EPIC Finalist

Bonnie Dee and I learned this weekend that Butterfly Unpinned is a finalist in the erotica category. Yippee!

Guest Bloggin' at Erotic Muses

I wanted to share this yesterday, but a virus/trojan thingee locked down anything Google on my PC. Anywho, visit Erotic Muses if you'd like to read about my recent art adventure.

Sexiest Song Ever.... and More Reviews for Butterfly

Oh my God, I am so in love with St. Vincent's Your Lips Are Red from Marry Me. This has got to be the sexiest, rawest, most intense song ever.

Okay, now to collect myself...

Heather at Fallen Angel Reviews gave Butterfly Unpinned 5 Angels and a Recommended Read.

What a horrifying, powerful and beautiful story.... I was gripped hard from the very beginning and I couldn’t put it down until I’d read the very last word. This was so much more than I was expecting and it was a veritable whirlwind of emotions....

The contrast between the two different worlds represented in this novel was stark and clearly defined. It almost seemed as if I had been holding my breath for the first half of the story and then was finally able to breathe as it transitioned into the second half of the book, very skillfully and cleverly done! I have to say that I took a small break to recommend this book to a few friends before I was even finished reading it and I can’t give it a higher recommendation than that!

Also in is a 10 out of 10 from Kirsten at Book Series Reviews.

The first half of the book is exciting, titillating, emotional, and thought provoking. But it is the latter half of the book that makes this book so special. It's the reverse of most BDSM books, where a submissive is learning what it means to be submissive, is accepting that part of his or herself. In this book, we see someone who has been a 24/7 micro-managed slave with no safeword and no negotiation power walk back into the real world and try to find herself....

Butterfly Unpinned easily gets a 10 of 10. I'm looking through the two author's other books to see what else they have written. And should the two authors team up again I will probably automatically buy whatever they write. I loved the ending of Butterfly Unpinned, but I would still love to see more written about these characters. Or even about other characters we met in this book.

Thanks, Heather and Kirsten!

More Reviews for Butterfly Unpinned

Bonnie and I were pleased to read these.

5 Cups from Regina at Coffee Time Romance:

This story does a great job of showing both the worst and the best of the BDSM world, and the line is very clearly drawn by the authors. They absolutely nailed life on the reservation, what it is like, as well as, how the Navaho are. I especially enjoyed reading about how Bryan's family accepted and even wanted to help Sylvia, even going so far as to include her in ceremonies which as a Native person myself, I thought was extremely appropriate and accurate given her background. I also really loved how Bryan treated Sylvia, how their relationship developed over time, and just how they loved each other. This is one you want to add to your keeper shelves, I know I am!

Smokin' - 4 Wine Glasses from Natalie at IReadRomance:

I recommend this book to anyone who would like to see inside the minds of those that live and play in the BDSM community. The psychology behind the decisions of each character is so intricate and overall the tale definitely opened my eyes. I learned many things reading this and was very pleased with the growth that the heroine and hero portrayed to create a believable contemporary relationship. A warning that the scenes are meltingly hot and an SM one even made me wince with its graphic detail. Kudos to both authors on this joint effort.

9 our 10 Stars from BookUtopiaMom at Uniquely Pleasureable:

The balance of Butterfly's fragility and Bryan’s savior complex is a careful one, as is the dark sensuality prevalent in the first half with the deeper, heart-stopping eroticism of the second.... When the end of the year rolls around, I wouldn't be surprised to see [Bryan] on my list of favorite heroes of the year. He is the real heart of this book for me, and pushes this darkly sensual, unrestrained romance into a keeper status regardless of my other misgivings.

And from Mrs. Giggles:

Do I believe that they are in love? I believe I do, yes. This story is very readable.... This one isn't just about the erotic jollies, it's also about the characters finding themselves in the process.

The reviews for BU have been very thoughtful and balanced, more so than most I've ever received for other titles of mine. Is that because it's longer? Not sure, but I was worried over how Butterfly's treatment by Gary would be received, but people seem to understand how this works in the story.

