Today I'm sharing Emerald Virgin, a Dystopian Erotic novel by best-selling author, Ravyn Rayne.

I was happy to meet Ravyn, last week at the Passionate Pen Conference in DC and she's such a nice person.


Blurb:

Emerald – a girl with green eyes and a rarity after the horrific genocide that slaughtered millions.

After the war, King Gideon rose in power. A lust-filled and greedy king that believed in the power of slavery.

At eighteen, women were required to come before King Gideon and his four sons, to offer themselves as a courtesan. The princes took only those they found most attractive and alluring. The rest were returned to their homes with a brand on their wrist proving they had been through the process and rejected. Ignoring the ritual was punishable by death.

Aria Stone had been kept hidden from the princes and the ceremony, because she was an Emerald. At twenty-three, the royal guards storm her home, murder her mother, and drag her to court. She must face the four princes.

A dystopian erotic adventure.

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Excerpt:

"You are a handful. I should have known that's why Henry walked right on by without so much as a second glance. For a brother that likes gems, he must have known the trouble one would cause."

Aria sneered at James. "Tell me you don't believe it." Emeralds, people with green eyes, are known to be power and money hungry. Does James think that about her? It's not true. No part of the belief system created to destroy the world in genocide was true. How could James think of her like that? She may not be easy or pleasant at times, but she wasn't what the enemy said.

James shifted in his seat. "Of course not, but you are trouble. I can see it in you, the rebellious streak. My father will beat it out of you."

"So what? I'm supposed to pretend it doesn't bother me that he ordered the execution of my mother and dragged me from my home, drugged me, stripped me naked, and stole my freedom? No part of what you and your father are doing is okay."

James grimaced. "I am sorry about your mother. I can't change our world, but I can protect you here."

Author Interview

The Emerald Virgin takes place in the future. Can you tell us how much in the future it is?

Not as far away as one might think. In the third book we get a glimpse of some past technology, including cars that are self-driving. It might sound like science fiction but the technology is already available.


Are there supposed to be parallels drawn between the Holocaust and the Gem Apocalypse?

Great question! Absolutely there are parallels because I believe our history is a great source for creative story telling. Readers want to relate to stories and when they're cemented in reality, even if it's horrific, it makes it easier to feel and understand what the characters are experiencing.


Thanks for stopping by.  Wednesday I'll be sharing a brand new novel by, Alexis Alvarez, Dream Girl.

His To Claim

After a newly rediscovered device for interstellar travel malfunctions drastically, biologist Alexis Sims ends up stranded on Iridia, a planet thought to have been rendered lifeless by terrible warfare centuries ago. To her surprise, Alexis soon discovers Iridia is home to a hardy tribe of warriors—primitive savages, to her eyes—who have found a way to survive on this harsh world. Ayron, a tough, skilled hunter, rescues Alexis and brings her to an underground city.


Once there, it rapidly becomes apparent that her place in this society will be quite different from what she is used to back on Earth. When she resists being stripped and bathed, she is held firmly over Ayron’s strong thighs for the first spanking of her life. Then after a thorough, intimate examination demonstrates her suitability as a mate, Alexis is turned loose in the outlands. The hunter who captures her will win the right to publicly lay claim to her in front of the entire city.


Though Ayron is undoubtedly the mightiest of the hunters, since the tragic loss of his family he has lived in grief. But when he comes upon Alexis naked in a cave, cowering before one of the most brutish men of the tribe, instinct wins out and he fights for her, defeats his foe, and takes her as his mate.


Despite her shock at his primitive ways, Ayron’s raw masculinity and utter dominance excites Alexis beyond anything she’s ever known, and soon she is blushing red and quivering with desire as he claims her in every way he pleases. Her need for him quickly grows into something much deeper, but even as he protects her from the dangers of a hostile planet she wonders whether she can ever truly heal his wounds and take her rightful place in his heart.


Publisher’s Note: His to Claim is a stand-alone book set in the same world as His to Command. It is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, exhibitionism, elements of medical play, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.


