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Saturday, November 13, 2010

Excerpt: Dos Lunas (werewolf, BDSM)


“Diego, I’ll make you a bet.” She turned, a smile on her pretty lips. “I’ll bet that I can make you climax, touching you with nothing but a feather.” She lifted a softly draping peacock plume, brushing it against her lips.

He lifted a brow. “A feather?”

“Oh, more than one, of course. Are you willing to bet me?”

He cocked his head to the side, wondering what she was up to. “What are we betting?”

She sighed deeply, drawing his eyes to her chest, where the red bra peeped out at the edges of her suit.

“If you don’t climax within…ten minutes…I’ll give you a blow job.”

“Ten minutes? With feathers?” He contemplated the silky plume in her hand. He could do that… “Five minutes. And if you win?”

“Seven minutes. If I win, you go down on me.”

He let his weight settle on one leg. “Seven minutes. If I win, you go down on me. If you win…it sounds like we both win.”

She nodded. “You’re right. If I win and you climax, you not only go down on me, but you do it on my terms. Do you understand?”

She sounded no nonsense, triggering his desire to agree, to submit. He cleared his throat. “What are your terms?”

She knelt, wrapping a wide leather band around his ankle and fastening it to a loop in the floor. “My terms? Bound and blindfolded. You will follow my instructions exactly.”

His cock throbbed in response to her words. The image shouldn’t arouse him, but it did. She continued to his other ankle, ignoring his erection. She stood, pulling his hands to the front. He expected her to shackle him, but instead, she wrapped black tape around his wrists. Diego examined the tape, realizing that he could easily break free. That gave him a measure of comfort.

“Arms up.”

She guided him into place, looping his wrists over a low-hanging hook. He wasn’t uncomfortable, not really. But he wasn’t completely balanced and that made him uneasy. When she slipped a blindfold over his face, he flinched.

“Does this bother you?”

He thought for a moment. He could smell and hear. Once his other senses adjusted, he nodded. “Green. I’m fine.” Odd. He didn’t sound fine, even to his own ears.

Once his vision was obscured, Diego listened to her move around the room, mostly over at the table. He heard the rustle of the leather bag; the whisper of fabric.

“Nothing but feathers.” His voice was little more than a whisper.

“That’s right, Diego. I’ll touch you with nothing but feathers. Starting now.”

The feather lightly caressed his cheeks, his jaw and finally his lips. He could scent her lipstick, so he knew it was the peacock feather. It teased and tickled down his ribs, around to his back. He smiled slightly, letting himself be lulled by the rhythmic brush against his skin. He smelled her, heard her breathing…felt it on his skin. He shivered, focusing on breathing deeply. This wasn’t bad. Not at all. He estimated that a minute had passed. This would be a breeze.

When a ribbon of fire streaked down his spine to his ass-crack, he was momentarily too stunned to react. She’d scratched him with the quill end of the feather! The sting wasn’t that bad, but unexpected. He arched his back, finding himself swaying, letting his weight hang from his hands.

His dick went hard as a rod. And damn if he wasn’t in trouble.

Buy it at http://www.passioninprint.com/ShowBook.php?CR=SS_DOSLUNAS

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Three




I've decided to undertake the great adventure that comes around every November: NaNoWriMo.
It's that writing marathon where we aim for a word count of 50K by the end of the month.

I love NaNo, 50K is a short novel or in my case this year, two novellas that I really need to get finished. This year, I took the entire month of October off new writing and focused on getting my mental sh*t together. Autumn is always like that for me, I go just a little blue this time of year. So October is my mental health month, November is the return to insanity.

So, why did I give this blog the title "Three"? Well, because for the first time in nearly a year, I'm writing a menage. If you're familiar with my writing, you know that a lot of my early books were menage stories, and nearly always featuring bisexual characters. (I know, you don't want icky girl cooties all over your hot men. Sorry.) Of the 4 new manuscripts I did this year, 3 were m/m, 1 was m/f. I find myself having to get back into the threesome frame of mind.

This novella has a few extra requirements. First, it has to be a het menage. The problem is that I don't really believe in heterosexual menage. Ya know, when three people are all in bed together, all the bits get to bouncing and parts start touching. You notice that in the sole m/f/m menage that I've written, (Soul Keeper) which featured twins with one women, they didn't actually all get it on at the same time. Twincest might do it for some, but for others...its a therapy issue in the real world. So...no more brothers/cousins, etc. (Except for Somians, but I can break my rules when I feel like it... and they're just pervs anyway!) Anyhow, I'm struggling with keeping it straight when one of my characters was clearly described as bisexual in a previous book.

Sigh...restrained homoerotica...here I come.

Next, its BDSM, which poses a really touchy problem. The heroine and one hero come from really tortured backgrounds. How can I take this poor damaged heroine, throw her with two men and then have them tie her up and flog her? How can the damaged hero trust himself to do that?

Hmmm....

Did I mention they're all werewolves? And the men don't really like each other?

Ah, back to the werewolf book of game plays for my Truckee Wolves. If I make her a dominant, non-alpha female with dominant, non-alpha males, that levels the playing field a bit. And if I have the game launch at her instigation...better...

