Spotlight: Evernight Publishing BDSM

Have you explored Evernight’s line of BDSM books? They have something for every shade of kink. Whether you are looking for sensual Dom/sub play or heart pounding S&M action, you’ll find it at Evernight!

Here’s a taste…

Tie Me Free by Sandra Bunino

The Satin Rose Experience, 4

She’s forty and vanilla…he’s twenty-eight and…not.

Score one for Kate Angel. She’s just signed the hottest erotica author to her start up publishing house, Angel Books, but she needs a crash course in kink to appease her demanding client. Creating a Domsublife.com profile seems like an innocent way to do her homework and satisfy her curiosity.

Mason Myers has lived a lifetime in his twenty-eight years. The product of an Irish orphanage, he grew up fast to overcome his lonely, humble beginnings to become the successful businessman he is today. He's also an experienced Dom at the Satin Rose Experience, an elite BDSM club in New York City.

A mutual appreciation for modern art establishes their online connection. Mason convinces Kate to meet him at the Guggenheim museum’s erotica exhibit where she reveals her fascination in the art of rope bondage, known as Shibari. Introducing her to the ancient art within the safety of the club, Mason helps Kate surrender her deep-seated hang-ups about her age and body image.

As the physical and emotional ties that bind her into the submissive of his fantasies tighten, can Kate learn to break the emotional tethers ruling her life and embrace the freedoms they bestow?

Be Warned: light BDSM, public exhibition

Excerpt:

Kate stared at the platform as the click of the door sounded over the mesmerizing music. Looking over her shoulder, she found Mason watching her from his spot next to the door. She turned to the only other piece of furniture, a large armoire with a double door. “May I?” She glanced back to Mason.

He extended his hand toward the cabinet. “Of course. Please.”

Kate’s heels clicked on the wood floor as she approached the cabinet and swung open the door. Assorted colors of rope lengths lined the shelves. Kate fingered the cords and pulled out a loop of red silk rope. “I didn’t realize the ropes were so soft.”

Mason pushed off from the wall and walked to her. “The ropes are an extension of the person performing the tying. An extension of their arms and fingers. They’re meant to caress and comfort. The ropes are symbolic of the connection between the individuals involved in the scene as you saw outside.” Mason stood just a whisper from her face. His thumb brushed her fingers holding the silk cord as their gazes locked. “How about a little roleplay, Kate?”

She cocked her head. “Roleplay?”

“Do you want to know how it feels to be dominated? To be tied?”

Kate held her breath and her heartbeat hammered in her chest.

“Kneel on the platform and put your hands behind your back.”

“What?”

“Your safe word is moon. Use it now or anytime during the session.”

“Session? We never talked about a session tonight.” Kate pulled her hand away but Mason held it firm in his grasp. “I’m not playing games with you, Mason.” She wriggled her wrist free and walked toward the painting.

Soft footfalls approached and his breath tickled at the back of her head. “You’re looking for something more in your life, Kate. It’s why you took on Blaze as a client, it’s why you joined Domsublife, it’s why you met me at the Guggenheim and it’s why you’re here in this suite. I’d kept tabs on your reaction and body cues as you watched the demonstration. You’re craving to be bound, I can taste it. And I assure you, this is no game. If you don’t like it or it makes you feel uncomfortable to the point you want to stop, say the safe word and I’ll stop and untie you. No questions asked.”

He was right. Somehow he’d always been right on the mark when it came to her and what she was feeling. The music ceased for a moment between songs. Kate spun around to meet his stare, heartbeat pounding in her chest as her breathing became shallow but she refused to break their stare.

Kate considered his words and studied his face. “Are the cameras on? Are they watching?”

Mason nodded. “Yes. Surveillance is on. I gave Mia and Asher the heads up that you might want to experiment. They have your safe word.”

Kate turned back to face the painting and leaned into his chest. “You scare me,” she whispered.

His fingertips trailed a path up and down her arms. “Why?”

“Because you seem to know what I’m thinking before I do.” Because you’re so right for me but so wrong. Because you’re like a gooey, delicious ice cream sundae I’ll never allow myself to taste.

