Friday, May 25, 2018

VBT Waking to Black by V.H. Luis



Waking to Black
by V.H. Luis


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GENRE:   Erotic Romance


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BLURB:


He shattered my defenses, and I was fragile to begin with…

The first time I saw Adam Black, I was between the arms of a criminal, a gun to my throat and even then,
I knew I was staring at the most dangerous man in the room.

Maybe it was his confident, cerulean eyes, or the sex appeal radiating from his pores like heat waves
on a scorching day, but by proximity alone he made my vision blur and my heart stammer.

The day I was nearly killed in a bank hold-up, I began to live—because of him.

Now, I’m praying for the first time in years, hoping the scars of my past, the secrets I keep, don’t
interfere with my future…


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Excerpt Two:
“It must be difficult; constantly running away from anything remotely intimidating.”

It’s the dare in his voice that makes me turn my head, not the statement.

“Those are the words of someone who hasn’t gotten what they want.” Even as I’m speaking I know I’m the mouse in this cat and mouse game—I should walk away, but I can’t.

“What do you know about what I want?” He climbs the last step of the porch, his broad shoulders flexed.

Refusing to take the bait, I give him my back. Reaching for the door with my right hand, I’m halted by the strong pull of my left.

Before I can focus, his lips press against mine while his body traps me between him and the door. One of his hands runs over the curve of my waist while the other tangles in the curls of my hair, pulling on the strands and angling me so that he can have free reign. I moan, loving the possessive way he grips my body, and he takes the opportunity to dip his tongue inside my mouth. His taste is divine; it’s a heady mix of wine and passion. The remnants of my resistance melt as I meld against him, moving my hands over his stomach, and resting them on his belt buckle.

He pulls back with a quick nip to my bottom lip and my eyes pop open at the sudden jolt of pleasure-filled pain.

“Say you’ll do the mural,” he commands.

“Do you always get what you want?” I counter, gazing up at him from lowered lashes.

He rubs his cheek against mine so his lips hover over my ear.

“Persistence is a virtue.”
“I thought that was patience.”


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:


V.H. Luis is the author of the Black Series, an erotic romance trilogy that follows the love affair of
Evelyn Snowe and Adam Black. Her debut book WAKING to Black, will be released in 2018, and the
subsequent sequels FADING to Black, and SURRENDERING to Black, will follow shortly thereafter.


Welcome to my internet haven!
I’m a born and bred Miami Girl—and proud of it! I would wear shorts and flip-flops everyday of the week
if I could. Growing up in Miami, surrounded by my parent’s heritage has made me proud of my Cuban
ancestry. Cafecito and a guava pastry for breakfast? Yes, please! Salsa music while I tidy the house?
Of course.
If I’m not busy scribbling notes about the story pounding out of my head, I’m painting, listening to music,
or spending time with the love of my life—my son. If I decide to travel, I bring the whole family (in-laws
included), or at least I try to, because life is too short not to spend it with family; one of the many lessons
my father taught me.


My website:  https://vhluis.com/


The book will be free during the tour.


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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION :


V.H. Luis will be awarding a $25 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly drawn winner via
rafflecopter during the tour.

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Asta and the Barbarians by Becca Fox


Asta and the Barbarians
by Becca Fox


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This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Becca will be awarding custom made bookmarks, coasters, and magnets to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour.

GENRE: Fantasy

Asta heard about King Torvald's crusade and watched her people fortify the town's defenses, but she never imagined foreign invaders would come to her peaceful shores. In one fateful night, she loses everything she holds dear and somehow gains the favor of the warrior god. Has he given her the tools she needs for revenge or does he have a greater plan in store?










Read an Excerpt:

Excerpt Two:


“Why did you help me?” I asked. “I have nothing to give in return. You must have known that.”

Bryn smiled softly. “A very wise woman once said, ‘A world without kindness is a dark and hopeless place.’ And that isn’t the kind of world I wish to live in.”

My eyes stung with the coming of new tears.

