Spotlight on Dark Tales Diaries Vol 1 - 2 #Audiobook #Review #Erotic


Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One
Written by +London Saint James 
Listening time: 1 hr. 23 min. 20 secs.
Narrated by John Thrust

Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two
Written by +London Saint James 
Listening time: 1 hr. 41 min. 55 secs.
Narrated by John Thrust




Blurb for Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One

For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use
Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins
head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge?

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Be Warned: Bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM, Short Stories, Series


Blurb for Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two

Blackthorn Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his efforts,
Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks. Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume Two.


A voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy endeavor on The Observation Deck.

An invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything. Does she have enough guts to go to The Top Floor?

And a Maestro strikes the right cord with a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.

Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, public exhibition, voyeurism, sex toys, spanking


Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM, Short Stories, Series

















SoundCloud Audio Clip of Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One: https://soundcloud.com/londonsj/dark-tales-diaries-volume-one-audio-clip

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SoundCloud Audio Clip for Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two:
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London’s Bio and Social Links
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

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You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments atLondon@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.


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About the Narrator John Thrust
The path that lead me to record erotic literature would make a pretty good story in itself. I may write it someday.  It involves a cyber-relationship with a virginal gal whose secret goal in life was to become a full time sex slave. True Story. Her family would have NEVER guessed! I’d been recording regular “vanilla” type books prior to that, as a hobby, with an eye toward becoming a “real” voice actor. This gal pointed me to a specific book and in so doing introduced me to the world of
BDSM literature (this, by the way, was right BEFORE “50 Shades of Grey” broke huge).  Rather than just read the book, I recorded it.  I shared it with her and with some other gals I’d met online. The response was startling to me. For the sake of modesty, I’ll spare the specific accolades. The one book led to the recording of another and then others. The feedback continued to be really, REALLY positive. So much so, that it occurred to me that this ‘erotic genre’ may be a niche I should pursue. So here I am pursuing it. I still record other books as well… but these books are the most fun *sly grin*. My background started in radio in college. I toyed with theater, did some plays - even did a short stint in Chicago’s famed Second City training program. LIFE intervened
however and I got ‘a real job’ supporting computer networks in Chicago. Eventually that career ran its course and I decided it was time to do what I really WANTED to do – Voice Act. I enjoy it and I hope to help you enjoy your listening experience too. 


– John


Bethany-Kris's 2-in-1 Review of Vol 1 & 2 of  Dark Tales Diaries by London Saint James
****Four out of Five Stars***

From a mistress with a fetish for her red heels, to a professor indulging in a little play with his assistant on the observation deck, to even an empty nester mom vying for her first big O--yeah, you read that correctly--there's definitely something for everyone in Ms. James' Dark Tales Diaries volumes. Kinks of all kinds are opened up for the characters, as well as the reader, to explore in these stories. No two are the same, and each leaves its own impression if I may say so myself. While each story is short in its own right, I would say there was a decent lead-up, arc, and very satisfying end for every tale.

I learned something interesting while listening to the Dark Tales, and thank you Ms. James, because it was one heck of an eye-opener for me. I'm not big on the BDSM while reading unless there's a Domme in play, but holy mother ... I do love to listen even without the Domme there to flex her control.

Thrust was a great narrator for these tales. A perfect pick, really. His voice is edgy with just enough of a man's growl to make it work. I have to give him props on his vocal acting, seriously. He brings the dialog to life with his voice.

I was thoroughly pleased with the reading and the length. It kept me engaged and entertained. I'm not sure a particularly long novel in audio format would have worked as well for me as these erotic tales did. Four stars well-done and I'm already looking at the next short audio read to get on my phone from London. 



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Thursday #Teaser from Filthy Marcellos: Dante - Book Three in the Filthy Marcellos Trilogy #ComingSoon
Giovanni's release is just around the corner! But, today I'm offering up a piece of Dante's story in the Filthy Marcello Trilogy. A little taste of Catrina and Dante at their first meeting, actually. Enjoy!


