Auctioned by the Honorable Dom


(hands over coffee and a danish to Doris) Welcome to my blog.Take it away.

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today, Ella J

I do love a series, but funnily enough, I never set out to write one. They just kinda happen. As a panster I’m completely character driven, and every once in a while there are secondary characters that pop up, which are impossible to ignore. This is what happened when I wrote Auctioned to the Honorable Dom.

My heroine Laura has a complicated relationship with her brother, and desperate for his approval she has made some bad choices in her past, that have left her emotionally vulnerable. Add to that the fact that she has been in love with her brother’s best friend since knee high and things get interesting, when said best friend purchases her at a slave auction at Club Spectrum.

Plenty of delicious conflict, too much to resolve in just one book, hence a series was born. Each book will be a standalone, but I hope readers will fall in love with the characters as much as I did, and follow them on their journey at Club Spectrum J


[Siren Allure: Erotic Older Hero Consensual BDSM Romance, spanking, cropping, flogging, sex toys, HEA]

A drunken dare sees Laura Anderson sign up for the Club Spectrum Auctions. A night of kinky sex with a real Dom is just what she needs. It was never meant to be with Slade Douglas, the only man she’s ever loved. The man who left her standing at her parent’s grave, and fled the country without an explanation.

Fifteen years her senior, Slade had thought her too fragile and innocent for the lifestyle then, and he made a promise to her brother to leave her alone. This time he cannot walk away,

especially as Laura is not the innocent girl he remembers. She has grown into a beautiful woman, willing and able to gift him with her submission, and their chemistry cannot be denied.

As he explores her boundaries and pushes her further than she has ever been taken before, Laura flies, but their painful past may prove one obstacle too many.

There’s only one thing Slade can do…

Story Excerpt:

The car’s abrupt stop brought Laura out of her angst-filled internal musings and her eyes widened when big wrought-iron gates swung open in front of her. That explained how he could afford the outrageous sum of money he’d paid for her. Clearly, Slade was rather well-off these days.

She looked across at Slade and found him watching her. The ghost of a smile crossed his features and then the car was moving again. The crunch of gravel seemed too loud and Laura snapped her mouth shut when she got the first look of Slade’s house.

The three story building rose up in front of them, and she blinked to get her gritty eyes to focus.

“You live here?”

“Yes, I do, petal.”

Laura didn’t miss the hint of disapproval in his voice, but she couldn’t stop herself from questioning him either.

“Since when? I mean, I didn’t even know you had a house over here. When you said you’d take me home I was expecting a flat or something, not a town house in… Where exactly are we?”

The car slowed to a stop and Slade switched off the engine. An uncomfortable silence settled between them, and they were plunged into semidarkness when the porch security lights dimmed.

Slade’s fingers drumming on the steering wheel were the only movement in the silent interior of his Range Rover, and Laura flinched when he moved and wrapped his hand around her neck.

Large and warm it reassured her. Regardless of where they were, this was Slade. She knew him. He wouldn’t abuse her trust. There was no need for the sudden rise of panic that made it hard to breathe.

Slade sighed and she jumped when his hot breath feathered over her heated cheeks.

“Does it matter where we are, little brat.” His childhood nickname for her brought tears to her eyes, and he swiped them off her face with his free hand.

“Look at me. What is this all about? It’s me, Slade. Let’s leave everything else behind and just focus on that. What has that bastard done to you to make you so wary?”

Laura screwed her eyes shut, and tried to shake her head, but Slade had an iron grip on her neck, and simply pulled her closer.

“Breathe, Laura. In…out…with me. Come on, come back to me and let go of it. Whatever it is.”

Her body responded to his quiet strength, the edge of command in his deep voice. It pulled her back from the brink of the panic attack, pulled her out of that well of despair tonight’s events had pitched her into. He released her when her breathing returned to normal and Laura moaned the loss of his warmth. Cool air rushed into the interior of the car, and she blinked in the sudden light when the security light came back on. She froze, utterly unable to move, as Slade

opened the front door, and disappeared inside for a few seconds. The house lit up and before she could even blink he was back, opening her door. She made a grab for the blanket still wrapped around her, and he smiled and undid her seat belt.

