Bonus Scene, Giveaway(s) and More in November

Hello My Passionistas! This month  lots of goodies await you: a free bonus scene from PERFECT, new audio book announcement, and several giveaways to start your holiday season off with a bang.
 

Bonus Scene from Perfect

First, an outtake from PERFECT (Book #3 of the Elite Doms series) is now available for your reading pleasure. Click here for its super-secret hidey space on my web site. This scene was cut during editing. For those of you who have read PERFECT, this scene takes place before the current Chapter Six where Isabella and Alexander’s walk through his extensive gardens. Enjoy!

Other bonus materials coming your way in coming months: The Three Laws of the Tribunal, London’s List (from UNTOUCHABLE) and an abandoned “chapter one” from PERFECT. Check back here or join my exclusive Readers Group Email Group to get notices sent directly to you.
 

New Audio Book Coming!

The talented, smexy-voiced Anastacia Whatley is recording UNTOUCHABLE right now. Woo-hoo. I can’t wait to hear Carson and London’s banter outloud. (They are quite lively in my head.) You’ll be the first to know when it’s available, so watch future reader group emails and my Facebook page for an announcement. 

About UNTOUCHABLE: Carson Drake is the master of the romantic pre-emptive strike. But then he meets London Chantelle who tests every assumption he’s ever had about love.

In the meantime, Lovely is available via audiobook right now. Let me know what you think?

November Giveaway: In honor of Gratitude Season

You are so wonderful to hang with me here and in all the fun social media spots. In honor of YOU: A very special reader gift will go to one lucky winner at the end of this month: a $25 Amazon Gift Card just in time for that holiday spending. Giveaway awarded December 1 at 12 noon Eastern time. Anyone from anywhere may enter once a day. 

ENTER HERE

Congratulations to Lynn W for winning last month’s giveaway: a swan pendant and cord. 

Also, check out LadySmut.com for a super special giveaway on Black Friday (November 25), the day after the U.S. Thanksgiving holiday. That day, LadySmut bloggers, myself included, will post many free book excerpts for your reading pleasure, and we’ll be giving away a basket of books and goodies to someone who comments under any post from that day. Mark your calendars to visit LadySmut.com on November 25!

While you’re at LadySmut, check out my latest blog post there: Ghosts Making Booty Calls. Did you know they do??? And apparently some of them are quite fresh. The nerve.
 

NaNoWriMo

Heard of National Novel Writing Month or NaNoWriMo, the international speed-writing event that happens every November? Well, this girl is doing it in an effort to get you the fourth Elite Doms book, LUCKY, as soon as humanly possible. That means speed-writing every. single. day. Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap!! Visit me on Facebook for daily progress. Snippets of the book will be shared along the way. 

Preliminary blurb below (i.e. the publisher hasn’t even seen it yet). This could change but it gives you some sense of where LUCKY is headed:

Billionaire and successful entertainment investor Derek Damon Wright learned at a young age to never trust a silent, smiling woman. But on his 13th nightclub opening in Washington, DC, a woman walks in with a smile he’s never seen before—-one that he curiously trusts and who rocks his boring, albeit privileged, world.

Some of your favorite Elite Doms make appearances in LUCKY, too. See inspiration for Derek below. <drool>

May you have an enjoyable November. I’ll be counting my blessings this Thanksgiving season, starting with YOU and all the readers who have shared some of their time with the Elite Doms of Washington.

Xo,
Elizabeth 

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Music To Get Your Sexy On

It’s no secret that I love music, and sometimes write to it. Certain songs have even steered my book’s plots and characters. Each Elite Doms’ book has it’s own playlist or soundtrack. Below is Perfect’s playlist. The book, the third in the Elite Doms of Washington series, is a second chance story that includes domestic discipline, secrets and lies, and one very hot alpha who wants nothing more than to save the world. In the end, however, he might need saving more than anyone.