Dante blinked, unsure of what she was asking him. Catrina’s finger tapped to the center of his chest, sending sparks blooming across his skin. The tattooed word on her slender, pale digit caught his eye again.
“Catrina Danzi,” she repeated.
“That name rings no bells.”
“To the outside world, it shouldn’t. If it did, I wouldn’t be very good at my job, Dante.”
She struck her finger on his chest again.
“I think I’ll head out and take my men with me, bello.”
Dante stepped back. “Do that.”
Catrina slid off the stool with a learned grace that Dante would appreciate if she were any other woman and not one that had seriously fucked with his head and time tonight. Passing him by, she turned at his shoulder, wiggling her fingers teasingly.
“For you, it’s Cat, but they’ll know me better as Queen.”
Stunned, Dante observed the men who hadn’t even left the table get up from their prospective seats and follow the redhead out of the club without a word. Lucian and Gio, however, were only a few feet behind Dante, both sporting expressions churned with anger and shock. Some patrons were being herded out of the club by men Dante recognized as his own … or rather, his father’s.
“Did I hear that woman right?” Gio asked when the coast was clear.
“Depends on what you heard,” Dante replied quietly.
“A lot,” Lucian said for his brother.
Dante lifted his shoulders in response, but even the action felt robotic. He didn’t like being tricked and he didn’t like being cornered. Dante was neither a circus show nor an animal needing trained. That woman—Catrina—had treated him like both.
It pissed him off more.
“Plan remains the same,” Dante said, reverting back to his cool demeanor. “I want them off my streets.”
“Even if it’s a woman running them?” Lucian asked.
“Especially because it’s her running them.”


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Author @BethDCarter Talks Research & When Lightning Strikes @EvernightPub #TimeTravel #Romance
When Lightning Strikes by Beth D. Carter

Hello!  Thank you so much for having me on your site today!  When Lightning Strikes has been one of my favorite stories I’ve ever written (so far!).  It’s a time travel where the heroine comes forward to our time from 1794.  I did a lot of research for this story, as well as paying tribute to some of my own ancestors.

The heroine’s name is Henrietta Lydia Knapp and Knapp is a family name with a long history.  My sixth great-grandmother, Lydia Knapp, had a prestigious family tree, linked back to Katherine Cromwell, the Tudor line, and Charles VI (the Mad King of France), whose own lineage was deeply engraved on England and France’s bloody history.  Lydia Knapp’s grandfather came to Massachusetts in the 1600’s, making him one of the first people to settle the untamed new world.  Genealogy is truly amazing and humbling at the same time.

It was so interesting researching certain facts from Colonial America.  One of the most interesting was The Flowing Hair dollar mentioned in When Lightning Strikes.  It was designed by Robert Scot and on January 24, 2013, a specimen striking from the 1794 production sold for $10,016,875, the highest price ever paid for a coin.  Wouldn’t that be a true pleasure to find in the attic! 


BLURB:

Micah John drifts through life relying on his ability to count cards in the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas.  One bad turn has him owing a hundred thousand to an unscrupulous loan shark, with only a week to come up with the cash.  He doesn’t have time for much of anything, except working and worrying. 

He sure the hell doesn’t have time for a woman claiming to be from 1794.

Henrietta Knapp is trying to wrap her brain around the fact that she’s out of her time.  A bolt of lightning has brought her more than two hundred twenty years forward.  Why? She doesn’t know. Not until Micah John appears. 

As mistrust and fear drain away, Micah John and Etta find a love that outshines the bad and the ugly.  But will they be given the chance to hold onto a happy ever after, or will the lightning strike again?

EXCERPT: (rated PG)

He stopped in front of a popular clothing store. Mannequins modeled cute little outfits and Micah John looked expectantly at her.
“What do you think?”
She looked from him to the window and back again. “What do I think about what?”
“The clothes.” He liked the Capri pants and thought they would nicely show off her cute ass. Of course, he would never tell her that.
Her mouth dropped open a little. “You said my brain couldn’t wrap about the facts of technology, but truthfully I can’t understand how women can wear so little.”
He laughed. “This is nothing. You should go to The French Riviera where you can to go topless on some of the beaches.”
“You’re lying,” she accused.
Micah John shook his head and held up his right hand. “Scout’s honor.”
“Oh, my,” she said and looked back at the clothes being modeled. “Robert Burton wrote in his book The Anatomy of Melancholy, ‘When they are at Rome, they do there as they see done, puritans with puritans, papists with papists’.”
“Right,” he said. “We’ve shorted it to when in Rome, do as the Romans do.”
“I suppose that is a more succinct way of saying it.”
She looked around at all the women passing by. Shorts, miniskirts and tank tops, all exposing more skin that she’d probably ever seen. He almost felt sorry for her. “I’ve come out in public in just my dress, sans petticoats. I suppose I can acclimate to being a Twenty-first century woman.”
“Atta girl.”
He pulled her into the store.