“Let’s get you inside, and stop looking at me as though I’m going to eat you. Nothing else is going to happen tonight. You’re in no fit state to make any decisions. I just need to take care of you. Will you let me?”

Laura blinked and gaped at him, and his smile deepened. It left grooves along his mouth, and the fine lines around his eyes deepened. Her fingers itched to trace them. It wasn’t fair how men got more attractive with age, and Slade just oozed confidence and sex appeal with every pore of his being. He held out his hand, patiently waiting for her to take it, and Laura realized with a start that she was as much in danger of falling in love with this Slade, than she’d been in her teenage years. Only now she was a woman, a messed up version to be sure, but a woman who knew when a man wanted her. It was there in the tight control of his muscles, the way his eyes darkened, when she let the blanket slip a little, and his jaw clenched.

“Petal, you don’t want to earn yourself another punishment tonight. Don’t push me.” His warning washed over her, and chased the last of her doubts away. She might well regret this in the morning because the longer she stayed in his company, the harder it would be to leave again, but god, she wanted him, all of him. She’d had a taste of his domination and she knew she wanted, needed, more. The freedom to just be, to let go, yes, she needed that. She needed him. Her sore ass protested as she tried to move, yet she couldn’t help her grin at the reminder. She would have bruises in the morning, and that thought made a bubble of happiness pop up in her chest.

“Jesus, woman, you’ll be the death of me.”


Auctioned to the Honorable Dom releases September 25th and is available for pre-order now. http://www.bookstrand.com/auctioned-to-the-honorable-dom


Author Bio:

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Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.


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Tantalizing Tuesday Tease

Every week a group of writers get together. Each of them select a picture and write 200 words about it. Some are hot, some are blistering but all are entertaining.

My installment is called ‘Mutation’ and is over the recommended length by about a hundred or so words. This is a new direction for me, something completely different which I’m offering as a free read on my blog, it’ll go up every Tuesday, or the day before and it’ll have it’s own section on the banner.

I got my picture from Pinterest, and I’m pretty sure it’s a picture from a comic based on the X-Men.

Gasmask and Wings

The air was toxic. After the bomb anyone caught outside when the wind blew hard run the risk of breathing in the deadly smog that travelled on the air.
Clara made sure that the gas mask was correctly attached by running her fingers along the seam. When she was sure, she stepped into the air tight room and switched the button that sucked out the air in the room. She quickly pressed another button as her ears popped and her outside door opened.
Everyone lived underground now but Clara could see the doors that led down into the depths of the earth. The streets were nearly deserted except for a few travelling to the local market. It hadn’t escaped her notice that it would have been easier to get to, if the market had been underground but the tunnels had never been completed.
In the earlier days, just after the bomb had hit, the rubble had been cleared. That happened before people realised how dangerous the gas was. Clara still had to step over random pieces of debris to get to her destination.
Everything looked grey and lifeless; nothing grew in the city anymore. She’d just reached a point that the sight made her sad. There was nothing in the derelict city that brought her or anyone still living there joy. She glanced up at the bank of clouds and the spot between her shoulder blades itched.
The toxic cloud effected everyone differently, some it killed outright, some died after a few pain-filled days and others…changed. She remembered the day she thought the gas had leaked through. Clara had nearly died of shock as the pain had ripped through her, making her body arch and sweat to break out all over her exposed skin. After the pain had resulted in her blacking out, she had the fleeting thought that it was all over, nobody would think to look for her. Her home would become her tomb.
She was one of the lucky ones but if the exposure had been more severe, then she wouldn’t be walking down the street. She also wouldn’t have the wings that were hidden by her coat.

http://tantalizingtuesday.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/tantalizing-tuesday-teasers-september.html?zx=96622723bac7864f .


Tie Me Free by Sandra Bunino


Tie Me Free (The Satin Rose Experience) by Sandra Bunino

Release date: September 12, 2013

From Evernight Publishing


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?

