Saturday, December 22, 2012

#CandyCaneKink Package Goes To...

Today's the day! I get to announce the winner of the Candy Cane Kink Blog Hop here at The House of Taboo. Of all the available entries, this person won with the entry she gained by "liking" my Lia Michaels Facebook Fan Page.  

Drum roll and hit the purple spotlight, Tim!

Congratulations goes to Patricia Giles!
Look for an email from me shortly.

Thank you all for participating and I'll see you again with the next hop!


Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The House of Taboo Welcomes @Bonnie_Bliss to the Center Stage

Welcome to The House of Taboo. My name is Lia Michaels and I run this establishment. If you've stopped in looking for the Candy Cane Kink Giveaway, please click HERE to go directly to the post with the Rafflecopter for the naughty prize package and an excerpt from The Surrender of Julia that will melt your panties off! 

Now for the rest of you, lovelies...

Today you are in for a special treat! My friend and fellow author Bonnie Bliss is stopping in today to share excerpts from her hot Christmas stories. I was first introduced to the world of BDSM with her novel Whips and Wax. It rocked my world and turned me on to writing my own BDSM scenes. In fact, my alter ego Tammy Dennings Maggy has a cameo in Twisted Ropes (Twisted Oz, #2). She got to be tied up by two, count them, TWO hunky soldiers. I'm still jealous over that, but maybe I'll get a cameo in the next Twisted Oz book...Bonnie? (hint hint..LOL!)  Trust me, once you read just one of her books or short stories, you will be begging to be her submissive!  So sit back and enjoy some BDSM stories from the one and only MISTRESS Bonnie!

A Slave for Christmas
Bonnie Bliss
Holiday Doms; Book 3
Genre: BDSM Erotic Romance
Word Count: 17500
Now Available: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance, Smashwords

Book Description:

After Kenny steps away from Brad and Millie, he makes the ultimate sacrifice for his best friend. He takes not one bullet, but two for him in combat. Trapped in a military hospital for the holidays, he forces Brad to go home to Millie for Christmas. Reluctantly, Brad heads back to the states, leaving Kenny behind to spend his first Christmas alone and in a bed. 
What no one expects, especially Kenny, is the tender care of a very sweet and submissive nurse. Lindsey Williams has been caring for Kenny since he came in injured. Old friends from high school days, Lindsey has no clue that Kenny is a Sadist—looking for his perfect slave. After spending a long night Christmas Eve talking, she discovers his secret. Only to be hiding something of her own. She has been longing for a 24/7 Master/slave relationship since she realized the level of her submission. 
With Christmas right around the corner. Lindsey has her heart set not only being his naughty elf, but giving him a Christmas he is not soon to forget. 

Disclaimer: This story shows a ‘total power exchange’ relationship, and may contain content that is objectionable to some readers. There could be, but not limited to acts of humiliation, orgasm denial, double penetration (by objects), BDSM punishment and discipline, and is intended for readers over the age of 18.

**Mature Content**

Lindsey froze in mid fork lift.

She thought she had blacked out for a moment. There is no possible way that she had heard him correctly. He needed to whip a woman? Did he also need a woman on her knees naked, head lowered in pose for him? God, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. For a moment she couldn’t breathe. It felt like time had stopped while she just stared at him. Her fork with the thick mashed potatoes poised to go into her still gaping mouth. Her eyes started to hurt. She wasn’t blinking, and she noticed him shift uncomfortably. Before the moment passed she knew that she had to get him back to that place. That needy place where he desired a slave, a woman, and the hunger to inflict sadistic pain.

“You want to what?” Her voice was hoarse.

Lindsey placed her fork back on the plate lightly. Licking her lips she brushed a hand through her loose bangs. Her long hair was pulled back in a braid. A messy braid that left stray tendrils falling around her heart shaped face. Clearing her throat, she looked down at her plate. He was laughing and making strange noises from his throat to avoid the question.

His throat made a sound to clear it, “Nothing, I was kidding.”

Her shoulders slumped. She licked her lips before she dove into her mashed potatoes again, annoyed that he was changing the subject.

“That’s a shame,” she whispered. It was directed more as a silent comment.


Her head jerked up. Kenny was looking directly at her. His eyes bore into hers. They glittered with mischief, desire, and—arousal. No, that couldn’t be it. Though, she did notice the distinct gaze of Dominant that was hopefully looking at a submissive woman. He looked eager in that moment. Lindsey’s body got tight. Her nipples puckered under the thin green scrubs. The feel of her labia swelling under the intensity of his gaze brought her out of reality and into the fantasy that he could make her a dribbling idiot. Fear peaked at the prospect of being shut down. She was so tired of men shooting her down. This was a man that could have any woman he wanted. He probably did get any woman he wanted. Slaves falling at his feet, kissing his shoes, and posing so beautifully for him. That mattered. She was forever the submissive that just oozed too much toppiness.

Was that even a word?

She broke out of her silent musings and shook her head at him. Lifting the food again to muffle the sound of her own voice, she quickly mumbled a nothing and took a long drink of the beer.

“Oh no little one, you will tell me.”

It was a demand coated in a slight growl. Gooseflesh rose all over her flesh. Her scalp even tingled from the way he commanded her. Then what he had just called her crashed over her desire, and she was back in the reality that she lived in.

“Little one, that’s funny.” She mocked. Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she took another swig of beer.

She needed to get drunk and wallow in her own self pity tonight. Lindsey knew if she told him everything, he would laugh her out of the room and break it to her how much her being submissive didn’t work. Just like every other man she met. No Dom seemed, ‘Dom enough’ to take her on.

“With the right training, you would make one hell of a submissive.”


