Thursday, November 28, 2013

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving from all of us here at The Playroom. Enjoy!

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The "Perfect" Dom

Too often I hear tales of submissives lamenting that they can’t find the “perfect” Dom. Including a former friend who changed relationships nearly as frequently as they changed underwear, without bothering to stop and look within. And thus I wrote “The ‘Perfect’ Dom.” (Yes, there will be a version for “The ‘Perfect’ Sub” forthcoming. LOL)

Sometimes, that "perfect" person is right there in front of you already.

"The 'Perfect' Dom"

I wish above all to find
That special man to blow my mind.
Tall and cute and oh, so strict,
Who’ll keep me in line, I must admit.

And look, there he is,
And now he’s mine.
And life from here on
Will be oh, so fine!

You’re home! Finally!
Now pay Domly attention to me!
I’m on my knees
And more than ready!

“I’m tired, and exhausted.
And angry at my boss
And feeling frosted.
Let’s do this later.”

But…but! *pout pout pout*
I’m the perfect sub,
You can’t wuss out!

“Fine. Go cook me dinner
And do the dishes.
You want to serve me?
Those are my wishes.”

But…but! *pout pout pout*
That’s not very Domly!
All day I thought about
You getting sexy on me!

“All I want to do is rest.
You want to serve me?
Then quit beating your chest
And get your ass in the kitchen.”

You are not the boss of me!
All I wanted was to feel sexy.
Why can’t you be Domly to me
Like you first were when you collared me?

“When I collared you,
Remember how I said
I wanted more of you
Than just in my bed?

“I said I wanted someone who
Could be the one I come home to.
Someone who wanted more from me
Than just the label of that man’s subbie.

“I’m not always going to be
Some uber-Dom who wants to play.
I’m flesh and blood, and just like you
Sometimes I change from day to day.

“If I can accept you for all your flaws,
Why do you insist I’m not allowed
To be imperfect when I need to be,
I’ll admit I’m human, I’m not so proud

“That I can’t say what I need
Is you to understand that.”

Do his dishes? I’ll show him.
Off to the internet I shall swim
There are other fishes I can catch
Surely there is a finer match.

And maybe the next one won’t be
Like all the rest who’ve come before him.
Surely there is out there for me
A perfect Dom.


Tymber Dalton is the author of over 50 books, including The Reluctant Dom, The Denim Dom, and more. Her website is She is active in the BDSM lifestyle.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013


Namaste, peeps. Love and light to all today. )0( Blessed be.

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.

-- "Acquainted With the Night" by Robert Frost

Monday, September 2, 2013

Submission Has No Barriers

by Holly Roberts

Can a submissive be a marine, a surgeon, or a cop?

For years, I uniformed up for work. It’s part of entering the headspace needed for my job. Black undies and sports-bra, black spandex undershirt, dark blue finely creased pants. I stop and attach a badge to the outside of my uniform shirt and then put it on. Next is my hair, which goes into a tightly wrapped bun, plastered to the back of my head with several hairclips and a good dose of hairspray. Socks, clunky black, nicely-polished boots, underbelt, and then duty belt. I’d check my handcuff pouch, spare magazines, and holster my gun after assuring myself there’s one in the chamber.

Two years after becoming a police officer, our policy changed so we could wear outer Kevlar vests. Mine holds my Taser, flashlight, rubber gloves, two primary sets of handcuffs, and the most important equipment I carry—a pen and small notebook. I was fully in the zone and ready to hit the street as a beat cop.

The people who know me personally, also know I’m one tough bitch. I’ve gone up against four drunk men, alone with no back up, taser in my hand willing to pull my gun. Three backed off and one went to the hospital with a broken leg. Yep, I can back that story up, but my neighbor tells it better because he was on the ambulance crew.

But, there is one thing no one knew while I worked the streets…

I’m submissive in the bedroom.

For years, I denied what turned me on. Thankfully, my marriage survived, and my husband/Sir is thrilled to dominate me sexually. My job has helped me understand more about human sexual behavior than I ever dreamed possible.

After years of training, I’m now a detective specializing in sex crimes. Am I good at my job? Hell yes, and I’m not just bragging. I’ve been to advanced training all over the country. I’m certified in forensic evidence collection, forensic child interviewing, and trained extensively in sexual deviant behavior in regards to serial sex crimes.

I’m submissive in the bedroom.

I’ve been strong and held back tears when I informed a mother her twin teenage daughters died in a rollover accident. I helped dig up the body of a sixteen year old, who was brutally murdered, hacked up and buried. I left the scene, picked up the suspect, and calmly interviewed him for two hours before he told me in details what he did and why. I never cringed over what he said, just asked, “What happened next.” I told my suspect I would make sure someone picked up his dog and cared for it while he was in jail. I didn’t get that confession by hitting his head against a wall, letting my anger control me, or begging him to tell the truth. I calmly explained that he needed to free his conscience. I don’t believe in good cop, bad cop. I believe in good cop, good cop.

I’m submissive in the bedroom.

To place anyone in a box and say they should or shouldn’t sexually behave one way or another because of their job is ignorant. I could talk to every victim of my solved sex crimes and tell them about my bedroom activities and they would tell you they don’t care. I solve cases, I put the bad guys behind bars, and I’m not the only sex crimes detective who does. We are a steady, controlled, party loving, brother and sisterhood. We can drink any other type of detective under the table. If my peers asked, I would tell them about my proclivities in the bedroom and they wouldn’t blink an eye.

