#MM #BDSM goes historical in @shilohsaddler’s interracial Role Reversal

Shiloh (3)I’d like to thank Eva for having me on her blog today! While I bring you a sexy excerpt from my recent M/M release I also bring you a brief peek into the history of male prostitution


The history of female prostitution is widely known or at least more well-known than their male counterparts. However, male prostitution existed since the fifth-century BC Athens and first-century AD Rome.


Many male prostitutes entered the profession at a young age. Some were slaves and some were even encouraged by their families.


I briefly touch upon this in my erotic historical romance Role Reversal. For more information read Male Sex Work and Society (Harrington Park Press, distributed by Columbia University Press)


After the Civil War, Robert’s father couldn’t afford to keep him and he sold him to a brothel. Robert was only 14. It is a sad story, but it does have historical merit. It doesn’t help that there weren’t many children’s rights back in the 1800s. Children were in a sense property of their parents. While Robert was born white he is passed off as a fair skinned mulatto. It would be near impossible for a white child to prove they weren’t tainted by black blood and most brothels in the South had black prostitutes.


Role Reversal CTRBlurb:


Before the War Between the States, Andrew had deep feelings for Robert, but he couldn’t express his desires to his young master. When the family fled Atlanta, he ran away to obtain his freedom. Ten years later, Andrew is not only free but the wealthy owner of several barbershops in New Orleans. Only one thing is lacking from his life: a long-term lover. When a customer tells him the whorehouse hired a new male prostitute he hopes visiting him could ease his loneliness. Only in his wildest dreams did he imagine the new whore to be Robert.


The war turned Robert’s life upside down. Without slaves to work his plantation, his father sold Robert to a brothel. Trained in the art of submission, Robert hates his life as a whore, but he doesn’t see a way out. Heartache hits him when he thinks about his past and happy memories of Andrew. The man deserted him when they were children, just like everyone he cared for had over the years.


When his former love interest reappears in his life can he get over the man’s betrayal and embrace the future?



Role Reversal CTR

The man approached, the heat of his body coming closer and closer. Robert swallowed hard. Madame Bernadette was right. He should not be afraid, especially considering this man was a good friend of hers, but the nerves continued.


Two large hands rested on the top of his shoulders, and he raised his head although he could not see his client. He sensed the man was tall, his large hands hinting at his bulk.


“Let me take in your beauty,” a baritone voice said. Two thick fingers lifted his chin a little higher.


When he pulled his hand away, Robert bowed his head. He’d learned the art of submission over the years, continually trying to perfect his performance.


The tall man circled him, taking in his nakedness from all sides. Standing behind him, the man pressed against his backside. The bulge confined in his client’s trousers poked against his ass.

“You are not to speak unless I give you permission to do so. Is that clear?”


Robert nodded.


“Good.” The man leaned over and whispered in his ear. “You are not allowed to come until I tell you it is time to come. Do you understand?”


Robert nodded again. At least the man hinted he would allow him to come. Some clients denied him that release.


The man grabbed his wrists and pulled them behind his back. “Hold your hands here. I will get a tie.”


Not being allowed to speak, Robert nodded again. A minute later he felt the cool silk circling his wrists.


“Now get down on your knees,” his client ordered.


Robert complied, his pulse battering his veins.


The man walked around and stood in front of him. Then Robert heard the sound of him opening the fastenings of his trousers. The tip of his client’s freed cock, already leaking, brushed over Robert’s lips. Robert resisted the urge to taste him until given leave to do so.


The man ran his cock across Robert’s lips several times, teasing him mercilessly. “Lick the head,” he finally said.


Robert’s lips parted and his tongue snaked out softly touching the tip. The man sighed and it encouraged him to lick further. He worked his tongue into the slit. A little salty, he tastes good. Robert slid his lips over the tip, continuing to lave the sensitive skin.


The thick stalk of flesh quivered under his ministrations. Robert swirled his tongue around the length, teasing the vein underneath and then searching for the sensitive spot beneath the crown.

Finding it, he was rewarded with a moan.


