Thursday 28 February 2013

50 Shades of Fairy Tales: Wild & Lawless Collection No. 1

50 Shades of Fairy Tales
Wild & Lawless Collection No. 1
Leigh Foxlee

About: For fans of 50 Shades of Grey and Desperate Housewives, here comes a fun, flirty BDSM series that delivers sexy, mysterious doms and loads of erotic hijinks.

The Wild & Lawless collection includes:

Sleeping With Beauty: Kat is an insomniac, and the only thing that cures her sleepless nights is sex. One problem: she drains her partners like Rogue from X-Men. But the mysterious bartender she hired has a proposition to cure what ails her, and it includes a wanton night spent in a strange fairyland.

The Ugly Duckling: Casey Carpenter's life spins out of control after her husband cheats on her and drains their bank account. She can't afford her condo, her furniture is about to be repossessed, and the only man who can help her is a misfit-turned-model she used to bully in high school. Sparks and shoes fly when the once popular girl becomes a sex maid for this former ugly duckling.

Cindy Eller: Cindy Eller ditches her pre-Valentine's Day date, the elusive Prince Charming, even though their scorching online encounters have her intrigued. But social anxiety, plus her paranoid step mom and step sisters, make her too terrified to meet the man of her dreams. The prince, however, has a plan to get her in his arms and dole out a sexy punishment for her naughtiness.

Hans & Greg: Greg Butler is an executive editor who's willing to do anything to climb the corporate ladder. When his boss assigns him to the dreaded Darmoor murder legend story, though, he gets more than he bargained for. A sexy witch named Hans has a story to tell, but if Greg wants his secrets he's going to have to play in Hans' dungeon, and by his rules.

Plus bonus excerpts & more!

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Sunday 24 February 2013

Hans & Greg: 50 Shades of Fairy Tales

Hans & Greg: 50 Shades of Fairy Tales
Leigh Foxlee

About: For fans of 50 Shades of Grey and Desperate Housewives, here comes a fun, flirty bdsm series that delivers sexy, mysterious doms and loads of erotic hijinks.

Greg Butler is an executive editor who's willing to do anything to climb the corporate ladder. When his boss assigns him to the dreaded Darmoor murder legend story, though, he gets more than he bargained for. A sexy witch named Hans has a story to tell, but if Greg wants his secrets he's going to have to play in Hans' dungeon, and by his rules.

Excerpt: "I love getting head from a man with a goatee." My boss Derek sighed out the words and sat back in his chair while I slurped my way down his erection. Through grunts of satisfaction, he continued, "I need you to do the Darmoor murder legend story this year."

I stopped sucking, wiped a bit of pre-cum from the hair beneath my lip. "No goddamn way."

He pressed a finger to my lip, then pressed my head full of dark curls back into his crotch. "But I need you to go out there and interview Hans. We need something more this time. More meat on the bones, ya know what I mean?"

I stroked his thick, pinkish brown cock, pulling my mouth away to mock him. "Did you intend to make that terrible pun, or …"

Once more he shoved me down on his spit-shiny glans. "Shut up and suck. People don't want sleepy little town fluff these days. They want tawdry suburban scandal. Or, in this case, tawdry backwoods scandal. You leave after you make me cum."

"Yes sir," I grumbled around his penis.

Derek Tremblay was the editor-in-chief of the Sudbury Review, a medium-sized newspaper publisher in Sudbury, Ontario where I'd worked for the last three years. I was an acquisitions editor who doubled as a reporter when I first got the job, but after expertly sucking Mr. Tremblay's cock I quickly moved up the Review's ladder. He made me his executive editor after we started fucking. I take that as a compliment.

My name is Greg Butler, and I'm a journalist, which you probably already guessed. Well, truth is, these days I don't go out and get the stories much anymore. I stay in my nice, cushy exec office and edit them. Believe me, it's still hard work red penning those puppies, particularly when we get a new crop of journalists fresh in from college, but sometimes I miss going out there and getting into my work, too.

However, not a journalist at the Review wanted to cover the yearly Darmoor murder legend story. Though not an old legend, only ten years have passed since the event, it's well known and just scandalous enough to make the little town it happened in … well … legendary.

So why doesn't anyone want to cover it? Well, in the past we'd do a boring blanket story. Someone would go down to the archives and pull up all the old files on the murder that happened in the sleepy little suburb of Chestnut Lane, only a fifteen minute drive from my office in Sudbury. Not exactly thrilling reporting, combing through archives and sneezing your way through a decade of dust.