I’m happy, well adjusted, and have a better marriage than any cop I know, 34 years and counting.

My husband/Sir will be the first one to tell you that I’m still a badass bitch. I’m older, larger around the belly and hips, not in nearly the shape I used to be but I’m proud of myself and what I’ve accomplished.

And… I’m proud to be submissive in the bedroom.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Yay, it's FetishCon time!

You know when there's an event you look forward to every year, an event that just thinking about gives you a gleam in your eye?

Yeah. FetishCon is one of those events for me. Held in Tampa, this is its thirteenth year. We've gone the past several years, and now it's an annual "staycation" for Sir and me. We load in a roomful of luggage that, when unpacked, makes it look like a fetish shop exploded. We park and rarely get back into the car for the entire weekend. We ignore dawn and dusk and stay up all night and sleep half the morning, only to drag ourselves out of bed for coffee.

You know, the important stuff. LOL

And yes, this is the same FetishCon (although locals here usually call it FetCon) I mentioned in my book The Denim Dom.

While it's an industry event, meaning you can find fetish models galore, it's also heavily geared toward the BDSM lifestyle crowd. There are great vendors, classes, and dungeons. (Although you have to have a weekend pass to access the dungeons.)

It's a LOT of fun. If you're in the Tampa area this weekend, you can get day passes at the door, but they won't give you dungeon access at night. Still, if you're looking for a great fetish event, you don't want to miss it.

Sir spent last weekend making me pony gear, and I now have a gorgeous, custom-made headstall and hip harness (to attach my tail, which I'm still working on LOL). He's a very crafty Sir, and for less than $300 in materials, I now have over $500 worth of gear. And still plenty of materials left over. He's also working on a body harness for me. (I'll post pics once I take some good ones that do the gear justice.)

I'm so excited, I feel like a kid about to go off to camp! LOL


Tymber Dalton is the author of over fifty books, and her latest, Pinch Me (Suncoast Society) is now available for pre-order from Siren-BookStrand. Her website is

Monday, July 22, 2013

What's a kink?

If you're a regular reader of this blog, you probably think you know what a kink is. But do you really? How about a fetish, for that matter? Is there a difference?

According to the website BDSM Cafe ( there is a difference. But what is it?

From the KinkForAll website:

The words "kink" or "kinky" are ambiguous, lending themselves to an inclusive and open environment. They also specifically refer to non-mainstream, unconventional or unusual sexuality. Since some people reflexively associate "kink" with specific ideas (but not necessarily the same ideas), here are various definitions of the word from several sources: 

  • "sexual priority known as being very subjective, and suceptible to be misunderstood or stereotyped by others" [sic.]
  • "Doing in bed what others only think about." 
  • "wierd/cool, usually in respect to sex"
  • "something which is abnormal but good in a sexual way" 

So where does that leave us? With a lot of questions, that's where! Let's see if we can answer some:

1. Am I kinky?

Probably, yes. Perhaps not to the extent of practitioners of the BDSM lifestyle, but if you enjoy being blindfolded in bed, having your hair pulled, or getting an occasional smack on the ass during sex, you're at least a little bit kinky.

2. Should I tell potential bed partners I'm kinky?

Entirely up to you. I'd say if your level of kink leans more toward the stuff in the first answer, probably not necessary. But if you plan to show up for sex in a Chewbacca costume, yeah, that's something your potential lover might want to be aware of.

3. How do I get someone to become kinky?

Oh, boy. The million dollar question. Personally, I don't think you can force someone to be kinky or do kinky things. It seems like that would create tension in a relationship. Some people just aren't cut out for it, no matter how mild you think what you're asking them to do is. On the other hand, if you start small and work your way up, paying attention to their reactions to things you ask for or do to them, I believe there are people who will open their minds to more adventuresome activities.

4. Is what I like kink or a fetish?

According to BDSM cafe, a fetish is a fixation, usually sexual, on an activity or object. I think the important word here is fixation. Kinksters like to do some things vanilla people don't, but people with fetishes can become obsessed by them.

Are things less ambiguous now? Did you learn anything? ;-)

Take a look at the five-star review my latest BDSM book, Unexpected Top, just got from Long and Short Reivews:

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Thursday, July 11, 2013

Welcome guest blogger with Jennifer Kacey with her #NewRelease - #BDSM

Today we're pleased to welcome author Jennifer Kacey, who has a new release with Ellora's Cave. She's here to talk about sexting for guys. If you want to see her tips on sexting for girls, check out her recent post on Dirty Birdies. Take it away, Jennifer!

Sexting 101 for Guys
I did Sexting 101 for Girls the other day on the Dirty Birdies Blog, so now I’m going to flip it around and talk to you members of the male species. It’s time for you guys to learn a thing or two about what we really want from a boyfriend/lover/husband when it comes to sexting.

