BOOK REVIEW THORNE: Rose’s Dark Contract: (Book 1)




THORNE: Rose’s Dark Contract: (Book 1)

I wouldn’t normally get a book like this myself

but I won it in a contest so I started reading

(and couldn’t stop)

if you like BDSM, great character development, unknown attractions, and a captivating story line

this will work for you.

Throw in some dark pasts and people learning about themselves and you get one heck of a good story



Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven…the primrose path—Shakespeare

William Thorne is a powerful man with dark needs and a troubled past who doesn’t have the time nor the desire for romantic relationships or notions.

Through meticulous planning and iron-clad contracts, Thorne has managed to maintain a modicum of balance, control, and happiness by employing personal assistants to aid him in all aspects of his professional and personal life.

Sex with no strings attached. Obedience without questions. An arrangement of mutual benefit. No mess. No love. No expectations. Nothing beyond a signed contract.

But when Thorne meets recent music grad, Victoria Rose, the shy and beautiful down-on-her-luck waitress, obsession replaces his carefully constructed thinking. He becomes so fixated on having her, without a full understanding of who she is, that he rushes her contract, making mistake after mistake before the ink even dries. His once neat and controlled existence becomes blurred and smudged.

Can the mistakes he makes be erased from Rose’s dark contract? Or will the damage leave an indelible mark that nobody could have seen coming?

About author


R.B. O’Brien has always been drawn to the more taboo side of storytelling, even as a young adult, from hiding books from strict Catholic parents as a teen to getting lost in the erotic sections of bookstores for hours. As a writer, O’Brien explores the darker, erotic nature of relationships, those riddled with the reality of insecurities and human folly, exposing the vulnerability, emotional turmoil, and occasional pain that can come from losing oneself in the heat of passion.

O’Brien holds a degree in English literature and happily resides in the Northeast of the United States. Her first series, the highly acclaimed Natalie’s Edge trilogy, is now available in ebook format and print, the third of which, Redemption, was nominated for the Golden Flogger Award for best BDSM romance. THORNE, O’Brien’s second dark romance suspense series, Rose’s Dark Contract and Rose’s Dark Secret, is also available now in eprint, a tale where things are not what they seem. Expect Book Three December 2016. O’Brien has just released her award-winning series, formerly the Capture of Rosemary, The IMOGEN series.

“To write is to descend, excavate, to go underground.”—Anais Nin

and as always thanks for reading






BOOK REVIEW Desperately Seeking Sixty-Nine BY J.D. Frettier

on August 27, 2016
Desperately Seeking 69 by J.D. Prettier
What a great and light hearted look at sex, love, Woodstock, and the afterlife.
If you have ever laughed at your family, sex, or the trouble you’ve gotten in to
with your best friend this is the book for you.
Dab10 author
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About JD Frettier
JD Frettier is the nom de plume of USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Theriot. Being a child of the 1960s and Woodstock era, she was elated when a quirky couple spoke to her, requesting their love story be told. It was an offer she couldn’t refuse and so decided to venture into the world of paranormal via “channeling” with her debut novella, Desperately Seeking Sixty-Nine. JD’s laptop and mind are now open to new characters, and she’s already interviewed a new character for a future project.
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as always thanks for reading

Unorthodox Therapy Prerelese Blog



As always I was given two excerpts

one clean and one not so much

so I put both in


Unorthodox Therapy


Release date: 30th June 2016

Genre: Erotic suspense/thriller

Author: Lilah E. Noir

Cover design: Lilah E. Noir

Editing: Heather’s Red Pen Editing Services

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Lina Riley, an inspiring leader of her software development company, is a lady of many strengths and one weakness. A skillful business negotiator, she pays the price of her success with long working hours and a bad smoking habit. It is the one battle this powerful woman just cannot seem to win.

To the world, Thomas Jett seems like the poster boy for nice, respectable guys. A talented programmer and a well-liked colleague, Jett does a good job hiding his secret. Little does anyone know about his dark, lustful side and intense domination urges. Lina has been his weakness and obsession ever since he first stepped into her office for a job interview. He also may be the right man to help her be stronger.

Thomas offers Lina a way to get over her addiction… but she’ll have to fully submit to his authority. Could a woman like Lina surrender to her desires in the hands of a much younger man? Is she strong enough to give him her submission? Does Thomas have ulterior motives? How long can they stay on the edge before someone gets hurt?

Author Biography


Lilah E. Noir is an author of dark erotic novels and stories with elements of taboo, seduction and different aspects of the BDSM spectrum. Her tales are focused on the intricate relationships between people and their rough yet always sensual encounters.

Lilah is an author of Stroker Ace, a menage novella that has been nominated for a Best BDSM Book of 2015 at the Menage category.