Mason chuckled. “Is that a bad thing?” His voice poured through her body. Closing her eyes, she pulled away from him. Her glance moved from the door to the platform. She’d never have another chance like this to experience it. Kate squared her shoulders. “Okay. But I’m not getting naked,” she said, holding an index finger up. She moved to the platform and kneeled. Even though the surface was hard, a calmness came over her as she moved to the middle of the table and gazed over the painting in front of her.

“I’m fine with that limit, for now, except for your feet.” Mason slipped off her shoes and rubbed tight circles his thumbs into the arch of her foot.

Kate let out a throaty moan. “How do you know how to do that?”

“Reflexology. It’s part of the study of shibari. I also learned where the body’s pressure points are.” His thumbs traveled to the balls of her feet and let up on the pressure. “How’s that feel?”

Kate groaned. “Heavenly.” Her muscles loosened instantly.

“Good. Now just relax, spread your knees apart and sit on your heels. This will be the most comfortable position for you as we do this.”

Kate complied as his fingers traveled up her back to her shoulders. “You have knots in your shoulders. Under stress?”

“That’s an understatement,” she snorted.

“Close your eyes and get lost in the music. Don’t think of anything outside of this room. It’s just you and me.”

Kate smiled. “There is no you and me, Mason.”

Bow to Your Partner by Raven McAllan

Dance Studio, 3

There's dancing and then there's dancing. Mason is ready to move on, but Callan is ready to play once more. Now they have to decide if the dance is right for them.

After Mason's husband died, her interest in the lifestyle they had lived died with him. Until her meddling cousin sets her up with Callan Mackie.

Callan is a Dom without a sub, and he hasn't missed one. Until now that is. Mason hits all the right notes for him, and the chance to play with her isn’t to be missed.

The Dance Studio provides the perfect venue to see if Mason will bow to her partner.

Be Warned: BDSM, wax play

Excerpt:

He stood just inside the door, and Mason became conscious of his gaze on her as she wandered around. The classy room, with deep rosewood furniture, sleek cabinets and an abstract painting of blues and orange which reminded her of a summer sunset over the Western Isles suited him. A tall coat stand with long hooks on it made her start, and she gave him a quick look. He leaned back on the door, arms folded and legs crossed at the ankles. The stance tightened his trousers over his body, and Mason couldn't help but notice how it stretched over his thick cock.

"Yes, it would make a superb cradle for me to tie you to, wouldn't it?" he said in a conversational tone. "The perfect height and shape. Maybe another time?"

There was no way her skimpy thong could contain her gush of arousal, and Mason forced herself not to cross her legs and rub her thighs together. Of course he noticed, and grinned.

"Is that thought making you all hot and wet, Mason? Of me tying you up and spanking you? Or using a nice stingy or thuddy flogger on you? I'm looking forward to finding out your likes and dislikes, and pushing you even further than you thought possible. What do you think?" He put his finger under her chin and forced her to look upward. "Tell me the truth. If I lift your skirt and put my hand inside you what will I find? I bet you're so wet I'd need no other lubrication to fuck you long and hard, would I? Even to take you over the desk. We don't have to go into the club, I could make you come so loud and long, your cries would drown out any other noise. So." He took his hand from her chin, and slipped two fingers under the collar of her dress. “Do we?"

Mason gulped. He stroked the slope of her breast, creating beautiful tingles that ran through her. Dare she submit?

Do it cara, it's what you are. The voice was inside her mind again. Time to move on.

Callan's hand moved once more and he crossed his arms. The reaction to the loss of his touch surprised her. She felt lost and alone. That plus the almost forlorn look on his face made her mind up. Mason slipped to her knees in front of him. Before she lowered her head, his cock was at eye level, and pushing hard against the cloth of his trousers. She imagined the way it would feel in her hand or mouth. Hot, hard, and if she tasted him, all male musk and saltiness. Mason shook with the need to experience both of those things, before he came inside her, filled her, and fucked her until they were both spent. It was up to her to show him she was eager and ready for whatever he desired to show and ask of her.

"Please, Sir." Her voice was husky and she cleared her throat. "I'm ready, and would like to try and see if we work as Sir and sub."