Amber Quill Press

If you'd like to learn more about this great epub, head over to Reviews by Jessewave for an in-depth interview with Trace Edward Zaber.

Trace is one of the owners, the Editorial Director and the Creative Director for AQP. I love all the publishers I'm associated with, but AQP holds a special place in my heart for how fast (and thoroughly) they respond to questions, how whole-heartedly they embraced the MM subgenre, and how well the websites (Amber Allure, Amber Heat, and Amber Quill) are put together. The three sites link to each other seamlessly, offer user-friendly navigation, and have probably the most info per book (and author) of any site out there. At AQP sites, you'll easily find the author bios, author pictures, all books by the author, info on series, excerpts, reviews, and purchase info. I wish all sites were this comprehensive.

While you're there at Reviews by Jessewave, check out the left side of her blog. Eye candy galore... Heading back over for a second look ;)

A New Review for BU

Another wonderful review for Butterfly Unpinned.

Chrissy Dionne at Romance Junkies gave it 5 Red Ribbons and says:

Laura Bacchi and Bonnie Dee tell an emotion driven story with BUTTERFLY UNPINNED... BUTTERFLY UNPINNED is an intense story that does have many scenes that are graphic in nature and disturbing. However, because of those very scenes Butterfly’s strength and Bryan’s fortitude shine and prove that love can conquer all – even when the whole situation appears hopeless. I have to confess, I’m morbidly curious about the other women left in the mansion. Their plight is just as worrisome as Butterfly’s so I’ve got my fingers crossed that they’ll break free as well.

Thanks, Chrissy, for the kind words about our story. You can read the entire review here.

Claimed Excerpt

Here's a long excerpt from Claimed for a sleepy Sunday morning. Enjoy!

It was a spool of what appeared to be thick white thread.

He must've seen the question in my eyes. "For binding books...and other things."

My fingers gripped the desktop tighter. "Like my legs and arms?"

"I guess we'll see, won't we?"

Patience, Bailey. Patience. I watched as he spun a huge length of it into the valley between my breasts. Satisfied with how much he'd unwound, he bit it off with his teeth and wrapped the thread around my nipples until they were trapped in tight knots. Then he threaded it under me and brought it up again to crisscross along my upper chest and shoulders before continuing on to my upper arms, under and over me again and again. After tying my wrists together, he leaned down to secure the strings to something--the legs of the desk?--before bending over me upside down for a kiss.

I felt like a fly trapped in a spider's web. String tickled my nose. He tugged the bit of thread near my left nipple. The knot tightened around me. I squirmed in my netting and watched as he took the poor bud into his mouth. It was as if all my nerve endings had converged in that one nipple. Moisture slipped from between my pussy lips--whatever he'd left on his desk would soon be ruined with my dampness.

Next came my knees. He knotted the string to one, then fastened it to my wrists and slowly did the same with my other knee, his fingers teasing my thighs, stomach, and arms on the way up. When he was done, the string held my legs up, open and apart.

"Relax, Sibeta."

He massaged my thighs to make his point. The muscles there were tight--I was afraid to relax, afraid the string would hurt if I put pressure on it. He pushed on the length of thread between my knees, testing it. Testing me. I took a deep breath and let my legs do whatever they wanted. They fell to the sides, and the string did hurt. But just a little.

"Not too tight?" he asked.

I shook my head. His hand then cradled my pussy, fingers gliding over it. Through it. Deep inside. The fingertips of his other hand ran along the flesh constricted by the thread, dazzling my nerves with the barest of touches on the undersides of my breasts, the curves of my upper arms, my knotted nipples... It was as if every part of my body, every miniscule cell, sang for his touch. He knew it, too, because when he leaned to one side to suckle one engorged nipple, he grinned up at me and pointedly rested a hand on my panting chest.

"You like this."

"Yes. I like."