Viggo rolled his eyes and turned to leave. “I’ll see you at dinner, Bryn.”

“Until then,” Bryn said over his shoulder. His glowing eyes fell on my face again. “What’s your name?”

“Asta.”

“I would like to hear your story, if you are willing and able to tell it, Asta.”

I rubbed my face against the blanket. “You won’t like it.”

“We are rarely fond of the truth,” Bryn said with a shrug. “Tell me anyway.”




About the Author:
Becca Fox was that strange girl in high school, who always seemed to have her nose in a book. She didn’t talk much because, more often than not, she was daydreaming about different fantasy worlds. During class, under the guise of taking notes, she wrote scenes for her works in progress.



Becca is a bit more social now but still enjoys reading, writing, and daydreaming. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, a fat orange tabby cat, and a forever-puppy. She has published three books to date, I Dare You to Love Me (a young adult romance), In the Dark (a new adult paranormal romance), and Asta and the Barbarians (a new adult fantasy.)



Links:


Blog: https://fanofthefiction.wordpress.com

Website: http://becca-fox.com/

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Becca-Fox/e/B076PTNPV9/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/17274613.Becca_Fox

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Bears_Goose1?lang=en

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/beccajfoxauthor

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/beccajayfox/

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rjagundez.5/?hl=en



Buy Links for Asta and the Barbarians:




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Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/803680


Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/asta-and-the-barbarians/id1359718982?mt=11


Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/asta-and-the-barbarians


Nook: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/asta-and-the-barbarians-becca-fox/1128197571



GIVEAWAY INFORMATION


Becca will be awarding custom made bookmarks, coasters, and magnets to a randomly drawn
winner via rafflecopter during the tour.


a Rafflecopter giveaway



Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: 



Deadly World Series Presented by Enchanted Anthologies


Vampires
in Paris
A
Deadly World Book 1
Presented
by Enchanted Anthologies


Genre:
Paranormal Romance

Presented
by Enchanted Anthologies. A Deadly World: Vampires in Paris is book
one of intertwined stories in the Paranormal, Dystopian
trilogy. 



After
the Vampires took over Earth in the great paranormal war, Humans have
become second-class citizens - working as slaves, in brothels, as
entertainers, or blood donors. In the heart of Paris. once known as
the most romantic city on earth, humans have gone into hiding,
gathering into groups and fighting back against the blood-sucking
demons. Although, some have betrayed their friends to cozy up to the
vampires and be in with a chance to turn into one themselves. The
world is divided, and Vampires are on top - and there’s only one
rule – You can’t fall in love with a human.


Prologue
by R. L. Weeks
Chosen
by Alana Greig
After
Paris Crumbled by Erin Lee
Only
Human by LJC Fynn
Le
Palais Royal by A. Maslo
Blood
Bonds by Alice La Roux
The
Twisted Sisters by K. L. Roth
Waiting
on Death by Chelsi Davis
Surviving
Paris by AJ Renee
Defeated
by Anke Van Zweel
Vive
La Resistance by Rita Delude

This
anthology is intended for readers ages 18 and over.







Vampires
in New York
A
Deadly World Book 2

After
the Vampires took over Earth in the great paranormal war, Humans have
become second-class citizens - working as slaves, in brothels, as
entertainers, or blood donors. 

New
York, excluding London, is one of the last big cities to still be
under vampire rule after the humans won against the Vampires in
Paris. 

In
the city that never sleeps, vampires thrive in their newfound
freedom. Joseph, the leader of them all, holds up in the Empire State
Building with his vicious daughter Sadie and the rest of the
Hierarchy. Their biggest focus? HAV. 

Humans
Against Vamps; an underground network of humans fighting back against
the blood-sucking demons. However, some humans will do anything to
become a vampire. Even betray their own kind. 
The
world is divided and Vampires are on top. Who will come out on top?