He stayed silent for so long, Mason was desperate to look up, to gauge his mood or intention. Somehow she managed not to, sure it was a test. Eventually, just as she was ready to scream, she felt his hand on the zipper of her dress.

"Then show me." He slipped the dress over her arms, and lifted her to her feet so it pooled around her on the floor. "Step out."

She obeyed without looking up. Once more he tilted her face toward him. "Good girl. Safe words red, yellow green?"

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Now?" he asked as he stroked his finger under her thong and scraped the entrance to her channel with his nail.

The sensations that delicate touch set off were perfect. Her body sang and she tightened her muscles on his digit as best she could.

"G-green sir." How her voice didn't tremble with passion when she spoke Mason had no idea. Here she was, standing in his office in her bustier and he was fully clothed. Public scening hadn't been part of her life, and she wasn't sure how she'd cope if it came to it. This was well public enough for now. Mason reasoned there must be people who had access to the room.

She was correct. Another door, one she hadn't paid much attention to opened. She shut her eyes.

Back for More by Avril Ashton

Indy Steele is many things, but a fan of commitment isn’t one of them. Sure she’s been with only one man in damn near forever, but no way is there anything other than lust between them. To prove it, she kicks Reno out of her bed and her life, and watches as he relocates to another state. A lonely year has gone by and Reno is back, determined to take more than she’s willing to give.

Reno Sandovar hasn’t stopped loving Indy, not for a second. He’s waited a long time to get back to her and now he wants what he should have had all along—her love. Her excuses about their age difference are just that. He’s hell-bent on showing her that no matter what, he’ll always be coming back for more.

Be Warned: BDSM, public exhibition, anal sex, improvised sex toys, pegging

Excerpt:

He stood outside the women’s restroom, hands in his pockets, legs shaking. Two young women came out, but no Indy. He knocked on the door twice, hard, and when no one answered his pushed his way in and bolted the door behind him.

She stood at the sink, back to him, washing her hands.

“Indy.”

“I’d heard you were back.” She didn’t look up from the sink. “Heard also that you brought wifey with you.”

He didn’t speak, and they lapsed into a heavy awkward silence. She finished washing her hands and wiped them with paper towel from the dispenser mounted to the wall, before walking past him.

“Bye, Reno.”

He grabbed her arm, yanked her close. “That’s it?” he hissed. “A year has come and gone, and that’s all you’ve got to say to me?”

She tilted her head and looked down at where he held her, lashes lowered.

“Indy.” He didn’t mean to sound so fucking needy, and he didn’t know what he wanted, what he expected from her, but he knew he needed something. Anything.

Her lashes lifted, and she pinned him in place with one of her steely gazes. “No, on second thought, here’s what I want to know.” She pulled away from his hold and leaned in, lips barely brushing his cheek when she asked, “You showing that cheerleader out there all the things I taught you, Reno?” Twisting around, she caught him by the neck and pushed him into the door. “You showing her the skills I taught you, how to eat pussy, how to take it up the ass?” She jammed a thigh between his legs, pressing hard against his balls. “Huh?”

He grabbed her wrist, holding her as tight as she held him. “I can show her anything I choose.” He couldn’t help writhing on the thigh tormenting his balls. It hurt too fucking good, but she already knew that. “She’s not ashamed to hold my hand in public,” he spat. “That’s why she gets my respect, and you don’t.”

Someone knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey, open up!”

Indy’s lips twisted in the semblance of a smile. “I couldn’t give two fucks about your respect, Reno.” She released him and stepped away, righting her clothes. “Respect Barbie all you want, but I wonder, does that respect make you feel like I make you feel?” She lifted an eyebrow. “I’m guessing not, and when you come to that realization and get rid of Blondie, you know where I’ll be.”

“Fuck you, Indy.” He pushed away from the door, stepped back. “If you think I’m going back down that road with you, you can forget it.”

She opened the door and walked out. The person waiting there was a blur as she sped past. Indy looked over her shoulder at him. “See you around, Reno.” She strutted off with a sexy sway to her hips that always had him drooling.

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