Friday, April 29, 2016

#SatSpanks #MySexySaturday - A Gift for the Doctor - @Mrs_Sara_Fields - #scifi #erotica #romance

It's Saturday! My favorite day of the week because that means it's time for for spankings and sexy time. 

*wink wink*

“Ask me.”

“Ask you what?”

 “Ask me to spank you.” 

Morgana’s knees shook. She felt her wetness as it dripped from her and she knew he could feel all of it. She moaned when his fingers began to move as her pussy throbbed with need, his touch on her lower lips inciting a desperation within her that was suddenly very hard to contain. She wanted him, needed him, and this fueled her impulsive courage. 

“Please, sir. Will you please spank me for lying to you? It was a terribly naughty thing to do,” she managed to say, her voice wavering with trepidation and desire.

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Thursday, April 28, 2016

#Thursday #Tease - #WIP - What's next for Sara Fields? #Erotica #SciFi #Romance

I can't wait to start writing this weekend. 

Now you all met Olivia, while reading A Gift for the Doctor, but what's her story? Who is she, and what role does she have to play in the rising civil war between Legeari and D'Lormere?

 So next stop? 

Olivia's story in "A Gift for the Commander" (working title). 

 This next book is looking to be an epic finale... unless of course, the world of Terranovum calls my name again! 

 I know you all love Wes, a sarcastic alpha male that isn't afraid to turn a sassy female over his knee. He's been featured in A Gift for the King, and A Gift for the Doctor, so I think it's finally time you all got to really know him.

Here's a sneak peak at the muse I have in mind when I start putting words to pages.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

#WIPitUp Wednesday - A Gift for the Doctor - Sara Fields #scifi #newrelease #romance #erotica

It's HUMP day! And that means its time for WIPitUp Wednesday! Today I'm bringing you my newest release, A Gift for the Doctor, which is the direct sequel to A Gift for the King. And it's an extra spicy addition to my science fiction series. 

And without further delay, here's a steamy excerpt from Morgana's examination....

Only it wasn’t over. His fingers returned to the skin of her thighs, reaching back toward her pussy, only this time he took his ungloved palm and pressed it up against the heat radiating from her core. Quivering at this mark of ownership, she waited almost breathlessly, nervously anticipating what he was going to do next.
Kade’s thumb began to circle her pulsating clit, and Morgana nearly fell apart at the intensity of the flood of lust that overcame her with his gentle caress. The rest of his fingers continued to stroke her moist lips, persistently coaxing her toward the edge into a world of pleasure. He played her body like a well-tuned instrument, as though he knew exactly where to touch in order to drive her insane with desire. After all the incredible feelings of need that her examination had brought forth so far, she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep herself from orgasm for very long. Panting, she felt a soft sheen of sweat begin to coat her body.
Her hips reached toward him and almost as if rewarding her, he slipped one finger and then another inside her wanting pussy. Once he began to massage her inner walls, along with his still attending thumb on her clit, her orgasm finally broke over her. Her entire body tightened with her release, muscles tense with the ferocity of the extreme pleasure that raged inside her.
Her moans increased with frantic desire as she writhed under his touch, and the throbbing need inside her seemed to grow to dizzying proportions. All at once, it seemed like her world fractured and her body sang. Her orgasm seemed to go on forever and ever, an endless blaze igniting fireworks throughout her body, all the way down to her fingers and toes.
Finally, her body simply smoldered with the aftershocks of her release. With a sigh of relief, Morgana allowed herself to just breathe.
She lay limp on the metal table, held steady by the taut leather cuffs that bound her ankles and wrists. Meekly, she lifted her eyes to meet his, and saw something deep within those yellow irises, something that looked animalistic, but strangely satisfied. He looked pleased with her reaction, when all she felt was shame for her body’s wicked and wanton response.
Suddenly, a dangerous look came over his face, and a smirk played at the corners of his lips. He removed his hand from in between her legs, drifting his fingertips across the trembling flesh of her inner thighs until his caress grazed against her bottom cheeks.

