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Talking A Sinful Tryst with Ally Daine On Her Release Day!!!

This is the fourth blog post I have done for the Cards of Passion series I am involved with and it gets more and more exciting each week! Especially today with Ally Daine! It is her release day today with Sinful Tryst, but get ready for more–Ally Daine is a rising star!

How did you get involved with The Cards of Passion series?

Donna invited me to participate and I couldn’t say no! I was in the middle of finishing my first full-length novel last summer. While I’m working on editing that, I took some time to do a side quest and wrote Sinful Tryst. 

Who does not love the premise of a Sinful Tryst–tell us all about your story! 

Sinful Tryst was borne out of one elf’s deepest, darkest fantasy to have a dangerous liaison with a human—illegal in the world where he lives. But he happens upon a witch in a forest one day who offers him the chance to fulfill his fantasy, for a price of course. So he comes to our world to carry out his dual quest: help the witch and have a tryst with a woman. His paramour is getting over a recent heartbreak. Her fantasy is to have a one-night stand. Though she has always wanted to have one, she feels like putting herself out there and giving into her wild side will also help her get over her breakup. 

What inspired you to write this story?

This story is a prequel to my upcoming full-length novel. There are only two perspectives in that novel, but a few of the other characters have lots to say. Cato was the loudest and I liked the opportunity to tell a bit of his story and reveal some of his world before the novel comes out. I also really liked the theme of “Fantasy” while exploring the characters’ own personal fantasies.

What is next for Ally Daine?!

If you liked peeking into Cato’s world, look for my first full-length novel, Fade, coming in Winter 2025. 

Oooooh there is more? Do tell!!!

If you liked peeking into Cato’s world, look for my first full-length novel, Fade, coming in Winter 2025. Taking place roughly 30 years after Sinful Tryst, this story follows Izzy as she quite literally falls into the elven realm.

Izzy, on the verge of starting her sophomore year at college, tumbles through a mountain while on a climbing trip with friends only to land on a dining table, surrounded by creatures with pointed ears and demonic eyes. Thrust into a world she knows nothing about, Izzy discovers she is an elf, a lost princess from a dying kingdom, hidden away in our world since infancy. The haunted faces around her reflect shame and grief, yet no one will tell her what happened twenty years ago.

Two decades prior, Aris, the King of Alltaar, reduced Cortha to rubble, consigning its people to their meager existence. True retribution eluded him when the Corthan princess slipped through his fingers. When news reaches him that his greatest enemy has returned, Aris races to the ruined kingdom in pursuit of vengeance. He finds trouble instead, as the human lands to the north grow restless, thirsting for elven blood.

Set against a backdrop of war, intrigue, and magic, Aris and Izzy must navigate their fraught past to forge a new future for themselves and their people.

Don’t worry readers of Sinful Tryst, our hero Cato plays a big role in Fade!

 

Gabbing with Gabbi Black About Her New Book Release!!!

Last week, we got to chat with Dr. J, the mastermind behind the Cards of Passion series I am working on. It is a multi-author series with each of us writing a novella based on our card from the Cards of Passion deck. Gabbi Black’s book, Passion’s Angel is out now and I have to tell you I am excited about it! What a pleasure to gab with Gabbi about her story and what is next for her!

How did you get involved with The Cards of Passion series?

This is a great question because it’s a simple answer.  A friend of mine, who is a good friend of Dr. J’s, asked me.  Well, I’m certain she passed my credentials by Dr. J first…but I was asked and I couldn’t have been more thrilled. I wasn’t familiar with the cards, but now that I am, I’m so excited to be part of this project.

Tell us about your Cards of Passion story!

When Dr. J sent me a deck of the Cards of Passion for myself, I immediately started to leaf through them. One in particular caught my eye and I kept going back to it.   It’s a Physical card labelled: My Sexuality – Body Image.  The photo is of three women standing in a row, all pressed affectionately against each other with the caption: I am grateful for my sexual body – home as it is mine and suited for me. The women are clearly of different races and ethnicities.  And I realized…I had my story.

