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Welcome to the hop! I am giving away a copy of my erotic steampunk novel, Camilla's Consequences. Leave a comment about your favourite memory of summertime and you might win a copy.

Blurb: Camilla Covington is a sexual blackmailer. Betrayed by her fiancé years  earlier, she spends her days exacting revenge against men who are unfaithful. Armed with an iron resolve, her Panoptoscope and a handbag filled with instruments of castigation, she becomes a formidable adversary against any adulterer. Her quest for revenge has hardened her heart, but a small part of her still thirsts for passion and the heat of a man’s touch.

 Hephaestus Alighieri is a skilled metallurgist who hammers iron into any shape his imagination desires. When Camilla walks into his forge asking him to repair her pendant, flames of passion ignite between them. After Camilla receives letters that threaten to expose her, she seeks his protection as well as his love. However, in order to melt her heart, Hephaestus must resort to extreme measures to make
her see that pardon, not punishment, is needed for love
to grow.


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1 winner will
receive their choice of a Kindle Fire 7″ HD or NOOK HD winner’s choice (US
Only), or Paypal Cash (International).

Open  only to those who can legally enter, receive and use an Amazon.com Gift Code or
Paypal Cash. Winning Entry will be verified prior to prize being awarded. No
purchase necessary. You must be 18 or older to enter or have your parent enter
for you. The winner will be chosen by rafflecopter and announced here as well as
emailed and will have 48 hours to respond or a new winner will be chosen. This
giveaway is in no way associated with Facebook, Twitter, Rafflecopter or any
other entity unless otherwise specified. The number of eligible entries received
determines the odds of winning. Giveaway was organized by Chrisy from BTS Book
Reviews emag and Decadent Publishing and sponsored by the participating authors
& bloggers. VOID WHERE PROHIBITED BY LAW.
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SummerSeductionBlogHop Welcome to the Summer Seduction Blog Hop! There are lots of fabulous giveaways from authors and book bloggers who love erotic romance. Be sure to hop along as you can and check everyone out. Along the way you will have opportunities to earn more entries for the big hop prizes:

A $75 Gift Card + a 7 ebook bundle or a 10 ebook bundle

So, just follow the link below or check out the link list in the sidebar and start hopping! Within three days of the hop's end on Aug 21st at midnight eastern time we will select the 2 winners of the overall hop and notify them via email as well as post their names on the site. The two winners will have three days to respond or another winner will be selected for their prize.

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I am giving away a copy of my steampunk erotic romance, Camilla's Consequences. So please leave a comment and I will choose a winner at random.

Here's the blurb:

Camilla Covington is a sexual blackmailer. Betrayed by her fiancé years earlier, she spends her days exacting revenge against men who are unfaithful. Armed with an iron resolve, her Panoptoscope and a handbag filled with instruments of castigation, she becomes a formidable adversary against any adulterer. Her quest for revenge has hardened her heart, but a small part of her still thirsts for passion and the heat of a man’s touch.

 Hephaestus Alighieri is a skilled metallurgist who hammers iron into any shape his imagination desires. When Camilla walks into his forge asking him to repair her pendant, flames of passion ignite between them. After Camilla receives letters that threaten to expose her, she seeks his protection as well as his love. However, in order to melt her heart, Hephaestus must resort to extreme measures to make
her see that pardon, not punishment, is needed for love
to grow.


 
 
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My erotic steampunk novel released yesterday! Here's a sample, and afterwards you can click on the link (http://sneak-peek-sunday.blogspot.ca/) and read what everyone else posted for Sneak Peek Sunday:

Hunting men is a most lucrative occupation, one I enjoy with an ardent passion. As I wait for Lord Aldridge to exit his tent, I silently curse him for choosing to pitch his camp in this godforsaken bog. Although we are barely an hour outside London, it seems I have been transported to the jungles of Borneo. The dank, moist air wreaks havoc with my curls, my riding boots slip through the mud and my walking skirt reeks of rotting leaves and mallard droppings.

