The Shattered Blog Tour

Come join me as I celebrate the release of Shattered by visiting several amazing blog sites. There will be several reviews, excerpts and all kinds of goodies. A huge thank you to Shelly Lazar, my Book Manager and all around great gal. I love working with the teams at Shattered finalBooktrope and am so excited moving into the future. Stop by and say hello if you have the time.

SYNOPSIS

When there’s nowhere to run, no way to hide…

Hiding. That’s exactly what movie star Hunter Reynolds has been doing his entire life, preferring to wear a mask made because of his perfected image. An action star, he’s Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor and a real ladies’ man, but prefers the company of men. If discovered, the scandal will end his illustrious career. Unfortunately he has enemies who will stop at nothing to expose him for the man he truly is. While he adores Taylor, his live-in lover and best friend, they aren’t in love and Hunter refuses to be seen in public with him. When Hunter is brutally attacked, he’s uncertain he will ever work in Hollywood again. Sadly, his doctors may be unable to repair the damage. Angry and bitter, Hunter pushes everyone out of his life, including Taylor. Hunter is merely the latest victim in a series of horrific crimes targeting gay entertainers.

MacGyver Donovich is a reporter for the LA Herald, who has written stories on each of the victims, and is anxious to talk with Hunter. From the moment he meets the rough-hewn man who exudes sexuality along with a choking self-loathing, MacGyver is fascinated and a strained friendship develops. Determined to get to the bottom of the attacks, Mac pens a series of edgy columns in an attempt to egg on the perpetrator.

Entering into a pact to hunt down the person responsible, both Mac and Hunter realize it’s only a matter of time before the assailant strikes again. As they grow closer given their respective haunted pasts, a series of new threats are issued and both men are forced to confront their demons. As the race to find the perpetrator ensues, Mac and Hunter finally discover what they’d been missing in life—love. But is it simply too late?

Secrets and lies and whispers of the past…

Never forget.

June 29th
MM Good Book Reviews
https://mmgoodbookreviews.wordpress.com/
Review & Guest Post

June 30th
Anything But Vanilla Book Blog
https://www.facebook.com/Bookreviewsandtakeovers
Review & Promo

July 1st
Loves All Things Books
http://lovesallthingsbooks.blogspot.com/
Excerpt

July 2nd
A Fangirl Wonderland
http://afangirlwonderland.blogspot.com.au
Review

July 3rd
Fictional Rendezvous Book Blog
http://fictionalrendezvousbookblog.blogspot.com/
Promo

July 6th
Dani’s Book Reviews
www.danisbookreviews4.tumblr.com
Review

July 7th
Shelly Lazar

Books, Booze, and BDSM
http://booksboozeandbdsm.com/
Review

July 8th
A Closet Full Of Books
http://www.aclosetfullofbooks.com
Review & Excerpt

July 9th
cheekypee reads and reviews
http://cheekypeereadsandreviews.blogspot.co.uk/
Review & Excerpt

July 10th
BFD Book Blog
http://bfdbookblog.net
Review & Excerpt

July 12th
Naughty Book Eden
http://naughtybookeden.blogspot.com.au/
Excerpt

My Secret Romance
www.mysecretromancebookreviews.com
Review

July 13th

Sexy Bibliophiles
http://sexybibliophiles.com
Review

Bloggers From Down Under
http://bloggersfromdownunder.com/
Review

Thanks so much and let me know what you think!

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

Shattered Blog Tour

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Let’s Talk Fantasy…

Shall we? I’m an author. I’ve been writing since I was five years old. Yep, believe it or not. I’d written 16 novels by the time I was 14 and no, none of them were polished enough to be published. However, I had some wonderful advice back in the day and I continue to pen stories that so many readers seem to love. After life taking precedence, I began writing in earnest five years ago. As many of you know, I’ve published just about 200 stories or novels since then through various publishers and some self-pubbing. The ride has been thought provoking, wonderful, disconcerting and educational. The publishing industry has Corporal Domination from Tropechanged significantly since I began even five years ago.

What hasn’t changed are readers who desire to be taken away from their every day lives, the basic drudgery of paying bills, dealing with sickness and troubles with family and friends. Books, movies, music, and art allow an escape into another world. As artists, we provide the good old fashioned fantasy. Turn on your television set or go to a movie. What do you see? Fantasies played out on the big screen. Tales of mystery and horror, lust and love have been around for decades. We need the escapism. We long for a better life. We live vicariously because of the imaginations of others. There are those who don’t like certain genres. I totally understand. We’re able (at least as Americans) to watch or read what we’d like. Thank GOD we live in such a society.

Do I live the various aspects of adventures in my books? Are you kidding me? Writers create a different world, nothing more. We express our joys, frustrations, anger and sadness through words penned on a page. This is called fantasy. Our writings often have nothing to do with who we are inside and certainly don’t reflect our basic morality. I kill people in thrillers. Do I condone? Let me scratch my head on this one. What I write is called entertainment, nothing more.

Enough of my soap box today. I have a story being re-published from Booktrope, a publishing company I’m so proud to write for as well as being the Managing Director of two fabulous imprints – Edge and Entice. I hope you enjoy.

CORPORAL DOMINATION

I am Alexander—a teacher, a scoundrel, a voyeur and a true entrepreneur. In my world there’s little left to the imagination. That is, if you dare to taste what only I can offer. Welcome to The Peeping Hole, where every fantasy you’ve ever desired will come true, if you believe in a little magic. Leave your inhibitions at the door and join us. But you must remember, whatever happens here stays here and trust me, I will know…

Kade Thompson groused as he stared out the window of his office. Damn, the week had been long, and arduous at best, and there was still so much work to do. Another sixty-hour week and he was exhausted, longing for a bottle of vodka. He was just about as pissed off as he could be. Somehow he knew his increasing anger had zero to do with long hours. Then again, every client had been a pain in the ass recently. Glancing back at his computer screen, he was at least grateful the list of files was getting smaller, but shit, how many more clients was his workaholic boss going to take on? They weren’t freaking surgeons, after all. They were merely accounting personnel, hired to make certain the uberwealthy stayed that way. Yeah, so some considered him powerful. As if his suggestions could change lives.

