TEACH ME by Cassandra Dean
Hi peeps!
Cassandra Dean here, with the skinny on my latest release. I’m so pleased to be able to chat with all you lovely people, and big thanks to Mit from Sexy Reads for facilitating it!
I’m also super excited to announce that TEACH ME, an early Victorian erotic romance, is now available through Decadent Publishing as of today. Yes, today the 21st of February is release day! Huzzah! TEACH ME has been a labour of love for me, from the first moment the idea popped into my head until this very proud day, when I get to share the adventures of Elizabeth and Malvern with you all.
TEACH ME has a bit of a funny beginning. I was at a bit of a dark period in my life and as such I had absolutely no creativity in me whatsoever. To cheer myself, I decided to fulfil one of my lifelong ambitions, and booked myself a three-month holiday to Europe. It had been ages since I’d written, and when I was packing for my trip, I made the conscious decision not to take paper and pen with me. I won’t write anything, thought I.
First up on the trip was a short stay in London. A friend from university had moved to London a few years previous, and she very graciously allowed me to sleep on her lounge whilst there. After hanging out with her and her peeps for a few days, I headed on up to Glasgow to begin a bus tour of Scotland. At the time, I was in my late 20s and was the second youngest person on the tour by about 20 years.
It was somewhere on the way from Glasgow to Carlisle (which isn’t in Scotland, but was included on the tour as our introduction to Hadrian’s Wall) that I realised staring at the back of the grey heads of my fellow bus tour goers was not that exciting. As such, I started to daydream–and then, suddenly, the final scene of what would become TEACH ME popped into my head. I tried to ignore it, but the scene wouldn’t go away. I keep seeing this cold, remote man, watching a woman across the ballroom floor. From afar, she teased him, and only they two knew he was affected and, what’s more, amused. All afternoon, this scene tormented me. They just wouldn’t leave, this cold man and the joyful woman he watched, and so I realised I had to write it all down.
Of course, due to my bone headedness, I had no paper and pen to record it. Cursing myself, I anxiously awaited our destination for that evening. Upon arrival, I rushed to my room and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the little pad and pen emblazoned with the hotel’s name set on the writing desk. That night, I wrote the scene down and plotted out what I thought would be a short story. The next day, we made a stop in a small town, and I went straight for a stationary shop to buy myself a proper notebook. The rest, as they say, is history…and also, not a short story ;p
So what is this TEACH ME all about?
To the Earl of Malvern, the erotic tutelage of a skittish widow is little more than sport, however the woman he teaches is far from the mouse he expects. With her sly humor and insistent joy, Elizabeth obliterates all his expectations and he, unwillingly fascinated, can’t prevent his fall.
Each more intrigued than they are willing to admit, Elizabeth and Malvern embark upon a tutelage that will challenge them, change them, come to mean everything to them…until a heartbreaking betrayal threatens to tear them apart forever.
Sounds pretty nifty, right? Of course, I might be biased. :p Would you like a bit more? Then have a gander at the excerpt!
Moments passed, the Earl’s impassive gaze weighing heavy upon Elizabeth. An overwhelming urge to twist her fingers assaulted her, but what if her fidgeting made him refuse?
He seemed to make some decision. “I shall show you carnal pleasure, madam. As you say, both to receive and to give. However, pregnancy should be avoided at all costs.” His eyes flickered, the first sign of something resembling emotion crossing his face. “I will not marry you, no matter the circumstance.”
Well, of course he wouldn’t. She wouldn’t wed him either. In any event, conception was not a concern for her, not after a marriage that had never yielded—
Good Lord. He spoke of practical application. He spoke of touching and kissing and—Was it warmer of a sudden?
He continued with barely a pause. “Actual penetration will be avoided. While many people extol the virtues of withdrawal, I remain unconvinced. We will discuss methods of contraception during your education, but the most effective method is always avoidance. You are in agreement?”
Still confused but now with cheeks aflame, Elizabeth nodded. In all her life, no one had ever spoken so frankly. This, combined with his matter-of-fact manner and lack of emotion, banished any lingering apprehension and left only the excitement. Glorious, thrilling excitement.
“Excellent.” Stepping close to her once more, he brushed his hand from her neck to her shoulder, the back of his fingers now warm against her skin. “Shall we begin?”
To celebrate the release of TEACH ME, comment below to go in the running to win an ebook copy of my previous release, ENSLAVED, as well as a signed TEACH ME postcard, TEACH ME magnet and TEACH ME keyring. One lucky commenter will win the lot :D
Well, that’s it from me, peeps. Thanks for having me, it’s been a blast!
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DON’T CALL ME ‘BABY’ by Elizabeth Black
From now until February 23rd 2012, you can purchase your very own copy for the low price of $4.99 at All Romance E-Books. Don’t miss out on your chance to be enthralled by this wonderful contemporary romance, full of everything you would expect when a woman is exploring her sexuality during the 1980’s.