About Perfect: Sometimes the perfect man is the one who’s most forbidden. Isabella Santos married the wrong man. After her husband’s death, fate gives her a second chance to connect with her perfect Master—Mark, the brother of her late husband.

Enjoy these songs, as they inspired much of this story.

1. Human
by Aquilo

2. Elastic Heart by Sia (Please ignore this video. It’s ridiculous. But the song is great.)

3. Lay Me Down by Sam Smith

4. Cactus in the Valley by Lights

5. She Used to be Mine by Sarah Bareilles

6. Medicine by Daughter

7. Ordinary Love by U2

8. Out of the Woods by Taylor Swift

Perfect Fire

 

PERFECT is filled with some firsts – for me as well as the characters. It’s a second chance story featuring domestic discipline, some edge play, and other surprises. But I promise a happy-ever-after ending. Story excerpt below.

Story Blurb:
Sometimes the perfect man is the one who’s most forbidden.
After her husband’s death, Isabella Santos fled Washington and its bruising memories. But estate matters force her to return and fate gives her a chance to connect with a man she’d always secretly longed to call Master—Mark, the brother of her late husband.

Mark, retired from his black ops career, grabs the second chance Isabella’s sudden appearance in D.C. presents. He’s never forgiven his late brother’s neglect of Isabella, a woman he’s loved from afar for ten years. Now reunited, he’s determined to earn her heart and submission.

As their forbidden love blooms, they forge a perfect domestic discipline life that provides a feeling of oneness, completion and a healing of wounds neither knew they had. But her family’s opposition and demons from her husband’s past have different ideas. In the end, Mark must become more than her Master. He must use all his training and skills to become her savior.

 

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Excerpt from PERFECT, an Elite Doms of Washington erotic romance

When Isabella entered the Library, her spine snapped straight. Mark sat in a tall-backed, velvet chair. His arms draped casually over the armrests like a king settled into his throne. He didn’t turn when they entered. His focus remained on a nude, statuesque redhead who lay face-up on a table.

“Who is that woman?” Isabella had to know.

“It’s not what you think, Isabella. Charlotte is under his protection.” Alexander understood her unspoken question. Why is he with her?

A dark-haired man peered down at the porcelain-skinned woman. Her fiery hair and lush figure left Isabella feeling small and ordinary, like a daisy to a bird of paradise bloom.

The man turned, dipped two cotton-tipped wands into a shallow dish and then waved them over a pillar candle igniting their ends.

She startled.

Alexander’s arm descended on her shoulders. “You’ve seen fire play before?”

“Yes. I’m not—”

“Fond of fire. Do you wish to leave?”

“No.” She jerked her gaze to his face.

Alexander cocked his head at her vehement tone.

“I mean, I’d like to stay. Thank you.”

While she wasn’t a fan of edge play, no one else seemed alarmed. Rather, they appeared riveted by the scene unfolding before them. She wouldn’t flee like a coward. Instead, she’d simply channel the courage Mark displayed.

The other Master’s face glowed in the amber light as he waved the fire sticks over the woman’s body as if preparing her for a fiery impact. “Charlotte,” he growled.

The redhead’s lips moved in response. “Master.”

The one word ran through Isabella like a storm. She flushed. Why did she feel her presence interrupted a private moment? Even surrounded by two dozen people, she sensed the Master, the woman and Mark had secreted to a private world.

The dark-haired Master drummed the wands of fire up the woman’s belly to her breasts. She arched into the flames! Why?

The woman turned her eyes to Mark and sent him a contented smile. The side of his mouth arched up, and he dipped his chin in acknowledgment. Her face softened with a palpable gratitude.

The other man smoothed hair from her dampened forehead while tapping one breast lightly with the lit wand. Her mouth dropped to an “O” and she arched again toward the flame. The Master glanced up at Mark, who had leaned forward in his chair, his gaze sharpening on the woman’s reaction. The other Master caught Mark’s glance and stilled. Mark nodded and the man resumed his actions.

