Mad for the Billionaire eBook Release

Estimated reading time: 4 – 7 minutes

4-27-13: I’ve had to re-title this piece from “An Unwanted Obsession” to “Mad for the Billionaire.” I’m really sorry for any confusion.

Hello Everyone! I’m back again with a Charlotte DeCorte release. (This is the one I was talking about here.) I tried my hand at a sci-fi billionaire with Amelia and Charlotte wanted to take her melancholy turn at it as well. ;) So here we go:

SUMMARY

Alexander Monroe Draven II had been my everything. My first love, my first man, my first heartbreak…

My first taste of madness.

Certain we were doomed to fail, I walked out on the love of my life nine years before and painstakingly constructed another persona. One who was poised, even-tempered, and outwardly bore no resemblance to the broken girl forever pining for a love that wasn’t meant to be.

It had become my shell for so long I could almost believe it, despite the long nights of searching out Alexander’s electronic footprint as he became one of the most wealthiest men in tech. However, my facade shattered when he’d bought out the company I worked for just as it was on the brink of collapse. Alexander didn’t let me avoid him, easily capturing me in plain sight and maneuvering it so I would have lunch with him. I let my guard down, thinking I could control myself around him.

I was wrong. Now the man I still loved with frightening intensity wanted me back, but that wasn’t all he wanted.

“I want you on the floor, kneeling at my feet.”

Alexander wanted total control over me or nothing at all. And I only had one minute to make my decision…

NOTE: This is a 24,400 word novella (approximately 88 pages.)

EXCERPT

A killing-soft smile landed at the corners of his lips. He waited, patient and watchful. Where was he going with this? What was he trying to prove that he hadn’t already proved a million times before? There was only one way to find out.

“Fine.” I walked over to him, fixated on the beacon of his arm. Chin up and defiance oozing with every rigid step until I stood at his knee. “Happy now?” I snapped, doing little to be gracious over my capitulation.

“Not by a long shot, baby.” Alexander appraised me, doing nothing to disguise it. “I never cared for your anger before. I saw it as something to be eliminated and subdued. Now I know the great potential it has for us both.”

Warmth drizzled, softening my insolence. My belly clenched. My nipples tightened to twin points, vividly remembering the hot tug of Alexander’s lips. The urge to cross my arms and cover my chest tangled with the urge to rip off my shirt.

Push, pull, want, deny. Seductive madness could only lie this way.

“Sophia, I want you to do something for me.”

I coughed, trying to disguise my body’s response as an aberration. “Yes?”

“I want you to sit down.”

“Okay.” I turned to find the nearest chair.

“Stop.” Alexander waited silently until I looked back at him, eyebrow raised quizzically. “Not there.”

“Then where?”

Alexander pointed to the floor. I followed his finger, seeing his polished, leather shoes and the empty space before them.

I shook my head and backed away. “On the floor?”

“Yes. I want you on the floor, kneeling at my feet.”

I reached out to steady myself. My fingertips dug into the side of the desk. “You want me at your feet.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Alexander tilted his head. “Because it would please me.”

Jesus fucking Christ!

Violent lust ricocheted through my body, instantly piercing my core. I tightened my thighs, finding perverse, thrilling pleasure in the idea of obeying him. My mind whirled into overdrive, looking for any reason to drown out the instinct demanding I obey.

“Are you serious, Alexander? You’re not joking with me?”

He stared me down, mouth tight and eyes blazing with implacable domination. “On your knees. Now.”

My knees buckled. Still keeping hold of the desk, I sank down, down, down, until my legs folded beneath me. My heart hammered, beating so hard against my chest I wasn’t sure if I wanted to scream in fear or delight.

“Breathe, Sophia.”

“I…I…am.” Fear gripped me strong. My panicked gaze jumped around. I couldn’t believe what I had done. Worse, how come it felt so right?

Alexander’s warm hand cupped my chin. “You’re doing beautifully, Sophia. Look at me. I said look at me. Now just breathe for me. In and out. That’s it. Good girl.”

I patterned my breathing after his. Lost in his black gaze, I watched the world fall away. Nothing existed but him.

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  • Mad for the Billionaire
  • Word Count: 24,400 (Approximate)
  • Categories: Contemporary Romance, BDSM, Erotic Romance
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The Alien Billionaire’s Pet eBook Release

Estimated reading time: 4 – 7 minutes

Hello Everyone! I’m on a blogging roll. Three posts in two days? Wow. So you may have read in a couple of other posts about my latest pen name, Amelia Amberson. Being that I use my names, not for secrecy, but more as branding I needed Amelia. I’ve had a thing for alien hybrids forever. They’re exotic, sexy, and fascinating. I lovingly blame Lotor from Voltron for my fascination with villains. Oh, and Johnny Depp in The Astronaut’s Wife. (I’ll probably have to do a post on that soon. :) ) Anyways, I needed Amelia to explore my scifi erotica/erotic romance side since it didn’t seem to fit with Claudia, Charlotte, or D. Cristiana.

Hence, Amelia Amberson.

So onto my amalgamation of aliens and billionaires. 50 Shades has inspired a whole slew of serials, novels, and shorts all surrounding dominant billionaires. I absolutely wanted to try my hand at it, but with a scifi twist. Hence the direct title: The Alien Billionaire’s Pet.