It was like a slap in the face. She hated that she came off so strong. Lindsey knew that he would think she was a joke if she told him. Only one man so far had taken on the challenge of breaking her. He could smell submission on her, he had told her. That club back home, he was a Master Sergeant. Before that it was a kid in high school, at a Senior party. The one lone guy in high school that had wanted her, started to spank her as a ‘joke’, and…

“I’m submissive!” She blurted out.

Cuff Me, Santa
Bonnie Bliss
Genre: M/M/M/F Erotica
Word Count: 8705
Now Available: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, All Romance, Smashwords

Book Description:

Alex never could leave her presents alone. Its Christmas time again and her boyfriend has left her something naughty under the tree. Determined to try her new toy out before everyone wakes up, she makes the couch her sexual playground. Come midnight Alex hears a noise. Before long she’s no longer alone after Santa arrives and together they create a Christmas neither will forget. 
Full of sexy Christmas cheer, this is one Christmas you are not soon to forget. Not only will Alex have some Christmas magic, but Santa will get one heck of a gift himself from the sultry Alex.

Disclaimer: This short story contains adult content. Features one naughty but nice female, and a Santa that is not from your Night Before Christmas. With the stockings hung by the chimney with care, you will sure get a Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night. 

**Mature Content**

She giggled at her own thoughts before she hiked her legs up. Alex hadn’t even bothered putting her PJ pants back on. Resting her heels on the edge of the couch, the cool air in the room caressed the glistening seam of her now pulsing cunt lips. She opened her mouth and started to suck the huge plastic cock, readying it for her tight little hole. She may bang Bobby a lot but he was her first boyfriend, and this was the biggest dick she had ever seen. Moaning as she pushed the thick shaft in and out of her mouth. She popped it out and spit on the head, using her tongue to spread the moisture all over the member.

Carefully, she ran it up and down her sensitive labia. She used the flared head of the fake cock to part her delicate folds and started to press. It stretched and parted her pretty lips as she went in for more. She adjusted herself, pushing her ass over the edge of the couch more. Her free hand reached down and rubbed her engorged clit. With one final hard shove the pink cock was shafted fully inside her.

“Oh fuck me that feels so good!”

Just as she started to get momentum with the toy a crash, a grunt, a hard thud, and a billowing cloud of soot and ash filled the room. Leaving the menacing pussy puncher inside her, she looked over. She had to blink a few times. There was no possible way she was seeing what she saw—right?

His pants down to his ankles, the protruding belly, the cherry red cheeks, and the white beard. He was huge. That man was over six foot four. He was handsome despite his size. Alex licked her lips. Her pussy clenched hard around the toy as she looked at his huge cock. It stood straight to attention. God, was she doing that to him?

“Um, Santa?”

She closed her legs, but didn’t pull out the toy.

Didn't I tell you? Bonnie's stories are da bomb! Make sure you get your copies of these Christmas beauties for your very own. Just click on the link of your favorite vendor and they will be yours in a matter of minutes. Trust me. Once you start reading, you won't be feeling the cold winter nights at all. In fact, I recommend you keep you lover in close'll see what I mean as soon as you get through the first few pages! 

About the Author: 

Bonnie Bliss is not just a willing submissive, but she is a wife and a mother. By day, she is a busy, stay at home mother. At night, she is a sultry storyteller. Her tastes go towards the dark and the extreme. She loves to twist up fairy tales and sweet stories we all know and love. Her lust for Dominance and submission has taken her into the dark inner workings of Sadomasochism. 

Bonnie is a native of Southern California, and says that everything in the Katy Perry song, California Girls is totally accurate. She has done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impressive part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—including as a Disney Princess. When she’s not writing, she is ordering too many custom bows for her daughter, baking the best cupcakes in the world, going to Disneyland, laying on a beach, and sometimes playing hockey for release.

Friday, December 14, 2012

The Center Stage Has Been Taken Over By #CandyCaneKink

Candy Kane KinkWelcome to the first day of the Candy Cane Kink Erotic Blog Hop. I'm excited to be one of over 130 participants and yes there is a prize offered at every stop! Whoohoo! At the end of this post you will find the linky list of the rest of the group...including my sister blog that I share with my alter ego, Tammy Dennings Maggy. In fact, to celebrate the release of the second book in her Now and Forever series, I've decided to showcase an excerpt from her current WIP. It's the third book of this series. 

Before we get to that smoldering HOT excerpt, let me show you what is up for grabs here at The House of Taboo.

You get a Santa Hat, Candy Nipple Tassels, Tuggie/sock for Mr. Claus, the Fifty Shades type mask and bondage tape, the Candy Cane Cock Sucker, variety of massage and warming gels and the matching whip tickler!  Now there's a fun night or two!  To get yourself in the running for this prize package the only thing you HAVE to do is leave a comment. If you want more entries, you can go through the Rafflecopter and get several more chances at this prize. You have until December 22nd, midnight to get through all the blogs and entered in all the contests. Have a great time and meet some fantastic new authors. 

Now for the hot excerpt...

Available from Amazon
On previous posts, I've had the pleasure of interviewing the villainess of The Island (Now and Forever 2). In fact, at the end of the last interview, she invited me to go with her to pick up her Mistress at the airport. Let me tell you. I didn't come up for air for the next three days! I kid you not! Those women...hmmm...well, let me just give you a small taste of what I experienced in their more than capable hands.  I warn you. This scene between these women is very explicit and is for ADULTS ONLY.  Well, this whole blog is only for adults, but there have been a few who've tried to slip passed my bouncers. tsk tsk tsk!

(Tammy wanted to be sure to tell you that this is an unedited excerpt and part of The Surrender of Julia (Now and Forever 2). Copyright belongs to Tammy Dennings Maggy 2012. All rights reserved.)

