Guest Post by Eden Bradley + Spotlight on Sanctuary + Excerpt + Contest!

Yay! My blog is back up (it disappeared for 24 hours!) just in time for me to help Eden Bradley celebrate the reissue of Sanctuary. I adore Eden and I’m so happy to have her play at The Book Tart. Enjoy the excerpt and a little background into the writing of this story. Oh!Oh! Enter her contest too!

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The Queen of Tarts

Sanctuary (San Francisco Doms)Sanctuary

Eden Bradley (Author)
Release date: December 2nd 2014|
(first published 2007)|
Publisher: Samhain |
Genre: Romance, Erotic Romance |
ISBN: 9781619225442|
Format: eBook |

 

She trusts him with her body…but can he trust himself with her heart?

San Francisco Doms, Book 1

Devin Delaney has never described herself as kinky, despite a rich fantasy life filled with submission scenarios—until her best friend takes her to the Ring, a San Francisco BDSM club, and her senses hum with awakened urges.

One pro Dom in particular works scenes that leave her breathless, and when he unexpectedly invites her on a journey to the darker side of sex—right then, right there—she sinks readily into the sting of addictive desire.

Shaye’s past makes him wary of getting involved with any woman, but when Devin willingly gives herself over to him, something inside him opens up. And he finds himself breaking his own rules to keep her in his arms all night.

When Shaye takes Devin to an exclusive club named Sanctuary, leading her deeper into the BDSM world, Devin’s kinkiest fantasies—and emotions—shift into overdrive. The experience brings them both to the edge of an inner darkness that could seal their bond—or permanently tear it apart.

This book has been previously published and has been revised from its original release.

Product Warnings:: An irresistible alpha Dom who’s into flogging, spanking, pinching, hair pulling, and orgasm denial before driving his sub to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Contains extreme kink. You might want to bring a blindfold…and pack an extra pair of panties.

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Excerpt from Sanctuary

By Eden Bradley

Thanks so much to Kat for hosting me here today! I know my books are a teensy bit outside of her comfort zone, but I don’t mind making her blush-she’s *cute* when she blushes! But back to the topic at hand…: )

 

SANCTUARY is one of those books of my heart-maybe because it’s based on a real life story, and Shaye, my hero, is one of the guys who got away. *wistful sigh* Of course, the last part of the book does contain some embellishments, because the club Sanctuary is a product of my (dirty!) imagination, but this is fiction and if we can’t have fun there, where can we? Although I have to say, some of those more extreme environments do exist! But the first club Devin discovers is the Ring at Club X…and that one is modeled very closely on a real club-‘the’ real club where I met my ‘Shaye’. I’ve changed the names to protect the not-so-innocent, of course, but there’s a lot of my own personal story in there…and yes, he was every bit as hot as Shaye! You’ll have to read the book to find out more…hope you all enjoy this little peek!

♥, Eden

Excerpt

Sanctuary

by Eden Bradley

Lights pulsed, music pounded, and Devin’s heart hammered faster than it ever had in her life. How had she let Kimmie talk her into coming here, to the , on fetish night? She’d never seen anything like it.

She’d never imagined she would love it.

Hundreds of club-goers pressed against the sturdy metal railing that surrounded the Ring, the loft section of Club X, one of the hottest dance clubs in San Francisco, where unusual and wicked things happened every Friday night. Things she’d heard about, maybe even dreamed of, but had never seen. Until now.

She had to get closer.

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Devin followed Kimmie’s sleek, dark head as she pushed her way through the crowd, somehow finding her way, even though at just over five feet tall she couldn’t possibly have seen where she was going.

Multicolored lights flashed against dark red walls and into the shadowed alcoves where club-goers rested on velvet-covered couches and couples were locked in heated embraces, oblivious to the crowd and the noise.

They were almost up to the front. All around her people writhed and bounced to the beat that reverberated through the club, making the floors tremble until she could feel it in the pit of her stomach.

When they reached the railing, Kimmie pulled on Devin’s arm.

Devin shook her head. “It’s okay. I can see from here,” she yelled.

“What?”

“I’m fine right here,” she repeated more loudly.

Kimmie grinned, shook her head and shoved Devin in front of her.

“Kimmie!” Devin shouted over her shoulder, laughing. Then she felt the metal rail press against her stomach as the crowd surged forward.

In an instant her eyes were riveted to the scene before her, the strange, compelling scene within the Ring.

