New Release: Siddella’s Surrender
Posted by sascha
Out now from Renaissance E-books
Kinky Faeries with a Taste for B&D! Siddella, Thief of the Low Court of Faery, discovers she’s stolen something very valuable to the cybernetic ruling class. Crashing a party, she doesn’t realize that the Black Angus, Faery’s legendary guards are present. With voracious sexual appetites that make modern BDSM players cringe, she fears the Black Angus will find out her one most personal secret along with the data she stole. Lord Frika has organized the Black Angus in an assault on the cybernetic ruling class of the Unseelie Kingdom in an attempt to begin reversing the damage computers and technology have done to Faery. Seeing Siddella, he realizes that this little party crasher is more than just a thief and that she holds the key to not only restoring Faery but to his heart. Can an thief who values freedom fall in love with a fierce fighter with a taste for chaining his lovers and then degrading them in every way he can imagine? Can the two them work past personal issues to save Faery from a fate worse than death? Or will her forced surrender be too much for the Faery to handle? “A powerful look at domination!” -Sensual Romance Reviews
Excerpt to follow!
Excerpt from Siddella’s Surrender
Posted by sascha
Chapter One
She ducked into the shadows, using the large buildings as cover against the onslaught of electric bolts being fired at her by the Cyber-Fae. Heaving breath, sweat covered and barely clothed, she had only herself to blame for trying to steal data from a high ranking Comrade in this part of town.
What little magick she could summon, she pulled from deep within and used it with a cloak chant. The Cyber-Fae chasing her wouldn’t be able to sense her unless her temperature fluctuated much.
In this cold weather, that was unlikely.
Fae in the Unseelie Kingdom knew only one temperature. Freezing.
Lights from hover cars zoomed past her, the whirling sirens of the Cyber-Fae’s elite police force speeding past her.
Siddella’s heart pounded loudly against her chest. In these lands she could not call enough magick to warm her body or still her beating heart since the grid took ever little bit of energy from the inhabitants to power the computers used to run the city-state.
Sinking deeper into the shadows, Siddella remained still as a brick while silently praying for the return of the Goddess and God to these lands.
Another moment passed in what seemed like an eternity.
Using her magick feelers, Siddella picked up the presence of others who were not Fae nearby.
They wouldn’t help her but their scents would help mask hers once she mingled in with them.
The trick was, did she have enough glamour to change her appearance and get into whatever event was going on.
A little food would help. Disappearing from this hateful realm and into the Seelie Kingdom would be a better fate than dying under the thumb of a merciless ruler who sold his own people out for technology in an attempt to provide security against a non threatening enemy.
Or, perhaps she could get to Earth and masquerade as a Goth while living out her days in peace.
The money her contact promised for this information would certainly get her out of the Unseelie City-State.
Siddella crept along the building side until she reached the back wall that ran along the length of the high rise. Peering up between the buildings, she noticed a sliver of light between the brick wall and back edge of the building. She could slither through, race along the line of the wall and bypass being spotted if she kept her balance.
Her stomach grumbled.
Siddella set a hand on her tummy and clutched at it. A shiver ran through her.
She swallowed hard.
The sky opened up and began to pour white snow from the clouds. The sounds of other Fae yelling and scurrying inside to avoid the snow echoed through the alleyway.
Siddella didn’t have a choice. She had to make it into one of the nearby buildings before the electric snowfall zapped her.
Since the weather had changed so drastically in the Unseelie, Gods and Goddesses left. The land which lived at will no longer reflected Faery culture. Random beautiful storms that showered Faery with colorful liquid and made flowers bloom in the darkness became acid rain storms. Snow that once coated the land in a blanket of white and blue now fell with heavy voltage of electricity.
Not all of Faery had changed, the Seelie Kingdom was still a Kingdom, not a Fascist city-state. Granted, the Fae there were prudish and Victorian but that part of Fae still retained the blessings of the Court of Light.
Siddella clutched the flash drive in her pocket and made a dash for the wall. She hoped her speed could get her up on top and keep her balanced until she found an opening.
With a quick jump, she now perched on the single layer brick wall. The tiny amount of room would give her some shelter from the electric snow, but not enough to keep her completely uncovered.
If snow hit her skin, it would zap her with several hundred volts of electricity.
She swallowed another lump in her throat and took off down the line of bricks, darting over gaps.
Snow fell with a buzz around her ears.