SUMMARY

One minute I was a girl new to the city and out for Chinese. The next I was fighting for my life. Just when I thought I was about to become another statistic, Kristophe Maximillian Cross burst into the alley and saved me by killing my attacker. Without ever physically touching him to do it.

“Your choices are limited. Stay here and face the authorities. Come with me and you agree to obey me. Which do you choose?”

I should’ve been afraid of this gorgeous stranger dressed in a suit, especially because of his eyes. Blacker than black they proved he wasn’t human, even though his perfect face was everything I could ever want in a man. Regardless, Kristophe risked exposure to save me and maybe that’s why I followed him home.

Immensely wealthy and handsome beyond compare, Kristophe made it clear I belonged to him and he expected perfect obedience from his newfound pet. That first night he fed me, spoiled me with attention, and uncovered my submissive nature with one word: Master.

Obedience got fiery kisses and touches that left me begging for more. Disobedience got punishment. And I experienced it all in just a day.

It was one day in my life, but it was ‘the’ day when I fully became my Master’s pet and he became my greatest love…

Note: This is a 28,000 word novella (approximately 94 pages).

EXCERPT

“Do you understand, pet?”

“Yes.” The word tasted dry, brittle. Full of failure and helplessness.

“I hope that you do and don’t test me.” His fingers released my chin and slid across my mouth. They pressed down into the fleshiness of my full lower lip. Electricity flowed between us, sudden and powerful.

I gasped. Warmth slithered across my body, pulsing like liquid flame. Sexual desire dampened my folds and tightened my nipples into hard, aching points beneath his coat. That I understood, even if I was disturbed by the physical reaction.

What I didn’t understand or had experienced since my mother’s passing was the intense closeness. It was as if this strange man dipped inside me for a bit and actually felt me. All of me. Not the numb victimized me or the cagey monosyllabic me.

Just me.

The person I don’t remember being but someone I surely had been once upon a time, a long, long time ago. Someone full of love and potential and joy.

“You feel it, don’t you?”

I nodded, overcome with the sensation of Kristophe’s imprint.

“That’s because you’re not resisting. Not even a little bit.” The pads of his fingertips brushed my warm cheek. “Such a good girl I have here. I can already tell that you and I will get along beautifully, pet.”

My eyelids slid shut. His touch continued to wrap around me much like his coat. I experienced the heady intoxication of feeling safe, protected, and nurtured.

I could become addicted to it. To him for giving it to me.

A chime interrupted. He released me, severing the strange connection immediately. He pushed the silver button to activate the partition. “Yes, Meyers?”

“We’ll be approaching the restaurant in about three minutes. The order should be ready by the time we get there, sir.”

“Thank you, Meyers.”

“Yes, sir.”

Although the exchange lasted a few seconds, it was enough time for me to get my bearings. I looked down at my lap, foolishly wondering if I had imagined it all.

The emptiness in my body told the truth. So did the wetness between my naked thighs. I didn’t understand how I could feel lust, especially so shortly after what almost happened to me, but I felt it. I imagine that if Kristophe had pushed me down onto my back, I would’ve happily stayed there and opened my legs for whatever he wanted.

BOOK INFO

  • The Alien Billionaire’s Pet
  • Word Count: 28,000 (Approximate)
  • Categories: Romance-SciFi, Erotic Romance, BDSM
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Don’t Regret This (Marcus & Marguerite #3) ebook Release

Estimated reading time: 3 – 5 minutes

Hey Everyone!

Hope your January has been rocking and awesome. :) I’m happy to announce my latest offering in the Marcus & Marguerite world first introduced in Dark Desires: Sold. Don’t Regret This is the longest piece, so far, in this universe and I really enjoyed playing in their world and discovering more M & M facets.

SUMMARY

Six weeks after tying Marguerite to their bed, Marcus summons her to Copenhagen for a week of fun, laughter, and toe-curling passion. Suddenly stripped bare while in his arms, Marguerite is struck with feelings that go beyond basic lust.

Her heart, frozen and untouchable for so long, has thawed and love for Marcus is to blame.

Unable to hide from her feelings, Marguerite is coming to terms with her love for him when a moonlit stroll in a park threatens everything Marcus and Marguerite hold dear.

Marguerite watches Marcus kill a man and knows she’s not the only one stripped bare.

Faced with seeing what her lover is capable of, will Marguerite allow love for her assassin to grow or will Marcus’s brutality finally close her heart forever?

EXCERPT

Marguerite kicked off her heels. She then unfastened her suit jacket, holding his gaze steady with hers, before tossing it onto the bed. Her steel gray chemise followed. She unbuttoned her slacks and let them slide off her body.

“Oh, baby. You’re killing me here.”

Marguerite placed her hands on hips. Marcus appreciated her black lingerie with long, lingering sweeps of his gaze.

“Whose dumb idea was it to let garters and stockings to go out of style?”

She finally smiled, unable to resist his playfulness.

“Would you like me to wear these more often?”

“You know I do.” Marcus indicated she turn around with a little twirl of his finger.

Marguerite obliged him, turning around in a neat circle with her arms out like a porcelain ballerina.

Marcus groaned and slapped the belt against his thigh. “Perfect. Just perfect.”

She cocked her head and smiled a little uncertainly. “Perfect?”