Isabella’s stomach flipped over. There was no way this was not what she thought. Mark most certainly was with this statuesque firewoman. Though the other Master held the fire, Mark’s command of the scene was unquestionable.

“Why is he . . . ?” Her breath hitched.

“Mark is introducing Charlotte and Master R to fire play. It’s her first time.”

As if that made it okay?

Mark leaned back into his chair. His fingers relaxed over the ends of the armchairs. Even from the side, she caught the tiny flashes of firelight glinting in his eyes.

Again, more swipes of the fiery wands captured her attention. They made soft yet sharp sounds, like freshly laundered sheets flapping in the wind.

In her periphery, she was aware that the five or six people, who milled a respectful distance away, had shifted and separated. Couples leaned into one another, as if they’d grown embroiled in the intimacy woven between Mark, the other Master and Charlotte.

She tuned into her body. An undeniable feminine ache settled between her legs. Well, her response to the scene was merely the Club’s atmosphere. Accendos’s very air hung heavy with contagious, sexual arousal.

She shifted her focus to the woman now glowing in a sheen of perspiration. The fire matched the red in her hair, and she seemed to grow almost liquid in her undulations.

Mark’s consideration remained on Charlotte squirming under the attention of two Masters. Charlotte. The name sounded soft, pliable and pleasing, yet it meant “strength.” It was a name given to royalty—to duchesses and princesses.

Princess Charlotte gasped. Mark sat back, as if released from her behest that he provide her his full and undivided attention.

An orange flicker flashed across the woman’s chest and earned a throaty sigh from her throat. The Master then drummed the wands faster up her body.

Isabella nearly tipped backward. Good thing Alexander’s arm kept her upright.

“He’s not hurting her, Isabella. Imagine someone tapping a large, hot Q-tip over your skin.”

She could imagine such a sensation.

“It’s more mind play than anything,” Alexander continued. “Many people are afraid of fire. Are you?”

She slowly nodded. Like most people, she understood fire’s utter indifference to whatever lay in its path. Fire didn’t care if you lived or burned. Yet, today, its warmth called up a strange fear in her that exhilarated rather than paralyzed.

Charlotte seductively licked her lips and peered up at the Master. He cupped a handful of her breast and tapped her nipple with the wand. She cried out lightly, ending in a coo playing on her lips. There was no question she loved the sensation. The Master appeared to love her reaction to what he did.

Isabella took in Princess Charlotte’s assets, adding up her points. At least ten years younger than her. Taller. Breasts more firm. Can withstand fire. Did that last quality win her the crown?

She sent an invisible plea to Mark. She mentally begged him to angle his chin a fraction so he’d catch her in the doorway. If she could just see his confident and stoic face. . . . Alexander had said the redhead was merely under his protection, whatever the hell that meant. In the community, people bandied labels about like confetti.

A loud pop from one of the wands startled her. The flames attached themselves to Charlotte’s skin for the briefest second and then vanished like orange and red ghosts.

She pulled her blouse free from her clammy chest. The slight waft of cooler air did nothing to dissipate the heat growing where it should not be growing. She hadn’t been aroused in . . . how long?

How about in Mark’s kitchen? Or the bridge? Or . . . pick any other time you were with Marcos? Shut up, she told her internal voices. Perhaps she should have tried edge play before. Then Marcos would watch her that way, wouldn’t he?

She projected herself onto the table. If she asked, the flames could land on her skin, make her arch her back that way. Even before she’d been widowed, she hadn’t had a Master’s touch in far, far too long.

Perhaps Marcos could . . .

Stop. She shouldn’t yearn to be in Charlotte’s position. So just don’t think it.

Ha! Like that would work. Her traitorous mind conjured pictures of herself splayed out, nude and writhing, as Marcos, and only Marcos, mastered her body’s reactions. The flames danced over its princess as if alive. Oh, to feel that alive. To have fire skip over her skin. To be the object of Mark’s attention.