Teeth and tongue assaulted my breasts while my ass writhed to get his attention. He halted my movements below the waist with a firm cupping of my mound. A quick finger swirled in my slit, then--after a hasty exit--the same finger probed my ass.

Where I expected pain I got only pleasure. His mouth sucked harder. His finger went deeper. And his thumb--his talented thumb--fondled my clit with little sweeps from top to bottom. It stopped just once...to dip into the liquid heat dripping from my core...then returned to paint me with my own juices until the slipping and sliding undid me. My heart went wild, beating like crazy, only to stop when the pad of his thumb nudged the sensitive tab he understood so well. Sometimes he'd miss the perfect spot, but a miss only made the next hit that much more amazing, and finally I broke.

I heard the soft, wet sounds of my orgasm, the greedy mouth of my cunt clutching at air to entice his other hand into it. Into me. But I couldn't believe it was me, couldn't believe that I deserved such pleasure. Unstoppable sounds burst from my throat until he covered my lips with his palm, and bliss radiated from my pussy and ass. Filled me. Thrummed out to each fingertip and toe.

It would've been perfect--absolutely perfect--had he finished me off with a thrust of eager cock, and by the end of the climax, I was weeping for it.

He kissed my eyelids. "I would if I could. I swear it."

"Please? Kennar, I'm begging you."

Butterfly Notes

Butterfly Unpinned made the top ten at MBaM! Bonnie and I also received a wonderful review from Victoria at TwoLips - 5 Lips, Recommended Read, and Reviewer's Choice for June. Here's what she had to say:

Bonnie Dee and Laura Bacchi create a BDSM love story which will haunt you long after you’ve read its last poignant word.... Butterfly Unpinned is a deeply dark tale which touched the recesses of my heart. There are not enough superlatives to talk about this beautiful story or the wonderful writing team of Ms. Dee and Ms. Bacchi. Bravo, ladies. It is my sincere hope you will collaborate again in the BDSM genre.

Thank you so much, Victoria!

Well Butter My Fly

Ah, release day! Butterfly Unpinned is, well, unpinned. Here's my favorite scene from the book, co-written with the wonderful Bonnie Dee. It's a scene leading up to a party, but I don't think you can buy invitations at Hallmark quite like this...


The house was always silent, but today’s quiet made the hair on his arms stand on end. His breath was short. Ragged. Just like it had been at the end of last night’s run, his cock still hard in his sweats, his balls trying to crawl up into his body. Guilt entered the picture, too. What if she didn’t really want this? What if she gave herself to him or sucked his cock and that was it—the fantasy ruined? He felt like a fucking predator as he walked through the hallways, looking around corners and pushing open doors that weren’t completely closed.

You’re acting like a goddamn stalker—just forget it. You’re not getting paid to screw. He gave up the chase and headed for the study.

He should’ve looked here first. The key in his slick hand hit the floor. He closed the door. Locked it. Christ, the way the morning sunlight streamed into the study… She was so beautiful and lay so still, her limbs splayed on the massive desk and held in place with large red ribbons.

He just stood there watching the rise and fall of her chest. She didn’t seem afraid. The bottoms of those tiny feet were nearest to him. He crossed the room slowly, looking for a reaction. Every step closer increased the tempo of her breathing, and when he reached her and touched the lightly-soiled sole of each foot, she panted as if on the edge of orgasm.

His fingers wrapped around each slim ankle. The bows weren’t anchored to anything that he could see, but she stayed in position when he gave her calves a gentle squeeze. Pale blue blood vessels spidered just beneath her creamy skin—it was that translucent. He walked to her side and let his hands trace a path to where the invitation Gary spoke of rested between her thighs. The envelope had been tied with red ribbon to the ring peeking from the fleshy hood of her clitoris.

He bent down for a better look. And to breathe in her scent. When he exhaled, a spray of goose bumps dotted the tops of her thighs, to which he held tight in order to maintain control. Another deep breath and he was ready. He released her skin. Ten almond-shaped marks in a mottled pink were left behind on her white thighs.