“Oh, yes. You are the perfect girl for me, Marguerite.” He crooked his finger, beckoning her to join him. Marcus waited until she stood right in front of him. He tipped her chin up. “I just don’t know what gets into you sometimes. You get the strangest ideas, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Marcus pouted. He shook his head and asked, “Lies now, is it? And we’ve come so far!”

Marguerite exhaled softly. “You dizzy me. Everything gets sloshed. Inside. Out.”

He smiled, pleased by her words. “I do like to have that kind of effect on you, baby. It makes being with so very, very fun. Do you remember what I told you the last time we played?”

“I think so.”

“You only think?”

Marguerite shifted her feet. Marcus played with her as a cat does a mouse. She could only hope it would turn out better for her than the poor mouse.

 BOOK INFO

  • Don’t Regret This (Marcus & Marguerite #3)
  • Word Count: 15,200 (Approximate)
  • Categories: Contemporary, Dark Romance
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Give into Me (Seduced by a Beautiful Stranger) ebook Release

Estimated reading time: 4 – 7 minutes

Give into Me by D. Cristiana

Hey Everyone! I’m back again so quickly. :) Here’s another release that I didn’t announce immediately due to my head scratching on what to do about the site and releases. *bad Claudia*

SUMMARY

My name is Nina Benton. I am a level-headed, responsible woman who never goes to bed with a man I’m not in a relationship with. Especially not a stranger I meet in a hotel bar.

Yet, Alexei Konstantinov is tempting me to do just that. He’s gorgeous, all hard lines and so virile I can help but feel myself melt in his presence.

“Come upstairs with me, Nina. Please,” he says. His pale gaze watches me like prey, drinking in all my luscious curves as if I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. Can I give into Alexei and take what I so desperately want more than anything I’ve ever wanted before?

I want to. God, I do.

Warning: This 8,600 word short story contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between a tall, dark, and handsome stranger and the petite, curvaceous woman he’ll do anything to have and to keep.

EXCERPT

“Come upstairs with me, Nina. Please.”

“What happens then?” I already know my decision and I’m not trying to be coy. I need to hear the words from him. I need to know exactly what my rebellion is going to encompass.

Alexei lifts my hand to his mouth. He kisses my knuckles tenderly, lips soft as satin. Now that I’ve decided to be this new girl for a night, it’s as if my entire body has come alive just for him. I shudder, nearly overcome by the exquisite sensation. I can’t help but think about how his lips would feel along my hips and thighs.

“Alexei? What happens if I go upstairs with you?”

He rubs his cheek across my hand, eyes closing in supreme bliss. “What happens is we make love, Nina, all night long. I keep you here another day so we can fall asleep together and wake up to do it over and over again long into the night. I feed you in bed, bathe you, and sleep with you. We obey what our bodies have been screaming since I first saw you and you saw me. That’s what happens, Nina, if you go upstairs with me.”

I whisper his name and lean towards him. I’m scared to take this step, to break all my hard-earned rules. All my life I’ve been the kind of person my Gamma could be proud of and the kind of level-headed woman Alina could never contemplate being.

And now it’s all drifting away from me, leaving me as someone I’m not quite sure I dislike being.

Alexei opens his eyes and whispers hotly, “Say you want that too, Nina. Tell me it’s not just me. Tell me you feel this fire burning away all sanity, forcing you to do and say things you never would in a million years.”

My stomach tightens. Alexei has peered into me, giving words to the madness firing every nerve and impulse. It’s true. I don’t want to fight it anymore. Regret may dog me another day, but not over this. I won’t regret it. No matter if tomorrow we feel differently and Alexei ends up being a completely different man come morning.

I won’t regret this.

“Take me upstairs, Alexei.” My legs go weak as soon as I say it. I ignore the sensations. “Let’s go now. Please.”

He surges out of his seat, hand still enfolded over mine. I barely have time to grab my purse before Alexei drags me out of the bar. I don’t have to look over my shoulder to see the sly glances cutting our way. I also don’t have time to feel embarrassed. My heels clack noisily over the polished floor as I try to keep up with Alexei.

He suddenly turns and scoops me up in his arms. I cling to him, burying my face into his chest and doing my best to keep from ripping his shirt open. I look up, enchanted by the delicious cologne wafting beneath my nose. He nods to the few people we pass in the lobby, shameless in his hurry to carry me to the elevator. The silvered doors open immediately and we enter. Thankfully it’s empty. Alexei continues to hold me.

BOOK INFO

  • Give into Me (Seduced by a Beautiful Stranger)
  • Word Count: 8,600
  • Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Adult Romance
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Alice & the White Rabbit eBook Release

Estimated reading time: 7 – 12 minutes

Alice and the White Rabbit by D. Cristiana

Hey Everyone! Magnificent Monique pointed out she saw two D. Cristiana releases that I hadn’t added here. Guilty. I’m a strange chick in that when I’m unsure of what I should do, I end up going underground and being weird. Translation: I’m not sure how to handle my pen names and whether I should set up different sites for them. Usually writers keep pen names secret from one another but I haven’t because I only came up with the different pen names as a way to categorize my writing a bit.

