Hello partygoers and fellow erotica/erotic romance authors! Hope you’re all enjoying your day.

I have a series called Dante’s Purgatory (BDSM erotic romance) that I’ll be sharing with you today. I’ve just re-released the first book, Hurt Me, Heal Me with a new cover, and I have a brand new release of the second book, Yearn For You. The third book, Master Me is due late 2017-early 2018.

When some people read my books, they tell me they weren’t expecting the sheer level of romance and emotion they found between the pages. They are surprised because they’ve come to expect certain things from novels about BDSM.

I, myself, am an incurable  and unashamed romantic. I love to read character-driven romances with a few laughs and a HUGE amount of sexual tension. And that is exactly what I write. You won’t be hearing any “bow-chicka-wow-wows” in your head from page two when you’re reading my novels. My poor characters have to work hard for the good stuff. So, so hard. *Whispers* “I’m sure they hate me for it.”  (Insert evil grin here)

Even though the books are part of a series, they may be read as standalone novels. I’ll start off with the blurb and an excerpt from Dante’s Purgatory Book 1.

After the death of her Master, Caitlin Bennett discovers years of abuse and sadistic cruelty at his hands have made her a slave to pain. To reach her peak, Cait needs the type of extreme agony few responsible Doms are willing to dole out, especially Doms like Paul Nelson. Willing to offer the love she craves, Paul’s nearly perfect—except for his aversion to the whip.

Paul refuses to hurt Cait, instead attempting to recondition her through patience and trust. But the longer Cait suffers from lack of sexual release, the more she’s convinced her mind and body are irrevocably programmed. And time to convince her otherwise is running out. Waiting in the wings is a newbie Dom who’s determined to have Cait for his own…who’s learning the whip just for her.

Caitlin will soon have to choose—the man who can give her what she wants? Or the man who can give her what she needs?

EXCERPT

“You know, with those enormous, innocent eyes of yours, you’ll make the perfect little schoolgirl. Hmmm, maybe I’ll have to come up with some virtuous personas just for you, for when we play.”

Paul gazed at his lovely girl while she fought the smile that was curving the corners of her lips. And he thought of helpless, wet-behind-the-ears characters while he drummed his fingers on the tabletop.

“Aha,” he exclaimed as he thought of a brilliant idea. She jumped at his exclamation and he chuckled. “Little Red Riding Hood,” he volunteered.

“And you can be—Grandma?” she lobbed back so very innocently. Although the slight twitch at the corner of her mouth gave her away.

“Cheeky wench.” If she were standing, he would have swatted her ass. “No, I’m the wolf. The big. Bad. Wolf.” He bared his teeth at her and she giggled. God, he loved it when she did that.

“Gretel,” she offered. “And you can be the wicked witch.”

“Jesus, what is it with you, trying to get me into the female roles? I might get a complex.”

She chuckled. “Oh, I think you’re pretty secure in your masculinity, you big alpha male, you.”

He laughed. “Damn straight, woman. By the way, I think I’d rather be Hansel, Gretel’s devious, incestuous brother, and I’ll fuck you on top of the oven while witchy poo watches.”

“You sick, twisted man.”

“Like I said before—damn straight, woman.”

She giggled hysterically. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

“Oh I know,” she blurted out. “I can be Snow White.”

Paul slapped his hand on the tabletop. “Yes, that’s perfect, sweetheart. With your looks, you’re a shoo-in for ol’ Snowy. And before you say it, I will not be the damn queen in that scenario either.”

She exaggerated a pout. “What then? You’re going to be all seven dwarves?” she challenged with a raised eyebrow.

He leered at her. “You doubt my abilities? Anyway, three of them are Sleepy, Dopey and Bashful. They’d be as boring as batshit. But Happy, yeah, I could play Happy.” Happy to be fucking you, little Snowy. “Now, Doc…hmmm, endless possibilities there, my darlin’. I’m thinkin’ an examination table, a nice set of stirrups and some medical equipment.” Caitlin’s eyes opened wide, probably wondering if he was joking or not. He wasn’t usually into medical stuff but hey, he wasn’t averse to trying something new, especially considering her reaction. Evil bastard that he was.

He loved teasing her, he realized. She had such honest, open responses.

He tried not to smile and spoil it. He tapped his chin. “Ah, and then we have Sneezy. I think maybe we can work something out there. Some different types of body fluids perhaps…?”

“Paul!” she squealed. And he couldn’t help it, he blurted out a laugh.

“You’re terrible,” she said indignantly and then dissolved into a little puddle of laughter.

Paul stood up and lifted Caitlin bodily from her chair. She yelped and threw her arms around his neck, grabbing on to him for dear life.

“Come on, Snowy,” he growled in a deep voice. “It’s high time I got some body fluids all over you.”

She made a little scream and then snorted and laughed hysterically against his chest as he carried her to the living room sofa, where he dumped her and stood looking down at her in his most intimidating fashion. Except for the fact that he was laughing his guts out, he would have been damn intimidating, he thought.

As he gazed at her, sprawled haphazardly on the sofa, laughing and wiping tears from her eyes, he felt that pang in his chest. He had another physical discomfort as well, to go with the one in his chest. God, it was going to be difficult. He wanted her so damn much.

Her laughter was like music to his ears. He was so happy that fucktard Ivan hadn’t broken this gorgeous girl’s spirit. She looked so fragile and innocent, but she must have a core of steel to have gone through what she did and not come out a hollow shell of a person. He loved the way she was relaxing and coming out of herself, joking with him, even giving him the evil eye and sparring with him. She would have to work on the eye-aversion business. She was still shy about some things. Verbalizing stuff was a bit of a challenge for her. He would help her with that. She blushed like a twelve-year-old maiden and he loved that, and hoped she’d never lose that endearing trait.

He wondered if that little defiant spark would come out of her the more confident she became. He would catch a glimpse of it every now and again; that flash in her eyes. It was going to be fun dominating her. So much fucking fun.

He smiled evilly and fell on her and kissed her until they were both breathless.

While she drew in great shuddering gulps of air, he lavished kisses on her forehead, her cheeks, her chin and eyelids. He brushed his lips along her eyelashes. He nibbled along her eyebrows and at the corners of her mouth.

Then, because he started experiencing such overwhelmingly tender feelings that made his eyes suspiciously wet and had him almost blurting out that he wanted to worship her until the end of time, he sucked and bit the tip of her nose until she started to laugh again.

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