Goood riddance 2016. Helloooo 2017.

To start the new year well, I’m offering a super special giveaway, new bonus material from UNTOUCHABLE (an Elite Doms of Washington novel) and let you in on a great new read (or listen).
 
First…
 
The Super, Special, Sexy, Saucy, Scintillating NEW YEAR Giveaway!
It’s time to clean out the closet, dust off those book jackets and start anew. Here we go. One winner will be chosen on January 31, 2017 to win a stack of books I’ve been hoarding saving.  Go to the giveaway page on this site or  ENTER HERE!

 
New Bonus Material: London’s List
If you’ve read UNTOUCHABLE, you know that public relations “princess” London Chantelle puzzles our hero, Carson Drake. In the book he starts a mental list — London’s List – of characteristics of the woman he grows to know and love. (SPOILER ALERT: If you haven’t read UNTOUCHABLE, minor spoilers included.)
 

Read London’s List here.

 
Psst, the UNTOUCHABLE audio book will be ready for your listening pleasure soon!
 
What I’m reading (or listening to)
Audio books are quickly becoming my new passion. Right now I’m listening to MARRIAGE GAMES by CD Reiss. It’s a real page turner! Or, rather, an ‘on the edge of your seat’ listen.
 
Blurb:
Thirty days. That’s all Adam Steinbeck demands of his wife. Thirty days in a remote cottage, doing everything he demands. After that, he’ll sign her divorce papers and give her their company.
That’s how long he has to rediscover the man he once was. The dominant master he hid when he fell in love with her five years before. She wants their production company badly enough to go to the cottage for a month. Cut off ties to the world and do his bidding. She can submit to him with her body, but her heart will never yield. She thinks this is his pathetic attempt to repair their marriage. She’s wrong.
  
As for other reading….if you’re sick of hearing how Washington doesn’t work, and want to see how the Elite Doms are bringing a little discipline to our nation’s capital, look no further than this series. Not all power in DC is wielded by politicians. Aren’t we glad?
 
Check out the Elite Doms series here. And follow me on Amazon if haven’t already so you won’t miss a new release!
 
May 2017 be your best year ever!
 
Hugs and XX,
Elizabeth

Bonus Scene, Giveaway(s) and More in November

Hello My Passionistas! This month  lots of goodies await you: a free bonus scene from PERFECT, new audio book announcement, and several giveaways to start your holiday season off with a bang.
 

Bonus Scene from Perfect

First, an outtake from PERFECT (Book #3 of the Elite Doms series) is now available for your reading pleasure. Click here for its super-secret hidey space on my web site. This scene was cut during editing. For those of you who have read PERFECT, this scene takes place before the current Chapter Six where Isabella and Alexander’s walk through his extensive gardens. Enjoy!

Other bonus materials coming your way in coming months: The Three Laws of the Tribunal, London’s List (from UNTOUCHABLE) and an abandoned “chapter one” from PERFECT. Check back here or join my exclusive Readers Group Email Group to get notices sent directly to you.
 

New Audio Book Coming!

The talented, smexy-voiced Anastacia Whatley is recording UNTOUCHABLE right now. Woo-hoo. I can’t wait to hear Carson and London’s banter outloud. (They are quite lively in my head.) You’ll be the first to know when it’s available, so watch future reader group emails and my Facebook page for an announcement. 

About UNTOUCHABLE: Carson Drake is the master of the romantic pre-emptive strike. But then he meets London Chantelle who tests every assumption he’s ever had about love.

In the meantime, Lovely is available via audiobook right now. Let me know what you think?

November Giveaway: In honor of Gratitude Season

You are so wonderful to hang with me here and in all the fun social media spots. In honor of YOU: A very special reader gift will go to one lucky winner at the end of this month: a $25 Amazon Gift Card just in time for that holiday spending. Giveaway awarded December 1 at 12 noon Eastern time. Anyone from anywhere may enter once a day. 

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Congratulations to Lynn W for winning last month’s giveaway: a swan pendant and cord. 

Also, check out LadySmut.com for a super special giveaway on Black Friday (November 25), the day after the U.S. Thanksgiving holiday. That day, LadySmut bloggers, myself included, will post many free book excerpts for your reading pleasure, and we’ll be giving away a basket of books and goodies to someone who comments under any post from that day. Mark your calendars to visit LadySmut.com on November 25!