  • Claudia: dark, psychological paranormal love/hate stories, HEA optional
  • Charlotte: dark, psychological love stories, HEA always
  • D. Cristiana: darkish erotica; HEA/HFN always
  • Amelia Amberson: sci-fi/time travel erotica (the newest one!), HEA always in an explicit package

Although I’m still working on DDIII, I write other stories as a way to take a break and because this is what I do full-time. I also have several stories that are nearly finished that need to go up soon. I’m really making up for the earlier part of this year and have just been a writing maniac. My dilemma is that this is the CDC blog, but I’m leaning towards making a universal blog so that way I don’t feel that Charlotte, D. Cristiana, and Amelia are taking over.

I haven’t made my decision on how to handle the blog/websites mainly because I stink at updating this one so how will I do with 4 or 5? Plus, I really need to get my butt in gear and put together a newsletter.

*still mulling over my decisions*

Now that my mini-whine is over and you know a bit why I went silent, here’s one of my latest D. Cristiana releases:

SUMMARY

My name is Alice Light and I used to be a dull, dull girl. That changed one night when I followed a beautiful man dressed in white into an alley, kissed him until I fell at his feet, and ended up in violent, bloody world called Wonderland.

Now I’m a pampered pet locked in a pretty cage and I belong to that same man who led me here. White haired and red eyed, Petrus is Chief Executioner for the Red Queen who finds much satisfaction in his work. He’s also a sadistic man who loves to chase me throughout his enchanted mansion just so he can catch me and take me to his dungeon.

Petrus has just gotten back from service. His eyes have that look that tells me I’m in for a long, hard night under his talented hand. I can’t wait…

Warning: This 8,800 word short story explores BDSM themes in graphic detail.

EXCERPT

Petrus suddenly calls out in a sing-song voice, “Alice? Alice, where are you, my naughty girl?” My heartbeat quickens. Granted, while a large part of me wants Petrus to catch me, my nature demands I run. I leave the hallway and scale the winding stairs. I risk a glance over the edge and see Petrus’s eerily-handsome face.

I freeze in place. My breasts ache for his mouth. I’m sure he can see the desire turning me into a wanton woman.

He stands three flights down, short white hair artfully disheveled and eyes gleaming murder-red in amusement. I can’t help but notice my mad lover is bare-chested, his white leather pants slung low on lean hips. He must’ve discarded his matching trench coat and gloves after I left. Petrus leans on the iron railing and whistles. “My, my, Alice. What a beautiful pink kitty you have there. I can’t wait to catch it…”

I step up so my legs are no longer spread open on the stairs. My hands instinctually cover my mound.

Petrus shakes his head in mock-pity. “Now, why did you have to go and do a mean thing like that? I just want to pet it, Alice.”

My cheeks flush. Desire heats me, making it so, so, so tempting to let Petrus catch me. His voice drops, sliding over my body like velvet. “Don’t you want me to pet you, Alice? Hmm? I can pet very well, you know.”

I shake my head. I don’t want him to pet me. I want him to lick, suck, and fuck my pink kitty raw.

Petrus takes one step. I take another in the same direction. He grins. “Oh, don’t worry. I plan on doing that too, Alice.”

Damn it! I look up and see a cloud floating above my head. It’s spelled out everything I just thought. I swing at it with my fist. Petrus snickers. He holds out a hand and beckons me.

“Come on, Alice. You’ve lost.” He snaps his fingers. A platinum clock piece appears and lands gently in his palm. Petrus flips it open. “You’ve made it one quarter clock turn. Very good, my dear. Very good indeed! Now what will it be? Boots or a shirt? Maybe a lacy blindfold? You can be my very own Lady of Justice, Alice. How does that sound?”

I bolt. It’s bad form, I know. I can’t help it—I hate losing so easily. Besides, until he physically catches me I still have a chance to outwit Petrus. How I really think I can outwit him on his home turf is anyone’s guess but still. My bare feet slap noisily against the black marble steps. It’s still not loud enough to mask Petrus’s heavy, white boots.

“Alice, I know exactly what I’m going to do to that pretty pink kitty first. Spank it!”

Shit! Petrus isn’t teasing. He means it. I probably should’ve just surrendered.

I finally make it to the next floor and sprint down the hall, my long hair flying behind me like a russet banner. I think I hear him behind me but I can’t tell anymore. My blood is pumping too hard for me to hear anything but my own heartbeat. I stretch forward and grasp a large doorknob that’s growing ever-larger as I twist it.

I fling the door open and run right into Petrus’s outstretched arms.

“Gotcha, Alice!”

Before I can say a word, Petrus grabs me by the back of my head and smashes my mouth against his. I can’t help but scream like a cat in heat. I often lose my mind as soon as I touch him, which is why I do my best to not do that when I need my senses on point.

I claw his back as I press my body against his. Petrus lifts me up in his arms and my legs immediately twine about his back. Lust boils my veins. I can’t get enough of Petrus’s touch and taste. He’s like candy, sweet and addictive. His tongue fills my mouth deliciously. I suck on it greedy and demanding more.

Petrus digs his fingers into my ass and slides me up and down his muscled stomach. My clit throbs with each pass. I swivel my hips like a crazy thing. I leave off shredding his back so I can run my fingers through his pure white hair.

It’s so soft beneath my skin. One of my favorite things to do is brush it in the mornings before Petrus leaves for his Majesty’s service. He indulges me in this but I know that as soon as he exits my rooms, his hand swipes through it until it’s a beautiful mess.