Unorthodox Therapy is her debut full-length novel and a first part of a trilogy exploring the nature of addiction.

When she doesn’t write Lilah enjoys creating covers for herself and other



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Excerpt One (Clean) – 940 words

The young man put the cane back in the cupboard and came closer to me. He took a hold of my chin and made me look him straight in the eyes. It was clear his playful mood had evaporated. Thomas caressed my skin with his fingertips as he kept talking. “I’m well aware of what you’re going through, Lina. You make up your mind to finally cut the cord with your bad habit, but then life seems harder without the cloud of smoke around you. Over the years, you’ve learned to associate your bad habit with a sense of peace and quiet. So of course, you long to get back to the state of bliss and so you fail. Each time you fail, it gets harder to resist during the next attempt. Self-denial and pulling yourself together doesn’t work.”

Thanks for the psychoanalysis, Doctor Freud, but you do realize you’re not telling me anything new, don’t you?” I breathed in and closed my eyes. Don’t let him get in your head.

He released my face from his firm grip, and a sudden wave of frustration rushed over me. His warm fingers had made me feel so protected. Protected from what? From him? You’re unraveling. Get out of that nuthouse now before it gets worse!

How exactly do you plan to help me?” I asked and looked down at one of the large pink vibrators.

By conditioning your brain.” Thomas walked around me, and for the second time that evening, his warm palms rested on the back of my neck. What was more irritating? That I allowed him to touch me in all sorts of creepy manners or that I loved it too much to tell him to stop? “You will never succeed if you think of cigarettes as your safe harbor. That is why I’ll use the carrot and stick method to get you in the right frame of mind. It’s crucial that you learn to associate smoking with pain and distress, but I’ll need your submission and obedience for it to work.”

Those two words made my pussy get even slicker and made my erect nipples hurt with longing. But why? What game was he playing?

Forget it, Thomas. If this is some convoluted plan to put me in a humiliating position, you really don’t know me well enough.” My anger and disappointment pushed the lust away and gave me some temporary balance. “Are you in this alone? Or there are other pranksters who wanted to see the boss make a fool of herself?”

Thomas didn’t tremble at my accusation and moved his lips to my ear.

That’s another problem I noticed. You keep all your tension bottled up instead of finding a healthy outlet. You’re obsessed with the thought of being seen as weak and this is your biggest vulnerability. Quite ironic.”

What else, doctor?” I snapped and turned to face him with determination. “What else do you assholes discuss behind my back? Let me guess. I’m a frigid ice queen in serious need of getting laid? Well, you know what? I’ve got absolutely no problem in the sex department. I lead a healthy and normal intimate life. I actually happen to have a very high sex drive. So, please, keep me out of your locker room talk!” It wasn’t entirely true, but he had no business digging into my brain anyway. “You can’t spank the smoking out of me. How about we forget this evening ever happened?”

Do you know what is funny, Lina?” Thomas raised his hands in comic defeat but his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “You’re the one who keeps bringing sex up, naughty girl. I hadn’t mentioned any sexual play yet. Discipline, punishment and rewards can happen entirely without it.” He took a step closer and pressed his lips to my neck. “You should have told me earlier you wanted me, boss.”

Quit joking around.” His kiss and its intensity weren’t a joke at all, though. His lips traced a line down my neck and I had to force myself to think of the least pleasurable things so it wouldn’t affect me. I pushed him away and said in a stern, clipped voice, “I hope this isn’t some sick revenge against your mother. If I wanted to be punished, I would prefer it to be for my own sins. I’ve done too much for you to deserve it, though. Did you really hate me all these years?”

What?” Thomas raised his eyebrows and blinked a few times, completely caught by surprise. “Lina, I never thought I’d hear such a silly assumption from you. My mother doesn’t even look like you. If anything, you’re her total opposite. Besides, she and I are trying to patch things up right now. She’s finally realizing her mistakes. Whatever anger I felt for her is gone.” His hands found their way to my shoulders and he gave me his typical mischievous smile. “I’m deeply grateful for all you do for me. I admire you. That’s why I want to help you deal with your problem. It’s a shame such a strong woman is a slave to nicotine.”

There are much worse addictions, Thomas.” The sudden shame confused my emotions even further. The thought that somehow I hadn’t lived up to his expectations, that I wasn’t a role model, made no sense, but the feeling resurfaced and it hurt.

That is true.” He kissed my forehead in a chaste manner and placed his palms on my shoulders, applying deep pressure. “But there are much better ones as well. I won’t try to persuade you. Do you want my help, Lina?”

Excerpt 2 (Explicit) – 96o words

I felt like someone had lifted the burden of the entire week from my shoulders. My mind was overfilled with emotions raging from relief to lust. Shame had no chance to creep in, but how could I put it all into words when my own body still dominated me, demanding release from the fire of my lust?