While you’re at LadySmut, check out my latest blog post there: Ghosts Making Booty Calls. Did you know they do??? And apparently some of them are quite fresh. The nerve.
 

NaNoWriMo

Heard of National Novel Writing Month or NaNoWriMo, the international speed-writing event that happens every November? Well, this girl is doing it in an effort to get you the fourth Elite Doms book, LUCKY, as soon as humanly possible. That means speed-writing every. single. day. Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap!! Visit me on Facebook for daily progress. Snippets of the book will be shared along the way. 

Preliminary blurb below (i.e. the publisher hasn’t even seen it yet). This could change but it gives you some sense of where LUCKY is headed:

Billionaire and successful entertainment investor Derek Damon Wright learned at a young age to never trust a silent, smiling woman. But on his 13th nightclub opening in Washington, DC, a woman walks in with a smile he’s never seen before—-one that he curiously trusts and who rocks his boring, albeit privileged, world.

Some of your favorite Elite Doms make appearances in LUCKY, too. See inspiration for Derek below. <drool>

May you have an enjoyable November. I’ll be counting my blessings this Thanksgiving season, starting with YOU and all the readers who have shared some of their time with the Elite Doms of Washington.

Xo,
Elizabeth 

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Perfect Fire

 

PERFECT is filled with some firsts – for me as well as the characters. It’s a second chance story featuring domestic discipline, some edge play, and other surprises. But I promise a happy-ever-after ending. Story excerpt below.

Story Blurb:
Sometimes the perfect man is the one who’s most forbidden.
After her husband’s death, Isabella Santos fled Washington and its bruising memories. But estate matters force her to return and fate gives her a chance to connect with a man she’d always secretly longed to call Master—Mark, the brother of her late husband.

Mark, retired from his black ops career, grabs the second chance Isabella’s sudden appearance in D.C. presents. He’s never forgiven his late brother’s neglect of Isabella, a woman he’s loved from afar for ten years. Now reunited, he’s determined to earn her heart and submission.

As their forbidden love blooms, they forge a perfect domestic discipline life that provides a feeling of oneness, completion and a healing of wounds neither knew they had. But her family’s opposition and demons from her husband’s past have different ideas. In the end, Mark must become more than her Master. He must use all his training and skills to become her savior.

 

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Excerpt from PERFECT, an Elite Doms of Washington erotic romance

When Isabella entered the Library, her spine snapped straight. Mark sat in a tall-backed, velvet chair. His arms draped casually over the armrests like a king settled into his throne. He didn’t turn when they entered. His focus remained on a nude, statuesque redhead who lay face-up on a table.

“Who is that woman?” Isabella had to know.

“It’s not what you think, Isabella. Charlotte is under his protection.” Alexander understood her unspoken question. Why is he with her?

A dark-haired man peered down at the porcelain-skinned woman. Her fiery hair and lush figure left Isabella feeling small and ordinary, like a daisy to a bird of paradise bloom.

The man turned, dipped two cotton-tipped wands into a shallow dish and then waved them over a pillar candle igniting their ends.

She startled.

Alexander’s arm descended on her shoulders. “You’ve seen fire play before?”

“Yes. I’m not—”

“Fond of fire. Do you wish to leave?”

“No.” She jerked her gaze to his face.

Alexander cocked his head at her vehement tone.

“I mean, I’d like to stay. Thank you.”

While she wasn’t a fan of edge play, no one else seemed alarmed. Rather, they appeared riveted by the scene unfolding before them. She wouldn’t flee like a coward. Instead, she’d simply channel the courage Mark displayed.

The other Master’s face glowed in the amber light as he waved the fire sticks over the woman’s body as if preparing her for a fiery impact. “Charlotte,” he growled.

The redhead’s lips moved in response. “Master.”

The one word ran through Isabella like a storm. She flushed. Why did she feel her presence interrupted a private moment? Even surrounded by two dozen people, she sensed the Master, the woman and Mark had secreted to a private world.

The dark-haired Master drummed the wands of fire up the woman’s belly to her breasts. She arched into the flames! Why?

The woman turned her eyes to Mark and sent him a contented smile. The side of his mouth arched up, and he dipped his chin in acknowledgment. Her face softened with a palpable gratitude.

The other man smoothed hair from her dampened forehead while tapping one breast lightly with the lit wand. Her mouth dropped to an “O” and she arched again toward the flame. The Master glanced up at Mark, who had leaned forward in his chair, his gaze sharpening on the woman’s reaction. The other Master caught Mark’s glance and stilled. Mark nodded and the man resumed his actions.

