Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Torn: FREE Giveaway!

Have you read Torn: Caught between the Billionaires (The Complete Series) yet?  Email me at for a FREE copy! Offer lasts until Feb. 3.


Monday, 21 January 2013

Monster Blurb and Cover

I wanted to share the cover and blurb for my forthcoming novella Monster (Impossible #1).  Here goes:

My life was irrevocably changed that night.  The night I was taken.  I saved a man’s life, but at what cost to myself?  Could I convince him to save me in return?

Pediatrician Claudia Ellers is jerked out of her own safe, secluded world and brought into one of danger and uncertainty on the night that she is kidnapped by Bradley Smith.  He forces her to save the life of his best friend, Sean Reynolds, under threat of death.  But when her task is complete, Sean decides that she can’t be allowed to leave; she knows too much.  Claudia is resentful of her captors, desperate to escape.  But the more time she spends trapped with Sean, the harder she finds it to cling to her hatred for him.  They both know pain, have both suffered through difficult pasts.  And the sexual tension between them is scorching.  The longer she remains in his grip, the more confused she becomes about what she must do.  Is her freedom worth betraying him?

Find out in Monster (Impossible #1)!

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Sunday, 20 January 2013

Kept Excerpt

Here's an exciting excerpt from Kept (A Captured by the Billionaire Bonus Book)!  It's now available on Amazon!

“See something you like, little one?”  Mallory jumped slightly as Jake’s voice cut through the erotic images that were beginning to play through her mind.  She glanced up into his deep blue eyes, worried that she had upset him by looking at the woman with obvious interest.
“No,” she said quickly.
While Jake’s eyes had simply been amused before, they now darkened dangerously.
Shit.  Mallory knew that look.
“Did you just lie to me, sub?”  He demanded.
She dropped her eyes as her cheeks flamed crimson.  “Yes,” she said, her voice small.  There was no point denying it; that would only make things worse for her.
His fingers were gripping her chin, forcing her to look up at him.  The lines of his face were drawn down forbiddingly.  Mallory swallowed hard.  Her Dom was staring down at her, and he was not pleased.
“That’s twice now that you haven’t addressed me with proper respect,” he spoke softly, but his voice had a dangerous edge.
“I’m sorry, Sir,” she gasped out quickly, as though if she rectified her mistake quickly enough that would make it okay.  But one look at Jake’s hard expression told her that she wasn’t getting off the hook so easily.
“You will be,” he said, his matter-of-fact tone making her shudder.  But there was more than fear building in her belly; there was desire as well.  Although she was apprehensive of what punishment he might devise for her, she knew that she would enjoy it in her own perverse way.  With Jake, pain and pleasure were a dual-edged sword, both used for torment and erotic release.  And the feeling was incredible, giving her a high that she had never attained outside of her experiences with him.
His hand fisted in her hair, and he turned sharply, not sparing her another glance as he pulled her along in his wake.  They abandoned their untouched drinks, heading for a door at the other end of the bar.  Mallory’s stomach was in knots; she had no idea where Jake was taking her, but he clearly knew where they were going.  And after the way he had looked at her with such disapproval, his eyes filled with the promise of retribution…
Trepidation and arousal warred within her, her heart fluttering as adrenaline shot through her veins and her panties dampening as her sex contracted.  The slight, sharp pain of his hand tugging at her hair with every step made her scalp tingle, little jolts of electricity that spread over her skin, bringing her entire body to life.
Jake slowed slightly when they reached the darkened doorway.  It led to a descending spiral stone staircase, like one that you might find in a Medieval castle.  He allowed her to walk down carefully, clearly not wanting her to trip on her high heels.  That would cause unintentional pain, and Jake would never allow her to come to any real harm.  It was peculiar, this sense of being protected by him yet being utterly physically vulnerable to him at the same time.  Mallory loved the feeling.
The staircase let them out into a long, stone-walled corridor with heavy wooden doors interspersed along it.  It was lit by real torches, the warmth of their flames helping to push back the chill of being underground.  Mallory knew where they were: the dungeons.  This was much darker than anything that she usually did with Jake, but the idea of exploring new territory with him, of having her limits pushed, was undeniably thrilling.
Never releasing her hair, Jake pushed open the door to their right.  It gave an ominous creak as it swung back to admit them.  Flickering torchlight illuminated the sparse space.  There was nothing but a metal chair in the center of the room and a chest in the far corner.
Without warning, Jake spun her around and shoved her down into the chair.  She gave a small cry at the shock of the cold metal against her warm skin.  The door closed with a loud clang as the lock clicked home, and the room became even darker than it had been moments before.  Mallory’s clit pulsed even as fear made her fingertips tingle.  This was a very different kind of game that Jake was playing with her.  She drew a deep breath, reminding herself that no matter what happened, she could trust him to respect her limits.
She could hear the trunk being opened behind her, the heavy wooden lid hitting the stone with a muted thud as Jake threw it open.  Curiosity overcoming her sense of reason, she craned her head back to see what he was retrieving from it.
“Eyes forward, sub,” he ordered, barely glancing her way.  Her head instantly snapped back around, her eyes staring forward at the wooden door.  Only now that Jake was no longer touching her, she found that the fear was becoming harder to contain; it was washing out the little pleasurable tingles that had danced across her skin.  The walls suddenly seemed very close.  Too close.  Her mind flitted somewhere dark, somewhere that she wanted to deny.  Her whole body tensed as the room became smaller.  In the dimness the stone walls turned to the aged grey wood of an old shack in the middle of nowhere, where no one would hear her scream…