Granted, they often did. However, he wasn’t fooled by their words of adulation or the many rather interesting offers that were funneled his way, especially during audit season. He could handpick just about any man or woman and in truth, not a single one of them had ever swayed him. He was a consummate professional, taking his job very seriously—maybe too seriously. That’s why he made the big bucks. Right? He snickered. Life was… Hell, he didn’t want to even think about anything outside of work.

Rubbing his eyes, he realized he should shut his damn mouth, given the fact he made a hefty salary, but he couldn’t help but think about the fact there was more to life than sitting behind a solid mahogany desk. The thought giving him a chuckle, he glanced at his watch and decided to call it a day. Hell, it was Friday after all. The rich people could wait until next week. He wanted to enjoy a quiet weekend. You mean a boring weekend. Crap. Yeah. That’s exactly what he meant. He’d been promising himself a kick-ass vacation, but to date, work had taken precedence.

He allowed his mind to wonder about sex. Glorious sex. God, he was damn horny. He wanted to be strapped down, flogged and fucked. Then he wanted to have the moment start all over again. Closing his eyes, he envisioned Trevor’s naked and powerful body looming over him with a whip in his hand, ready to dole out his much-deserved Entice m:m logopunishment. Hell, he’d been doing anything and everything to try and get the man to simply turn him over his knee and spank the crap out of him. Somehow he knew the glorious event was never going to happen.

No, Trevor Willis was many things, including being a fabulous lover when he took the time to be, but he wasn’t a Dom. Period. Nope. No matter how many hints he’d thrown or the actual conversations they’d had together, Kade could tell the man simply didn’t have it in him. He’d moved to his desires to have a ménage next and the guy had simply told him no. Now he laughed. “No” was one of Trevor’s favorite words. He said no to days off and no to vacations or even full nights together. Then there was no to telling his family about their relationship and no to going out together with friends. No. No. No! Kade was freaking sick of no’s.

He allowed the vision of Trevor to enter into his mind and he was instantly turned on. His attraction to the strapping black man wasn’t just about sex. They were equals on so many levels, from intellectually to how they grew up. They enjoyed the same sports, could carry on a conversation about anything for hours. Yeah, he had it bad for the man, but there were flaws in the concept. First, Trevor was his boss and secondly, there was the issue Kade craved a stronger man and a dominating relationship.

Groaning, he threw his things into his briefcase and walked out of his office, closing the door with a soft click. There were a few diligent employees left at seven on a Friday night, but very few. He stood quietly, pushing back his lurid thoughts. Garnering control, he yanked at his tie and sighed. Exhaustion was settling in. Tonight he was going to go home, grab a stiff drink and watch a game before nodding off early. Such a glorious life he led.

Kade inched toward the elevator when an ominous and very sultry voice caught his attention, stopping him in his tracks as the deep timbre always did. The sound also forced his cock to twitch every time, and tonight, the muscle was aching like a son of a bitch.

“Kade, I’d like to see you in my office before you go.”

Turning sharply to the sight of his boss, dressed to the nines in a slick Armani suit and silk tie that had to cost more than his Gucci leather briefcase, he groaned inwardly. “Yes, sir.” As he trailed behind the hulking giant, he realized he was sulking. Why the hell was he sulking? Oh yeah, he knew why. The two of them shared an on-again, off-again kink fest and lately, he was tired of playing second fiddle to everything, especially the man’s business.

Trevor was a sculpted black man with a spectacular body and the sexiest eyes he’d ever seen. He also had a thick dick Kade loved to suck on for hours. Shuddering, he brushed a bead of sweat from his brow and stood quietly, awaiting the usual last-minute instructions.

“Close the door if you don’t mind,” Trevor said as he sat down on the edge of his desk.

Mumbling under his breath, he closed the door and set his briefcase down. He had a terrible feeling the exchange was going to take longer than five minutes. There’d even been some berating lately since his numbers were down. He so didn’t appreciate the terse words, especially given the hours he was working. He was damn good at what he did. Kade had also brought in some of the richest clients during his tenure. What could his boss be complaining about? “What can I do for you, boss?”

“Hmmm… You have more and more insolence in your voice around me. I’m beginning to think you actually want to be written up for insubordination.”

“Me?” There was no way to tell if the man was kidding based on the odd look that crossed his face. “I…no. I’ll try and have a better attitude. So, what’s up? Something I can do for you?” This was a bit unusual even for Trevor’s ever-changing moods.

“All right. Yes you can, so apology accepted. Come here.”

Narrowing his eyes, Kade nodded and walked closer, continuing to try and figure out what was on the man’s mind. They hadn’t been out on a date in at least six weeks and the last time they’d had sex was… Hell, when was it? Closing the distance, he stood within a foot of the gorgeous man and had to resist stroking his groin. Not a single employee knew of their “special” relationship, nor did he truly believe any of them thought the ex-linebacker could be gay. “What do you want? Or maybe I should ask, what can I do for you, boss?” A full minute passed by and Kade was sweating.

Trevor spread his legs wide open and quickly wrapped his hand around the man’s arm, dragging him forward until they were nose to nose. “What do I want? Another caustic set of words. Interesting. I want many things, including hot sex from you.” With one hand, he cupped Kade’s chin, bringing his face closer. Capturing the man’s mouth, he instantly pressed his tongue inside and slid his other arm around Kade’s waist, pulling him into the heat of his body.