Isabella’s stomach flipped over. There was no way this was not what she thought. Mark most certainly was with this statuesque firewoman. Though the other Master held the fire, Mark’s command of the scene was unquestionable.

“Why is he . . . ?” Her breath hitched.

“Mark is introducing Charlotte and Master R to fire play. It’s her first time.”

As if that made it okay?

Mark leaned back into his chair. His fingers relaxed over the ends of the armchairs. Even from the side, she caught the tiny flashes of firelight glinting in his eyes.

Again, more swipes of the fiery wands captured her attention. They made soft yet sharp sounds, like freshly laundered sheets flapping in the wind.

In her periphery, she was aware that the five or six people, who milled a respectful distance away, had shifted and separated. Couples leaned into one another, as if they’d grown embroiled in the intimacy woven between Mark, the other Master and Charlotte.

She tuned into her body. An undeniable feminine ache settled between her legs. Well, her response to the scene was merely the Club’s atmosphere. Accendos’s very air hung heavy with contagious, sexual arousal.

She shifted her focus to the woman now glowing in a sheen of perspiration. The fire matched the red in her hair, and she seemed to grow almost liquid in her undulations.

Mark’s consideration remained on Charlotte squirming under the attention of two Masters. Charlotte. The name sounded soft, pliable and pleasing, yet it meant “strength.” It was a name given to royalty—to duchesses and princesses.

Princess Charlotte gasped. Mark sat back, as if released from her behest that he provide her his full and undivided attention.

An orange flicker flashed across the woman’s chest and earned a throaty sigh from her throat. The Master then drummed the wands faster up her body.

Isabella nearly tipped backward. Good thing Alexander’s arm kept her upright.

“He’s not hurting her, Isabella. Imagine someone tapping a large, hot Q-tip over your skin.”

She could imagine such a sensation.

“It’s more mind play than anything,” Alexander continued. “Many people are afraid of fire. Are you?”

She slowly nodded. Like most people, she understood fire’s utter indifference to whatever lay in its path. Fire didn’t care if you lived or burned. Yet, today, its warmth called up a strange fear in her that exhilarated rather than paralyzed.

Charlotte seductively licked her lips and peered up at the Master. He cupped a handful of her breast and tapped her nipple with the wand. She cried out lightly, ending in a coo playing on her lips. There was no question she loved the sensation. The Master appeared to love her reaction to what he did.

Isabella took in Princess Charlotte’s assets, adding up her points. At least ten years younger than her. Taller. Breasts more firm. Can withstand fire. Did that last quality win her the crown?

She sent an invisible plea to Mark. She mentally begged him to angle his chin a fraction so he’d catch her in the doorway. If she could just see his confident and stoic face. . . . Alexander had said the redhead was merely under his protection, whatever the hell that meant. In the community, people bandied labels about like confetti.

A loud pop from one of the wands startled her. The flames attached themselves to Charlotte’s skin for the briefest second and then vanished like orange and red ghosts.

She pulled her blouse free from her clammy chest. The slight waft of cooler air did nothing to dissipate the heat growing where it should not be growing. She hadn’t been aroused in . . . how long?

How about in Mark’s kitchen? Or the bridge? Or . . . pick any other time you were with Marcos? Shut up, she told her internal voices. Perhaps she should have tried edge play before. Then Marcos would watch her that way, wouldn’t he?

She projected herself onto the table. If she asked, the flames could land on her skin, make her arch her back that way. Even before she’d been widowed, she hadn’t had a Master’s touch in far, far too long.

Perhaps Marcos could . . .

Stop. She shouldn’t yearn to be in Charlotte’s position. So just don’t think it.

Ha! Like that would work. Her traitorous mind conjured pictures of herself splayed out, nude and writhing, as Marcos, and only Marcos, mastered her body’s reactions. The flames danced over its princess as if alive. Oh, to feel that alive. To have fire skip over her skin. To be the object of Mark’s attention.

He stood. Where was he going?

He strode to Princess Charlotte and smiled down on her. She sent him an adoring look. The kiss he laid on her forehead said everything. He was her real Master, wasn’t he?

Mark sat back down and nodded once. The Master resumed, thrumming the lit wands up the beauty’s legs. The fire skittered across Charlotte’s skin. She twisted and moaned. More licks of warmth reached Isabella’s skin.

