Last and First

Sally “Micky” MacDonald is wrapping up work at the library. As the last person out the door, she sets the alarm. To her shock, an intruder enters the building right before she leaves the premises.

An exasperated Quinn Coleman cannot believe that her absent-minded partner has once again forgotten a significant first in their relationship. She sets out to prove her point oh-so-deliciously.

THE LIBRARIAN is a lesbian erotic role play fantasy romance written by Jacintha Topaz. Due to the sexy situations found in this book, the content is only suitable for readers 18 years of age and older.

Excerpt

​Quinn eyed the gods that be in the ceiling and stared right back down at her. “I knew it. I knew you’d forget. That’s exactly why I’m here. I knew that I’d need to punish you.”

“What?!” Sally widened her eyes in alarm. “Hey, no way! You charged in here like this. You should be the one punished for scaring the living batshit out of me.”

“Micky.”

This time, the pet name spoken in that husky yet commanding voice had the desired effect on Sally. She suddenly realized Quinn’s intent to play with her, to scene. Here. In her office!

Flabbergasted speechless, Sally watched as Quinn moved over to Sally’s desk with complete and unbridled entitlement. Quinn removed Sally’s sculpted bamboo backscratcher from its nail and pointedly rapped on the desk.

“Here, Micky,” Quinn said. “This is where I want your ass.”

Sally gaped at Quinn. “Here? You’re insane!”

Quinn smiled with such predatory intent that Sally back-crawled and bumped against the wall. Crouching to her level, Quinn grinned, “I think this is the perfect place to celebrate.”

“Huh?”

“You’re going to read me a bedtime story.”

“That can be done at home,” Sally grumbled. “No need to assail me at work and catch me off guard.”

“Oh, I think you’ll like this one.” Quinn retrieved a small postcard-size printout stapled into some form of flip book. “I can’t wait for story time.”

Quinn waggled her eyebrows. The absurdity of reading a children’s book, one of her usual daytime duties, was such a mismatch that Sally harrumphed and got off her bummed ass.

Mariah glanced up beside her to locate the source of the bedroom voice. All breathing ceased function as she locked eyes upon the handsome suited stranger. Captivating brown eyes, regal nose, full jaw and striking cheek bones—the man was a looker.

And those lips? Sinfully bitable.

Mariah clamped her mouth shut to keep her jaw from trembling or dropping to the floor. Plus, she had to prevent herself from flat out drooling. No need to feed an oversized ego. If this man was Geneva’s version of handsome, then Geneva was probably right on the money about his silver platter status. With looks like his, Mariah doubted that the man had ever seen rejection in his life. Who would turn down someone so deliciously stunning?

“Clark Mannings,” the man said, holding out his hand for a shake. “Mannings Industries.”

“Mariah Olsen,” she answered, taking his hand for a firm shake. “Heartisan Foods.”

“In the flesh,” he said, somewhat pleased. “You’ve done an amazing job whipping that place into shape, given the short time you’ve been there.”

“Oh?” Mariah raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, she was curious about Mannings Industries. She’d never heard of the company before. Now, she wondered what kind of company it was for this man—a CEO, according to the pre-printed name tag—to know anything about her and her company.

“Entrepreneur Now,” he answered, as if understanding her unspoken question.

“I don’t pay any attention to the media,” Mariah said, thinking of Annika’s open dislike of the frequent partial news coverage. Case in point, Mariah did not recall anyone from the press asking her for an interview or a comment to write about her or her company. “I’d be suspect myself, if I were to read any of the coverage.”

“Noted,” Clark said with a quirk of those kissable lips. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment and anger—embarrassment from thinking of kissing the man, anger from the outburst of her traitorous hormones. She could use a date tonight—with her vibrator.

Fuck. There went her head again.

No.

Unfuck. She couldn’t be thinking about that right now. She nearly shook her head to push that thought out of her mind. Instead, she shifted her gaze from his lips—hopefully, she hadn’t lingered there too long for her wayward thoughts to be noticed—and then locked eyes with him.