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Excerpt:
“Come.  Sit.  The herbs need to steep in the water for a little while before we drink.”  He lowered himself onto a large flat rock, patting the spot next to him.
Lexi shuddered at the thought of putting her burning bottom onto the hard surface.  “I’m fine right here,” she replied, leaning against a boulder.
His eyes narrowed.  “I said come here and sit.  I am your Master now and you will do what I say.  Without argument.  Without question.  Or suffer the consequences.”
She tamped down a spark of anger and held her tongue.  She couldn’t handle another harsh spanking right now.  She took a few steps and perched on the edge of the rock, as far away from him as possible.  He saw her wince as her bottom made contact.
“Come here.  Let me see it.”
She started to shake her head, then caught herself.  She stood and turned her back to him.  
“There’s just a little redness.  It will soon fade.  And in the meantime, the sting will remind you not to disobey me in the future.  Now sit.  Here.”  He pointed to a spot beside him.  
Suddenly conscious of the fact that she was still naked, Lexi sat down and made herself as small as possible, wrapping her arms around her chest and hunching forward.  Her hair had dried but the humidity in the cave made it fan out around her head in a riot of tangled curls hanging down to brush the tips of her breasts.
He had both flasks, one in each hand, and he shook them gently as he spoke.  “You asked me why we don’t use the crystals in our homes.  We did that.  Many years ago, after the great war.  But people discovered over time even the crystals couldn’t filter the sunlight enough to keep it from doing harm to us.  We’ll be fine here.  For days, weeks, even months.  But if we stayed, eventually the effects would build.  We’d start to die and even the salisis wouldn’t be able to save us.  Thousands of people who survived the initial blasts died before we discovered what was killing them.”
He uncorked one of the flasks and handed it to her.  “Drink slowly at first.  Just a sip or two.”
She took the flask gratefully and brought it to her lips.  The taste was still horridly bitter but by now she didn’t care.  She swallowed, sighing at the blessed relief to her parched throat.  For a while, they sat silent, sipping water from the flasks.  Then he turned to her.  
“It’s clear you’re not a member of any Tryb on Iridia.  I want to know where you came from and why you’re here.”  His voice grew stern.  “Start talking.  Now.  And if you lie to me even once, I’ll put you back over my knees and spank you so hard you won’t sit down for a week.”

Kallista’s Bio
               Like my ancestor Scheherezade, I cannot sing or dance or paint.  I have but one talent.  I am a weaver of words.  I love to tell stories of strong women and the even stronger men who suddenly show up in their lives when they expect it least and need it most.
               As a little girl I was afraid to take risks.  But when I grew up, I vowed never to let the thrills in life pass me by because of fear.  Since then, I’ve walked on the Great Wall of China, gone scuba diving in underwater caves, and skied a black diamond run in Vail. But the greatest risk I’ve taken is sharing my naughtiest secret fantasies in the books I write.


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Welcome to Sunday's Six of the Best Blog Hop. For this hop we get to post six paragraphs, yes I said paragraphs, from any of our books or works in progress.

You have no idea how happy this makes me.  Posting a few sentences or a 'snippet' is tough.  I always feel that I have to cut it off just when I'm getting to the good stuff.

Of course now I'm in a quandary.  What to share?  I don't want to waste this golden opportunity.  Do I start at the beginning with my first book?  Should I go with my newest series or the book that's coming out in September?  Should it be funny, sexy, sweet or romantic?  What draws readers in?  Discipline? Sex? Humor?  Oh dear.

Personally, a sneak peek at a future novel is nice and tempting, but if I can't click and buy, I'll forget.  Books dance through my mind like a child's mobile gone mad.  What was that title?  Is this the cover?  Have I already read this?  Thank God Amazon has the sense to tell me when I've already purchased something or I'd have multiple copies.

For today, I guess I'll go with my newest book.  Effie, Book Three in, The Marriage Market Series will be released in early September.  The last few days I've been sort of in a brain fog, so Effie will be the easiest as it's still fresh in my mind.  I don't have a cover yet, and the blurb is in need of some work, so here's my six, straight from the novel without any hoopla.  Hope you enjoy it.

      It wasn’t until she’d consumed most of the broth and a few dumplings that she noticed the approving looks directed at Sam from Hugh and Jonah.  Turning she saw his smug expression as he placed a bite of chicken in his mouth.  It was galling to say the least and before giving it any further thought she picked up her napkin and ‘sneezed’ delicately.  At the same time, her spoon, which now held a dumpling, seemed to have a mind of its own.  With a quick flick of her wrist she sent the dumpling flying in Sam’s direction where it landed with a splat, right between his eyes, and stuck there.

      “Oh my, slippery little devils, aren’t they,” Effie remarked as she took her napkin and proceeded to wipe the pasty little thing down his nose, across his lips and lower jaw where it dropped off his chin to land in his lap. “Pardon me.”

      Looking around she noticed both Grace and Amelia had their heads down, looking at their plates.  Their shoulders were shaking slightly, but Tempest was laughing, not even bothering to hide her amusement.