Now, I don’t have three women in my story – but I have two women and a guy.  Nadine is a strong, powerful Black woman who runs an advertising agency.  Two years ago, she hired Dustin to be her personal assistant.  She liked his ambition and his spark.  Eventually, he convinced her to become lovers.  Then he discovered she had a BDSM dungeon in her basement…and that she’s actually a Domme.  Well, he offered his submission to her willingly and, after a long period of discussion and deliberations – they became Dominant and submissive.

What they didn’t expect was to find Angelique.  I won’t give away too much, but the young woman comes into the couple’s life at just the perfect time.  She also solidifies Dustin and Nadine’s relationship.  Eventually the three become a triad.  The story is a 25k word FFM BDSM.  So plenty of kink, a decent amount of sex, and just a joyous story about three people finding their happiness.

I love happy endings like you as well. Tell us why you do.

I had this conversation with a mentor recently.  Both of us work in jobs where happy endings aren’t always possible.  I can control my characters.  I start with the couple (or throuple) and I knew I’m going to give them a happy ending.  I also know I’m going to make them work for that joy.  What’s a good story without a touch of angst? A moment of doubt? Good old-fashioned work?  Those are all things my readers can expect as I guide my characters to their forever happy endings.

What is next for Gabbi Black?!

Gabbi’s taking a bit of a break.  I just published my first audio – Grant’s Gambit.  That endeavor, along with Passion’s Angel, are it for 2024.  But I have plans for a new BDSM trilogy next year.

I also write under two other pen names.  Gabbi Powell is mid-angst, mid-heat, small town romances.  While Gabbi Black’s stories are very Vancouver and city-centric, Gabbi Powell’s books are set in British Columbia, but away from the big city.  She also writes a pile of angst in her books.

Finally, I write gay romances under the pen name Gabbi Grey.  Most of the books are MM, although I have a couple of sapphic romances and a new MMF series.  Those books have settings all over the world – including a new novella set in Sydney, Australia that’s coming out in November.  I have a series set in the same town as Gabbi Powell’s books.  Love in Mission City is a mid-angst mid-heat gay romance series and often my secondary characters cross between books and series.  My fans loving seeing cameos.

Thank you so much for hosting me today! I hope readers are drawn to the Cards of Passion series with so many great books.

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Royal Advantage

Vance made Eliza feel like a queen. He had made love to her and made her body feel like she was floating. As new lovers often were, they were insatiable for each other.

Sitting on the hotel bed in his shirt like he had asked her to, she picked up her phone while he took a shower in the lavish shower where they had aleady made love. She peed on him just a little when a sudden shock of hot water hit her spine while they were in there.

Her sister Jeanne sent her pictures of Bibi. Her daughter was getting so big and her sister looked so happy with her. Her sister and Eliza’s ex who were such a happy couple that Eliza was glad she had gotten over that flurry of emotions when she first found out about them.

Eliza felt calm knowing Bibi was okay, but what was happening between her and Rafe was something separate. He had texted her and she bit her lip. She could not imagine what he was texting her about and she was not ready for it. Oscar had texted her as well. 

But it was Vance coming out of the shower that made her put her phone down again. He was hard and she wanted him inside of her. She could not look at him without wanting him. They had been intimate enough in the past hours that they did not feel like strangers anymore. Eliza kissed Vance with longing and vulnerability as he pulled her underneath him. His shirt slipped underneath her ass as he spread her legs and kissed her clit before he licked it. She pulled at the sheets and bit her tongue as he ate her out. Her low growl made him even more fierce in pleasuring her. With his honing in on her ultimate release, she cried out.

”I’m going to come, but I want you inside of me when I do.”

“Whatever the queen wants…” he teased.

Eliza bit her lip. Him saying that almost made her come. But waiting as he got a condom from the seemingly endless supply by the bed, Eliza grunted along with him as he entered her. If his tongue felt good inside of her, his dick felt even better and knowing inside of her. Her hips were wild as they moved together moving as one.

Her orgasm burst like flames and Eliza did not even remember much as she lie beside him after the eruption. She picked up her phone again. Still messages from Rafe and Oscar, but Eliza only looked at the one from Jeanne to see her daughter. 

When she put her phone down, the mounds of her breasts spread sensitively as she slipped her hands between her legs.

Wet and still eager.

She was still the queen for the day–whatever she wanted.

Eliza wanted Vance. His naked torso inches from hers before she licked his shoulder blade not caring if she woke him up. 