Even better, make the top male of the pair very healthy, very secure in his masculinity, and very compassionate.

OK, I think I'm there. So stay tuned. This one is shaping up to be a wild ride!

Belinda
www.belindamcbride.com

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Adult Excerpt: Black Wolf! (m/m, shifters, BDSM)


Coming November 4/5 to Changeling Press!


The chase is on, but who is the hunter, and who is the prey?

Siberians live for the thrill of the chase; wolves exist for the joy of the capture. On a foolish dare, Jasper O’ Shea takes a gamble at Last Call, letting fate choose his lover for the night.

Detective Brutus “Brutal” Ballantine came to Last Call looking for something far different than a sly clever Siberian Husky. Yet when the call comes over the sound system, he finds himself unable to resist the lure of laughing blue eyes and a happy tail.


http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1479

M/M, Paranormal, shapeshifter, BDSM

Adult Excerpt:

Without warning, Brutal came down on top of him, pinning him to the floor with his bulk, and as hard as he struggled, Jasper was unable to escape. They lay like that for a moment, catching their breath and waiting for their hearts to slow their pace. Wicked teeth dug into Jasper’s nape, holding him in position.

Jasper groaned. Not in animal form! God only knew how it would feel if the wolf knotted him! He relaxed and let himself shift back to human, feeling the soft pile of the carpet under his belly. The wolf was pressed full length over his body, holding him in place.

“Okay… I submit!”

Jasper felt a shimmer of power, and then a very large, very aroused man took the place of the wolf. His body responded, his ass clenching even as his prick grew painfully hard. The carpet suddenly didn’t feel so good against his skin.

Brutal began to rock against him, pressing his erection into the hard muscle of Jasper’s thigh.

“You sure? I was just getting warmed up.” His voice was a growling rumble in Jasper’s ear. He rose to his knees, jerking Jasper’s ass into the air. “You want it dark and dirty, and I’m more than happy to comply, Red.”

“Jasper. The name’s Jasper.” He gasped. “And I’d appreciate lube if you’re planning on shoving that monster up me arse!”

Brutal began laughing, and let Jasper loose. He crawled away and turned, plopping down on his bottom. He grinned at the big man. “Gave you a good run, didn’t I?” He scooted back as Brutal began moving in his direction, still on hands and knees.

“Shut up.”

Hard lips came down on his, a rough tongue forced its way into Jasper’s mouth, and he gasped, trapped and unable to retreat any further. He had the wall at his back and a man the size of a wall to his front. He struggled briefly, and then submitted to the rough embrace, letting the wolf take out all his sexual frustration in the kiss.

Their teeth clicked, and Jasper ran his tongue over the wicked canines that hadn’t yet receded completely. When he tried to move, Ballantine’s hand tangled in his hair, holding his head in place.

Suddenly Ballantine had moved away. He was on his feet, reaching down to drag Jasper upright, hauling him bodily toward the bare, simple bed. Jasper was tossed through the air and landed on his back, his breath gusting out on impact. The beast followed, crawling across the mattress until he covered Jasper, pinning him in place.

“I win.” He grinned at Jasper.

“This round, perhaps.”

“It’s the moment that counts.” He continued up Jasper’s body until that flushed, rigid pole of his was hovering just over his lips. Jasper cocked a brow, looking up at the man who had him pinned in place.

“Suck.”

“Oh, such a romantic.”

He saw Brutal’s lips twitch in a smile. “You’ve been asking for it all night. It’s time to take what you asked for, Rover. Now suck.”

The head bumped against his lips and Jasper tilted his jaw back until it was sliding down under his chin. He turned his head, and it was wrenched back when a big hand anchored itself in his hair.

“Oh, fine. Just fine…” He opened his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue drag up the heavily veined underside of Brutal’s shaft. He turned his head slightly.

“This would be a bit easier if you’d get your knees off my arms.”

“Shut up.”

Jasper rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, swallowing down the engorged flesh as Brutal pushed in ruthlessly. He sucked hard enough to strip the chrome from a trailer hitch, watching as Brutal’s face went dark with shock and pleasure. Bastard wanted to get sucked off? Well, Jasper knew a thing or two about blowing a man.


http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1479


Monday, November 1, 2010

Its Raining Cover Art!





I have not one, but three to share with you!

Last Call Europe: Black Wolf will be available November 5 at Changeling Press: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=1479

The Myths and Magic anthology is now available at Dreamspinner Press: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?cPath=50&products_id=2007

Lucky in Red: Dos Lunas will be available in November at Passion in Print Press: http://www.passioninprint.com/future.php

Week 2 Winners!

Runner Up #1 is Barbara Elsborg (you get an e copy of Blacque/Bleu, or your choice of a book from my back list)

Runner Up #2 is Jason! (the numbers really like you!) I know you've read B/B, so you get a choice from my backlist.

Winner of the Christy Grandjean gift certificate is....Brandy B!

Drop me an email at belinda@belindamcbride.com so I can arrange for deliver of your gifts!

Thanks everyone!