Julia’s phone chirped with another text message. Her stomach fluttered to see that this time the text was from Mistress. “Bath, black robe and box #4.” Julia’s thighs immediately became slick with her juices. “Mistress wishes to use the paddles!” She scurried back to the bathroom to prepare the tube with Carmen’s favorite rosemary and lavender bath salts. She adjusted the temperature to near scalding. She knew her Mistress loved the water hot and by the time she arrived, Julia hoped it would be the appropriate temperature.

Well, maybe not. If it was wrong, she would receive more work with the paddles. If she guessed incorrectly, Mistress could withhold that and just let her suffer without release. No, best to follow the instructions to the letter and take the punishment and correction that was already in store for her.

She laid two more fluffy towels and a large black robe near the tub before zipping around as fast as the boots would allow, the bells jingling with every step and sway of her body. The clamps tugged at her tender flesh, sending more hot sensations racing through the rest of her body. She knew by the time Mistress arrived, she would be near exploding. That was what was expected, as was Julia presenting herself with her hands clasped behind her back, breasts out, head up and eyes cast down. For the initial “inspection,” she could be standing but after that she may be required to crawl on her hands and knees. Once again her body shuddered. “Why the hell did I stay away so long? I need this. I need Carmen’s firm hand and soft lips. I need to give myself over completely to her and never leave again.”

The front door opened and closed with a soft thud. “Kitten? Are you ready for me?”

Julia cleared her now dry throat. “Yes, Mistress.”  I’m ready to finally give you my heart!

* * * *

Carmen entered the master bedroom and was struck by the beauty of her sub. Stripped of all the trappings of her busy celebrity life, she appeared vulnerable and never more beautiful. She had longed for this day for ages and her heart raced wildly. As Carmen approached, a soft jingling of the bells began. Was she trembling?  “Kitten? Did you find everything I requested?”  She put her fingertips under Julia’s chin and lifted it up. That was their signal giving her permission to look into Carmen’s eyes when she answered.  

Julia’s long lashes fluttered a bit before she complied. Carmen was very pleased to see Julia had not put in those damn colored contacts tonight. She preferred her kitten’s steely gray eyes with flecks of amber that appeared to dazzle and dance when she was highly aroused, like now. “Yes, Ma’am.  I placed the paddles on the dressing table along with your collection of chains and whips. The bath is ready with your favorite salts.” 

The bells sounded again, causing a rush of warmth between Carmen’s legs. Normally she was taller than Julia, but with the five inch heels, they were nearly the same height now. Desire flooded through her as well as pride in her sub. She reached up and pulled the banana clip from her hair, allowing it to cascade down her back. “Beautiful.” Her lips touched Julia’s slightly, eliciting a soft whimper from her and more jingling. Carmen’s tongue plunged past her lips, slipping, sliding and possessing her sub with one deep kiss. Julia swooned slightly, giving in to the kiss completely.

Carmen trembled a bit herself, trembling with need to take Julia into her arms and never let go. “Do you have any idea how often I’ve fantasized you’d return here to me this way, kitten?”

Julia’s eyes never wavered as they filled with tears. “Yes, Mistress. I’ve stayed away too long. I’ve come to beg for your forgiveness.”

“Forgive you for what my darling pet?”

“Please forgive your kitten, Mistress for denying what her heart and body desired the most in the world.”

Carmen’s breath caught in her throat.  Could she really be admitting her true feelings tonight? “Go on. What have you denied yourself?”

“Julia trembled in her arms and more tears flowed down her cheeks. “I’ve denied my place with you. I’ve allowed others into my heart and bed when all along it’s been you, Carmen—Mistress. If you’ll still have me and find me worthy, I wish to stay here with you.”

Carmen smiled and kissed Julia again softly before pulling back, gazing deep into her eyes. “Nothing would please me more. Are you sure, Julia? I won’t force you or beg you to stay with me. If you choose us now, it’s forever.”  Julia swallowed and managed to nod. “Use your words, kitten.”

“I love you. I can really be myself with you and in your care. You’re the only one besides Jake who has ever loved me, and the only one who has never judged me. Punished me yes, but never judged.”

* * * *

Carmen held her breath as Julia slowly unbuttoned her dark green tailored dress shirt and slipped it from her shoulders. The bells jingled with each movement of her body, exciting and distracting Carmen a bit. “Kneel, kitten. Put your hands behind your back.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Julia knelt before her, her tits pushed forward. Carmen watched the blush slowly rise from those mounds and up toward her sub’s cheeks. 

“You’re right. I’ll never judge you, but it is time for a bit of punishment. You’ve been quite generous with your sexual gifts over the years.  Tell me, have you learned anything about yourself by doing that?” Carmen picked up the riding crop from the bedside table before turning back to face Julia.  “Look at me when you answer.”

Julia did as instructed, slowly lifting her lids as tears trailed down her now rosy cheeks. “I’ve used my body to get what I wanted out of life. I didn’t care who I hurt along the way.”

“Why not?” Carmen tapped the bells hanging from Julia’s nipples with the crop, eliciting a moan from her. “Not one of your lovers made you feel secure enough to drop your guard?”

“No, Mistress. I didn’t allow myself to feel anything for anyone else until Jake.”

Carmen’s heart clenched. Guessing the truth was hard enough, but hearing it from her lover’s lips was a bitter pill to swallow. “Why did you turn him away?”

“He wasn’t you, Mistress. As much as he loved me, I couldn’t give my heart to him. I do care for him deeply, but I tried to turn him into you.” Julia hung her head and sobbed. “I didn’t realize what I was doing until it went too far.”