“I have a proposition,” Clark said with what seemed, to Mariah’s annoyance, to be a wider yet knowing smile.

The above excerpt is from Purr Scent 0: The Moment, the prequel to the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio series, when one of the female protagonists meets the male protagonist.

Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off a kinky menage romance that features a bisexual female submissive, a lesbian dominatrix and an alpha male dominant.

If you enjoy stories about bisexual women, you may also enjoy Bi Girls Do It Solo.

Lance went to his nightstand and retrieved a spider gag. He’d accumulated quite a bit of stuff over the years to make things spicy for the four-man orgies. Many of the things he owned and operated he often tried on himself first. This gag was one of them.

“Open your mouth,” Lance said. The green eyes enlarged. So did the mouth. That was all he needed to slip the O-ring metal into place. “Since your place of origin is still questionable at the moment, I need to keep your mouth open in case you bite.”

He grinned, then secured the head harness under the chin and over and around the head. He could barely slip a finger under each strap. “Not too tight?”

The man shook his head and regarded him with steady watchful eyes. With gag in place, the man swallowed. Barely.

Lance hardened at the erotic sight. Never had Lance felt this much of a thrill in anticipation of fucking someone’s mouth.

“So fucking sexy,” Lance murmured. “You taking whatever I dish out, however I dish it, that’s hot.”

Lance unleashed his belt and eased out of his pants. His happy prick bounced out, ready to shoot.

​“See this?” He fisted his erection. Standing by the bed, his prick was at the man’s eye level. “It’s for you.”

The above excerpt is from Vaughn 1, the first episode in the Man X Chronicles series, when negotiations have just been set between captain and captive.

Vaughn 1 is a kinky gay/trans sci-fi romance that occurs far in the future.

If you enjoy stories about gay men, you may also enjoy Skid (Black Storm Pack prequel), a complimentary read at most retail site

When the car doors opened, Kaylee stepped inside and pressed the key for the fifth floor. Right before the doors shut, an attractive woman (almost thirty?) in a Speedo top and sweatpants entered. She had a strip of spiky brown hair, kind of like a short mohawk, that was dyed blond at the tips. The rest of her hair, which was the same length as the spikes, hung naturally with that soft butch look.

Was she a dyke?

One look at those luscious lips had Kaylee down for the count, thinking of their sensuous pucker at her nether region. Just looking at the woman made Kaylee weak in the knees. But those eyes? Those dark blue eyes looked like midnight and made Kaylee think of sinful things that people only did in the cover of dark.

The woman gave her a wolfish grin with a glimpse of perfect pearly white teeth.

Kaylee blinked.

Oh, shit.

Kaylee had been blatantly gawking at the woman. Wolfish grin? Yeah, right. She wished. Kaylee stiffened and looked away, noting the floor indicator blink from four to five before the car doors opened.

Thank goodness that they had arrived to the fifth floor. The air was getting stuffy in there, and her light head needed to be screwed on tight.

Drat. She shouldn’t be thinking of screwing anything right now.

Then again, maybe she should take a trip to the restroom and get all this sexual energy out. Wouldn’t help anything if she went into that interview hot and horny as fuck.

Checking the time on her wristwatch, Kaylee noted that she still had ten minutes. A five-minute fuck in the restroom should be enough time. If she did that, then she would still have five minutes left before the interview.

Better do it now rather than later.

Before she could change her mind, Kaylee followed the signs to the public restroom and locked herself into a stall. After hanging her briefcase on the metal hook behind the stall door, she closed her eyes and called up the image of Sporty Spiky Soft Butch. ​

They had to have this little orientation done before check-out time. On the table was her willing accomplice—ten meters of quarter-inch, natural color hemp ready for winding and binding.

Anuhara’s eyes skittered over the rope on the table before she tentatively stepped forward.

“Relax,” Sherilynn soothed. “I want you limp as a rag. Don’t try to help me. Stay at ease and be patient. Do you have a mindfulness practice or go-to meditation you can use to stay focused on something else while I tie you up? Because it might take awhile.”