Silent, shielded by darkness, I rest my body against the trunk
of a tree that leans precariously over the pond and adjust the lens of the Panoptoscope against my eye. Motionless against the elm’s rough bark, I blend into my environment. Although my hiding place is barely ten yards away from Aldridge’s simple canvas tent, he will never see me.

I aim the ‘Scope at my quarry and peer through the lens. How
magical. My newest, truly ingenious modification far exceeds my expectations. My contraption allows me to see in the dark, and for a few moments I imagine myself
to be a panther lurking in the undergrowth, waiting for the perfect moment to ambush my prey.

The leafless trees appear in various shades of gray, their limbs hanging low, resembling eerie fingers that reach for the tent. Lantern light glows inside, and shadowy figures stir within the canvas walls. Lord Aldridge
has brought company. It is not unexpected. After all, Aldridge has many suitors.

All of whom are male.

Come out, Aldridge. Your judgment awaits. Often, I choose to confront men and punish them for their sins. It is a good thing that I do, for who else would pass judgment over them and sentence them for their transgressions? Surely not another man. No, it is a woman’s duty to judge men and determine whether they should be condemned for their actions.



 
 
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I'd like to welcome back A.M. Griffin, who has written a sequel to Dangerously Mine, titled Dangerously Yours.

The steamy standalone sequel to Dangerously Mine.

Kane Epps divides his life into two distinct parts—before the
alien invasion and after. Before the invasion, he had a pregnant wife and a high-powered job. After the invasion, he’s left with only himself and his hatred for all things alien. He channels his bitterness by captaining a vessel of renegade humans—space pirates who don’t think twice about taking what they need.

Princess Sa’Mya is on the run. She and a few trusted advisers fled her home planet, only to be captured by the sexy, dangerous Captain Epps. He claims to hate aliens but
can’t seem to resist touching her or kissing her…everywhere. As Kane introduces Sa’Mya to ever-increasing, unimaginable realms of pleasure, the princess becomes determined to earn his trust. She’s used to getting what she wants. And this
time, what she wants is Kane Epps.

Inside Scoop: This space-opera romance contains male/male sex scenes, girl-on-girl action, group sex and some good old-fashioned voyeurism.

Excerpt #1:

It took more than an hour but they finally found a house safe enough to enter without the fear it would crumble around them. Although the modest brownstone leaned precariously on its side, it would do for the night. 

Kane entered, kicking the debris out of his way, Anna’s limp hand planted firmly in his. The smell of mildew and decay overrode his senses. The dirt that caked the furniture told of its abandonment. Dust wafted through the air, stirring with each step they took. Her dainty hand that covered her nose and mouth did nothing to keep it from settling in her lungs. Anna coughed as he led her through to the living
room.

“Here, sit down. I’m going to check the kitchen for food and bottled water.” He let her go, settling her in front of a loveseat, the only piece of furniture in the room that didn’t look as if it would break apart under her pregnant weight. “Don’t go anywhere.” He didn’t want her exploring before he could make sure the structure was safe.

He propped the two knapsacks next to her. His jangled and clanked as he set it down. Hers made a soft rustling noise. As alien bombs had rained from the sky and life as they knew was no more, he had grabbed supplies and tools needed for survival, while she had wasted precious time taking pictures out of frames and photo albums.

Anna’s warm smile was meant only for him as she eased onto the dirty loveseat, pulling the knapsacks closer to her. 

“You can't get rid of me that easily.”

He couldn’t help but return her smile. This was why he loved her. Even in this, she still had her sense of
humor. He strode purposely through the double swinging kitchen doors and headed straight to the cabinets. He wanted to let out a frustrated scream as he flung open each one. Empty. Every cabinet he opened, empty. He frantically scanned the room, locking on what he sought. 
 
The pantry.

He made it to the door and swung it open. Empty.

Shit. Shit. Shit.
 
 
His knees buckled underneath his weight. He grabbed the doorframe with a shaky grip. Anna needed to eat. She was already too weak to go on. His mind raced as perspiration formed across his brow.

Calm the fuck down.


He needed to stay in control or they were sure to die. 

How long since she last ate? Last night? What about water? This morning? Or was it yesterday morning? Shit.