Shuddering, he’d been craving the intimate touch from his lover so damn much lately and yet, every other thought had been about finally breaking off the relationship. No matter how sizzling their passion was, this was about sex and little else. Pillow talk was not a partmore bondage of their time together and there had been no sense of a relationship. Still, as his heart raced and as he felt the way the man’s cock stiffened as their kiss continued, he wanted so many things. Maybe one more night together before he broke everything off would be okay, even good for both of them. Then again, he could get fired. Great. Visions of the unemployment light shifted into the back of his mind.

Breaking the kiss, he brushed his thumb back and forth across Kade’s lips roughly then glanced at the floor. “Suck my cock.”

“What?” This was out of the blue.

“You heard me.”

“Here?” The request shocked the hell out of him. Never in the months they’d been playing and fucking had the man ever even so much as kissed him in the office. There were too many gossips and prying eyes to risk water cooler fader. There wasn’t a single client who would ever understand a gay relationship. Not one. They’d be the laughingstock of town if discovered.

“Right here and right now. Remember who’s in charge.” Shifting slightly, he pushed both sides of his suit jacket back and gave Kade a commanding look. “As in now.”

In charge? Only in business. Darting a quick look over his shoulder at the closed door, he dropped to his knees and licked his lips. Still, he hesitated. Visions of their faces plastered in the local newspaper and even on television raced back and forth in his befuddled brain.

“Don’t keep me waiting or there will be hell to pay,” Trevor said quietly.

Okay, so he was serious. He could do this. Uh-huh. He inched closer. Fumbling with Trevor’s belt buckle and button, he finally managed to free the man’s rock-hard cock and did what he always did, he moaned. The muscle was long and thick and drove him into pure ecstasy every time he was fucked like a wild horse. “Yes. Been too damn long.”

“You’re hungry. I like that.”

“God, yes.” Glancing up at the man, Kade grinned before dragging his tongue around the top of his cockhead. His nerves seemed to melt away.

“I can tell you’re going to be a tease tonight.”

“Just the way you enjoy.” Taking the tip into his mouth, he sucked as he eased his one hand around the base of his shaft and rolled Trevor’s balls in his fingers with the other. He’d spent countless hours on his knees sucking the man as they watched television or before sharing dinner, so he knew exactly what the hunk enjoyed. This was an art to him, one he relished in being able to share. Savoring the musky flavor of him, he inhaled deeply as his own cock pushed hard against the tight confines of his pants.

“Oh yeah. You’re right. It’s been too damn long.” Pushing Kade’s head down gently, he continually brushed his fingers through the man’s long hair, tugging as he lowered his head and growled.

He pulled out the tip and almost greedily licked down the underside of the man’s thick dick until he reached his balls. Swirling the tip of his tongue around the tender sac, he took first one then the other ball into his mouth, sucking with just enough pressure he heard Trevor’s breathing becoming ragged. Purring, he raked his nails up and down the length of Trevor’s shaft as he continued licking and sucking, closing his eyes and longing for so much more.

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

PURCHASE LINK

http://www.amazon.com/Corporal-Domination-Cassandre-Dayne-ebook/dp/B0106VPARA/

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Living and Writing on an Alternative Lifestyle…Difficult?

Perhaps I’m a bit on my soapbox today. This week has been interesting to say the least. For those who know me from my blogs or interactions on Facebook, you know I hold nothing back. I don’t mind sharing the good, bad and the ugly of being an author or details about my personal life. I have nothing to be embarrassed about as we all face difficulties through our years on this earth. I pull no punches, whether with my writing or those around me. Often I get myself into trouble simply by my facial expressions. Okay, I accept this ‘trait’ about myself and have embraced that I’m a bit different finally after decades. Lone SurvivorYep, dating myself. That’s okay. With age comes wisdom, right? Hmmm…

What I continue to have trouble grappling my mind around are those who simply don’t allow others to enjoy their life. In writing stories, I’m able to give a rather vivid image of another world. Whether we’re talking the beaches of St. Martin (an utterly incredible place) or about those sharing in a D/s (Domination and submission) lifestyle, I so enjoy bringing you a taste of something you might never experience. Then there are those who condemn even the very words printed on a page. Why? Because we fear what we don’t understand.

Yes, this I normal. I have no idea about the life of those living in South Africa, the trials and tribulations they’re required to face every single day. I don’t and can’t understand the strife downtrodden and homeless people are forced to endure. I can’t begin to comprehend bloody wars those face in foreign countries. I’ve lived a fairly normal and happy life in terms of these aspects above – but I can appreciate and hopefully learn from their woes. I also try and learn from mistakes other make as well as my own. I’ve been so lucky to be able to pen stories depicting alternative lifestyles. I do so with joy in my heart and at least some education as to their every day tasks. I can never learn every nuance, but I appreciate and respect. Respect. This is a word that seems foreign to so many.

Authors live and breathe their stories. They worry over what some might consider insignificant details including cultures in distant lands. If we don’t research what we’re
trying to write about, trust me, we’ll be called to the carpet. I was talking with one of my fellow authors at Booktrope on my radio show the other day. William Prystauk is not only an extremely intelligent and amazing author, he’s a fascinating man. He was very SE Rise Simmeringopen about the fact he’s experienced and enjoys aspects of the BDSM lifestyle and has since he was very young. He knew at the age of six he was a bit ‘different’. I appreciate his candor and applaud the fact he doesn’t hide behind a mask we all seem to be required to given our respective careers.

Blood Letting is the kind of book many readers might shy away from. Why? The graphic nature of the crimes involved within the story, as well as the depictions of a true BDSM lifestyle are unsettling. Yet they are very real. He takes his research seriously, having spent time talking with members of law enforcement as well as those within the BDSM community. He may share in various aspects of BDSM, but he doesn’t consider himself an expert. He’s a professional writing a story he spent decades bringing to his readers. His work is paying off. This book is selling, but he’s had his share of naysayers as I have.