Anuhara paused and answered, “I have a breathing technique I learned awhile back.”

“Tell me about it,” Sherilynn prompted.

“It’s something I picked up from a fellow islander. She’s from Hawai’i. Not that I’m from there,” Anuhara added quickly. “Anyway, it’s about breathing in a circuit: inhaling for seven counts, holding the breath for seven counts, exhaling for seven counts, pausing for seven counts and then starting the whole cycle again for six more times.”

“Hmm. Interesting. Why seven?” Sherilynn mused, enjoying the ease with which Anuhara explicated.

Anuhara shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t ask. It was easy to remember, fun to try, and nice to see how it jived with me. Plus, it comes in real handy because it increases my blood circulation so much that I feel hot even before I complete seven of those cycles.”

“Good to know,” Sherilynn said, taking note of the circulation issue. She’d have to ensure that the rope had a bit of give to accommodate the swell of oxygen-rich blood flow in the body. Anuhara’s body probably ran hot. Smiling to herself, she remembered how warm it was to sleep beside her in bed last night. “Now strip. Slowly.”

The above excerpt is from The Invitation, which is the first book in the DykeLove Bound series, when a newbie gets her introduction to rope.

While subsequent books in this particular series are forthcoming, in the meantime you can enjoy The Intros (DykeLove Quickies prequel) as a complimentary read at most retail sites.

If you like stories about kinky lesbian females who are also into bondage, you may enjoy The Inquiry in the DykeLove Quickies series.

“Tell me your safeword,” Clark ordered immediately after he got Coral’s consent to progress.

“Caribbean,” she answered swiftly, which showed how adequate her training had been up to this point. Good, that meant Clark didn’t need to jump through all the hoops to establish a baseline. Tanner really had done his homework with this one.

“When will you say that?” Clark prompted, drawing from Tanner’s guidelines for safe consensual play.

“When I want the abduction to stop.”

“Good. Say it when you feel pins and needles or begin to feel tingly in the ropes. Say it before you get numb or pass out. Say yellow if you want water or want things to slow down. Tell me what I just said.”

“I safeword when I feel discomfort when bound, before I get numb or pass out. I can say yellow to slow things down and get hydrated.”

“Good girl.”

With that, Clark retrieved a ski mask from one of the drawers and slipped it over her head. He had the mask specially designed so that the holes for the eyes were nonexistent and only an opening at the mouth allowed one to breathe.

He found the prospect of taking the woman without even seeing her face an arousing one. With a slow finger, he traced a finger down the soft creamy skin, from her spine all the way to her butt crack. With a patient meander, he skirted around the fleshy tush, along the toned thigh to the knee and up along the crevice of her inner thighs. He dipped a finger past her clit and verified the wet trail forming at her lips.

“Ah, wet for me already.” Clark grinned and withdrew his finger. “My plaything likes it rough. Being taken. Without sight. You can’t get away, can’t plan an escape, can’t even see me, report me, identify me in a line-up. I can get away. Scot-free.”

“No, you can’t do this. I—I’ve got money. Somewhere. I can get it to you. Let me go, so I can find it for you.”

​Clark laughed. “What man in his right mind would walk away from a fine piece of ass like this?” He began to warm up her rump. “Especially when it’s already wet and oh so available. You think I’d be stupid enough to fall for the money trick, bitch? Think you can outsmart me? You deserve a spanking.”

​Clark cut the call and turned off his phone. He was already frustrated before the call. He hated how often he fell for these false alarms, and how aggravating they left him in desiring release. He kept hearing the sub, those sexy sounds, the ones that reminded him of Mariah. Squeezing his eyes shut, he saw the enchanting beauty's half-lidded blue eyes that one fateful afternoon long ago in her office with the Space Needle at her back. Gripping his cock, he played with himself until he came to the sweet melody of Mariah's ecstatic moans echoing in his head.
He growled in pleasure, his pent-up frustration released. Fucking hell. When would she come for him, come back to him?

