The Ties that Bind, Christina Mandara's Newest Book is for sale. Congrats @cpmandara!

It's FINALLY here -  the naughtiness that happens in Albrecht Stables finally comes to a climatic end. (18+ Audience Only)

Blurb:

Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff's terms for his daughter's release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal's sanity depends upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of the Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one. Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world's top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity. Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond. Escape for Jenny is beginning to seem like an impossible dream...  



Excerpt

If you want me to utter that safe word, you’re going the wrong way about it,” breathed Jenny, who was still struggling to rub her body against his.

He barked out a laugh. “Oh you’ll utter your naughty little word before the night is out,” whispered Mark, nuzzling his lips against her neck, “but at the moment, I want to lick, bite, nibble, pinch, tweak and chew every inch of you. She made a face at him and he shook his head, amused. “Relax, you’ll enjoy it.” She narrowed her eyes at that. “OK,” he amended, “you’ll enjoy most of it.”

Whatever Jenny’s reply to his comment might have been was lost, for his mouth descended quickly upon her sex and employed every trick in the book to get her to panting level in record time. When she’d reached the ‘ten-seconds-to-blast-off’ point, he abruptly stopped and moved on to other ‘less sensitive’ body parts. She made lots of funny gurgling noises, and some interesting Kung Fu moves against his knot-work, but ultimately, she just had to wait and endure. He planned to cover her entire body with his tongue-work and lips, and he started high, tracing the delicate lines of her cheekbones, the ridge of her lips, the line of her nose, and the arch of her neck. Nipping at the tightly pointed buds of her nipples and palpating the soft flesh of her abdomen, he then moved to bite the tender inner flesh of her thighs and tongue a wavy line of worship down to her ankles. He sucked toes, pretty little red-tipped toes that were stretched high in the air, and then he got down low and traced a path around her plugs with his tongue. Under her arms, over her shoulders, down to her tight little waist, he suckled, blew, kissed and even hummed tunes against her skin. She smelled divine. She tasted better. It was a shame she was not edible, for he could have eaten her whole. When he had covered her body from top to bottom at least twice, only then did he return to his shot glass.

With his long fingers, he gently pried the glass loose from the tight confines of her pussy, not able to contain his smile of satisfaction when she groaned at its removal. “You like being filled.” It was a statement, not a question, which was just as well, because he didn’t get an answer. “Do you like being stretched, I wonder?” Inserting the middle and index finger of his right hand into her dripping wet channel, he began to stretch the soft, wet walls of her sex. There was another groan. “I guess I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmured. Making slow scissor motions with his fingers, he began to stretch the tight flesh of her pussy, opening her up. “Can you guess what I’m going to do next?” With his fingers still slipping and sliding inside her, he held up his shot glass and twirled the remaining liquid around. “You only get one guess, Princess.”

“Oh God, please tell me you’re not,” said Jenny, who spoke thickly and with stilted pauses. His fingers appeared to be quite the distraction.

“Oh,” breathed Mark happily, “I’m afraid I am.” Tilting the glass to a forty-five degree angle he let it hover for just a second, and as soon as Jenny grimaced and closed her eyes, he slowly began to pour. 

“It’s still warm,” she whimpered in a pained voice.

 “It’ll be nothing compared to the temperature I’m about to rocket you up to, given a couple of a minutes.”

 

 “How are you going to get that out again? You can suck it out, surely?” Jenny opened one eye at him and gave him a nasty look.

“We’ll have to hope, for your sake, that I can. Otherwise I’ll be searching the apartment up and down for a straw, and then I might get distracted and feel the need to blow bubbles.”

She gave a horrified shudder beneath him, but then his mouth was upon her and it was all about pleasure. He flipped the stereo on with his spare hand and the shuffle function found the ‘Flower duet,’ from the opera ‘Lakmé’ which usually reminded him of the British Airways commercial, but tonight he had other things on his mind. It was a strangely appropriate piece, but he hadn’t the time to consider the intricacies of opera at the moment. He was focused. He had his goal in sight and he was nothing if not an overachiever.