He gripped the doorframe harder. There was something about the rule of three. What was it? Humans can live for three weeks without food, three days without water and three minutes without air. Past three and you’re dead. What about pregnant women?

Whiz, boom! A high-pitched screeching cut through the air outside.

The house shook and rumbled as it was hit. Kane watched in slow motion as the appliances on the countertop jostled and fell over. Seconds slowly ticked by as a glass coffeepot hit the floor, shattering into a million pieces on impact. A large mixer bowl fell to its side and rolled across the countertop. Kane’s heart stopped. 
 
They’re here.

Excerpt #2:

“Did they leave?” Anna asked in a hope-filled whisper from behind his shoulder.

“I’m not certain.”

He dared not move. They could still be out there, waiting.

“I think they’re gone. I don’t hear anything.” Relief was apparent in her voice as she stepped away from him. He watched her ease onto one of the broken stairs. “My stomach is hurting.” She lay back on her elbows, rubbing her oversized belly.

“Stay put. Try to stay calm. Once I know for sure that they’re gone, I’ll go out and find you some food and water.” He peered through the peephole of the door.

Where are those bastards?

“I don’t want you to leave me here alone. What if they come back?”

“You need water.” He gave her a reassuring half-smile before turning to the peephole. “Plus, you’re not getting rid of me that ea—”

A roar deafened his ears. Wood, metal and plaster erupted through the air. Direct hit. 
 
Pain shot through him as debris rained down. His hands flew up to protect his face. He dropped to the floor, rolling to a fetal position. The house creaked and rocked around him.

He strained to open his eyes. Dust settled in them and burned. He snapped them shut.

“Anna!”

No answer. A dull ache thrummed in his ears.

Inhaling a lung full of dust, Kane coughed. “Anna! Come to me.” He threw out his hand, grasping at air. “We have to get out of here!”

Nothing.

He forced his eyes open. A cloud of dust obstructed his vision. The outline of the caved-in roof was the first thing he saw. He willed himself to a standing position and stumbled forward with outstretched arms. If he found the stairs he would find Anna. 
 
“Anna! Anna! Answer me!” His shoe brushed against something soft. Anna? His heart dropped to his stomach. Where would he find a doctor? What if she needed medical help? He grabbed at it. 
 
An arm. 
 
Anna.

Dropping to his knees, he frantically pushed the wood planks and shingles from her body, throwing debris in every direction.

Anna, please baby, be okay.

He pushed a piece of drywall off of her. His gaze settled on the broken body lying sprawled at an odd
angle.

“Nooooo!” He gathered the remains of  his wife’s charred, limp body. “Please God! No!”


About the author:

A. M. Griffin is a wife who rarely cooks, mother of three, dog owner (and sometimes dog owned), a daughter, sister, aunt and friend. She’s a hard worker whose two favorite outlets are reading and writing. She enjoys
reading everything from mystery novels to historical romances and of course fantasy romance. She is a believer in the unbelievable, open to all possibilities from mermaids in our oceans and seas, angels in the skies and intelligent life forms in distant galaxies. 

Now available from Ellora’s Cave

You can find out what else I’m working on by visiting my website

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Thanks to Nicole Morgan and Four Seduced Muses for hosting this hop! There are lots of great prizes! To win, just fill in the Rafflecopter entries below. I'm also offering a copy of one of my sizzling hot shorts, "Master's Submission." To win a copy, just leave a comment about how hot you like your stories to be. Do you prefer stories with a low heat level, or do you want a story that's blazing hot?

Here's the blurb for my story: When Bethany reads her Master’s note,  she expects it to contain the usual set of instructions telling her how to prepare for their Friday evening play session. But her Master asks for the unexpected—he
wants her to be his Domme. Bethany is terrified at the prospect, but she doesn’t want to disappoint him. She’ll need to tap into her inner dominatrix if she’s to give her newly submissive lover what he needs.

 
 
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Thanks to Jessica E. Subject for organizing this hop! Here are the grand prizes!

1st Grand Prize

Kindle Fire (international)

2nd Grand Prize

 $50 Amazon.com gift certificate

I am also giving away a copy of my latest short story with Secret Cravings Publishing, titled "A Flight of Imagination." It's Part II, but it can be read as a stand-alone. Please leave a comment to win!