After the last jets of cum subsided, he retrieved Mariah's handkerchief to wipe himself clean. No longer frustrated, his mind finally cleared and he thought of Tanner. A red observation band most likely meant the woman was new to the club and still checking it out. Had she been here before? Who checked her in? Who gave her an orientation or a tour? Did Tanner meet her?

​He washed his hands and unlocked the door. Only way to find out was to find Tanner...

The above excerpt is from Purr Scent III: The Mistress, when male protagonist takes a quick moment to meet his own needs.

While Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio series, you can find Purr Scent I: The Meeting as a complimentary read at most retail sites.

If you like stories about bisexual women, you may also enjoy Bi Girls Do It Solo (Bi Girls Do It Book 1).

Mariah curled up even closer to Clark. Skin to skin. Her back welcomed his lean heat, their heartbeats thumped against one another with vigor. He tightened his hold upon her, pulling her into him as snug as their bodies allowed.

Yes, this was heaven. The satin sheets under her, the covers keeping them warm, the embrace that had no give. Only take.

But it wasn’t taking, was it, if both sides gained the same pleasure?

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he breathed into her hair. Every nerve ending in her scalp rippled to the sound of his husky voice.

“G’morning,” she mumbled, breaking the silent spell of indulgent spooning.

His hands roamed to the valley between her legs and descended into her nether lips. He hissed, “You’re wet.”

“I’m always wet for you,” Mariah said. Shit, if anything, she was like Pavlov’s dog in heat! Seemed as if all Clark had to be was in the room and she’d be salivating down there.

To her great reluctance, Clark retrieved his fingers and gave her clit a swirl that threw her head back and sent her moaning. The grip of pure sensation heated her skin as her hands grasped the sheets. When his hot breath brushed against the back of her ear and moved toward the nape, all thoughts fled from her brain.

“I like you soft. Warm. Wet. Open for me.” Each word punctuated with a delicious strum across her pleasure bud, escalating her delight to new heights. A coil of need tightened her core. Her gasps came between erratic gulps for air.

“Clark!” Mariah whimpered as desire shot from zero to ninety in seconds. “I need you.”

“I’ve got you.” The rumble of his chest against her spine soothed yet excited her. “I’ve got your back.”

Mariah squirmed in frustration. “I want you to have more than my back.”

“All of you?” Clark asked, teasing her slick folds.

“Yes!” she breathed.

“Clark,” she said again, her voice thick with desire, her lips trembling. “Make love to me.”


“Fuck,” he cursed softly. “Mariah, that's more than I could have dreamed for this visit.” He licked first one trail of tears and then the other, planting kisses along the way. His tender touch awoke a smoldering burn that flooded her veins. Goosebumps roused her skin like wildfire, and her fingers wove into strands of his hair to cling on for dear life.

Cradling her face, he bent close to lock lips for a heart-searing breath-stealing tango of tongues. Laving, suckling, tasting. A rising tide built low in her belly, a delicious pressure that ached for erection and friction.

As if sensing her need, he lifted her pencil skirt and cradled her bottom easily. Thighs free, she wrapped her legs around him and ground against his length. Moaning into his mouth, her nipples hardened to the reverberation of his answering growl rumbling from his chest to hers.

Suddenly sandwiched between a hard surface and him, Mariah arched into him, relishing the lack of space between them. Cursing, he broke the kiss. Breathless, he leaned his forehead against hers. “Mariah, I'm trying. To be gentle. To savor you. If you keep rubbing up against me, I'm not going to last.”

The above excerpt is from Purr Scent IV: The Mastered, when one of the female protagonists reunites with the male protagonist.

Purr Scent IV: The Mastered is the fifth book in the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio series, which covers the emerging relationship between a bisexual female submissive, a lesbian dominatrix and an alpha male dominant.

Although Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off the series, Purr Scent I: The Meeting is now available as a complimentary read at most retail sites.