DON’T CALL ME ‘BABY’ is a fast-paced, quick-witted, sexy, novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural morés she collides with on a daily basis.
It’s 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for aeons. Not content to strive for her MRS degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes – married college professors, theatre students, virgins, complete strangers who intrigue her. She has already cost one man his job.
She asks herself lots of questions on her search to enjoy her sexuality. Why don’t other women enjoy their sex as much as she does? Why do so many women and men look down on sexually free women, calling them sluts while sexually free men are called studs and Lotharios? She bucks at the double standards! Catherine has made no commitment to any man. She’s free to explore and she gladly does so. No man can tie her down and no woman’s judgment will stop her from playing the field to her heart’s content.
Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she’s found the sexual bliss she is looking for – and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before.
Catherine Stone looked around the amusement park and rides but saw nothing unusual. It was the end of another hot and humid day in Maryland during the summer of 1983. The sun had set behind the trees, casting shadows across the park hiding the car she sat in to some extent. Catherine wished it were a bit darker outside, because she was in constant fear of getting caught, but it was a hot June evening, so that was too much to ask for. Besides, the possibility of getting caught thrilled her, made the encounter all the more exciting for her. Every horn blowing and car pulling in made her hair stand on end. Will this be the cop who pulls us over? Can we get away with me sucking him off here yet again?
She unzipped Brian’s trousers, and slipped her hand inside. Reaching into his briefs, her fingers wrapped around his growing cock and it jumped at her touch. Brian is so predictable. All he ever wants is for me to suck his cock. Good thing I demand a good, expensive meal after these trysts, or I’d get nothing out of them. She pulled his cock out of his trousers, feeling the organ spread out in her palm.
“Oh, that feels good. I love it when you stroke me off.”
She stroked his shaft, gripping him harder as her hand reached the base. Every time she squeezed, his cock jumped in her hand. She liked the way it looked and felt in her hand. Purple with arousal and thick with veins, the well-formed head glistened with pre-cum. In her years since starting college she had enjoyed many different types of cocks and Brian’s was especially hot because it was so big and he was uncircumcised. She liked the look of hard cocks. When they were hard they were so sensitive. A twist a little too far this way or that way could hurt, yet she knew from what past lovers had told her, the pain felt so good. She liked pulling Brian’s cock too far; just to get a painful, yet aroused reaction out of him. Although she felt impatient, she relished the fact that she was a good lay. Her blowjob skills had improved greatly over the months, and she could also make Brian come very quickly with her hand jobs.
As she gently rolled back his foreskin and stroked his growing shaft, she cradled his balls in her other hand. She liked the way his cock grew to nearly twice its size, when all she did was brush her fingers against it. It felt hard yet sinewy, like a garden hose full of water. She enjoyed the effect she had on him, and she relished her power. Sex was a heady power surge, and Catherine could not get enough of it.
Brian’s cock was big; longer and thicker than other cocks she had the pleasure of sucking and fucking. Plus, at his age of fifty-eight, he stayed harder for a longer time, and it took him much longer to come than men her own age of twenty-two. Catherine never faked orgasms. She liked sex so much that she had no trouble coming every time she fucked. When she didn’t feel like coming, she simply said so. Faking an orgasm was something she never even considered doing.
Tonight was one night, however, that she wished Brian would hurry up, come, and get it over with. She hated their trysts at the park because she got little if anything out of them. She would much rather stay in a nice hotel and spend the evening fucking without feeling any pressure, but that was not to be this evening. She needed to be at Silver Spring College in the morning for her new summer job. So here she sat, sexually unsatisfied and feeling a bit used wondering when she was going to meet a man who could satisfy her insatiable sexual needs.
Little did she know that several men, including a father and son, would please her over the upcoming summer weeks, including one man who was her match.
“Yes, stroke it, Baby. Go slowly.”
“Don’t call me ‘Baby’.” She hated it when he called her ‘baby’. It made her feel like she was his property. “Baby” was also what her father called her mother when he was trying to excuse his extramarital affairs. He’d say, “I’m sorry, Baby,” when all he was sorry for was getting caught, not the actual affairs themselves. Catherine wondered if she saw married men because of the way her father treated her mother. At least with a married man, he couldn’t force her to be exclusive. She didn’t have to make a commitment to a married man or get too emotionally invested. She was interested in the sex more than the relationship. Whenever Brian called her “Baby”, he reminded her of why she saw married men and that made her feel uncomfortable. She preferred to be called “Honey” which sounded more affectionate. She’d even accept “Hon”, which was a popular term of endearment in her native Baltimore but Brian was from New York. She hated “Baby” because it sounded so crude to her. Her roommate’s obnoxious boyfriend called her “Baby” when he was lying to her, so the word left a bad taste in Catherine’s mouth.