She tried to turn him into me? Carmen used the crop to tilt Julia’s chin back up. “It’s my fault as much as it’s yours, kitten. You’ve been away for too long and I’ve neglected my duties as your Mistress.” She gently wiped the tears from Julia’s face and brushed her hair away from her face. “Bring me the paddle.”

Julia bit her lower lip. “As you wish, Mistress.” She slowly lowered herself to the floor and crawled to the bedside table. Using only her mouth, she took the paddle from the table and back toward Carmen. By the time she knelt up once again and offered the paddle, Carmen had stripped off the remainder of her own clothing except for her black lace bra and boy shorts.

Carmen took the paddle from Julia, before kissing her deeply. Teasing her tongue through the slightly parted lips sent a thrill through her body that Carmen didn’t realize she’d missed. “Crawl to the ottoman and drape yourself over it, kitten.” Julia immediately dropped to the floor again, keeping her ass high in the air. The paddle hit her right cheek with a loud crack. “A little higher, kitten.” Once again she struck Julia’s round ass, making the left side as pink as the right. She hit her every step of the way, guiding her toward the leather ottoman in the opposite corner of the bedroom. With each contact, the bells attached to Julia’s nipples and pussy answered with frantic jingles. The sound no longer distracted Carmen from her purpose, but encouraged her to keep going. Of course the moans coming from her beautiful sub added to her own mounting excitement. Her nipples tightened and her clit throbbed, but she put her needs to the back of her mind. “Spread your legs wider and lean all the way over so your hands are on the floor.”

* * * *

Julia’s ass was warm from the paddle and yet she craved more. She knew her Mistress would deliver the appropriate punishment. She always knew what to do for her to give them both the greatest amount of pleasure. “Yes, Mistress.”  Julia placed her palms flat on the carpet, curling her fingers inward to grip the plush fibers as Carmen worked her with the paddle. A few times the edges of the paddle connected with her cunt sending jolts of pleasure and pain through her body, igniting the passion she hadn’t felt in such a long time. This was definitely where she belonged, with her Mistress, her true soul mate.

“You’re going to get to know this paddle well, my sweet, but not all tonight. We’ve plenty of time together and I’ve a lot of instruction planned for you.” Carmen slipped her fingers between Julia’s pussy lips. “So wet for me already, kitten. Do you know how much that pleases me?”

“I’ll do anything to please you, Mistress.” Julia thrust back toward Carmen as her fingers slid over her clit and then quickly withdrew. “Please don’t stop, Mistress.”

Carmen laughed softly as she rubbed soothing cream with her soft hands over Julia’s thighs and bottom. “Don’t you worry, there’s going to be plenty of time for you to come for me, my love. Since it’s been such a long time, your skin isn’t used to being worked, but it will be.”

Shivers flew up and down Julia’s spine. The combination of the heat from the paddle, the coolness of the cream, and the touch of Carmen’s hands was almost too much to take, and yet it was exactly what she needed and longed for from the very start. She felt a tug on her outer lips as the bell clamps were removed and cream worked into the skin that had been in their grip for the last few hours. Julia moaned again as Carmen spread her ass cheeks and slipped two fingers into her tight opening, coating her with the cream and stretching her with each feathering stroke.

Carmen picked up the crop with the special latex covered handle and bulb at the tip. It resembled a long, thick cock and was in fact, one of Julia’s favorite toys. Tonight she was going to be reacquainted with it. Just the sight of it made her body ache with need. The feel of the dildo sliding between her cheeks, sent a flood of her juices down her inner thighs. There was nothing she could do about it. She couldn’t hold it back any longer and hoped it wouldn’t displease her Mistress too much. A smile slowly formed on her lips thinking about what was going to happen next if Carmen followed her usual routine.

The bulb of the handle slowly slid passed the initial resistance to embed deep within her. Julia’s clit throbbed in response to the fullness of the crop buried in her ass, and her hips rocked. She ground her pussy into the ottoman attempting to give her clit some relief, but Carmen was having none of that. “Kneel up and hands behind your back, kitten.”  She helped Julia get up and into position before shoving the crop a little deeper into her. “Now, I’m going to enjoy that hot bath you prepared for me. Keep your hands behind your back, legs apart, and that fake cock right where it is until I tell you otherwise. Are you okay with that or do you need a break, my pet?”

Julia swallowed hard and licked her lips. I could use a drink of water, Mistress.” Carmen held a bottle of water with a straw while Julia drained nearly half of it in three gulps. “Thank you.”
Carmen kissed her forehead and then her lips softly. “I won’t be long and then we’ll start again. I was thinking of our last session after you visited me today. We had such a short time together then, not enough to really see what both of us were made of. But this time, oh honey, this time we are going to be able to let everything and everyone else go.”

I can't wait for Tammy to finish this one! How about you? Let us know what you think in the comments section below. Now enjoy the week exploring the other blogs and Good luck!

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Friday, November 30, 2012

Miranda Stork's Vigilante of Shadows Takes Center Stage!

I've got a special treat for you my lovelies! Author Miranda Stork is celebrating the release of the first book in her brand new series with a blog tour and a swag giveaway. Trust me, you don't want to miss out on this one. My alter ego, Tammy Dennings Maggy asked me to help out with the celebrations be spreading the party out between both of our blogs. She's set up a bit of a teaser with our usual Thursday Thirteen post over at Sassy Vixen Publishing. Here at The House of Taboo, we get to take it one step further and share the entire excerpt from Vigilante of Shadows. Doesn't that title sound yummy?  Here's what Miranda herself has to say about her new book.
"The action begins fast and hard with a murder, an immortal murderer, and a bright young police officer caught in the action. Oh, and shadow-people and a demon. Did I not mention those? Vigilante of Shadows sets the series off on a path that will be humorous  horrifying, and just a little bit steamy. A path where this time…the whole of humanity hangs in the balance."

