Monday, July 27, 2015

New Release ~ The Alpha Gladiator by Beth D. Carter

Okay, I admit it…I fell in love with Spartacus as played by Andy Whitfield in the Starz adaptation.  How horrible that he succumbed to non-Hodgkin lymphoma shortly after wrapping up the first season. During the second season, the producers decided to introduce a new gladiator which, in my opinion, was one hot hunk to watch!  So when the third season came back, with a new lead to play Spartacus, it didn’t seem such a sad departure from Andy. 

I became fascinated by the dynamics of the politics behind the gladiator games.  The origin of gladiatorial combat is open to debate. There is evidence of it in funeral rites during the Punic Wars of the 3rd century BC, and thereafter it rapidly became an essential feature of politics and social life in the Roman world. Its popularity led to its use in ever more lavish and costly games. The gladiator games lasted for nearly a thousand years. (Thanks, Wikipedia!)

The Alpha Gladiator was actually written to be part of an anthology, but it came out as too sci-fi, so I switched it to the novella story line, Romance on the Go, for Evernight Publishing.  The Spartacus story might have provided the idea, but I moved everything into a futuristic slash paranormal setting.   The next story I have planned in this line features more of the slave and gladiator dynamics, not quite so paranormal but still within the realms of mystical.  Hopefully that will be written soon, after I wrap up a few other series.


Ravage is the fierce Alpha of his people, the Lycans.  During the mating celebration, while their guards are down, his people are attacked and twelve are captured for the gladiator games of Kappuah, including Aleirah, the woman Ravage wants above all others.

He tries to resist, but he’s unwilling to see his men and his female harmed by the ruthless tyrants of the games.  He must make the ultimate sacrifice of taking lives if he’s to protect his people.

But there is one secret no one knows, and Ravage is more than willing to show how some myths are based in truth, by letting his inner wolf come out to destroy all those who enslaved them.

“I remember.”  He looked around.  “You are a compassionate woman.  Caring and kind.  You would make me a great mate.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?”
“A mate.  I have been waiting for you to enter the mating ceremony for ten years, Aleirah.  Surly you knew that?”
She shook her head.  “No.  I … ah … no.  I don’t think I would make a very good mate for an Alpha.”
“Why would you think that?” he asked, a bit vexed.  Ravage was fast learning she could be a little stubborn.
“I’m…” She paused and cleared her throat.  I just don’t think I would.”
“I beg to differ, and I hope you allow me to change your mind.”  He stepped closer to her and her breath hitched in her throat.  He tilted her face up and her mouth dropped open on a breathless little sigh.  The he offered her his elbow.  “Would you take a walk with me through the night?”
She bit her bottom lip with her top teeth, and the action had an interesting effect on his dick, which jumped to attention.  Ravage could just imagine her sinking her teeth into his shoulder as he thrust into her beautiful body.  Hesitantly, she took his arm and as soon as she touched him, he placed his hand on top of hers, trapping her by his side.  Now that he had her, he wasn’t about to let her get away.
He pulled her away from both bonfires, into the woods, letting the darkness shroud them.  Sometimes it was easier to let go of secrets and fears when the other person was cloaked in shadow.  The night had always been a friend of the Lycanis people, so Ravage used the moon to his advantage.
“I remember you from when we were children,” he murmured. 
“I remember you too,” she said softly.
He grinned, pleased with her answer.  She may deny that she wanted to be his mate, but the pheromones coming off her body indicated otherwise.  Aleirah found him desirable.  Whether or not she wanted to be his mate, her body had already begun changing to accept his claiming bite.  Now, he just had to get her to admit it, and he wasn’t above using seduction on his part.

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I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web:


Thursday, July 23, 2015

Miami Heat is Here!


A trip to Miami for a blind date—what could go wrong?

Violet Wilson is a book lover at heart. As a librarian she loves her job and quite frankly no one else, from her prospective, could do it better. The only downside for being such a voracious reader, she has a high expectation of men.

Violet needs to let her hair down, embrace life and have fun—something her best friend Kate is willing to help her with. After an afternoon lunch with her best friend, she is handed a plane ticket and a hotel reservation to Miami. However, there is a catch…her date.
Roman Carpino isn’t looking for love. He has his tattoo parlor, his friends and several different women whenever he needs or wants a companion. To him, his life is golden. But, given the chance to take a vacation on his friend’s dime, he relents. What he isn't expecting however, is his date, Violet.

With a weekend to spend together, will they find what each desires most—or will a friendly gesture damage two lives forever?