Morgana tried to squeeze her legs shut, but her ankles were bound too far apart. He had complete access to every inch of her, and from the look on his face, he knew it. A whimper emerged from her throat as he continued to explore the curves of her bottom, before he began to part her cheeks. Her eyes went wide in response. What was he going to do next? He couldn’t mean to touch her there, could he?
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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Ashe Barker - The Dark Side - #ReRelease #Hot #Sexy #Erotica

Today we have the lovely Ashe Barker visiting us! 
We're in for a treat!

Hi, and thank you for inviting me over today to chat about the re-release of The Dark Side.  This series was my first attempt to write anything more steamy than a birthday card and I was delighted with it. I’ll always be proud of how well the books did and the fabulous reviews they received. I am eternally grateful to Totally Bound for accepting them and for taking a chance on the unpublished rookie I was back then.

So, if it ain’t broke, why mend it?

As I wrote The Dark Side I had no idea if anyone but me would ever read the books. I knew next to nothing about the world of publishing or professional writing, so although my editor did a fabulous job of making the books fit to be seen among decent folk (or should that be indecent folk?) there were always aspects of the story I felt could be improved. There were scenes I thought about writing but left out, and ways in which I believed the connection between Nathan and Eva could be deepened. 

The re-release was a rare opportunity to have my time again and complete the job.

There’s new content in each of the three books, but I won’t spoil it by saying exactly what. Suffice it to say we see yet another quirk in Eva’s already complex nature, and aspects of Nathan which I hope will endear him to readers even more. He’s a hard Dom, stern, demanding and insanely sexy. We lose none of that, but the additional content helps to bring out his caring nature a little more.

There’s also a whole new epilogue to conclude the story. This picks up a loose end which always bothered me so I feel the series is better rounded now.

Even if you grabbed your copy of The Dark Side first time around this version has been re-edited, with new content, new scenes, and an epilogue.

Enter my Rafflecopter for a chance to win ALL THREE BOOKs in the series. The competition ends on 1 May.

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Series Blurb

The Dark Side trilogy charts the sensual journey of academic musician Eva Byrne as she struggles to overcome painful shyness, sexual inhibition and personal tragedy. Lonely, unsophisticated, desperately seeking love and approval, Eva is easy prey for sensual and experienced Nathan Darke.

He wants her submission, and he knows how to go about getting it. Eva is quickly caught up by the whirlwind of his effortless seduction, though she has her own reasons for agreeing to join him in his world of pain and pleasure, on the dark side.

Inexplicably fascinated and at the same time totally frustrated by his new submissive, Nathan is increasingly drawn to her as she opens up in his hands and he realises there is much, much more to his latest playmate than he ever could have imagined.

The Dark Side charts the turbulent relationship between Eva and Nathan as their mutual fascination builds. They both discover what surrender truly means as together they explore the fragile bonds of desire, trust, risk and reward, and the destructive power of betrayal.

Excerpt - Darkening (Book 1)
He breaks the kiss to start nibbling his way down my neck. As if not finding the angle to his liking, he suddenly, effortlessly lifts me from the chair, turns and lays me down with my bare back flat on the table top. He holds both of my wrists in one hand, pinning them to the table above my head and, standing between my legs, leans over to look down at me, stroking his other hand the length of my body from neck to waist.

“Beautiful… Holy fuck, so lovely,” he murmurs before he leans down to take my right nipple between his lips.

I squeal, the shock jolting through me even though I had sensed what he was about to do. His body weight and his hand around my wrists hold me in place as he continues his work. The sensation is everywhere, starting at my nipple, which is now painfully engorged. The tingling pulses radiate out through my whole body, connecting as if by some sort of internal electric current to that spot between my legs, which is now drenched. It feels exquisite, acute, intense, forbidden and overwhelming. I arch my back, pushing my breasts toward his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, this source of ecstatic pleasure.

