Welcome to the House of Taboo Saturday Spotlight! It’s been some time since we had a special guest. Tony and I thought it was time to bring out this feature again. Instead of the old way of interviewing authors, we’re going to set up a discussion with authors who are fascinated with the paranormal and supernatural. Those dates are still in the planning stages, but to whet your appetites—and serve up some fabulous margaritas, we’ve invited our friend Dakota Skye to take over Center Stage and talk about her new release, SnowBound.
January is human trafficking awareness month. Rather than being a political or racial issue, this is a global concern that affects people no matter their social status, finances, race, political belief, or religious (or non-religious) origins. Women and children make up more than 80% of all human traffickers, which is why I’m comfortable addressing my audience of erotic romance readers—we are the instruments for change. There are more slaves in the world today than ever before in human history. Women, children, young boys sold into the sex trade, forced into labor, and sometimes made into suicide bombers (children as young as 7 years old can be sold for approximately $14,000 US Dollars to become suicide bombers).
I write about sex that, yes, is heavy into BDSM and can be very dark at times. However, I write from the stance of an empowered woman who is in control of how I live my life. My readers are the same—strong, smart, savvy. In SnowBound, my characters embark on a twisted sexual journey while in pursuit of a sex trafficking ring run by very wealthy individuals.
That last part is based on fact. The human trafficking industry is very lucrative-but the victims of it are shown no mercy. Once they’ve been used up, they are discarded like trash. Be aware. Get involved. Our humanity transcends boundaries. Yes, women are the primary victims—but we are also the primary activists leading the way to bring this topic from the shadows and into the light.
To learn more about this global issue, go to http://www.humantrafficking.org/resources. Thank you for your time. Now, please, take a look at my newest release, SnowBound.
It’s not for the shy.
Professional psychic Landon Mitchel is a desperate man willing to do whatever it takes to save his sister—including kidnapping a federal agent.
FBI Agent Haley Masters has a reckless side that leads her into dangerous sexual situations to burn off the anxiety for her job. When she meets a hot man in a bar hoping for one night of fun, little does she know he’s about to take her on a wild ride of conspiracy, sexual exploration, and betrayal.
Will Landon be able to bring his sister home in time for the New Year? Will their mutual quest for justice bring them together or tear them apart as the danger of their twisted hunt for ruthless human traffickers comes to an end?
*sexually explicit and dark themes*
She tugged his sweater up his chest and over his shoulders, breaking their kiss only long enough to toss the offending clothing aside. Straddling his waist, she removed her gun from where she’d tucked it in the back of her jeans, smiled, and set it on the bedside table. Bending, she kissed the center of his chest before sliding her hands over his shoulders like someone admiring a piece of sculpture.
“Your turn,” she whispered, sliding her hands down his arm.
“What do you mean?”
She closed the metal of the handcuff over his wrist, winked, and held his hand up to the headboard. “I think it’s only fair.”
He willingly lifted his other hand, anxious to see what she would do with him. He usually preferred being the one doing the restraining, but his cock already throbbed at the idea of her taking charge.
She kissed his neck, bit him, slid her fingers over the tattoos on his shoulders, licked his chest, and cupped the bulge nearly breaking the zipper on his jeans. Sliding lower, she undid his zipper, pushed his pants down his legs, and yanked his underwear off with agonizing slowness.
She moved her tongue up the inside of his right thigh before moving to his left, deliberately tormenting him while his cock lifted high desperate for attention. She cupped his balls, nipped against his hipbone, hair slid over the tip of his penis.
Pulling away from his body, she stood, gaze locked on his cock, stripped, bit her lower lip, and grabbed the bottle of wine from where she’d left it. She leaned over him, pressed the bottle to his lips, and grinned.
“Want a taste?” She poured the wine into his mouth before smashing her lips over his, both kissing and drinking from him.
“Mmm…I want to taste you.”
“You’ll need to wait.” She set the wine aside, looked at him, and squeezed her tits together. “Is this what you want?”
He nodded, salivating at the idea of sucking on her. Her hands moved down her sides and slid between her legs. He watched, fixated while her fingers slid over her clit and dipped lower to her cunt.
“Haley, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Do you wish you were touching me?” She lifted one of her legs to the edge of the bed, giving him a good view of her fingers sliding inside her folds.
She grinned, kept one hand working her pussy while the other squeezed a breast, thumb teasing her nipple.
He watched, fascinated as she stood just out of reach, naked and delectable, giving him a show while he clenched his fists in frustration and his cock ached to be satisfied. Pre-cum dripped onto his lower abdomen.