Petrus slams me against the door jamb. I rip my lips from his and cry out in pain. It should put my desire in the ground but actually has the opposite effect. I view Petrus through a red haze of lust. He kisses my lips softly, smiling as I beg for more.

“Do you remember what I said I would do to your pretty pink kitty, Alice?”

I nod, a little bit scared of Petrus when he looks at me so. His eyes gleam cruelly while his perfect face looks as hard as the statues I didn’t listen to. I can’t help but wonder if one day Petrus will forget I’m his precious Alice and leave me in bloody pieces.

Petrus smiles. “Don’t be afraid, Alice. You’ll actually be screaming because you like it.”

It’s not easy being a killer’s fucktoy—especially when he says things like that.

 BOOK INFO

  • Alice & the White Rabbit (Wonderland-Inspired Erotica)
  • Word Count: 8,800
  • Categories: Erotica, Classics-Inspired, BDSM
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Need Me – Being Trevor’s Toy ebook Release

Estimated reading time: 5 – 8 minutes

Hello Everyone! As I mentioned in my last post, here’s the latest Charlotte DeCorte release. It’s got a masochistic ballerina who’s deliriously-in-love with a dark, damaged mess of a man. Sounds like Charlotte! ;)

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SUMMARY

Trevor St. John is the CEO of a monolithic corporation. He’s heir to a British title and can trace his direct lineage back to the time of William the Conqueror.

He’s also arrogant, prideful, and cold. He rarely tells me he loves me. He’s gone more often than not. He always has to be in control. He thrives on it, needing dominance over all things big and small.

Over me.

He’s picked me apart and has discovered all the chinks in my armor. He’s utterly ruthless that way. Trevor is a dangerous love. I know it. Honestly, I do. Trevor St. John is beautiful, dark, and damaged.

And he’s all mine…

WARNING: This is a 12,000 word novella. It explores tortured love in the form of a D/S theme. It contains explicit language and sexual content.

EXCERPT

He leans down and kisses me. For such a firm mouth, his lips are so incredibly soft. It’s homecoming when his tongue slides into my mouth. My nipples immediately harden, yearning for his attention. I pant, excited by a simple, sweet kiss.

Trevor moves back. His mouth is wet from mine. “Seems like I have a dirty girl in my lap. I should clean her…thoroughly.”

I nod, eager and excited. He scoops me up and carries me down the long hall leading to the master suite. The room is shadowed but my eyes are still drawn to the enormous bed crouched in the middle. Trevor has debauched me countless times on its surface. He’s made me scream in bliss. He’s made me cry as many times. I’ve slept the sleep of the dead there, curled in his arms and at peace with my world.

I so love that bed.

Trevor glances down. His smirk communicates knowledge of my carnal thoughts.

“I wouldn’t count on getting much sleep tonight, Rebecca. I’ve had to go far too long without you.”

“My offer still stands.”

He smiles and shakes his head. “As much as I appreciate it, I really don’t see how becoming your full-time sex slave will make either of us happy. You don’t want a slave, my dear.”

I shrug and say “It was just a suggestion!” while in total agreement. I don’t want Trevor submissive. At least not very often. Every now and then would be nice. But only for a little bit.

Trevor walks into the luxurious bathroom, more chamber than room, and sets me on my feet. I’m still wearing my heels but don’t step out of them. Trevor turns on the water and the tub begins to fill. There is no comforting mask of sound. The water doesn’t roar noisily. It glides out, whisper-quiet from ridiculously expensive plumbing.

Personally, I prefer my bathroom with its loud exhaust fan.

I want to undress him. I would if we were normal. Instead, I wait for Trevor to direct me, to let me know what is acceptable to him this time around. It changes like quicksand beneath my feet if I’m not careful.

Trevor typically doesn’t like to be touched. It makes him uncomfortable. Emotional neglect has that kind of effect. Which is why it’s amazing that he reacts the way he does sexually. Trevor is all hugs, kisses, and caresses then. He isn’t afraid to touch anything with his hands, mouth, or cock.

My fingers curl. It’s difficult sometimes to be so passive when all I really want to do is shove him to the stone floor and have my wicked way with him.

“Come here.”

Finally! I stride over to him. I know my eyes have already told their bawdy tale. Trevor pulls me close and cups the back of my small head in his large hand. “Undress me, you dirty girl.”

I’m a dirty girl for now. Soon I’ll be a bitch or slut. I can’t wait.

I unknot his tie, rolling it carefully before placing it on the vanity behind him. It’s the only thing I allow myself to be patient with. His shirt buttons slip free while I arch up and press my mouth against his. I can’t be this close to him without kissing him. Trevor tastes delicious and I’m soon whimpering with dizzy delight. My hands shove his white shirt off his shoulders before yanking his undershirt over his head. Then I’m fumbling with his belt.

I can’t get Trevor naked fast enough.

I unbutton his slacks and push them past his narrow hips. My arm brushes against the firm bulge waiting for me. I sink my teeth into his plump lower lip as I cup him and squeeze.

Trevor groans and whispers, “Hurry.”

My time is running out. He’s going to take over soon. Trevor can’t be passive even when he’s supposed to be.