He suckled, tongued, stroked and slurped. Light trickles of Sambuca ran into his mouth, flavoured with her unique, spicy essence that made the subtle hint of elderflower and the strong tang of liquorice seem like nectar from the Gods. Speaking of Gods, she tasted heavenly. Earthy, musky, flowery, and there was a hint of sweetness he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She seemed to have a particular scent and taste that drove him wild, and tonight, he intended to indulge himself. She wouldn’t be getting a sip of this particular vintage. This was all for him and he savoured each drop. When her thighs began trembling beneath his hands, he increased the suction of his mouth and captured her clit. In a few artful flicks, he had her screaming and then he could wait no longer. He was inside her. With long, tortured thrusts of urgency, he finally found solace within her body. She squeezed him tightly, somehow remembering what she had been taught and as he ran his fingers up and down her body, caressing and stroking her arms, breasts and thighs, he lost himself. One moment he was a sensible, control-freak style dominant and in the next he was a rutting beast. He needed to pull himself back and rein it in, or this session would not end as planned.

Pulling out of Jennifer Redcliff’s body was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Considering how long it had taken him to immerse himself inside it, it was hardly surprising. Breathing hard, he withdrew his aching cock, and it was clear she felt the same way for her body tried desperately hard to hold on to him. “They’ve taught you well, I see,” he said with a sardonic smile, as he finally gathered his breath back.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“I’m that good, huh?”

Get Your Copy of the TIES THAT BIND here.

So what's new in the latest instalment of Pony Tales?

  Imaginative Bondage - Jenny is about to find herself centre stage in Leyland Forbes palatial mansion as he works to entertain his guests in what will be the BDSM party of the century. She will find herself sprayed up in body paint and forming part of a moving exhibition - a carousel - before being dipped several feet underwater for experimental underwater games. 

  Marianna and the 'No Panties' rule - What happened to Marianna after we left her in Atlantisse? Well, she's about to feature as a human dessert plate for the entertainment of Mark Matthews and a few others, besides. Then, when she arrives back at the office, she will have to face her 'no panties' punishment - which involves her walking around the office with... yes, you've guessed it... her panties around her ankles.

  Mark and Jenny - Finally some alone time for Mark and Jenny! Lots of shocking, naughty games ensue and she'll have a rather intimate experience with a shot glass.  A safe word will be chosen and Mark will do all he can to make sure that it is uttered before the evening comes to a close.

  Redcliff - This man wants to watch Mark squirm, and preferably at his feet. The tactics he will employ to make sure that will happen are going to make your eyes water!

  OK, OK, This Is All Very Nice But I Need A Freebie... 

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 A little bit about Christina Mandara: Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life travelling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France. She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn't mean that she doesn't enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn't big enough) is her riding crop. In her spare time she's usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she's one of few woman who wouldn't mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you'll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

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Hump Day Radio: Earned It by The Weeknd

Happy Hump Day everyone!  Well we've made it ton another Wendsday and I hope you're having a great one.  This song comes recommended by a good friend of mine.  Regardless of what you think of the book or movie Fifty Shades of Grey, this is a sexy song.  Hope that you find the true meaning of Hump Day and that you've earned it! 

Hump Day Radio: East of Eden by Zella Day

Did you know that today is International Tiger Day?  They are amazing creatures and having a day to bring their story to the forefront is important.  So today I'm bringing you Zella Day's "East of Eden".  With lyrics about being kept from the cages and tigers on the prowl, I feel like it's a great way to remember these majestic cats.  Besides, not all women have tame a tame pussy, some of you out there have ravishing tigers who never quite get their fill.  This is dedicated to all the tigers out there.

Up Against the Wall

You’re naked on the bed looking at me me, waiting for my instructions.  “I want you to turn around, lean your arms against the wall, thrust out ass out, and spread your legs.”

