Make Mine to Go — re-released and on sale


My ebook Make Mine to Go, is available for pre-order and will be released on September 13 (and you can pre-order prior to that). This is a re-release with a new publisher, JMS Books. The only major change is the beautiful new cover.

Click here to buy. New releases are 20% off for the first week.


One key to the success of Justin and Toby’s marriage is plenty of sexual variety, sometimes with other men they know through the local BDSM club. While Toby assumes the submissive role in their power exchanges, it’s more often Justin who generously caters to Toby’s erotic appetites. Toby’s interest in flirting with a salesman should be trivial in comparison to his other desires. Instead, it sends both men down uncomfortable paths.

Toby manages to assure Justin that it was harmless fun, or so it seems at first.  More troubling than Justin being unconvinced is that Toby doesn’t entirely believe his own story. When Toby finally figures out he wants something only another man can give him, he knows it won’t be easy to tell Justin. Is realizing a fantasy—even an exceptionally compelling one— worth the risk?


“I think we’ve had enough discussion. Unless you have an objection, I want to have my way with you.”

I was never before so thrilled to hear that. “I’m all yours,” I said, and I meant it with all my heart and soul.

“Basement. No talking unless I ask you a question.”

We usually played in the bedroom unless it was going to involve a lot of equipment, so it seemed like I’d have an extra chance to demonstrate my devotion.

“I’m in a sadistic mood tonight, and you need to tell me if you have a problem with that,” Justin said, confirming my impression.

Some nights I was the one begging for more, wanting him to push my limits. Tonight would be for him. “No problem, sir.”

* * * *

Justin told me to stand by the spanking bench, facing the door, an order that didn’t suggest anything especially interesting. I surmised he was headed for the back wall where we had a large collection of impact toys hanging from hooks. Instead, I heard a rustling of paper and cardboard box flaps. Maybe it was something new. The thought of a kinky surprise sent a surge of blood south. It had been a while since either of us had bought a new toy. I got part of my answer when he returned with a mysterious canvas and leather bundle.

“Strip.” He explained only after I started undressing. “I want to try something different. I was concerned it might be on the extreme side, but now I think it’s ideal for tonight.”

It turned out he was holding a straitjacket, not like the leather or rubber ones from the expensive fetish shops online, but equally serviceable, I imagined, for not only restricting my movement, but making me believably helpless. The thought excited me, but it also made me a little nervous—Justin usually played with my body and used relatively little bondage. This boded something more intense. A quick mental scan of our previous scenes provided no clues to what he had in mind other than my immobilization. He watched me carefully and must have detected my concern.

He dropped the straitjacket by his feet. “All mine,” he said as he gathered me into a hug and kissed me hard. “I’ll take good care of my Toby. You trust me, don’t you?” he asked, picking up the jacket.

I nodded and held out my arms to receive the bondage.

“That’s my boy.”

Securing the straps properly took a while, giving me a chance to get into a more submissive frame of mind. I stopped thinking about the novelty of his method and concentrated on wanting to obey him. His firm, reassuring voice and his confident handling of me and the equipment made that easier. I took a few deep breaths while he secured the last buckle and checked his work. After adding a hood and attaching the eye coverings, he bent me over the spanking bench and walked away.

The hood muffled sound, but I thought he was putting some toys on the portable rack near the bench. There was no way to predict a choice of a flogger over a crop or cane, or even a single-tail whip. He enjoyed all of them, and in his hands, any toy could turn into an instrument of pleasure or pain. Having so many options enhanced the erotic tension we both craved. I next heard him opening drawers, which could mean almost anything, from dildos to those evil little clips. My guesses leaned toward pain, based on the restraints. It didn’t seem like the sort of night involving choices, so I just breathed deeply and waited, happy to be the object of Justin’s desire and only slightly uneasy about limits he might test.

Reviews of the first edition:

Rainbow Book Reviews

BDSM Book Reviews

Cameron D. James blog

There are also reviews on Amazon — USA and UK

Two brief excerpts appear in a book by Alison Tyler called Never Say Never: Tips, Tricks, and Erotic Inspiration for Lovers.

BDSM and Bodice-rippers: Guest post by C. P. Foster

With the hope of starting a trend of having more substantive posts about D/s and erotica, I’ve decided to have guest bloggers. As my first, I’m delighted to introduce you to C. P. Foster, an author I met on the Absolute Write forum.  I haven’t read Foster’s books, but I enjoyed reading her blog posts tagged with “BDSM”.

