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Bad Boys Wanted

An erotic romance anthology

Author:  Various

Publisher:  Roane Publishing

Release Date:  October 21, 2015

Keywords:  Erotic, Romance, BDSM, Bondage, Alpha Males, Domination / Submission, Sex Toys

Description:  When they're bad, they're oh so good. This collection of six steamy erotic tales featuring the best of the bad boys is sure to leave you wanting more.

Unrepentant  –  Lila Shaw Lucky Lotto winner Amy Burns has had enough of family members begging for handouts. With her millions safely hidden from the general public's knowledge by way of an anonymous trust fund, she's moved west to find a new beginning. She's also found Jazz, a taciturn employee at her gym she can't seem to stay away from.Only problem? He's an ex-convict. Can Amy trust the former thief with her heart, especially after her relentless step-brother discovers her whereabouts and threatens to expose her secret, or might an unrepentant bad boy be the real winning ticket? 
Over the Edge  –  Stella Berkley Nothing short of a lobotomy could make Roman King forget Sloane Holliwell—part angel, part devil, and all his. If only she wasn’t the love of his best friend’s life. Even though they’re broken up, Roman would never hurt his brother from another mother that way. Sloane has been self-destructing since her darkest fantasy, Roman, cut her out of his life. When he finds her bruised at a bar, he saves her from yet another boyfriend disaster. But he still won’t claim her despite their obvious attraction. Instead, he offers to teacher her how to be a submissive, so he can find her a master that will take care of her. Once he gets her in the playroom, though, he discovers Sloane is playing games of her own. Death’s Angel  –  Kastil Eavenshade Four years ago, Constantine lost the only woman he ever loved. Now the incubus is culling the responsible vampire brood's food source. One by one he steals the souls of the blood sucker's familiars to turn the human population against his enemy. Blinded by vengeance, he makes the one mistake that could cost him the retribution he seeks. Half-werewolf, Indira is thrust in the hands of the vampires to maintain peace amongst the clans. Instead of being an ambassador, she becomes a prisoner and forgotten by her pack. When the vampires bring a mysterious man trussed into their dungeons, he stirs something inside long since buried. Sexy and beyond anything she's dealt with, her beating heart yearns to sacrifice her soul for one taste of Constantine. In the throes of revenge, can the light of one angel tame a beast bred in hell? 
Finding Forever  –  Lynn Burke Samantha likes to bang a guy’s headboard and take off long before he bangs up her heart. Temptation returns in the form of a Zeus-like, tattooed hunk, the man whose first kiss roused her teenage hormones. His arrival carries the promise for more, but Sam's determination to enjoy a taste--or two--without risking her heart could cost her the chance at finding forever. Temptations of the Cage  –  R. Brennan While she’s never considered herself a submissive, Katrina Norton has always had a bit of a pain fetish, so when the opportunity to work at one of the city’s most popular BDSM clubs presents itself, she decides it’s the perfect way to indulge her darker desires and earn enough money to pay for the expensive medications her ailing grandmother requires. But when she meets handsome club owner, Damien Michaels, Trina has to remind herself he’s a potential boss, and off limits. Certainly not someone she should be imagining kneeling before and begging for just a taste of what’s hiding beneath his expensive tailored suit. If she could just get her traitorous body to stick to the plan. 
Without Words by Lolly Tova Ivy McPhee dreads attending her high school reunion, but she’s willing to brave her childhood tormentors to see the bad boy she sat beside everyday on the school bus. Though they never exchanged a word, a decade later, he still owns her heart, and she’s determined to find out if the connection she felt to him all those years ago was a shared experience. Ollie Ashwood, lead singer of the successful indie band Infraction, is still every inch a trouble maker, but his days of partying and womanizing are over. He’s finally ready to claim the only girl he ever cared enough about not to sweet talk into his arms. Playing a set at his school reunion seems the perfect ploy to draw Ivy out and tell her she’s the woman of his dreams. Any chance of the two alumni discovering the depths of their feelings for one another is shattered by a scheming ex-student. Only revelations about the past can get Ollie and Ivy back on the right track, but Ollie must first persuade Ivy to bear her bully’s teasing long enough to listen.

