#MidWeekTease Harlot release!

The penultimate Blue Moon House prequel released yesterday! So to celebrate I'm sharing another excerpt from it. Pick up your copy now!

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There were a few children in the house, and all the whores worked together to keep their lives as normal as possible. It wasn't ideal. Perhaps she should be relieved, but she wasn't. It felt like something she'd never had a chance to have was taken from her. She felt empty.
Gwendolyn thanked the midwife and paid her fee. Then she passed Sophia in the corridor, silently making her way to their room. Sophia followed, slowly. Gwendolyn was glad she didn't speak immediately. She needed a moment with her thoughts.
After watching Gwendolyn for longer than the girl could do in her place, Sophia asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not yet. I'll go up to the attic. I don't think I can work tonight.” She slipped her legs over the side of the bed and rose again.
Sophia reached for her as she approached, but Lyn shook her off. “Not yet.”
Sophia's eyes filled with tears, and Gwendolyn realized she hadn't cried yet. She wouldn’t any time soon. Sophia nodded and kept her hands at her sides while Lyn edged past. When Sophia closed the door behind her, Lyn heard her sobs through the thin wood. She wanted to comfort Sophia, and she would, but she needed time first. She needed to grieve this loss, and she hadn't managed to accept it yet. It would be days before she returned to herself, if Peter's passing was anything to judge by.
In the attic, Gwendolyn curled up, hugging her knees to her chest and rocking on the mattress. She could hear the commotion of custom downstairs and it was with that to muffle them that her tears started to fall.

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I'm breaking from the theme today to share a few sentences from Blue Moon House: Harlot which releases Tuesday!

What happens when the sacrifice you make for another turns into a life you can’t abandon? Gwendolyn didn’t plan to become a whore. She didn’t expect to fall in love with another woman. She certainly wouldn’t guess that woman was a vampire. By the time she learns, it is too late, her heart belongs to Sophia and she will do anything to stay with the woman, the vampire, she loves.

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And the excerpt:

Gwendolyn knocked on the door, looked back over her shoulder, and knocked again. It didn’t seem anyone was following her. Of course, if she planned on being a part of this house, she would need to get used to being watched.
Fear shook her frail shoulders and she knocked a third time.
“Yes, hold on, you bloody cunt. Oy? What’s this?”

#MidWeekTease Blue Moon House: Harlot

Another Wednesday already! I thought this week I'd give a tease from the soon to release issue of the Blue Moon House series. It is available for pre-order at only 99 cents!

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As soon as the door closed behind him, James grabbed her by the arms, spun her around and slammed her back into the door.

“I don't like being told what to do.” His voice was gravelly and low, menacing.

She swallowed and tried to calm herself. She was barely successful.

“On the bed, and remove that foolish shift.”

Gwendolyn obeyed silently, instinctively. The authority in his voice was unmistakable and unavoidable. She sat atop the bed, naked, watching him as he gathered a soft, silk rope that was coiled on a chest of drawers.

He rolled her onto her stomach, pulling her arms behind her. She had barely registered that her elbows were lashed together before he was flipping her again and tying her ankles to a thick staff, notched on either end to hold the rope and keep it from sliding along the shaft. Her legs weren't spread uncomfortably, but it was pinching her tied arms, which pressed into the bed. That eased when he picked her up and set her on her feet.

Gwendolyn worried she would topple over, but the staff tucked into the hollow of her ankles and didn't affect her ability to stand at all. She was overcome with a feeling of helplessness, though. She had feigned that with David, but this was real and it made her weep.

Her tears only fuelled James' fire and he braced his hands on the wall behind her, one over each ear. He licked up her cheeks, tasting the tears.

“Are you afraid of me, girl?”

She opened her mouth but nothing came out. His mouth covered hers, and she couldn't answer if she'd been able. His tongue savagely roamed her mouth and she gasped for air when he broke the kiss.

“Now, let's see what you can handle.”

#WeWriWa Blue Moon House 7 - Harlot #erotic #romance #vampire #paranormal

A full week into 2017 and so far so good from my point of view. I hope yours is starting off as smoothly. For today's Weekend Writing Warriors, I have a snippet from the seventh and penultimate volume of the Blue Moon House prequels, which is available for preorder!

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Find out how each of the characters in the original novella, "Blue Moon House," became a member. Read the trials and tribulations they had to endure, the kinky sexual acts, and wickedly wonderful ways required for entry. Discover what the big secret is all about. 

What happens when the sacrifice you make for another turns into a life you can’t abandon? Gwendolyn didn’t plan to become a whore. She didn’t expect to fall in love with another woman. She certainly wouldn’t guess that woman was a vampire. By the time she learns, it is too late, her heart belongs to Sophia and she will do anything to stay with the woman, the vampire, she loves. 

I've chosen 8 sentences that aren't too racy. Hope you enjoy!

“I’ll see him on a pyre. Where is he?”