Dale Rierson uses his experience as a firefighter to bring gritty stories to his works. Simmering is moving up the charts, as it should. Amazing story. Scarlet Darkwood has a true understanding of the mentally ill. Her stories involve an insane asylum decades ago and the stories are incredible, but not necessarily for the feint of heart. Christian Jensen, my co-author for several brutal stories, might be seen as demented, given his graphic horror stories. However, I know the man inside. He’s amazing in his gifts and I’m so lucky to call him a friend. Margie Church writes poignant m/f as well as m/m piecesperf5.500x8.500.indd and is critically acclaimed. I’ve learned so much from her as a woman as well as her because of her writing ability. I respect and value her words. Sadly, her new cover isn’t finished yet or I’d share.  Sharita Lira and I have shared thoughts about m/m stories for years and I’m so happy she’s a part of Booktrope. She’s so talented. These are a few of the hundreds of authors I’m so happy to have learned from during my writing career.

I’ve had critiques from many who don’t understand why I write what I do. Penning stories about Domestic Discipline and Domination and submission fascinates me. The people who live these lifestyles every day are your next door neighbor or the PTA mom down the street. They pay bills and worry about the overcrowded school their kids are going to next year. They experience undying love and death, the loss of a job and arguments. They long for a vacation to the islands, when they can barely afford food. In other words, they are just like everyone else. They also hope for a better future.

We either read every day or watch a news program about strife in other countries. We might learn from the broadcast, but there is no way we can understand given we aren’t required to life in horrific conditions. In America, we’re very lucky – VERY lucky. We’re able to choose, for the most part, who we are and what we want to do in life. We’re able to go to the movies, take our kids to the park and feel relatively safe. We enjoy pizza and beer with our buddies on football Sunday and go out with the girls to a club, drinking margaritas as we dance away the night. Yes, we are lucky in so many ways.

The very moment I was accepted by a publisher, bringing my first sexy piece to the public, I was overjoyed and I realized I’d receive criticism. As a woman working in two professions, I’ve come to expect those who refuse to listen to anything I’m saying. However, I will always fight for and believe in the system of equality, no matter what you do behind closed doors. Writing in so many genres is an utter joy for me. I’m so happy when a Dom or a girl who really wants to tell her husband she needs a spanking, takes the The girl in style 30 on an armchairtime to tell me that my blog or story helped him or her gain courage to voice their needs. I write because I have to, the words burn within me and have since I was five – yes, five years old. I started writing books at twelve, having written sixteen by the time I was fourteen.

I can’t story thinking about stories in the middle of the night, sharing and providing an insight to amazing locations, incredible lives.

I’ve learned so much over the years talking to couples in same sex relationships, Doms and their submissives, members of law enforcement, firefighters and marines. These are merely a few of those who’ve opened up their hearts, souls and lives to talk with me. I’m forever grateful and I think that by learning about who they are as well as their hopes and fears, I’ve become a much better author. I’m very open minded and value others who are as well. Alternative lifestyles aren’t for everyone, whether in books or in real life. I get that. I don’t condemn readers who chastise my m/m pieces because they really want to read them, but can’t accept gay marriage. That’s fine. I never wanted to have human children. I have furry kids who I adore and shower affection on. Does that make me abnormal? Well…

I’m so grateful to be a part of a community in which I can allow my imagination to flow freely. Freedom of speech means being able to do so in writing as well and hopefully, I BL Morticia Under the Gunprovide a glimpse of a fantasy. Must like Fifty Shades or any Tom Clancy book, we’re all looking for escapism. I give thanks every day for the world around me and the fact I can make my own choices. Just a reminder, many are unable to. My advice, pick up a book and enjoy the worlds invented by creative minds. Don’t overthink.

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

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When You’re the…Lone Survivor

I’m so very proud to bring a taste of one of my authors in the Edge Imprint with Booktrope. As Managing Director of both, I’m given the gift of working with so many amazing and very talented people. This guy, this evil and very tantalizing writer is not only my co-author on several books, I’m lucky enough to call him my friend. Enjoy his first release with Booktrope.

LONE SURVIVOR

How do you defend yourself against an eight foot tall, four hundred pound monster that can flip over a car or smash through the walls of your house? What happens when the bullet meant to liquefy its brain just bounces off the too-thick skull? How can you keep your loved ones safe from an unstoppable, hulking beast intent on smashing your body to pulp and cracking open your brain pan to get at the juicy grey matter inside?

These are the questions I asked myself every day as I sat down to write Lone Survivor. My name is Christian Jensen, and I love to slaughter the innocent and invent new and more Lone Survivorderanged ways to destroy their bodies and end their lives. I like to go a little more extreme. I’m dark, dangerous, and disturbed which is something my writing reflects. I’ve written zombie novels before. I’ve lived through their dead eyes and felt the agony of death as it slowly ruined my body, as it decayed my flesh and liquefied my organs. I’ve felt the tug of bloat stretching my skin and watches as bones popped through bloodlessly. I’ve hungered for brains, for revenge, and for justice. And I wanted MORE.

I wanted to put a monster in a book that was as close to unstoppable as possible and still be realistic. Millions of people believe in cryptids, especially Bigfoot, and I knew he’d be an incredible addition to my world. I wanted to test the man who fought so hard to be the Lone Survivor of a heinous apocalypse, to torture him beyond the typical zombie threat. I needed to pit him against a beast that would defy logic and push him to the limits.

But I wanted to do it in the most gut wrenching way possible. So I had Jim and Bigfoot form an alliance, a friendship if you will, and then I took that away from them. Its one thing to fight a gigantic monster turned zombie, it’s another thing when said zombie monster was a buddy. Now that your ally is your most dangerous threat, whatcha gonna do?

I’ll offer up the synopsis for Lone Survivor and follow that with an excerpt. I hope it thrills you enough to pick up a copy, and when you do I sincerely hope you love it. Thank you!