Want to learn more? Me too! So grab your drinks and take your seats folks our special guest isn't quite ready to take the stage. Let's take a quick peek and see what's holding him up...

Sorry about that, Gerard! (snicker) We'll let you finish dressing and meet you out here on stage when you're ready to go. 

hehehe...yeah, I did that on purpose. Well, he had it coming! He turned on the water when I was in the shower and made me get blasted with a sudden blast of cold water...uh, yeah...hmmm. How about we take a look at that HOT cover now on the screens over Center Stage? Boys! Fire up the spotlight!


Are you sure?

I can't hear you...(the crowd goes wild with cheers and stomping of their feet)

Here ya go!

All images and writing related to Vigilante of Shadows is copyright and property of Moon Rose Publishing, and may not be copied, reproduced, or used in any form, digital or print, without the express written permission of
Moon Rose Publishing

Don't those eyes just pull you right in? And those lips...oooooo

(Gerard's voice calls out from back stage "Oh stop drooling over the demon, girly and tell them a bit more about the book before I give them the excerpt the beautiful Miranda sent over.)

LOL! Don't you all just love that man's accent? He's right. Let me read the blurb to you all while Mr. "I Am Always Running Around in a Towel Backstage" finishes getting dressed. ;)

(I heard that!)

Well, finish getting ready and get your sexy ass out here! 

Ahem...let's see...the it is!

Aodhan clutched uselessly at his head, groaning. He knew it was useless, because the voice was not inside his head. It followed him, skimming across buildings and land. It had followed him since he was sixteen, and it still followed him today, like a memory too horrific to be forgotten…

Aodhan is a shadow-demon, hardened and cold after years of being alone, after his love, his Entwined, was cruelly taken away from him. He has closed his heart to the world, and now spends his life ridding the world of men like those who took his beloved away, an immortal hit-man…

Arianwen Harris is a young DCI, working for York City Police. When a known criminal is found viciously killed, she finds herself trailing a hit-man who has seemed to escape clutches again and again…but she begins to find herself drawn to his dark charms and roguish good looks…

As their two worlds collide, Aodhan and Arianwen find themselves coming together to escape a far greater enemy, one that threatens to create a world far worse than the one they live in. As they battle to hold back the oncoming forces, fate has another plan; one to draw them together and heal their broken pasts together…

Ooooooo! I wanna hear more. How about you? (the crowd starts cheering and then suddenly they are on their feet and pointing. I turn around and there is the man of the hour looking as fine as ever all dressed up. *sigh* I do love him in that towel though!)

I see you haven't been behaving out here all by yourself. A guy can't finish his shower in peace without some firecracker trying to catch him naked!

You weren't so worried about me catching you naked last night.

I was just trying to do my part conserving water, darlin'. But seeing you all wet and soapy in there, all alone...well...what can I say?

Stop it! You are making me blush on my own stage. How about you read the excerpt for Miranda and then we can tell everyone how to enter to win some fantastic prizes?

(He winked at me before taking my hand and kissing it softly.) As you wish, darlin' just as long as you promise we take up this conversation again later, over dinner.

LOL! You drive a hard bargain. Go on. The stage is yours.

He paced along speedily, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans. The sounds of the night surrounded him--distant cat song, the steady hum of far-off cars, the soft sound of wind whistling underneath people’s windows. He loved being out at night, not because it was a time when his ‘kind’ were more active, but simply because it was so much quieter than the day. The sounds of people rushing around disappeared, and left a peaceful calm with the soothing darkness.

Of course, there were the voices in his head, but that was another story.

He shrugged his shoulders up, cutting off the wind whistling around his neck. He wasn't particularly cold, but the noise was annoying when your ears were so sensitive that a pin dropping could sound like a two-ton weight.

Aodhan’s mind went back to the girl from the bar. He hadn't meant to be so brisk with her, but it was really best that no-one got that close. He… didn't do well with people any more. They always brought back memories of simpler times, of her. And besides that…he killed people. People who wouldn't die if they hadn't found out about them…

Aodhan was a demon.

A rare demon, as well, a shadow demon. He had been born to a Scottish clan just over eight-hundred years ago, to humans. Contrary to what he saw people believed in the media and books, demons were actually born to humans. There was no line of them, like vampires or werewolves. They were simply…random.

When he had been born, there were no noticeable signs of what he was. He just looked like any of the other babies born to them, strong and healthy, but definitely human.

As he grew older, he had shown great proficiency with all weapons, learning faster than any of the other boys in the clan. Even some of the boys older than him had a hard time keeping up. He was never big-headed about it though, simply trying to fit in with everyone else. However, the clan talked about how the strange-eyed boy was so much quicker and stronger than others twice his age, and whispered about ancient gods coming back to the earth. His looks weren't too odd for his clan, everyone having black, brown, or auburn hair. But his eyes were odd. All others in his clan had mostly blue eyes; some of them had brown eyes. But he had startling clear green ones, more like a cat than a human.

When he was thirteen, he suddenly began developing strange growths near his temples. After going to see the clan’s wise woman about it, she simply cackled, and whispered, “Those who are given the gift of darkness, should not fear the unknown.” He had shaken off the wise woman’s words, telling himself that she had finally gone crazy.

The growths had developed further, until they started to look like small dark horns, about the length of his thumb. They curled close to the curve of his head, smooth with small ridges forming at each stage of their growth. Luckily, Aodhan’s hair grew wild and long, allowing him to cover them up as much as he could.