You’re a good girl, and you position yourself up against the wall just as I commanded. I crawled up behind and meet you.  My hand drops between your legs as I inspect you like livestock, feeling your lips, slipping my finger between them, seeing how wet you are, how hard your clit is. I bring my hand up from the front of your cunt over your lips, past your hole, past your taint, rubbing over your ass and then up and out of your crack.

I bring my hand down and spank your cheek once, hard. Then I spank the other cheek, and I go back and forth until there's red handprints on your skin. Watching your ass wiggle as I do this, hearing you moan and whimper, only encourages me.

I take my hand and check your cunt again, it is soaked now, and I'm pleased with your reaction, such a good sex toy you’re becoming. I lean against you, you can feel the heat of my chest on your back and my breath moist on your ears. "You're ready now my slut, aren't you?"

"Yes!  And your slut need your cock Sir."

I take my cock in my hand and run in between your lips. I can feel the head get coated in your juices as I enjoy teasing your clit. Between the precum leaking out of me and your slickness, I'm ready to fuck you hard. When I position my head at your entrance, you wiggle your ass, trying to get me into you, but I just slide the tip in.

I lean forward and my hands reach around you. With one hand I surround your neck, with the other I grab your breast. When I have a good hold on you I push in hard and fast, and you moan like a porn star, encouraging my rough play.

I pull you back against my chest, and your hands are still flat against the wall. "Play with your clit for me like a good slut." The words are hisses in your ear and you know better than to disobey.

God every time I slam into your pussy your whole ass shakes, and I'm sure that you can feel the residual stings from the spanking I gave you. I tighten my hand around your throat as your fingers make their way to your clit and soon you're rubbing yourself with a deep desire.

As I push hard into your pussy I feel it quivering around me, and I need more. My hand leaves your breast and travels to your back. I scoop up your long hair in my fist and pull your head backwards. Now I can see over your shoulder, and I can watch your breasts sway and slap as I fuck you so hard your whole body shakes with each thrust.

I bite at your earlobe and say, "Cum now." It's not a suggestion and your fingers rub with more of a purpose then before. It only takes a few seconds before you're moaning and cuming on my cock. Your whole body is shaking and trying to fight the grip of my hands, but I hold onto you tight and you just buck against me.

As soon as your orgasm ends and you are at your weakest, I let go of you and toss you to the mattress. You fall off of me and I guide you up on all fours facing me. My hand goes back into your hair and I pull your head up. "Open wide my slut." And your mouth opens and I slide my cock into you, and before you know it I'm fucking your face before you even had a chance to recover your breath from your orgasm.

My hand lets go of your hair and moves to the back of your head.  As I thrust into your mouth I’m also pushing you onto my cock.  You’re drooling on me as fuck your face, using your hole for my pleasure.  I push deep into your mouth, past the entrance of your throat and downwards until your nose is pushed against my stomach.  I hold your head there, letting you feel my cock pulse inside of you before sliding out and letting you get some air.

I lift up your chin and look at your face.  Drool is glistening on your cheeks while your eyes and cheeks are wet with tears.  Your makeup is a mess but you’re smiling as you pant, trying to catch your breath.  “You’re becoming the perfect little cock slut, you know that?”

You nod in agreement and open your mouth as if asking for more.  I’m happy to comply as I slide my cock all the way down your throat in one long push.  You move your hands so that they are grabbing my ass and you use me as leverage to pull yourself even further onto my cock and I didn’t even think that was possible.

No longer needing to fuck your face since you’re doing it for me, my hands are free to explore your luscious body.  I lean down and my hands grab your breasts, squeezing them, tweaking the nipples, tugging on them roughly.  You moan, sending vibrations down the length of my shaft and this only encourages me to continue my painful play.

Your fingers are digging into my ass cheeks as you first pull yourself all the way onto my cock, and then push yourself off of me.  I look down at you, smiling as you look up with those puppy dog eyes you get when you’re in complete submission mode.  God you’re such a good toy, so eager to please me, and I can’t help but want to reward my slut.

Letting go of your breasts I lean forward and my finger slides down the crack of your ass.  I go further until I find your drenched pussy and shove a finger deep into you.  Your whole body jumps as I invade your cunt, but you manage not to touch my cock with your teeth, and I’m impressed with your self control.

