Special Spotlight: Elodie Parkes with Rescuing Cade

Please welcome the lovely and sexy Elodie Parkes with her new BDSM story!

Rescuing Cade

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Cade’s trying to get over a broken heart when his friend Jack takes him off to a nightclub, named only, The Club. Although at first Cade is shocked by the place he meets Marissa. It’s not long before he and Marissa get together, but under the pressure of expectations from, The Club, and Marissa’s fear of commitment, they’re both running in opposite directions.

Gorgeous Cade has touched Marissa’s heart in ways she doesn’t want to admit.

Lovely Marissa has lifted Cade’s sadness and opened his heart to love again.

The trouble is — someone has to give a little. Who’s it going to be?

Inspiration behind the story:

I was asked to write a story for an erotic romance anthology. Almost immediately I had my character, Cade, form in my head and a love story for him, but then I was informed the anthology would be BDSM. I thought I’d have trouble with the genre, but the editor of the proposed anthology said, ‘give it a go’. I began to adapt the love story in my mind for the character Cade, thinking I’d have to consider the plot for a short time, but only a few days later the anthology was cancelled. By then Cade was so real to me and a story with a sprinkle of the genre, BDSM, was firmly in my mind, so I wrote it.

The story is much longer than I originally thought it might be, especially when it was going to be for an anthology, and the romance conflict arc is now about both Cade and my heroine, Marissa. As usual, I fell in love with my characters and couldn’t stop writing until they reached their HEA.

I did a little research for this story because I didn’t know much about the type of club Jack, Cade’s friend, takes him to. Once I no longer needed to place emphasis on dominance and submission, the story unfolded easily, interweaving with the original love story I had for Cade when he first began whispering in my ear.

With scorching hot love scenes, tender moments, a dash of angst and a splash of humor this is Cade’s journey to love again.

I hope readers enjoy it.

Read an excerpt (18+ rating):

The lights were low and Marissa took a seat at an empty table close to the small group of people. Strategically placed, she took in the delicious sight that was Cade, only a yard away now.

Blue eyes, mmm, my favorite. Look at those lips, made for kissing, biting, sucking. She cast her eyes over his ass and thighs. She soaked up the sight of his handsome jaw line and her eyes flicked to his groin, where she assessed the hang of his suit pants and licked her lips at the promise of a big cock. Holy hell, he’s gorgeous. I’d like him on a collar and leash waiting for me to slap his ass and fuck him senseless. I’d like to slip a blindfold on him and run a feather over his cock to see it jerk to life. I’d like to tie him to a chair, suck him almost to orgasm, and then leave him to beg for release. Wonder if he’s dom or sub?

As Marissa considered Cade’s preference, he turned and looked straight into her eyes.

A huge stab of sexual excitement throbbed in her pussy. With her clit buzzing, she leaned a little forward to smile at Cade.

He looked away.

Marissa saw him gaze around the room. She watched as his shoulders slumped.

The room was large and divided by obvious walkways. A small dance floor held writhing couples, dangerously close to each other, some half-naked. Doms occupied the tables with their Subs in various scenes, all taking their pleasure without concern. Other Doms sat in the low leather lounges watching. It was all much the same as usual. One Dom fucked his Sub from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, and the other gripping her jaw turning her face to kiss and bite her lips. A Sub straddled her Dom, her hands held high above her head tied with a satin ribbon, as the Dom took his fill of her breasts.

Marissa heard his growl.

“Don’t you come until I say you may … I want you across the table. You’ll come on my fingers and then my cock. Do you understand? I might have to punish you again.”

The Sub’s whispered answer must have been to his liking. He kissed her tenderly.

Marissa looked away. Her pussy creamed and a sigh of appreciation escaped her. Marissa loved sex. She liked to be in control, although she’d scened with a Master, a friend, when she needed release. Her role in The Club was as a Domme, but she was vanilla, the specialist in helping newcomers. Everything she did, she designed to bring maximum pleasure to her Sub whilst simultaneously taking it herself. She enjoyed the control she wielded. It suited her to be the one with the power, and in her mind, the choice to walk away.