I hadn’t realized my vision was blurred with tears until Thomas brushed his thumb below my eyelid and wiped them away. He stroked my cheek with a sympathetic expression and whispered,

There’s no need to say anything, Lina. You’ll figure it out in the process. Just allow yourself to feel now.”

As if I had a choice. Feeling was all I could do. Every small brush over my skin triggered fire straight to my pussy; every whisper of his calm voice caressed my body like both feather and whip.

Please, I…”

The switch flipped and Thomas’s personality shifted from kind to sadistic without warning. He tugged the leash and moved toward the staircase while I was still down on my knees.

It’s time we went upstairs for our training session, pet.”

I tried to get to my feet but Thomas shook his head, tutted and put a hand on my shoulder. He pushed me back to a kneeling position and spoke with a wicked grin.

No, Lina, I want you to get in the mindset of what it’s like to be a sub. Crawl for me, my pet and trust me to lead you.”

This is demeaning.” I whimpered in weak protest.

He didn’t say a word and kept walking, tugging my leash carefully. I didn’t have much of a choice except to do as Thomas commanded. Crawling on the staircase after my self-proclaimed Master on a tight leash was one of the most surreal experiences I’d ever had. My pride wept at the debasement but the sensations were riveting. He was walking without any sign of hesitation in his steps, and every once in a while he muttered what a good pet I was. Those words made my long suffering body and mind feel elated, as if I were floating during the act of surrender.

The next day, my flesh would be sore and stretched but today I was getting further past my inhibitions than ever. I felt brave, adventurous and too aroused to analyze the situation. All I could think at the top of the staircase was how my nipples were as heavy and filled with blood as if he’d restrained them with clamps.

Thomas led me into the kitchen and let my leash drop to the floor as soon as we reached the big round table. The room was so different to the peaceful, sunlit place I remembered from our discussion last Saturday. He had turned the lights off and everything was clouded by the soft velvet embrace of twilight. The only sources of illumination were two tall candlesticks whose small flames cast shadows over my face.

I had been too shocked to notice any small details last week but at that moment, all my senses were heightened. The fragrance of aromatic wax, probably cinnamon, made me tingle with expectation of the surprises Thomas had prepared for me. I closed my eyes to let the anticipation fully sink in and take control of me. Thus, I failed to notice the other objects on the table and yelped in surprise at the familiar bite of the clamps on my already engorged nipples.

I remember you loved them.” Thomas laughed at my panic and slapped my ass playfully when he’d finished adjusting the clamps on my breasts. “Up on your feet now, pet.” He handed me a hair tie once I opened my eyes. “For the next part, tie your hair as tightly as possible. It would be in the way for what I have in mind. Bend over the table. Place your hands palms down next to your head. Spread your legs as wide as you can. I need full access to your pussy.”

How long do I have to wait?” I moaned while I was tying my hair in a messy bun with shaking hands. The pain in my heaving breasts was the final straw, pulling me into an almost hallucinating state of arousal. “Thomas… Sir… I can’t last. I need you so badly. I’m in so much pain. Please, spare me.”

So do I, my pet.” He was hovering over me. He had taken off his pants and underwear and the tip of his throbbing cock nearly pressed against my ass cheek. Thomas was holding himself by the shaft and staring at me with intensity. “The week wasn’t easy for me either.”

My skin was burning brighter than the flames of the candles lighting up my exposed, dripping flesh. This time, he didn’t use any bondage on me save for the symbolic leash, but his steely willpower had me fully restrained. One look and an order with his calm voice and my body turned into a mess of pent-up lust.

A week of holding back added up as well.

I’m scared,” I whispered, and in response, Thomas pressed my shoulder harder against the table.

I know. Don’t move an inch. If you change your position even slightly, the next step would be to have you wear a chastity belt for the next week.” The firm dungeon dominant had returned. The seriousness of his threat took its toll on my feverish brain.

Yes, Master. Just, please, hurry up. I’m dying,” I whispered in a small voice, without recognizing myself.

You’re a good girl, Lina, but don’t try to dictate my pace.” Thomas leaned forward to nibble my earlobe. Then he stepped back and out of my sight. “Close your eyes.”



Now this is a friend of mine for several years. I’ve read and enjoyed all of his work I can find.

Me Dab10 in bold

K.G. Smith aka Ken



So Ken, Tell me a bit about yourself.

Well I was born, more years ago than I care to remember, In Ashford Common in England. It’s about six miles from Heathrow Airport.  Of course the Airport was a small airfield in those days. I’ve been married to the current Mrs Smith for forty six years and we have three sons. We’ve lived all over England from Ramsgate, on the English Channel up to Newcastle in the North. Now I live back in the South, where I’m close to my grandchildren. Since I retired I spend my time working for the local Credit Union and another charity that provides transport for people who can’t drive or don’t have a car.