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Caroline, an aspiring novelist, is attending a historical romance workshop  run by Jackson McGrath, senior editor at Secret Passions. Even across the room from each other, a flame ignites between them as Jackson gives his audience
creative prompts to spark their imaginations. Caroline heats up the page by writing a steamy story involving a love triangle
between her, Jackson, and his controlling, soon-to-be ex-wife. In reality, however, Jackson’s wife wants him back, and Caroline must overcome her reluctance to stand up to strong women in order to claim Jackson as her own. Can Caroline hold her own against the powerful Janelle McGrath, and if she does, can she cope with the strict limitations Jackson wants to set on their relationship until he signs the divorce papers?

 
 
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Thanks to Carrie Ann Ryan for hosting this blog hop!

Lucky in Love? Well, are you? It's a time of luck and wealth...or not. With each romance we find ourselves in a new world of love and memories. Are these just by chance? Is it luck? Welcome to your second annual Lucky in Love Blog Hop where we want to hear about your love, your romance, and how much you love St. Patrick's Day!!! Are you wearing green? Ready to get pinched...or wait...do you like that?
 
Almost 300 bloggers have giveaways and posts about those men we love! 

But that's not all....We have TWO grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200
times! Now what are those prizes? 1st Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card     
2nd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

I'm offering a copy of my latest story from Secret Cravings Publishing, "A Flight of Imagination." It's Part 2 of "A Flight of Fantasy", but it can be read on its own. Just leave a comment telling me a time when you were
lucky in love!!!!

Blurb: Caroline, an aspiring novelist, is attending a historical romance workshop run by Jackson McGrath, senior editor at Secret Passions. Even across the room from each other, a flame ignites between them as Jackson gives his audience creative prompts to spark their imaginations. Caroline heats up the page by writing a steamy story involving a love triangle between her, Jackson, and his controlling, soon-to-be ex-wife. In reality, however, Jackson’s wife wants him back, and Caroline must overcome her reluctance to stand up to strong women in order to claim Jackson as her own. Can Caroline hold her own against the powerful Janelle McGrath, and if she does, can she cope with the strict limitations Jackson wants to set on their relationship until he signs the divorce papers?

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Here is the link to all the other participants. I tried to post this as a Linky, but there are so many authors participating that my site crashed! http://carrieannbloghops.blogspot.com/ 

 
 
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Thanks to Carrie Ann Ryan for hosting this blog hop! http://carrieannbloghops.blogspot.com/ 

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Are our heroes heartthrobs or heartbreakers? Or are they just the same thing? Yummy right? Valentine's Day is just around the corner for this blog hop and we're gearing up to see what exactly is a heartbreaker. Is the song playing in your head line mine? "Cuz he's a heartbreaker!" We love those sexy men, but what about those times in the story when they aren't perfect. Because come on, we know they aren't perfect. What makes those men heartbreakers? What can those guys do to make it better? Is there a way to grovel? Come on! Tell me about your heartbreaker!!

Almost 300 bloggers have giveaways and posts about those men we love! 
 
But that's not all.... We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times! Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
 
2nd Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

Leave a comment telling me your definition of a hearbreaker. I am giving away a copy of my latest Ellora's Cave release, Carnal Devices (release date: Feb. 8th).

Blurb: India dreads her occupation as a prostitute at Carnal Pleasures, a brothel in an alternate nineteenth-century London. In order to kindle India’s passion for her work, Madam Rowena introduces her to Phineas, a renowned scholar in the field of  sexual psychology. With the help of Phineas, his fornication facilitators and  the Kama Sutra, India attempts to reinvent herself as a
sophisticated  courtesan named India of Rajasthan.

Phineas  is a scholar and an intellectual. In India, he finds a woman of imagination and intelligence who needs guidance to realize her full potential. Not only does he help her believe in herself, but she in turn helps him indulge in a fantasy he has kept hidden for years—the sin of male-male love.

Inside Scoop: India’s sensual journey includes brief forays into ménage, female/female, and observing male/male exploration in a world filled with wondrous steampunk sexual creations.




