stand in front of him. She pressed her hands against his chest, the palms flat against his nipples.

“Have you ever been tied down?”

“No, Mistress Sylvie.” There had been some bondage play with a girlfriend in college, but he’d been the one using the rope, not daring to admit his fantasies back then.

Mistress Sylvie slipped the tip of one finger beneath the elastic at the waist of his boxers. “Have you ever been whipped, Owen? Have you ever felt the sharp, sweet sting of the lash?”

Mistress Sylvie stared deep into Owen’s eyes, her lips lifting in a slow smile that made him forget how to breathe. “No, Mistress Sylvie,” he finally managed, though it only came out as a whisper. He wanted to look away but found himself unable to wrench his gaze from hers. He could feel her power, and his own powerlessness to resist it.

“Do you like pain, Owen? Erotic pain?”

“I don’t really know, Mistress Sylvie,” he answered honestly, though his cock was hard as steel. “I want to find out. I know that for sure. I—think about it. I fantasize about it.”

“Tell me more,” she whispered, her lips close to his ear. “Tell me your darkest fantasy. Hold nothing back.”

Owen’s heart lurched into overdrive. “I’ve never told anyone—”

“But you will tell me,” she interrupted. It wasn’t a question, but a statement, and he nodded slowly in agreement.

“Yes, Mistress Sylvie. I will tell you.”


If you were drawn in by this, even though you didn’t think you would want to read about a submissive man, I suggest it’s the same reason so many women like to read m/m erotica – even though we might not directly relate to a gay man and what he’s going through, ultimately it’s the human experience we crave and connect to. If an author can weave a story where you care about the person, no matter if they are gay or straight, male or female, sub of Dom, then she’s done her work. She’s held out her hand and said, “Come with me. I have a story to tell you…”

To read Story of Owen, or any of my other work, please visit my indie publishing site: Romance Unbound. There you can also find my latest release (June 13, 2014), The Inner Room. theinnerroom200

I love to connect with readers! Here are my social media links. I’d love to hear from you.


sierra2 Sometimes I try to act mature and professional. And then sometimes, I just can’t contain myself, and it’s as if my lungs are filled with helium and I float on the air and run around squeezing and fist-bumping.

Thank YOU, BDSM Book Reviews for putting a happy grin on my face and keeping it there for weeks!

I was beyond thrilled that Over The Line won the Best BDSM Book of 2013 award. Honestly, that was the book I was looking forward to writing. I love cowboys! When I was in high school, my best friend was a barrel racer. One summer we traveled to numerous rodeos. Many Friday nights there was a dance. And I had the opportunity to experience cowboy manners. Le sigh. I adored the way they’d tip their hat. Or, my, my, move it out of the way as the leaned in for a kiss… Even now, my heart pitter patters!

Each book in the Mastered series from Totally Bound has featured a theme that I loved. With This Collar was inspired by a friend’s mountain wedding, as was the setting for the series.

I loved the idea of having an unconventional BDSM club. That could be in part because I’m not very conventional. I decided to call it the Den. And because it is set on a secluded lot of land, I would be able to include outdoor play. And the outdoor scene in Over The Line was one of my favorites of all time.…

One of the things that intrigued me the most about the entire series, however, is the man who owns the entire estate, Master Damien Lowell.

Master Damien is featured in all six books of the Mastered series from Totally Bound. And he intrigued me from the opening scene of the first book when he performs a wedding ceremony, then, in private, presides over a collaring ceremony.  

As the one who runs the estate, he’s ultimately responsible for what happens at the Den, a Dom amongst Doms.

By the time I started writing book six, IN THE DEN, I knew that a man as strong as Damien needed to be paired with a woman who would capture his imagination, ensnare him, shake up his single life.

My heroine, Catrina, was also inspired by a real-life person who offered insight along the way. Catrina is a Domme, someone Damien considers to be off-limits.

But that can’t stop the attraction he feels for her. In fact, it fuels it. What’s more irresistible than the unattainable?

As for Catrina, she has little interest in Damien. She is over domineering men. Experience has taught her a few hard lessons, and she’s vowed to keep her independence. She won’t be subservient to any man. Why would she when she has the hottest men at the Den ready to worship her?

But Damien is a Dom through and through. He will settle for nothing less than her complete submission. And he’ll use any means possible to convince her…

Welcome to the Den, where the wildest of fantasies become reality, lives are transformed, and limits are shattered… | |

Born in England, raised in Denver, and now residing in Galveston, Texas, Sierra Cartwright is the international best-selling author of the Mastered series from Totally Bound Publishing. Sierra Cartwright 03242013

Her recent release, Over the Line was named Best Book of the Year by BDSM Book Reviews. She’s a finalist in the Love Romances Café for BDSM Book of the Year for another of the Mastered series, For The Sub.

The UK’s Daily Mail says Cartwright is “Even racier than 50 Shades.” The Amazon Kindle UK #1 bestselling author hails from Manchester, England though she was raised in the US and now calls Texas “home.” She is the acclaimed author of more than twenty erotic romance novels, including the bestselling Mastered series from Totally Bound Publishing.

She was previously published with Harlequin/Silhouette under a different pseudonym, and won numerous awards as well as a coveted spot on the USA Today bestseller list.

Sierra has been interviewed by, the Daily Mail, USA Today, Female First UK, Marie Claire Brazil, and she did a segment for the Orlando Fox affiliate with Chase Cain.

She is a multiple CAPA-nominated author.

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