Wednesday, April 30, 2014


I’m so excited that the third book in my Mercy trilogy has been edited and it is now in production. I hope to have a release date (and a cover!) soon. This is my hottest book yet. Here's the blurb for Redemption and Glory:

Bored with all the groupies who provide him with anonymous sex, famous sculptor Adam accepts the offer to lurk behind a voyeur screen at his agent’s BDSM club. Watching the magnificent Mistress Glory in action, Adam is so smitten that he can’t decide if he wants to tame her or kneel before her.

When Davinia helps her business partner at a book signing, the man of her wet dreams, a magazine’s “Most Eligible Bachelor,” comes by to help publicize the event. Instant lust turns to chagrin when he addresses her as Mistress Glory.

As the two novices to Dominance and submission explore what turns them on in this exciting new world, the journey takes explosive twists and turns. Add the sexy agent and his slave, and anything can—and does—happen.

Warning: contains male/male and female/female action, a foursome and lots of dungeon activity resulting in one scorching-hot story!

Here’s a scene from Redemption and Glory. You won’t find this on Amazon or the other online booksellers because it’s way too hot for them to handle! Grab an ice-cold drink and enjoy this excerpt.

To set the scene, Cecile and Jonathan are both Dominants and they are mentoring Davinia and Adam, respectively, in a private dungeon. Both students are experiencing submission in order to be a better Dominant.

“Well, dear, what do you think?”

It took Davinia a moment to realize that Cecile was speaking to her. The woman’s eyes sparkled, her breaths came slightly shallow and her mouth set itself into a Cheshire-cat grin.

Davinia looked down at her dishabille, at the rosy hue to her exposed skin, her steel-hard nipples poking the flimsy lace of her bra, the thong of the same fabric emphasizing the fiery red hair of her pussy, the ample curves of her hips scarcely hidden by the thong displayed to all eyes. Looked at Adam, still on his knees before her but unimaginable, forbidden inches away from her as he gazed, mouth open with moist tongue peeping out, at the juncture of her thighs, her hips cradled in his hot hands.

“I think I need to get untied.” It came out a strangled moan.

A round of laughter broke the spell and both Doms made short work of the knots. Adam stood and stepped back with, it seemed to her, great reluctance. On a sigh of relief Davinia bent down to grab the waistband of her slacks in some vestigial impulse of modesty. She did not want anyone to see the cream dribbling down her thighs.

“Not so fast.”

Jonathan. Hands clamped on her shoulders from behind, he raised her upright and she took a deep, stabilizing breath.

“Stand still. Balance on your left foot.”

Okay, she could do this. She could obey Jonathan the way a sub would obey him. Except, she thought with an unbidden smirk, not instantly.

As if reading her mind, Jonathan said, “You know, if you were my sub and you were so disobedient, you’d be severely punished.”

“Then it’s good that I’m not, isn’t it?”

A hard smack against her bare butt resounded in the quiet room. The instant pain of his palm flared into outrage then into another burst of arousal. Ignoring the new rush of cream in her pussy, she took the not-too-subtle hint and balanced on her left foot.

At Jonathan’s gesture, Adam knelt again and fumbled at her boot until he found the back zipper then gently lifted her foot and removed the boot and that pant leg. At Jonathan’s urging, she shifted her weight and soon was divested of the second boot and her trousers. As soon as her balance was restored, Jonathan slipped off her silk blouse. Davinia gulped. So much for her clothing as armor.

“What we have here,” Jonathan said, “is a Smart-Ass Masochist. Your sassy mouth is intolerable, so we’ll have to remedy that with a little constructive adjustment. Adam, to the chair.”

Apparently they’d discussed the possibility of just such a scenario, because Adam went directly to a sturdy, armless, black-leather chair whose décor didn’t match the elegance of the drawing room. Belatedly she recognized it as having come from the dungeon in the basement.

She swallowed hard. I’m in for it now.


Adam thought his cock would burst, he was so hard. His balls were tight against his body merely from watching the Mistress Glory of his wet dreams being taken down a few pegs. God. She was even sexier now than when he’d first seen her in that red corset wielding a flogger. Having her tied up and helpless and moaning with arousal was such a huge turn-on to him.

And having her standing all subservient in semi-sheer bra and thong with a group of men and women who were fully dressed—Christ, what a body that woman had. He could lose himself in her for months at a time. The lush curves, her red bush, those nipples big and hard as walnuts. His throat went dry.

But he remembered Jonathan’s stricture—tonight would be a learning experience for him as well as for Davinia and he was to follow instructions to the letter. But damn, it was hard to keep his hands off her! The two Dominants had apparently agreed on their strategy beforehand. Jon was obviously counting on Adam’s poorly disguised lust for the redhead and was bound and determined to teach him the merits of delayed gratification.

It was agonizing.

It was hell.

He looked forward to more of it. Because Davinia was at the center of it.