His client curled his fingers into his hair, pulling him further onto his cock.


Robert felt the man’s rod slide into his mouth. The large member filled him quickly and he knew it would be impossible to take him all.


“Suck it until I come,” the man commanded.


Robert sucked hard. He loved to suck cock, and this man’s large rod was a treat. His client continued to grasp his hair, pulling harder as he got excited. The pinpricks of pain went straight to Robert’s own swollen member. It throbbed, begging for attention, but Robert focused solely on pleasing the man paying for his services.


His client fucked his mouth and moaned, his breath coming in bursts. “I’m close,” he said, continuing to pant.


After being in the business as long as he had, Robert already knew this. His lips slid up the shaft, eager for the man to explode in his mouth.

“Swallow,” the man ordered as he shot a stream of hot seed.


The creamy come slid down Robert’s throat and he worked to swallow every drop.


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Shiloh Saddler likes to do research for her steamy romances first hand. She has invented a time machine and travels back to the 19th century on a regular basis. There are experimental settings on her time machine which could propel her into the future and even other worlds. She believes love and a good book makes anything possible.


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Have an erotic #christmas with @houstonhavens’ new #menage book III “Exposed Ecstasy” out now!


Daughter of the Dirt Dweller’s ruler; Tessla Reto attempts to escape the Underworld after the mysterious disappearance of her best friend. She knows her untimely death is also near if her father, Landen Reto discovers her part in forming the rebels to fight against him. The two men sent to help her get away are killed and she’s rescued by a handsome stranger…or is she?

Faerydae returns to Earth in search of an inner peace his soul can’t find after the death of his friend Chandra Lamar. Instead, he finds himself in an unplanned rescue of a woman that stirs everything he’s fought a lifetime to deny. Can Faerydae stay focused on his goal to expose his past and true Fae bloodline, or will destiny play her hand? 

Shomar’s uncomplicated world is tossed asunder when his best friend, Faerydae, shows up with a stray puppy and a woman who steals the heart of his soul the moment he looks at her. Only to discover Faerydae and the woman claim they can’t stand each other, yet his intuition tells him otherwise. Will Shomar be able to win the woman of his dreams or will Faerydae always have her heart?

Will Tessla find her freedom? Will Faerydae keep his, or will Shomar succeed in his plan to expose them to their hidden ecstasy?

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Excerpt:Exposed Ecstasy (Psychic Menage #3) by Houston Havens
Faerydae proceeded to tether her hands to the post of the captain’s chair with one of the silky ropes. An inflaming need consumed her the second she felt the material touch her flesh. Those were no normal ropes. They infused her body with a demanding desire for the ultimate pleasure.

“Spread her legs apart.” Faerydae commanded Shomar.

He did as ordered and grabbed her ankles, parting them wide to expose her throbbing pussy, making her feel vulnerable. The tawdry revealing of her wet and swollen genitalia uncovered a secret pleasure of hers; exhibitionism. She’d spent a life time covering up her need and the pleasure she got from exposing herself. Until now, her only outlet had been released through fantasies.

Faerydae smirked as if he knew her hidden pleasure. As he tied another one of his transcending ropes around one of her ankles, her needs heightened for more decadent behavior. She clamped her teeth down over her bottom lip, fighting the urge to demand he bind her pussy lips with one of his magic ropes. She wanted to feel the silkiness of the braid slid through her wet slit and rake over her needy asshole. She lowered her head to her chest and moaned as she warred with her need to expose her dirty desires.

“I want to see…” He used the word as if he knew about her need. “…how wet her beautiful pussy is and if she’s ready for us.” Faerydae stood there ogling her, and she felt her clitoris tug at her in arousal. Her nipple hardened as she watched him and Shomar gawk at her wet slit. Faerydae’s mesmerized stare focused on her pussy was making her heart pound with exhilaration. He was studying her feminine part; how her outer swollen lips cover every fold of her inner lips. His gaze seemed to absorb her seductive, innocent pink coloring, but when she saw his tongue move over his bottom lip with a hungry swipe, she just about came. Her legs tensed. Her pussy throbbed. Her heart filled with pleasure. She could see he desired her pussy, be it wrapped around his rock-hard cock or slipping his tongue between her fleshy slit, he wanted her.