When my finger is sufficiently coated in your juices I slide back out and move to your puckered asshole.  As I place the tip of my finger over it I can feel that it is opening and closing under me.  You’re trying to relax, to prepare yourself and I reward you by pushing into you.  It takes a second but I feel the muscles relax and then accept my finger as I push in as deep as I can.  When I get all the way in, your sphincter clenches around my digit as if to feel it’s girth.

Now I start fucking you again, and as my finger pulls out my cock slides into your mouth.  And then my cock slides out of your mouth and my finger pushes back into your ass.  Back and forth I go, sliding in and out of you as you moan and squirm at my touch.  All the while you’re looking up at my face, waiting for me to look into your eyes.

“Cum for me again my slut,” As the words leave my mouth, your hand leaves my ass and a questioning look flashes across your eyes.  “Yes, you may play with your clit.”  With permission your fingers slip between your legs and you begin furiously rubbing your clit.  I start pumping in and out of your mouth and throat faster and faster, trying to match the movements of your fingertips.

Your face is a mess as your eyes continually tear, and your drool cascades down your chin onto your swaying breasts.  Your moans are becoming louder and more abundant as your hand clenches around my ass.

A moment later and you’re cumming hard for me, like a good slut should.  I’m impressed because even as your body shakes, even as you spasm, your eyes are locked on mine as if you know that your pleasure means nothing if it doesn’t bring me any joy.  But you can see the crinkles in the corner of my eyes as you know that I’m smiling at how good you’re doing tonight.

As your orgasm subsides I place my hand on the back of your head and guide you to your knees.  Your are able to sit there without any additional support and I’m able to let go of you.  I slide my cock out of your mouth and you gasp for air.  Your hand flies to my cock to pump me.  When you can finally speak again you ask timidly, “Did I earn your cum, Sir?  I really want to feel it on my body.”

“Yes my slut, you’ve been a good girl, make me cum all over you.”

You fist starts pumping faster and faster as your other hand moves to my balls.  You can feel them tighten up under your fingertips and that only encourages you to tighten your fist as you pump me.  I lean forward, my hand resting on your shoulder as I try to maintain control of my body.  But you don’t want that and instead make one last request, “Paint my face and tits, Sir.”

A stroke or two later and you feel my cock start to throb and you begin to aim the tip so that the the first jets of my hot cum will coat your cheeks.  You’re a brave girl and you keep your eyes open and looking into mine as start to cum.  The first shot lands hot and sticky on your right cheek and between blasts you re aim so that the next one hits your left cheek.  As soon as that one lands you’re moving me again and the next few blasts land on your voluptuous breasts.  They look impossibly white against your pale skin.

When I finish cumming your hands move to your breasts immediately as you rub my cum into your skin.  “Thank you, Sir.  I love it when you mark me as your cum slut.”

I reach down and scoop some cum off your cheek and feed it to you.  “You’re welcome baby.  I love rewarding my girl when she’s been especially good.”  I lean down and kiss you softly as you continue to play with your tits.  We both know it’s time for you to go to work, and you can’t wait to put on your bra and head out the door, your chest covered in my cum for the whole day ahead.

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Hump Day Radio: Nasty Girls by Holychild

So today we're going to see if Nasty Girls are really what the guys are looking for.  Well I think what guys really want are the good girls, the quiet girls, the girls that can be at home in the library, but then when the doors are closed, well that's when they show their nasty side.  Hope that whatever mood you're in you enjoy this song!

Puppy Play

You’re about to go to lunch when you get a text from me.  “Daddy got Princess what she always wanted.”  You looked at your phone wondering what that meant, when you heard a scratching at your office door.

When you opened it, I was there, on all fours, a collar around my neck and my leash in my mouth looking up at you.  You smiled, and squealed a little, as you grabbed the leash and lead me into your office.  You closed the door behind me before bringing me over to your office chair. “Sit.”

