KICKSTANDS UP IN 30 HOURS & 40 MINS!! (Teasers & Excerpt)

I'm BEYOND excited for this book to drop already! The Motorcycles, Masters & Mardi Gras II Party kicks off at 1PM Tuesday and I'm ready for the ride! (Are you ready?) Hope you enjoy the teasers and the excerpt! 

EXCERPT FROM CHAPTER-MIDNIGHT RIDER

I breathed a sigh of relief and pushed through the branches—taking in the beauty of the dawn. Dew spattered my legs, and then I fell flat on my face in the slick grass. Gravel and sticks cut up into my knees and I laid there wonderin’—if a girl falls in the woods and no one’s around to hear, does she still make a sound? 

As I answered my own question by hollering at the world—“Fuck my life! I can’t believe I got into this mess!”—I felt the vibrations on the asphalt. I looked up and saw it comin’. The lights and the rumble of the pipes came closer. So much for bein’ alone—now I’m mortified, and there’s a witness.

“Fuck me and my miserable life!” I prayed he was a ghost.

It didn’t take long for that vibration to be replaced with a screeching sound as the bike came to a quick stop. Dirt and dust blew up in a cloud around us.

“Holy shit—are you alright?”

The rugged guy climbed off the motorcycle—he had a frantic sound to his deep voice. I could tell he was tryin’ to figure me like I’d been figurin’ him.

“I’m fine!” I didn’t intend to come off as sharply as I did—but I was just this side of a nervous breakdown and ready to climb over soon. One look at me and a blind man would know I may’ve been a lot of things, but fine was not one of ‘em.

“Then you must be fuckin’ crazy! What in Hell would possess you to be walkin’ around in the dark and fog?”

I watched his black eyes lookin’ me over. He had to notice the bruises coverin’ me. Some were already yellow, others an ugly purple—they were everywhere. How could he miss ‘em? 

I was too wiped out to engage this man in any sorta conversation and turned on my heels and started walkin’ into the mist of the morning. Better to put some distance between me and yet another person I’d have to run from. This one didn’t look like he’d be easy to get away from either.

My skin was wet with sweat and dew—my hair matted and hangin’ heavy down my back like a noose. Maybe he’d think I was an apparition and leave it be.

“Hey, don’t walk away from me!”

Or maybe not.

“I coulda killed you, ya know?”

I didn’t even turn to look, but his words had a strange kinda nonchalance I’d never heard before.

“Well, you wouldn’t be the first man to say that to me, and you surely won’t be the last.” My own composure was unsettling—like I was speakin’ the God’s honest truth, without question.

I felt his ebony eyes through my back. I wanted to turn around, but didn’t even glance over my shoulder. I kept walkin’, hoping to disappear into the fog, before he noticed my poise was nothin’ but a façade.

“I can see that. You’re covered in bruises—some of ‘em ain’t new.”

So maybe the man could see—or maybe he was blind. Why else would he still be talking at my back while I walked away?

“And I didn’t try to kill you—I coulda. It was you who tried to kill us. What the fuck? Why were you layin’ on the side of the road?”

I was only tryin’ to get away—he just happened into my path.

“You’re obviously still alive so…unless you were trying your best road-kill impression…”

He trailed off and hadn’t moved from his spot, but for some reason, my achin’ feet had stopped me flat.

“Do I look like I’m in the mood to talk?” I spun around to face him. “Usually, when a lady walks away from a man, he’ll do one of two things.” My façade was close to crumblin’ so I tried to make it quick.

He leaned against the bike, laughin’ at me. “Oh, and what two things do men do? Maybe I’ve been doin’ it all wrong.”

I was so tired ya could’ve knocked me over with a feather, but I still caught his tone right between the eyes. Maybe that’s where the invisible target is painted.

“You either come after her, to bring her back where she belongs, or ya shine it on and leave her be—in peace.” I started walking again.

“Since we don’t know each other, I’m hopin’ you’re inclined to do the latter.” 

“Well, ya homicidal priss—you might be interested to know there is another option here.”

Now he had me curious. Ain’t that always the one that bites ya in the ass?

“Do tell, oh wise mirage of North Bumfuck. What is the other way?” I heard him movin’ around, but the fog was still thick enough I couldn’t see.