Enchanted
Anthologies publishes between twelve and fourteen anthologies a
year in the horror, fantasy, Thriller, and paranormal genres. 
Their
first anthology duology, Fractured Fairytales, won Best Anthology in
the Reality Bites Book Awards 2017. 






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the tour HERE
for exclusive content and a giveaway!





Don’t Cheat Me by Jackie May blitz


Don’t Cheat Me
Jackie May
(Nora Jacobs #2)
Publication date: May 21st 2018
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy
One month after Nora’s violent induction to the dangerous supernatural side of Detroit, she’s finally settling into her new life as the underworld’s token human. All she wants to do is mind her own business, enjoy her new friends, and stay safe. But that’s easier said than done when she’s such an enigma to everyone around her.
Thanks to her unique psychic abilities, she’s garnered a reputation for being mysterious and powerful. When the alpha of a local werewolf pack asks her to help him figure out who is stealing from him, she can’t say no, even though getting involved in pack business could have deadly repercussions.
While tangled up in a heap of werewolf troubles, Nora can’t quite shake her old vampire problem, either. Henry is practically stalking her, Parker is breaking down the walls around her heart, and Nora’s blatant fear of the blood-sucking monsters is a delicious temptation for the natural predators.
Nora’s succubus friend, Cecile, believes throwing her a “coming out” party into underworld society is the best way to solve all of her problems, but Nora disagrees. If the vampires and werewolves don’t kill her, Cecile’s party planning definitely will.
This is book 2 in the Nora Jacobs series and should be read after book 1. It is a slow burn reverse harem series.
EXCERPT:
“Hey, sexy, how about you bring a shot of Angelfire and that pretty little ass over here.”
I pour a shot of the fey alcohol and bring it to the tactless man with a forced smile. As I take the cash he lays out on the counter, he grabs my arm and pulls me close. “You know, I’ve never had a human before—they’re not usually worth my time—but I’d make an exception for you.”
I yank my arm back. “Not interested, thanks.”
I start to walk away, so he quickly downs his shot and asks for another. “What’s the matter? Think you’re too good to bed an underworlder?”
I smirk as I fill his shot glass with another round of the light blue liquid. “Nope. Just too good for cocky assholes.”
I don’t have time to regret running my mouth off before the man has me by the throat and is pulling me across the counter to his seething face. “I’ll show you manners, human. You’re nothing but an insect in my world. A plaything. And now you’ll be mine. I’ll have you begging for death for all eternity.”
His thoughts are scarier than his words. He plans to follow through on his threat. He knows many fey in the winter court that keep human pets. He’s never seen the appeal, but now he wants nothing more than to humiliate me and make me suffer. And maybe he’ll eat me once he’s bored of the torture.
His grip is so strong I can’t breathe, but before I start to see spots in my vision, Wulf and Nick rip me apart from the psychotic winter faerie. Wulf has me behind him, using his body to physically shield me, while Nick has the faerie laid out on the bar by his throat. The man is wailing in pain, and it takes me a moment to figure out it’s because Nick’s buried a dagger in the man’s shoulder, hilt deep. Judging from the screams of pain, the dagger is made of iron, which is poisonous to faeries. “What was that about begging for death for all eternity?” Nick asks. “Is that how you like to play?”