Stacy sorted through a basket of bracelets to fish out a red one for her to wear. It was only then that Mariah realized that the bracelets Stacy wore were not part of her schoolgirl uniform. “These are color-coded,” she explained, “so you'll stay out of trouble, especially if you've come alone and uncollared.” At Mariah's look of confusion, she mentioned, “That is, single and not anyone's. Here, wear this red one—that'll keep people away. Red, by the way, is the club safeword. You know what a safeword is?”

Mariah nodded, looking at the new bracelet on her wrist.

“Good,” Stacy said and led her past another set of double doors, one which led to a great common room that was dimly lit. Soft sultry music played in the background. Walls were framed with erotic photography, manacles, whips and chains. Plush low curving sofas, cushions and bean bags provided seating areas for couples, threesomes and more. Although some people were dressed in business casual, most were dressed in provocative attire. Then there were also the few who were naked with collars and cuffs. The scene looked surreal, the play of light in the room as if from a painting out of the Baroque era.

Further away was a stage where a topless man in leather pants was using a feather to tease the bare legs of a zebra print, bikini-clad woman blindfolded and bound to a gigantic X. The woman's mouth was formed into an O as she whimpered and gasped at the tickling sensations, her hands fisted occasionally in futile attempts to thwart off the feather. The sound and the erotic sight sent a tight heat mounting in Mariah's core.

​“Beautiful, isn't it?” Stacy asked, gazing at her. “That's a St. Andrew's cross.”

The above excerpt is from Purr Scent III: The Mistress, when the female protagonist visits her first BDSM club -- solo.

Purr Scent III: The Mistress is the fourth book in the Purr Billionaire BDSM Trio series.

Although Purr Scent 0: The Moment kicks off the series, Purr Scent I: The Meeting is now available as a complimentary read at most retail sites.

“Face me,” Alpha said, frighteningly near.

Skid licked his bottom lip—fuck, he’d forgotten that cracked lip needed nursing. Still he obliged and turned to face the man.

“Sit up,” Alpha ordered.

Skid sprang up, nervous. The wolf pack could have left him there to die in that forest fire, but they hadn’t. They had carried him out of the woodlands and brought him here, wherever the here was. Not knowing whether it was appropriate to make eye contact or not, Skid deferred to staring at the floor near Alpha’s feet.

“What’s your name?” Alpha asked. His shiny black combat boots now appeared quite interesting.

“Um, Skid,” he said. He didn’t have a name, wasn’t born with one, and never took on the name the state had given him. Firefighters had found him at their station one cold morning not long after he was born. They figured that he could have been a few days to a few weeks old at the time of drop-off. No birth certificate, nothing. For the longest time he’d felt ashamed to be the only kid to not know his birthday—his real birthday. Only recently in the past year did he decide that since he didn’t know the actual day of his birth, then he could very well celebrate his birthday for the whole month of December.

“Skid?” Alpha repeated. “Look at me.”

Skid gulped and looked up. The man before him had dark blond curls with light brown tips at the ends, a chiseled jaw, furry brows, amber eyes, a regal nose and lips that were just the right size—not too thick and not too thin. Likewise heavily muscled, a black vest and matching cargo pants barely contained the Alpha’s rippling chest and washboard abs.

One word vied with another when he saw Alpha: FORMIDABLE mixed with FORBIDDEN. Alpha was formidable in that Skid wouldn’t want him as an enemy any day. He was forbidden in the sense that Skid secretly liked having such a fit body, even though he knew he’d never have the bone structure to amass muscle like that.

​Alpha was … handsome. He could have stepped out of the cover of a magazine. Judging by his looks, he couldn’t have been older than thirty and that was being conservative. Skid bet that the man was borderline mid-twenties. Then again, he could be wrong. Did wolf shifters look younger than their years or vice versa?  

Erin gulped as LeeAnne released the hold on the bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. Naked in all her glory, Erin didn’t know what to fuck first—the tits, the clit, or the slit. Fuck, she didn’t even know which way was up.