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  • Need Me – Being Trevor’s Toy
  • Word Count: 12,000
  • Categories: Erotica Romance, Dark Love Stories, Ballerina D/S
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Freeing Damian & Taming Juliana ebook Release

Estimated reading time: 4 – 6 minutes

Hey Everyone! I can’t believe we’re already in November, can you? Anyways, I’m happy to announce another D. Cristiana piece – Freeing Damian & Taming Juliana. It’s a little bit inspired by the one crawling scene in “9 1/2 Weeks” but unlike Elizabeth, Juliana really likes it. :)

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SUMMARY

After a whirlwind courtship, Damian and Juliana married only to find themselves at each other’s throats six months later. Miserable and locked in battle, it seems divorce is their only option. However, an incident with a broken cage and a Brit brings the Saintes back from the brink and exposes their hidden D/S kinks.

Now, Damian knows exactly how to keep his sweet, submissive wife in line, seeing her as his perfect pet and never hesitating to use his hand or belt for their mutual satisfaction.

Juliana also knows exactly how to please her harsh, dominant husband, crawling beautifully for his pleasure and hers before taking her punishment like the sweet girl she is…

WARNING: This D/S 11,300 word novella explores the following themes explicitly: spanking, dominance/submissiveness, light bondage, and sadomasochism.

EXCERPT

“Crawl for me. Good girl.” Damian crouched down and held his hand out, balancing a tiny piece of chocolate on two fingertips.

Juliana focused on him, resisting the urge to hurry. She knew Damian loved watching her become his little pet, eager to please and quick to perform whatever trick he devised for their mutual pleasure and torment. Aware of the lustful gleam in his gorgeous eyes, Juliana dropped her shoulders and arched her bottom. Her naked breasts slid across the hardwood floor, nipples puckering from the sensation.

“Just a little more, sweet girl.”

Juliana adored Damian most when he was like this—loving, playful, and so very fixated on her every move. When he crooned her name Juliana lengthened her stride, needing to reach him quicker than not. Her heart beat faster as she imagined the treat awaiting her.

“You’re almost there, my Juliana.”

Love swallowed her whole. Juliana could’ve dropped to the floor right then and begged for him to take her anyway he pleased.

‘Fuck me to pieces. Be as cold as you want to me. Let me beg for your favors. You know how much I love it.’

Aware of his effect on her, Damian’s full mouth turned up in a gorgeous smirk. He waved his hand. “You’re such a good girl to do this for me, aren’t you?”

Juliana closed her eyes. Air fluttered in and out as Juliana’s stride stayed true. Damian was her beautiful master and god, especially when he still wore his work clothes of jacket, slacks, dress shirt, and loosened black tie.

As usual, all Juliana wore was her anklet. They both quickly found out that Juliana being naked put her in the appropriate headspace. Without her clothes, she became more in tune with her subservient side. Nudity allowed her to quiet the whispers that crept in to poison her happiness with accusations of perversity.

‘If anybody from the outside saw me like this they’d arrest Damian for sure. Me they’d put in a ward. But we’re not crazy. Odd, yes. Crazy? No way.’

“Crawl a little faster, sweet girl. Let me see your tits…yes, just like that!”

Juliana wanted to please him, to have him tell her exactly what to do and how to do it. Whether she completely obeyed depended on badly she wanted to feel the sweet sting of his palm or belt.

Damian reached out and cupped her chin. “Ah, my darling Juliana. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all day.”

Although he had left for work by six this morning and put in over twelve hours, Damian looked energized and not the least bit tired. Juliana preened. She alone had the power to ease the stress of his high-powered life.

“Do you want to eat the chocolate?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How bad do you want it?”

Juliana moaned, relishing the unspoken treat he promised her. “Very badly, Sir.” His hand moved down to her neck. She sighed when he applied slight pressure to her throat. Although both agreed they weren’t fond about collaring her, Juliana took to his hand as a favorite substitute.

“Show me.” Damian squeezed once, letting his fingers sink into Juliana’s soft skin before releasing her with a rakish grin. “Make it good.”

BOOK INFO

  • Freeing Damian & Taming Juliana
  • Word count: 11,300 (approximate)
  • Categories: Erotic Romance, D/S, Dark Love, Discipline Erotica
  • DRM-Free
  • $2.99

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Love Blind (A Dark Love Story) ebook Release

Estimated reading time: 4 – 6 minutes

Hello Everyone! I’m announcing another release but before I get to that I want to share a little bit about this title.

I started this a couple of months after my Mother-in-Law passed. It was meant to be a fun piece to get back into writing. Vampires + rough sex = Awesome! That was the plan but that’s not what happened. The story quickly grew its own agenda and light BDSM awesome goodness wasn’t part of it.

Somehow I’ve managed to write one of my darkest and sweetest Claudia stories. Strange, right?

I sat on the story for several months, wanting to make sure that I did want to release it as-is and not redo it as a lighter piece. Nope. Love Blind wanted to be what it was. So once I accepted that I quickly saw it in a similar light as Love Unfortunate.

It is a love story but it’s a damaged one.

That being said, I think it’s great timing to release Love Blind in October and I hope you all agree with me. :)

SUMMARY

Does the ends really ever justify the means?

On a blood-soaked balcony in Rio de Janeiro, Josephine made a desperate bargain with a vampire named Julio Alberto. Her life for another. He accepted and promptly whisked her away to his isolated plantation far from any hope of outside help.