You got into writing a bit late in life. Tell me about that.

Well, I’ve always had an active imagination but never committed any of it to the page. When I went to school everything was hand written and my handwriting was very untidy. I was castigated for it constantly. It left a mark on me and put me off writing. I wrote a story about it, “Kevin Smiled” on the portfolio page on my website. In the eighties I got into computers and learned to use a keyboard. I started writing reviews and articles for a computer magazine. I stopped writing when the magazine folded. There was always something else that needed to be done. When I retired, I found sites like Stories When I read the stories there I thought “I could do that”

What is your favourite genre?

To read it is crime novels and general fiction. When it comes to writing I concentrate on writing about relationships. Conflict in a relationship is a rich source of drama for a writer. I think a lot of my stories are about romance in one way or another.  My book, Worth Fighting For, is mainly about the relationship between an injured Army Captain and an ex nurse who is hiding from some very nasty people.  The backdrop is the struggle to discover who is pursuing them and why, but the main story is about the developing relationship.

A lot of your stories are free to read what motivates you to do that?

I have no problem answering that, it’s because people enjoy them. When you get comments like this from Javon Morris:

I read all of your stories yesterday.  I kept clicking on them.  I couldn’t stop.  You have a remarkable talent for giving words life that is rare on this site.  Anybody can write a story, albeit not a good one.  But to be able to make those words a living, breathing entity is a talent admirable.  I must admit, I am very jealous. I thoroughly enjoyed reading your work.  You don’t go for the conventional

I suffer a lot from self-doubt but then I read a review like this one from Tres Seaver.

“An enjoyable romance / thriller, with nice atmospherics, especially for the bits set in the Highlands. The dance of discovery between the principals was nicely choreographed.”

That last one was for “Worth Fighting For

wff kg smith

I will add my review for Worth Fighting For 


Where can we find your work Ken?

There are about twenty stories on under the name of Deyaken. I have some short and flash stories in the portfolio on my website. hosts some of my shorter stories.  I have recently moved onto Smashwords:

And Amazon

OK Ken, What can we expect from you in the future? Is there anything on the horizon?

Yes there is. I am just formatting a new book for Smashwords and Amazon. It’s called Waterloo Sunset and it tells the tale of an ambitious woman who is leading a double life. I London she has a younger lover and in Seattle she has a husband and daughter. Her two partners are unaware of the other’s existence.

Well, Good luck with the new book and thanks for coming in to talk to us.

Thank you for inviting me and I thank your readers for taking the time to read this if anyone is interested there is more on my website.


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you go out to a restaurant and buy your meal and you are expected to leave a tip

I know some people who will leave 20% no matter what

and others who will not tip if service was less than satisfactory

and that works for other professions as well

delivery people and so on

so why is it so hard to leave a review for a book you loved

I received an email the other day

“great book it made me laugh and I loved the premise”

so I responded with

“thank you if you liked it that much please leave a review”

nothing it has been over a week lol


please pass it around

thanks for reading


The strangest thing about being an author.


The strangest thing about being an author.

I have spent thousands of hours reading other peoples work.

funny-writing-meme-twilight-writer-jokeBut until I started putting full stories together and down on paper(or computer)

I never knew that with each book an author is taking their mind child and saying 

look at this piece of me.

How many people would sit back and let someone insult their child.

That’s why a bad review hurts.

But that’s what we are told is the best response.

And I have had a few bad ones

no not you” you say.

OK that’s what I imagine you would say.

At one time I received a review that made disparaging remarks about my ancestral gene pool.

And rather then answer back I put a line on my good reads page from one of my favorite movies.

ftI don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper.

I fart in your general direction.Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.”

a great line from a funny movie.

now I am not saying that you can’t have an opinion but don’t attack a poor author

who just put his work out for your amusement.

Now because I finally have this blog up and running I will be bringing some of my earlier posts from my goodread blog

May 13, 2013

Dealing with a bad review

how come I can get 5 good reviews but one bad one and I second guessing everything … I know stupid there will be people who wouldn’t like my stories but really. i going to read some of the good reviews and then keep doing the same thing as before.

i feel like i am doing a Stuart Smalley

stuart“I’m good enough. I’m smart enough. And doggone it, people like me.”

Review by: Ramon Rios on May 03, 2013 : star star star star
An excellent plot! I also found it very realistic. I wish some parts were not as fast, but still very well written!

feeling“I’m feeling much better now!”
night court
i know i am odd … but fun

thanks for reading my rant/s lol