It's OUT!

Gotta tell you - this is way cool.

Now available - Primal Appetite from Liquid Silver Books.

Check it out here.

It's OUT!

Shh, it'll be out tonight!

What happens when I watch too much History Channel, get a really hot idea and add it to my vivid imagination?

This time—I’ll be very, very, very bad.



To win her heart, this Fay Prince will have to fulfill all her naughty fantasies.

Lady Danielle Hampton has really made a muck of her life. Not only is she guilty of entreating carnal fantasies, but her aunt has sold her into slavery to pay off the family’s debts. Little does Danielle know the group she’s been purchased to service aren’t just Lords and Princes, they are the legends from which fairytales are wrought.
Prince Gabriel LeFay is in search of his next mate. First he has to find a woman who is as uninhibited as his kind, the Fairefolk, and then he has to teach her the ways of a submissive. In Danielle he finds the woman of his dreams. She’ll try anything once or even thrice. The trick to earning her love is to become the man of her fantasies.

On the Liquid Silver Books rating scale – this story is:
MOLTEN: Ménage, orgy, M/F/F, F/F, M/F/M, M/M/M/F, anal sex, light BDSM, public sex.


Watch for it tonight after 7 PM at Liquid Silver Books.


Want more from me. I aim to please. Keep your eyes peeled for the last installment in the ‘For Me’ series. Purr for Me is coming soon from Cobblestone Press. Also, Valkyr will be out the end of next month from Eirelander Publishing.


Have a great night everybody.

Bella

www.belladonnabordeaux.com

You may not like me - but hey, I'm honest

This is supposed to be about writing, but here's the thing, I've gone through a year of major changes.

Yep, changes. As in major, change your life forever, changes.

That's not my car, which was replaced, or anything else that's material. This was bigger than that.

Last April 2nd I left my husband of three years. Where did I head - home. Mom and Dad, home is where the heart is, to those people who shake their head when you make a major mistake, home. Did I feel like $hit - yeah. But you know what, I'm lucky, my Mom and Dad are cool about things. They might sit there and give me hell every once in a while, but you know what, they love me.

They really love me.

There's a reason for this post...I swear...I promise.

It was a big thing for me to leave my ex. At that point in my life it was bigger than huge. It was my whole life, attached to a guy, who I promised all this stuff to then realized it wasn't going to work.

So, I moved back home. To Mom and Dad. To my comfort zone. You know what. I got it in a split second. I'm their kid. They weren't going to kick me in the teeth when I was already down.

What I didn't know was a sick truth. A secret my parents had kept from me. Probably the second worst secret they could keep from me. The first on my list was they were splitting up. The second was one of them had cancer.

It happened. My Mom, who I'd fought with for years about boys I liked and all this high school junk, had cancer. I was panic stricken and she was cool as ice cream. That's my mom. She was born with Neurofibromatosis. The woman who said, 'I'll never be pretty, but I'll fight to the death for you'. She had cancer. It was my eye opener. Suddenly, the only other girl in a household of nine boys including my dad, not including cats and dogs, was dying. At least that's how I looked at it.

You know, I kept thinking that, even after my brothers and Dad told me she'd be okay once she went through treatments. I couldn't think of anything else. It was like my little problems of job, soon-to-be ex and car ceased to exist. They were just stuff or people who I was getting rid of. This was my mom. The woman who would fight to the death for me.

I made a mistake today. My intentions were good, but my delivery was on another planet. My mom, who owns a publishing company, had a good friend resign from her position as an editor. She took it badly. I took it even worse. Something about seeing my mom, who'd not only kicked my a$$ into writing eight months ago was at a loss. For the first time since I was a really young kid, I watched my mom struggle to keep herself together. Cancer couldn't do it. Being as sick as she was for months on end didn't do it to her. It was something else I still don't understand.

Watching a woman you respect like that struggle with the throwing up and absolute pain of chemo and radiation, trying to beat cancer, finally lose her bearings about killed me. Then I listened to all these writers who didn't know half the story give this person sympathy on Facebook. Yeah, they were all sort of like - you were the best of my mom's publishing company.

That tilted me to the point of no return.

So, I did the worst thing I probably could. I spoke out.

Was I right - in my mind - yes.

Do I give a good God damn what people think of me - hell no.

You know what I learned today. My Mom will fight to the death for me. I needed to return the favor to the one person in the world who I've let down from time to time, but who has always give her all to me.

She's my biggest champion.

The truth is - you may not like me, but hey, I'm honest.