Yep, we’re going to start with disclaimers and I’m pretty sure you know what I’m going to tell you first off.
1.       Do NOT send a naked picture of your junk to some girl you just met / someone you are just starting a relationship with.  There may (and I did only say MAY) be a time for this later. But mobile media makes it really easy for anybody to facebook, tweet, pin, and tumblr ALL sorts of pics you might not like shared with all of your/her friends and family.  Just keep that in mind when you’re snapping away pic after pic of your morning wood.
2.       If you’re hung like a horse and need to buy condoms in the XL Magnum aisle then disregard #1 and my cell number is… **GRINS**
3.       If you’re new in a relationship or have had a spouse or partner for years you can do this too! Everyone likes to feel special and thought of on a daily basis.
4.       Please re-read number 1!
Let me start off with WE LIKE GETTING PICS TOO!! There I said it. Sexting should not be a one-sided adventure. Like things in most relationships it needs to be equal or at the very least mutually enjoyable for both parties.
For some ideas on what we’d like to see men, here you go.
-          Sexy pic in sunglasses and a baseball cap.
-          For husbands/committed partners a pic of your hand showing your wedding ring is AWESOME!
-          The coffee shop you had a cup of joe and a muffin at that morning with a “thinking of you” tag.
-          If you found a street festival or a carnival, send a few pics of some tiny trinket you bought/won for her. Or if you had a gift wrapped send an image of the package she’ll get when you get home.
-          Mirror pic of your bare chest and boxers.
-          New hair cut you want her to see – send it along.
Okay, now for the real sexting…
-          If you woke with morning wood and want to share what she does to you take a pic of the tent it made beneath the sheets.
-          After you jack off and you have some silky wet evidence of how much you miss her on your leg, snap a pic and send it along with a note, “Wish you were here for clean up duty.”
-          And for those of you out there in a D/s relationship send reminders of what awaits her when she gets home. If she’s a bit naughty when she’s gone or if she’s a VERY good girl.
-          A pic of handcuffs, an anal hook, pile of Shibari length rope, blindfold, a new toy or plug you got just for her. Maybe even a pic of a whipping bench with her name on it. A flogger or a pair of hybrid whips she’ll get to enjoy when she gets back. Tell her what she has to look forward to when she walks in the house or into your playroom next time.

It’s the little reminders that you’re thinking of us and we know we’re on your mind, that make us feel special and appreciated, even from a far.

Members Only, Book One
She knows it’s wrong. Cyn shouldn’t have feelings for fraternal twins Jared and Chris, her best friends. She shouldn’t want them to tie her up or strap her down, to take her one at a time—or together. The only way to control her taboo desires is to write them down and lock them away in her diary. Guys like Jared and Chris could never be interested in someone like her, or in the kind of sex she craves.
But Jared and Chris have read her diary, and sweet little Cyn is in for the shock of her life. The brothers not only own a members-only BDSM club, they want her. Need her. And now, with their unlimited funds and an entire establishment devoted to fulfilling her darkest pleasures, they’re going to claim Cyn for their own.
Inside Scoop: If you have a kink, this book probably has it too. If you like your ménage romances extra hot with a side of male-male romance, spanking, voyeurism and girl-on-girl action, come and get it.
A Romantica® BDSM erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Buy Links below and others on the TIC webpage

Excerpt –
“So, Cyn, why aren’t you fucking anybody?”
I sucked a mouthful of beer down the wrong pipe, sputtered and coughed my way through it and nearly knocked over the glass bottle as I got it under control. The beer anyway. After wheezing through another breath, I moved my drink aside. The last thing I needed was a wet spot in my lap. “Where in the hell did that
come from?”
Jared Kennedy, one of my best friends, glanced at my fingers as I worried a heart charm at the bottom of a silver chain. A knowing smirk tilted his lips when he glanced up again. “Come on. Nobody creaming your Twinkie at the moment or do you not like sex in general? We want to know. So don’t be shy, spit it out.”
The other half of the “we” he referred to was his fraternal twin Chris, who watched us across an empty dance floor and from behind their bar thirty feet away. Still anxiously working the pendant back and forth, I turned once more to Jared.
He leaned against his chair, forearms crossed over his broad chest, an expectant smile revealing bright-white teeth. The brothers had always done that. Known the right expression to make so I would answer anything. They acted broody or impatient and I’d give anything to make them happy. Pathetic—my middle name when it came to these two.
“I like it, J. As much as anybody does, I guess. Whether I like it to the same extent you and Chris do, I don’t know. Your appetites have always run on the high side according to the gossipmongers in town.” I squirmed in my seat. I admit it. One of my best friends was asking me if I liked sex and all I could think was…meh. My sex life…well, visualize the Titanic sinking and you get the gist. Most guys don’t appreciate being called another guy’s name—or two guys’ names—when you’re getting off. It’s a real deal breaker.
“Uh huh. It’s Saturday night and you’re here, like last night and the night before. Guys hit on you but you blow ’em off. You work at the gym all day and help out here anytime we ask. CJ’s has gotten damn busy and we dig the help but you’ve been restless lately and we’ve both noticed. What gives?”
Getting to work at the bar with both of them on a weekend was rare. One of them was normally MIA. But tonight? From the moment I stepped foot inside they were watching me. Shivers of awareness raced over my skin but I was too chicken to actually do anything about it. A blush slithered its way up my bare shoulders, crawled all over my failing willpower and flipped on a big neon sign above my head, flashing “Not Gettin’ Any”.
Jared and Chris knowing that my social calendar was on par with reservations at a leper colony just plain sucked. The three of us had been close for years but this was way beyond what my heart—and several other tingly parts—could handle.
“You’re hot. You haven’t been with anyone since Matt.”
Mild panic settled in the pit of my stomach because Jared wasn’t going to drop it. Thankfully my beer sat well out of reach.
“Not that it’s any of your business but who’s to say I’m not having sex every night and twice on Sundays?” I cocked a blonde eyebrow in his direction with a little sultry thrown in, with what I hoped was a sassy twist of my lips. That sass faded into scared rabbit when he gave me that look again. Same one he’d been giving me all night long. The one I’d seen for years and hated because it was never directed at me.
It was Jared on the make. My adrenal gland kicked into high gear. I was a little bit thrilled and a whole lot terrified.
He was always the comedian. He’d played pranks on me any chance he could but this was no joke.
His gaze remained locked on me and his blue eyes, shadowed by thick lashes, taunted me with sexual promise. Female residents of our fair city of Arcadia had spent years fantasizing over his tanned skin and muscled frame. Right at the height of my ogling, he speared long fingers through his blond, sun-streaked hair. It wasn’t long enough to negate any of his rugged appeal but it was far from the military cut he’d worn for years. Currently, it was perfect to hold on to for a nice long ride.
As his hair fell across his brow, he leaned onto the table to grab his beer. He grazed my arm on the way and I locked my muscles up good and tight to suppress another shiver. My reaction to them? Spontaneous combustion.
But tonight was different. Tonight they’d noticed how I responded to them. They’d thrown logs on the smoldering fire every chance they got. Touching me, teasing me. Staring at me as if they knew how wet I was. For them. Only them.

