Now Available~ Eldridge's Release

Eldridge Cristoff worked hard and rarely played, always leery of letting himself go after the humiliation he suffered at the hands of his college boyfriend. Best friend Isabella Catana, submissive and lover of Johnson Petri, invited him to a night at an upscale BDSM club, Club Rebellion-owned and operated by Johnson and his trio of friends. All dominants.

Dalton Peters has never collared his own sub nor had the desire until he met Eldridge. Dalton was immediately taken with the skittish man, deciding to make it his mission to release Eldridge from his sexual prison.

Slowly Eldridge realized the world he was meant to be in. A loving man and master at his side; he discovered submission was not a weakness but a true testament of his strong inner spirit.

With Dalton's careful guidance, Eldridge had no choice but to give into his desires and heart, allowing Dalton to dominate his body and soul.



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2018 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

WIP~ Kristoph's Freedom

Kristoph's Freedom~ C & L Ranch #1
A new series co-authored with Kalista Kyle~

Short Synopsis:  Diablo Rivera runs the C & L Ranch, passed down through his family for centuries; the Rivera’s settled along the coast of Virginia to breed horses for the king of Spain. Diablo loves the ranch, his horses and the men he works with. He also has certain proclivities which the C & L Ranch caters to. Diablo is a Dominant. Diablo is also a vampire, one hundred and fifty years old and desperately desires a mate and permanent sub.

Kristoph Karlisle is a recent graduate from University of Pennsylvania Veterinary School and wants to work in the south preferably on a ranch, in the warmth. As a coquí shifter, the heat of the south better suits his needs. Upon graduating, Kristoph discovers the advertisement for Vet Needed at a Virginia ranch. Specializing in shifter medicine, Kristoph jumps at the chance to leave the winters of PA and head to a shifter-run ranch.

From the moment Diablo spoke to Kristoph over the phone he sensed something about the young man. A niggling in the back of his mind had him offering a trial run on the ranch. After searching for many years, Diablo believes he’s met his mate, albeit over the phone, but soon he’d meet the man in person and know for sure.

Diablo’s concern~ not the fact that they are a shifter-run ranch. Shifters exist, govern themselves and have cooperation with the governments of the world. What concerns Diablo is his lifestyle, a Dom in the world of BDSM and a ranch that takes hog tying to a new level. He can only hope his mate is as open-minded as the residents of the C & L Ranch.

2015 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Tiara's Golden Submission~ 1Night Stand

On the cusp of turning fifty, Tiara, a submissive without a Dom or husband, desired to return to the lifestyle. Placing her destiny in the hands of Madame Eve and the 1Night Stand Service, will Tiara find all that she seeks? Or will a past love interfere with her future plans?

Excerpt~

“You still got it, girl.” Admiring her lithe and toned body in the full-length mirror, she donned the silk robe left on a hook.

She folded and stowed her costume on the chair so when she returned to the bathroom it would be readily available. Stepping into the dimly lit hallway, Tiara followed the recessed lighting located in the floor to where a DM stood ramrod straight, muscular arms crossed over his chest.

“You may enter.” He held the door open for her and followed her in. “Please remember to utilize your safewords, if necessary. Yellow to slow down and red to stop. If at any time you feel unsettled or unsafe, this button will send a signal to me, and I will enter immediately to stop all play. Do you understand?” The DM pointed to the panic button.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Enjoy.” Without a glance backwards, the imposing DM vacated the room. Stripping off her robe, she folded and left it on a chair for later.

The walls of the Doctor’s Office were a pale pink with brown accents. Her eyes were drawn to the intricate examining table with fur-lined stirrups at the base. The table appeared to be disjointed to allow for adjustable angles. She ran her fingers along the wardrobe cabinet, dark cherrywood sanded smooth to the touch. A queen-size bed, also dark wood, sat in the far corner. She stood at parade rest, eyes downcast.