“But she’s human,” the faerie cries, as if that justifies his actions.
Wulf growls at this, and his whole body begins to shake. I place a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. I’ve heard that werewolves like physical touch, and a gesture to tell him I’m all right should help with his protective instincts. I’ve never seen a werewolf shift, and I don’t really want to see one now while he’s pissed and I’m trapped behind a bar with him. I want to say something soothing, but honestly, I’m too scared to get any words out. That faerie has a dark, twisted mind.
“She is an employee of this club and Terrance’s only clan,” Nick says.
The fey’s eyes pop wide open. “She’s his clan?”
“His first.” Nick nods. “And he’s especially fond of her. So I would advise you to leave her alone. In fact, I bet you’re a dead man walking once Terrance figures out you’re the asshole who put the bruises around her neck.”
Nick’s eyes do that thing they do when he gets really pissed. The pupils turn into vertical slits. It’s freaky looking. He also emits some kind of power. I can’t really explain it. I don’t know what kind of underworlder Nick is. It’s rude to ask, and he’s never offered the information up. But it’s something totally badass that scares even the nastiest underworlders. Mr. Creepy Fey Man is squirming under his grip, looking like he’s about to piss himself. “I’m sorry,” he whines. “I didn’t know who she was. I’ll leave. Just let me up before Terrance comes.”
“Maybe we should leave him pinned to the bar for a while,” Wulf says, making the fey’s eyes go wide again. “That’ll send the message that Nora is off limits, which might appease Terrance.”
I can’t help the way my mouth falls open. “You’re not serious.”
Wulf gives me a grim look. “This man disrespected Terrance’s staff. That won’t go unpunished—house rules.”
“Terrance will kill him for touching you, unless we punish him first,” Nick adds, backing up Wulf’s claims.
They’re not kidding. They plan to keep this guy staked to the counter the way he is. The underworld runs on a different set of rules. It’s brutal and dangerous. If I want to survive it, I need to learn to stomach the darker side of it and trust those who have my well-being at heart.
“Okay,” I say, since both Wulf and Nick seem to be waiting for my approval. It’s not that hard to agree, considering how evil the man’s thoughts were. “Let’s leave him for a while.”
“Put a sign on him so everyone knows,” Nick says.
Wulf writes a note on a pad that says I touched the human girl. He puts it on the faerie’s chest. “Hold this, and don’t drop it.”
The man grips the message and holds it against his chest where everyone who gets close can read it. But he’s squirming, swearing, sweating, and hollering about the pain. I have no doubt it hurts. Nick has no sympathy for him. “Shut your mouth,” he says, touching the dagger’s hilt and twisting it ever so slightly, causing the faerie to scream in real agony. “This is a tender mercy. Stop whining, or I’ll put this dagger through your heart to shut you up.”
I’m not surprised when the faerie shuts his mouth and keeps his discomfort to mild whimpers from then on. If Nick had looked at me the same way he looked at that guy just now, I’d find a way to forget about the pain, too.


