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Surrender to Sanctuary

by Leah St. James

The Wild Rose Press (June 25, 2010)

ISBN: 1-60154-750-1

ISBN: 13: 9781601547507

A young woman is brutally murdered, her body dropped into the sea and carried by the tides onto the beach at a federal park at the Jersey Shore. Hometown investigators believe the woman simply partied too hard and fell overboard, but FBI Agents David Owens and Anna Parker know better. David and Anna trace the victim’s path from a local BDSM club to a dangerous and shadowed world that forces them under cover, into performances that awaken their own desires, and draw them closer to the killer. Soon they are racing against a clock set by an unknown enemy, compelled to carry out a plan that not only jeopardizes their lives, but tests their very belief s, and their newfound love.

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Greetings, everyone! Thanks so much for stopping by to learn a little about me and my debut novel, Surrender to Sanctuary. I love hearing from readers, so please don’t hesitate to drop me a note (leah@leahstjames.com)! Happy reading!

Excerpt: Surrender to Sanctuary

As if reading her mind, David said, “It’s not too late, you know, to come up with something else.”

“No, I’m sure this is the right way to go. We decided.”

No, you and Larkin decided, and I agreed to go along with your asinine–your proposal.” He pushed to his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Just listen for a minute, please. Say we convince Runco of the plan and he manages to get us into the club. What happens after that? What are you going to do once inside?” He paced to the window and back.

“We’ll have to orchestrate that part with Dr. Runco. He’s been there, he knows the routine. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about the end game, shutting down Sunday’s auction, finding the person at the top, not what comes before.” She lifted a shoulder, tried to appear nonchalant. “We’ve calculated the risks and devised precautions. But there are no guarantees, you know that.”

“Shit, Anna, you have to worry about what comes before. What if the orchestration falls apart and we get separated?”

“No one would touch me without your permission.” It wasn’t so much a lie as a hope. Truthfully, she had no idea what might happen if they were separated, if she were discovered by the wrong people.

But he bought it, and he sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands. “Okay, but what about Saturday? I won’t be with you. The asset won’t be in a position to help you without jeopardizing himself.” He pulled her to her feet and lifted her arms out to her sides. “Look at you.” His eyes pleaded, his voice suddenly soft, entreating.

She looked down and the heat of humiliation spread from her chest to her face. The tank was skimpy, and her nipples popped through the flimsy fabric. The shorts rode low on her hips, the hem of the legs falling only a few inches below her butt. “They were the first things I found to throw on.”

“I don’t mean your clothes, for Christ’s sake.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“You’re tiny.”

There was a hint of disdain in his voice, and she straightened her spine. “Hardly. I’m five-seven.”

“Still shorter than the average man, and you weigh, what, about one thirty?”

She nodded. “Thereabouts, yes. But I’m tough.” In a moment of insanity she nearly flexed her biceps at him, but checked the impulse when he rolled his eyes and let out a disgusted huff of air.

“Yeah, tough.” He ran his gaze down her body once more. “And at least forty pounds lighter than most men, probably closer to fifty pounds under the average weight, and more.”

“What’s your point, David?”

He tapped his fist on his forehead a few times before answering. “The point is, you’re young and beautiful and you’re offering yourself to be sold like chattel. What if some sicko picks you for the Saturday night test drive? You think can just say no and the nice man will leave you alone? You put up a fight and God knows what’ll happen.”

Suddenly hot and cold at once, Anna shivered and folded her arms across her chest. “You’re sweet to be concerned, but I can’t tell you how I’ll react to a hypothetical situation. Just trust me that I know how to take care of myself, and I will, in a way appropriate to this investigation.”

His eyes narrowed, and he laughed softly. “Oh yeah?”

She recognized what was coming next, yet did nothing to stop it. And in a flurry of movements, he tugged her arms behind her back, captured her wrists with one hand, and kicked her legs wide apart, planting his solidly in between. Hauling her to his chest, he grasped her face and with his free hand and tipped it up. His grip tightened, all over, and he held her locked against him.

“Go ahead, try to get away from me. Try to move. Your arms, your legs.” He paused. “Admit it. You can’t even use your teeth. Maybe you could spit, but that wouldn’t do anything but piss him off.” His eyes, a deep indigo now, roamed her face. “I’m not even using half my strength here, Anna.”

No, she could tell he wasn’t. He held her tightly but with care. His hands warmed rather than bruised. His legs locked hers in place, separated and useless, the denim of his jeans chafing her bare skin. Their torsos and hips were pressed together, fitting like they belonged, and as if suddenly realizing the same thing, he sucked in a breath and abruptly shifted his weight.