Synopsis: One man. One Bigfoot. One billion zombies.

In the land of the dead, reanimated corpses hunt through the shadows. Man has turned against man in an unforgiving apocalypse where only death can thrive. When there is no one left to trust, nowhere left to turn, you have to fight to make it another day just to become the Lone Survivor.

Jim has been making through the apocalypse on his own. A chance encounter with the mythical creature known as Bigfoot gives him an inadvertent ally, but Jim quickly learns that friendships made after the end of the world don’t last long.

After Bigfoot gets bitten by a zombie during a bloody fight, the man-ape begins to turn. Now there’s more dangerous things out there than the festering corpses of man, and it’s eight feet tall and weighs more than four hundred pounds.

When fate throws Jim yet another curve ball, this time in the form of two damaged female survivors, Jim must decide if he is going to help them survive, or leave them to fend for themselves. Will Jim finally become part of a group, or remain a Lone Survivor?

Excerpt:

Sarah saw me first and immediately broke away from the other two. She managed to get her muscles coordinated enough to rush me, swollen arms extended and leaking a clear fluid from the blisters that separated each layer of her rotting flesh. She was missing two fingers on her right hand, but such handicaps don’t affect the dead. As she rushed toward me, her mouth opened and closed hard enough to clack her surprisingly white teeth at me. I could see the black tongue rolling around in preparation of my succulent flesh, and the near orgasmic gleam in her eyes. Apparently, Sarah really thought I was going to be delicious.

I stepped to the side just as she came within striking distance. While she continued on a straight path, I moved safely out of her reach and simultaneously brought the blunt end of the hammer down on the back of her skull. I caught her right on the crown where the skull is the hardest. Experience has taught me that with enough force, I can shatter the bone Edge-Logo-whiteinto a couple dozen pieces and destroy the brain stem with a single shot. I mentioned that I’m a big man, and the angle with which I can strike and the force I can generate is devastating.

Sarah fell to the ground and twitched once. Her body shut down permanently, and her final resting place became the shoulder of a county road. The force of the fall split her stomach open and the morning became filled with the fabulous aroma of decomposing organs. There was a small gush of liquid, and the expulsion of pent-up gases sent everything spraying across the leaves and weeds. Luckily, momentum carried her far enough away to keep my own boots out of the critical zone.

Ted was the next to arrive. I was holding the hammer at waste height and backhanded it directly into his face. The orbital sockets shattered and his face caved in. The blunt part of the weapon struck his spinal column with enough force to sever it. Ted was dead.

Uncle Jim shambled up next. I spun the hammer in my hand and gave him the claw end, connecting it directly with the back of his head. I separated the spine from the skull, and he dropped on top of Ted before his dead brain could even process it.

Poor little Conner stood around four feet tall and wore a set of pajamas with cartoonChristian characters on them. You can’t feel sorry for the little kid zombies because they’re just as deadly as the adults. With most of his stomach torn open, the shirt fluttered against his exposed ribs. He growled once, tripped over Sarah, and fell flat on his face. I took two steps forward and brought the hammer down on the back of his little skull. Four up and four down. Ted, Sarah, Jimmy, and Conner all put to bed nice and neat.

Where can you get this book? Well, for just $2.99 you can be the proud owner of my exciting horror novel on Kindle and Nook.

Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Lone-Survivor-Christian-Jensen-ebook/dp/B00YBN2SQQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1433156910&sr=1-1&keywords=lone+survivor+christian+jensen

Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/lone-survivor-christian-jensen/1122001980?ean=2940151273534

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Introducing Several Edge and Entice Imprint Authors from Booktrope

I’ve been asked recently – what is Booktrope? Booktrope is a publishing company that is an innovator in the field. The team concept, consisting of Editors, Proofreaders, Cover Designers and Book Managers is without question the best scenario I’ve ever seen. Booktrope is changing the face of the industry one book at a time. As Bethany Halle, I’m lucky enough to be the Managing Director of two Imprints – Edge and Entice. Entice is spicy erotic and Edge brings you thrillers, horror and BDSM based pieces designed to keep you on the edge of your seat. I’m so thrilled to present several books that are either in publication or soon to be. Take a peek and get ready for a wild ride.

Kennedy Kelly – The Right Kind of Love

Damaged, but not broken, Sydney Summers picks up her life and moves halfway across the country. After a tragic event that has rocked her to the core, she is determined not to let it taint her future. Her entire world is turned on its axis when her new roommate isn’t the person she thought they would be. Making the best of the situation, like she always does, she trudges forward and learns that, although life may not seem perfect all the time, Kennedy Kelly Right kind of Loveit can end up being pretty damn good. Damien Blue, a tattoo artist by day and a musician by night, is a man-whore. With a revolving bedroom door, he knows no limits when it comes to women. Then he meets his game-changer. Everything he knew before is completely and utterly turned upside-down when he can’t keep the one woman he thinks is too good for him from his mind or his heart. When fate rears its ugly head again, will they be able to come together as one, surviving their hot and cold relationship? Will Sydney be able to let go of her past and fight for their future? Together, will they be able to find The Right Kind of Love?

SE Rise – Simmering

Who would you rather find in your bedroom, a steamy hose-wielding fireman or a dangerously obsessed ex-boyfriend? What if you found both? Romance writer Allison Fairchild is growing frustrated with her first attempt at Erotica until she reads a well-SE Rise Simmeringtimed magazine article. What working man makes the best lover? The article sparks an idea and her eyes are irresistibly drawn to the top-ranked firemen just across the street. It might be coincidence or driven by fate but it is all the motivation she needs. Ali has herself assigned to a firehouse and is committed to doing her job; getting incredible sex stories from actual firefighters and, in the process, try not to become one. At least that’s her intention until she meets the Captain, a by-the-rules professional with an enticing off-duty wild streak. Ali and the Captain put their wills to the test to resist the chemistry heating up between them. But unbeknownst to Ali, her cheating ex-boyfriend has set his eyes upon her again and if he can’t have her, no one can.

