Sunday, November 9, 2014

Compulsion by JB Brooks ♥ Spotlight & GIVEAWAY ♥ (BDSM/Erotic Romance)


Plain Jane gets caught spying on her sexy new neighbor and asks him for an audacious favor. He could be the answer to her prayers, but he demands a shockingly high price in return. Jane is soon out of her depth in a scorchingly sensual BDSM pact with Matt, but this kinky and imaginative Dom has his own agenda. The stakes get higher, and the sex gets hotter, as Jane risks everything under Matt’s compulsion.
A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
The next day when I knocked on his door at six thirty I had my handbag slung over my right shoulder and a bundle of clothing clutched in my left arm. His t-shirt was not part of the bundle—he was never getting it back again. He answered in his usual outfit of t-shirt and jeans, all black today, and waved me into the lounge. We turned to inspect each other and it crossed my mind that we were already falling into little routines despite our very short acquaintance.
Black suited him. He looked so very golden-blond, like a fallen angel. Even his bare feet looked heavenly—clean and tanned, with beautifully groomed toenails. He was sumptuous.
He was giving me the once-over too. I was in another suit of invisibility armor. Today the skirt was navy-blue and the shirt was a subtle champagne-pink. Navy pumps completed the ensemble. It was too hot for pantyhose. My hair was up in a perky bun. I’d felt good that morning—physically sore but in high spirits, and not plagued by the doubts of the day before—so I’d headed off to work in an optimistic mood.
Of course, a day of being invisible again had brought me down a few notches, but it had still been a good day. I’d rushed home, anticipation thrumming up and down my spine. But after exchanging my glasses for contact lenses, I’d come to an abrupt halt in front of my wardrobe. I was supposed to bring my potential party outfits to Matt tonight. My heart sank. This was not going to go well. The dichotomy between my inner and outer selves caused havoc with my wardrobe, and it was rare for me to find an item of clothing that I really liked or was comfortable in.
He took the bundle of clothing from me and draped it over the couch.
“How are you feeling today, Jane?” he asked. The question was innocent enough but I knew what he was referring to.
“I’m quite sore and there’s still a little blood. Thank you for asking.”
He chuckled. “Good. I like knowing that I made a lasting impression on you! Come here and kiss me, Jane.”
I crossed over obediently and wrapped my arms around his neck, arching my body against him. He made me stretch up to touch my lips to his, but then he lifted me suddenly and gave me a hard, deep kiss. A branding, possessive kiss, his tongue inspecting its territory. His erection pressed against me through our clothes. My knees were weak when he set me down and all I could do was wonder what he was going to do to me today.
He sat down on the recliner, crossing his legs.
“Right, Jane. Let’s see those dresses.”
I rushed over to the pile obligingly and picked up the first outfit, a pantsuit. I held it out to him and began to explain. He held up his hand and I stopped abruptly.
Babbling. You were babbling.
“Model the clothes, Jane,” he said patiently. “I want to see them on you.”
My heart sank. Torture.
I’d rather just go naked.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “What?”
“I’d rather go naked, damn it!” I exclaimed. “You can’t possibly understand, Matt. I have…problems…with clothes!”
He was grinning delightedly, deliberately misunderstanding me. I clicked my tongue at him, irritated.
“I prefer naked too, Jane, but you have to arrive at the party in something. I take it you think I’m not going to approve?”
I shrugged.
“All right, let’s see. Leave that pantsuit—it’s too hot for this time of year. Besides, my mother has one in that identical color. Much as I love her, I don’t want to be reminded of her every time I think about stripping you out of your clothes. Hold up the next one.”
I did so in silence. He had imparted some interesting snippets of information and I was thinking I really needed to find out more about him.
“Put that one on, I want to see it. You can change in the master bedroom if you want to.”
There was no point in arguing. I went through the arch that led from the lounge to the small hall and paused. His house was the same as mine. The main bedroom was to my left and directly across from me was a closed door, which I knew led to a second bedroom. I used mine as a study. I wondered what he used his for. I was tempted to take a peek but he’d quite distinctly said that I should use the master bedroom.
Snooping got you into a whole lot of trouble last time, remember.
I turned left and headed through the open door of the main bedroom, peering curiously around. It smelled faintly of his evocative masculine scent even though he’d only been living in the house for three days. I eyed the bed. It was king-sized and had a lovely wooden headboard and two posts at the foot end. His quilt and pillows were encased in gray covers with a subtle pinstripe pattern. I put my dress on the bed and ran my hand over the quilt. Thick, soft cotton. Quality.
How inviting.
I snatched my hand away and quickly stripped down to my underwear. It was flesh-colored but the lace was pretty, one of the few nice sets that I owned.