It was a minute before she could speak over the pounding of her heart. “You’re trying to scare me, but it’s not working. I’m not afraid of you, David.”

“Yeah? Well you should be.” He groaned, a sound that came from somewhere deep inside, and his hands gentled, at her wrists, her face. “What the hell,” he said under his breath just as his lips came down on hers. They were soft–searching, not demanding–and he dropped the pose to wrap both arms around her, pull her even closer, his hands on her back and lower, kneading flesh through the layer of clothing that felt suddenly itchy and coarse. She flushed again, her entire body thrumming with an aching heat, and opened her mouth to his.

His breathing hitched, and when he shifted once more, entwining their legs, and angled his head to take the kiss deeper, slower, her senses swelled and tumbled. She was tingling, head to toes, and enveloped in his scent of musk and laundry detergent. His hands were in her hair, his thumbs stroking along her jaw. She couldn’t breathe, and when she raised on her toes and linked her arms around his neck to press closer, he slid a hand under her shirt and found her breast.

Fire surged through her chest, to her fingers and toes, low into her belly. She heard herself whimper right before the room started to spin, right before her legs lost their strength, and she tore her mouth from his to catch a breath, catch her wits. He stiffened, muttering a curse, and stepped back to tug her shirt down.

They stared at each other like prizefighters in the ring, their breathing labored, each trying to anticipate the other’s move.

“Well,” he finally said, “I believe I proved my point.”

And it was only after he said goodbye, after admonishing her to get a good night’s sleep, that she realized she hadn’t even tried to stop him.

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About Leah St. James

Leah’s fascination with all things written began when she picked up her first Dr. Seuss book, and she has rarely been seen without a novel, or pen and paper, close at hand since. She enjoys delving into the deepest of human emotions–love and hate, bravery and cowardice, joy and despair–and how we, as human beings, relate to each other. Her greatest hope is to touch her readers’ hearts and help them experience the joy that only love can bring.

Married with two grown sons, Leah is a native of the beautiful Central Jersey Shore but now enjoys the peace and quiet of Virginia’s Hampton Roads.

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House of Sin

by Lacy Danes

Her most important duty—serve the master’s pleasure.

Emily’s dreams are simple: a life of dedicated service at a respectable estate, and a strong marriage filled with love and devotion for one man. Portage Place, the manor where her parents apprenticed, seems the perfect place to start. Though it is whispered that all is not as it seems behind its grand façade.

The rumors, it turns out, ring with truth. The halls are saturated with sensuality, desire and lust. Despite the scandalous duties she is asked to perform, she is determined not to stumble on what could be her first step toward her dreams. Dreams that, lately, have included the manor’s fiery haired groomsman.

A promise to watch over his younger half-brother brought Adam to Portage Place. For the first time in five years of enjoying the delights of the manor’s unbridled debauchery, Emily’s innocence touches the protector that still lives deep in his core. This house of sin may have ruined him, but he will see to it that it doesn’t ruin her.

It seems, however, that behind every door lurks a conspiracy to bind Emily in velvet chains of desire. Until the only way out is for Adam to take the biggest risk of all…

Warning: If servants sleeping with servants, who are sleeping with all the peers and guests at the house upset you…you won’t like this book. Contains explicit sex scenes, threesomes and a whole lot more!

House of Sin by Lacy Danes

Review by Armenia

3.5/5 Whips

House of Sin portrays the household of Lord Gregor and his sons’ uncensored sexual exploits of their servants. The descriptive imagination of Ms. Danes explicity paints how life may have been for many servants living under the debauched rule of a sexual tyrant. The sex was plentiful, unabashed and at times had me blushing.

Poor Adam is struck with Emily’s innocence and helps to keep her away from some distasteful sex games in the household. But her dream of one day giving her virtue to the man Emily will marry is an impossibility while in service to Lord Gregor. After a few days of protecting her, Adam realizes he has fallen in love with Emily. She has sparked in Adam the desire to seek happiness and be the man he yearns to be. Adam and Emily do have their touching love scene, their declaration of promised lust and love in their future was sigh-worthy.

Ms. Danes delivers one hot, spicy historical novella with believable characters and scorching sex scenes in House of Sin. I could not stop reading until the end.

Hurt Me So Good

by Joely Sue Burkhart

One sub to please the Master…in any way he wishes.

Victor Connagher is no stranger to the Dallas BDSM scene. As CEO of a risqué cable channel that caters to adventurous adults, he ensures the lifestyle is portrayed in a positive light. He even supports a local bondage club. Yet behind the cool, confident mask, Victor lives in fear.