By the time his twentieth year was reached, he was a well-loved member of his clan. He was kind and helpful to all, and helped to fight off their enemies more times than he could count on both hands. But he was holding a dreadful secret from his clan. Since his horns had grown, he had also noticed many other things. 

He had begun to...see things. Shadows.

When he was out hunting in the forest near to their home, he would think that he had seen someone moving in the trees behind him. But when he swung around to face them…nothing. Then he would hear a soft chuckle, his name being called on the wind. At night, in his bed as he tried to sleep, he would see black figures running around the walls. 

He had tried to tell the wise woman of the village again, thinking them to be spirits sent to drive him mad, or something worse. She simply shook her head at him, and chuckled, rocking herself to and fro. He had got used to the shadows by now, drawing the blanket up over his head so that he couldn't hear their taunting murmurs...

Aodhan suddenly stopped walking, snapping out of his daydream. He was sure he had seen one of...them. Looking all around, he scanned the buildings with his vivid eyes. The problem with them was that they could hide anywhere they chose--walls, buildings, floors, anywhere--especially at night.

The red brick buildings around him looked empty, the few alleyways just leading alongside the backs of houses, a small number of bins scattered about. No-one else was walking near him on the pavement, no sound anywhere.

Just as he was about to turn around and carry on walking, pulling his jacket up again, he heard something behind him. Something whispery and cold.


(Gerard Butler blows a kiss to the crowd before heading off the stage. He stops, turns to me and flashes that smile he knows will have my panties drenches in seconds. He taps his heart and bows deeply, never taking his eyes from mine. Bloody hell! So much for a quiet night in my jammies! LOL!)

Let's hear it one more time for Mr. Gerard Butler! (the crowd is on it's feet again, cheering wildly. Gerard slips off stage leaving me alone with my people.) Okay, okay! Settle down now. Mr. Sexy Pants has left the stage. It's time for a few more things before you go. Here's the Rafflecopter for you to enter to win some great Vigilante of Shadows swag from Miranda. Make sure you head over to Sassy Vixen and enter there too. That way you get DOUBLE the entries! 

Good luck and make sure you get your copy of Miranda's book today. I'm going to get mine as soon as I see Gerard back to his hotel suite. What? Can I help it if the man is too FINE to ever say no to? 

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About the Author

I was born in Guisborough, North Yorkshire in 1987 and have lived in various places around Britain, including Newcastle and Glasgow.
My writing is inspired by various writers, including the vivid characters of Charles Dickens, the imagination of Stephen King, and the gothic imagery of Anne Rice.

My love of horror began at an early age, when I was only three or four. I could read proficiently at the age of three, and devoured fairy-stories, but I always had a bent towards the darker stories, such as the Brother's Grimm's tales...Red Riding Hood was always a firm favorite  although I always felt sorry for the wolf, despite him having tried to eat everyone!

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Monday, November 12, 2012

Victorian Polyamory and Bisexuality...Oh My!

Even though I'm not fond of Mondays, here at The House of Taboo, we make our Mondays ROCK! It's time for our Oh My! Monday spot where we feature a steamy excerpt from the new release of one of our author friends. Today I'm happy to welcome Rose Anderson to the House. She's a friend of both myself and my alter ego Tammy Dennings Maggy. Enough about us. How about I turn over the stage and let her tell you about herself and her book Loving Leonardo.

Thanks for this wonderful promo opportunity, Tammy and Lia. After being out of the loop with my health issues for the better part of a year, I’m back with lots of news. You might say I’m on a blitz! 

As you know, my most recent novel in print is Loving Leonardo. It’s an unusual tale if I do say so myself. Though set in the late Victorian era, this polyamorous bisexual tale is a topical story. Acceptable sexuality is big in the news these days. And just a few months ago a well-known high-profile news man “came out of the closet”, so to speak. He said plainly that he always knew, and he always was, and he’s perfectly happy. That statement about being gay turned on the idea bulb over my head. How often in our lives do we truly come to know ourselves? 

Conversely Leonardo Da Vinci was a man torn between his true nature and a very unforgiving church doctrine. I’m a research hound and found something quite unbelievable -- liturgical documents of the early Christian church in the 10th through 12th centuries show ceremonies for same-sex unions between men. I find it so utterly absurd that 400 years later Leonardo was imprisoned for loving another man. Who are we to determine what love is for another? Armed with info and, you might say, a righteous indignation, I wrote my story around these facts. 

But no one likes a story without a story in it so I created a layering in my characters. Da Vinci was an artist. Nicolas is an art historian. Da Vinci was a philosopher. Progressive Ellie is a student of philosophy. Da Vinci was a grand inventor, much of his knowledge based upon processes that came before him. Luca is a historian. Before I knew it, these three were having the most amazing discussions! Certainly love had to follow such compatibility. And to balance it all – a conscienceless adversary who’d stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

Here’s an “Oh My!” bit from Loving Leonardo:

The ladies took their sherry as ladies do, and the men headed to the lounge for cigars and port. Of course wherever men congregate, politics and finances are on everyone’s mind; that, and the Queen’s upcoming Jubilee. The century would be turning shortly and industry and modernization were keen topics alongside investments and instability in South Africa. Queen Victoria’s bellicose grandson Wilhelm had recently alienated public opinion by his interest in the Cape Colony of South Africa. More than one man in the room felt the foreseeable future held a second Boer war. I found I didn’t have much to say, my thoughts otherwise occupied by my body’s surprising reaction to my wife, and the way the blond Dutchman rolled the end of his cigar between his lips.