If she was queen for the day she was going to take royal advantage.

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Film Star

Eliza watched as Alessandra walked from the back of the gallery, still tightly holding Leon’s hand. They looked at each other, and for the first time in a long time, there was no animosity in how they looked at each other. Eliza wondered if finally the war was over and they would be able, if not to be friends, that they would at least be able to be at these events and not feel awkward.

But that would be determined later, maybe at the after-party. For now, Alessandra was the movie star of the art world. Everyone wanted a piece of her. Her new pieces were dark and then filled with light. It was such an intimate view of her emotional world, much of which Eliza had already witnessed when she semi-stalked her on Instagram.

The lighter pictures were coming to light now, pictures of parts of her body and Leon’s body in the sunlight. There were so many sunlit photos, and the lights in the gallery perfectly complemented her photographs.

Her PDA with Leon was also compelling. People were asking about him. Leon was so classy that he still demured and made sure that people were paying attention to Alessa.

She deserved it. The work and the evolution of the work were staggering. Eliza wanted to tell her, but she did not feel that she wanted to rock the boat. She did not want to assume anything.

Later, she froze when she was in the ladies’ room and saw Alessa walk in behind her. Alessa smiled, and she smiled in return. Alessa walked to the sink to pull her lipstick out of her purse, which Eliza was doing as well. She remembered the time that Alessandra had made herself up so well because she was trying to seduce her, and she still felt guilty about that because she had never wanted to hurt Alessandra.

“I never meant to hurt you,” Eliza said and smeared lipstick on her face when she did.

“I know now,” Alessandra said. “I know. When I was away with Leon, I learned so much about myself and things that I thought. Let go of a lot.”


“He is an amazing man.”

“He is. I never realized that we loved each other as much as we did. But he was always there, and this time…” she looked at Eliza deeply. “I am not with someone to make me feel better about not being with someone else.”

“I would hope not,” Eliza said. “He doesn’t deserve that.”

“I would never hurt him,” she said and smacked her lips. “He wants me to make nice with you, and for him, I will.”

“I will always be your friend.”
Alessa looked at her with a poker face that was not off-putting but still did not let her know what she felt about her. But it was nice not to think that Alessa wanted to remove her like a chess piece off of the board at last.

She had been as nice as she could to her for Oscar and Rafe.

The things they did for the men in their lives.  

 

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Comfort

“She’s still asleep,” Oscar said, and Eliza felt soothed with his hand on top of hers. 

Alessandra had fainted at the cafe, and she was still excitable, so they had given her a sedative to calm her down. Oscar was called because he was her emergency contact even though they had broken up a long time ago. It was good to have him there. Eliza was pretty shaken up after the incident because she did not know what had caused Alessa to pass out.

Oscar had hugged her when he had walked into the hospital room, and she immediately felt comforted and safe.

“You did not tell me that you were seeing Alessa,” he said, kissing her temple.

“I was going to tell you after I saw you, and then she fainted.”

“I think it is good that you guys got together because you did become very close friends. I was sad that it ended the way that it did.”

“I love Alessa, but I do not love her that way that she wants me to love her, and I do not want to feel guilty about that. My whole connection with her has been so bizarre. Her being with you, then she and I being so close, and then her falling in love with me.

“I know,” Oscar said, pulling her closer and kissing her temple. 

Eliza looked up at Oscar, and he kissed her. It was so natural to kiss him like that, she kissed him in earnest. He took her hand, and they walked outside of Alessa’s room. Her room was right in front of the nurse’s station, so they knew she was safe.

He pulled her into a stairwell, and it was very deja vu of when he pulled her into the staircase when they were in Shanghai. Was it the fear from Alessa passing out that made her need to be calmed down? Was it just seeing Oscar and their history that made the difference?

He pressed her to the wall, kissing her and squeezing her breast. Eliza sucked on the tip of his tongue like she would have sucked him somewhere else because she wanted him so much. He stopped kissing her and swooning she moved toward him.

“I missed you,” he said, holding her face. “I want to look at you.”

The way he looked at her churned her emotions inside like nothing else.

“I want you,” she replied because she could not wait.