Victoria Bright – The Daring Assignment

I didn’t mean to hurt anyone, especially him… I was living the dream. I had a great career as a romance author, a successful boyfriend, and am the daughter to a New York power couple. With my standing, my family groomed me to be perfect. Despite having it all, Victoria Bright The Daring Assignmentsomething was still missing. In an attempt to break away from my privileged, suffocating life, I was in pursuit of finding my own path to happiness. After my literary agent gave me a risky writing assignment, I set out to write a best-seller that took me completely out of my comfort zone and into the arms of another man. He was only supposed to be a research toy, falling in love wasn’t a part of the plan. As I become tangled into a huge web of lies, I quickly find out that I have a life changing decision to make. Do I choose to continue living a life of comfort, stability, and misery or do I take a chance on the unknown to preserve my happiness?

Scarlet Darkness – Pleasure House

Asylums are for the insane, a place where outcasts live and die, where rule-breakers are broken. Strange inhabitants live in secrecy behind locked doors. Lips never speak of what’s seen or heard.

The girl in style 30 on an armchairUnlike the others, The House has one secret it shares with special occupants.

Those admitted for transgressions of the flesh are embraced, their curiosity welcomed, their behaviors rewarded. Roles of domination and submission are taught with equal vigor, and those who leave emerge whole and stronger than ever.

Rose discovers this truth when she’s sent to The House for the treatment of her erotomania. In a time where modesty and prudence are revered, the experience shatters tradition, leaving her with forbidden knowledge few women possess. When she finds herself in the arms of a formidable lover, the gauntlet is thrown, and power unleashes power.

BL Morticia – Under the Gun

Camdyn Hardy is a former cop turned private investigator who has just suffered a setback. The man he loved, his partner in life and work, left him for a woman after caught by a client in a heated moment. He’s always known Tay was on the down low, but because of his feelings, he didn’t think their relationship would end so abruptly. Now, he is searching for another partner one fully out the closet and willing to work and live together in a committed relationship. What few know is that his affinity for guns goes beyond shooting BL Morticia Under the Guntargets at the range. Camdyn desires more and wishes for his new lover to embrace his edgy desires.

Malik Day is a newly discharged army officer dismissed for beating up a couple of gay bashers when they attacked a closeted cadet. Unfortunately, the money he has saved is not enough to live on his own, and he’s forced to move back in with his bible thumping parents, who with every turn shun his devilish ways. Their disdain pushes Malik to the brink and he leaves their home for the shooting range. After his session, he meets Camdyn Hardy and the two engage in a private conversation. Once they do, Malik discovers Camdyn has the key to his happiness. One, he needs a partner for his firm as well as in life and two, he’s looking for a man unafraid to show his true colors. Though both men know this, they’re unable to make their feelings completely known until the end, when they discover their mutual affection for weapons as well as their desire to play the dangerous game of mixing business with pleasure.

Are you enticed yet? I’ll be highlighting more over the next few days…

Kisses and spanks

Cassandre

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What If You Have Little Time Left…

We would all like to think we have plenty of time to do the things we want to do. How often do you push aside your dreams, simply because life interferes? Have you sat back and wondered – where do those five years go? We all have. Very few of us live life to the fullest. We also worry about the smallest details and about what other people thing. STOP. Remember, you have only one life and it’s very precious.

I’m bringing many of my books to Booktrope and some very special pieces are being re-released first. This book may be a bit unsettling, but I think the life these men share will give  you hope. Coming to Booktrope officially on June 15th, although the Amazon version is in release…

PRAYING FOR TIME

What if a single secret shared between friends could destroy everything?

Russell Willis adores Jake Timmons and while their relationship has its ups and downs, they are happy, healthy and living life the way they’ve always dreamed. A well-respected architect, Russell has plans for the future, which include marriage, but in a single moment, his visions are shattered—Jake is gravely ill.

While Jake has always kept his emotions and details about his past locked away, the Praying For Time Ebookdiagnosis shuts him down into a world of denial, a refusal to face reality. Unsure of what to do, Russell allows him space until he’s certain his lover is having an affair. Angry and confused, he flees, seeking solace, answers and possibly retribution.

Kyle Bass knows about tragedy. His long-time lover was taken in a drunken driving accident, he’s barely on the healing track, and guilt has changed him forever. When he finds out about Jake’s condition, he offers to help, no matter what he’s asked to do. The request rattles his world. Determined to keep the secret, Kyle is led down an emotional trail until he’s unable to cope. As the scheme turns ugly and he’s accused of betrayal, he struggles with his personal demons.

Unfortunately Jake’s health takes a serious turn for the worse. In his quest to bring Russell home, Kyle is forced to face the truth about undying love. Secrets endured from their respective pasts take a damning toll and yet one hidden treasure remains—an unexpected light in a bleak time, but would the two haunted men grasp onto the only thing able to save them? Sadly, as their respective worlds unravel, they are all praying for time.

EXCERPT

Life is what you make it. Dream and never allow your soul to suffer.

Russell Willis breathed in deeply as he stood on the knoll, drinking his coffee and planning for the future. He couldn’t help but think about his mantra as of late. For some reason the words continued to resonate within him in a way that always made him shiver. He’d been thinking of the very words more often lately and wasn’t certain why. Perhaps because life continued to have twists and turns in the road. No matter, now was the time to forge a new path. This is way past due. He shook his head and drank in the incredible beauty around him.