“Sorry,” he said, rubbing them as if that would make them disappear. The texture of her body, like warm satin, made his cock throb. He wanted her off this hard table and somewhere soft.

He looked at her face. She didn’t meet his gaze, but her eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling.

No, hon. None of this coy shit. If he fucked her, he wanted to see her reaction. He wanted her to want this, too.

“Sit up.”

“I can’t, sir. The bows…”

So they were tied down. He walked over to where her head met the edge of the desk and felt under the curved lip of the desk’s top—a small ring held the bindings in place. He pulled one end of a ribbon holding her wrist, then untied the other. In the stillness of the room, the satin rushing through the knots sounded like a roar. Her nipples thickened, and their centers grew from dusky pink to a bright red. He heard her swallow.

He pressed his lips to her ear.

“How wet will you be when I pluck that pretty invitation from between your legs?” he whispered.

When she shuddered, he suppressed one of his own. He liked this—the set-up, her submissiveness, his struggle to stay in control and do everything slow and right. He liked it a lot.

He willed himself to stand upright and go back to her feet. She must have expected him to undo those ties, too; her toes gave the slightest wave. He ran a finger over the ones on the right. A rush of air left her chest. Better yet, she sat up.

Bryan put a knee on the desk between her feet and climbed up. His hands found purchase on either side of her hips and, although he stared at her eyes, she kept hers lowered. He dipped down to try to catch them, to lock with them and study the unusual green irises. Her eyes dodged his, and they made a game of it, him moving closer and crouching lower to make the connection.

She actually grinned.

He pressed his elbows to the desk, letting the weight of his body force her back down. He moved lower to place a fleeting kiss to the space above her belly; she still wore scarves there, just a twisted bundle of them hiding her abdomen. He skipped over the mass of silk, then kissed lower still, wetting his lips each time to make her wait until his feet were firmly planted back on the floor. When he reached her cleanshaven mound, he added a lick. She shivered. His nose trailed over the bare slope of her cunt and nestled against her clit. The muscles of her pussy clenched so hard, the sensitive ridge bumped him back. He inhaled. Heaven…

“So this is for me?” He looked up.

She nodded.

“I’m not talking about the invitation.”

She nodded again. Slower this time.

He gripped the edges of the desk to hold back. To keep from unzipping. He focused on the envelope. It hid her slit well, and he kissed the thick paper, forcing it close against her concealed lips. Then, with a flick of a finger, he unveiled her secrets—the full, ruffled lips, a deeper pink than her nipples. He parted them. A trickle of juice escaped, and he gathered it on his fingertip.

He looked up again. She had propped herself on her elbows, and her eyes didn’t shift away this time, not until he tasted her. Then all he got was the soft open o of her mouth and fluttering eyelids. He climbed back on the desk to capture her lips with his. She jumped, leaving him with only her bottom lip. He sucked it into his mouth—held it there—then pushed her back to the desktop to take the upper lip, too. She resisted and he let go.

“I want to taste all of you,” he said softly.

He tilted his head to place a kiss right by her lips. She turned to him, her eyes searching his.

“What?” he asked.

“You’re supposed to fuck me, sir, not…”

“Not what?”

“Not…not love me like this.”

His erection, coated in pre-come and dying for any kind of release, burned into his skin. Seared him like a fucking brand. His fingers itched to yank open his fly and find those goddamn condoms. He wouldn’t last three strokes.

But he kept his head. “What do you want, Butterfly?”

“I’ll do whatever you wish—”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I take pleasure in pleasing you.”

He crawled back down her body until his feet hit the floor and his lips hovered over her sex. It was wetter now, but he didn’t touch it. He took a thin sliver of ribbon between his teeth and made sure she watched. Her pupils were huge, her cheeks flushed. He pulled. The bow holding the invitation came loose and dropped between her thighs. He picked up the small envelope, careful not to touch her, then tucked it into his back pocket.