One or two ill-fated fumblings from other students when I was a teenager at university did nothing to prepare me for this. I have never, ever felt anything remotely like this before. I might have read about it, known the theoretical possibility was out there, somewhere. Happening to other women—women who were attractive and had lush, sexy bodies and soft, wavy hair. But this is here, now, happening to me. 

I feel the hard table beneath my shoulder blades as I writhe under his skilled lips, his expert tongue and teeth, desperate for more. And he knows what he is about—he knows what I need and he has more for me. Opening his mouth wider, he takes more of my breast in and sucks hard, first one side then the other. He slides his free hand, palm up, between my shoulders and the table to raise me up, giving him easier access with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. Gently grazing my now helplessly sensitized nipples with his teeth, he suckles me relentlessly, nipping slightly harder, just enough to hurt, maybe—I’m not sure where pain ends and pleasure begins now. What does it matter, anyway? He can do whatever he wants to me as long as he doesn’t stop.

He is no longer holding my wrists—he has no need to because I’m lying boneless under him, spread across his kitchen table, pleading wordlessly for…for what? More? Less? The ecstatic pleasure tinged with a hint of pain is so intense now that I can only moan, ride the waves of sensation pulsing from my breasts out through my fingers and toes, each wave bigger, heavier, more compelling than the one before until I am writhing with need.

“I can’t. Please, it’s too much…” Is that me? Or someone else whimpering nearby?

“Yes, you can, you are. Don’t fight it, sweetheart, come for me. Now. Come now.” His words—insistent, soft and low, seductive—are breathed into my ear before he returns to my breasts, nibbling and sucking mercilessly, building the tension, increasing the sensations coursing through every part of me, winding me tighter and tighter until I burst, screaming out loud as fireworks explode in my head, my groin, everywhere as the earth shifts beneath me. My inner core clenches violently, the wetness surely flooding across the table. I feel I am falling, floating as the tension is released and I hear myself moan in delighted satisfaction, drifting back down toward reality.

Me, the girl who can’t bear to be touched. Somehow—God only knows how it happened—I have just spent the last ten minutes spread out half naked on Nathan Darke’s kitchen table, his hands and mouth all over me until I totally lost control, and he watched me thrashing about in the throes of my very first orgasm, right in front of him. Christ! How wonderful, how intimate. How unlike me. And he’s achieved all this without so much as a button of his coming undone.

Excerpt - Darker (Book 2)

We continue to stroll in the direction of the waterfront once more, and arrive back at Nathan’s apartment around midnight. As soon as the lift doors close he is on me, kissing me, exploring my mouth with his tongue while pulling my shirt from my pants. Deftly undoing the buttons, before I know it he has my hands caught behind my back, tangled in the sleeves. Lifting his head to glance appreciatively at my new, pink lacy bra he cups my breasts, squeezing gently, lowering his head to kiss the mounds visible above the lace. “So sweet, Eva, so pretty,” he breathes, and I vaguely wonder if he means my underwear or my body. Who cares? He flicks open the front fastening of my bra to bare my breasts for his ministrations. With his mouth and clever fingers my nipples are brought to swollen, aching hardness before the lift arrives at the penthouse, and the doors glide open.
It’s only when he takes my elbow to tug me forward into the apartment that I realize my hands are effectively tied behind my back, still caught up in my discarded blouse. I wriggle, trying to free myself so I can kiss him back, hold him, but he smiles down, knowingly. I realize he’s done this on purpose. And that he won’t free me until he’s good and ready. After dropping a light kiss on my lips, he opens the door to the apartment and gestures for me to enter before him.

Once inside, Nathan leaves me standing, topless, in the middle of his living room as he goes over to the fridge. Pulling out a chilled bottle of wine he quickly uncorks it and pours one glass. Strolling back toward me, the glass in his right hand, his eyes are on my breasts, admiring, lustful. I realize my usual inhibitions might be diminishing, but have not yet disappeared as I wish I was better endowed, curvier. Nathan doesn’t seem to mind, though, as with his free left hand he cups and massages my breast whilst he reaches with his right hand, still holding the glass, to curl it behind my neck. He pulls me close, kissing my ear, nibbling the lobe before dropping his face to my neck.