She searched the quietest corners of her mind for the bits of peace she’d stitched together in the last few months. The cool, empty places that didn’t need so desperately. They were no help in settling the arousal growing inside.

She turned and looked up at Alexander. He looked over her head and nodded in Mark’s direction. She didn’t dare turn her head.

Alexander gently turned her so she once again faced the scene. “Mark has requested you stay.”

“You got all that from a nod,” she whispered to the center of the room. She didn’t need to pose it as a question. The elite Dominants at Accendos had an uncanny understanding of one another. Their near clairvoyant abilities were part of their allure. They watched out for each other, as they watched out for their charges. Only she wasn’t anyone’s responsibility. She had no Master.

At that instant, her soul felt thrown to the periphery, outside wherever Mark, the other Master and the Fire Princess lived. The detached feeling should have numbed her body. Instead, she was overcome by a sense of loss.

Why had she come back? She should have never returned to D.C.

She glanced up at Alexander once last time, and then fled.

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Download A Perfect Man and Get Your Holiday Smexy On

Hello, my lovely readers. May your holidays be unfolding peacefully and joyously. To add to the seasonal spirit, download a free, smexy paranormal tale, A Perfect Man for Christmas, written by 12 authors, myself included. The story is a fun take on the 12 Days of Christmas.

Click or tap here to download.

Story Blurb: Wynter only has a few days left to find the perfect man before Christmas…or lose her head, literally. The perfect man isn’t easy to find, or is he?

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Authors include Laurie Olerich, Elaine Barris, Kitten K. Jackson, Rebecca Royce, Elle Boon, Isobelle Cate, Kay Manis, Bella Juarez, Patricia W. Fischer, Riley Bancroft and Brenna Zinn — and of course, moi (Elizabeth SaFleur).

Twelve days…twelve authors…an erotic, paranormal holiday short story that’s anything but conventional.

My fur baby and I wish you a graceful spin into 2016. Happy New Year!

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SEXY SNIPPET DAY – from LOVELY, Steaming Hot Romance

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***Sexy Snippet Saturday***

From LOVELY 
a contemporary erotic romance

~~Not all power in D.C. is wielded by politicians (except, perhaps, by this one)~~


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Jonathan stood on the blazing hot concrete longer than he cared to, but he needed to resolve the internal debate that had raged in his head since he sat down. The last person he expected to see here was Christiana Snow. Yet, there she sat, tempting him like a creamy delicacy.

A fall of blond hair cascaded over the back of the chaise and her long, elegant legs stretched out, glistening with sunscreen. Small breasts, barely covered in triangles of sapphire Lycra, rose and fell with her deep breaths. She looked more serene than he’d ever seen her, certainly more than when they plowed into one another at the Churchill fundraiser mere days ago.

Her rosebud lips parted on a sigh. His mind filled with visions of succulent kisses—and wet sucking sounds from her mouth encasing his cock. He hardened instantly.

Perhaps running into Christiana at the fundraiser—and now here—was fated. He didn’t believe in such nonsense, yet some kismet seemed at work.

The more voluptuous Avery Churchill perched beside Christiana. She wore the same expression he’d seen at the fundraiser. Ennui and entitlement. She irritated the fuck out of him.  It was strange seeing these women from two different worlds together, given what he knew of Christiana’s family history. And, he was from yet a third universe.

He should walk away.

Christiana stretched like a warm kitten in a slat of sunshine.

She’s nineteen. Forget it. He had an election to win, a family legacy to restore, and a personal life that already skated the edge of respectability.

Walk. Away.

Her pink tongue swirled over her lips. He turned toward them. Jonathan had an hour before he needed to be at the television station. He could at least say hello.

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REVIEW LOVE
4.9 out of 5 stars on Amazon
(Thank you, wonderful readers & reviewers)

. . . simply unable to put it down. There were several little twists and turns which surprised me and kept me on my toes.”
~The Smutsonian, professional reader and reviewer

“Elizabeth’s obvious familiarity with the city of Washington DC is apparent from page one, and as we move briskly through this fascinating story, it is equally apparent that she is imbued with both a familiarity with the social life, the government types, and the shenanigans that only occasionally creep into the media.”
~Top 100 Reviewer on Amazon

“. . . an extremely well-told story that expertly balances romance, sex, and intrigue. It’s thrilling, highly erotic, emotional, suspenseful, and ultimately very satisfying.
~Amazon Reviewer