Settling himself into the firm seat of the chair, Adam sprawled his legs in front of him, one ankle crossed over the other in an effort to look relaxed, as though his cock weren’t already tenting his trousers like a ridgepole. Hell, they were all here for sex in one way or another and he was proud of the size of his cock, so let them see his erection. That was probably Jon’s intention anyway.

Especially Davinia. She’d zeroed in on his cock as soon as he sat. I hope your mouth is watering, woman.

I’ll announce the release date of Redemption and Glory as soon as I know it, so check back here or at my website. Meanwhile, don’t forget the first two books in this series: 

You can get them at Ellora’s Cave, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other online booksellers.

~~ Cris Anson

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Accountants Need Love Too

Fun time today, trying to take your mind off last-minute tax filings. You have filed your taxes, haven’t you? Less than a week to go, so get busy if you’ve been procrastinating. If you use an accountant, I hope he’s like the CPA hero who adds a new dimension to the heroine’s life in my Cougar Challenge book, ADDING HEAT.

Here’s the blurb from this oldie but goodie from Ellora’s Cave.

Widowed landscape contractor Giselle Sheridan decides, with the help of friends she’d met at Romanticon, she’s ready to take the Cougar Challenge and find a younger man to finally have sex with. Except she’s too busy during planting season to go on the prowl.

CPA Conlan Trowbridge is battling income-tax deadline for his clients, but when Giselle bursts into his office with a tax problem, all he can think of is sex. She’s all luscious curves and smoldering brown eyes and he doesn’t care if she’s a dozen years older, she’s his wet dream come true.

Oh yeah, they’re both ready for some hot and heavy sex—in the tub, parking lots, both their offices, anywhere and everywhere. But her long-time foreman has designs on her, in more ways than one, forcing Giselle to make some hard decisions.

Now for an exclusive excerpt that’s too hot for most electronic book vendors to post.

Con couldn’t believe this sexy babe was hot for a nerd like him. All his life he’d fantasized about an amply endowed woman, starting with Sophia Loren and Raquel Welch when he’d first noticed that women had breasts. Not a Marilyn Monroe-type, though, not a blonde sexpot. He wanted a dark-eyed, dark-haired, earthy temptress, and by golly, in Giselle Sheridan he had a tigress he wanted to tame.

Or not. She made him harder, hotter than he’d ever been with a woman. Was it her lush body? Her sexual hunger? Or simply Giselle herself that had his insides tied up in knots? Whatever, he was going to make damn sure she didn’t see him as too young and inexperienced for her.

Following her down her long driveway, he stopped at her front porch. She kept going and he realized she was headed for the detached garage a few dozen feet from the house.

Hell, he couldn’t wait another minute to hold her, to taste her. He jogged to the garage and caught her as she was alighting. Hauling her up against the door of her truck, caging her against his body, he repeated his earlier question, with one minor change. “Would you like me to fuck you against the truck in the garage of Stonehedge Landscapes?”

“Yes. Now. Hurry!” As he’d hoped, she was with him a hundred percent, her arms clamping around his neck and her mouth seeking his, one leg lifting to cling to the backs of his thighs to allow him total access to her sweet core.

He fumbled his zipper open and freed his cock, hard and hot and hungry for her. Sliding the flimsy scrap of her still-wet panties aside, he bent his knees for leverage and thrust home into the scorching heat of her wet pussy.

Immediately he felt her inner muscles spasm, squeezing his cock. Holy shit, he’d never felt anything so sublime as steeping himself in Giselle’s essence. He wanted to reside there, die there. He wanted to fuck her until the force of their lovemaking dented the truck. He wanted to come inside her—

Dammit! “Giselle,” he gasped, going motionless from tip to toe. “I’ve got to stop. God, I want you so much I can’t think straight. I should have been better prepared.” He rested his forehead against hers, took a deep, shuddering breath. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry. You made me so horny I forgot a condom.”

With a strength of will he didn’t think he had, he pulled his cock out of the sweetest pussy he’d ever known and gently settled her leg back on the floor.

“I’m clean, Giselle, honest, I had my annual physical in, um, February, yeah, it was after Presidents’ Day, and I haven’t had any other, er…”

Oh, sweet Jesus, did he have any condoms in his wallet or were they all in the super-size box he’d bought this afternoon that was probably on the floor of the truck? He groped blindly behind him, feeling for the back pocket where his wallet was, his cock bobbing and throbbing between them.

“We’ll worry about condoms later,” she gasped. Wrapping her fingers around him, she sank to her knees on the concrete floor. “I’m so hungry for your cock I want to give you what you gave me in the parking lot.”

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Con might be an accountant and a nerd, but he's all horny and macho man when it comes to Giselle. If you enjoyed that excerpt, you can buy ADDING HEAT from Ellora’s Cave, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or any other reputable electronic purveyor of erotic romance.

~~ Cris Anson