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A Look At Kastil Eavenshade & 'The Romance Novel Book Club' ( @PamBitner @evernightpub #SO )

Today we have author Kastil Eavenshade visiting. Welcome!

What would you like to tell readers about yourself?
Kastil toils away in the world of retail sales for the military. In her spare time, and away from the constraints of her master’s whip, she finds pleasure in writing anything from fantasy to romance–which sometimes parallel each other. If her writing makes one person smile, she’s accomplished her dream.

Kastil's going to tell us about The Romance Novel Book Club today.
* The Romance Novel Book Club has been a brain child of mine for a few years. Being a panster writer, I tend to bounce from one manuscript to another. Last NaNo I had planned to finish this one but alas, I was too enthralled with the novellas and shorts to make time. Again the poor story pouted in the corner eating a vat of Ben & Jerry’s.
* When I saw making a short story was becoming very hard to do, I decided I had to finish this novel. It's quirky, funny, and may or may not have some real life experiences. I’ll never tell. In truth, it’s a poke at romance novels that turns into a woman realizing there's a real world out there and real love right in front of her face.
* One of the fun parts was making up the romance novel excerpts. I took some of the things that made me roll my eyes when I read straight romance. It's the sarcastic cynic in me. Still, I have to admit that I started to fall in love with the characters I created in the fake ones. It happens.
* Now for the fun part! The blurb and a teaser excerpt!