But to get to Hans, the center of this local melodrama, I'd have to go all the way out past Chestnut Lane, into a rural district that was bordered by an old growth forest. No one had gone to interview Hans in years, and he rarely allowed strangers in his home, or so I'd heard.

Hans Muller was a witch who had been accused of murdering his lover. He was cleared of the charges due to lack of evidence, but most of the Darmoor people still think he did it. Hans keeps to himself on a little piece of land at the Darmoor limits. And it looks like I'm going to be his houseguest this weekend.

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And don't forget to also pick up Snow, a new fairy tale from Courtesan Press!



Friday 22 February 2013

Guest Author Spotlight & More Fairy Tales

Leigh Foxlee is the guest author in the spotlight over at Jessica Frost's blog. Surf over and check it out here: authorjessicafrost.blogspot.ca/2013/02/guest-author-spotlight-ugly-duckling-by.html

Big thanks going out to our friend Jessica for hosting Leigh. Ms. Foxlee is also giving away ebooks of Cindy Eller and The Ugly Duckling, so be sure to visit the spotlight and enter to win!


And we've got a new bdsm fairy tale from Leigh processing! Some man love this time around with Hans & Greg. It's already available at Amazon, Smashwords, and for Nook. Take a peek at the cover and click the links to grab your copy now. We'll have the new release posted as soon as it goes live on Kobo.

About: For fans of 50 Shades of Grey and Desperate Housewives, here comes a fun, flirty bdsm series that delivers sexy, mysterious doms and loads of erotic hijinks.

Greg Butler is an executive editor who's willing to do anything to climb the corporate ladder. When his boss assigns him to the dreaded Darmoor murder legend story, though, he gets more than he bargained for. A sexy witch named Hans has a story to tell, but if Greg wants his secrets he's going to have to play in Hans' dungeon, and by his rules. 


Don't forget to check out all the 50 Shades of Fairy Tales already available from Wild & Lawless Writers and Courtesan Press.

Sunday 17 February 2013

Winner of the Jessica Frost Giveaway

Congratulations to our follower Unikorna! She wins a copy of Jessica Frost's new release, To Serve and Protect. Shoot me an email at: anitalawless 'at' gmail 'dot' com and we'll get that book right over to you.

To Serve and Protect is now available at:

Friday 15 February 2013

50 Shades of Fairy Tales: Volume I

Along with our friends at Courtesan Press, Wild & Lawless Writers are thrilled to present 50 Shades of Fairy Tales: Volume 1. This is a collobarative publishing venture between CP and W&L, and we hope you've been enjoying the sexy, saucy BDSM filled stories.

50 Shades of Fairy Tales Volume 1
Madeline Apple & Leigh Foxlee

About: Published in conjunction with Wild & Lawless Writers and Courtesan Press.

For fans of 50 Shades of Grey and Desperate Housewives, here comes a fun, flirty BDSM series that delivers sexy, mysterious doms and loads of erotic hijinks.

Cindy Eller: Cindy Eller ditches her pre-Valentine’s Day date, the elusive Prince Charming, even though their scorching online encounters have her intrigued. But social anxiety, plus her paranoid step mom and step sisters, make her too terrified to meet the man of her dreams. The prince, however, has a plan to get her in his arms and dole out a sexy punishment for her naughtiness.

Red: Sadie “Red” Redner is awakened in the middle of the night by word of her grandmother’s illness. She’s hesitant to accept a ride from her hard-nosed boss, Frank Lupo, but faced with no alternatives, she finds herself sharing a jeep with a real wolf who works hard and plays harder.

The Ugly Duckling: Casey Carpenter’s life spins out of control after her husband cheats on her and drains their bank account. She can’t afford her condo, her furniture is about to be repossessed, and the only man who can help her is a misfit-turned-model she used to bully in high school. Sparks and shoes fly when the once popular girl becomes a sex maid for this former ugly duckling.

Puss 'N' Boots: When Henry Miller returns to his hometown of Westford, Connecticut, for the reading of his favorite aunt’s will, he’s surprised to find himself half owner of his aunt’s shoe boutique, Puss ‘N Boots. Unfortunately, his crafty aunt has clauses in her will that force him to work at the boutique for a minimum of six months if he wants to collect his inheritance–which means sharing space with his adopted cousin Kit, a gorgeous ex-model who seduced Henry as a young man. Before long, the fur flies…and the sparks!