Chains dangled from somewhere high in the ceiling, ending in leather cuffs with big metal buckles. Against the back wall stood three enormous wooden crosses, each in the shape of a giant X, and bound to these crosses were two women and one man. The man had his shirt off, and a woman dressed all in black with brilliant scarlet hair was hitting his back with a small, multi-tailed flogger, raising fine red welts on his skin. With every slow, even stroke of the flogger the crowd called out, urging her on, making goose bumps rise on Devin’s arms, on the back of her neck.

But what really interested her were the women.

The two young blondes were stripped down to their underwear, both in black bras and thong panties. They faced the crosses, their arms raised high over their heads, their wrists cuffed and attached to eyebolts embedded in the wood. A pair of men spanked them with paddles in perfect synchronicity, moving with the beat of the heavy techno music.

Something in her stirred, awoke with a sharp cry of need as she watched. Amazing. Amazing that seeing this happen could make her body respond in this way. Amazing that she had never thought about this sort of thing before.

Had she? She knew what the floggers were called, and she’d agreed to come here with Kimmie easily enough. A night out at a club, her friend had said, with maybe a little extra thrill. This was thrilling, all right. Even more than the erotic novels she’d read. But that was just fiction, wasn’t it? It didn’t mean she actually wanted to do those things any more than reading a mystery novel meant she wanted to be a cop hunting down a serial killer.

Except that she was there, on the edge of the Ring, and her pulse was racing, her legs trembling as heat gathered between her thighs.

Maybe…

She pulled in a deep breath, exhaled slowly as she watched.

The two men, dressed entirely in black, wore leather pants and snug T-shirts. Their attention was focused on the pair of women, their backs to the crowd, and when they smacked the women’s flesh a cry rose from the wild group of onlookers. The music shifted and the men worked faster, in time with the new rhythm. Devin saw the ripple of muscles beneath their tight T-shirts as they lifted their arms and swung. The sound of the crowd became one long, continuous arc of noise. She could feel the aura of excitement all around her as the crowd fed it, fed her, making her pulse hammer in her veins. She couldn’t take her eyes away from the scene before her.

Kimmie yelled into her ear, “What do you think?”

All Devin could do was shake her head. What could she say? It was too loud in there to try to explain to Kimmie everything going through her mind.

“Do you want to go?” her friend asked.

“What? No!” She wasn’t going anywhere.

“Really?”

She turned for a moment and found a wide grin on Kimmie’s face, her gray eyes sparkling.

Devin smiled, shook her head a little. “Yes, really.”

Kimmie shrugged and Devin focused again on the action in the Ring.

The two men finished and released the girls from their restraints, rubbed their arms, their wrists, took them to a back corner and sat them down on a bench. A girl with short, dark hair and dressed in a red leather corset wrapped the women in blankets and gave them something to drink. Devin watched, mesmerized by the entire process. One of the men disappeared through a side door. When the other turned around a shock of heat roared through her.

He was beautiful.

Even in the flashing club lights she could see the honeyed shade of his skin. His hair was a short, spiky shock of brown tipped with blond, as though he’d recently been in the sun. His close-shaven goatee, a few shades darker than his hair, made him look purely devilish. It was too dim and he was too far away for her to see his eyes, but from where she stood they were dark, glittering. His gaze roved over the wild crowd and he gave them a crooked grin and a saucy wink, as though he was very much aware that he was performing—he probably was. And then he pulled his shirt off over his head.

She only had a moment to take in broad, muscled shoulders and tight six-pack abs, heavy tattoos around both biceps, before he turned around and started to pick up some items scattered around the floor, setting them on a wooden rack: a crop, the two paddles he and the other man had used, a variety of multi-tailed whips and canes, a few small metal tools. Devin wasn’t sure what everything was called. All she knew for certain was that this man made her entire body surge with need.

If only he would turn around again.

When he did, he looked right at her. Even among a crowd of hundreds, she knew it immediately. He watched her and flashed that small, cocky smile he’d given the crowd of revelers before. But this time it was for her alone.

He moved forward toward the front of the Ring until he stood right in the center of it. He stopped there, stared at her, locking his gaze on hers. Her stomach filled with butterflies, wings fluttering madly. She couldn’t believe he was looking at her, but the line of his gaze was perfectly clear.

Want…

She licked her suddenly dry lips. Her nipples went hard beneath her tight, stretchy top. It seemed his dark gaze traveled there instantly, to almost caress her skin before returning to her face. That self-assured smile appeared again, quirking just one corner of his mouth. Unbelievably sexy. Lust sang in her veins. She could hardly believe that having him look at her—just look at her!—was making her go wet.