And in the end, that's all I've got to give.

Best!

Bella

Now Available - Cry for Me

Hot off the cyber presses and waiting for your reading enjoyment, Jakob LeFay's story. If you loved this brooding character from Howl for Me, you'll really dig him when he meets his mate--Shannon McGilvrey.

In every life a few tears must fall.

Shannon McGilvrey has spent most of her life hunting what she fears most--paranormals. That was until she met Jakob LeFay. The hybrid hasn't just changed her DNA with his vampire's kiss, he's also put her in an uncomfortable position with the covert group, the Council for the Preservation of Humanity. They're going to give her a chance to prove her loyalty to the race, though. Her orders are simple: screw him, drink his blood and get the hell out of there.

A very different kind of fairy stands in her way.

Read an excerpt here.
Content: Erotica
This title contains explicit language & graphic sex.

On the Bella's Been Bad scale this story comes in at - It's so much fun to be bad.

Buy it here.

Thanks!

Bella

www.belladonnabordeaux.com

Hero interview - Asher Cope

Hero Interview: Asher Cope

Hi, Bitty Baby, star reporter for the Faerie Times here. Whoo, what a day it’s been. You see, I was sitting at my desk, minding most of my own business when out of the blue the news came over the trans-dimensional teletype that the founder of the New Pack had gotten hitched.

A half-caste mated to a mortal? Who would have thunk it? Not anybody in Tir na nOg.

Yep, I got the assignment. Interview Asher Cope and hope the half-werewolf, half-vampire doesn’t get hungry during our chat.


BITTY: Hello, Asher. May I call you Asher? (I gulped here because my interviewee didn’t look at all pleased I’d hijacked him on the way to a pack meeting) Do you have time for a few quick questions? (Not waiting for a response, I dive right in while dodging a few low tree branches) How’s married life treating you?
ASHER: Not bad considering...
BITTY: Considering what?

He stopped walking, turned to stare at me and rubbed his back against a tree. I felt as if I was being measured as a snack.

ASHER: She’s now a half-vamp. She’s taking everything in stride.
BITTY (I know I blushed at his intense scowl but forged on): How did you feel when you first met your lady?
ASHER: You really aren’t going to leave me alone until I answer your questions, are you?
BITTY: Nope. All of Tir na nOg wants to know about it.
ASHER: Fine. You’ve got five minutes.
BITTY: Remind me, how did you meet your lady?
ASHER: We met through a mutual friend. (He obviously knew I’d ask who) Liv de Nostradame.
BITTY: (Seeing him peak at his watch, I knew I better get the interview going) What’s your favorite pastime with your lady?
ASHER: You're a smart fairy. You figure it out.
BITTY: Are you always the aggressor in the bedroom or does she sometimes take the lead?
ASHER: (wearing a wicked grin) Yes. She likes being told what to do. I’m more than happy to accommodate her.
BITTY: I heard there was a, um, few extra sets of hands at your mating.
ASHER: That’s not uncommon for my kind. The more the merrier. Jennifer didn’t seem to mind. (He waggled his eyebrows and his grin widened).
BITTY: So everybody was happy?
ASHER: Most definitely.
BITTY: What would your lady say is your greatest virtue?
ASHER: That I’m never late for a pack meeting.
BO: Uh .... Boxers, briefs or other? (It was the first question that popped into my head. Inquiring minds and all that).
ASHER: (His grin disappeared) Other.
BITTY: What are you planning to do after the meeting?
ASHER: Get all hot and bothered with my mate.

He looked at his watch and started to walk off.

BITTY: (I screamed to his retreating back) In what book can we read about you?
ASHER: Howl for Me available from Cobblestone Press
http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/howlforme.htm

BITTY: On Belladonna's Been Bad scale what is your story rated?
ASHER: It's so much fun to be bad!

There you go. Short but sweet. Best part is I didn’t end up trail mix.

Until next time – cheers!

Bitty Baby

To find out more about the Belladonna's Been Bad rating system, visit her website.
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It's out

It's out and I can't tell you how excited I am. Be sure to check back because the sequel to Howl for Me is coming soon from Cobblestone Press.

Note: this excerpt is for over eighteen only.

Howl for Me

Belladonna Bordeaux

Come on, it’s his birthday.

Jennifer Martin’s gaze roamed over her living room. No streamers or balloons per his request. The dozens of candles he’d brought over at the beginning of the week were artistically placed across her mantle and her side tables. In the back of her mind, she could hear her smoke alarm going off once she lit all of them. Admittedly, it added a romantic element to her rather plain décor.