The Club had been open for more than a decade and was considered one of the best in the country. Safety was their priority, that and pleasure. To Marissa’s knowledge, no one left The Club after seeking a niche there and never came back.

Marissa found her gaze straying back to Cade.

He stood awkwardly by the table where Jack finger-fucked his current Sub. She laid back with her legs wide apart, her dress up around her waist, and her wrists tied over her head with a blue satin scarf. If she’d worn panties to visit The Club, there was no sign of them now.

Marissa watched the Sub squirm, whimpering for release.

Jack shook his head. “Not yet, sweetheart, I’m enjoying your lovely pussy. Your cream’s running down my palm. I’m going to lick it up and then I’ll think about letting you come. Are you enjoying showing my guest what a good girl you are?”

The Sub murmured, her breath hitching as Jack bent and thrust his tongue into her pussy.

“Yes, sir, it’s exactly how I hoped it would be.”

Marissa’s pussy drenched her panties. She licked her lips.

Cade lurched around and took a step toward her table.

He looked unseeing right into Marissa’s eyes, the expression on his face a glaze of pure confusion, and then he passed by heading to the bar in the corner.

Marissa watched him take a sip of the iced water he’d ordered, then she too got up and walked away from that part of The Club where sex soaked the air with erotic perfume, and the sounds of orgasm played havoc with her own desires.

Copyright Elodie Parkes, Evernight Publishing 2015

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About Elodie:

Elodie Parkes is a British author writing romance, erotic, contemporary, and often with a twist of mystery, paranormal or suspense. Her books are always steamy, cool stories and hot love scenes.

Elodie lives in Canterbury with her two dogs. She works in an antique shop by day and writes at night, loving the cloak of silent darkness that descends on the rural countryside around her home.

Elodie writes for Hot Ink PressMoon Rose PublishingEternal PressSecret Cravings, Evernight, and Siren

She has also released titles as an individual indie author.

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Masturbation is Key

Masturbation is key. Key to what? I’d like to argue: happiness, confidence and motivation to succeed.

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Sounds like a huge claim? Not really.

Even if you have a great lover and are in a loving, happy relationship, you are still masturbating at least once in a while, no? There is nothing wrong with it, it’s almost similar to the fact that you’d still like to have dinner alone or with friends once in a while, and not always only with your significant other. Yes, I am aware that meals and sex are extremely different, but you get my drift.

No one can fully satisfy you sexually, except yourself.

Your man or woman can learn your body’s trigger points, but you are the only one who can truly, fully control to what extent you feel pleasure. Take that tiny line of hair at the back of your upper arm, for example. Your lover can caress that lovingly, but you are the only one who can touch it and make yourself tingle just right. No one else has that power.

Sexual satisfaction isn’t everything, perhaps, but it constitutes a very large part of happiness.

When you can give yourself as much sexual pleasure as you want, you are not only happy, you feel confident about yourself. Because even sex, the most mysterious but oh-so-satisfying magic is yours. You have the formula to make it happen, as much and as often as you want. What could be more confidence-boosting than that? This confidence makes you believe that you can succeed, even in the elusive area of the arts or creation.

Take the photo above for example. Do you feel good enough about yourself to stand naked amongst a room full of people, whether they are clothed or not? It does not matter if you have a rocking body or not; it is about your confidence in your body. The numbers (inches, dress size, whatever) do not matter. It is how you carry yourself that matters.

Success comes from an almost maniacal optimism and egocentric belief in yourself, your idea, your desire and your plan to succeed. So, yes, I would say that masturbation creates the motivation I need to succeed.

Far-fetched? Maybe. But I know I can give myself an euphoria unlike any other with just my fingers and my limitless imagination. That power makes me believe I can achieve anything.