“Oh God!” Her mind was on fire with a burning arousal, and her body was in need of their throbbing cocks.

Shomar’s gaze drifted from her pussy up her body to stop at her breasts. She jostled them for his watching pleasure. He moved up, acting as if he were checking her wrist ties, but manage a taunting brush of his arm across her hard nipples several times, as he feigned tightening the knots on her wrists. When he backed away, his let his fingers grazed over her breast then returned to tweak her nipple.

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Houston Havens retired from a successful modeling career and an adventurous jet-set lifestyle to set the world on fire with her erotic romance books. A tenacious Irish lass, she strives to entertain with seductive stories created from her decadent imagination and traces of a provocative lifestyle she may or may not admit to.

Her interest in the paranormal, fascination with quantum science, passion with myths, and the lure of her mysterious Celtic Irish-Druid bloodlines are combined with generally unknown truths, strange facts, and questionable fiction. Her novels reflect a mix of the past, present, and future, with sexy blends of futuristic science fiction, paranormal fantasy, western romance, and always love everlasting. An author of six romances, a seven book erotic romance series and numerous articles in literary magazines.

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I’m a cookie slut! Virtual cookie blog hop #recipe

Welcome to the Virtual Cookie Exchange Blog Hop!

I was tagged in this post.

They got me from the get-go with the word cookie. I mean, who can turn down a cookie, right? Obviously not me!

For the past couple weeks we’ve been noshing on Mexican cookie assortments like this one: 

Don’t judge. They’ve gotten me through a couple of rotten weeks. While my mother was in the hospital, sis and I got our first turn at caregiving for dad. Yeah, we slept in late. Yeah, we let him eat maple bars for lunch. Yes, we drank a whole bottle of moonshine. And ate a whole damn box of cookies.

But today, I’m here to talk to you about a different cookie. See, I signed up for this hop and immediately thought, “I need to make a wine cookie.” Makes perfect sense, right? So I hopped onto Pinterest and found a bunch of cool recipes http://www.pinterest.com/elefoy/eating/

The one I decided to make is this one:

Red Wine Chocolate Truffles

260g dark chocolate (70% cocoa solids), finely chopped
120ml red wine (Cabernet Sauvignon or some other fruity sweet wine)
60ml heavy cream
1 tablespoon butter – ????
cocoa powder, for rolling truffles
Place the chopped chocolate in a heat resistant bowl and set aside. In a small, heavy bottomed saucepan, combine wine and heavy cream. Bring the mixture just to a boil and remove from heat. Pour over chocolate pieces and let this sit for a few minutes, until the chocolate is melted. Using a whisk, gently stir the until combined. You should get a thick and smooth ganache. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and chill in the refrigerator until completely set, about 2 hours.
Using a melon-baller or a teaspoon, scoop out chocolate balls from the chilled ganache. Roll the balls between the palms of your hands quickly and roll the in cocoa powder and store in refrigerator. Remove the truffles from the refrigerator at least 30 minutes before serving.

Now, first of all I have 2 things to say about this recipe.

1. They never tell you what to do with that 1 Tb of butter. Seriously, where the heck does it go?

2. They don’t come out of the melon baller very well! None of my balls were the same size as a result.

Other than that, and it being my first time at making truffles, they turned out okay. Will I eat them? I dunno. Send me your address and I’ll mail them to you!


sadly, only 63% dark chocolate chips were available on the shelf.

The wine and the cream. I did put the butter in... wasn't sure what else to do with it.

The wine and the cream. I did put the butter in… wasn’t sure what else to do with it.

the ganache

My ganache

Finished balls

The finished balls.

Yeah, it would have been simpler to have the wine!

Lest you think I’m not a foodie of any sort, let me assure you that this is not my first brush with a kitchen mishap. My first book with Decadent Publishing features a woman enamored with raspberry cream puffs. (Recipe in back of book!)