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Thursday 14 February 2013

Valentine's Free Erotica

Hey readers!

Wild & Lawless Writers have a special Valentine's Day treat for you. Until tomorrow at midnight, you can grab Cindy Eller: 50 Shades of Fairy Tales for FREE in MOBI format! Just click the link here or the cover below to get your copy now.


And visit our friends at Courtesan Press for more Valentine's Day gifts! Click here, or on the cover below, to get Red for free.


Don't forget to check out the other Fairy Tales in our series.



And be sure to check out our book giveaway with Jessica Frost! I'll announce the winner Saturday.

Happy Valentine's Day, readers! Have a wonderful day with your special sweetie. xox

Tuesday 12 February 2013

Sleeping With Beauty: 50 Shades of Fairy Tales

Sleeping With Beauty: 50 Shades of Fairy Tales
Leigh Foxlee

About: For fans of 50 Shades of Grey and Desperate Housewives, here comes a fun, flirty bdsm series that delivers sexy, mysterious doms and loads of erotic hijinks.

Kat is an insomniac, and the only thing that cures her sleepless nights is sex. One problem: she drains her partners like Rogue from X-Men. But the mysterious bartender she hired has a proposition to cure what ails her, and it includes a wanton night spent in a strange fairyland.

Excerpt: "I'd like to rock your world."

Mike set the drink down in front of me and smiled, showing dazzling white teeth. His steely grey eyes twinkled.

I grinned and played along. "We've been over this before. You're too young." I flipped a straight strand of golden blonde hair out of my eyes and sipped on the concoction, complete with pink drink umbrella, he'd given me.

He hooked a thumb at a guy toward the end of the bar. "It's not from me, sweetheart. It's from him."

Rock your world was the name of one of Mike's specialties, and though I owned this place, I had forgotten what exactly the mixed drink contained. Mike was my head bartender, and I trusted him to take care of such recipes and all things alcohol in this place. He'd been with me three years and the kid had never let me down.

And considering he's only ten years younger than me, I should really quit calling him a kid. How insulting. I can't help myself. Sometimes I feel so much older than my 35 years.

"But you don't look old, Kat," Mike whispered close to my ear, as if he could read my mind. "You look like a foxy 25-year-old Jennifer Aniston."

I waved him off good-naturedly and tried to hide my shiver. How the hell did he do that? It's like he had a direct line into my thoughts.

"Well," I said, pushing the drink away from me. "You can tell him thank you, but no thank you."

Mike snickered and took away the alcohol. "Yeah, he kinda looks like a sleazy used car salesman, doesn't he?"

I laughed. "Yeah, no offense to the guy, but he does."

Mike moved off toward the balding gentleman, who looked like a cross between Larry David and George Bush. My head bartender looked decidedly pleased to be delivering my tactful turndown. Whether the guy really was as sleazy as he looked, I didn't know, and I didn't see the point in being intentionally cruel over a harmless gesture.

Although, by the spreading grin on Mike's face as he returned, and the way the poor jilted guy slinked away from the bar, my employee may have elaborated on my polite refusal.

I shook my head and smiled. That man was incorrigible.

"So, how you been sleeping?" Mike opened up the small dishwasher we kept to wash glasses just under the counter.

I sighed and avoided his penetrating, compassionate gaze. "Not well."

He shook a finger at me. "I could tell the insomnia's back. You always get extra quiet when you aren't sleeping well. And you forgot to do the books. You never forget to do the books on Friday."

I bristled a bit at this, but swallowed down my defensive trigger and joked, "Well, maybe I've suddenly got a life, and now I'm doing the books on Monday."

He gave that deep, throaty laugh I tried to deny had an effect on me. "Sweetie, I know everything about you, and I know you haven't gotten a life yet." His warm, strong finger swept under my chin and tilted my head up.

Uttered by different lips, those words would've come off as creepy. But, from Mike, they came off as caring, concerned, sad about my lack of social outings. I knew he worried about me. Worried that I worked too much.

He didn't know the truth, though. That was one thing Mike Stansfield did not know about Ms. Katherine J. Leonard. (Call me Kat for short.) He didn't know the effect I had on people.