Oscar never denied her, and he pulled her dress up. Eliza could hear how wet she was when he slipped his finger inside of her. Eliza spread her legs more and closed her eyes as he finger fucked her so good she did not need him to fuck her in the stairwell. He knew her so well he knew how to quench her desire with just his fingers. 

Oscar took her hand, and she felt kind of light-headed because she had come so hard. When they walked into Alessa’s room holding hands, the patient was sitting up in bed and looked at them where their hands were joined.

 

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The King

Sally did not realize that a sexual fantasy did not have to be over the top.

All of her life she had been over the top with lovers. Never ever did she imagine that she would get wet over the thought of being pressed to the kitchen counter with Calvin’s hand shoved down the front of her sweatpants. The taste of expensive wine on both of their lips and the kitchen fragrant with the dinner he was making, as he pressed his pelvis to hers and touched her like he was looking for a lost treasure between her legs.

Wet and anticipating, Sally moved against his hand. He said something to her in French–he spoke fluent French and Italian. Calvin had traveled a lot as a chef, but it was in New York that he wanted to put down his roots.

“And then I found you,” he had told her. “And I do not want to go anywhere else now.”

He had pinned her to the counter–she wanted to be pinned–and he touched her like he had found the gold between her legs. 

But she was sure that the gold was within him.

Thinking about them by the kitchen counter was now the sexiest experience she had ever had in her life, and she had done a lot of things with lovers. But the way he made her feel, and the way that she felt when she went over to him.

It had been so hard to say she loved him, but the way that he made her feel was something that she had not been able to keep to herself. She wanted to be close to him, and they had been closer in that moment than on any other moment she felt before that and they had been very close prior.

Calvin pushed down the waistband of her sweatpants and stuck his fingers inside of her. Sally held onto the counter as he finger fucked her, and then he knelt before her. She looked down at him, and the way he looked up at her took her breath away. Moving his fingers slowly, he replaced them with his tongue and Sally thought she would pass out from the replacement of the two.

She hissed as he continued to make love to her with his mouth. When he slipped his tongue inside of her, she bent over and caressed his head. It felt like a type of worship even though he was the one that was pleasuring her.

When he looked up at her, he was the king of her universe.

 

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Retro: Reverie

One more retro post about Sally, and then we can continue the story:

Chloe took a long look at her mother. She had of course seen pictures of her mother when she was younger, her mother had always been the youngest looking mom when she was a kid. The cool one who came to pick her up to take her to fun places, but it was her grandmother who took care of her primarily.

Sally had her hair pulled up in a ponytail, and her earring piercings were empty except for pearls that she wore that emphasized her faux rockabilly look. Her mother was beautiful, there was no denying that Oscar had been smitten with her which is how she did not know how she was able to pry him from her but she had.

And now.

She needed her mother, blood was thicker than water and she needed her. Sally looked at her with a face that displayed no emotion. She had agreed to meet her, but her face was smooth as porcelain not a crease of emotion.

“Mom, I am sorry for everything. But you are my mom, and I love you and I need you.” Chloe felt weak as she looked at her mother’s still calm expression.

“I love you Chloe, you’re my daughter. I am always here. It was not so much about Oscar, but the things you said to me about not raising you and acting like you did not need me. Like you did not love me.”

“I’m sorry Mom,” Chloe cried, and she rushed to hug her mother. I’m so sorry. But I think you are right. Oscar was out of my league, I should never have gotten involved with him. I never should have done any of this because now…I am in love with someone else.”

Her mother studied her with interest now. Chloe was afraid to say anything, because even to say it was pleasure and pain.

“I am in love with Rafe Morton.”

Her mother’s eyes widened, as she stared at her.

“Then you are in for a hell of a battle with his wife,” Sally leaned back with an ironic smile. “And she pulled a knife on me once, so I would be very careful. Both Oscar and Rafe love her to death.”

Chloe swallowed, she definitely could not compete with Eliza. But she had to have Rafe, she needed him now more than ever…

She walked out of the café after talking to her mother a little longer, and got into her car. She started to text Oscar, but out of the corner of her eye she saw that her driving was texting. As she was about to tell him to stop, the car swerved and she screamed. The sound of their two phones colliding was the last sound she heard.

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Retro: Elaborate

Looking back on Sally, so you can understand why she is so haunted—another retro post about the time Eliza pulled out a knife on her…

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

Can you please put the knife down?” Sallyquestioned softly, as she studied Eliza. It really was only then that Eliza realized that she was holding the knife menacingly.