Author Bio:
Jackie May is a pseudonym for a husband and wife writing team. Josh and Kelly live in Phoenix, Arizona with their four children and their cat, Mr. Darcy. Jackie May is their only daughter. (And she keeps asking for her cut of the profits since we’re using her name.)

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Royal Service by Leslie North blitz


Royal Service
Leslie North
(Royals of Danovar)
Publication date: May 24th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
King Phillip is a real life Prince Charming. Golden haired with a Danovian accent, and a solid gold crown sitting on his head, he’s every girl’s daydream. He’s a good man and an even better king, but the one thing he’s been terrible at is choosing a royal wife — fearing a marriage that’s more about policy than passion. But when his mother invites all the eligible maidens to The Summer House Party, Phillip is trapped in a real-life Bachelor where he won’t have the option of quietly splitting from the girl after the party is over — he’ll be wed to her for life.
Ella Fernstone is tired of being the family servant. After her father died, Ella was receded to the basement as her stepmother began a full court press to cultivate her own daughters. Ella’s ready to escape the hot mess of a home that she grew up in by finally pursuing her dream of competitive riding: something she’s been preparing her whole life to do. All she has to do is marry one of her step sisters off to the King of Danovar to finally find her freedom. It couldn’t be that hard right?
That was until Ella was the first to fall for the King’s dashing good looks and an offer to ride off with him into the sunset. Ella is hesitant — a Queen’s life was still one of servitude, but it’s hard to ignore the pull of a handwritten love letter and a skillfully delivered kiss. Phillip too is caught up in seducing what he never expected to find: an eligible woman he might just learn to love. But when the reality of a royal marriage comes crashing down, Phillip and Ella must decide if they can risk their hearts, or their freedoms, on the chance of true love.
EXCERPT:
King Phillip Gregory Humbert Alcott knelt beside his favorite vintage Indian motorcycle, grease coating his hands, and wished he could stay there forever. Or better yet, finish fixing it up and then just ride off into the sunset. Unfortunately, the sun’s current angle in the mid-afternoon sky put the kibosh on that plan—not to mention the gaggle of women halfway down the drive, any one of whom he was supposed to marry.
Phillip loosened the rear axle nut with a grunt, putting more effort into it than was strictly necessary. A strand of his long blond hair swung loose and he pushed it aside with his forearm. Fixing up his motorcycles usually brought him peace, but lately, with his thirtieth birthday looming, there was hardly any peace for him in the whole of Danovar. According to his country’s law—not to mention his mother’s insistance—he was supposed to choose his queen by the time he turned thirty. And seeing as he’d managed to successfully ignore that law for the last twenty-nine years and nine months, now he had exactly three months left to pick a bride. His mother’s way of “helping” him achieve that goal was to gather all the eligible ladies for a weeks-long party at the Summer House, so that he might pick one to marry before the impending deadline.
The ladies had been arriving all day, and the group at the other end of the drive was among the last of the bunch. Dressed in their jewel-toned finery, they looked like a flock of peacocks, fluttering around and clucking amongst themselves while they assessed the Summer House with openly calculating gazes, not even noticing him kneeling there covered in oil and engine grease.
His mouth twisted. One of those oblivious women might well be his future wife.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to get married. In fact, he’d always been enamored with the idea of growing old with a woman he loved—but that was the problem. During this party he wasn’t so much picking a wife as he was choosing a queen, someone who was capable of ruling Danovar at his side. That meant he would never marry for love, and having seen his parents and grandparents live through loveless marriages, he knew it was nothing to look forward to. He wished there was a way for his duty and love to go hand in hand but it just wasn’t in the stars, and being king meant putting his country before his own desires.
He allowed the rear wheel to slide in the swingarm a bit, blowing out a breath and rolling his shoulders to try to get the tension out of his muscles as he returned to his bike. It wasn’t what he wanted that mattered, he reminded himself. It was what his people needed. And if his people needed one of these scheming peacocks to be his wife, then that’s what they would damn well get.
But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy himself a bit first. Sneak off, spend a few hours on the road, just him and the sunset and the cherry-red bike roaring beneath him. Once he could manage to focus long enough to get the damn drive chain tightened, this beauty would ride like the wind. He’d be sure to get back in time to give the opening speech tonight, of course—shirking his duties was no way to start his search for a queen—but he just needed a little freedom, a little time to himself.
One last limo pulled in, carrying the final load of ladies who were here to vie for the royal engagement ring. Two women who looked like sisters climbed out and stared up at the Summer House, but at least they looked more like they were appreciating its beauty than calculating how much money the crystal chandeliers and extravagant stables were worth. These two were attractive enough, he supposed, and in other circumstances he might not have minded flirting with them. In fact, maybe he could simply pretend he was his brother Eric tonight—then he could flirt with anything in a dress and it could all be fun and games, rather than the official business of the crown.
The women’s servant was standing at the rear of the limo, efficiently unloading the designer luggage. Now with her, he’d love to do more than flirt. She was sexy as hell from behind, clad in a crisp outfit that screamed personal assistant. It also screamed I have a nice ass. Her golden hair was caught up in a bouncy ponytail, and the second he saw it he couldn’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to wrap those golden locks around his hand, tug her head back and angle her just right for a scorching-hot kiss, to run his other hand across those delicious curves and then down, down, down even further, until she was panting and trembling and neither of them could remember their own names.
He tightened the axle back in place and set his tools in their box, wiping his hands on a rag as he contemplated her. It had been a long time since a woman had affected him this strongly, this quickly—but judging from the efficient, completely un-self-conscious way she was juggling her bosses’ luggage, she had no idea she was drop-dead gorgeous. Her innocence was refreshing after all the stuffy gold-diggers he’d watched drive up, who he’d now have to spend the next few weeks courting.
He stood, dropped the rag, and straddled his bike. He’d just been thinking he needed an escape, and now he couldn’t conceive of a better one than shirking tonight’s duties to spend some quality time with the gorgeous creature in front of him. Usually his flings had to go through layers of security checks before he was alone with them, but he was feeling restless and reckless, and the beauty in front of him would be the perfect cure for that.
Decision made, he revved the engine.