“Roman.” She sighed. “You did this on purpose?”

He grinned. “What?”

“You purposely dressed like a god so I would drool all over you.” She swallowed hard, and her gaze caressed his arms and chest. Fuck, he’d never get used to or tired of the way she stared at him.

“I had to prove my statement last night. You love looking at me, and what better way for you to do it than while on a date with me?” He shrugged.

“I’ll be staring at you all day, that’s for sure.” She glanced at his arms and narrowed her eyes. “Are those old-school Universal Studios monster tattoos?” She blushed. “I mean, they’re cool and all. My parents really loved old black-and-white monster flicks. I, however, enjoyed reading about monsters. You know, Universal really bastardized Frankenstein. I’m sure Mary Shelley was rolling over in her grave.”

“Unless she figured out a way to be regenerated.”

Violet rolled her eyes, and he smiled. Actually he was impressed she knew his ink, even if her cover was weak. He loved old black-and-white horror movies. Bela Lugosi was his favorite actor. The range it took to go from Dracula to The Wolfman was insane. So, he’d gone into his shop and showed his buddy what he wanted done. He’d kept it all black-and-white with some shadowing. In the foreground of the work of art sat a mini graveyard with the moon shining high above, casting a silvery glow over the cemetery. Then, behind tombstones, the different characters were added in. The only color on the whole tattoo, which went from his shoulder to his wrist, was in Dracula’s cape. The completed process had taken three sittings and over ten hours. “Yeah. Do you like it?”

“Duh.” She grinned. “From far away I never knew what it was. I mean, I always saw the red strip in it but never got up the nerve to ask. What’s on your other arm?”

“Jason and the Argonauts.”

“Seriously?” She grabbed his hand, and a zing of electricity shot up his arm. Her soft gasp let him know she felt it too. “Sorry. I shouldn’t just grab at you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He walked into her room and closed the door behind him. “Okay, now take your fill of the tattoos.”

Violet did just that. Her fingertips traced each line, each detail as though she was engraving them into her memory. She glanced up at him. Awe and desire glittered in her violet gaze. 

“You are a mysterious man,” she whispered.

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TL Reeve, a multi-published author with Cobblestone Press, Decadent Publishing, Evernight Publishing and Loose-Id, was born out of a love of family and a bond that became unbreakable. Living in the south, TL misses Los Angeles and will one day return to the beaches of Southern California to ride the waves at Huntington Beach. When not writing something hot and sexy, TL can be found curled up with a good book, or working on homework with a cute little pixie.​

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Takeover Wednesday ~ A Delicate Balance by Dakota Trace

A Delicate Balancing Act

 “Please, Mistress!”  

Got your attention, didn’t I?  Those two words are rather evocative, attention grabbing and can be full of wide range of emotions.  Are they a plea to stop? Is her submissive at the end of his or her tether?  Or are they a cry for more – to be pushed harder, sent higher?  

Well, without context, you the reader, will never know.  Which is where I, the author comes in.  It’s my job to flesh out those words, to add to them, to give enough details that it creates a great emotional impact.  To create a balance between the role reversal that is believable – one that will make you hold your breath with anticipation but still stay true to my characters. 

This can be a delicate balancing act at the best of times.  Like how far can I go before I turn off the reader and he or she throws down the book?   Can I let coarse language in? How much humiliation can the hero take before the heroine seems to be nothing more than a power hungry bitch who doesn’t deserve his submission?    And can I stay true to their internal motivations? 

These are all questions that run through my head as I’m creating a scene between a Domme and her sub.  In the snippet below, one which I have taken out of Her Naughty Boy, I had a particularly hard time balancing Kyle’s need….

Her heart began to hammer. “Is that what you want, Kyle? To resist the inevitable until you have no other choice but to submit?” The idea he wanted forced seduction was tempting. She’d tried it once with another sub and his Mistress. It was edgier than what most traditional subs liked, but for the very select few it was hot. She still grew damp remembering how it felt to sit on the man’s face while his Mistress tormented his sex until he did as she asked.
“Yeah. You wanted to know what makes me ache at night? The idea I’ll never know the freedom that man knew. That I’ll never have a woman who cares enough to push me until all I can do is breathe for her.”

Straight from his own mouth, Kyle has darker needs than most find acceptable. He wants to be pushed until the only thing he can do is breathe.  He wants a release so total he can shed his good guy image and responsibilities and just be. 