I sat down, my butt wiggling because I was excited to see you, but I was good and did as you requested.  Then you sat down in your chair.  I couldn’t control myself, I jumped, my front hands landing on your legs and I started to lick your face eagerly.

Hump Day Radio: Pictures of Lily by The Who

This time we're going back in time and listening to a classic by The Who.  This one is dedicated to all those sexy women who share photos to their guys.  It's pictures of you that make life so wonderful, so keep sharing yourselves!

A Tied Present

Hubby invited me over, I was just expecting to hang out.  Instead, as soon as I say hi, I see he’s beaming.  “I’ve got a surprise for you!”

“Oh?”  I said, a little confused, a little intrigued. “What kind of surprise?”

Hubby’s smile broadened as he answered.  “She is upstairs waiting for you!”

Just hearing that made my cock stir to life.  “Well, what are we standing around here for?  Let’s not keep her waiting.”

Hubby shook his head.  “No, she’s waiting for You.”  Hubby emphasizes the you.  “She had so much fun last time she wanted this and asked me to give you her.  There’s a camera that’s going to video you guys so afterwards I’ll get to see and we’ll have something to remember this night.  You’ll get a copy as well, a memento of good times.”

I just kind of stared a little incredulous.  You decided to explain it in terms that I’d understand with no ambiguity. “I’m going to wait down here, and the two of you are going to have fun, the only rule being you can’t fuck her ass, that’s mine.  When you’re done, you’ll come down here and I’ll go up for my turn.”

“Are you sure man?”  I asked, my mouth watering, my cock fully erect.  I didn’t want there to be an issue later.

“Yes, we both are.  She wants this so badly!”

Saving Lady J by @SuzyAyers Releases on July 14th!

Today I'm excited to give you a little preview of Suzy Ayers' newest erotic tale, Saving Lady J.  It's looking to be an extremely hot and dark fantasy, perfect if that's what you're craving.  Here's a little synopsis of what it's about:

Distracting You from the TV

You were in the living room watching your favorite crime show, eyes glued to the screen as you got lost in the plot.  I should know better than to want your attention at this time of night, but how could I not want your attention all the time?

Seeing how you were on the edge of the couch, it didn’t take much for me to walk over the back and slide in behind you.  Before you realized what was happening, you were sitting between my spread legs, my hands on your shoulder.  Leaning forward I kissed the side of your neck. “Just watch your show.”

You let out a little laugh, and I’m pretty sure it was because I implied that even this would be enough to distract you from the TV set.  Nope, the attraction you felt to it was too strong, and besides, I was around whenever you needed me, your favorite show was only on for one hour each week.

An Offer I Can't Refuse

by John Satisfy

When I walk into the room you are lying their naked, a smile on your lips.  Slowly, you spread your legs wide, letting your aroma waif up and fill the space between us.  My gaze moves from your eyes and glides down your body in tandem with your hands.

You place your left hand on your mound and move it over to your leg, spreading yourself open for me.  Then, deliberately, you take your right middle finger and run it over your clit.  You let out a moan as you tease your body.  It wasn’t enough and you start tapping it with your index finger, sending pleasure throughout your core.

You’re licking your lips as you grab your clit hood and start rolling it between your fingers.  I’m watching as your juices leak out of your slit and glisten in the warm light from the candles.  I move my gaze back to your adorable face and I can see the glint of lust in your eyes.

Your breath is starting to become ragged and you breathe in sharply.  As you exhale you manage to form words, “Want a little taste?”

Sunday Morning Chats: #Interview with @cpmandara

John Satisfy: Today I am lucky to have Christina Mandara visit my blog.  With a talent for BDSM and Pony Play stories, Christina is someone you should take notice of.  Besides that she is such a very supportive erotica author, always helping out others spread the word.  Thanks for taking some time to sit down with me, can you please tell me a little bit about yourself? 

