Spotlight on Kayelle Allen and Keeper of my Pleasure

I'm so excited to welcome my next guest. My friend and fellow author, Kayelle Allen stopped by to tell us about her recent release, Keeper of my Pleasure, available now from Ellora's Cave! 

Be sure to leave a comment for Kayelle today because she has a very special giveaway! 
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Welcome Kayelle Allen!

Keeper of My Pleasure by Kayelle Allen

Rai trusts Koo to submit. To keep him, she must trust her heart.

A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora's Cave
This book is in the Taboo line -- one of the Ellora's Cave Quickies

Blurb

A recent college graduate, Koo hires Rai as his attorney after thieves total his car and then dare to sue him. She wins, and takes him out to celebrate. Dinner leads to the hottest sex in his life, and a long-term relationship as her submissive. He adores the way she makes him feel, and the way she makes him burn. He longs to show her he has more to offer. He has a heart, and it's hers, if only she'll let him give it.

A successful attorney in her late thirties, Rai has a penchant for handsome young men with long hair. Koo, her newest client, becomes more than her usual boy toy. He likes being tied up and whipped, and he yields the way she'd always dreamed. But he has a future ahead of him, and she's a jaded lawyer. He wants sex, not love. Right? He wouldn't stay with her forever. She trusts him to submit. To keep Koo, Rai is going to have trust her heart.

Excerpt:

This scene takes place in Rai Whethen's estate home. She and Koo Ayakura have spent the evening enjoying dinner, flirting, anticipating their session, and now it's time for him to perform for his mistress.

In Rai's bedroom, Koo stood before her. She'd stretched out on the bed and was watching him, hands tucked behind her head, legs crossed at the ankles.

"I'm ready to see you strip, Koo. Do you need music?" She lifted one eyebrow.

"No, mistress, but if you want music, I'll use it."

"Hmm." She picked up a remote and pointed it. A dance tune started, and she skipped it, listened a moment, and skipped again. Two more songs and she turned it off. "No. I only want you. No distractions. Strip for me." She tucked her hands behind her head again. Quite unlike her, she added, "Please."

Koo began by unfastening his hair. Straight, healthy, it reached halfway to his waist, and shone like raven's wings. He'd inherited it from his Japanese father. His Irish mother had imparted the splash of freckles across his nose and shoulders, and grey eyes. Rai liked his hair down, and he ran his fingers through the long tresses, shook his head, and let it fall.

Rai's eyes gleamed, and she licked her lips.

He lifted one foot at a time to unfasten the plain black shoes, and slipped them off, pulling off each sock. He crossed his arms over his chest, slowly opened them, and pulled his tuxedo coat down his shoulders. It slipped down his arms, and he caught it, held it, and then slid it all the way off and tossed it over the hassock.

He reached up to the front of the vest, unfastened it one button at a time, doing it as slow as he could, taking care to keep her gaze on his hands. He pulled it open, let it slip down his arms, and then caught it at his elbows. He crossed his hands over his chest, hands spread.

Rai pushed herself up, hands braced on the bed.

Koo opened his arms, and let the vest fall. He caught it, tossed it after the jacket.

He opened each button on the shirt with the same slow care. Rai tugged up her skirt, and sat with legs folded, watching him like a cat in front of a mouse hole.

He opened the cufflinks, slid them into his pockets, and then shrugged out of his shirt. He held the collar between his teeth, folded the sleeves, and laid it aside.

Rai chewed on a knuckle, but didn't speak.

He reached over his back, pulled off the T-shirt in one move, and cast it onto the pile of clothes. Bare from the waist up, he tucked his hands behind his head, lifted his hair, and let it fall over his shoulders. He'd always worked out; he also ran, and swam. He knew his body pleased women. But the way Rai looked at him, as if he were a tasty treat she craved... that made this more than a strip show. He was preparing himself for his lover.

Koo unfastened the waistband of his trousers, lowered the zipper, and then eased them partway down.

He'd worn nothing underneath.The tuxedo's material against his cock had aroused, and he'd been semi-erect all night. Knowing what Rai planned, he'd been hard from the moment they'd left the club and headed home. Now, as he dropped the pants and stepped out of them, his cock stood upright, ready to play.

"Oh, baby." Rai held out her hands to him. "Come here, Koo."