The tattoos, the wicked goatee, him standing in the middle of this place, shirtless and beautiful…he was the ultimate bad boy, a satyr come to life. She’d never before been so attracted to a man. The hot flood of music and the colored lights only seemed to add to the sensual aura as he stared her down, daring her somehow.

He beckoned with his head, his grin quirking a little more. Yes, daring her to join him in the Ring.

She couldn’t do it, of course, no matter that every cell in her body screamed at her to go to him, to have this man touch her.

Touch me…

He moved toward her, approached the railing and put his hand out to her.

She blinked, offered her hand to him before she had a chance to think about it. He took it in his, turned it and laid a soft kiss in the center of her palm. A wave of raw desire rushed through her body like liquid fire.

He leaned in and yelled over the music, his deep voice booming over the noise of the club. “I’m Shaye. Tell me your name.”

God, he was talking to her.

“Devin.”

“Come play with me, Devin.”

She pulled back and saw that evil grin on his face. He had perfect white teeth, and she could see now that his eyes were a dark, smoky hazel with long, thick lashes.

“No, I…I can’t.”

“Of course you can. Just say yes.”

He still held onto her hand. His was large and warm, the contact like an electrical current running up her arm and straight to her sex. But she couldn’t bring herself to do what these people did in the Ring.

Could she?

© Eden Bradley, 2014

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More Eden:

Best-selling and award-winning author Eden Bradley writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called ‘elegant, intelligent and sensual’. Her debut novel, THE DARK GARDEN, has been praised as ‘a masterpiece’, and was a Romantic Times Top Pick, as was her erotic novel, FORBIDDEN FRUIT. Her novel THE LOVERS was called ‘…the thinking woman’s erotica…’.

Eden sold four novels and a novella to Bantam, as well as a novella to Berkley, before her first novel even hit the shelves, and Bantam contracted two more novels from her the moment her debut book was released. Several of her novels and novellas have been translated into German, Romanian, French and Japanese.

Eden has appeared regularly on Sirius Satellite’s Playboy Radio show, Night Calls, and has participated in round-table podcast and radio discussions. She is also a regular guest at the West Coast In the Flesh readings. Eden has conducted a number of workshops and served on panels on writing craft and writing sex at several chapters of Romance Writers of America, at the RWA Nationals Conference, at the Romantic Times Convention and at library and independent writer’s groups.

Eden has published a number of articles on writing and has written both print and e-books for Bantam/Delta, Harlequin Spice, HQN, Berkley Heat, Samhain Publishing, Magic Carpet Books, Phaze Publishing, and New Age Dimensions Publishing. Eden also writes erotic romance for Berkley Heat as Eve Berlin. Her debut Heat novel, PLEASURE’S EDGE, won the 2010 Holt Medallion Award for best Erotic Romance.

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Tell us about your first crush or about the person you wonder “what if” about sometimes

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12 Replies to “Guest Post by Eden Bradley + Spotlight on Sanctuary + Excerpt + Contest!”

  1. My first crush was the boy next door I think I was 10, but I don’t have the what if’s about any ex boyfriend, I married my soul mate. Thank you for the wonderful giveaway.

  2. My first crush was my first and only boyfriend that I had until I met and married my husband(39 yrs now). I was 16 back then, so yeah I wonder sometimes but then I realize I would not have the children and grandchildren that I have now so I wouldn’t change anything that happened. Thanks for the giveaway. 🙂

  3. My first crush was also my first boyfriend. We met on summer vacations and we were inseparable for a couple of years. Then he moved away and things fell apart. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be. Anyway, thanks for the giveaway!

  4. My first crush was the boy across the street. It was fun since we always played together as kids. Not in touch anymore but that was a magical time as a kid.

  5. My first crush was Capt. Kangaroo which really dates me. My first attainable crush was Todd in the third grade. He was always perfect, hair combed, clothes with iron creases. I often think now he probably spontaneously combusted in his teens or 20’s from the pressure of being so perfect.

  6. My first crush was one of five brothers with the last name of Valentine. He had the most gorgeous red hair and the nicest smile. The was a two years older than me in school but we were still friends. I often wondered what he was doing over the last thirty plus years.

  7. MET A GUY AT MY BUSINESS AND WE STARTED UP A CONV AND HE WAS WORKING IN MY TOWN FROM OUT OF STATE AND HE LEFT AFTER A COUPLE OF WEEKS AND I SOMETIMES WONDER WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN. THANKS FOR THE GIVEAWAY!

  8. I honestly don’t really remember my first crush. I do remember my first crush in High School. All my friends called him to fill him in. I was so embarrassed!

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