Tie Me Free can be found here:
Amazon US / http://www.amazon.com/Free-Satin-Rose-Experience-ebook/dp/B00F4M2HWI/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1379584899&sr=1-6
Amazon UK / http://www.amazon.co.uk/Free-Satin-Rose-Experience-ebook/dp/B00F4M2HWI/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1379585006&sr=8-5&keywords=sandra+bunino
AllRomance eBooks / https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-tiemefree-1294078-147.html
BookStrand / https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-tiemefree-1294078-147.html
Evernight Publishing / http://www.evernightpublishing.com/tie-me-free-by-sandra-bunino/

Author Bio:

Sandra Bunino is a numbers crunching business professional by day who stays up past her bedtime thanks to her oh-so-sexy imagination. Who needs sleep, anyway? Sandra is constantly searching for different ways to achieve a heart-pumping, stomach-flipping, breath-catching reaction from her readers.

These days, Sandra lives on a wooded mountaintop not far from New York City with her family. She always looks forward to hearing from her readers and she may be contacted at sbunino@gmail.com. As a social media junkie in need of a ten-step program, you can also follow her on Facebook and Twitter (@sandrabunino).

Remember, following is sexy!

Contact Sandra:

Website / http://sandrabunino.com/
Facebook / https://www.facebook.com/sandra.bunino/about?ref=br_tf
Goodreads / http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5406952.Sandra_Bunino
Amazon Author Page / http://www.amazon.com/Sandra-Bunino/e/B006SJM5TG/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1379584890&sr=8-1
Twitter @sandrabunino


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?”


The Joy of Edits and Why it’s an Essential Step

Edits are a necessary part of the writing process. I’ve been a published writer for three years now so I know this lesson very well. The job of an editor is to work alongside the writer, to see the story in front of them and know how to polish it until it’s shines and make suggestions to make it stronger. This process is different for every publishing house, some go through several edits and a line edit, some don’t. Some have several people go over the story and others don’t, there is truth in the saying that fresh eyes are a must. Okay, that isn’t an actually saying but it’s the truth. 

I read a blog post by Jenny Hilbourne (http://jfhilborne.wordpress.com/2013/09/11/dont-make-others-pay/) recently saying that you have to get to the point when the idea of looking at the story, yet again makes you want to pull out your hair. I reached that point with my paranormal romance ‘Saving Kat.’ a few days ago. Now don’t get me wrong, I love this story. I think that it’s one of the best ones I’ve written but I can safely say, with my hand on my heart, that it needed the editors suggestions. It needed the fresh pair of eyes and the suggestions that made a strong story even stronger. If you’re a newbie, or unpublished or maybe you’re considering self-publishing. This step is essential. None of us are perfect and we all miss something that someone else will catch.

Jenny Hilbourne’s latest release. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Stone-Cold-Jenny-Hilborne/dp/0615778763/ref=sr_1_sc_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1379102919&sr=8-3-spell&keywords=jenny+hilbourne


Tantalizing Tuesday Tease

It’s been a while since I’ve last teased so I thought I’d post 200 hundred words from a wip. Please make sure to follow the link down the rabbit hole and check out the other great authors, just been warned that these excerpts are for the over 18s.


“What do you think you’re doing?”
Isabella flinched away from the horse. She’d recognize that gruff voice from anywhere. It was a voice made for bed. A voice perfect for grunting in your ear as they took you from behind, with fingers laced through your hair as they pull on it, making the pace unbelievably hard and frantic. Damn, the heat was really getting to her. Her nipples were hard and she was sure that he could see them and that he knew what they meant.
“I’m sorry. I know that you wanted us to stay out of the stables.”
He stalked towards her. “But you’re still here. Usually I have a problem with having woman on these trips. This life isn’t for anyone with delicate sensibilities.”
His words made her bristle. “What makes you think I have delicate sensibilities?” The heat made her snaps the words at him. How dare he judge her before he got the chance to know her? Who the hell did he think he was? Okay, he was tall, with muscles that would have made her drool if the heat didn’t make it evaporate before it would touch the ground. He was rough around the edges and it was obvious that he worked hard. He wasn’t like Timothy or David, who probably hadn’t done a hard day’s work in their entire lives.
Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Sweetheart, you’ve got a fire in you but I wouldn’t play with me unless you want to get burnt.”