Author Bio:
Leslie North is the pen name for a critically-acclaimed author of women's contemporary romance and fiction. The anonymity gives her the perfect opportunity to paint with her full artistic palette, especially in the romance and erotic fantasy genres.
The truth of the matter is she loves her fictional persona, Leslie North, more than her normal, day-to-day persona! Her bestselling books focus on strong characters and particularly women who aren't afraid to challenge an alpha male. Inspired after years of travel, her stories are set all over the world, from the tough streets of Russia to the beautiful beaches of the middle east.
Leslie fell in love with romance when she first picked up a scrappy, dog-eared romance book from her local library. She began writing soon after and the rest, as they say, was history. She now lives in a cozy cottage on the British coast and enjoys taking long walks with her two Dalmatians, George and Fergie.
She LOVES reader feedback, and if you have any comments, don't hesitate to contact her via e-mail: leslie@leslienorthbooks.com.

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Blizzard by Cambria Heber


Blizzard
Cambria Hebert
(BearPaw Resort #2)
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense, Thriller
An arctic blast is coming…
Fleeing to the wintry town of Caribou was always meant to be temporary,

BearPaw Resort just a place to hide.

Never in a million years did I expect that running back to the past

would bring me face to face with my future.

But it did, and now everyone I love is in danger.

I’ve already escaped death three times, and I know my luck is running out.

I’m left looking over my shoulder, watching and waiting,

knowing they’re coming

But when?

Hiding is impossible when the mob wants you erased,

and I love Liam far too much to try to disappear.

The more time I spend with him, the more I realize how much he needs me.

A darkness lurks inside him, and the colder it gets, the more I see it in his eyes.

So here I am, more afraid than ever before.

Giving up isn’t an option. Giving in will get us killed.

A blizzard is brewing on our mountain,

more frigid than anything we’ve ever felt.

With everything we ever wanted at stake, the only option is to fight.
When life turns arctic…

Who will survive the blast?
Book 1 in the series:



Author Bio:
Cambria Hebert is an award winning, bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair.
Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house).
Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: The Hashtag Series, Text, Torch, and Tattoo.
Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.

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The Red Queen by S. Nano






The Red Queen

Adventures in Fetishland

Book One
S. Nano




Genre: BDSM/Fetish/Fantasy

Publisher: eXcessica

Date of Publication: 18th May 2018

Word Count: 78,000

Cover Artist: Kevin Blisse

Tagline: A girl’s journey into submission in a BDSM/fetish fantasy world.

Book Description:

In this BDSM reinvention of Alice in Wonderland, Kim’s life takes an unexpected twist when she is taken from the massage parlour where she works into a fetish fantasy world ruled over by the Red Queen, a powerful dominatrix.

There, an intense psychological drama is played out between the two women as Kim enters a journey into submission.

The Red Queen assumes different characters who torment Kim in a series of trials ranging from the funny and strange to the sadistic and erotic. Kim is lured deeper into this world by hints the Red Queen knows something about her past.

Why has she been chosen to serve this powerful female? Why is the Red Queen so interested in her? When Kim finally finds out the truth, it is shocking and bizarre.