While the day was going to be long and arduous, at least it was Friday and he had incredible plans for the weekend. Thank God they’d be able to enjoy the outdoors—a favorite. There was nothing like the smell of the crisp morning air and the sight of mist floating across the lake. As the sun crested over the horizon, he squinted and couldn’t wait for summer to arrive. That’s when Smith Mountain Lake was at its finest. Sighing, he turned to face the cabin and grinned like a kid in a candy store. His lover had only placed the finishing touches on their new home one week before. He had to chuckle. New? Hell, they’d been living in the space for almost nine months.

Then again, Jake Timmons was a homebuilder and this was exactly like being a cobbler’s son. But dear God he loved the place. Jake had built an incredible space for them to share. From the long thick timber beams to the oversized stone fireplace, every aspect of the craftsman-style home was a combination of their tastes, an eclectic mix of their combined decorating styles. Now if only they could keep the dream alive.

Sighing, he shook his head. Unfortunately they were already underwater with their mortgage. Between the economy taking away from both of their businesses and the increasing building costs, they could barely pay the majority of their bills. For that reason alone he’d been working nights and weekends trying to finish the single project outline and all the finite details that might turn around their precarious financial position.

Both of them being in the building industry wasn’t the best place to be—at least not right now. Russell took another sip of coffee and nodded toward the lake as the sounds of birds fluttered in the breeze. No matter, life was good. Good enough anyway.

As he walked toward the house, he could hear heavy acid guitar licks of Guns and Roses blaring. Why Jake had an affinity for the metal music, he’d never understand, but at least the heady beat kept the man smiling. He thought about their relationship and shook his head. While it wasn’t perfect, there were moments so amazing he could barely believe they’d found each other. Russell laughed. Somehow sparring in front of forty burly guys about whether a single building had been designed per Russell’s specifications wasn’t the best way to begin a relationship.

close kissThen again, the argument had lasted well into trying to solve their differences over a drink and suddenly they found themselves in bed together, embroiled in passion—on that very night. He’d never done anything so impetuous in his life but jumping into a heated tryst was the damn best decision he’d ever made. Arrogant and opinionated, Jake boiled his blood. As he glanced at his watch he groaned. It was time to get a move on. There were days he never wanted to leave their slice of paradise.

He slid open the patio door and as he walked inside he could hear Jake coughing. The poor guy never became ill and he knew Jake was going to be in a piss-poor mood when they went to the party tonight. Smiling, he drained his coffee and placed the cup in the dishwasher as he thought about Jake’s demeanor. The man had to have everything neat and perfect and very organized. Well, almost everything. Jake even pressed his clothes before hanging them just so in the closet. Yet he was a slob with his truck, leaving fast food wrappers and plastic Coke bottles covering almost every inch. The dichotomy was Russell’s fodder for teasing his lover.

When he walked into the bathroom, the sight of Jake shaving in front of the mirror, completely naked was almost heart stopping. In truth, he could never get over how damn good looking the man was. From Jake’s long curly hair to his broad shoulders, muscular back and the powerful long legs, his lover was sexy as hell. As he lowered his gaze down to Jake’s chiseled ass, he realized he was licking his lips and while he was going to be late for work, he didn’t give a shit. “Well, you look damn good enough to eat this morning.”

Jake eyed him in the mirror as he finished the last long strike of the double-edged blade. Turning on the sink, he ran the razor until water as he grinned. “Really? Something on your mind?” He gave Russell a heated look before tossing the razor onto the counter, lowering his head and splashing water in his face.

Russell inhaled deeply as his cock twitched from the scent of the man alone, intoxicating him until he was breathless. He hadn’t felt this horny in a long time. Their relationship had been strained lately and probably because of their extended work schedules, but it didn’t bode well for their sex life. As he waited while Jake jerked the towel off the rack and dried his face, he shook his head. There was something about the look of Jake this morning that turned him on to the point he was going to allow himself to engage in more than a casual kiss. “I’m hungry and in need.” Said like a caveman, he grunted to finish the request.

“Really?” Raising his eyebrow, Jake placed the towel on the rack, his eyes never leaving the mirror, enabling him to see the bulge in Russell’s pants. “Then I suggest you come here and suck me.” Turning around slowly, he folded his arms as he opened his legs wide, the stance commanding. “Now.”

For some reason, seeing the dominating side of Jake surprised Russell and thrilled the hell out of him. Gulping, he closed the distance and palmed Jake’s chest, feeling the man’s rippling muscles under his fingers. Every inch rock-hard and carved, Jake worked out every day to keep his body perfectly fit and toned. “Suck you?”

“You heard me.” Tilting his head back, Jake grinned as he eyes flashed a touch of darkness. “Now.”

Dropping to his knees, Russell licked his lips as he wrapped one hand around the base of Jake’s cock and slid the other under the man’s balls. Already swollen, the sac was heavy in his hand. “It’s been too long.”

“Then let’s make up for lost time,” Jake growled.

Russell darted his tongue out, swirling the tip around Jake’s cockhead, savoring the muskyEntice m:m logo flavor. He loved giving the man head and could perform the intimate act several times a day. Issuing a long breath, he squeezed Jake’s balls with enough pressure his lover moaned, the guttural sound floating down over his body.

“Damn. Your mouth is so fucking hot.” Gripping Russell’s head, he entwined his fingers in Russell’s hair and simply held him in place. “Suck me hard. I want to cum in your mouth.”

The words fueling his hunger, Russell wrapped his mouth around Jake’s dick, taking him down an inch at a time, his strong jaw muscles clamping around the thick shaft. He’d always thought Jake’s dick was nothing short of perfection and there were days he’d sucked the man in front of the television for a full hour, until Jake couldn’t take the teasing any longer. Sadly, the days were distant memories. Pushing the ugly thought aside, this was going to be a new beginning for both of them.

“Fuck…yes…” Dropping his head, Jake panted as he placed his other hand on Russell’s cheek.

Russell relaxed his throat muscles and took Jake’s shaft all the way down to the base as he rolled his lover’s sac between his fingers. Up and down he moved, drawing Jake’s cock out of his mouth and licking across the slit as he raked his nails down the sensitive underside. “Mmm… Damn good this morning.”