Saturday, 19 January 2013

Kept Now Available!!!

Kept (A Captured by the Billionaire Bonus Book) is now available on Amazon!  So if you've been missing Jake and Mallory, now's the time to catch up :).

Thursday, 17 January 2013

Kept Cover and Blurb!

As promised, the Captured by the Billionaire bonus book is nearly ready for release!  It will be available Saturday, 19th of January!  The title is Kept.  Here is the blurb and the cover :)

Mallory Williams is desperately in love with Jake Cleary, the roguish billionaire who relentlessly pursued her until he captured her heart.  But when a BDSM scene goes wrong, she begins to question the trust between them.  To make matters worse, Jake’s ex Jennifer shows up just when their relationship is at its most unstable, and she’s desperate to win him back.  Will Mallory be unable to withstand the strain, or will Jake be able to keep her?

Captured Bonus Book!

Exciting news!  Alongside my new novel, I'm currently finishing up a Captured by the Billionaire bonus book!  So everyone who fell in love with Jake and Mallory and wanted more can see what happens after Collared.  Will they have their HEA, or will an unforeseen crisis tear them apart?

More info and a cover to come very soon!

Julia xxx

Autumn After Dark

I've been featured on Autumn After Dark!  Author Spotlight and excerpt for Torn: Caught between the Billionaires (The Complete Series)!  Check it out!

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

New Novel Excerpt!

Hi, Readers!  I wanted to share the exciting opening of my new novel that I am currently working on.  Working title: Monster.  Hope you like it!  Here goes:

My heart stopped as a strong hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream.  Something cold and round was pressed against my cheek.  I didn’t have to see it to instinctively know what it was: a gun.  To make up for its brief silence, my heart was suddenly pumping in double-time, my pulse racing in my veins as terror spiked through me.
“Are you a doctor?”  A deep voice asked from the backseat of my car where the man had been hiding.  His tone was rough, with a curiously ragged edge to it.  Was that desperation in his voice? 
His hand left my mouth so that I could answer.  I considered screaming for help, but the gun that was pressed against my face stopped me.  Instead, I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat.
“Y-yes,” my voice was unusually high and shaky.
The muzzle of the gun shifted to my ribs, pressing hard into my flesh.  “You’re going to drive exactly where I say.  If you don’t, I won’t hesitate to kill you.  Understand, doc?”
My heart was in my throat now, cutting off my ability to speak.  So I just nodded to communicate my understanding.
“Start the car and head for the City,” the voice commanded.  “We’re going to Brooklyn.”
My hands were trembling, so I gripped the steering wheel hard to ensure that I didn’t swerve all over the road.  I didn’t dare betray the fact that there was something wrong; if I was stopped by the cops for reckless driving, god knows what this man would do to me before I could even yell for help.
 I struggled to keep from hyperventilating, worried that even the tiniest movement would jar the gun against my ribs, sending a bullet searing through my lungs and up into my heart.  My mind had been frozen in shock for long minutes, but it suddenly came whirring to life again as all of the gruesome possibilities of what might happen to me ran across it.  Gathering up my courage, I forced the words out of my mouth.
“Where are we going?  What do you want from me?”  I struggled to keep my voice steady, desperate not to betray my terror to the man who held my life in his hands.
It was a mistake to speak.  The unyielding metal was only pressed harder into my ribs, making me wince in pain.
“I didn’t say you could talk,” the voice said sharply.  “Just keep driving.  Turn right here.”
My mouth snapped closed, and I pursed my lips together to hold in my questions.  I followed his directions, his voice the only sound breaking through the tense silence.
“Pull into the garage here,” he ordered after what seemed to be both the longest and shortest drive of my life.  My stomach was in knots as I drove up the ramp into the dimly-lit parking garage.  It was deserted; there was no hope for help here.
“Park here, and then get out of the car.  Don’t you dare make a sound,” his voice was a threatening growl.
As soon as my hands left the steering wheel, they started shaking hard, making up for the forced stillness from their grip on the wheel.  The pressure of the gun left my side, and I breathed a sigh of relief.  But my reprieve from my fear didn’t last long.  I knew that I was still in easy range, and I didn’t dare try anything stupid.  Like running away as fast as I could, as my mind was screaming at me to do.
I heard the car door slam, and then the muzzle of the gun was at my lower back.
“Walk,” he prodded me along with it, and I didn’t hesitate.  I moved carefully, trying to walk at a slow, even pace, avoiding sudden movements that might make it look as though I was trying to run.
We arrived at a heavy door with a keypad set into the wall beside it.  “Press nine-three-two-eight,” he said in a clipped voice.  There was that curious strain in his tone again, and I couldn’t help but wonder at it.  Was he uneasy about what he was doing to me?  His steady grip on the gun told me that that probably wasn’t the case.
I punched in the code, nearly pressing the wrong keys with my trembling fingers.
“You’re going to have to have steadier hands than that, doc,” he said cryptically.  The door buzzed and there was a clicking sound as it unlocked.  “Inside.”  He pressed the gun into my back for emphasis.
We entered the building and walked down a short corridor to an elevator.  With his free hand, the man reached around me and punched the call button.  The doors pinged open, and I meekly walked into the small compartment that would take me god knew where.  The walls of the elevator were mirrored, and I could see my captor for the first time.
He was young, maybe in his mid-twenties, with closely-cropped dark hair and a hard-edged jaw.  His mouth was set in a grim line, but his brown eyes betrayed the same strain that I had detected in his voice.  The man was tense, upset.  And that scared me more than anything.  A man on the edge could be more dangerous than a cold-blooded criminal.
I caught my own reflection as he punched the button for the ninth floor.  My grey eyes were wide, the fear that was making my heart hammer in my chest evident in every strained line of my pale face.  But other than that, I looked completely normal: light brown hair pulled back into a tight bun and my collared shirt and slacks perfectly straight and wrinkle-free.  The contrast with my wild expression was jarring.
All too soon, the doors opened, and I was being ushered down another hallway.  We stopped at a door to what I could now tell was an apartment.  He fumbled with his keys, reaching around me to unlock the door.  He kicked it open and gave me a particularly hard shove.  I stumbled across the threshold.
The door closed behind me with a sound of finality.
“Sean!”  The man called out.  There was no answer.  “Sean!”  He said again, fear lacing his tone this time.  He pushed me forward, guiding me towards a bedroom.  When I saw what was inside, I stopped in my tracks for a moment.  But my captor wasn’t having it, and he shoved me into the room.
There was a man lying on the bed.  His face was pale, contrasting shockingly with his dark auburn hair.  His eyes were closed, and, most alarmingly of all, there was a dark stain on the front of his shirt and a crimson pool soaked the white sheets beneath his left shoulder.
My instincts as a doctor kicked in, and I momentarily forgot my dire situation.  I rushed toward the man who was lying prone on the bed, immediately grasping at the tear in his t-shirt and ripping it open to reveal the small, round bullet hole.  I rounded on the dark-haired man.
“What happened?”  I demanded.
“He was shot,” my captor answered simply.
I glared at him.  “That’s obvious.  Why isn’t he at a hospital?”
The man glared back.  “I can’t take him to a hospital.  You’ll have to fix him.”
“What?”  I half-shrieked.  “He needs medical attention.  Urgent medical attention.  What do you expect me to do?  I’m a pediatrician, for god’s sake!”
“Fuck!”  He cursed, his brow furrowing as he ran a hand through his hair in agitation.  Then his eyes narrowed, and he leveled the gun at me.  “You went to med school, so you’ll have to do.  Besides, I don’t have time to snatch another doc.  Fix him.”
I blanched as I was once again in the line of fire, but I plowed on.  “I can’t,” I insisted.  “I don’t even have any medical tools.  You have to take him to a hospital, or he’s going to die.  He’s losing too much blood.”
The man’s face twisted into a snarl, and he cocked the gun with an ominous click.  “We’re not going to a hospital.  If you tell me you can’t save him, I’ll kill you now.”