BDSM and Bodice-rippers

by C.P. Foster

Back in the 1980s I read a bunch of romance novels by authors like Bertrice Small, Rosemary Rogers, Roberta Gellis, Katherine Woodwiss, and others. It wasn’t until years later when I got into BDSM that I realized why I loved these books. They were full of BDSM themes. Dominance, submission, bondage, slavery, discipline, sadism, masochism, you name it. Pirates or Sultans captured beautiful women and forced them to have sex (which the women thoroughly enjoyed). Dominant males swept women off their feet. Castle servants serviced visiting knights. No wonder I ate that stuff up like candy.

My first two books, Dark Studies, and the recently released Secret Studies, follow the example of those earlier writers. They are full of BDSM themes, but not in a modern BDSM context. There are no play parties or clubs, no structured Dom/sub relationships, no toy bags full of floggers, whips, and nipple clamps. But there is dominance and submission. Pain and pleasure. Endorphins galore. And blood play, of the vampire variety. (If you want to read more of my thoughts on vampires as mainstream blood play, check out this blog post:

Books like these are, obviously, fantasy. Modern BDSM springs from these kinds of fantasies, but has been “civilized,” so to speak, with rules and safe words. As necessary as those rules are, they sometimes dilute the underlying desire. That’s why I find myself going back to those old bodice-rippers, where I can completely submerge myself in the make-believe without worrying about negotiations, safe sex, dungeon monitors, or other mundane concerns. It’s a safe way to enjoy the forbidden, unsafe pleasures.

Secret Studies (Arcaneology Book 2)SecretStudes_ByCPFoster-200x300
C. P. Foster
Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance
Length: Novel
Warnings: Contains BDSM elements and dubious consent

Buy links:

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All Romance Ebooks

If she could only stop running, she could start living…

With a million-dollar bounty on her head, Angie Clark has been hiding under the noses of her enemies for nearly a decade. But trying to prevent a war between humans and vampires has landed her in trouble—again. A vampire monarch bent on revenge has taken out a new contract on her, and Angie knows that if she’s caught, her enemies will torture her until she begs for death. Mired in violence and death, keeping her secrets becomes more important than ever. And as her life unravels bit by bit, she fears she’ll have to leave behind everyone and everything that matters to her and run.

But when Steffen Scott puts his life on the line in order to protect her, she can no longer deny her feelings for him. As the threat of war looms over humanity once again, it could mean the annihilation of both species, and Angie must decide whether to keep running or to turn and fight. And maybe find out what she and Steffen could become.


She went to him, and let him draw her onto his lap. He angled her so her legs dangled to one side while her back rested against his broad chest. His skin felt cool, but not as cold as before.

“Did you intend to tease me by leaving that lovely throat bare?” he murmured into her ear.

“Don’t you like it?”

His growl vibrated over her. “I’ve thought of little else since the moment I arrived. May I taste you now?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

With a gentle touch, he took the single curl that tickled the side of her neck and tucked it behind her ear. Grace closed her eyes as he settled his mouth over her vein. His fangs extended, thin as those of a snake, and pricked the soft skin. She held her breath.

He curved one arm around her waist an instant before he struck. Pain flickered for only a second, then a lush wave of pleasure overtook her, and she moaned aloud. His arm tightened while his other hand stroked up to cover her breast. He squeezed. Found the stiffening nipple and pinched. Grace arched with desire as he caressed his way to her thighs and edged them apart. The suction of his drinking, the quiet sounds he made, the way his body grew warmer with each passing second, all of the sensations engulfed her.

He eased her skirt up and nudged her panties aside so he could graze his fingertips over her moist lower lips. She tensed from head to toe as he traced a slick path to her bud and began to stroke. Her racing heart pumped blood into his mouth. Pleasure built, and when she came, he sucked harder to drink in her ecstasy.


To celebrate the release of Secret Studies, book two in the Arcaneology series, I am hosting a give-away for the next week. Entering is simple:

1) come to my Facebook author home page
2) hit like, if you haven’t already
3) leave a comment

That’s it! On Monday the 2nd of September I’ll put all of the names into a virtual hat and give away the prizes. What are the prizes? Glad you asked!

Prize #1: A digital copy (your choice of format) of both books in the Arcaneology Series (Dark Studies and Secret Studies).
Prizes #2 and #3: A digital copy of Secret Studies, plus a vial-of-blood necklace and a bookmark.
Prize #4, 5, and 6: A copy of Dark Studies, plus a blank-book journal and a bookmark.

You can find pictures of the prizes in my album. Come on over and enter today!


C. P. Foster is a writer of urban fantasy, romance, and erotica. She lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, Cuddles the caliby kitten, and a cat named Tom that is no longer actually a tom. She doubts he appreciates the irony.

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