Unclothed, the hard-as-steel woman did indeed sport muscles with black belt definition. Despite the trim build, she was also soft at just the right places that called to Erin’s protective instincts. And for the next hour or so, these curves were all hers to enjoy.

Setting the bottle of olive oil down on the mat, Erin pulled on the plastic wrap and bound the breasts. Then she fashioned a panty and slid in a few fingers for a quick appetizer. She gave it a swirl and grinned when LeeAnne’s breath caught. Good, the wrap was loose enough at the slit to allow for entry.

“Lay down on the mat, face up,” Erin said. As LeeAnne laid down, Erin placed the box of plastic wrap aside and picked up the bottle of oil. She drizzled some oil along LeeAnne’s navel before setting the bottle down beside LeeAnne. Then she lathered up her hands by spreading the oil around the belly.

“What are you doing?” LeeAnne asked in a strained voice.

“Cataloguing every inch of your body to find all your erogenous zones.”

​LeeAnne worked her throat. “That’s … cruel.”

​“You’ve got exclusive rights to me, baby,” Clark smiled and winked in a way that actually looked movie star sexy.
She laughed, amused at this more light and humorous side to Clark. While yesterday had been full of tender love-making to nurse her wounds, Clark’s dominant side reared its head up again this morning. Speaking of head, she gasped when the tip of his hardness grazed between her thighs. With a sharp inhale, her pulse quickened and her eyes began to lid with lust.

Clark let go of her wrists and kissed his way down to her belly. Anticipation spiked her arousal, soaking a path for his erection. She fisted his hair, intense desire urging him lower but the handsome devil licked and nipped her navel instead and took his own sweet time.

His hands let go of her wrists and bracketed her hips. Lower his lips moved. He was a breath away when the air went cold and his head lifted with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “Whose pussy is this?”

Mariah’s eyes widened. Would he dare withhold stimuli if she erred in the answer? Oh, god, she was already losing her mind. At another time she might have playfully replied in error. Right now, he got her so worked up that she didn’t want to talk and only wanted to get on with it.

Gulping, and hoping to hell the talking would go fast, she answered, “Yours. It’s yours. This is your pussy.”

“Right answer.” He nuzzled into her slick folds, exercised his talented tongue, and made mad circles around her tender bud. Desire only mounted at the wicked tango, the pleasure so intense she bucked and tried to push him away.

To no avail. His hands had a steady grip that pinned her legs down, kept them from squeezing him and bucking him off of her. If anything, her ministrations only fanned the flames and redoubled his salacious efforts and left her moaning for more.

“Please, Clark!” Mariah begged, twisting his hair like a wild animal. “Inside—please!”

Oh, god. He didn’t even listen to her as he released her sex, then nuzzled and nipped her inner thighs.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ! Fuck me already!”

​Clark snapped away and grinned at her, amused. “My pussy is quite bossy.”

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“I’m asexual, not straight,” I joked with as straight a face as I could muster.

“Ha ha,” Gen retorted. “Come on, tell me more about it then. If you’re going to be her propagandist or her publicist or whatnot, you should at least run the whole spiel by me.”

“No way.” I shook my head, cheeks heating at the mere notion of a recap. I wasn’t ready to share anything that I got out of the talk. With Gen’s double major in psych and something else that kept changing every month (yeah, I lost track of the latest incarnation of that second major), I knew she’d be trying to psychoanalyze me based upon what I said about someone else.

Privacy and asexuality—those were the best ways to keep Gen off my back. For good.

“Well, fine, be that way. I guess I’ll just have to access the text on my phone,” Gen said.

“What?” Crap, had she sent the photo to her own phone in the short span of time she had my cell in her hands? Quickly, I checked my outgoing text messages and groaned. “Geneva!”

“What?” By now, she had bounded down the ladder and had gone to her desk to retrieve her phone from her bag. The cell must have been switched to silent for study hall and had stayed neglected until now. Crap. “Ah-ha! ‘There’s safe sex and there’s safest sex. Come—’”

Gen giggled at the double entendre.