“I-I had someone come into my apartment and they tried to…” Eliza began to explain.

“I know, I feel like I know everything about you because Oscar is always telling me something new about you.” Sally sighed.

Eliza shrugged, as she realized that she had drawn blood in her palm with the blade of the knife she still held in a non-threatening manner now.

“I came here to ask you,” Sally held her hands together as if in prayer. “Does he tell you so much about me?”

Laughing, Eliza tucked her hair behind her ear.

“No, because you have barely told him anything to tell me about you.”

Sally smiled ruefully.

“I am asking you not to interfere with our relationship. Your relationship with him was marred by a lot, and I love him and I want a chance—“

“To what? What do you want a chance to do? Elaborate!”

Sally sashayed before her, and Eliza watched her with incredulity.

“—to love him.” Sally finished.

Eliza was silent, to love him. She had loved Oscar, and she was not sure if that was the reason that she did not want to let go…or if she truly just could not believe that Sally would really love him.

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Retro: Blogger’s Choice

A friend of mine asked me for my blog address so she could get caught up. It made me smile that she wanted to get caught up, and I told her that I had been writing this story since 2014 (!!!), that it would be a lot to read and she still wanted to. And then I thought to myself that this story is kind of “in” me. Eliza has been thinking a lot about her and Oscar, and there is one scene with them that I keep thinking about since I wrote it. It feels so integral to the latest chapter with them…so please indulge the blogger’s choice! To me, it is thought of as “the birthday party.”

Eliza’s motivation when she invited Oscar over to the party, and in general up to this point was she had wanted him to be close to Bibi. She was not completely sure that he could not have been her daughter’s father but she knew how she planned on raising her.

But Oscar had not resisted in calling her on it over and over again—his speculations about it. But none of that mattered now as he pressed her to the wall in the dark room, slipped inside her and she could not catch her breath from the shock and the pleasure. They made love like a detailed mechanism engineered to perfection. Their bodies moved as if they were meant to do this together all the time and they moved like they like a sleek, shiny machine.

But with feeling.

He did not let her go as they moved apart, and he made her look at him so she looked into his eyes disheveled and still breathing heavy from their lovemaking.

“Eliza…” he breathed, and kept looking at her.

“I have to go back—the cake…”

Eliza adjusted her clothes and her hair and kissed Oscar before she walked out the sound of her heels like thunder in the otherwise silence and went to get the decorative cake. It was multi-colored and said Bibi with flowers. She put a multi-colored candle on top, and walked out into the dimmed room that lit up when she walked in. Oscar and Rafe were with Bibi, who squealed when she saw her as she always did when she saw her mother. Cooing and laughing, she glowed like a little angel over the cake as she, Oscar and Rafe blew out the candles on the cake.

What wishes had been made? Eliza mused as the sweet birthday smoke hit her nostrils.

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Efficient Time-Management

Eliza and Rafe had planned a big night together. They spent time together since Bibi was born, that was not the issue. She was a delight of a baby who slept like they did and on their schedule, so they had time to be together as a couple.

Romantically.

But time without her was still time to be treasured. Eliza was dressed up and ready to go out with her husband, when he called her and told her that he was not going to be able to make their date.

“I am so sorry,” he said and she could hear it in his voice, but it did not make it any better for her as she looked at her dramatically made-up reflection. She had been so excited, and was ready for a night of love with Rafe. She ran her hands over her own body because she was still that hot that she wanted her body touched. She wanted to feel someone trace the path of her heat—even it was herself that had to do it.

Eliza pulled up her dress and even though her body looked different with her pregnancy it was nothing for her to see that she was sexy. Her fuller breasts turner her on with her more pronounced nipples. The stretch marks on her stomach let her know her body had done work, and she had Bibi to show for it. She felt slippery between her legs, and used her fingers to explore herself. As much as she wanted to let it last and let it linger, Eliza could not help herself and her fingers were in and out of her as she pulled at her hardened nipples. She came too quick, but still breathlessly savored the pleasure. Holding onto the wall, she regained her breath and saw the post-orgasmic flush all over her body.

What an amazing way to utilize her time before her husband came home! 

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