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Don't forget to check out the other 50 Shades of Fairy Tales now available from Wild & Lawless Writers and Courtesan Press!

Saturday 9 February 2013

Writer's Guest Room: To Serve & Protect by Jessica Frost

Hey readers!

Jessica Frost drops by our Writer's Guest Room today with her new m/m release, To Serve & Protect. Check it out below. Plus, you've got a chance to win your own copy of Jessica's new release right here! Next Saturday, I'll randomly pick a winner from my followers to receive the book. So if you haven't followed our blog yet, do it and you have a chance to win!



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Blurb: Erotic Paranormal M/M Romantic Suspense Novella

When Detective Jacob Brown arrives at the scene of a massacre, he sees a mysterious man escaping. One victim’s still alive. It’s Vincent Brewster, Jacob’s ex-lover who dumped him months ago, breaking his heart and then disappearing. Later at the hospital, when Vincent sees the handsome detective, he thinks it’s love at first sight. Although Vincent can’t remember who he is, he’s sexually attracted to Jacob. While Vincent wants to get closer to him, Jacob wants to run away. But the killer’s still loose. Jacob must protect Vincent and help him get his memory back. This means he has to remind him of their past, including the bondage sex they enjoyed. He vows to do whatever it takes to get Vincent to remember. When his and Vincent’s feelings of love resurface, it’s hard to resist Vincent’s seduction. What they don’t know is Vincent and the serial killer now have a connection—a supernatural one. And the killer’s coming for him. Can Jacob protect Vincent and help him get his memory back before the killer finds him?

See excerpts and more info at: http://www.bookstrand.com/to-serve-and-protect

Contest: Want a chance to win a $25 Amazon or Kobo gift ecard? Then check out Jessica Frost’s contest over at The Romance Studio http://theromancestudio.com/drawings.php . There are also many other contests from cool authors to check out.

Monday 4 February 2013

Free Erotica: Hostage of Lust

Hey readers!

We have a Kindle freebie for you this month. You can grab Hostage of Lust FREE until Feb. 8. Just click on the link in this paragraph, or the cover below, to grab your copy now.

About: Jim "Big Man" Davies is on a mission to save his marriage. This now retired pro-wrestler fears his wife has fallen for a much younger man. So, one weekend, he decides it's time to play the game. A role playing scenario his wife, Tara, has always fantasized about. Armed with manacles, a blindfold, and sex toys galore, he only hopes she'll fall back in love with him when he's through with her… and not call the cops instead.

Saturday 2 February 2013

Writer's Guest Room: Red by Madeline Apple

Hey readers!

Our friends over at Courtesan Press have just released their first 50 Shades of Fairy Tales, and we'd like to welcome the author, Madeline Apple, to our Writer's Guest Room. Sit back and enjoy an excerpt from Red.

Authors, would you like to be a guest in the Writer's Guest Room? Send us an email at: anitalawless@gmail.com We look forward to hosting you soon! Writer's Guest Room will be an informal feature on the blog which will run at random times, but authors may request specific dates as well.

50 Shades of Fairy Tales: Red
Madeline Apple

About: Sadie “Red” Redner is awakened in the middle of the night by word of her grandmother’s illness. She’s hesitant to accept a ride from her hard-nosed boss, Frank Lupo, but faced with no alternatives, she finds herself sharing a jeep with a real wolf who works hard and plays harder.

Excerpt: Frank Lupo was the type of guy you fell in love with at first sight—and then quickly learned the error of your ways. I know because I was one of the stupid ones who did, the first day on the job, no less.

Frank was my boss and half owner of Lupo & Mayer, Accountants. He was tall and powerfully built, with the lean, broad physique of a guy who had probably done track in high school and football in college. He wore his perfectly black hair slicked back Mafioso-style and his goatee trimmed and tight. His eyes were icy blue and his teeth the porcelain white of a man with good genetics as opposed to a good dentist. He looked like the devil, if the devil was an accountant. He wore no wedding ring, though he did have a football ring from Rutgers University. Real movie-star material, I thought dreamily that first day I found myself working in one of the biggest accounting firms in New York City. 

The competition for the job had been fierce, and I had only gotten in due to good timing. The last girl had been caught embezzling money and I had just put my resume in, thinking nothing would come of it. At twenty-four, I didn’t think I would actually get it. But suddenly there I was at Lupo & Mayer, crunching numbers. Naturally, that first week I was careful, checking and double checking my work. The last thing I needed was an error on the books. The following Monday, Frank called me into his executive suite office and told me to sit down.