“Shoes—I’ve got ‘em, you need‘em. I see the way you’re limpin’. How far do you expect to get with bare feet? This road’ll be scalding soon. I don’t think you’ll get very far.”

He had to go and offer shoes—my weakness and right now an absolute must-have. 

“So, are you a shoe salesman or somethin’? Or do you just look for homicidal women and offer them footwear?” I found myself wandering slowly back in his direction. If he’d had food, I wouldn’t turn so fast, but my sore feet were another thing entirely.

“Do you want ‘em or not?” 

I could see as I neared, he held a dusty pair of boots in his hand. They weren’t perfect, but perfectly alright by me.

Once I was close enough to see—I noticed the rugged beauty of him and the boots.

“So, as I said, there’s another way. You get them…to come to you.”

I woulda felt tricked, if he didn’t have something so damned important.

“By the way, I’m Colt. You gonna let me help you out or what?”

His eyes darted across my skin—checkin’ every mark like Santa checkin’ off a damn list. I couldn’t even try to lie and say I didn’t need his help. I needed it now more than I’d needed anything in a long time.

“What kinda help are you offerin’? Don’t you think coverin’ my feet is help enough? Or are you an altar boy in disguise…maybe Saint Colt of the Dusty Boots?”

“I’m no altar boy—and I sure as hell ain’t no saint—just a man who sees a chick in need of help—nothin’ more.”

There was that calm again—just standing there on the side of the road—no pretense, no bullshit. I hadn’t come across one of them before. Maybe it was the Yankee accent or somethin’.

“Well, in case you’re Prince Charming, I don’t fit into those slippers, and I left my ball gown in a heap years ago.”

“Do I look royal or charming to you?” He folded his big tattooed arms across his chest and smirked.

His look did have appeal—depending on how you like your princes.

Tease me...Oooo..Yes...I Like It Like That!

I'm counting down to the pre-release party 4 more days 'til kickstands up SATURDAY 1-30-16 at the Motorcycles, Masters & Mardi Gras party on Facebook

As we lead up to release I'll post some teasers to give an idea of what's in store in this riches to doo rags story!

 WARNING: This book will make you feel things! 

Fall in love with Tuesday and Colt...and with the Masters M.C.
Embark on a journey that begins with a dusty pair of boots and a near collision on the side of a foggy, country road.

Meet a different kind of American motorcycle club—part outlaw, part BDSM Master, all code and heart.

Tuesday has been running on empty for years, that changes when she almost literally collides with Colt, the president of THE MASTERS M.C. A born outlaw, Colt has created something new, and Tuesday finds herself wondering if the sexy, tattooed biker is a sinner, or saint, as she rides on the back of his Harley, into a world she could never imagine.

Running from a past she didn't want, one she didn't dare know, and fearing for her life. She learns NOT ALL FAMILY IS BLOOD related, and some of the deepest roots are forged in LEATHER, INK & CHROME.

When a suit wearing PSYCHOPATH from the past comes to claim her, she glimpses first-hand the protection her new, leather-clad family has to offer.

WITNESS... The initial buds form on the family tree, and the brutal, suspenseful ride toward the birth of a new breed of biker.

FEEL…
As the first seeds are sown to grow the sassy, would-be debutante, into the slave Colt knows will make the bloodshed worthwhile.

LEARN... Along with Tuesday, what both lifestyles are really about, on her journey to becoming…PROPERTY OF

The MASTERS M.C. #1-PROPERTY OF COVER REVEAL/PRE-ORDERS LIVE

The Masters M.C. COVER REVEAL & PRE-ORDERS ARE LIVE!

http://www.amazon.com/Masters-M-C-Property-B-B-Blaque-ebook/dp/B01APMV916

WARNING: This book will make you feel things!
Fall in love with Tuesday and Colt...and with the Masters M.C.
Embark on a journey that begins with a dusty pair of boots and a near collision on the side of a foggy, country road.
Meet a different kind of American motorcycle club—part outlaw, part BDSM Master, all code and heart.

Tuesday has been running on empty for years, that changes when she almost literally collides with Colt, the president of THE MASTERS M.C. A born outlaw, Colt has created something new, and Tuesday finds herself wondering if the sexy, tattooed biker is a sinner, or saint, as she rides on the back of his Harley, into a world she could never imagine.