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Sunday, 13 January 2013

Totally different and exciting...

Hi, readers!  I'm starting work on a new novel today :).  It's totally different than anything I've written before, and I'm so excited to bring these characters to life!  Well, totally different except for the fact that it will have scorching BDSM scenes.  Obviously.

I will say that an episode of Castle sparked the idea for this story.  Only my heroine won't be a murder victim.  Again, obviously.

So expect lots of action, sex, and emotional angst from this one!  I'll post more as I progress :).

Julia xxx

Friday, 11 January 2013

Dark Grove

Enjoying Torn?  Want more sexy Doms?  Check out my series of erotic short stories set at Dark Grove Plantation BDSM club!

Lucas FREE Today!

Want to grab yourself a sexy, Dominant billionaire? He is within your reach!  Torn: Caught between the Billionaires (Book 1: Lucas) is FREE on Amazon today!

Sunday, 6 January 2013

Broken Now Available!

Broken (Dark Grove Plantation #3) is now available on Amazon!  All three stories are also now available in one collection!

Saturday, 5 January 2013

Captured by the Billionaire: New Cover!

Hi, readers!  The new cover for Captured by the Billionaire (The Complete Series) will go live tomorrow (6 Jan.).  What do you think?  xxx

Friday, 4 January 2013

Broken Release Date!

Broken (Dark Grove Plantation #3) will be released TOMORROW, 5 January!  Also, if you haven't started the series of stories yet, I will be releasing all three books in a collection.  Happy kinking!  xxx

Wednesday, 2 January 2013

Broken (Dark Grove Plantation 3) Blurb

I wanted to share the blurb for Broken (Dark Grove Plantation #3) with you!  Here goes:

Gwen may bartend at Dark Grove Plantation BDSM club, but she sure as hell doesn’t participate in the kinky acts going on around her.  Not anymore.  She’s been hurt too many times before.  Hurt by Dominants.  So she’s settled for vanilla Connor.  He never pries into her life, never tries to tear away her cheery fa├žade to reveal the vulnerable submissive within.

But everything changes when sexy Dominant Damien shows up at Dark Grove and locks his sights on Gwen.  He can easily see the sub within her and is intrigued when she rebuffs his advances.  Determined to take on the challenge, Damien resolves that Gwen will submit to him.  No matter what it takes.  Can she resist the determined, unbending Dom?  And how will Connor react when he discovers Gwen’s kinky secret?  Find out in Broken (Dark Grove Plantation #3)!

Amusing :)

My amusing occurrence of the day: the people sitting behind me at Starbucks are discussing 50 Shades and how weird BDSM is.  As I sit here writing BDSM erotica.  I hope my font is small enough that they can't read it!