 

Brag of the Day: Ginny’s Lesson is Featured on Buzzfeed

Brag of the day: Ginny’s Lesson, a lesbian light-BDSM tale by yours truly, is featured in an article on Buzzfeed. Pardon me while I swoon, skip around and giggle my head off. The article title is making my jaw drop all the way to the basement: 9 Erotica Books That Should Be More Famous Than “Fifty Shades Of Grey”.

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I am in awe.

I am extremely grateful.

Everyone, go follow the article writer, Julia Pugachevsky and grab those awesome books on the list!

And, of course… a bit of shameless self-promotion: grab a copy of Ginny’s Lesson on Amazon too! ;-)

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kisses,

Anna

All New Look for the New Anna Bayes

According to Chinese traditions, the new year begins after February 4 of each year (the day when spring begins), so technically, the year 2015 begins from today onwards. I thought this would be an appropriate time to redesign my website header and colour schemes.

I like my new avatar: my name, my signature in green. The colour green signifies new sprouts, new growths, a new beginning, so I am taking on Green as my new colour.

It’s high time I had a customized header with my book covers as my signature image, so here it is. As usual, I have done all the image work myself. :-)

My website design is slightly different from my other social media sites (due to differences in requirements for sizes and dimensions), so here’s a screenshot of how my Twitter (@anna_bayes) header now looks like:

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My main social media presence is on Twitter: I’m most active and gain the most momentum there. Follow me on Twitter and keep in touch!

Besides the new look, I am the same shameless romantic, introverted bookworm and over-imaginative erotica writer that you have come to know. Let’s enjoy a fabulous year together!

 

 

 

 

New Flash Fiction: Enslaved

First day of February: a bright new way to celebrate the new month: A hot flash fiction piece as a fun gift for everyone! This is Enslaved at Guy Hogan‘s Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.

Just because the title reads “Enslaved,” do not jump to conclusions. It has nothing to do with BDSM, but is quite a sweet little romance tale. Enjoy!

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Click and read: Enslaved

Anna

Revenge: Short and Sweet

Revenge, done right, should be short and sweet. Not a lengthy, strained affair that drains your energy, but a quickie with almost a humorous touch that brings you pleasure, but does not waste your precious time in getting over someone or something.

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Ever heard stories of girls who left their ex-boyfriends or ex-husbands or ex-bosses with little touches of revenges? I love these tales.

  • She left him after poking holes in all his overpriced designer shoes.
  • She left him after spray-painting a huge and artsy, “Fuck You, Prick” on the walls of their white living room.
  • She left him after sending attachments of his lewd sexting with his mistress to everyone at his office.
  • She left him after making a huge online donation to an orphanage with his bank account.

It is true that these little acts could not avenge her completely. Years of lies and manipulation could not be avenged so simply. A lot of times, money was also involved. But the most important part was that she took control of the situation. She decided to live a better life without him. She acted by leaving him.

But just to drive the point across: to make sure that he understood that she was throwing him out the window, she left tokens of her feelings written neatly in these small revenges.

Instead of grilling herself with years of retribution to “get back at him,” her little acts were a slightly more elaborate version of kicking him in the balls before she marched out the front door.

When you forgive a guy for whatever nasty stuff he had done, and take control of the situation by not being the victim anymore, you are transformed into a stronger, better you.

Once you are ready, be creative: leave small havocs, tiny tokens of “Fuck you, asshole” and then, with a heart-melting smile on your face, ride off into the sunset, to new men, new careers, a new chapter.

(By the way, you might like an earlier post of mine about How to Get Over a Guy. )

 

Assholes: How to Spot Them, and How to Deal with Them

Assholes and pricks: How to spot them from a mile off, and how to deal with them…

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I used to be so angry when I became manipulated into believing yet another asshole and got taken advantage of. But, after a few tries of that, even a stubborn girl like me had to snap out of it. Basically, I rolled my eyes at my silly behaviours, stared myself down in the mirror (valuable life-lesson learned from cats) and then enunciated: Stop being so fucking gullible. Grow some balls and kick that asshole out of your life.