Once, and only once, he lost control of his inner Dom—and it cost him his fiancée. Now, no one knows how hard he works to keep his darker appetite for pain buried. No matter how much his saucy, confident associate producer makes his fingers itch to once again take up his riding crop.

Shiloh Holmes is a sub, but she’s no doormat. She’s always suspected Victor has the skills to feed her insatiable need for pain, and now she’s found the perfect way to crack his formidable control. Develop a new reality show, America’s Next Top sub…and dare him to compete.

Week after week, as Shiloh fearlessly challenges the real Victor to come out of hiding, he realizes his past mistake was only a blow to his pride. If he loses Shiloh, he could lose his heart.

Warning: Explicit sex, BDSM, reality television, a very reluctant Dom, an audacious sub willing to do anything to win for him, and one very wicked riding crop.

Hurt Me So Good by Joely Sue Burkhart

Review by Armenia

4.5 Whips/5 Whips

I admit I don’t watch much reality television but with the first paragraph of Hurt Me So Good I was hooked. Joely Sue Burkhart grabbed me by the collar and lead me down a path I could not stray, and I gladly followed. To my fascination this super-length novella overflowed with sexual tension that seem to increase with each page. I found myself at the edge of my seat as I “watched” Victor and Shiloh’s story unfold before my eyes. As contestants on a television show called America’s Next Top Subthe chemistry between them sizzled “on” and “off” the stage. The sex is hot, the foreplay edgy, and lots of dominant/submissive action got my total attention. Although Victor’s reluctance to unleash his intensely dark desires had me wondering if he could satisfy Shiloh’s need for painful release. I had to admire Shiloh for her planning and persistence to help Victor realize he was her true Master; that only her offer of surrender and challenge could bring him total completion.

As a warning, the story leans heavily towards intense BDSM play, quite edgy for a typical romance book. Readers wanting a quick glimpse into the power play of Domination and Submission will not be disappointed. Hurt Me So Good delves into the psche of two very complex individuals with very dark needs. They truly are two halves of each other, requiring the strength of one another to complete themselves.

Joely Sue Burkhart did a beautiful job of portraying this lifestyle in a positive light. I highly recommend Hurt Me So Good for the romance reader who wants an edgy romance.

Happy Hogmanay!

By Kimberly Killion

You read it right…Happy Hogmanay!
Only one nation in the world celebrates the New Year or Hogmanay with such revelry and passion – the Scots!

It is believed that many of the traditional Hogmanay celebrations were originally brought to Scotland by the invading Vikings in the early 8th and 9th centuries. These Norsemen, or men from an even more northerly latitude than Scotland, paid particular attention to the arrival of the Winter Solstice or the shortest day, and fully intended to celebrate its passing with some serious partying.

When the clock strike midnight on 31st December, fireworks explode in Scotland. Crowds gather and the party begins to the tune of Robert Burns’ Auld Lang Syne.

Traditions and superstitions related to Hogmanay:

One should clean the house on December 31st (this includes taking out the ashes from the fire).

One should clear all your debts before “the bells” ring at midnight.

One should welcome friends and strangers with warm hospitality and a kiss and to wish everyone a Guid New Year. It is verra important to clear out the vestiges of the old year before you welcome in a young, New Year.

“First footing” is still common in Scotland. To ensure good luck, the first person to enter your home should be male, dark (believed to be a throwback to the Viking days when blond strangers arriving on your doorstep meant trouble) This male should bring coal, shortbread, salt, black buns and whisky.

“Handselling” is the custom of gift giving on the first Monday of the New Year. So be sure to present your loved ones with a Hogmanay gift this year.

Huzzah!
Kimberly Killion

We can’t let Kimberly get away without pimping her books… She has 3…yes 3…coming out!

His Magick Touch is a sensual novella set on the Isle of Barra in the 16th century Scotland. This story releases January 4th in paperback and ebook and will be part of the Mammoth Book of Scottish Romance. Read more about it here: http://kimberlykillion.com/hmtbooks.asp

Educating Aphrodite is a Victorian ménage a quatre novella set in London. This story releases January 5th in ebook from Ellora’s Cave. Read more about it here: http://kimberlykillion.com/eabooks.asp

Taming a Highland Devil is an erotic Scottish novella. The cover alone should hook you on this story. It’s just stunning! This story releases February 9th in ebook from Ellora’s Cave. Read more about it here:http://kimberlykillion.com/tahdbooks.asp

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