I was certain Ellie would retire when she’d had enough small talk. From the little I knew of her progressive attitudes, small talk of hats and fashion weren’t topics to hold her interest for long. I was unversed in American politics but I doubted half the men in my own House of Lords were as well versed in Britannia’s policies as she was in the politics of her country. My wife wanted the vote. As wise and learned as she was, America was wrong to deny her. In quick order, I found myself lost in thoughts of her. Under a newlywed’s pretense, I downed my port, made my goodnights, and took my thoughts to the deck where I became momentarily captivated by the moonlight sparking upon the water. It was an image that brought to mind the dappled water of Pierre-Auguste Renoir, coupled with the hazy quality of Ivan Aivazovsky’s Moonlit Night.

Although his invitation had been crystal clear, I was nevertheless surprised when the Dutchman walked up and stood beside me. We talked about sea voyages, Lord Byron, and the feel of a fine Cuban cigar over your tongue. His description was such that I asked him to show me what he meant. He “just happened to have one in his cabin,” he said, “a fine hand-rolled Havana, the same sort that Britain’s own Prince Edward enjoyed.” Primed with innuendo, needless to say, I followed.

The cabin was dimly lit and private from his sister. After he closed the door behind us, he made no move to light the lamp. In a flash he was on his knees before me. It wasn’t a Havana he wanted rolling over his tongue, but then I never thought it was. He kissed his way up my thighs, switching from one to the other as his fingers deftly undid my trousers. Pulling them down to my knees, he closed his hand around my now hard cock, while his other hand freed his own. This would be no long coupling. It would be short and hard and infinitely satisfying.

My eyes closed and I held my breath as his warm mouth enveloped me. A man knows what feels good, and my Dutchman treated me as if he sucked himself. He laved my shaft until I was sloppy wet. I couldn’t help but sink my hands into his golden hair to guide him, and my fingers coated with his spicy Makassar oil. He gagged, he slobbered, and he sucked me hard. All the while, the whapping sound of his hard-handed abandon filled the quiet space. I knew his delicious act drove him over the edge, and he made little sounds of surrender as I held him fast and fucked into his mouth; plummeting along tongue and teeth, while my balls slapped against his chin. The groan was unmistakable and I knew he shot his spunk by the feral scent in the air. I gave him the rest in quick short jabs. An instant later my floodgates opened and I pumped into him, thrilling to the carnal duet of his muted gags and straining gulps. He was glorious.

Rose, that was positively YUMMY! Tammy and I both have this one on our kindles and we are loving it! The rest of you have to get this book for yourselves. To find out more about Rose and her books, check out the links below. 

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Friday, November 9, 2012

Tammy Dennings Maggy Takes Over Center Stage

Once again I get to share the stage with my alter ego Tammy Dennings Maggy. In just five short days, the second book of her Now and Forever series will be released. It's been a long time in between the first book and The Island (Now and Forever 2), but having read it all TWICE now I have to say it was worth the wait! Not to mention I got to meet the villainess Julia Santos live and in the flesh! (fanning self.) We'll get to that in a bit. 

First things first. Make sure you all have your drink orders in. Once Tammy gets to talking, Taboo's bartenders stop serving. Don't try to get them to make an exception either. They absolutely ADORE her and hang on her every word. Too bad boys! Tammy is spoken for by a HAWT 18 year member of the Coast Guard. (sigh) He is one hell of a Knight in Shining Armor but if you get too close to his woman, he'll go all Hulk SMASH on ya, so don't say I didn't give you any warning.

(The lights start to dim, signalling the show is about to start.) Looks like Tammy's ready to come out. Put your hands together and welcome to The House of Taboo's Center stage, the sinfully sassy author of erotic romances that will curl your toes, Tammy Dennings Maggy!

(Tammy comes out on stage dressed in black from head to toe, thigh high boots, and wait...not all black at all. She's taken a page out of Maya DeLeina's book and is wearing the Taboo hot purple and black leather corsette. Oh those two! They did that on purpose to throw me off my game!)

What's the matter, Lia? Cat got your tongue? LOL

I see you've been checking out our clothing line again. I have to say, both you and Maya do those corsets well. Am I right folks? (the crowd cheers wildly and the Tony the head bartender blows her a kiss.) 

Now don't you go flirting with me, Anthony! I know your heart belongs to Maya. ;)  It's great to be back here. You've really outdone yourself with The House of Taboo, Lia.

Thanks, but we aren't here to talk about me or the club. It's your turn to shine tonight, Vixen. You've been hard at work on the Now and Forever series for how long now?

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It took nearly two years for me to finally finish the first book, but the others have all been coming along pretty well over the last year. The Island will come out officially on November 15th and I hope to have The Surrender of Julia ready to send off to Siren with in the next two months. 

How do you find the time to write when you work full time as a veterinarian and have a brand new hubby to take care of?

Sometimes I wonder about that myself, but I'm fortunate to have many people in my corner helping out with everything else. My husband, Liam is my biggest cheerleader and keeps our house and our life running smoothly so I can get lost in my writing. As you know, sometimes those pesky characters won't give me a break.

One in particular kept you guessing, am I right?

I was wondering how long it would take you to ask about her.

Well, she made an impression on me.

(snort) Is that what you're going to call it now? Why don't you just come right out and admit you have a "thang" for Julia Santos?

Awww. Are you jealous? Last time I checked you were blissfully married AND still carrying a torch for Jenna Jameson!

(catcalls and whistles erupt throughout the audience) That's no big secret.  But I do have one for you. Julia has convinced me to tell her entire story...including the menage scenes!

(I'm shocked and just stare at her for a moment.) Really? I thought you were going to leave that "taboo" stuff to me? Julia got to you too. Admit it!

