Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Hot in Handcuffs Bloghop 10 - 15 October 2012

                      Enjoy hot fiction? Then come and      celebrate with PA Exposé on the
Hot in Handcuffs
Giveaway Blog Hop
Hosted by Under the Covers

And the winner is..... 
I want to thank everyone who dropped by and commented during the Hot in Handcuffs bloghop last week. I enjoyed meeting you all.

The winner of an e-book copy of  PA Exposé is **** Jo ****

The winner (who will be contacted directly) was selected using the random number generator on random.org
Thanks again for visiting. Drop by again. I love to hear from you.

Kristal x
If you enjoy plenty of submission, spanking and bondage - and you prefer your erotic novels hot, HOT, JALAPENO HOT!! then this one is definitely for you.
One lucky person [international] who leaves a comment will win the special prize of an e-Book copy of this full-length erotic romance. 
Aspiring journalist, Cally Hammond, believes she is undercover to expose dominating company executive, Jake Stone. However, she has been duped by her real boss, into undergoing training to become sexually submissive.
Jake is an enthusiastic master who exposes Cally to bondage, correction, and submission to his will. The shocking experience re-awakens a dormant side of Cally’s personality which Jake can’t help reacting to.
But both have a mission to fulfil. Will they succeed, and what secrets will be exposed in the process?
[Cally has started working undercover but finds her new 'boss', Jake, more dominating than she anticipated. And too hot to handle, without losing her cool...] 
When she heard the exterior door open a moment later, Cally fled to her desk and waited.
Jake breezed in carrying a bag. ‘I got you a salad platter and spring water. I’m not allowing you to eat meat this week.’
The guy never failed to surprise her. Especially when he unwrapped a huge chunk of French bread with thick slices of crumbed ham falling out of the sides and commenced chowing down. He was even going to dictate what she could eat.
The funny thing was it didn’t make her angry. On the contrary she felt turned on again. The thought of being controlled so rigidly by a really fit, masculine guy had her practically ready to roll over and open her legs once more. And beg for it if she had to.
Jake placed the salad box on his desk. ‘Come over here and eat it. I would like to watch you eat.’
She walked across slowly and Jake patted the desk top, right in front of his chair, suggesting she should sit on top, between his open legs. She did. Her heart began to beat deeply and an answering pulse between her thighs signalled her steady arousal. It was just beneath the surface all the time. God, she’d never been so horny.
‘Use your fingers, then you can lick them clean afterwards,’ he ordered, as coolly as if he was asking her to pass him a napkin.
They ate in silence. She watched his strong jaw movements as he chewed and the rise and fall of his  Adam’s apple as he swallowed. He watched her mouth intently and she decided to play him at his own game by teasing him, letting her tongue slide across her lips, even while knowing she was grabbing a rampant bull by the nose-ring.
Each slice of cucumber she held between her fingers had an oily dressing dripping viscously off it. Cally held it above her open lips, letting her tongue dart out and alternately flicker and lathe the wet, shiny surface. She could see that, much as Jake Stone pretended to be unimpressed by her theatrics, he couldn’t hide the widening of his black pupils as he became increasingly aroused. Those dark eyes, fixed on her, alternately thrilled and scared her. Especially as he didn’t move a muscle. God, the control that guy exerted. Where he could. She’d seen his thick cock twitch in his trousers. It was searching her out like a heat-seeking missile. Cally nearly threw her head back and laughed.
She ran her tongue slowly over her oiled-up lips, never taking her eyes from his as she did so. She wondered who would break the gaze first. It had become like a battle of wills.
Without breaking his stare, Jake spoke. ‘You’re finished.’
Cally looked down at the remaining contents of the transparent box. ‘I’m not.’
His voice became harsh. ‘I say you are.’
Cally closed the box. She licked her fingers slowly and thoroughly, one by one, until she saw a diamond-hard shine appear in his eyes and his mouth fix in a grim slash.
She stilled, knowing by her gut instinct and his body language that she had taken it too far. Wondered what he would do next. The lengthy silence that ensued was slowly killing her.
He wiped his hands on a napkin, then leant toward her and reached for the buttons on her blouse, flipping them open one by one, from bottom to top. Cally swallowed hard as he yanked it over her shoulders, leaving the sleeves halfway down, trapping her arms by her sides. Her breath caught as he slid his fingers inside the cups of her bra and lifted the soft globes of white flesh free of their gentle cradles, one at a time. The fastened bra now sat beneath her breasts, supporting them, pushed up and out toward him, fully and firmly.
Jake sat back in his chair and feasted his eyes on her naked body. ‘Don’t move an inch,’ he muttered. He observed her for a long time, saying nothing. He didn’t need to touch her to make her nipples peak hard. They were both aware of it.
He slid to the edge of his seat and palmed both breasts, crushing the soft flesh firmly between his fingers. A low, soft moan escaped her lips.
In answer, he took her pink, erect nipples and rolled them briskly between his thumb and fingers. Her moans increased audibly. Cally could feel the swelling of her pussy, engorging with moisture, as the exquisite charge his dexterous fingers wrought shot through her nipples straight to her cunt. It awaited the attentions of the engorged cock she knew stood in response before her.
‘Please,’ she begged in a throaty whisper, forgetting everything she’d ever learnt about silence. Her knees parted as much as they could in her restrictive skirt.
Jake grasped her hard nipples firmly and pulled them strongly toward him before releasing abruptly. He delivered the punishing motion repeatedly. As soon as Cally’s hands shot between her legs, he stopped.
As he yanked the bra back over her sensitised breasts and pulled the edges of her blouse together, he reminded her of something. ‘You are here for my amusement, not your own.’ His voice was thick with desire. ‘Don’t you dare try to pleasure yourself, unless I demand it, for my enjoyment. Now go and make me coffee.’
His firm demand had her nearly coming right there in front of him. God, why did she so get off on  dominant men?
Jake pulled her from his desk and turned her toward the kitchen. His voice sounded hard-edged and rough. He was suffering too.
As the water boiled, Jake watched her on his monitor as she disobeyed him. He decided to take advantage of the fact rather than punish her directly. Too much spanking at one time desensitised a woman to the delicate nature of its torture. It should be administered intermittently in order to exact the maximum effect. And he wasn’t done with Cally in that department yet.
As he observed, she slipped her hands inside her bra and ran her fingers back over her breasts, focusing on re-stimulating their turgid tips. As she did so, he freed his needy cock from its confines and with a firm grip he ran his closed fist over the painfully swollen shaft. He hissed a sharp intake of breath over his teeth as his thumb slid the droplets of precome over the slickly sensitive end. His own strong grip began the movement down its rigid length to the root in torturous slowness, then returned its journey, up, up, pulling the pleasure along every nerve-filled inch, over the tingling ridge to the darkened tip, where his fingers lingered and toyed.
He enjoyed watching her lean back against the counter, believing herself to be alone, as he worked more frantically on his own desperate member. It heightened his thrill immensely to see her work her magic on her own body. Needs that he had induced in her, with his firm control. His breathing was laboured now, his need for release hitched and tightening, like his balls, which throbbed in response to the feel of his hands, rubbing over his hot flesh.
Jake speeded up his hand’s pace as it covered the distance from hard root to hot tip. He jerked and yanked as he watched her. He delighted in the uninhibited play of sheer erotic pleasure running across her features, thinking herself unobserved, as she slid her skirt up over her firm, naked thighs and let those fingers slip beneath the crotch of her white panties, her legs parting in desperate invitation.
Her hooded eyelids, panting breaths, and stifled moans of pleasure helped him to imagine it was Cally’s cool, licked fingers playing with his hot, rigid pole. He would punish the cock-teasing little bitch, fucking with his mind as she played with her food. The way he wanted her to play with his own hot meat. It brought him to a swift, explosive climax and he had to suppress a howl as he came, hard. He used a tissue to clean himself up and fixed his trousers.
Jake allowed her busy little hands to delve and dive in the hot, wet delights of her aching pussy for a few moments longer until he observed her hips starting to thrust and writhe in pleasure. He carefully observed her countenance turn from soft and indulgent to tightly seeking, at which point he walked to his office door and shouted at her to come back to the office, immediately.
Jake couldn’t help his lips curving into a wry smile as he saw her jump and start at his sharp tone, on his monitor. She hurriedly righted her clothes and he knew he left her on that frantic edge, where she would soon  jump in any direction he asked. Poor little darling. Mathers’ little sex slave.
The tight muscle twitched in Jake’s jaw again.
He would have to find another outlet for all his pent-up energy. For now.