I honestly thought he meant to compliment me, stupid me, but as he sat down and I concentrated on not gaping at him like some lovestruck teenager, he said, “You work too slow, Sadie.”

“I’m…sorry?” Maybe I hadn’t heard him right.

He scooped some papers out of the file folder that I had delivered to him before the weekend. “I appreciate you graduated top of your class, and you obviously have a knack for numbers, but, Redner, you finished two accounts last week. If I had shown these to my partner, he would have canned you before the weekend.” His voice was steady and boomed around his plush, white luxury office. He put off a kind of fission as he slapped the folder down in front of me like some kind of a displeased professor put off by a project of mine.

I felt my face burn with shame and anger—shame that I had let him down, anger at being called Redner, like he was my coach back in high school. His lips pursed together, hiding his big, strong teeth, and his eyes narrowed to laser points. I thought of some big predator stalking a deer deep in the wood and the thought made me hyperaware of my body, the way my hose rubbed between my legs. My fingers pressed nervously into my sweating palms.

He lifted his chin in a gesture I could only call arrogant. “If you want to run with the big dogs someday, Redner, you’re going to need to step it up.”

I wanted to tell him I’d done my best, and I’d made no mistakes. It took me three tries to get the words out. “All right.”

As always, I never got mad fast enough, and I always let everything bother me afterward. I knew what I would do next. I would thank him and then step out of his office, dutifully reprimanded but smiling at all my coworkers as if nothing had happened. Then I would go home and overeat and cry into my pillow as all the loose parts of my self-confidence fell apart. I was the same way in high school and college. I was the same way in all my relationships. That was me, Sadie Redner, human doormat.

At least I had the good grace to not cry when I got back to my desk. But later that day, as I was leaving, Frank called me back into his office. I was shaking and I nearly collapsed to the floor as he let me back in. Had he found an error in my hastily performed work? Or maybe I still wasn’t fast enough, even though I had knocked out a whole account in a day.

“Thanks for staying after, Sadie,” he said as he walked around his desk and picked up the file folder I had just delivered. He flipped it open and I felt my heart as it started banging around my chest. He glanced down at my figures, then up at my face. “Good work. And see, you can work fast and not make any errors.”

I nearly sobbed with relief. He noted my expression and said, “Look...Red…I have to be hard on you. My partner’s a nervous man, and we’ve never taken on someone as young as you are. I don’t want to see you out on the street. It’s nothing personal.”

I swallowed and nodded. He stared at me with an intensity that left me feeling pinned down and a little vulnerable, but at the same time, hopeful. I hated him for being so confident, but at the same time, I envied him. So when he asked to walk me down to the lobby, I scrambled for my coat and satchel like a desperate idiot.

I’d only had two boyfriends, one in high school and one in college that I’d actually slept with. Neither of my relationships had ended well, and after my boyfriend in college left me for my best friend, I had vowed not to fall for a pretty face again.

On the way down in the elevator, Frank asked me how I was liking New York.

“How do you know I don’t come from New York?” I asked.

“You have a Pennsylvania Dutch accent,” Frank noted, and I felt my face flush for the second time that day. “Are you Amish?” he asked. He sounded genuinely interested. “Or were you?”

Oh god. I hated talking about this. It made me feel like Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm. “No,” I immediately told him. “My grandmother and I just grew up in Lancaster, is all. There’s a large Pennsylvania Dutch settlement there.” I didn’t mention that Gramma was an ex-Amish and that she had largely raised me alone.

I tried not to talk too much the rest of the way down.

When we stepped out into the lobby, I immediately saw a beautiful, sleek woman in a smart suit and swing coat from Saks Fifth Avenue heading our way. She was carrying a Prada clutch purse. I was still about five years away from owning anything Prada. She immediately linked her arm through Frank’s and leaned down to whisper something in his ear, something that made Frank grin in his wolfish way. The two hurried toward a limo waiting for them in the curb outside the building, both their coats flying.

It was the emotional equivalent of having a cold pail of water dumped over my head. Then I wondered what I had been expecting. Frank was so much older than I was, sophisticated. I was a country girl at heart. We had nothing in common.

I hurried out into the street, trying not to gape and look like a tourist. I had only been living in New York a few months and its vastness and speed still took my breath away.

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