Bio -
Jennifer Kacey is a wife, mother, and business owner living with her family in Texas. She sings in the shower, plays piano in her dreams, and has to have a different color of nail polish every week. The best advice she’s ever been given? Find the real you and never settle for anything less.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Switches: Yes, we really exist. (And no, we're not confused.)

I did a guest post today for Tara Rose's BDSM Blitz that she's doing over on her blog. I talk about being a switch, what it is that we do, and why we're not "confused" about what we do (like some won twue way fucktards would love to claim).

Please stop by and check it out:

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

The voices are rarely wrong.

I'd had this one WIP (work in progress) that I'd been sitting on for several years. Mostly written, I just hadn't gotten back around to working on it. Because it was a MF, with thriller/mystery elements, I thought I'd probably end up self-publishing it eventually.

Then it called to me, but not as it was. It had changed.

It now insisted it was actually a BDSM book (which it had not been before) and suddenly, I saw a depth to the story I'd missed before.

Being a writer, especially a pantster like me, means stuff like this can happen.

So now I'm finishing the poor little orphan to submit to my publisher. And yes, as a BDSM story, one of the Suncoast Society world, it works FAR better than it did simply as a story with romantic elements to it.

And because it sat for several years, I'm seeing the story with a completely fresh eye. The skeleton of the story remains, but with this new element, the conflict is amped up immensely.

Long story short, a woman is attacked and at the beginning of the story she awakes from being in a coma several days, and has complete amnesia. Her fiance is immediately cleared because he was at work.

So there is a two-prong conflict now. He doesn't dare tell her up front they were a BDSM Master/slave couple. And most of their friends are in the lifestyle. (And yes, all your old favorites from the Suncoast Society books will be making walk-throughs, if not major appearances.) He has to try to help her regain her memories while winning her heart all over again, in addition to the psycho that's still on the loose and wants to kill her.

Yeppers, it's got me by the throat now as I'm going through the edit/writing process. I can't wait for y'all to get your hands on this one! :)

(Tymber's website is and her Suncoast Society books are available through Siren-BookStrand at as well as at Amazon, Nook, Kobo, Apple, and other major third-party book retailers.)

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

I believe I've been insulted...

I went to a branch of our local library system the other day with my daughter, and decided to ask what the process was for getting my paperbacks into their catalog. I'd gladly donate a copy of each of my paperbacks (that's $75 total - eek! - when did I get so many paperbacks?) to the library system. They have something like 65 libraries, but hey, at least they'd be there if someone searched for them. I do have readers in this area. I know I do - they've contacted me. :-P
This one would be okay, since it's non-erotic.
But wait, he's shirtless & you can see his undies.
Abort! Abort!

But I digress.

Things were going swimmingly and I was encouraged that maybe my books could be part of my local library system. Then I asked about the raciness aspect. The library director put her hand down on the counter and said, "At one end of the spectrum we have those Harlequins your grandmother would read, and at the other end of the spectrum we have Fifty Shades of Grey," and moved her hand to the other side of the counter.

My head exploded. Here was my thought process as I tried to recover. "Oh my God, she thinks FSOG is at the END of the spectrum? And she's a library director?!?"

The blow job scene w/in the first 10
pages would've caused a swoon, I'm sure.
I managed to tell her I had books from about the middle of the road (I do publish some non-erotic titles) to the Fifty Shades side. I chose not to mention just how far past the FSOG line some of my work was. Here's how she responded. She pursed her lips - I don't think I've ever seen someone actually do that, and wrinkled her nose like she'd smelled something bad. Then she said, "Oh, I don't allow books with THAT KIND OF CONTENT."

Seriously? Who made you judge and jury about what types of work readers should have access to? I thought this was 2013. We can't handle a little sex with our love stories?

Apparently not. Censorship is alive and well.