She stopped just in time to see the end of the wall and a light blanket of snowfall cover the road before her.
“Shit.”
Panting, she dug her hand into the pocket of her jeans and shoved the flash drive deeper inside, making sure to protect it from the outside static that accompanied the snow.
The soft buzzing became a loud hiss.
Looking around, Siddella saw the giant hotel across from where she perched and saw doors open. Guests in suits hung around the glass windows watching the snowfall.
She could probably make it across the street without getting hit by snow.
Hover vehicles zoomed down the street at a fast pace. The cars provided protection from the electrical storm but nobody liked being out in it.
Her nose picked up the scent of white pepper and cayenne.
She ran a hand through her shoulder length white hair and hoped she could summon enough glamour to get passed the doorman into shelter.
This would require the rest of her energy. She’d spent what she had on getting to this point.
Every nerve was on edge. She calculated the distance from here to the hotel opening. Just one hundred meters. With the wind blowing that would probably knock her off course slightly, at best. At worst, she’d make it to the awning but get hit with a few flakes.
“Fuck.”
She had no choice. She had to survive the next few hours in hopes of meeting her contact.
One more, she swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat. Taking a deep breath, she figured out that heading slightly to the left of her target would probably get her to the door and inside with just enough time to spare that she could throw up her glamour and fit in with the others.
Tattered black and pink cloth covered her top and because of her breasts hug just above her belly button, tight blue shorts hugged her hips, leaving most of her legs exposed. Ankle length boots with holes in the soles completed her rag tag outfit.
She shrugged and prayed once more to the Gods who used to live here that she wouldn’t get struck down by electric snow.
Inhaling a deep breath, Siddella lowered herself to a sprinting position.
With a whoosh, she let out her breath and took off into the street.
A car horn blared to her right.
Lights flashed to her left.
Gunfire sounded.
The electric bolt buzzed by her ear, distracting her.
She veered off course but kept up her pace.
Her legs pumped hard and fast, sending blood through her body to help movement.
A loud thud caught her off guard before she realized she’d hit a column inside the hotel.
Patrons stared at her oddly. Staff looked at her, then returned to dealing with customers.
A grin almost crossed her lips as she realized she underestimated her speed and ran straight through the glass doors and into the middle of the large foyer.
Marble columns like the one she ran into towered above her head. Gray and black seemed to be the predominant theme here, with high metal walls that rose to the sky. Above her, snow fell and landed on the glass fixture several stories up.
She’d made it to the proper hotel to meet her contact. She let out a sigh of relief. Only a few more minutes remained before she could escape this nasty hell.
“Miss?”
A hand tapped her shoulder. She looked up to see another Faery, his eyes slightly slanted and closed much like the Asians of Earth. His form fitting gray uniform showed off broad shoulders and narrow hips.
She licked her lips. “Yes?”
“May I help you?” He spoke politely, keeping an even tone while his gaze roamed over her body.
Patting herself off, Siddella stood.
She remembered the gunfire outside. She had limited time before whoever shot at her came into the hotel. Think damnit! “I’m here waiting for a friend.”
He smiled kindly. “Can I get you a coat? You hardly look dressed for this weather.”
That smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.
His accent was definitely that of a Halfling. Words came out low and drawn out. “You look like you’re not even from here.”
She ran a hand through her blonde hair. “Because I have dual colored irises?”
“Because you’re shivering and dressed highly inappropriately for the Unseelie City-State.”
She snorted. “Yeah. Well, it’s laundry day?”
He chuckled. “Fair enough I suppose. At least let me get you a house robe then.”
It wasn’t like the fae didn’t encourage nudity but this hotel swarmed with businessmen and women who most likely weren’t here for the freak show or the club scene. She nodded. “Is there a washroom I can use?”
He pointed down one hall towards a row of elevators. “Yes. Come with me and we’ll get you that robe.”
She straightened and looked around. The fae standing before her stood several inches taller than she. He extended a hand to her.
Seeing a chance to use what little glamour she could on him, she blinked and focused her energy on changing her appearance. White hair spiked and became a blood red. Her dual colored eyes became tri colored, silver with white and red flecks. She stood an inch taller with darker skin.
Her clothes she couldn’t change so much.
Blurb from Covenant of Wolves 1: Stalker (Dub Mix)
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Hired by the Unseelie government to court an ally, Millie makes her way to Mortal Earth to strike alliance between the Unseelie court and The Protectors, before the Seelie court finally ends the battle between the two kingdoms.