Running from a past she didn't want, one she didn't dare know, and fearing for her life. She learns NOT ALL FAMILY IS BLOOD related, and some of the deepest roots are forged in LEATHER, INK & CHROME.

When a suit wearing PSYCHOPATH from the past comes to claim her, she glimpses first-hand the protection her new, leather-clad family has to offer.

WITNESS... The initial buds form on the family tree, and the brutal, suspenseful ride toward the birth of a new breed of biker.

FEEL…
As the first seeds are sown to grow the sassy, would-be debutante, into the slave Colt knows will make the bloodshed worthwhile.

LEARN... Along with Tuesday, what both lifestyles are really about, on her journey to becoming…PROPERTY OF

 

SEE THE VIDEO COVER REVEAL

Watch the reveal for the cover as it comes to light one piece at a time!

TEASERS

 

More teasing to come before the RELEASE on 02-09-2016 (Follow me on FB to come to the Motorcycles, Masters & Mardi Gras Party!

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The Reviews Are In

 

Golden Doll has its own website now. 

It's time and Liberty & Calix deserve it!

It's a newly emerging site, waiting to break from its cocoon. Over time, just like everything else, it'll take on a life of its own. Hopefully Liberty will drop in and write some columns or something (she was a sought after rock journalist prior to becoming a slave.)

Go check out the pre-publishing reviews. Thus far, its been as well received as I'd imagined (in some cases more so.) Spank you all BUNCHES and HEAPS for your feedback!

Wet Whips & Kisses

 

B.B., Calix & Liberty 

Interviewed by BDSMWriterscon.com

I was interviewed by www.bdsmwriterscon.com for the Kinky Chats feature of their site.

Stop on over and leave a comment for me or another Kinky Chat author or ask something new! What a cool addition to an already great site!





I'm still bouncing over the Golden Flogger nominations for:

Not Even Death #1-Eternally Your Master

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Not Even Death #2-Still Your Master 

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It's less than 160 days until the convention and I am hoping to attend and walk Calico's footsteps around NYC.Until then, I'm back to preparing the finishing touches on "Golden Doll" and riding on the back of Colt Daniels' old Shovelhead in Ocala (with a great big smile on my face!)

Wet Whips & Kisses,

Golden Doll

I'm ecstatic to announce the completion of  
Angel to Butterfly #1-Golden Doll.

The second group of beta readers (a reviewer and few authors) will be reading and giving their input, then, it'll be off to the publishers for consideration.

I've polled what I consider an interesting mix of people to give their opinions/critiques. Some have been in the lifestyle others are vanilla. Most are avid readers and one doesn't read at all (her contribution was valuable since she's vanilla, married forever and doesn't typically read.) I've used a nice cross section of ages spanning decades--from a thirty-something, homemaker who devours books to a seventy-something retiree who is a voracious reader (one is lifestyle aware, the other is not-I'll let you imagine which.)

The reviews have been predominantly stellar. Some things changed to keep the flow and stay with the pacing (thank you oh devourer of literature.)

One said, "I feel as if I'm watching the whole thing--standing in the room with them. It makes you want to be Liberty so you can have (a man like) Calix."

Another said, "Its very suspenseful....OMG Calix is almost magical--I might be in love."



I'm ready to send her out, let her fly from the nest and take on the life I dreamed for her.

Blurb:

Liberty Lafayette was used to transformation. She’d been remodeling herself for years and felt she
finally had the ideal disguise, the perfect armor to stay safe.

That all changed when she encountered him.

Calix Xavier is a man used to getting and having his way. He’d been the protective Daddy type as long as he could remember. As a lifestyle Master/Daddy Dominant he could have his pick of
any submissive he chose kneeling at his feet.

He was compelled to choose her.

She was the toughest nut of the bunch—with the sweetest spirit. He could see all she hid. But she’d have to choose to show him, submit to him of her own free will.

How long could she run, carrying the armor encased wings on her heart?  How long could she hide the broken pieces and twisted halo?
 

How much pain could they both endure before she surrendered to—becoming—something completely new?

Experience the journey of Liberty as she learns the depths of
submission and what it can truly mean to be a slave.

She’d been driven to her knees by life...could she be inspired to them by love?

More to come "Golden Doll" until then, check out the interview I did with Liberty on 4th of July.

Wet Whips & Kisses, B.B.