But I know when to fight the battle and when to retreat, so I retreated. I'm going to contact the central library acquisition department to see if their policy reflects the archaic attitude of that library director. I hope not. I can't say I have much confidence, though.

-- Cassandra
To see more about me and my books with THAT KIND OF CONTENT, check out my website at

Friday, May 24, 2013

Real-life poly menages: not all about the sexy.

"Oh, you're so lucky to have a Hubby and a Sir!"


I hear that one a lot. No, I'm not kvetching, believe me, but I think people form an unrealistic view of a real-life poly relationship based on what they read. It's not a fraction as sexy as in the books. LOL

For starters, Sir and I are, first and foremost, devoted to our spouses and our marriages. Those always come first, including all the real-world ups and downs. And we're both very busy people. He has an incredibly demanding, high-stress job, and works a lot of hours. I'm a self-employed workaholic writer who works a lot of hours.

Starting to form a picture yet? LOL

I'd say it's safe to estimate that 90% of our relationship has nothing to do with sex. And that's a LOW estimate. It might be closer to 95%. We're friends first and foremost. And yes, we do love each other. If we didn't, we probably would have killed each other by now. LOL Over 75% of our relationship happens via text messages or email, because of our schedules. And the time we spend together, a lot of it is usually in a vanilla context (we shoot skeet once a week with friends, and He might stop by for dinner one night a week and we sit in front of the TV and just talk).

Still jealous? LOL

We have to juggle schedules, and how we feel (He is prone to migraines, I have fibro) and then, once or twice a month, we might be able to fit in some sexy/kinky time.

If we're lucky. LOL

Am I complaining? No, of course not. But if you write about that in a romance book, you won't sell many copies, will you? LOL

In the more than three years since Sir and I have been playing together, I can count on one hand with fingers left over how many times it's been a "menage" situation with Him and Hubby. And even then, that was more a scene with both of them topping me than it was "sexy time."

Again, I'm not complaining.

Here's the thing, we both have spouses who love us and trust us (key point) and know we have our priorities straight. They also understand we have interests that they don't have (kinky and vanilla). Instead of trying to force themselves to do what they don't like to do, they give us permission to go do them without them (again, kinky and vanilla both) and understand that when we come home, we come home happier, meaning our marriages are stronger in the long run for it. Meaning THEY (our spouses) are happier in the long run, because they are also free to pursue what they want without guilt of them holding us back, or resentment at forcing themselves to go along with us.

Make sense?

So yes, it's fun to write about all this wild and crazy smexy time with characters, but don't think everything I write is a reflection of what my sex life is like. LOL Because, believe me, in that regard, I'm pretty boring. :)


Tymber Dalton has a new release out today: Triple Trouble 5 - Out of Smoke and Ashes


Get books 1 and 2 in the Placida Pod series for $2.75 each when you purchase Out of Smoke and Ashes! All items must be in the cart at the same time when completing the transaction to apply this special offer.

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M, shape-shifters, sex in shifted form, consensual BDSM between secondary M/F characters, HEA]

Elain Pardie’s wedding is interrupted when her matron of honor, Lina, goes into labor. Unfortunately, events spiral downhill from there for the Lyalls and their kin when an old foe refuses to roll over and play dead. As everyone suspected, Rodolfo Abernathy won’t give up.

What Abernathy doesn’t know is he’s become more prey than predator. Shifters with grudges of their own enter the fight with their sights set on Abernathy’s downfall.

When the fur hits the fan, it won’t be pretty.

While Elain and Lina struggle to cope with their new roles, various shifter Clans band together to fight their common enemies. Devastating heartaches are finally laid to rest as new love blossoms.

And Baba Yaga isn’t even done with them yet. Elain, Ain, Brodey, and Cail, along with their ever-growing band of friends and adopted family, must still confront those who’d gladly destroy all they love as evil and vengeance once again return from Out of Smoke and Ashes.

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.

A Siren Erotic Romance

Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.


The correct order to read all of the Triple Trouble books and prequels is:

"Boiling Point" (Tasty Treats, Vol. 3)
Fire and Ice
Trouble Comes in Threes (Triple Trouble 1)
Storm Warning (Triple Trouble 2)
Three Dog Night (Triple Trouble 3)
Triple Dog Dare (Triple Trouble 4)
Out of Smoke and Ashes (Triple Trouble 5)

You can find all her Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on her Siren page at:

And you can find her on the web at:

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Sensually Kinky Delights

A little while ago I was asked to contribute an anthology. A group of Australian authors came up with the idea to write erotic romance stories with the primary theme being food, the concept caused my mind to race...oh yes, I wanted to be a part of this. 

My wicked mind immediately raced to two things I've fantasies about. The first, having someone lay food on top of me, then eat it and the second, being used as a table by a sexy dominant. I can't explain either compulsion but for some reason they both turn me on. I've never included either in any of my books before because I was unsure how readers would respond. This time, I decided to throw caution to the wind and take a shot at writing both activities into my novella, All You Can Eat.  

The research was, get your minds out of the gutter I didn't do activity, well yet anyway. In relation to food play, I discovered a practice called Nyotaimori. It's a subdivision of food play where sushi is served on a naked woman's body. I found the idea quite sexy. It seemed a classier way of engaging in food play instead of other forms of the play that can make a huge mess. It also enabled me to incorporate the aspect of objectification, i.e. having my Dom use my sub as a table, plate or however I decided fitted the characters personalities. I was faced with a couple of issues though if I wanted to make the story work.