Following the ladies, he found Peter’s remains. “Fine, fine. Go on.” He hefted the body over his very broad shoulder and kicked open a door.

Gwendolyn peeked in and saw a giant oven in the middle of the room. Mister March slid Peter’s body off like a sack of flour and then fed him into the currently cold stone. “Goodbye, Peter,” Gwendolyn murmured, crossing herself.

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#MidWeekTease Blue Moon House - Harlot

The next volume of Blue Moon House is currently in edits, so I thought I'd share a little of it with you during this holiday break. I hope you enjoy it and all the other teasers this week!

One of the whores, Judith, was in the kitchen pouring tea from the pot. “Look at you!” she said, smiling, her blue eyes twinkling. “You work tonight?”
“My first time,” Gwendolyn said, pouring herself a cup.
Judith sighed. “I remember my first time. Well, my first time as whore. My very first time…I was too young to remember well, thank God. My uncle was a horrible man. I wasn’t sad at all when a horse trampled him.”
Gwendolyn shook and tea slopped on her hand scalding her. “How young were you?”
Judith’s expression turned sour. “Let’s not talk about it. Yours will be infinitely better, if only because you’re prepared for it. You are, aren’t you?” she asked suddenly concerned.
Gwendolyn nodded, sipping the tea. “Yes. I’ve been preparing since I started working here.”
“I thought so. And then you’ll be one of us.” Judith reached for Gwendolyn’s hand and squeezed it. “That will be nice, Gwen.”
Gwendolyn’s nose wrinkled. “Only Prudence calls me that.”
Judith laughed. “Very well, Gwendolyn. I wonder what your johns will call you? Doll? Sweetness? Baby?” Her grin grew with each one.
“Bitch? Cunt?” Gwendolyn offered, thinking of some that were worse.
“Maybe.” Judith shrugged. “Don’t let it bother you, though. They only call you that to make themselves feel mighty.”
Gwendolyn thought she understood that. Her teacup still trembled with her hand. Judith put her hand atop Gwendolyn’s, stilling it.
“It won’t be that bad,” Judith tried to assure her. “I mean, it might be bad, but it won’t last. Think of it like stubbing your toe. It really, really hurts for a minute and then, you don’t even remember you did it. It’ll be like that, I hope,” she murmured, sipping her tea again.
For the first time, Gwendolyn was concerned about what would happen. She knew the mechanics, knew it would hurt, but she hadn’t thought that it might be a deeper pain. The way Judith spoke of her uncle…it wouldn’t be like that, would it?
“Thank you,” she said, setting her cup in the sink and returning to her room, less sure than when she left it.

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#MidWeekTease - Blue Moon House: Whore #erotic #bdsm

Hello all! I just turned in my MS for the next Blue Moon House book. Lynn's story is currently titled Whore as that is what she is. She has her reasons for taking up the profession and others for remaining in it. Here's an encounter with a special customer.

“Are you afraid of me, girl?”

She opened her mouth but nothing came out. His mouth covered hers, and she couldn't answer if she'd been able. His tongue savagely roamed her mouth and she gasped for air when he broke the kiss.
“Now, let's see what you can handle.”
Lynn's fear intensified. He must mean to hurt her. But if so, why hadn't Sophia warned her? She almost fell over when he started fondling her sex. When had she become wet? How was she building so quickly when he frightened her? She leaned back enough to brace her bound hands on the wall, trying to hold herself up while her knees shook and gave out.
James didn't stop with her collapse. Instead he sat her on the corner of the bed and watched her thrash.
Her voice returned at last, her hips trying desperately to avoid his fingers. “Please,” she begged. “Please stop.” She sobbed and screamed louder, her muscles kinking and cramping as they coiled ever tighter. She thought her arms were coming out of their sockets, that she might urinate uncontrollably. Most powerful, she thought she was losing her mind.
The next thing she could comprehend was pain. She had bitten her tongue and the metallic tang of blood sobered her. This was followed with intense burning and tingling in her arms, like they had fallen asleep. It took a bit longer to realize her arms and ankles were no longer tied. The reprieve was short, however, as James lashed each forearm to its corresponding shin. The result brought her knees level with her breasts and James needed only push to open them wide.
He left her exposed sex for a moment, instead pinching one of her nipples hard and holding it that way. It hurt enough to bring tears, but the pain ebbed slowly despite the fact that his hold didn't ease.
She was just over the worst of the pain when he started working her sex again. For the first time, it was his cock that fucked her overstimulated pussy. She pulled against the ropes and screamed louder and longer.
He slowed his thrusts, releasing her nipple and she cried out at the burning sensation running through it. It wasn't exactly painful, but very intense. He made her twitch every time he brushed it, and she started whimpering again.
“You aren't even halfway, yet,” he said, and when she managed to crack open her eyes, his gaze wasn't malicious, wasn't furious. It was passionate.