I dragged on the dress. It was my best attempt at the classic Little Black Dress, but I stared at myself disconsolately in the full-length mirror. It was all wrong. It ended just below my knees, a dowdy length, and the neckline was too high. It had little rows of lace along the bodice and dainty cap sleeves, which I’d once thought were charming and, although it was tailored, it somehow managed to be neither flattering nor revealing. Talk about bypassing sexy but falling totally short of classy! I looked like such a prude.
You are a prude. Or you were, until yesterday.
I examined my face in the mirror, nose to nose with my reflection. I was changing. Had already changed. Did I look different? Not drastically. I thought I had a bit of a glow, a sparkle in my eyes, but maybe that was just because I was wearing my contacts. There was certainly nothing that anybody else would notice.
I headed back to the lounge. Matt was still sprawled in the recliner. He studied me intently, his eyes moving slowly down my body and back up again, making me feel hot. He made a little circling motion with his hand and I obediently rotated a few times.
“What’s the last one?” he asked, indicating the final outfit on the couch.
That was a resounding ‘no comment’.
I picked it up and showed it to him. “It’s another dress, a sundress.”
“It’s pink.”
“Tropical hibiscus actually,” I corrected. He ignored me.
“Is that a bow?”
“Yes.”
“It’s huge. Where does it…er… Where is it located? When the dress is on?”
“Behind… Low-ish.”
“On your ass? Are you telling me that bow is on your ass?” He was laughing now.
“I bought it for a wedding,” I protested indignantly. “It was perfectly appropriate!”
He was howling with laughter now. I started to chuckle. “You’re being really mean, you know? You haven’t even seen it on!”
He jumped up, taking me by surprise, and wrapped his arms around me, his face close to mine. When he spoke his voice was intense and rough.
“Jane, I’m telling you now, if you ever wear a dress with a huge bow on your ass, I will assume that you are giving me your ass as a present. I will accept your gift and I will fuck your ass until you see stars. Now do you want to model that dress for me?”
Shock and desire slammed into me. I stared at him, the dress crushed between us as a nuclear meltdown started in my pussy. For a moment I couldn’t speak.
“Uhh, um… Maybe another time,” I whispered.
“I’ll hold you to that, Jane.” He crushed me to him for another moment then let me go and stalked back to the recliner.
Oh, well done. Like he needs encouragement!
“That still leaves us with a problem for Saturday night,” he mused. Then he hopped up again and headed to his bedroom, calling over his shoulder on the way.
“There’s only one solution, Jane. I’m taking you shopping. I’m just putting my shoes on.”
I frowned. This was unexpected.
“What, now? But I can’t just go shopping! I haven’t budgeted for a new evening dress.”
I was a midlevel PA. I did all right as long as I stuck to my budget every month, but I didn’t have money to splash around. A new evening dress was a major extravagance.
Matt reappeared, wearing some rugged-looking black boots under his jeans.
“I said I’m taking you shopping, Jane. Now come on, it’s getting late.”
He took my hand and pulled me to the door. I dug my heels in.
“Matt, no! I won’t let you buy me a dress. I can’t accept something like that from you. We need to talk about this!”
He swung back to me, and now he looked angry.
“Did you just say no to me, Jane?” he hissed.
He grasped my chin, hard fingers digging into the soft skin of my cheek and neck. My heart skipped a nervous beat. He was so mercurial, laughing one minute then becoming angry over the slightest thing. I backed away and he followed, his grip unrelenting, until my retreat was cut off by a cold, hard surface behind me. He crowded me against the wall, pushing his big body into mine to trap me in place. His erection was firm against my stomach.
“Let me explain this to you—again—Jane. Until we part after the party on Saturday night, this is mine.”
He groped roughly between my legs, through the black dress.
“And these are mine!” He squeezed my breasts and pinched at my nipples through the black fabric.
“And your sweet ass, bow or no bow. And your mouth.” He grasped my ass and half lifted me off my feet, pushing my legs apart with his thigh. He kissed me brutally, driving my head back against the wall and forcing his way into my mouth. His rough handling excited the hell out of me.
“It’s all mine and I’ll dress what’s mine in whatever I damn well like! Remember the deal. You will submit to me. No questions, no arguments.”
He kissed me again, less roughly, a lot more seductively. I sucked his tongue, swallowing his sweet saliva, grateful that he was propping me up because my knees were trembling and could not be trusted.
He pulled away reluctantly. “If we don’t go now I’m going to fuck you up against this wall, Jane. You won’t survive until Saturday.”
He had my dress rucked up, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, pulling them apart enough so as to part my cunt lips too. The sensation of opening and waiting to be filled was powerfully erotic. He could do anything he wanted to me right now and I knew I would submit.
But right now he wanted to take me shopping and was clearly not going to take no for an answer.
Jared's Virginity
Not all virgins are innocent.