 
 
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Welcome to the Backlist Blog Hop, where authors are featuring works from their backlist. Leave a comment and you can win! Just be sure to leave your e-mail address and tell me which one of my short stories you would like to read most. I will pick one winner on February 4th and send her the story of her choice.

Please visit the blogs of the other writers on this tour. You'll find a list below.

Thanks to BL Morticia and Michael Mandrake for organizing this hop.  


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I am featuring "A Flight of Fantasy," which was released by Secret Cravings Publishing last November. 

Blurb: On her way to a romance writers’ conference, Caroline is listening to the latest erotic bestseller on her cell phone. When she drops the phone before walking through the airport metal detector, all the passengers around her get to hear an  explicit excerpt from Raw Passions, and they’re shocked. Except for Jack, the  stranger who picks up her phone and is eager to start a conversation. They immediately connect, and as they wait for the plane to take off, they text each other, creating a steamy storyline that Caroline plans to weave into her next novel.

Excerpt: “Alexia grabbed Edward’s shirt and pulled him on top of her. Slipping her fingers under the fabric, she dragged her nails from his shoulders to his lower back, deliciously aware of the taut muscles rippling in response to her touch. His skin smelled of leather and freshly cut hay. Bits of straw poked through the blanket she’d placed on the floor of the empty stall. A breeze wafted from the open stable door, cooling her bare legs. Edward’s lips found her breasts. He kissed them gently, then hungrily, making her whimper. Locking her ankles around his waist, she opened herself to him and curled her fist around the length of his cock.”

 Someone nudged my elbow, jolting me from the audiobook version of Raw Passions, Erica Collins’ latest erotic novel. Disoriented, I looked up. The airport security guard glared at me and snapped, “Ma’am!”

“Sorry!” The novel droned on in my ear buds. “This is pure bliss, Alexia thought, closing her eyes as his cock entered her wet slit. Edward liked to start at a slow, steady rhythm, letting the passion build. He compared lovemaking to feeding a fire, nurturing a tiny spark until it flared into a blaze that —”

“Your watch. Your shoes.” The guard frowned deeply, both black brows knitting together. “Do you have a laptop?” 

He pushed a plastic tray in front of me and I slipped off my three-inch red pumps with the decorative metal bands at the toe. Bad choice for the trip, but I wanted to look my best when I arrived at the romance writers conference. Besides, they were the only pair of shoes that matched my brand new business jacket and over-the-knee skirt.

Thickset and broad-shouldered, the security guard probably used to work as a bouncer in a bar. Or he competed as a cage fighter. Yes, a cage fighter! That explained the hook in his nose. And the tattoo peeking from his shirt cuff. One of the inevitable consequences of being a novelist—well, an aspiring novelist—was spending an inordinate amount of time inventing the histories of people I ran into. My imagination was about as easy to stop as a herd of stampeding horses.

The guard scowled. Why couldn’t airport security personnel be pleasant every now and then? I deposited my carry-on next to the X-ray machine and removed my laptop, careful not to get tangled in the wire that led from my earpieces to the phone I’d stuffed into my pocket. I prepared to walk through the metal detector.

“Excuse me,” the guard said gruffly, tapping his left ear and pointing at me.

My phone. “Sorry,” I mumbled again, embarrassed at being so absent-minded, suddenly aware that several passengers had joined the line behind me. Blame Erica Collins’ sizzling prose for my lack of attention. Digging into my pocket, I searched for the off button, hitting the volume button instead, but, of course, in the wrong direction. Alexia’s heated cries blasted my eardrums. I yanked the phone out and it slipped from my grasp. Oh, shit no, no, no, no, no! The wire that joined my ear buds to my cell phone disconnected and the phone tumbled across the rubber mat and through the metal detector.

Beeeeeeep.

I inhaled a sharp breath. Break apart. Please shatter into little pieces. Cell phones always broke when they hit the ground, didn’t they?

Not this one. After the metal detector quieted, every single person around me heard an excerpt from Erica’s latest steamy release. “Edward thrust his cock into her balls-deep and she convulsed in pleasure, throwing back her head and moaning. ‘Harder, Edward, fuck me harder!’”