“‘—and explore the anatomy of self-love in a safe and playful environment.’”

Gen shrieked in laughter. “Who the heck made this flyer?”

“Gen, I didn’t ask you for your opinion. Can we just—?”

​“Sy, what exactly did they cover for the anatomical aspect?” She waggled her brows.

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Kinky Love Notes
Erotic Poetry for Dominants and Submissives
Written and published by Kayla Lords
Release Date: April 14, 2016
Ebook price: $2.99
Paperback price: $6.99
Genre: Love and erotic poetry, BDSM, Dominance and submission

About Kinky Love Notes

Pictures are often painted with words. Lust, love, desire, and kink are no exception. Instead of lines and lines of prose to express need and want, Kayla Lords uses simple poetry. Within these pages, you'll find haikus, couplets, and free verse with one thing in common: notes of the sensuous pleasure, kinky fun, and power exchange found between a Dominant and a submissive.

Review by Jacintha Topaz

This is a sizzling HOT book in a new-to-me genre I've never had the pleasure until now to review. Boy, am I glad I got to review it! 

Lords' work first bleeped on my screen with Madame Gretchen. Since then, I've been hooked enough to expand my genre reading habits to include ... well, to my pleasant surprise, erotic poetry.

Onto the good stuff -- btw, it's ALL good. The cover image already hit some buttons. By the time I got to the dedication page, I was totally SUCKED IN. Who wouldn't be? When Lords write "I love you, Daddy" and Daddy responds in bold text: 

I love you, too, babygirl.
Now show me what's mine.

The book is split into four sections: Self Pleasure, Mutual Pleasure, Rough Love, Dominant and Submissive. Every section has its own teaser image. The first image to hit off Self Pleasure is a thick-thighed woman in high heels. Nice to see alternative models -- perfect for BBW fans. The next image, once again fitfully paired for the section, kicks off Mutual Pleasure by featuring a couple in positions that scream hierarchy, top/bottom. For the Rough Love section is the flogger behind a man's back. The hottest image, hands down (for me), is the last image that accompanies the Dominant and Submissive section. You'll have to get the book to see it. :-)

If each picture is worth more than a thousand words, then I'd be happy to report that the words that Lords strings so skillfully broadcasts even more. Yes, if you look at this "little" book and only size it up based on the word count, then you're missing the point. This book is jam-PACKED with goodies, intimate notes that you'd WANT to share with yours. 

Overall, a highly recommended read. Five FAN-tastic Stars!!!

Excerpt from Kinky Love Notes

The Things You Do To Me

Waiting patiently
For you. Hot and wet, dripping.
Anticipating.

You make me feel things
In every nerve ending.
Don't stop. Give me more.

You belong to me.
The taste of you imprinted
On my tongue always.


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Skid gulped again. No, he had to leave. It was time. Mating with Alpha would mess up the whole social order. One of them had to have sense. When Skid had joined Black Storm Pack, he’d known all along it was temporary and that he’d get to leave when he turned eighteen. He’d already made plans to leave on New Year’s Eve and start the New Year with a bang.


“I can’t.” Skid shook his head and turned away from Alpha. “I’m going.”

He shifted without hesitation and began to sprint away. Anywhere but here.

A ferocious growl pierced his soul. Alpha pounced upon his back, pinned his chest and chin to the ground and knocked the air right out of him. The heavier, bulkier, broader wolf had Skid down for the count. A gravitational pull possessed him, as if his fur wanted to melt into Alpha. Being this close to Alpha sparked a dramatic increase in temperature. Skid inhaled sharply. Suddenly, as if by a greater force, both of them had turned human again.

“You can’t expect me to simply watch you walk away,” Alpha huffed. His heartbeat thudded against Skid’s upper back. Heart to heart, Alpha’s need pressed into the cleft of Skid’s ass and damn near made his mouth water. Alpha’s hands tread downward along his ribs in slow possession. He growled quietly against Skid’s neck. “Just once. Just tonight. That’s all I ask. Then you tell me if you can walk away from this.”