Christina Mandara: Well, I'm a glass half-full rather than half-empty kinda person. I'm one of these people that always has to be doing something.  I love exploring and travelling. I've trekked over most of Europe and seen a lot of the world, although there's still plenty more I'd like to see. New Zealand and Cambodia are on the top of my travel list at the moment, but there will be many more. Whenever I pack my suitcase I'll always pop in a pair of trainers. I've run under the Eiffel Tower in Paris, and in the middle of rice paddy fields and bamboo in Japan. Rain doesn't deter me but it does dampen my enthusiasm a little.

Monsieur Martinet, vampire extraordinaire, is a master of his kind and can exert the kind of control over humans that Violetta has never seen before. He is a powerful force. He may well be unstoppable. And that's going to be a problem, because Violetta has killed every single one of Martinet's monstrous family - and he has a score to settle.  He's going to abduct her, imprison her, and then tie her down until she begs for mercy. And that's only the beginning...

 I prefer hot weather to cold, am a quick learner, never stop daydreaming and wear impossibly high heels whenever I get the chance. I'm addicted to strong black coffee and chocolate. I think the best thing about being a writer is the research side of things. I'm a curious, inquisitive beast and am always asking questions.  

JS:  Wow, sounds like you’re always moving and exploring.  Must be hard to find time to sit still and get work done.

 

CM:  Haha!  All my business and activity doesn't mean I can't sit still. Writing can keep me chained to a chair for a couple of hours straight on occasion (not in the kinky fashion alas!) - when I've got a good plot line to get down.  It’s not just writing either.  I also enjoy getting busy in the kitchen - especially with spicy dishes. I'm a fan of Thai and Indian cooking, but have had a go at a few Japanese dishes, too. 

JS: Sounds yummy!  I love spicy dishes myself.  Do you cook off of recipes or are you one to just experiment and see what you come up with?

CM:  Haha! Back in the days when I was a control freak, I used to follow recipes to the letter and do exactly as the cookbook said. Now days, I've learnt that even if you do follow the instructions, things don't always go to plan - so a little improvisation here and there can come in handy. With Thai dishes especially, I hover over the pan and add a little more coriander, a little more lime, a lot more chilli, more sugar, more fish sauce etc until I get the required result. I am usually the laughing stock of the house as I work, but I get my own back... I can stand the heat of my cooking and I don't mean temperature wise ;) I have reduced several household members to tears, but they all refuse to beaten by a women, so.... WEG.

JS: Sounds like you bring the heat not just to your stories!  Sounds like you try to take creative chances.  What something that you created that surprised you?

CM: A whole series of books on pony play? It was written as one of those little naughty fantasies you have when the lights go out and for a giggle, I thought I'd send it to a couple of publishers who were sure to have heart failure when they received it. One did (the reply letter was quite something I can tell you!) but the other one (Chimera Books) loved it... and Pony Tales was born.

Then one novella became three and I've added in another three novels besides. I'm still amazed they've sold. It's largely down to the fact that 50 Shades of Grey has opened up the world to the idea of kink and I think it's a wonderful thing. I remember exploring naughty fantasies through books when I was first introduced to kink - this was back in the days when you had to get them off the top shelves in book stores. Erotica has now become one of the most popular genres on Amazon due to the advent of the eReader and long may that continue. Now I can read my naughty books wherever I like and no-one is any the wiser...

JS:  Well I'm glad not all publishing houses said Nay to your book.  Are these themes typical of your writings?

CM:  Pony Girls? Oh, I don't think so. It was just a fun place to start. I'm now finishing up the sixth and final book in the pony tales series, and then I'll complete my paranormal, steamy romance series 'Evading Death.' I like writing about non-consent or dubious consent because I think it makes for a great plot and sizzling dynamics between the characters. I like my heroines feisty and my heroes are alpha male, dominant types that know how to tame their women. It's a delicious fantasy world that I immerse myself in daily! I've always liked reading these types of books myself, 'pure escapism,' I guess you'd call it - but it's very satisfying to see your work in print and I'm still awed that people actually read my little offerings.

I could just as happily write along the lines of romance, science fiction or satire, if I put my mind to it. I have so many stories buzzing around inside my head, I'm positive I'll never manage to write them all down. I think the common theme for my writing will be 'BDSM,' though, and you'll more often than not see some steamy sex scenes in them.