My face burned. I ran toward the phone, spluttering apologies.

“Ma’am! Stay on the other side!” a female security guard warned, holding up her hand.

I froze. “But! But! I…” What are you waiting for? Why don’t you pick it up and turn it off! The guard stared at
my phone as if it might morph into a striking cobra.

“Their bodies moved in sync, her soft curves melting into his hard muscular body.”

People were looking at me. Staring. Wide-eyed. In shock. Oh, God, I want to die. I’d be happy for Cage-Fighter Guy to haul me off to a detention room if it meant being away from all these persecuting eyes. Everybody thought I was some kind of pervert who got off on cheap porn.

Then I saw him, the man who went through the metal detector ahead of me.


 
 
Happy endings romance giveaway hop
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Giveaway: a copy of my Ellora's Cave Quickie, "Art of Desire."

Blurb: When Jenna runs into a former student she used to have a crush on, she decides  to make her fantasies a reality. Justin is studying Fine Arts in university, and when he asks Jenna to pose nude for a sculpture, her inner cougar tells her to go for it. But while Jenna can’t wait to teach him how to  pleasure an older woman, Justin turns the tables and decides to teach her the art of patience.

How can you win? Just leave a comment, and I will select 3 winners the day after the hop and e-mail you a PDF copy. Please leave your e-mail address!  Then scroll down and check out all the other authors participating in this blog hop. Every one of them is offering a prize!

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My featured "Happily Ever After" post is about "Master's Submission", another Quickie from Ellora's Cave. Dylan and Bethany are in a committed Dominant/submissive relationship, and Dylan decides to shake up their relationship a bit, and it all ends well.

Blurb: When Bethany finds her Master’s note, she expects it to contain the usual set of instructions telling her how to prepare for their Friday evening play session. But her Master asks for the unexpected—he wants her to be his Domme. Bethany is terrified at the prospect, but she doesn’t want to disappoint Master. She’ll need to tap into her inner dominatrix if she’s to give her newly submissive lover what he needs.


Excerpt:

I stood by the bedside table, where Master had left his instructions on a  piece of red paper he’d transformed into an origami swan. Beautiful. A shame to  unfold it, really. Every Friday night, he left me prep work for the scene he wanted to act out when he returned from the office.

Sometimes he made simple requests, asking me to answer the door dressed only in my leather collar and crotchless panties, and then kneel at his feet after he entered. Or he gave me more detailed instructions, where I had to cook a three-course meal, light candles, make up the bed in satin sheets and lay out the various crops and floggers in a straight line on the mahogany desk by the window. Master loved scenarios involving costume play, especially when I wore my  corseted Victorian gown, and he tied me to the bed, ravishing me while I begged  to be set free. Other times I draped myself in filmy veils and posed as a harem  girl, shimmying my hips in an improvised belly dance. When I finished removing  the veils, dropping them one by one at his feet, he played the sultan and  demanded sexual favors.

I held the paper swan to my nose, inhaling its scent. His scent. I caught the faint hint of musky cologne, Fetiche, which I bought for his birthday. One fold at a time, I straightened the paper, tingling in anticipation. What did he desire this evening? Bondage? Spanking? A session with the flogger that ended in  a frenzy of fucking? Warmth spread through my pussy as multiple possibilities  spun inside my mind. Closing my eyes, I pressed the paper against my lips.

When Master wrote his notes, the pen left indentations in the paper. The precisely looped Ds and bold Ys reflected his assertive personality.

Dearest Bethany,

Tonight, your task is to be my Domme. Do what you like with me.

Your humble servant,

Dylan

What? Domme him? I didn’t have a clue how to be a Domme. I’d always been his submissive. We’d been together five years and for that entire time, I’d acted as  his willing servant, surrendering to him, pleasing him. The roles suited us to  perfection. My previous relationships were the same. I’d always been with a Dom,  and never, ever considered any other role for myself. Being a sub fulfilled  me.

I read the note a second time. He signed it Dylan, his real name. All the other messages had been signed Master.

What do I do? What do I do?