Now over twenty years later, Carnaval looms and Josephine still waits for the night when Julio Alberto will finally tire of her. Quick to dismiss his affection as a game, Josephine uses her wits to push her vampire away, unable to believe in his or anyone’s love.

Undeterred, Julio Alberto strips Josephine down, forcing her to finally admit to the shameful darkness buried deep in her soul. Broken and pushed past her limits, will Josephine accept her heart’s longing for Julio Alberto or will she remain forever love blind?

Warning: This is a 24,200 word (approximately 97 pages) novella. It is meant for a mature audience and contains dark subject matter.

 EXCERPT

“Where o’ where did my little kitty go?”

Josephine slipped off her heels, knowing she had a better chance of making a good show of escaping if unhampered by gorgeous yet crippling footwear.

“Is she waiting for me in bed?”

She fixated on the door, eyes gone dry in the need to keep away from the impeccably dressed creature come like beguiling death. He hovered just inside the mosquito netting enveloping the bed, making a great show of looking for her under the crisp, cotton covers.

“No, she’s not here. Hmm…could she be hiding under the bed? Maybe in the armoire?”

Josephine didn’t need to look directly at the aristocratic planes of his beautiful face to know what was there. She had seen the landscape too many times to count. Even now wicked humor burned mad bright in his ebony gaze as they swept the rarely-used guest room. His full mouth curled in dark, anticipatory pleasure that marked him as a predator ready to hunt.

It’s always a game to him. It’s as if nothing in life is of any interest unless it’s wrapped up in blood and sex.

“She’s not in the bed or under it. She’s also not in the armoire. Where o’ where can my little kitty be?” He turned away from Josephine and rocked back on booted heels. She watched the broad shoulders rise in an easy shrug. “I know she couldn’t really be hiding by the window. Only stupid little girls would do that and my kitty isn’t stupid, is she?”

Crap!

Josephine edged away, careful to keep the drapes from sweeping across the floor. Her hand slid down her thigh, fingers unlatching the strapped knife, and readied herself for the bloodletting.

“I’d be so disappointed if my kitty hid for nothing. I’m sure she would too because then I’d have to take my disappointment out on something else…pity.”

Now!

Josephine dashed out from behind the curtains, right hand curled hard around her dagger as she made for the closed door. Delighted laughter hissed in her ear scant moments before Josephine’s arm swung out in an arc. She felt the blade cut through fabric and flesh but knew it wouldn’t be enough to stop him.

BOOK INFO

  • Love Blind (A Dark Love Story)
  • Word Count: 24,200 (Approximate)
  • Categories: Gothic Romance, Dark Love, Dark Paranormal Romance
  • DRM-Free
  • $2.99

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Make You Cry (Marcus & Marguerite #2) eBook Release

Estimated reading time: 4 – 6 minutes

Hello Everyone!

I’m pleased to announce my latest D. Cristiana release. It’s a continuation into Marcus and Marguerite’s world from Dark Desires: Sold.

SUMMARY

Marcus and Marguerite had Paris. Now three months later Marguerite wonders just how does her charming assassin sees her—lover, whore, or worse?

Fixated on knowing her place in his life, Marguerite challenges Marcus to play rough with her and let her experience the darkness beneath his ready smile. He accepts, instantly becoming a ruthless stranger bent on subjugating her to his every desire.

Will Marguerite find the answers she seeks or has she just foolishly unleashed a merciless beast?

EXCERPT

“What do you see when you look at me?” Marguerite damned her bravery while feeling the blood drain from her face. She didn’t think she could bear to hear him go down her checklist. It was too late though. Marguerite asked for whatever she got.

“That’s not what you really want to know.”

“Isn’t it?”

Marcus’s tiny smile evaporated. “You know it isn’t.”

“Then what?”

He closed his eyes and heaved a tired sigh. “You want to know.”

“What?” Marguerite’s whispered, insides coiling between heat and ice. She felt like throwing up or at least gagging. He was right—nobody liked to be categorized much less told to her face what simplified field she fit. Her face didn’t lie but neither did it glorify her present sensations. Smooth and untouchable, it made an interesting palette for Marcus to use.

“You want to know how I can be. You want to know what it’s like to be as everyone else in my life. You want to know if you are anything more than just a pile of meat.”

Marcus didn’t end with a lilt of question. His words shot true.

“You used me for cover in Paris.”

“Yes.”

Marguerite didn’t expect him to have an attack of conscience but his easy answer unsettled. “Will you use me again?”

“If I need to.”

“Will I know?”

He shrugged. “I’d rather you didn’t. Makes denial far more plausible.”

Marguerite observed him, feeling that tingling crawl of skin knowing he wasn’t like anyone she had ever encountered. Worse, she wasn’t even disgusted by it. Unsettled—yes. Disgusted—no.

What strange people we are.

She stood up and invaded Marcus’s space. Face close enough to his to see each and every long, feminine eyelash framing his limpid gaze, Marguerite whispered, “Show me.”

“Do you really think you can handle it?” Marcus drew a circle on her chin with his fingertip. “I take your care seriously, baby. I am not interested in hurting you for curiosity’s sake.”

“We can pretend I’m someone who—”

“No. I don’t play pretend games. Not about this. It’s real or it doesn’t happen.”