As royalty of his pack, Prince Faolan is responsible for bringing into the world an heir to train and teach the new breed of wolves how to protect mankind. After being dragged out one night by his assistant, he spots Millie, the ever so sexy faery and decides one night with her is a must until she reveals a desire for a different type of fun.
An unknown enemy stalks them both, turning one night into a dangerous hell as truths are revealed, tables are turned and nothing is safe anymore.
“So, where am I going tonight?” Faolan heaved a sigh as the memory faded and he removed his boots from the desk to better look at his ward.
“Where the freaks are,” she almost giggled, her dark brown eyes gleaming with mischief. “A place called The Church. It’s in Texas!”
“I have to leave California for another fucking Goth club?” Leaning forward, Faolan opened and narrowed his eyes on Anya. This wasn’t the first freaks club she’d encouraged him to go to, what did she know that he didn’t?
She absently twirled strands of dark hair between her fingers and nodded, her eyes lowered. “You’re looking for more than a fuck, my precious wolf.” Her tone sounded almost provocative.
“But why with those fakers? Most of those freaks can’t take the kind of pain I like to give out. Do you remember,” his shoulders tensed at the memory, his anger rising a notch, “the last little girl I had in here?”
Anya nodded in understanding. “I do. She was whiny and bitchy and your cock in her mouth shut her up quickly before tears came down her eyes.”
“No,” he shook his head, his voice a low growl of annoyance. “I fucked her ass then made her suck me off because she was missing the point of dominance.”
“She still cried.” Anya smirked, clearly unimpressed
“Fuck,” Faolan set a large hand on his oak desk, sighing in exasperation. “I have to go?”
Anya looked up from his thigh and grinned as though she’d reach up and tear his head off if he declined. “I insist,” her accent came out thick, the smile on her lips sweet and dangerous at the same time.
It was moments like this that reminded him just how maternal she could be, though there was more to it than that. Their relationship was… complicated.
Faolan reached out to her, stroking her thick hair. Silky strands fell between his fingers before he clutched her hair in a tight fist and yanked her upwards partially off her knees.
Slowly, Anya rose to her feet, guided by the fist entwined in her dark locks just at the nape of her neck.
Faolan let out a sigh as he leaned forward and kissed her, brushing his lips softly over hers before applying steady pressure.
Complicated indeed.
Her warm mouth opened for him, letting his tongue slip past juicy lips. She was giving just as he needed her to. Smaller fingers reached for his thighs again, clutching them tightly through rough texture of his pants.
His cock hardened beneath his jeans as his grip became a gentle caress at the back of her head, raising goose bumps over her tanned skin. The heat was rising in a beautiful blush across her flesh that stole his breath. How lovely his Anya was.
Faolan became instantly aware that her nipples had peaked into tight little buds beneath the deep purple crushed velvet top. He tore himself from her with a low growl and released her. The flutter of her eyelashes against his rough unshaved cheek tickled. The scent of her arousal was almost more than he could bear, but he forced his lusts down as he looked upon her with affection.
She sank down back to her knees in silence, gently resting her head against the warmth of his thigh. Something genteel and sweet moved through her rich brown eyes as she gazed up at him, nudged her cheek against the material of his jeans.
“I love you Anya and wish to protect you above all else,” he quietly whispered the words, but he knew she’d heard them.
She didn’t respond. She didn’t need to. There was only a soft contented sigh breathed past her slightly bruised lips
"I Will Submit to You, Master" out now from Renaissance E-books!
Posted by sascha
It Takes a True Master to Turn a Strong Mistress into an Eager Sub! Collin was the man for the job and Jackie was the dominant woman who needed taming, Spirited into a dungeon, Mistress Jackie soon finds herself in a battle of wills with Master Collin, and she soon realizes it will be a losing battle for her. Not only is his will stronger, but Collin will soon introduce her to a series of sexual devices designed to teach her submission, devices no woman could resist. From the celebrated Top, and author of Gift of Her Submission.
Friday Flash - Captured
Posted by sascha
This short snippet is from “Captured” my short sotry in “Gift ofHer Submission” which will be my first complete Male Dom collection, a trilogy of three male dominant stories dedicated to three very special people in my life.