After the death of his twin, Jared’s life falls apart and it seems nothing can reach him. Then he spies a mysterious woman pleasuring herself and obsession replaces depression. Surprisingly she seems to enjoy his voyeurism but makes no move to take things further. Prodded on by a raging lust for the unattainable beauty, Jared devises a strategy to make her his. If he succeeds he will never be the same again…because the first time changes everything.

Inside Scoop: This story takes place twelve years before the events of Massage With Happy Ending. While the books can be enjoyed separately, to get the full story, reading both is recommended.

An EC for Men® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

SCORCHING!!! This book is SCORCHING HOT!!!

I've read a lot of romance novels, and this one is, by far, the most erotic thing I have ever read. It's part of the Ellora's Cave for Men line of publications, and the change from the typical point-of-view of books geared towards women is very interesting, to say the least.

This book describes the life of Jared, an awkward 19-year-old who, purely by accident, catches the biggest break of his virgin-life when an impending rain storm encourages him to take a shortcut home from school. What he sees on the way home changes his life forever!

Aside from the adult content, JB does a fantastic job of laying the groundwork for a very interesting story about Jared. It was very easy to become emotionally invested in him and cheer him on as he handles and copes with the unfortunate circumstances life had and continues to throw at him.

While this book can be read as a stand-alone, it apparently provides the background for the next book in the set, Massage with Happy Ending, and I cannot wait to see what happens to Jared!

***I received this book in exchange for an honest review***
Massage With Happy Ending
Lolly doesn’t regret her decision to impersonate a sex worker while researching a magazine article. But when she runs into her sexy “customer” again at an island resort, the situation gets too hot to handle.

Jared likes his sex kinky and his women curvy. Left wanting more after his encounter

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with the Rubenesque Lolly, he makes her a scorching offer when he sees her again unexpectedly—four nights of BDSM sex and surprises for four thousand dollars. Lolly wants to tell him the truth but fears he’ll rescind his offer if he finds out she’s not a professional. But when business turns to more than pleasure, both end up with more than they bargained for.

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Another SCORCHING HOT book by JB Brooks!

This is the second book in the set, and while each can be read independently of the other, reading both definitely makes the story seem a little more complete.

Not we meet grown-up Jared, who is completely different from where his first story ended. He is BEYOND kinky in terms of his bedroom practices, and JB is, again, very descriptive of EVERYTHING that transpires between Jared and Lolly. On the flipside, he has many noble qualities that make him a very good book-boyfriend.

Lolly was very fun to read because she was pretty realistic, in my opinion. She has a sassy sense of humor and quick wit. She also has self-doubt, which makes her even more believable.

I absolutely LOVED the ending to this story. I wasn't really sure where JB was heading with it since there is a six-week jump in the story, but she did not disappoint!

I would read ANYTHING written by JB Brooks!!!

***I received this book in exchange for an honest review***
Reunion Submission
Samantha runs into Simon, her infuriating, irresistible high-school nemesis, at their reunion. Unbeknownst to Sam, he has been as obsessed with her for the last ten years as she’s been with him. When he declares his passion and demands she strip for him, she is forced to admit she might actually want to obey. And she cannot resist his masterful advances.
A skilled and calculating Dom, he initiates her into an erotic seduction and submission that even her most vivid fantasies haven’t prepared her for.
Inside Scoop: These two engage in a hot BDSM tryst, featuring a most creative use of lab equipment.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
JB Brooks
Craving something different? JB writes gasping-hot erotic fiction for readers who hunger for extraordinary passion every day. Sometimes humorous, sometimes dark, her creations are passionate and earthy.

A survivor of the corporate world, JB spent twenty years in the IT industry, from which she finally escaped, allowing her to indulge her true passion...creating unusual erotic encounters for her imaginary friends!

JB is an ex-South African and lives with her extended family in Queensland, Australia's sunshine state. She feels privileged to coexist, in relative peace and harmony, with her husband, daughter, parents, grandmother and two slightly crazy ex-racehorses. She loves to write - anytime, anywhere - and could not survive without the techno-gadgets which make this possible.

JB is a firm believer in lust at first sight, and love ever after.
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