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Showing posts with label femme domme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label femme domme. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Dos Lunas is a Top Pick at TRR!

Dos Lunas just picked up its first review....and its a doozie! Its a Top Pick at The Romance Reviews! Thank you to Rho for this exceptional review:

The Romance Review

This little gem was so much more than I ever expected.

Diego Lobos is the middle of three brothers and he's always felt not quite good enough when compared to his brothers. So, when he sees Victoria Talbot, although he's extremely attracted to her, he knows the sophisticated ice queen is out of his league.

Victoria Talbot is a journalist, researching a story about werewolves in the sleepy Texas town where she's living. She never expected to find Diego at the center of her story or her desires. But after a glimpse inside his hidden nature, she knows that she's got something that he needs.

The story starts off with Diego and Victoria having some sexually charged banter, and you know that they are it for each other. The chemistry and underlying naughtiness between them is absolutely delicious. Then, the story just turned me on my ear when the author drops the hint that Diego is sexually submissive. YES, this hunky, totally yummy werewolf is a sub. And lo and behold, Victoria is a Domme.

From there, that was all she wrote, folks. I was totally hooked. The story revolved around their relationship, the Domme/sub interaction was there, but there were also secrets that Victoria was holding onto. Not to mention the fact that she was trying to expose Diego and his pack.

I loved that the growth of both Diego and Victoria was so wonderfully written. Diego grew more comfortable in his skin with the acceptance of his submissive nature, and Victoria found that she wants to be with someone more than just playing. Put that together with the whole werewolf, mating, paranormal twist aspect of the book, and I was totally entranced.

This is a short story. It's actually part of a print anthology, but what the author did in a little over100 pages was build a world around Sleeping Dog, Texas--complete with visits to a Dallas dungeon, characters like the elderly Domme Rosa, and plot filled with romance, suspense, and shifter action.

And don't let me forget the hot sex. I'm usually not a fan of FemDom, but let me tell you...Whew! There's this one scene in the dungeon where she has all of these feathers and Diego is bound and blindfolded. YUMMY! Wow, I just don't even know what to say. Sex wasn't the focus of the story, but the author certainly made it a memorable aspect to say the least.

I could probably go on and on about this story, but I think you get the gist. It's hot, it's romantic, it's intriguing and suspenseful. It so much more than I expected, I felt like I unearthed a secret treasure.

Belinda McBride really has a unique way of blending different romantic sub-genres in a voice that I can really identify with. I can't wait to read more of her work, I've loved everything I've read from her so far.

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.

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