Firstly this wasn't a BDSM anthology and secondly a lot of objectification or human furniture activities involve extreme bondage practices where the sub is not only used as furniture but incorporated into actual furnishing (like chairs) within the home. Nyotaimori had it's own issues of safety and some medical experts advise against the practice for health reasons, although warnings are mainly in relation to public setting scenarios. I had to find a happy medium, scenes that wouldn't terrify those who've not read BDSM romance before and would fit in with the heat level of the other writers in the anthology. The answer I came up with - sensually kinky play.

Like all aspects of BDSM, participants enjoy it to varying degrees, adapting it to their own needs, likes and dislikes. In All You Can Eat my characters decided to go with the lighter side of play, no pain, no severe bondage, no humiliation. They adapted the activities to fit their needs and likes, as well as mine as the author.

Edible Delights Vol 1, featuring my novella, All You Can Eat goes on sale on Friday 17th through Secret Cravings Publishing. If you'd like to purchase it here is the link: Secret Cravings

You can also go in the draw to win a PDF copy of the book over at my blog ( my pre-release giveaway runs for the next 24 hrs and then there will be a second chance to win a copy if you drop back to the blog over the weekend. 

He's a little excerpt to give you a taste of what you might win.

All You Can Eat - Excerpt.

Jai took the food from her and placed it on the daybed parallel to one of the pillows.
“I think I’d like to eat my salad at a table.” Kat looked perplexed as he patted the cushions on either side of him in turn. “Elbows here near the salad please and knees on this one.”
Kat continued to look at him quizzically, flicking her gaze between each pillow before meeting his once more, this time with a wide-eyed stare.
“You want me to lie across you and be a table?” Jai nearly laughed at the shocked expression on her face. A smile hinted at his lips as Kat remained kneeling at his feet.
“Yes, I need a surface to eat from and I can’t think of a more pleasurable one than you. So, elbows here with your knees there so you’re crouched low across my lap.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Kat stood, then knelt on the cushion to Jai’s left, stretched across his lap and placed her hands on the cushion to his right.
Jai ran his hand from her shoulder to hip as Kat lowered herself onto elbows, the line of her body appearing like a lazily stretching cat. He applied a little pressure as he moved his hand across her hips, just above the panty line. Kat lowered her bottom until her thighs rested close to her calves. Her breasts moved against his outer thigh as her stomach rested against his erection, causing him to groan low in his throat. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. If he didn't maintain control they wouldn't make it to dessert because he’d be the one begging for release. That was not his plan.
“You have the softest skin, kitty kat.” Jai smoothed his hands over her back and massaged her shoulders briefly, listening to Kat’s lust-filled moans. He slid his hands back down toward her ass, gently rubbing each globe before giving each one a light slap.
“Thank you, I like that.” Kat rubbed her body against his lap. He meant to drive her arousal higher than she could stand, not the other way around.
“Yes, so do I.” Jai slapped each check once more delighted at the little moan each one elicited from his adorable table. “Time to eat. Will I enjoy what you've prepared for me?” Jai placed one hand on her shoulder and the other at her hip to still her movement.
“I hope so, I’d like my reward. I really enjoyed the last one.” Jai scooped a portion of salad onto her back centering it between her bra and panty lines, then proceeded to pour the dressing across the top.
Kat giggled and began to wiggle as he tossed the dressing through the salad.
“Tables don’t usually laugh or wiggle, kitten.”
“The chili in the dressing makes my skin tingle, then you tickled me when you tossed the dressing though.” Kat continued to giggle as Jai began to eat.
He ensured the fork didn't dig into Kat’s delicate skin but also occasionally let the prongs scrap over her ticklish flesh, eliciting another round of laughter. This was the most delightful Thai salad Jai had ever eaten, especially considering he was sharing it with the sexiest woman, and table, he’d ever eaten off.
Jai ran the fork gently along Kat’s spine. Traces of dressing dotted her skin, a delicacy he wasn't going to leave unaddressed. He placed the fork on the empty platter, raised her up onto all fours by positioning one hand under her stomach and applying upward pressure.
Jai bent to whisper against her ear. “Reward time.”

Monday, April 8, 2013

Sometimes a man's just gotta take charge

We so often see the extremes in BDSM, and while the super tough Doms can be stimulating and exciting and down right delicious, there is a different type of dominance too often neglected or overlooked in today's romance. That guy so naturally in charge he doesn't need a label to categorize him. He's the man who commands a woman's attention even if he scares her, steals her breath, or makes her want to run. This is the type that I want in my everyday life. The kind who generates shivers the moment he walks into the room. The man who blows my mind with a look or a whispered command. The kind who will back off and let a woman run if she needs to only to be there to catch her if she stumbles. This type of Alpha male used to be incredibly popular in romance, but now seems to have stepped back in favor of the sadist (can be a little much for daily enjoyment) or the Beta (someone please give this hero a backbone).