She tilted her head back, long hair sliding down, neck bare, tit squished in her palm, and rubbed herself into orgasm. He watched the muscles of her cunt flex around her fingers and bit his lower lip until it bled.
Abruptly, she turned her ass to him, bent over, and unsnapped the strap from her duffel bag. Holding hit between her hands, she stretched it out as if testing its strength.
“Turn over,” she demanded. “You’ve been very bad.”
“Now.” She smacked his thigh with the strap.
He struggled to turn, wrists overlapping in the handcuffs, top of his head pressed against the headboard. She smacked his ass. Hard. He gasped, the force jolting him tighter against the wooden frame. One of her hands reached between his legs and squeezed his balls just as another strike smacked his ass.
“That’s for holding a gun against me,” she said before sliding her hand over his shaft from behind.
She bit his back, swatted his ass, and moved her hand over his cock.
“Do not come,” she instructed, her hot breath moist on his shoulder blades. “I want that for myself. Do. Not. Come.”
He winced, the pain of obeying almost too much to bear. The pressure in his cock throbbed for release. He squeezed his eyes closed as another blow came, this time to the back of his thighs.
She squeezed his balls again, leaving his penis to throb alone.
“Haley, my God. Please.”
“You like being punished, don’t you?” She moved both hands over his butt. “Turn over.”
He returned to his back, sweat rolling down his face from the effort of controlling his release.
She knelt between his thighs, licked his balls, and held her tits together and moved them over his dick. Meeting his gaze, she smiled before sliding her tongue around the tip of his cock. Her mouth closed over him, sucking, cherishing. He couldn’t stop himself anymore. He came with a shout, hips thrusting up until the tip of his penis hit the back of her throat. She moaned and swallowed all of him, her hands reaching beneath him to hold him tight against her face.
The tremor ripped through his entire body, bringing him off of the bed, legs twisting against the sheets, restraints snapping the old wood frame headboard with a loud crack.
“Fuck, we broke the bed,” he muttered, looking at the wooden slat that fell against the pillow.
She pulled her mouth from his cock and crawled over him like a predatory cat. Nipples trailed along his chest, blue eyes shined with need. When they were eye-to-eye, she reached over for the bottle of wine and took a long drink before pouring some into his mouth.
In a surprise move, she undid his restraints and smiled. “I can’t stand not being touched by you.”
“Oh, thank God.” With the shackles still dangling from his left wrist, he rolled her onto her back in one flip and ravaged her mouth with his tongue.
When she moaned her approval at his roughness, he wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled. Rarely had he found a woman who could give it as well as she received it and, damn that thrilled him.
He pinched her breasts before cupping them in his hands and squeezing them as she had done when tormenting him, never breaking their kiss. The more he tasted, the more he wanted.
Cock already hard again, he sucked on her lower lip, met her gaze, and grinned before standing abruptly. He raked his gaze over her naked body, feeling gigantic standing over her small frame and amazed that she’d had the power to make him lose all control. Again and again.
He flipped her over, spread her legs with his thigh, and rammed his cock deep inside her. Seeing the discarded strap, he held her firm with one hand, fucked her hard from behind, and smacked her ass with the belt.
She shouted, hands clenching the sheets at her side, head rolling back.
He dropped the strap, grabbed her hips with both hands, and ground his hips into hers as hard and fast as he could go. Her pussy was so hot, so wet. With his second orgasm, he collapsed on top of her.
They lay there panting, both sweaty and unable to move.
“Glad the room’s on your credit card and not mine,” she whispered against the sheet. “We’re going to destroy this place if we’re snowed in long enough.”
He laughed against her hair and dragged his hand beneath her to cup her breast. “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…”
Dakota Skye is an author fascinated by the paranormal. After having several personal “unexplained experiences” in her life, she started exploring the idea of the “other side.” Ghosts, angels, Spirit Guides…what are they and do we interact with them more than we know? In her stories, she incorporates that fascination with fantasy while always focusing on the love.
Novels and stories by Dakota Skye are Blurred Lines, Impact Zone, Uncharted Territory (ongoing series), Snow Bound and Daydreams. Another paranormal erotic suspense novel, Deadly Decadence, is scheduled for release in the spring of 2015. Ms. Skye is the pen name for a multi-published author of romantic suspense, contemporary romance, and nonfiction. Writing as Dakota enables the author to explore without limitations.
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What are you all waiting for? Go on and grab your copy of SnowBound today. It’s a fabulous read that will leave you Breathless and Begging for more!
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