He walked over to the bed, and stood with hands behind him, offering all he was. Please let her see how much I love doing this. How much I love her.

Rai reached out and fondled his cock, sliding a hand along his length. "You're beautiful, Koo. I can hardly wait to get you tied up." She climbed off the bed. "Come with me."

Inside Scoop: Our hero willingly submits to his Dom lady love and all her toys in their BDSM play, including whips and bindings and more.

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Word count: 7170
Genre: BDSM Romance

ISBN: 9781419946592
Author: Kayelle Allen
Editor: Victoria Reese

Cover art: Ellora's Cave
Publisher: Ellora's Cave
Trailer for Keeper of My Pleasure http://youtu.be/pXmsf8gb6DI
Music is "Road Adventure" from iStockPhoto, used with permission.

Giveaway

Inside Peek: Keeper of My Pleasure This free, illustrated eBook provides insight about the book, its characters, and its creation. When you click the link, it will either offer you a download, or open in a new window, depending on your settings. To read it, you need Adobe Reader, available free. http://is.gd/meet_Rai_and_Koo

About the Author

Kayelle Allen is a multi-published, EPIC Award winning author. She writes Contemporary Romance, Gay Romance, Erotic Science Fiction Romance, Mainstream Fantasy, BDSM, and non-fiction. She likes to attend Science Fiction conventions, and has been a speaker at DragonCon, Outlantacon, and Gaylaxicon. Kayelle is the founder of the author-mentoring group Marketing for Romance Writers, and manages the successful Romance Lives Forever blog. She is a US Navy Veteran, and founded the graphics and eBook conversion company The Author's Secret. Kayelle is married to her personal hero, and makes her home in the southeast.
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Release Day for Sex Slave by Natalie Acres

The following is an excerpt and promotion for Sex Slave. It is not for the faint at heart.



Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Spanking, Suspension Bondage, MFM/BDSM, Submissive Auction




This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, April 1st.



[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, flogging, whipping, sex toys, HEA]



Trying to outrun a destructive relationship, Kimberly Cartwell finds passion and protection through the love and admiration of two powerful Doms. Unveiling secrets about Kimberly’s past, Wyatt Clanton and Sebastian Ketchum purchase Kimberly’s time at a lifestyle benefit auction and prepare a rigorous submissive training program, one destined for an unwelcomed interruption.



International trouble follows Kimberly to Sebastian Ketchum’s estate. Once Kimberly is abducted, Sebastian and Wyatt are determined to find her. Pooling their resources, Sebastian and Wyatt discover Kimberly and her abductor at a South Carolina exhibitionism club. Realizing there is only one way to shield Kimberly from her past, Sebastian and Wyatt plan a train trip.



During their travels, Wyatt and Sebastian learn Kimberly not only wants to serve and please, but she is also interested in extreme BDSM. As she escapes a man who nearly ruined her, Kimberly surrenders free will by placing her faith and trust in the two men who have waited years to love her.


Excerpt:


“Holy hell.” Sebastian released a guttural growl and turned his gaze to the ceiling.


Wyatt’s mouth dried as he processed.



All heads turned upward as a collective gasp fell across the crowd.



“Remind me to punish her for this,” Sebastian said.



“You’ll have to beat me to it,” Wyatt promised, glaring at the auctioneer.



Jaelon stood at the edge of the runway, making his presence there known. He flashed Wyatt and Sebastian a smile.



“If that rope snaps, I’ll fire him on the spot.”



“You should fire him for letting her agree to suspension bondage,” Wyatt pointed out.



“Who would’ve thought she would do something like this!”



The auctioneer tapped the microphone. “Gentlemen, meet Kimberly Cartwell.”



The cables snapped and Kimberly went flying through the air. Her flight was graceful, elegant, and certain to command attention, not to mention high bids for her time.



“What the hell was she thinking?”



Wyatt jerked. “She wants to show her willingness to explore placement in vulnerable situations.”



“Point taken,” Sebastian grumbled, acting as if he might leap from his seat and rush the stage.



As Kimberly’s stats were given, the auctioneer’s voice seemingly faded away. Wyatt watched Kimberly soar across the limited area hovering over the runway. In full suspension, Kimberly’s weight was supported by cables as the men on either side of the stage maneuvered her body across the crowd.