The Sturgis Rally Riders Series explores the everyday types of dominate heroes/heroines. From the older man who meets a virgin's "daddy" fetish whether she openly admits she has one or not (Runaway Virgin), to the sexy Domme willing to train a newbie sub to the joys found in a bit of pain (Whipped Puppy), to the neglected and protective husband pushed to his limit who convinces his love to face her fears (Public Adoration), and finally the natural dominate strong enough to shove back when a woman pushes all his buttons (Beautiful Ink). When I wrote the series, the intention was to look at the different types of people who come to the Sturgis Motorcycle classic, but all the heroes/heroines seemed to want the boundaries inherent in a Dom/sub relationship.  While many come to the rally to escape the daily grind or tour the gorgeous Black Hills, most check their inhibitions at the edge of town. The series is a testament to the raw sexuality that throbs just beneath the surface.

This week, April 8 - 12, the entire series is FREE. So don't miss out.
Here's what some readers have said about the individual titles.

Runaway Virgin - I happen to enjoy any book that incorporates any use of Dominance and the other party showing obvious submission. It is hot, it is alluring, and without the bondage elements, for me, makes it that much hotter. The fact that you are TOLD what to do, and you must comply with no assistance--yummy to the tenth power.

Whipped PuppyKatalina has made me a believer, and she sort of makes me want a Domme to take a whack at me.

Public AdorationWhat is a man to do to convince his wife he thinks she is sexy?? Well public sex of course. I know it may sound like I'm making fun of this, but this is one of the sexiest scenes I have read. 

Beautiful Ink - I loved the heroine's sassy mouth and the heroes take control attitude. I have to say I read this during lunch at work and needed a soda to cool off but wished I had a bullet on me to slake the itch this read left me with.

For those who want to know more about Jet and his cowboy way of protecting a filly without breaking her, Bella Ink is now available. 

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Friday, April 5, 2013

"Real" men don't cause pain? Think again.

I saw a posting on a Facebook page for some asshat wannabe Dom who, among other things, claims that "real men" don't hurt women.


I'm sure that would come as a HUGE shock to all the pain sluts out there. And the sadists.

Yes, the guy did include a caveat about limits, but his overall message was that it shouldn't be about the pain.

Odd, because I have friends for whom it IS all about the pain. They wouldn't bottom if they weren't getting pain. They will bottom to friends with whom they don't have a romantic relationship with BECAUSE they want the pain their sadistic toppy friend can dish out.

Look, just because a guy throws up a Facebook page and claims to be a Dominant doesn't make it true.

No, a "real" Dom does NOT violate a hard limit or a safeword. Absolutely they don't.

But cause pain? Um, yeah. There are countless sadists out there who are involved in BDSM BECAUSE they enjoy inflicting pain.

Here's how you can tell a "real" Dominant in the lifestyle from an asshat poser -- the REAL Dominant, if they have any experience under their belt, will be honest that there are some kinks that are not their kinks, but are still valid kinks.

Being into BDSM for the pain IS a valid kink. Might not be your kink, but it doesn't make it any less valid.

YKINMK - Your Kink Is Not My Kink.

THIS is why I have a HUGE problem with the "won twue way" fucktards who preach to people who have NO clue what BDSM is, and they get these people fawning all over them because it's nothing more than an ego stroke for the Facebook "dominant" handing out bullshit they think their audience wants to hear.

"Real" BDSM is frequently NOT pretty. People LOVE to show off their bruises and marks. There are many submissives (myself included) who LOVE having bruises and marks to show after a session. In fact, I tend to get pissed off at Sir if He doesn't leave at least a few marks on me. If I'm taking the pain (and I'm not a pain slut) then dammit, I want something to remember it by. LOL

So when you see someone spouting information and not acknowledging that there ARE other ways of practicing BDSM, that's a HUGE red flag the person is a poser, fucktard, douche canoe, or other flavor of someone to stay FAR away from.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Amazon buys Goodreads (put away the pitchforks).

Yes, I know, some people view Amazon as something akin to the Anti-Christ. However, they're not all that bad. (Not like, oh, say, Monsanto.)

Yes, Amazon's buying Goodreads. No, it doesn't mean the end of Goodreads as you know it. I've written a blog post to summarize it, along with providing several relevant links on the matter to help you suss out the truth and make your own decision.

The sky's not falling, and Amazon doesn't (always) eat their young.


Monday, March 18, 2013

Deep Dark Erotic Romance

Take Me, Break Me

This is my first book that ventures into the capture fantasy realm, but I tried to do it in an original way. I hoped to make readers think during the read, and also at the end, a little more than they might with some stories. Although it begins as an arranged capture fantasy, what happens between them doesn't stay a fantasy for long.

Take Me, Break Me hit the top 100 Erotic list on Amazon in the first few days.

Early praise:

“An intriguing and wonderful insight into a beginning Dom.”
Cherise Sinclair – author of the Club Shadowlands series.

“…both HOT and thought provoking. I love those kinds of books.”
Candace Blevins – author of the Safewords series.

And from a review just posted on Goodreads:

"The mindf*ck of Klaus actually surpasses the one for Jodie. Wow. I can't express all the emotions I got from this read and I'm pretty jaded when it comes to deep dark erotic romance."
Michele Harvey


Jodie is scraping the barrel trying to stay afloat. An idea arrives that could rescue her finances and bring her together in a kinky way with a man she never gave up on. She's terrified and fascinated, and tempted as hell.

Capture fantasies rule her eBook. Re-enacting one in a documentary would surely be irresistible viewing to millions of women?

But Jodie and Klaus discover that inside an ordinary man dark desires may lurk. What will win in the end? The man and lover, or the monster?