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ABOUT BETH:

I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers.  I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box.  I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.

I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on the web: https://twitter.com/BethDCarter
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M. Levesque Talks The Fox and The Hound - #EroticRomance @EvernightPub
The Fox and the Hound is book two in my Bailout Series. In book one, Backwoods Bailout, the main character Lacy was swindled into buying a house that technically didn’t belong to the person selling it. As we come to find out, the person who sold it to her was leading man, Marcus’ ex-girlfriend, Holly. It was a bitter break-up, what can I say? Anyway Holly rights her wrongs before heading into the sunset…but it seems she’s been too lucky for too long and Karma has come a knockin’ in the form of Peyton Shepherd. This is their story…

The Fox and The Hound by M. Levesque
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Blurb:
Holly is just restarting her retirement from a life of white collar crime when an old friend finds his way back to her. Peyton Shepherd, AKA The Reaper, is the bad guys’ number one retrieval expert when they are looking for someone, and right now they’re looking for Holly. 

She usually doesn’t worry about these guys because she can con her way out of pretty much anything but Peyton has apprehended her before. This time he is a little more motivated to bring her in because the last time she left him handcuffed naked to a headboard, borrowed his identity, and stole his favorite car. Holly didn’t think a year was long enough for him to forgive and forget but if he did finish the job, she knew it wasn’t a meeting she’d walk away from. 

Buy Links:
Links: The Fox and the Hound
Links: Backwoods Bailout Book One

Excerpt:

I found Peyton sitting at the small desk. He curled his finger at me and I made my way across the carpet, wearing the bathrobe provided with the room.
When I stopped directly in front of him, he was staring up at me.
“What?”
“I’m sorry I said those things to you.”
“I know you might not think very highly of me, Peyton, but…”
“I didn’t like the fact that you…were with Marcus,” he finished. “I shouldn’t have said that to you. It wasn’t fair.” 
Why did he even care that I had been with Marcus?
“If it makes you feel any better, I screwed that one up, royally,” I said honestly.
“You didn’t screw it up. You were just trying to protect him. He’s a nice guy. He’s not like us.” 
I shrugged and looked away, but immediately felt his hand snake its way between the folds of the robe and come to rest on the bare skin of my side. I looked down at him, but when I didn’t move away, he pulled me closer so that I was standing between his knees. He tugged gently on the robe and it fell onto the floor with a whispering of fabric across skin. He seemed to be memorizing every inch of me, and just that was the sexiest thing I’d ever watched a man do. He urged me forward again, bringing his face even with my breast before nipping me gently, his eyes rolling up to meet mine, as if asking permission to continue.
I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair. I lowered my mouth down to his and he immediately stood up, carrying me with him to the bed. Still clothed, he lowered himself between my legs and, from the feel of things, he enjoyed being there, very much.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” I whispered. 
“You’re right,” he answered, pulling his shirt off and lowering himself back down until we were pressed warm skin to warm skin. He bit my earlobe and I completely forgot why I was supposed to be stopping him. He curled an arm around my waist and pulled me tighter against him with a happy growl and more kisses. In truth, I didn’t have the will power to stop him. After the daily regret of leaving my needs unmet the last time, I didn’t want to stop him again.
My breath caught in my throat when he rolled me over. He placed tickling kisses from the back of my neck down the length of my back, following the feminine curve of my spine. He got to my ass and bit me hard enough to send a shock through my entire body. He growled out his satisfaction and trailed one of his hands up between my thighs, tickling his fingers over the sensitive skin there for a moment before easing me onto my back again.
He stood over me, looking both dangerous and completely captivated by me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been looked at by a man like this before. He slowly removed his clothes, taking his sweet time and driving me nuts.

I whimpered as he removed his boxer briefs. He smiled at me before lowering himself onto the bed, his body covering my own. “What’s your hurry?” he teased, rubbing his nose along the length of my jaw. “I know you’re a thief, baby, but I have to teach you the difference between instant gratification and real satisfaction.”
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