JS:  Having so many story ideas can be both a blessing and a curse.  How do you decide which story to prioritize?

CM:  For me, it's a curse. My head is constantly buzzing with characters, and more often than not they're aren't in the book I'm currently writing.  Trying get rid of the voices in my head isn't easy LOL! On the plus side, it's going to be a while before I run out of stories. I have so many unfinished manuscripts on my laptop, it's scary.

As to prioritization, it's basically anything I manage to finish or am under obligation to finish from my publisher at the moment. I need to work on my time management skills. Hopefully, in a year or two's time, I'll be able to finish a few more of my projects. I need someone to lock me away in my writing cave... or chain me to my laptop. Hmm, I like that idea, might have to see if I can find a volunteer who can stand behind me with a bullwhip or something.

JS:  I can completely relate to that.  I know what it's like to have so many story ideas floating around all the time, it's finding the time and the place for them to come out and play that's tough.  What part of a book is the hardest part for you to write?

CM:  Haha! All the non-sexy in-between stuff. I love writing the naughty bits and like a bit of drama - but sometimes, to connect one part of the story to another you need to be a little descriptive and paint pictures for your reader. I'm not so good at the descriptive side of things, but I'm working on it. I could write dialogue all day, but descriptions of houses, places and people... I struggle.  Memo to me... must try harder (and must stop thinking about sex all the time!).

JS:  Was one of your stories particularly easy to write?  Or particularly difficult?

CM:  The 'Desiring Death' vampire TPE stories were really easy to write. The words just flowed and I ended up writing my quickest novel yet, in about three months (which is quick for me!) The 'Pony Tales' take considerably longer. There's much more research involved and because I'm at book six in the series, I have to be careful with continuity details etc. I love writing the really naughty stuff, but bizarrely - it takes me far longer. Go figure! It is a good outlet for my rather over-active imagination, though.

The trouble with me, is that I love starting things. Finishing things is a different kettle of fish entirely... I have lots of projects around the house that will attest to this fact. Ahem.

JS:  So do you have something new to tease my readers with?

CM:  I most certainly do! I've been working on a little vampire BDSM project. It has a total power exchange theme, which is one of my favourite things, with a twist. The vampire can control every single action the huntress (who is human) makes. 

So they have a little stand-off and the feisty heroine thinks she's got things all in the bag and wrapped up as she prepares to kill the vamp, and then Monsieur Martinet let's the cat out of the bag. He's about to have his revenge for all the deaths she's bestowed upon his coven by controlling her body from the inside out. My usual sarcasm and irreverent humour can be found floating around, too :)

JS:  How can my readers keep up with you?

CM:  If anyone would like more information, I can be stalked here: FaceBook for silly jokes, naughty pictures and general blog updates. You can find me tweeting using the handles @cpmandara and @naughtynell101. My blog is full of little snippets from my upcoming works - namely 'The Ties That Bind,' and BDSM related articles. If you want to friend me on GoodReads (and please do!) you can find me here: GoodReads,

If you're just after books and some sexy reading material, hop on over to my Amazon author page and have a giggle at my covers. See if you can spot the ones I designed ~grin~  Amazon Author Page:  http://author.to/CPMandara

JS:  Great!  Do you have anything else you wanted to share?

CM:  Off the top of my head - no! You've got the details of my new release and I've wittered on enough about the others, so I'm good :)  -- thanks again for going to all this trouble with the interview. Tis very kind of you and perhaps you'll let me return the favour later in the year.

Thanks for having me along today, John. I've had lots of fun with these questions - but you'd probably gathered that!

 JS:  I certainly did.  Thanks for sitting down with me and spending the time to let my readers get to know you.  Now as teased earlier, here’s a little from your latest story, Desiring Death:

Imagine a famed vampire huntress with a taste for death, so successful not a single vampire has ever managed to escape her wooden stakes or evade her silver knives. Her name is Violetta, and all that is about to change. 