“Don’t tease me. Suck me. I swear to God if you don’t…” His breathing ragged, Jake coughed as his legs trembled.

“Getting to you already? I think I like the thought.” Chuckling darkly, Russell licked all the way down Jake’s shaft and took a swollen ball into his mouth, sucking and savoring the sweet flavor. Moving to the other, he licked around Jake’s testicle as he pumped up and down the length of the man’s dick. He sighed as he took the second ball into his mouth. Oral sex had never been better.

“God. Oh God.”

Russell used the edges of his teeth, grazing up the length of Jake’s shaft slowly before closing his mouth until there was just a pronounced “o” and placed just the tip inside. As he gazed up at Jake, his eyes twinkled. There was no doubt what Jake was going to do. Relinquishing control, he slid his hands around Jake’s muscular thighs and kneaded his ass muscles before taking a single finger and sliding it up and down the crack of Jake’s ass.

“God. You’re so damn bad.” As he began to drive into Russell’s mouth he groaned, the sounds becoming strangled. Harder and faster he thrust, the power of his thighs slapping against Russell’s body. “I love fucking your mouth.” His voice barely audible, Jake tossed his head back and forth.

Russell slipped a single finger in between the cheeks of Jake’s ass and found his puckered hole. Rimming the opening, he longed for his tongue to be there instead. Moments like these were too precious. He pushed the tip just inside and was instantly rewarded with a harsh growl.

“Yyyyyeeesss…” Jake continued plunging hard into Russell’s mouth until his balls slapped against the underside of Russell’s chin, the sound floating into the humid bathroom air. “God…oh…”

As he pushed his finger in deeper, hitting the tight ring of muscle, Russell closed his eyes. He could easily tell his lover was close to coming. Tilting his head back, he clamped around Jake’s cock, sucking fervently as he added two more fingers and drove the entire length of all three into Jake’s ass.

The effect was instantaneous. Jake’s entire body shook as he threw his head back and roared. “Fuck!”

I hope you’ve enjoyed!!

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

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My Special Guest…William D. Prystauk

Penning stories of BDSM is amazing and daunting. Why? Because getting the details correct is vital for a believable story and few authors really dig deep to understand the psyche buried deep within all of us who crave and enjoy the lifestyle When you combine a thriller with aspects of BDSM, the details become much more refined and often difficult to do with skill. My special guest is able to do just that. William is a very talented author, an award winning screenwriter and I’m very proud to say a fellow team member of the Edge Imprint at Booktrope. Take a small taste of…

BLOOD LETTING – William D. Prystauk

When I wrote BLOODLETTING, my hard-boiled crime thriller, I hoped to satisfy those in the fetish community who were sick and tired of seeing how poorly BDSM was portrayed in fiction and mainstream media.

In BLOODLETTING, punk rocker and sadomasochist Denny Bowie, a “legwork guy” for a private investigation firm, is out to find the killer of five masochistic men and his childhood friend, fetish photographer Tommy Heat. He gets back with Penny Dallion, theperf5.500x8.500.indd Goth-girl of his dreams, and is enthralled by the hot and androgynous Erin Marr, his new boyfriend. While investigating Tommy’s murder, Denny discovers pictures missing from Tommy’s meticulous collection. These photos not only hold the key to the killer’s identity, but may also prove Penny’s involvement in the murders.

Embroiled in New York’s vibrant S&M subculture, Denny revisits old haunts: fetish clubs in Greenwich Village to find the killer who’s a step ahead of him – and maybe right behind him.

I had completed the story as an award-winning screenplay in the nineties, and the novel had been finished by 2011. From the reviews I received, I was happy to know that people in the LBGTQ and fetish communities appreciated the work, as well as vanilla readers who stated they finally grasped an understanding of sadomasochism.

Besides relying on my own experiences in the fetish world, from New York City to Philadelphia, I did what every writer should do: research. I wanted BLOODLETTING to hold up, so I revisited my beloved Greenwich Village, interviewed a police officer, a New York homicide detective, and even a court reporter. I also met with a nun, a water department official, and people who could help me with my one character’s southern aesthetic. In addition, I used Google maps and, well, so much more. My one colleague at the university where I teach said that I did more work for this novel than she had conducted for her dissertation.

Writers are responsible for bringing a real world to their fiction. After all, creating a genuine foundation will only enhance the narrative and draw readers deeper into the world we create. Moreover, our words can help fight stigma and misrepresentation. This is why I made certain there was a clear distinction between “safe, sane, and consensual” BDSM and sadistic crime. I hope the book helps nullify some of the fears people have about fetish, kink, sadomasochism, and bondage and discipline because all of these elements have been exploited in fiction and film for far too long.

BIOGRAPHY

Edge-Logo-whiteI’m an award-winning screenwriter, film producer, and teacher in higher education, as well as a published poet and essayist. My novel, Bloodletting, has been adapted from my script of the same name, which won Second Place at the Screenwriters Showcase Screenplay Contest in 2006, and led in the mystery category. To create Bloodletting, I relied on my experiences with BDSM and fetish groups in New York and Philadelphia. Currently, I am an Assistant Professor of English at Kutztown University where I teach business writing, including public relations. (If you love horror, you can find my weekly podcast, “The Last Knock,” on iTunes.)

Links:

Website: http://www.crashpalaceproductions.com
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1Fu9PHS
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/1GhclaJ
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23365977-bloodletting
BLOODLETTING Book Trailer One: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TVNji_G-tSI
BLOODLETTING Book Trailer Two: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glK9DiVIHT8
IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm5464477/?ref_=fn_al_nm_1
Horror Podcast: THE LAST KNOCK on iTunes

Thank you so much for being my guest! 

Kisses and spanks…

Cassandre

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