A look into the story

~ Blurb ~ * From the legendary times of the Victorian Age to the rugged reaches of outer space, the romance novels have done nothing to spark Patricia’s want and hope of finding that one special man to call her own. She’s knee deep into her thirties, near depression, and drowning her sorrows in pints of premium ice cream.
* When she falls for a waiter named Matt in her favorite restaurant, her insecurities do their best to thwart her plans of true love. It isn’t until she picks up one last romance novel that she realizes life cannot be lived within the ink splattered pages of an author’s fantasies. She has one chance to set her life straight and snatch the one man who gets her: mind and body.
* Will Patricia take it?
~ Excerpt ~ * The Black Room was the little place Julie and I tried out after her divorce. A little kinky and a lot of fun, it catered to people preferring to remain anonymous but wanting to have an out of this world experience sexually. While I’m not the kind of girl that wanted to be tied up all the time, it had its appeal. Thus, the handcuffs in my bedroom. I hadn’t come across a man that I could trust enough to pull those bad boys out lately.
* Just the type of place to get all my sexual frustrations out.
* I passed through the usual check points better than I thought I would. The high class of Black Room always appealed to me. Per the code, I had chosen a satin red mask with sequined outline and draping jewel strands. The color denoted I’d go for some light bondage. I didn’t mind the occasional tied up and spanked session but the more extreme side? Not on your life.
* Eyeliner coated my lids and cherry red lipstick adorned my puckered mouth. Make-up outside the club might be something I shirked with aplomb, but it was a must to gain entry. Why should I care? Tonight I would get pampered with the simple tap on the shoulder. If I didn’t get picked by a man at the end of an hour, I could choose my partner.
* Within the confines of Black Room, my name was York. When I signed up, I gave the call name as a twist on my name. I thought myself clever using a candy bar as a nom de plume.
* I lounged on a Victorian chair, my fuck me pumps a nice shiny red. My black dress conformed to my curves, and I felt damn sexy. Any inhibitions I had stayed in the car with the windows cracked until I finished my man meat shopping spree.
* Other members chatted away as my gaze swept the room. I preferred to look disinterested, like a hard mark, than exude desperation. Whether it was the truth or not didn’t mean I wanted my hungry eyes to stray onto less than savory company. Black Room was high class, but it had its fair share of drooling troglodytes.
* The room slowed to a crawl as I noticed my favorite plaything across the room. The black satin mask couldn’t hide his appearance. His mannerisms within Black Room were too familiar to me. My taut muscled specimen prowled the carpet like the carnivore I knew he could be. The apex of my thighs moistened at his presence. I remembered each wicked little escapade I had with this particular member. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he window shopped until he came across my rack. With one glance in my direction, I hooked in my bait. Already my heart slammed into my rib cage in anticipation of his electric touch.
* His code name was Tall One, and he certainly fit the bill. He leaned in, and I inhaled that masculine scent uniquely his. Whatever cologne he used danced nicely with his pheromones. I was a cat in heat ready to scratch my name into his back as he rode me.
* “My, York.” His words tickled my ear. “In for some adventure tonight?”
* “Can you handle it?” I breathed back.
* “Why don’t we find out?”
* I placed my hand in his, and he led me away from the crowded room into a private one of his choosing. The lights dim, he glided me in and closed the door behind us.
* Deep mahogany wood on the bedposts and luxurious red velvet hung from the peaks. A perfect centerpiece for our carnal night of pleasure. My body curled against his chest, the ache to caress his erection pulsing to my core. His fingertips glided along my shoulders. With each caress, his senses reacquainted themselves with every inch of my flesh. I groaned as his palms rubbed my nipples. They hardened instantly.
* “My. Someone’s been neglecting themselves.” He tweaked my tightened areolas, and I gasped. Masturbation was second hand for me. Nothing compared to sharing a sexual experience with a partner. Especially one as interested in pleasing you as you were them. I always had that with Tall One. He’d chase all my sorrows away with one gentle stroke along my clit.
* My arms reached behind to run through his hair as he lavished my breasts with attention. I ground my behind into his hardened shaft. His breathy rumble sent shivers down my spine. With one yank, he pulled the top of my dress down to expose my lacy red bra. His petting frantic, the fabric of my undergarments heightened my arousal.
* “I can’t hold it, York.” His hips worked into my backside, his desire apparent in the thickened length straining against his clothing.
* “I was hoping for a little play tonight.” My words were truth no matter how much my body ached to be rammed into by his cock.
* “Trust me.”
* The timbre in his voice echoed.
* “Always.”
* His hands grasped the bottom of my dress and yanked it up past my hips. He groaned when he realized I had gone panty-free for the evening. His palm cracked against my backside, and I yelped.
* “You little tease.” Another swat landed on my bare ass. “You’re a bad girl, York.” His hand smoothed over my cheek, cooling the hotness swelling from it before he gave me another punishing whack.
* “Hands on the bedpost, young lady.”
* Wetness pooled down my thighs as I grasped the mahogany and velvet. The golden cord hanging down soon bound my wrists. His searing lips claimed the nape of my neck as his fingers pulled and teased my nipples. One hand ventured down to my wet core, stoking the flame already ignited. I shattered to his demanding touch.
* “Come again.” His gruff voice commanded.

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Welcome special guest: author Kastil Eavenshade ( @PamBitner @evernightpub #FF )

Today we have author Kastil Eavenshade visiting. Kastil, who also writes sweet romance as Olivia Devereaux, is a slave to the corporate engine, toiling away in the labors of retail sales. In her spare time, and away from the constraints of her master’s whip, she finds pleasure in writing anything from fantasy to romance–which sometimes parallel each other.

So, Kastil, when did you attempt your first story? What length was it? What's become of it?
My first story started out in middle school. Like many of my earlier works, it never got finished. I’m sure it made it into the great abyss known as the trash can. Just as well. It was awful tripe.

How many stories did you complete before you sold your first?
That’s a toughie. Stories are never complete in my book. I honestly had a lot of unfinished novels, most still unfinished. I dabbled in short stories to wet my feet in the publishing world and most were challenges on a private message board. I had, maybe, five semi-polished works before I sold my first short story Fate Whispers. That one is on my blog now.

What genre(s) do you write in? What drew you to write in it/them? What’s your favorite genre of all to write in?
I’ll write any genre. My first published short was paranormal horror. Since then, I’ve done science fiction, fantasy, western, romance, erotica, historical—I’ll tackle almost anything. I actually started in erotic romance because of an anthology call and wanted to try it out. Love it! My favorite, however, is fantasy because there’s so much I can do with it. I even created my own world to write it in.