Monsieur Martinet, vampire extraordinaire, is a master of his kind and can exert the kind of control over humans that Violetta has never seen before. He is a powerful force. He may well be unstoppable. And that's going to be a problem, because Violetta has killed every single one of Martinet's monstrous family - and he has a score to settle. 

He's going to abduct her, imprison her, and then tie her down until she begs for mercy. And that's only the beginning...

 Extra Naughty Excerpt:

‘Ready to call me God yet?’ He brought his head up out of the water, shook his hair to get rid of the excess water and watched as he splattered her body with tiny pearls of water, lit up by nothing more than the wan light of a waxing moon. While they were on the subject of waxing, that hair she had down there would have to go, but he’d issue his demands later. Right now, he wanted her limp, panting and breathless.

‘You’re an asshole.’ His princess had the most delicious temper. He wondered if they should work to subdue it or if he would let it have full reign and then show her the consequences of such displays of emotion. They would not be tolerated in the vampire world, and even though he was not yet positive he would change her, the odds of it happening were beginning to look ever more favourable.

He blinked at her, slowly, several times and then pressed his index finger sharply against her sphincter. He gave her a lengthy sigh to make sure she sensed his displeasure at her curt comment. ‘No, darling, this is an asshole and I intend to do big things with it later. 

That will take some practise though, so you can breathe easy for the time being.’ A hand forked through his hair to bring the dark mass away from his face and his face dipped below the surface of the water once more, seeking the sweet spot of her body which tasted far better than any human food ever had.

He suckled and tongued. Flicked, forked, pulsated and tickled, and just as her face creased up tightly with the painful effort of holding her orgasm back, he stopped. He withdrew his tongue, licked his lips and tilted his head towards her with the biggest smile on his face.

‘You…’ her voice was tight and venomous. It was clear she was in pain, the pleasurable kind at least. He cut her off before the woman earned a spanking her bottom couldn’t yet cash.

‘You call me an asshole again and I’ll stretch this tight little hole of yours to proportions you would not believe possible.’ Withdrawing his fingers from her pussy, he pressed his now lubricated fingers against the smaller, puckered hole that was a touch further down and pressed forward for entry.

‘No, no, please God, no,’ she whimpered, her body thrashing and bucking at the contact as she sank into the wet wasteland of ripples below her.

He raised an eyebrow. ‘I told you you’d be calling me God before the night was out, didn’t I?’ Satisfied that she’d come down from her high, he lowered himself back down into the water and began to work her over again. He lightly nibbled upon her inner thighs, blew more bubbles gently across her sex and gave her only the lightest of teasing, tormenting touches with his tongue. His fingers pulled no punches, however. They worked inside her with a consistent, steady rhythm and she was now copiously dribbling with her body’s own lubrication, more than ready to feel his cock pounding away inside her. It would be, too.

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Interviews and Excitement

Today I wanted to thank Jenna Fox for sitting down with me and asking me a few questions about myself and what I've been up to lately.  It's a great post on her blog and you can read the interview here.  Make sure you stop on by and comment.

Updates and A Story

Wow, it's been way too long since I've been writing.  The last year has been crazy, preparing for a large move, followed by the move, followed by a new job hunt, followed by getting into the swing of things at the job.  Crazy.

But during all that time I missed writing.  I missed interviewing.  I missed being a part of this wonderful community.  The friends I made have been great, but I was too busy to keep up with them.

Well this is changing now.  Over the next few weeks I'm going to be slowly working up to more posts, and more consistent posts.  I hopefully will have a new book released in the coming months as well, but we shall see what that time frame is.  Still it feels good to be back.

As a little thank you for your patience, I have a little story I wrote over on my tumblr blog.  This was inspired by a set of lovely photos, so go check out the blog and see what other treats I've got buried there.  Some of the stories will be making their way over to this blog, others will not.  I do have some fun things planned for both.

Now without further ado...

"Bend over."  As soon as the words are out of my mouth I see you move.  You know that I’m in a mood today and you don’t want me to have any excuse.