Reviews

Wow, this book starts off hot and it doesn’t let up for a moment – Raunchy Reader

This is a powerful read, and one that demands you submit yourself to the power of the tale– Bending the Bookshelf

This book grabbed my attention from the first page and had me staying up late in the night to read more…Uber hot book. Whew!! – Erzabet Enchantments

O.M.G!! This book is kinky and hot.  – Books, Books and More Books



Excerpt:

The metal tips
of her stiletto shoes clicked against the black-and-white chequer-board floor
tiles; each step instinctively, without thought or effort, alternating between
black and white. As she made her stately progress across the tiled floor, she
mused on the aptness of the symbolism that reflected the extremities of the
world she inhabited and held sway over: darkness and light, cruelty and
kindness, pain and pleasure, humiliation and reward. She commanded over her
domain like a chess master playing a twisted and beautifully imagined chess
game in which she, the Red Queen with a black heart, orchestrated proceedings
and her slaves were pawns. She stood before her gothic mirror and admired her
image reflected within its black cast-iron frame. The Queen of Hearts was
ready.
“How do I look
Duchess?” she asked, turning to her transvestite companion and lady-in-waiting.
“I’m speechless,
madam, really I am. You look absolutely stunning, a true fetish red queen,” she
answered.
She examined her
image in the mirror carefully appraising every detail of her dress and make-up
to ensure it met her exacting standards. She held her body upright and smoothed
the shiny metallic red PVC panel of the ankle-length skirt, straightened her
ruby encrusted tiara and made a final adjustment to the black heart-shaped
choker around her neck. Yes, she thought, she looked perfect. 
She turned and
stepped off the black-and-white floor tiles taking a few steps to face one of
the male slaves who served in her realm. His wrists were secured with leather
cuffs, which had a rope attached to them and threaded through a metal ring
fixed into the ceiling pulled tight so that his arms were stretched out. His
ankles were similarly bound in leather cuffs and secured to rings set in the
floor, his legs stretched just wide enough to cause discomfort but for the
soles of his feet to lie flat on the black carpeted floor.
Hanging from him
his balls was a large cast-iron ball weight forged into the letter ‘N’. ‘N’ for
Nemesis, the Queen of Hearts smiled to herself, the name taken from the Greek
goddess of fate and retribution and one of the personas she adopted in the
fetish fantasy realm she had created and ruled over. She lifted the weight up
and traced her finger along the letter and then let it drop heavily. The
blindfolded man gasped as the velocity of the falling weight stretched his
balls. The Red Queen merely laughed sadistically at his predicament. She
gestured to the Duchess who, silently and secretly, stood behind her helpless
victim and lifted the blindfold from his eyes to reveal the vision of his mistress
transformed into the Queen of Hearts.
The cruel
piercing blue eyes, framed in ruby streaked ebony hair, met her victim’s as the
blindfold was removed permitting him to feast his eyes on her. He gasped and
then moaned in homage at the formidable and ravishing presence before him. She
stood there, her heaving cleavage held tight in a shiny electric red PVC bodice
festooned with black hearts and framed with a ruff in gold. This is the part I
love, she mused. The look in their eyes when she reveals herself; that look of
mesmerised devotion mixed with fear, fear of the unknown, fear of the seductive
torment they know she is capable of inflicting on them. 
“So, are you
ready to submit to the Queen of Hearts?” her voice whispered with more than a
hint of playfulness mingled with the malice.
“Yes mistress,”
was the breathless reply.
“Mistress?” the
inflection of her voice was raised and indignant, “Do you think that’s the
correct form of address for the Red Queen?”
“No your
majesty. I mean your majesty. Of course, I mean your majesty.”



About the Author:



S. Nano is a writer of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy or historical settings drawing on the themes of female domination, BDSM and fetish but often with a seam of quirky humour running through them.

Adventures in Fetishland Book One: The Red Queen is the 2nd edition of his first full length novel. ‘Mistress of the Air’, a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure and ‘La Contessa’ a BDSM novel set in 18th century Venice have also been published by eXcessica. His novellas and short stories have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing.

He is a regular participant in reading slams at ‘Smut by the Sea’ and similar events in the UK, contributing a workshop ‘Kinking Up the Past’, on getting inspiration for erotic stories in historical settings, in 2015.

He has been known to dress up as a Fetish Hatter to promote his work.