      “A pardon from the president himself wouldn’t save you now, Miss Lane,” Sam growled as he got to his feet and firmly took her arm.  Pulling her up, he stopped at the last moment and grabbed the custard and a spoon before he literally hauled her from the room.

      The last words Effie heard as Sam hurried her toward the foyer were Hugh’s.

      “Amelia, my love, I had no idea you were so well behaved until I met your friends.”

Please take some time and check out some of the other posts on today's blog hop.

Abielle O'Sullivan's world is turned on its axis when her boyfriend is killed in a motorcycle crash. To break the ensuing months-long cycle of self-destructive grief, her bestie, Miah, buys plane tickets and first class accommodation for a mad-ass weekend in Las Vegas. On their very first night, Abby meets Joel; an aloof but streetwise card sharp who is drawn to the cautious and sad-eyed beauty. He encourages the two friends to try their hands at the poker tables.
When Miah gets out-of-control drunk and loses more than she can pay, Joel offers Abby an unusual way out of the jam. Depending upon who wins one game of high-card, the alpha male will either cover Miah's losses, or Abby will become his sex slave for the duration of the rest of her stay in Vegas. Desperately wanting to help her friend, Abby is sorely tempted by his offer, even though she is not a gambling woman. Finally, she takes a chance and plays the game.
When she loses the draw, Abby's once limited sexual horizons are pushed to their limits.
With his understanding and sympathetic nature, however, Joel could prove to be more than a means to heal the hurt from her past. In fact, he might just be the one man she'd always dreamed of. Then again, he could also be a conman. In the end, only she can decide what her limits are.
And what happens after that is anyone's game.

Abby doesn't gamble. But when her friend's happiness is at stake, she risks her own body, betting on one crucial turn of the cards.

Excerpt:

"And bring random women."
"You're fishing again."
I wiggled my butt at him.  "I'm not the pervy one into donkeys."
He laughed. "I'm not into donkeys, you twit. I just love nature. You can lose yourself in the city, sometimes. I come out here to remind myself that Vegas is just an illusion. And you know exactly what I mean, you mischievous minx."
I did. But it was fun to string him along for a bit. I walked a little way off, following some loose tumbleweed, imagining what it would be like to drift so randomly free. But then I looked back to see if Joel was watching me. He was just a foot or so away, and had that look, so I knew I was in for it.
"Take your dress off."
"Here? Out in the open?"
"You know the rules, Abby. Do not question me when we play."
"Yes, oh, masterful one."
"You'll be punished for that."
I laughed, but played along. This time, my heart stopped more from the fear of being seen by others than from being naked in front of him. But I was growing used to obeying his commands. I removed my hat, pulled my dress over my head, and stood there, exposed to the elements and the burro. I prayed at least he'd avert his innocent eyes.
"And the rest. Take those off, too. You can put the hat back on. I don't want you getting sunstroke."
This time I took everything off quickly. The longer I dragged this out, the greater the chance of discovery.
"Now drop to your knees."

Heather Hart is a British novelist and short story writer.  Her pen names include P J Perryman and Jill Jackson. She currently lives in Maryland with two fat cats just a few doors away from her adopted American family.  Heather dreams of having a NY Times best seller and being hugged by Benedict Cumberbatch. She's not fussy about which one comes first. Unless there’s chocolate. Sweet Lord, please! Feed her chocolate.

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About the Author:
How much of your books are realistic?
                    The settings and scenes may exist - but the storylines are fictional. That said, every author is touched by the world we live in - how could it be otherwise? My characters have inherited traits from people I have known, loved and hated. Course, unlike real people you can’t actually shag them, but maybe technology will catch up one day and you might be able to, who knows?
And yes, I’m British.

Born In London I am proud to say I now write for Blushing Books. I’ll pen whatever pops into my head, and lately that’s been erotica and fantasy. I like feisty chicks with a kick-ass attitude to life - the sex goes with the character - so like a snug pair of panties  I write what suits them, and not necessarily what everyone’s expecting. All my characters are flawed, including my heroes, because I like them to learn something as they move through the story. If they’re on a journey; then so are you, the reader, and I think that’s more fun.
 
If you like what I do please share your experience with me at: [email protected].
 
I welcome honest reviews on Amazon or anywhere else that posts them. I do read them, and it not only helps me understand if I’m doing my job for you, but it also highlights areas where I could improve. Like all my colleagues at Blushing I perpetually strive to be a better writer and your feedback helps, it really does.
 
Thank you, and Happy Reading!