Something akin to embarrassment lit her cheeks. “I see.”

“Do you? Like I said, baby, I take your care seriously. I’m not interested in hurting you just for the empty thrills.”

“Then don’t.”

“That easy, is it? I play with you hard but keep enough control to pull the strings gently. Everything in its nice, tidy package because I’m just that good, hmm?” He contemplated her request, seizing enough time to make Marguerite squirm before smiling and saying, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yep. I am that good and I do love to play rough. So it’s a win for both of us. Besides, didn’t I promise you in Paris that I’d tie you up next time?” He stood up quickly, body knocking hers back. “You were very rude when I came home, Marguerite. I think you should apologize.”

BOOK INFO

  • Make You Cry (Marcus & Marguerite #2) by D. Cristiana
  • Word Count: 8,700 (Approximate)
  • Categories: Erotic Romance, Dark Love, Contemporary Short Story
  • DRM-Free
  • $2.99

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Becoming Devon’s Girl ebook Release

Estimated reading time: 5 – 8 minutes

Hello Everyone! I had a very busy last couple of months working on some late 2011 pieces. (I’m really hauling booty so that way I can block off July for some serious DDIII. :) )

In celebration of my newest release, I’m having a sale on all D. Cristiana fiction until July 21, 2012. So if you haven’t had a chance to pick them up know they’re on sale right meow!

Okay, onto the belle of this particular ball—”Becoming Devon’s Girl”:

SUMMARY

 My name is Sarah Woods. I’m sitting in my car, trying to find the courage to walk into a luxurious hotel and face the man waiting for me twenty floors above.

Devon McNeill.

He’s tall, dark, handsome, intelligent, and sexy as hell. I’ve only known him for a month but I was smitten from the moment he held open the door for me at a local bookstore. Later that night when he caught me in the erotica section, Devon pulled down a copy of “Nine and a Half Weeks” and handed it to me along with his card.

Hope you take a chance on the book. I’ll be here next week on the same day and time if you want to discuss it.

I met him and we began a weekly spirited discussion of the classic memoir. Despite the steamy subject matter and much to my chagrin, Devon was a perfect gentleman, but those magical hours together were ones I looked forward to all week. When I accused Elizabeth, the author, of not having enough courage to recognize love, Devon challenged me to rewrite the book’s ending with him.

I know what that means. It’s not just about anonymous sex or a passionate fling. Devon demands it all. Devon wants to be sadist to my masochist, to let him be my everything. And as insane as it may be–I want it too. It’s all or nothing and as I leave my car I wonder if I’ll be brave enough to become Devon’s girl…

NOTE: Light BDSM, crude language, and explicit descriptions of sexual acts are contained within this 12,600 word novella. (Approximately 42 pages.)

EXCERPT

“Hold out your wrists.”

Devon’s voice slid over me like warm, thick honey. Sitting on the edge of the hotel bed, I felt my stomach tighten as I imagined what would happen once I obeyed him. An intoxicating paradox of fear and lust overwhelmed me. Bound, I would be at his mercy. He could strip me, hurt me, love me, exalt me, or break me.

All at once or not at all.

My lips parted, alerting him to the reason why my breathing quickened and my limbs trembled.

The ruby scarf trailed to the floor when he dropped his arm.

I was afraid I had disappointed Devon, made him think I wasn’t serious about being here. Before words of apology could trip their way out of my closed throat, Devon crouched before me. He smiled, brushing back my hair with his free hand.

“I know you’re scared, Sarah. It’s okay.”

My lips curved into a stiff smile. I wonder if it looked as awkward as I felt. “Are you mad at me?”

“No, of course not.”

He trailed the tip of one finger across my chin and down my throat. Goosebumps exploded. Heat gathered and concentrated on the path where he had touched me. I needed to know what else Devon was capable of making me feel even though it scared me grim.

“I almost didn’t think you’d come.”

“Really?” My voice was high like that of a schoolgirl. Clad in my black skirt, sensible white dress shirt, and black ballet flats, the description seemed apt. The white lace bra and panties underneath definitely completed the symbolism. In his presence I felt innocent, virginal to all the ways a beautiful, dominant man like him could taint a closet-submissive like me.

“I’m sorry.”

The corner of his mouth lifted into a lovely smirk. “Don’t apologize, Sarah.”

I fixated on Devon’s lower lip, wanting to kiss and take the fleshy part between my teeth. In the pulsing corners of my mind, I craved to be wanton and shameless for him…because of him.

It was supposed to be so simple and it still can be. I just need to let go and be who I want. And that’s what I’m scared of.

As if he had read my mind, Devon praised me, words buttery soft and potent. “It was incredibly brave of you to come here.” He squeezed my bare knee. “You do know that, don’t you, Sarah?”

I swayed forward. His soft voice did delightful things to me. I could imagine myself doing whatever Devon wanted as long as I could listen to him forever.

Unfortunately, the problem came when marvelous imagining became barbed reality.

 BOOK INFO:

  • Becoming Devon’s Girl by D. Cristiana
  • Word Count: 12,600 (Approximate)
  • Categories: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, BDSM, Short Stories, Adult Romance
  • DRM-Free
  • $1.49 (Sales Price!)

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*Don’t forget: All D. Cristiana titles are on sale at the above retailers until July 21, 2012. Stock up! :) *