Of course, for this to happen, he’s going to have a strong Mistress who not only cares for him, but can read both his non-verbal and verbal cues.  Lucky for him, Lily has both the internal strength and years of both friendship with her sub and lifestyle experience to provide what he needs.   In the end, after many revisions, and much hair pulling, I think I managed to create a scene that portrayed exactly that.  I don’t know maybe you can be a better judge.  I’ve include a snippet of end of their first scene.  Do you think she gave him what he wanted?

He panted, his chest heaving like bellows, every nerve taut. But there was no way he’d call a stop now. She’d pushed him closer to nirvana than he’d ever been. “Yes…Mistress.”
She nodded. “Good.” Her tongue darted out. “I need to feel you moving inside me.” She began to ride him again, this time her fingers tugging at the nipple clamps.
 Cursing, panting and groaning, he fought hard to control himself as she moved faster and faster on him, until he thought his cock was going to fall off. “Please, Mistress…please. Let me come.”
He was totally unprepared for the insidious plug to come to life again inside of him. He shouted, his butt clenching hard. “Son of….it’s not fair…you teasing little bitch…” Obscenities began to pour from him, as his cock swelled even more inside of her. His dick felt like an iron pike and his balls like tight little drums. He’d burst at the slightest touch…cock rings or not.
“Naughty little boy,” she scolded, her checks flushed with exertion and desire. “I’ll teach you to mouth off to me.” She rode him faster, her fingers finding the clamps on his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut with each separate tug as her motion pushed him higher until he was certain he couldn’t hang on.
“Fuck!” he hissed when she tugged one of them off. Pain washed over him as the trapped nipple was freed and sensation returned.
“Hell yeah…fuck!” she panted, her other hand fumbling between their bodies. He stiffened as she undid the quick release catch on the cock ring. “Going to come all over you.” She caught his gaze. “You’ll wait until your Mistress comes, or I’ll wear your ass out!” She rocked faster on him, meeting his upward thrusts as she fumbled with the remote.
 He tugged hard on the cuffs, uncaring of the pain in his wrists as the vibration intensified. Suddenly his Mistress came hard around him. The sudden flood of wetness against his groin surprised him, but he didn’t have time to luxuriate in the idea he’d made his Mistress squirt. His body locked up as the brutally intense, over-powering orgasm broad-sided him. He screamed, shaking as he unloaded inside of her – filling her clenching sheath with the first spurts of his release. The pleasure turned him inside out as she continued to ride him, her nails digging into his chest. The sustained pain only pushed him higher. He wanted to catch his breath, but it wouldn’t stop. The euphoria kept building until he began to fight in earnest – overwhelmed by the intensity.
“No more…oh…God…no…I can’t…” He twisted from side to side in an effort to escape. He fought his body, the cuffs, and even her.
“Quit fighting me, Kyle. Let it take you.” Her plea was raspy. “I promise I’ll catch you.” Her words of reassurance only pushed him higher, until he was crying, the release too much for him. His control abandoned him, and he gave over to her. His body shook through a release so total, it was as if he’d shed years of denial, problems and stress through his dick. Through it all she whispered to him, praised him, cuddled and stroked him, until in the end all he could do was breathe — for her.


Best friends since early childhood, Lily and Kyle do everything together but have sex…
From the school room to their morning radio show at KKRC Kyle Austin has always had Lily's back, which is why her refusal to see him as anything other than a friend irks him. 

After overhearing a conversation revealing her true dominant nature, he sees an opportunity to have what he’s always wanted: Lily.  With Christmas around the corner, he's not above shedding his nice guy image to show her how just naughty he can be.  

Desperate to exorcise her lust before their families annual New Year get together, Lily heads to her club…

Lily Banner thinks she holds a dark secret from Kyle, which is why his presence at the Velvet Fist is such a surprise. She’s wanted him forever, but to have him meant corrupting her best friend in ways he’d never imagined or so she thought.  Because late at night, when the need gets to her, she dons her leather and becomes Mistress Banner – a domme who will demand more than just sex from him.  But now that he’s in her world…will she get what she never thought she could have for Christmas?


Dakota is a simple Midwest girl, who has found her passion in storytelling at a young age. Her father always said she made up the craziest stories.  Most remained unwritten though as writing wasn’t Dakota’s strong suit. That all changed in junior high when she took her first typing class. Problem solved for the dyslexic Dakota. There was no stopping her after that. She wrote her first novel her freshman year about a girl who could speak to animals on an old electric IBM typewriter her dad found at a garage sale. Now writing in several different genres, she is a published author with multiple books under her belt.  When she isn’t writing, she’s the crazy mom of three teenagers and one slightly neurotic pup.