For next week, check out the following bloggers on 12-23-14:

Haley Whitehall

Jennah Scott

Dominique Eastwick

#cowboy meets chef in @vsmorgan1’s sexy new release from @decadentpub!


Sam’s sole purpose is the survival of his family and their ranch.

Will he be tempted by a sweet and sassy chef?


What the Holidays Mean to Me

By V.S. Morgan


Christmas and Halloween were the most magical times of year for me growing up, and they remain to be so for different reasons now that I’m an adult.

The winter holidays first and foremost represent family. For me that’s my hubby, teenaged son, and pets. We love to watch movies, play games, and read together while snuggling with the dogs.

The holidays are also a time of peace and recharging of my creative spirit. My day job is typically very intense prior to the holiday season, so the time away is doubly important for me. My creativity usually skyrockets during the holidays as I have time to relax.

I’m very reflective during the holiday season. I look at what I’ve done the previous year and what goals I have for the next. These are often personal goals, particularly around my writing. This year was an amazing one with two stories contracted and published. I’m looking forward to having more books out next year.


Title: Sam’s Temptation

Author: V.S. Morgan

Publisher: Decadent Publishing



On a working vacation in Montana, Chef Gabi Inez’s schedule allows her to enjoy planned activities and hangout with her cousin and his new family. She’s not looking for love, but spending time with a hunky cowboy sounds perfect. Gabi works hard, but every girl needs some fun. What if flirting leads to something more?


Sam Malone is the brains behind Blackbird, a guest and working ranch. Since his parents’ death, his sole purpose has been family and the ranch’s survival. Burned by love in the past, he avoids the distraction that comes with beautiful women. But what’s a cowboy to do when a sweet and sassy chef gets under his skin, only to be told by her overprotective cousin she’s off limits?





He retreated a step, raising his hands in a nonthreatening manner. “Sorry, I want to make sure you aren’t hurt. I was going to save you from that creep, but you beat me to it.”

She tossed her head and dark curls bounced around her face. “This is New York, cowboy. We girls save ourselves.”

Her tone was sassy, but her hands trembled as she set the glass on the counter. The music changed to something soft and slow, and he gave her a reassuring smile. When you fall off your horse, you need to get back on. “You certainly did. If I promise to behave myself, will you dance with me?”

He held out his hand, fully prepared for her to tell him to go to hell.

She hesitated and finally shrugged. “Sure.”

When she placed her small hand in his, his pulse raced.

He led the way to the dance floor and loosely held her, fighting the urge to pull the beautiful woman close and bury his face in her long hair; its unique scent combined with a hint of vanilla and jasmine was intoxicating. His body flamed at each slight touch of their bodies. He’d never experienced an attraction so instantaneous, so urgent. Not even with his ex, Veronica.

“Do you have a name, cowboy?” she asked, her soft voice causing his dick to harden.

It’d been a while, but where was his control, damn it?

“Samuel Malone, brother of the groom.”

She must have really shorted out his brain for him to give his full first name, which he never used. He was Sam, plain and simple.

“Ah, I see the family resemblance. I’m Gabriela Inez, cousin to the other groom.”

This beautiful lady was related to Rafael? Why hadn’t he ever mentioned her? They continued to dance, and sparks flared when she relaxed into him. She was a little thing, even in her sexy stilettos. He hunched to rest his jaw against the top of her head. Perfect. He didn’t pause as the song transitioned to another. No way was one song enough. He eased back and gazed down, taking in her beauty and finally focusing on her full, luscious lips. Suddenly nothing was more important than kissing her….


Available at:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sams-Temptation-V-S-Morgan-ebook/dp/B00QUASQBY/

Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/sam-s-temptation

iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/sams-temptation/id950436364?mt=11&uo=4



About the Author:

V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.

She’s been writing stories since she could hold a pencil and dreams of happily ever afters – even for two hot men – because love knows no boundaries. V.S. writes MC/IR contemporary, paranormal, and suspense m/f and m/m with heart.
V.S. is a GLBT ally and a lifetime contributor of The Trevor Project.


Website: http://www.vsmorgan.com

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