First step towards any personal growth and transformation: Accept your mistake.

Second step: Laugh at your mistake. Really, heartily laugh until you realise it was nothing more than a damn joke.

Third step: Throw the mistake, the relationship and the asshole(s)/prick(s) associated with it out the window.

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Next crucial step: learn from your mistake, and never repeat it.

That calls for a very special skill: How to spot assholes (or pricks) from a mile off, and how to deal with them.

General rule of thumb: Whenever you meet someone, always observe and evaluate them for what they are (“are” in present sense, right now), not their “potential” as you believe in, or what you wish they are.

Tell-tale signs of asshole-behaviour (in no particular order):

  • Inconsistent. They say or promise one thing, and never ever deliver. One might even argue that they are extremely consistent in how inconsistent they are.
  • Liars. Similar to inconsistency, but a bit worse: they lie as easily as they blink. It is almost as if they cannot not lie.
  • They cancel plans at the last minute with sorry-ass excuses, or, worse: they are simply no-shows. They make plans, and then vanish, do not arrive at dates or meetings or return phone calls, suddenly become difficult to reach, stop replying texts, etc etc. But when confronted, they have 90 million excuses that sound plausible, but can never be truly verified. E.g. “My business partner was screwing me over, and I suddenly thought of how to get my money back,” “I was dying… I went to the hospital for surgery,” “I was so sick in bed,” “An emergency came up from home/work/whatever…”
  • They sweet-talk you to do stuff for them, but turn cold or vanish the minute you give them what they desire. This is not limited to sex or affection. Plenty of assholes in the business world thrive by manipulating people to work for them for free.
  • Summary: they talk, they charm, they promise the world, but their actions always scream otherwise.

Like I said, assholes exhibit themselves not only in personal relationships. A personality trait is shown in all areas of life: a prick is a prick in relationships, love, casual flings, dating, business and even walking past them on streets can cause major injury to your purse, self-esteem and belief in humanity.

If you noticed humor in that, it just means that I must have grown out of past hurts and pains. Yay for me.

So, what do you do when you spot an asshole?

Never engage in conversation, not even arguments with them, because they always have a way of twisting words and logic to somehow make you feel bad even though you are 120% correct all the time.

Remind yourself that they are hopeless. They are another breed from humans. You can never change them. You can never influence them towards good.

Pay no attention at all to them, i.e. give no fucks.

Kick them in the balls.

Set them on fire (if you have a great defence attorney).

Throw them out the window of your choice, and then,

Leave.

Run the other way.

Wipe them out from your memory.

Cross your fingers that you will never meet the likes of them ever again.

 

Getting Ready: Valentine’s and Vampires

January is the beginning of the new year. You get your big year plan ready: what you really want and need for the year… You also get ready for Valentine’s Day, which is just around the corner, and in my case, Valentine’s and vampires go together.

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If you know me, you know that I seldom touch on the paranormal, just because I am already over-imaginative. To imagine all the other creatures: dark or light amongst me will make my head burst. But this story was different. I wanted to write about a couple who are sexually open to each other, safely exploring in all areas of sex together. If a truly open-minded couple hosted a sex party, what kind of outrageous thing could top the long list of things I had already read about, heard about, or watched in many explicit movies? The paranormal.

The thought was almost comical at first: since a vampire is a walking corpse, his body would be stiff… what good could very, very stiff limbs do? (yes, pun intended)… Well, add supernatural powers – e.g. super stamina to very stiff body parts, and you have the perfect sex machine.

A loving couple who are sexually adventurous, a grand mansion with every luxury imaginable, beautiful guests who are equally sexual, a mysterious atmosphere: with only chocolate pieces as clues, and a vampire… that’s what you will be reading about in this ebook, Raspberry Truffle. Hope you enjoy it!

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