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Absolute Valentines
Valentine’s day is the perfect time for some furtive fumbling and secret sauciness. This amazing collection of nine erotic stories all with a valentine’s theme is sure to get your heart thumping, your blood pumping and your pulse racing. Written by some of the adult and romantic fiction world’s best-loved authors, this special digest is a Valentine’s treat that can be enjoyed all year round!
Published By: Andrews UK Ltd
Published: Feb 09, 2012
ISBN # 9781781660492
Word Count: 15,732
Contains stories from: Victoria Blisse, Sommer Marsden, Lucy Felthouse, Nicky Raven, Scarlett Knight, Billy Rubin, Penny Goodweather and Vanessa Sade
The Madame of Mystery, Northern Bird and all-round Perv of the highest order Victoria Blisse has pulled back the curtains to give us a little sneak peek into what we can expect from this saucy anthology.
Clouds, Sex and Chocolate
“You’ve got it on the brain,” I said curving my hand over his body and stroking over his crotch. I can feel him hardening through the stiff cotton of his summer shorts.
“Oh, are you complaining?”
“No,” I purr, stroking his dick, feeling it swell in response to my touch, “it’s one of the main reasons I love you.”
“Mm, good.” He kisses along the curve of my neck and I slip my hand under the waistband of his shorts as a reward for his kissing caresses on one of my hottest erogenous zones.
“You’re a naughty thing,” he whispers, “seducing me in such a public place.”
“We’ve not seen a soul all afternoon,” I reply, pulling his erection clear of his pants, “and I really don’t think the sheep in the next field care what we get up too.
“Baaa,” the sheep interject just at that moment and make us chuckle.
“See,” I smile, “they just gave us permission to fuck.”
No Matter What
“But Anna, how could you not tell me who you were?”
“Christopher,you know who I am more than any other person alive.” She lay her hand on his arm, “it’s in my every touch, my every kiss. I never lied to you, I couldn’t lie to you I just couldn’t say that name because I knew it would break my heart.”
He looked as if he were going to speak and then his lips hit hers, his arms wrapped around her and they were kissing with a ferocity neither had experienced before. They wrestled with passion and lust as the importance and depth of their
relationship came apparent. As Christopher pushed a hand up and under her long skirts she reached down to prise him from his formal trousers. They were getting covered in grass stains but they didn’t care.
Valentine’s Master
He stroked past her pussy, low enough for her to feel it but not touching her enough to get her off. She mewled with frustration.
“So tell me, darling, what do you want?”
“I want,” she started, her gaze turned to the floor, “I really want…”
She let the sentence hang then lifted her gaze until she looked her handsome husband directly in the eye.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“That’s a good girl,” he smiled and untied her legs from the bottom corners of the expensive hotel four poster bed, “now I’m going to give you just what you want.”
And the Very Tasty Lucy Felthouse shares with us this little exsquisite morsel.
Butter Fingers
Louise inhaled deeply as she stirred the butter cream mixture. The delicious smell invaded her nostrils and made her mouth water. She’d always loved cooking. Not just for the end result but for each and every stage; from measuring ingredients, stirring them, dipping her finger into the mixture every now and then to check flavors and textures, right through to watching others enjoy the fruits of her labour. You could definitely call Louise a foodie.
So engrossed was she in her task that she didn’t hear Simon come home. He parked the car, unlocked and opened the door, removed his shoes and crept right up behind her. She was none the wiser. Double checking that the utensil in his wife’s hand wasn’t a sharp one, Simon grabbed Louise about the waist and said,
“Honey, I’m home!”
Louise shrieked and jumped, then spun in Simon’s arms to scold him. As she brandished her wooden spoon at him, a blob of the mixture flew off it and landed on his cheek. She giggled, and Simon raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Simon asked in a mock-stern manner. “You want a food fight, eh?”
Still laughing, Louise tiptoed to lick the mixture from her husband’s face, sensuously dragging her tongue across his stubble-dotted skin. She noticed his breath catch and, much lower down, something hard digging into her hip.
Pressing Louise against the work surface, Simon reached behind her and stuck his fingers into the bowl she’d been using, scooping up some of the mixture.
Before Louise could react Simon had slicked it onto her face, making sure some went on her lips. Bending, he started to remove the sweet mixture, using maddeningly slow strokes of his tongue, reminding them both of how he liked to tease her clit. He licked off every last drop, deliberately leaving her lips until last. By the time he got there, Louise’s mouth was open and ready, her breath quickening as her arousal increased.