Hogtied in a horizontal teardrop suspension, Kimberly’s limbs were secured behind her back, forcing her voluptuous chest forward and exposing her crotch area.



“She did this for spite,” Wyatt pointed out.



“What did you do to piss her off?”



“Who would know,” Wyatt said.



Those in control of the overhead suspension points pulled her from one side to another. She was lowered over each potential bidder. One gentleman after another appraised her body, many of them nearly foaming at the mouth as they witnessed the eagerness of one woman’s willingness to submit.



“What is she?” Sebastian asked.



“An angel,” Wyatt suggested as her body inched closer to the air space above his head.



Every muscle in his body tightened as she came closer. Hard-core fantasies left him snagging ideas and placing them in his memory for safekeeping.



“Dear Lord, do you see that?” Sebastian asked, his tone strewn with lust of a different sort, a wantonness he apparently didn’t mind to voice. His expression changed as soon as her body passed over their heads.



“Gentlemen, all of you have had time to view our lovely participant this evening. As you can see, she is receptive to all forms of bondage and submission. We’ve never had a participant project such willingness in any of our auctions.”



The crowd cheered. Several men gave her a standing ovation.



The auctioneer continued, “When Miss Cartwell arrived this evening, she wore—”



As the auctioneer described Kimberly’s earlier attire, something out of the ordinary happened. Wyatt’s body went rigid. He tightly clenched his fists. “I’m jealous as hell.”



“Yeah, I hear ya,” Sebastian said, apparently unable to look away from her.



Silver clamps encased her pretty beaded nipples with the tiny claws barely visible against her dark areolas. Her bare, recently waxed mound made him as hard as granite, but those glistening pussy lips were almost his undoing.



“She’s wearing dual remotes,” Sebastian said, acting as if he were ready to leap to the stage, demand her release, and piss off more than half the men there. “What the hell was she thinking?”



Wyatt pointed out the obvious. “The auction is for a good cause. By agreeing to the hogtie, blindfold, suspension bondage, dual dildos, and nipple clamps, she will definitely go to the highest bidder with the deepest pockets.”



“Hell! I may not be able to afford her now!” Sebastian bellowed.



The thought had crossed Wyatt’s mind as soon as he eyed the men seated directly across from them. Ranchers from Texas, the Dillon brothers had more money than Sebastian. To make matters worse, they were whispering back and forth, shifting in their seats, and showing one another their cell phones.



“They’re figuring out the math,” Sebastian said, leaning closer. “They’re deciding how much they’ll spend on her per hour.”



“Any idea how much they’ll go?” Wyatt asked.



“A million an hour is what they paid for a submissive in New York last year. She was a fetish model who was well known for her suspension tricks, but she didn’t enter the arena like this. In fact, she’d gone to auction with an attitude and a half. She’d worn street clothes.”



“Let’s hope they like the defiance.”



“Let’s not,” Sebastian bit out. “Anyone can see that’s precisely what this is.”



Wyatt wondered about that, too. “You think she wants Neely to know about this?”



“Yes,” Sebastian replied. “And that pisses me off.”



“If she wants to make him angry, she may still care about him,” Wyatt pointed out.



“She’s bound to him because of the mind control he practiced.”



“You’d better come up with a plan,” Wyatt said, noticing the auctioneer taking a moment to retrieve his cell phone as well. “Our friend there is making comparisons. I can only imagine what the opening bid will be.”



“Gentlemen, we’re starting the bid at one million,” he said, the jibber-jabber of auctioneer lingo beginning.



“Two and a half,” one of the Texas billionaires called out.



“We have two and a half,” the auctioneer said, searching the crowd.



Wyatt glanced up at Kimberly. A gag stretched her lips wide, but he could tell by her flushed cheeks and her extended nipples—she was mighty impressed with the high bid on the table.



“Three,” Sebastian said.



“We have three. Who’ll pay three and a half?”



“Four.” The bid came in right away, and Wyatt ducked his head.



“It’s a good cause, remember,” he said, probing Sebastian.



“Six and a half,” Sebastian called out. “I see no reason to diddle-daddle around. She can’t hang around up there forever.”



“Ten million,” the brothers sang together.



Wyatt jerked. “Apparently they don’t want to dance either.”



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