He stood. Where was he going?

He strode to Princess Charlotte and smiled down on her. She sent him an adoring look. The kiss he laid on her forehead said everything. He was her real Master, wasn’t he?

Mark sat back down and nodded once. The Master resumed, thrumming the lit wands up the beauty’s legs. The fire skittered across Charlotte’s skin. She twisted and moaned. More licks of warmth reached Isabella’s skin.

She searched the quietest corners of her mind for the bits of peace she’d stitched together in the last few months. The cool, empty places that didn’t need so desperately. They were no help in settling the arousal growing inside.

She turned and looked up at Alexander. He looked over her head and nodded in Mark’s direction. She didn’t dare turn her head.

Alexander gently turned her so she once again faced the scene. “Mark has requested you stay.”

“You got all that from a nod,” she whispered to the center of the room. She didn’t need to pose it as a question. The elite Dominants at Accendos had an uncanny understanding of one another. Their near clairvoyant abilities were part of their allure. They watched out for each other, as they watched out for their charges. Only she wasn’t anyone’s responsibility. She had no Master.

At that instant, her soul felt thrown to the periphery, outside wherever Mark, the other Master and the Fire Princess lived. The detached feeling should have numbed her body. Instead, she was overcome by a sense of loss.

Why had she come back? She should have never returned to D.C.

She glanced up at Alexander once last time, and then fled.

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Giveaway, My Next Book, and Frozen Azaleas

HELLO, my Lovelies!

Just a quick post about what I’ve been up to. Let’s get right to the good stuff.

GIVEAWAY FUN

One lucky winner will receive a super special, who-knows-what-will-end-up-inside SWAG and book bag from the RT Booklovers Convention (held in Las Vegas this year) — the largest gathering of romance readers, authors, bloggers, reviewers and industry leaders. Hubby and I are attending, and we’ll snag all the books, pens, pins, postcards, and other fun items that we can.

Winner announced on Tuesday, May 3, 2016 at 6 p.m. Eastern.
ENTER HERE for this once-a-year giveaway. 

Last year’s loot:RT swag

Planning on attending RT? I’d love to say hello. (Hint: I’ll likely be closer to the bar than the slot machines.)

Congratulations to Maria B. who won March’s giveaway — a  special swag pack from Wild Wicked Weekend, another fun event. (My recap of this most wickedly fun event at LadySmut can be read here.)

PLACES TO FIND ME THIS YEAR

Conferences can be the most fun place for a writer to be, especially if they include readers! I’m going to three this year:

RT Booklovers Convention
April 12–17, 2016
Rio All-Suite Hotel & Casino
Las Vegas, NV

Washington Romance Writers
April 29-May 1, 2016
In the Company of Writers retreat
Tysons Corner, Virginia

Washington Romance Writers
October 8, 2016
Readers & Blogger luncheon 

OTHER FUN

Did you read my guest blog post on why I think learning to lapdance is a feminist act?  Thanks to Kate Allure’s Sizzling Romance blog for hosting me. (Did you know I teach dance, too? It’s never too late to move it, move it, move it.) Check out my aerial arts and burlesque Pinterest board for those lovers of these dance forms.

SPEAKING OF PINTEREST BOARDS

PERFECT, the third Elite Doms of Washington book, is coming to you in late spring — if all goes according to plan. The manuscript is being edited as I type. In the meantime, want to visit my Pinterest inspiration boards for the characters, which can be found here (Mark) and here (Isabella)

Sometimes the perfect man is the one most forbidden. 

For ten years, Isabella Santos denied she married the wrong man. After her husband’s death, fate gives her one more chance to connect with her perfect Master—Mark Santos, the brother of her late husband.

character inspiration

HAPPY SPRING!

My azaleas, which are valiantly trying to stay alive as the nighttime temps dip into the 30s (after being in the 60s).

You can do it. Keep going! Keep going!

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