Capture fantasy; anal play; M/f as well as one m/f/f/m scene; BDSM themes including caning, spanking, bondage, and needle play. Also contains one beginner Dom who is exploring sadism but is still working out how and when to stop.

Here's an adult excerpt.

“I agree. This isn’t working.”

Pure agreeable statement, but she rocked back slightly before she nodded.

“Nice is bad, Jodie? You want mind fuck. You want mean. You want things you dream about. You have no idea.”

Her eyes widened.

 “Starting now. The rules are gone. I make my own rules.”

“Uh. What? They were your rules.”

I took down the list from the door and held it, slowly tapping the laminated paper against my leg. “No. They were not.”

After unfolding the flaps of the cardboard box, I tucked the list down inside and pulled out the two gags.

“Rule one. You don’t talk unless I say you can.” As her mouth opened, with the buckles trapped in my fingers, I dropped both gags into view, and dangled them. “Talk and I use these.”

Like magic, her mouth clicked shut. Now I had her attention. That had worked. I was perhaps as stunned as she looked. She touched her tongue tip to her upper lip as I stood before her, and kept her gaze swinging from the gags to my face. I had a feeling I’d never had a woman so rapt in what I said. Addictive. The pulse of excitement had centered at my groin. Nothing I could do about it. I already knew that looking at women in bondage revved my engine. But I’d never done more than look at pictures.

Now I had an inkling that any situation where I got to hold the reins, really hold the reins, was like oxygen to a man in the throes of suffocation. Incredible.

I ran through my epiphany, convincing myself as much as her. Bluntness was called for.

“My conclusions. You asked me to do this because you still want me in your bed. You want me to fuck you.” Her gasp, I answered by swinging the ball gag. She uttered no words. “Somewhere in your plans, you hoped. The rules, I made up those in line with what I knew you’d be thinking. You knew I’d not step beyond, or not much.

“This,” I swept my arm across, “This room was your idea. Your rules. Lock me up. Make me yours for a while, but not too rough or dangerous because that isn’t in my rules.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Yes?”

Though she frowned and shook her head I went on. It didn’t matter if she deluded herself.

“You imagined some safe little love affair, with some kink on the side? Doesn’t work that way. Either you hand over control, or I walk. No documentary. Nod if you agree.”

I waited. I could almost hear the clocks ticking.

When she nodded slowly, my heart kicked back in. If it had beaten at all for those last few seconds, I’d been unaware.

“Good. This room is no longer your prison. The house is secure and private enough. You’re coming upstairs as long as you behave. I’ll install more cameras.”

No protests. Good. For a woman who liked having an opinion on everything this was exceptional. I could have walked on a cloud I was so hyper-aware of everything she did. Were her lips fuller, her cheeks flushed, her breathing faster? I thought so, but she didn’t know what I intended.

“Let me point out what could have happened if this stupid plan had gone wrong. If you picked a less restrained, a less sensible man. You’ve given me a hundred filthy dirty ideas about what I could do to you. I never knew what depths my mind could plunge to. Now I do. If anyone was mind fucked so far, it was me. Another man would follow through. You think these gags are bad? This one with the red ball is simple, it just stops you talking.” I laid the other, metal-and-leather gag across my palm. “This one is a spider gag. With this in, you can’t close your mouth and your mouth can be fucked. Do you have any idea of the things on the internet? Wait.” I held up my hand. “I guess you do, from what’s in those books you read.”

I bent and rested my hands on my knees. Mind fuck. This I could accomplish.

“You want a list? How about the list of things a man could do to you in this situation? I could make you wash my dishes naked with a gag in. I could tie you up, cut your clothes off and just stare at you all day – just because I could. I could make you be a piece of furniture and ignore you. Humiliating? Yes. I could train you to be an anal slut. I could fuck your ass all day long. I could collar you and make you crawl around on the floor like a dog at a convenient height for blow jobs. I could share you with the man down the street, stick needles in your nipples and use them and some string to fasten you to eyebolts in the ceiling. Want to try that one? And at the end of it all, if I was the worst sort of man, I could kill you and bury you out there on the beach.” I swung my arm up to point. “Maybe no one would ever find you.”

Now she was truly speechless, maybe even scared. Served her right. I watched the little swallows she made for a count of five.

“But I’m not going to. I’m your friend. Remember that, no matter what I do.” I smiled one-sided but I’m sure it didn't reach my eyes. The eyes are the mirror to the soul and right then my soul was very dark.

 Then I squatted in front of her, a couple of feet away, reached out and ran the tip of my forefinger along her plump bottom lip. “My rules. Open.”

A second’s hesitation at most. She shivered and her mouth parted. Mind fuck, here we come.

“Good. Jodie.” Then I very deliberately held up the spider gag, slipped it between her teeth, pulled her head forward, and held her there while I buckled it. Hair made a great anchor point. I slid my splayed fingers into the roots and tilted her head back then I added a rule.

“Second rule. You do my dishes whenever I say. You wear the spider gag. You don’t speak unless I say. But first…” Eyes locked on hers, I advanced one finger into her mouth and stroked her tongue. And she let me.

Had I hypnotized her? She did nothing but stare back. What I wouldn't have given to fuck her mouth right then and there.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Happy St. Patrick's Day from The Playroom!

Hope everyone has a safe and happy St. Patrick's Day! Celebrate responsibly!