What are the best and worst pieces of writing advice you ever received?
You’ll never get anywhere without an agent has to be the worst. That may be true if you want to get into the big six publishers but I’m the type of gal that likes to build a reputation on small foundation pieces than to start out with a 100k novel to pawn like I’m Oliver Twist. The best advice is to hone your craft. Take everything into consideration when someone critiques your work and never get a swelled head. Stay humble.

How do you celebrate/deal with acceptance/rejection letters?
Rejection letters don’t bother me anymore. I know they’re part of the process of writing and to get all up in arms about a rejection isn’t worth it. I can shop it elsewhere or, if the rejection was personal, take into account what they said. The acceptances are easy. I let my mother know followed by the whole world via social media.

In regard to the book you’re promoting, which actor and actress do you envision playing the roles of your hero and heroine? If there’s a villain or other characters who are pertinent to the story, who would play those parts?
I never really thought about it so I did a google search. Sans the emo eyeliner, I’d say Jared Leto could be Talbot. Maybe Jamie Bamber for Maxime?

The book you’re promoting, is it a stand-alone story or part of a series? If it’s part of a series, please list the order the books need to be read in for maximum reading enjoyment.
Talbot’s Ploy is a standalone project. It blossomed from an anthology call. Once I figured the story was too grand to tell below 10k words, I expanded it with gusto. While I hadn’t planned a series, I’ve thought of a few more ideas to toy with the main character Talbot. While it’s not set in stone or even started, I fell in love with the rogue. He’s got too much to tell to box into one book.

*** Now for some fun info… ***
What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?
Only one? *sigh* I’ll go with Talenti Double dark chocolate gelato. It’s a contributing factor to the tightness of my jeans.

Are you a cat, dog or both kind of person?
Growing up, we had dogs. They were loveable companions. When I got married, however, the care a dog needs just wasn’t possible living in an apartment. I had to have a pet, it’s in my DNA. So I worked at a nursery at the time and a stray cat came along and had kittens. I took one. Rose stayed with me for 17 years before he went to his final resting place. Best.Pet.Ever.

Are you a morning person or night owl?
I love to stay up late. Sometimes, however, it’s not very productive when you have to work the next day.

*** About Kastil’s book/series… ***

Tagline: What would you do to get the one person you’ve loved most of your life to return your affections?
Blurb: Talbot Sauvageot has kept his wicked lifestyle underground for several years, going from one lover to the next. Decedent rake to females by day, passionate lover for his latest male companion at night. When he is forced to flee Paris or face the guillotine, Talbot realizes none of the men he has bedded over the past years burns at his soul like his dear friend Maxime LaRue.
~ Forced into seclusion in the forest of Bois de Lunor, he receives an invitation from Maxime for their yearly gathering at his estate in Varanguebec. One that Talbot has avoided the past few years. Refusing to submit to a life without love, Talbot schemes to discover if his childhood friend shares the same taste in pleasure as he.
~ Will Maxime submit to Talbot’s ploy or cast his friend in the shadow of death?
Interesting info: I decided that the setting for Talbot’s Ploy would be 18th Century France. I researched the clothing, some interesting French phrases, and what it was like for a gay male (and female) during this time in history. Even back then, they were persecuted and often put to death if caught in the ‘act’. I wanted that internal conflict for Talbot. Death for following the path his heart choose and to drag his friends with him? I tried to make a powerful statement without, I hope, sounding too preachy. Terminology was also important. I didn’t want to throw in a term that wasn’t in existence. For example, the term ‘homosexuality’ didn’t exist. Same with hanging versus the guillotine. It was interesting to find out that after the French Revolution, hanging was considered ‘barbaric’. Thought this tale became too big for the anthology, I’m glad I took my time and expanded it. I feel it gave a richer story than 10k words could ever do.
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Thanks for having me! I’d like to give away a PDF copy of Talbot’s Ploy. To win, they can visit my Facebook page, ‘like it’, and comment on the wall post with the link to this guest blog. A winner will be chosen a week’s time and notified via FB private message.