I hope you enjoyed that taste of things to come.
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BE LUCKY!!!       Kristal x


  1. I like the sound of this one! Thanks so much for the contest :) Book Savvy Babe
    booksavvybabe at gmail dot com

  2. WOWZA! Thanks for the chance to win :) raynman1979 at yahoo dot com

  3. Sounds really good!! Thanks for the chance to win!
    natasha_donohoo_8 at hotmail dot com

  4. Thank you so much for the giveaway, this sounds excellent!

  5. Thanks for the giveaway. Sounds like a great book.
    skpetal at hotmail dot com

  6. Thanks for being in the blog hop!

    jochibi AT yahoo DOT com

  7. Thanks for the chance to win! Great excerpt!

  8. Hot!! Can't wait to read it all!

  9. That was smokin' hot! thanks for the tease ;) Carin
    mawmom at gmail dot com

  10. Thanks for the awesome giveaway!

  11. wow, thanks for the steeeamy excerpt...must read definitely! Thanks for the giveaway chance!

  12. Holy wow!! That was HOT!! A total must read!! Thanks for the great giveaway!!
    Ashley A

  13. Awesome excerpt!

  14. Very hot excerpt!!! Thanks for the giveaway.
    sstrode at scrtc dot com

  15. Loved the excerpt! Thank you for the chance to win this delicious sounding book!

  16. Love the except. Thx for the giveaway.

  17. GREAT excerpt! This book is going on my wishlist right now.
    manning_J2004 at yahoo dot com

  18. Wow, I think I drooled a little. great excerpt.

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  19. Thanks for the awesome hop and giveaway!

  20. Thanks for having such a great giveaway!

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  21. Sounds super hot! Thanks for the giveaway!
    BookcaseLaura *at* gmail.com

  22. I love autumn with all the brilliant colors: oranges, yellows and reds of leaves. I love crisp, cool mornings where the sky is so blue it looks endless and the air is so fresh in your lungs. I love snuggling up in a warm throw on a cold autumn day with a good book. Of course, I love snuggling up with a good book about anytime of the year. I love Thanksgiving because it is a time to remember all the many blessings in my life and express thanks. I love baking spicy pumpkin pies with dollops of cream.

    I like stories of the unexpected. I also love the steamy passion but I hate mentioning favorite authors because the list is long. I appreciate the many styles authors use to weave stories of mystery, love, intrigue, preternatural and inspiration. I love reading because I can go anywhere, any time in my mind and imagine indescribable things.

    Thank you for this contest and the opportunity to be introduced to new authors.
    Gail djgandyfan@gmail.com