At the mention of this, Alpha entered him with two fingers. The stark pain quickly morphed into pleasure—in part thanks to the wolf blood pumping overtime. As Alpha stretched and stroked, pushing in slowly yet fervently, reverently yet greedily; Skid gave in to the invasion, eagerly puckering to suck up even more.

“More,” Skid whispered hoarsely. An involuntary shiver of excitement raced through his body. His limbs ached for contact, for possession, for whole and complete union.

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“Good girl,” he praised, letting go of the belt. “That spanking took care of one of your infractions.”

Her body stayed slack, perhaps spent in defying him. He rubbed her flushed ass with a liberal amount of aloe.

“You smell incredible,” he murmured. His eyes glazed as he spotted the generous trail of drool sliding down her thighs. A submissive after his own heart. “My god, Mariah, you're a walking wet dream.”

He abandoned the aloe and dove in with his fingers. Her channel was so slick, it swallowed him to the knuckles. “You're so tight, so wet. I want my cock in you.”

With each thrust of his fingers, he learned her. His cock swelled to ginormous proportions, tenting his slacks. Ignoring his need, he continued to plunge into her wet folds and swirl his thumb over her clit on occasion. He listened for the peak of her bliss, watched the rise and fall of her upper back, relished the increased frenzy of her breathing, lusted after the slight tension flitting across her face, devoured the flush of her body, and felt for the imminent tremble of her sex.

She was close.

So close.

He withdrew, a quirk shaping his lips.

A muffled cry of agitation rent the air before being replaced by the rise and fall of her heavy breathing.

She tried to squeeze her legs together, but he kept them apart.

​“Uh-uh-uh,” he warned. “If you try to get yourself off, your remaining infraction doubles.”

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A quickie in the bathroom of a kinky club...

Clark cut the call and turned off his phone. He was already frustrated before the call. He hated how often he fell for these false alarms, and how aggravating they left him in desiring release. He kept hearing the sub, those sexy sounds, the ones that reminded him of Mariah.

​Squeezing his eyes shut, he saw the enchanting beauty's half-lidded blue eyes that one fateful afternoon long ago in her office with the Space Needle at her back. Gripping his cock, he played with himself until he came to the sweet melody of Mariah's ecstatic moans echoing in his head.

He growled in pleasure, his pent-up frustration released. Fucking hell. When would she come for him, come back to him?

After the last jets of cum subsided, he retrieved Mariah's handkerchief to wipe himself clean. No longer frustrated, his mind finally cleared and he thought of Tanner. A red observation band most likely meant the woman was new to the club and still checking it out. Had she been here before? Who checked her in? Who gave her an orientation or a tour? Did Tanner meet her?

He washed his hands and unlocked the door. Only way to find out was to find Tanner, twist his arm and see if Clark could access confidential client records.

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I have the fortune to kick off the author spotlight series for fellow indie romance author J.L. Mitchell's blog. 

My interview launches her Feature Friday special. 

Check it out! :-)

(You'll even get to read an excerpt from Chapter One in my latest work, Purr Scent I: The Meeting, which is available now.)

Purr Scent is a Purr Billionaire M/F/F (MFF or Male-Female-Female) BDSM Erotic Romance written by Purr Erotica Author Jacintha Topaz. An earlier excerpt can be found on a guest blog post at the website of Healing Erotic Romance authorJade Onyx.

Buy links for Purr Scent I: The Meeting are due out on Sunday, April 27, 2014, in time for April 28 release day.

Gotta have handcuffs!

Since my web hosting service has no 18+ filter, I have posted a relatively toned down yet saucy enough excerpt at fellow erotic romance author Jade Onyx's blog. 

Feel free to indulge in a naughty read, a preview excerpt of my forthcoming series featuring Mariah Olsen and Clark Mannings in a MFF Menage Contemporary Erotic Romance with BDSM themes.

I'll update you about the series if you sign up for my newsletter. :-)