Compared to most of her other relationships, theirs’ wasn’t half bad. In the two years she’d dated Asher Cope, she’d seen him at his best and worst. He was kind, caring and considerate. Everything she should want in a boyfriend. She couldn’t even bitch about their sex life except that maybe he was insatiable. But, then again, she figured most twenty-seven-year-old guys were geared for banging.

However three days a month, with almost freaky dependability, his mood turned foul. He attributed his strange behavior to bio-rhythms and normally stayed away from her apartment until he felt himself again. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was menstruating beneath a full moon.

A giggle escaped her lips. “Okay, now you are being silly.”

And, she reminded herself, he was breaking his routine with this romantic dinner. Her gaze went to the bay window taking up the back wall of her living room. Walking to the mullioned window panes, she pulled aside the lacy curtains to see the full moon peeking from between the wispy clouds floating against the inky backdrop. It was a lush moon, full and heavy—perfect for a night of sex with Asher.

They would end up in bed. They always did, unless she was having her period. Even then, she’d give him a tit ride or a blow job to take the edge off his lust. She didn’t mind. Well, not much.

“Who am I kidding?” Propping her weight on one stiletto heel, she heaved a frustrated sigh. The question her mother had asked her this morning caused her to frown. “Do I love him?”

She wished she had an answer. Not because her mother wanted her to settle down and have babies, but because after two years she thought she ought to know if she loved Asher. It wasn’t as simple as just going off gut instinct and saying three simple words.

Burn me once, shame on you. Burn me twice, shame on me.

And she had suffered enough burns to last her a lifetime. She’d suffered all the clichés of boyfriends sleeping with her best friends or sister. Since she didn’t have a sister, her cousins were quick to go after her love interests. Her last relationship had ended with a call to the police because her lover started hitting her and wouldn’t stop. Yep, unlucky in love. That’s me.

“Hey baby, what’s got you thinking so hard you didn’t even hear the door?”

“Oh.” Startled, Jennifer spun around and nearly toppled over when she lost her balance.

“Thanks,” she whispered gratefully when he steadied her with his hands on her shoulders. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you,” he said. “What’s wrong?”

She tipped her gaze to his face. “Mom called me today.”

His bright smile was filled with sympathy. “The ‘are you ever going to give me grandchildren’ conversation?”

“Pretty much,” she admitted with a shrug. “You know how she is. It’s all about her not getting any younger and wanting to be sure she sees that dad’s name is carried on. It hasn’t been easy on her since he passed away.”

“What about his daughter? Has it been easy on you?”

“It’s only been three months, and as you can see, I’m hanging in there.” Truthfully, she didn’t know how she felt about her father’s death. He’d never really been there for her. His world revolved around his job as a quazi-investment counselor who robbed widows blind and raped the stock portfolios of non-profit organizations. “I’m still coping with the truth behind his ponzi scheme and how he decided it was easier to kill himself than face the people he’d scammed out of all their savings.”

“That’s why I decided we’d celebrate my birthday by taking your mind off what’s happened.”
Aw, that’s sweet. The pain she’d wrestled with came rushing back. Part of her wasn’t okay with what had come out just prior to her father putting the muzzle of a gun in his mouth. The other part of her said she’d had no way of knowing what he was up to and she needed to move on with her life. “But it’s your birthday.”

“So I get to make all the rules. Your present to me is that I get to do anything I want to your body. I want to hear you howl for me.”

“I’m not sure I can.”

“Ye of little faith.” He ushered her to the couch and forced her to sit on the overstuffed cream-colored cushion. “I even brought something to help you over the hump.”

Her gaze snapped to the dress-box sitting on the credenza below her flat screen television. She returned her stare to his handsome face when he brushed his hands down her arms until he clasped both her wrists in one of his. “What are you doing?”

Even as she asked her question, liquid heat moistened her panties. Only Asher knew her fantasy about being fucked hard and thoroughly. In her private dreams she wanted a whole gala of perversion which began with him tying her down and ending with multiple partners.
She wanted him to break down the walls she’d constructed around her heart, eradicate the memories of news crews camped on her doorstep to get an exclusive interview with the daughter of Alvin Martin, before he made her beg for an orgasm. A climax he had absolute control over and delivered with sheer skill. “Jesus,” she whispered on a gasp when he released his already hard cock from his jeans.

“Are you game, Jennifer? Do you want me to fulfill all your fantasies?”

End Excerpt

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