“Christ, Eva, you are a beautiful sight. Perfect. Exquisite.” He kisses me again before sipping the wine.

“Would you like a drink, Eva?”

I nod. “Yes, please. But you’ll have to hold the glass.” I roll my shoulders to indicate my bound hands.

He smiles. “Ah, yes, anything to be of service, Miss Byrne.”

He lifts the glass to my lips, tipping a little of the crisp chilled liquid into my mouth before immediately following it in with his tongue, tasting the wine before it disappears down my throat.

“I do like to share, Miss Byrne,” he murmurs before taking another sip himself. This time, though, he catches my mouth in a deep, open-mouthed kiss, letting the liquid pour from his tongue onto mine. It feels sensuous, intimate, delicious. I moan, swallow quickly in surprised contentment.

Darkest (Book 3)
“I just… I’ve never done anything like this before. It feels sort of… Well, as if I shouldn’t be doing it. On my own, that is.”
“Ah, but it’s the forbidden that makes it so much fun. Lie back and enjoy, Miss Byrne. Let me help you…”

“I wish you were here.” My voice is small, thready, needy. I miss him so much.

His tone is low, gentle, caressing. “I will be. Soon. But I’m with you now in spirit, sweetheart. So, tell me what you’re doing at this moment.”

“I’m lying on my bed, talking to you.”

“Smart-ass. I think you’re taking advantage of the situation. If I was there you’d be lying across my knees, and your bottom would be smarting for that little wisecrack.”

“Ah, yes. I’m sorry.”

“I think you mean you’re sorry, Sir. Okay, now, are you lying on your back?”


“Can you put your phone on speaker and leave it on the pillow next to you? You’ll need both hands free for this.”

With a gulp I shove any embarrassment into a far corner of my mind and decide to go for it, go with it. I push a few buttons and lay the phone beside my head. “Okay, I’ve done that.”

“Open your legs wide and look at yourself in the mirror on your wardrobe.”

“What! I…”

“Do it, Eva.” His tone is firm, the command one to be obeyed. So I do it. I obey.

I hadn’t even realized how strategically placed my wardrobe was, but as I lie there, my thighs spread wide, I can see the lips of my vagina, still gloriously naked following the Brazilian wax, glistening with my own juices. Just waiting to be touched, and stroked, waiting to be gently opened to slide a smooth, warm dildo inside me. Oh. Wow.

“Tell me what you see, Eva.” The voice is soft now, a seductive whisper brushing my ear.

“I can see—me. All of me.”

“Tell me exactly what you see. Use any words you want.”

“I see my—my vagina. And my clitoris. They’re very pink.”

“That’s good. Your slick, pink little cunt is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. And are you wet, Eva?”

“I, I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Find out for me now, love. Slide your hand down there. Stroke your cunt just like I would if I was there with you. Tell me if you’re wet.”

Despite what’s happening, despite my willing participation, I am still a little shocked by the crude language. This is explicit, even by Nathan’s standards. And it makes me hot as hell. He thinks I’m beautiful. There. God!

Watching every movement in the mirror I slide my hand along my stomach, trailing my fingertips across my lower abdomen to gently, lightly probe between my legs. I deliberately skip over my clitoris, although I can clearly see that hot, needy little nub starting to swell. Instead I run my fingers around the entrance to my vagina, and gently dip the very end of my middle finger inside.

“I, yes, Nathan. I’m wet. And, oh my God, this feels so—decadent. I can’t believe I’m doing this. Talking to you like this. About this.”

“Decadent? I like that, Eva. And does it feel good?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “So good.”

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Book 1 -Darkening   

Darkening is FREE at Totally Bound and All Romance until 30 April 2016

Book 2 - Darker   

Book 3 - Darkest   

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