Jean Marie told me stats on Male Dom stories at ReB, so I said I’d give her something Male Dom. Here’s the snippet…
Casey wore a black dress that fit her body to a T. Lack of a bra irritated her breasts, causing her nipples to peak. Beneath her dress, she wore stockings, garter belt and no panties. A shiver raced through her at the contact of bare skin against the wispy dress.
Strappy two inch heels adorned her feet. She still cringed when she saw herself in the mirror, but thank goddess for her auburn hair and sea blue eyes. She thought they were her prettiest features and hoped he would approve.
Sitting down before him, she swept her waist length hair aside and looked down at the salad he’d ordered. There was steak on it.
“You may look up at me now.” His voice was steel, neutral and deep.
She lifted her gaze at him, noticed how his long blonde hair framed his narrow face. Gun metal gray eyes peered at her through half open lids. Long eyelashes fluttered over round eyes. His lips were plump, kissable. Pale skin contrasted against the dark shirt he wore that covered a massive frame.
Casey wondered what he looked like nude. She’d seen a few pictures of him in a tank top, knew he had strong well defined shoulders.
“I thought you said I was dieting.”
Ronan waved a hand dismissively. “Dieting is bullshit, sweetheart.” He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t want you to lose weight. You’re beautiful the way you are. I want you to be healthy.”
She blinked. “And steak is supposed to be healthy?”
“Yes.” A wicked grin crossed his kissable mouth. “The protein you get there will keep you awake all night for,” he clasped his hands together, “other things.”
Her heart thudded faster at the last bit of his sentence.
“Go on, eat.” He brushed his hand in front of her plate. Flames danced in gray eyes that spoke of desire, sending flames tickling in Casey’s lower region.
She’d crossed her legs, felt dampness moisten her thighs. Even so, she took a bite of the steak with the greens. It was cooked perfectly and laid out on a bed of arugula. The spicy flavors of the greens mixed with the hints of black pepper in her mouth. She chewed the meat, tasting all the succulent juices from the piece of meat. “Mmm,” she swallowed and took another bite. “You’re not going to eat?”
Ronan shook his head. “I have wine. We’re beginning your lessons now though.” The glint in his eyes held desire and spoke of more things that Casey wondered about.
With a nod, Jessie took another bite. And another until the steak was gone from her plate and only crumbs left. She glanced over her water glass at Ronan, seeing his approval. “One might think you’re trying to fatten me up even more for slaughter.”
“One might think that statement was impertinent as well.” His tone remained neutral enough to hide the hidden annoyance.
Casey swallowed another sip of water, wishing for something else to put her lips around. Nerves welled up as the waiter brought another bottle of wine for Ronan along with a second glass.
“For the lady,” Ronan motioned with a hand at Casey.
“I don’t uhh…”
He tilted his head, giving the annoyed slant of his eyes a softer look. “This is about new experiences, Casey. Remember?”
Casey swallowed hard, the lump in her throat growing annoyingly larger. She agreed to this meeting, agreed to perform for him in real time.
They’d known each other for a long time and had sworn to meet up as soon as they were able.
Truth was, she’d snuck out one night and not looked back from the situation she was in. No kids, but an asshole of an ex husband had berated her and made her feel small. He’d criticized her constantly. Even when she dug her heels in and fought
back, he somehow still seemed to win.
The chance Ronan had offered her seemed too good to be true. Try it out first, just a few days and then decide. Come be one of his kept. His pets, loved, cared for.
Submissive completely to him.
She nodded and took the glass of wine Ronan handed her. Forcing the rim to her lips, she inhaled the sharp tannins and tartness of the berry before swallowing.
The liquid hit her tongue, confirming her thoughts. Bitter. Then as it slid down her throat, the liquid seemed to morph into something fruity with an acidic quality to it.
“See?” He clasped his hands together in front of him and watched her as though she were in school. “This game isn’t so bad.”
Casey nodded again. She took another swallow, this time a bigger one.
“Woah,” he caught the stem of her glass and kept her from drinking too much too fast. “The last I recall, you didn’t have a tolerance like I do.”
“Nobody,” she shook her head, “has a tolerance like you do, my prince.” She smiled. The alcohol already seemed to be affecting her head.
Or was that more nerves.
“We’re going to transform you in this game, my dear.”
“You mean change me?” She bit her bottom lip as she realized her mistake.
Ronan scowled at her. “Never. You’re perfect as you are.” His voice trailed off.
“But?”