Simon sucked the delightful concoction from his wife’s lips, pulling the plump flesh into his mouth and teasing it for much longer than was necessary. Soon, the two of them were kissing hungrily, their taste buds being tantalized both by one another, and by the sweetness of the mixture they’d both consumed.
Pain and Revenge by John Simpson
Have you heard about the new book out by John Simpson through Naughty Nights Press?
This is the type of book that will have you holding your breath for what happens next. Cheering for the good guy and booing the bad guy. It will make your knees go weak with the blatant eroticism used.
Pain and Revenge is a Gay Male Erotica, BDSM, Thriller/Suspense story that is written with depth and insightfulness that will have the reader enthralled.
Rookie CIA agent James Elliot is sent to his first assignment in London, where he finds out that not only does the CIA know that he’s gay, but that he’s been brought in on an assignment precisely for that reason. James is thrown into a situation where he must seduce a Russian GRU Agent and find out what he’s doing in England.
Warning: male/male forced sex scene that is intricate to the plot. Also spankings are the sadistic Russians specialty and the question is, “Can James Elliot hold out to finish the job?” The novella reaches a satisfactory conclusion as the answer to the question.
Excerpt:
I was just about to begin to fill him in on his assignment, shall I proceed?” Severs asked.
“Yes, by all means.”A photograph took up the entire screen at the other end of the table.
“This is Gregor Malakoff. He’s just been brought in to the Russian Embassy as a “general trade,” mission member but his real job is GRU, or the Glavnoye Razvedyvatel’noye Upravleniye, also known as Russian military intelligence. As you know, the GRU is Russia’s largest intelligence agency, which also controls their “Spetsnaz,” or Special Forces.
Here’s what we have on him personally: He is 5’11, 190 pounds of solid muscle. He works out four times a week and is deadly when it comes to martial arts. Brown hair, blue eyes. One more thing, he’s gay. He has a preference for males of a slighter build, blond hair, blue eyes, on the submissive side, shorter or as tall as him but no taller, and between 145 pounds and 200. Oh, and he likes his men hung and preferably into leather type bedroom activities.”
“And you’re telling me all this detail, why?”
“Elliot, we know as the agency knows, that you are gay. You have blond hair, blue eyes, are 5’10, 185, fairly well built. The only thing the agency doesn’t know is if you’re hung or not. Are you?”
“Am I what? Hung? Are you kidding me? You want me to go after this Malakoff sexually?”
“Are you hung?”
“Yes damnit! What if I weren’t? Would that exclude me from this madness?”
“No, you would just have to try harder in other areas. Sorry to get so personal James really I am. However, it’s vital that you become a honey pot for this man.”
“A what?”
“It’s an old expression in the spy business. Both sides would use good-looking women who were agents to get next to their targets and suck information out of them as it were. This is the same principle using the male gender.”
“Yeah, I understand. Only it won’t be just information that I’ll be forced to suck out of this dude.”
“It’s for the flag James, the women had to do the same thing and more.”
“Why is this guy so important?”
“We need to find out why the GRU has sent a man here to London of all places. It’s not the usual location for this type of agent. Your job is to find out how long he’s going to be here, and why. You’ll wanna get invited back to his flat since he doesn’t stay at the Embassy, and find out what he has there. Your cover will be what it is. You’re an accountant for an American company that imports both English and Scottish products to the states. It’s all in your briefing file, including the bars this guy likes to hang out in.”
“You’ll be given the latest in listening devices so that we should be able to monitor you wherever you go and whatever you do.”
“Wonderful. You said he was into leather stuff, like what?” James asked.
“He likes to frequent bars that engage in spanking and whips. London has about five such bars and he has his favorites.”
“Oh my God! You mean to tell me that since I’m supposed to be submissive that this guy is going to be beating my ass on top of everything else?”
“It may come to that, yes I’m afraid.”
“You’re afraid? It won’t be your ass or back that feels the beating. Damn!”
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John feels that for too long fiction writers neglected gay men. John writes entertaining, enjoyable, and enthralling fiction centered on the lives and lifestyles of gay men. John allows his readers to see life through gay mens’ eyes. And just like real life, John’s characters have active and exciting sex lives. John calls on his broad personal and professional experience in writing gay erotica. John is author of numerous full length novels available through Dreamspinner Press, TeB and Naughty Nights Press and several short stories in Alyson Books anthologies. Additionally, John has just signed on with Silver Publishing who will be putting out short stories and novellas. John has written magazine articles for gay and straight audiences alike.
John lives with his partner of 36 years who he legally married in 2008, and their three Scottish Terriers. John is highly involved with the Church, specifically seeking to repair rifts between Christendom and the gay community.
John wishes to extend a very special thanks to his many female readers. He appreciates and loves the fact women enjoy male/male erotica, and he thanks you for your past and continued support. He hopes to never disappoint you, and always leave you wanting more!