After untying the bows at her ankles, he offered his hand. She took it and let him slide her to the edge. But he didn’t let her get down. Instead he walked into her still-open thighs and forced them further apart. She leaned back on her hands. The bend of her legs cleared the far edges of the desk, and her eyes met his—this time in challenge.

He fingered the hoop at her clit and gave it a playful tug. “You going to be at this little party?” he asked.

She nodded.

He could barely wait.

He stepped back to let her go. She closed her eyes. In disappointment, he hoped. After what he’d just put himself through, she’d better be feeling something. When she slid off the desk, the smear of moisture she left behind was a small victory. But when she turned around on shaky legs at the door while he got his tools…that moment, the look on her face and the obvious lust there—hell, the fact that she even turned around—this was a triumph.

Beautiful Butterfly

Butterfly Unpinned, that is. Scott's cover art for the novel Bonnie Dee invited me to write with her is absolutely gorgeous.



Slavery was her refuge…now it's time to fly free.

Navajo woodworker Bryan Lapahie can’t believe his luck. He’s been hired to create sculptures for a wealthy photographer’s wildly opulent mansion. Once inside, he finds his new boss is a man of many possessions—and an appetite for BDSM so extreme it makes Bryan's own Dominant tendencies look tame.

Of the four submissives enslaved at the mansion, it is quiet Butterfly who captures his interest. Her vulnerable beauty stirs his fantasies…and awakens his protective instincts.

Butterfly wanted only two things: to feel protected, and to satisfy her craving for hardcore kink. She found both…with the wrong guy. She'd almost forgotten how to be a normal person until a man with flowing dark hair enters the mansion. Suddenly, her safe haven is looking more and more like a prison, and all she can think about is breaking free—with Bryan.

To rescue her, Bryan is more than willing to lay everything on the line. But simply walking away isn't as easy as it seems…

Warning: Extreme masochistic tortures and degradation as well as joyful BDSM acts between loving partners.

Hopefully the warning won't scare you off. For an excerpt, click here and enjoy :)

Yes, I am a loser

No more whining about real life. I promise. I had a new release at the end of January, but things being what they were I didn't have time to promote it. Better late than never, right?

I was really excited to write Bailey/Sibeta's story. She's a lot like me, I think. Here's a teaser and a blurb, plus a link to an excerpt. I'll be running a contest in a few for a download of the first story in the series, Chosen: The Chronicles of Winter.

New planet. New name. Same old celibate life...

Bailey McKenzie, now known as Sibeta, left almost everything she knew to travel across the universe and meet the man who’d invaded her head in the most delicious of ways. But a hasty marriage to the guy she thought was her telepathic lover leaves her with more questions than answers—and her unwanted virginity still intact. Mix in a man who loves her husband and will do anything to keep her away, well, Sibeta might never get laid. Good thing there’s a royal librarian right down the hall who may just be the real man of her dreams...

Commanded to summon a new bride for his galaxy’s leader, Kennar Descrie could barely resist the full-figured blonde once he’d entered her mind. Now that she’s here in the flesh, resisting is no longer an option. But Kennar crossed Sibeta’s new husband once before and received a punishment no man should endure—one that makes it impossible to love Sibeta in every way. Only a visit to the demon who created Kennar’s personal hell can grant the freedom he needs to be whole again.

But deals with a devil always come with a price. When Sibeta sneaks aboard for the ride to the underworld, Kennar’s brother is there, too, and he can do what Kennar can’t. Will Kennar remain Sibeta’s one true love? And which of her Earth friends will she have to betray to free the man who has claimed her heart?

Read an excerpt>>

Genres: Science Fiction / Futuristic / BSDM / Paranormal / Psychic Phenomena / Ménage (M/F/M) / Group Sex / Contains Some Bisexual (M/M) Content / Rubenesque / Series
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Novella (31k words)