LOL! Well, she is rather convincing when she puts her mind to it. She's been in my ear for quite some time wanting to be sure the entire story was told. Don't get me wrong, she definitely wanted Quinn and Jacob's story told first, but she didn't want to be remembered as the bitch that caused Jacob's near fatal accident.

The Island starts one year after For the Love of Quinn left off, but since you write it as a series of flashbacks, it's actually a prequel. Why didn't you put this one out first?

I didn't have the story then. The very first scenes that came to me were the ones at the END of For the Love of Quinn. When I started on the opening scenes where Quinn is in Vegas the same time Jacob is, I had no idea that Steve Eischer was going to take over everything.  Then I got another shocker when Jacob tells his friends about the accident that nearly took his life...all because of a girl.  That girl was Julia. She's only mentioned briefly, but like you, I wanted to know more about her.

So you wrote the short story "A Christmas Miracle for Jake" because you wanted to tell more about Jacob's former life?

Uh huh. People can read that short on my Behind Closed Doors blog HERE. It's in three parts for a blog hop I did then. You will see even with that short, there was a whole lot of story going on and Julia stole the show.

That she did! Folks, Tammy has agreed to share an excerpt from The Island where Julia gets her freak on with Jacob. Obviously this is before the accident that puts him in a coma and on the Island, but I think this is a pivotal part of their story. 

Yes it is. This is one of the times you get to see a more vulnerable part to Julia. Jacob helps her to realize many of her fantasies, but she's at a loss as to why what they have isn't enough for her.  Don't get me wrong. The sex is out of this world, it's just she craves more.

And so will you when you hear who we got to read this excerpt for everyone tonight. Please direct your attention to the screens on the stage to our right and welcome to the House...Mr. Vin Diesel.

No flippin' way! 

Surprise! LOL

Her hands slid under his arms to hold him tight. “You know I still feel horrible for not being with you for your father’s funeral, but I didn’t want to intrude on your family’s grief.” She put her fingertips on his lips, silencing his words of protest. “I didn’t realize how much this all meant to you. I’ll have my assistant clear my schedule for the next week. My clients will just have to understand. You’ve been by my side through all of this, and now it’s my turn. My place is with you.”

Jacob’s lips covered hers once again, finding her tongue more than eager to do battle with his. She quickly undid his belt and the zipper of his pants and slid her hands inside to caress his growing erection. He pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it to the floor. He lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bed he made for her as a Christmas present. The king-sized four-poster bed was crafted out of a dark, richly stained oak with red sheer curtains draping over the top. She squealed with delight when she first saw it set up in their bedroom, and now he was hoping to get her squealing once again.

She slid out of her boy shorts and up to lay on the pillows. She reached for him as he got rid of the rest of his clothes to join her. “Show me how much you love me, baby. Make me feel it.”

He slowly worked his way down her body, licking, nibbling, and tasting as he went. Julia cooed and sighed with every touch along the way, offering her body up for his enjoyment, teasing him with it, knowing full well he couldn’t resist her for very much longer. His excitement grew with every sound she made. This was the game they played often with each other, but something felt different to him this time. Something about the way she switched from being adamant she couldn't abandon her clients to wanting to be by his side for the difficult family gathering nagged at the back of his mind. Jacob didn't want to analyze anything at that moment except the beautiful, naked woman underneath him. For now he pushed those doubting thoughts to the side and continued to make his lover squirm.
* * * *
Jacob’s lips sealed over her clit, drawing out a deep guttural moan from Julia. No man could eat her out like him, and tonight he was in rare form. His tongue glided in and out of her folds with deliberate slow motions that made her entire body burn with need to have him. While he sucked her throbbing, hooded flesh yet again, his fingers filled up her pussy and stretched her anus. “Oh my God, that feels fucking fantastic. Don’t stop.”

He feathered and teased her hot, wet folds until the comforter beneath them was drenched with her cum. He slid back up her body, slowly snaking his tongue along a burning trail to her tits. Her nipples were so erect they hurt, just the way she liked them. The slightest touch sent her body over the edge, her cunt twitching with the need to be completely filled with his cock. To emphasize that point, she pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his hips. “Fuck me, now, Jake. Let me have that glorious dick of yours deep inside me.”

Her breathing quickened as the head of his cock eased into her so slowly. She tried to pull him in fast, but he only smiled and held his position. He tugged her arms up over her head and quickly bound them in the leather straps attached to the headboard. Julia returned the smile. She loved the feel of the strap around her wrists and in her palms. Jacob really did know how to please her, in every way. Having her hands bound while she was willingly ravaged by a man had always been a fantasy of hers, and now she could mark that off of her bucket list.

Julia clenched her fingers tightly around the leather as Jacob shoved her legs further apart and buried his cock in her cunt. The sensation overwhelmed her, and yet her body craved more. He pulled out quickly and sat up, lifting her ass off the bed as he went. Now with half of her body suspended in the air he entered her again, slowly working her up and down his cock, gradually building up to the speed she craved. Her tits bounced hard with each thrust. Her thighs quaked and were soon slick with her own juices, and yet he still loved her, still took more and more from her. Julia’s mind went blank with one final full-body orgasm.

She came to her senses as Jacob released her from the leather straps and pulled her close to curl up to his body, her head resting on his chest. As she listened to his heartbeat slow down to its normal soothing rhythm, she fought to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. What the hell’s wrong with me? Why can’t this be enough? Why can’t Jacob be enough?

Wow! Didn't I tell you guys Tammy's stuff will curl your toes? The Island is currently available for pre-order. All you have to do is click on the book cover above and you will be taken right to her Bookstrand page. As an added bonus, the book is at 10% off the listed price now until November 22nd. Go on and get yours today. 

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