Laura Kaye’s Blasphemy Series Tour

Decadent… Sensual… Forbidden…
12 Masters. 12 Desires.
12 Fantasies Come to Life.
Meet the Masters of Blasphemy…

Laura Kaye is returning to her
BDSM BLASPHEMY Series this summer!
Now is the perfect time to start the series
with a free series starter!

Bound to Submit
Blasphemy Book 1
By
NY Times, Wall St Journal &
USA Today Bestselling Author

Laura Kaye

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He thinks he caused her pain, but she knows he’s the only one who can heal her…

Kenna Sloane lost her career and her arm in the Marines, and now she feels like she’s losing herself. Submission is the only thing that ever freed her from pain and made her feel secure, and Kenna needs to serve again. Bad. The only problem is the Dom she wants once refused her submission and broke her heart, but, scarred on the inside and out, she’s not looking for love this time. She’s not even sure she’s capable.

Griffin Hudson is haunted by the mistakes that cost him the only woman he ever loved. Now she’s back at his BDSM club, Blasphemy, and more beautiful than ever, and she’s asking for his help with the pain he knows he caused. Even though he’s scared to hurt her again, he can’t refuse her, because he’d give anything to earn a second chance. And this time, he’ll hold on forever.

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I knew this book was going to be something extra special from the moment I finished the novella Hard to Serve. Blasphemy is the perfect name for a BDSM club raised from an abandoned church.

In this book we meet Master Griffin who is bemoaning the loss of someone who could have been his ever after. Lost because he thought he didn’t need or want a relationship. Now seeing two of his partners happily married he feels that loss even more.

Kenna has grown since she walked away from Griffin. Grown and changed as she served in the Marines and has now been medically discharged. She is looking for something to help with the phantom pain and the guilt she feels over her injury. This is a favorite scene near the beginning as Kenna is trying to relax but is having phantom pain.

On a sigh, Kenna sat up and turned on the light. Her gaze went right to her prosthesis, laying on her nightstand and plugged into the charging unit. She had to find a way to become more than what’d happened to her, more than what she’d lost. If she could just get out of her head, maybe she could get free of the pain, of the grief, of the guilt.

Get out of your head, Kenna. Stop thinking. Just feel what I’m doing to you.

Where had that voice and those words come from? Heat ran over her skin, a phantom sensation of another kind. A sensation from a distant, lust-drenched moment, and caused by a man to whom she hadn’t spoken in years.

Griffin Hudson.

Her lover. Her Dominant. But never her Master. He hadn’t wanted to claim her for keeps.
Kaye, Laura. Bound to Submit. Kindle Locations (179-185). Kindle Edition.

Kenna has hope that by returning to Blasphemy she might find the escape she needs by being tied in the intricate play of Shibari and submitting to Master Griffin.

Kenna is welcomed back warmly first by Master Quinton at the bar and directed when she asked to the demonstration.

Oh, the chemistry between these two. Immediate, necessary and hotter than hell itself. You can feel the intensity from the moment their eyes meet, and it just becomes more and more. I laughed, cried and panted throughout this emotional tale.

I believe this is the most sensual, inspirational, heartfelt book Laura has written to date. I can’t wait to see what she has in store for us as this series progresses.

5 Contented Purrs for Laura!

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Hard to Serve
Blasphemy Book 0.5

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Laura has once again painted a picture with her words. While we do get to see the guys at Hard Ink, this story centers on the aftermath of the series. Detective Kyler Vance, you will remember, helped the Ripley’s when they discovered the police were corrupted. He was injured at the Cemetery when Jeremy was beaten.Mia is the Commissioner’s daughter, only Kyler doesn’t know this. She is into some kink that could be dangerous without the right Dom. When they play, they fit very well, maybe too well.

With a relationship blooming in spite of his declarations of not wanting one, his friends more or less tell him to go for it or move on.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

Kyler had tried to stay away from her. When he’d seen her across the club, he’d walked away and stayed away. Despite the fact that her dress made him want to unwrap her, that the updo of her lovely brown hair bared that beautiful throat, that his body was making demands of him that his brain didn’t want to answer.And then she’d made it worse. First, by walking away from the Dom who was clearly interested in her. Second, by waiting at the bar—for him—Kyler had no doubt that’s what she’d been doing. And third by not only giving up on Kyler, but finding a possible replacement in Master Quinton.

And when Quinton had taken her hand—had touched what Kyler’s body screamed was his—Kyler hadn’t been able to stay away anymore. And now, here they were. Kyler in a dark mood. And Mia seemingly all the more turned on for it. It was almost like she knew what he needed her to be, or do, to ease him. And that felt like a really fucking dangerous thing.

That danger didn’t have him walking out of the room though, did it?

No, instead, he was tying her to the cot-style bed in the basement-themed room. She was kneeling with her legs spread wide, which allowed Kyler to secure her hands and ankles behind her using rope tied to the iron. She could only lean so far forward before the rope would catch her. He tied another rope around her waist, with loops around each of her upper thighs, and attached that one to the almost equally high footboard—this rope would not only keep her from leaning back, but it would keep her from being able to sag down onto her calves. The two sets of ropes largely immobilized her so that she had to take whatever he did. After he arranged everything else he needed, he turned to her.

“What are your safewords?” he asked. She gave him the right answers. “And if you’re gagged?”

Mia shook her head three times while humming, “Mmm, mmm, mmm.”

“Very good, Mia. Are there any words or names you don’t like to be called while role-playing?”

“No, Sir,” she said, her voice so aroused that he could’ve thrown her down and skipped all the build up.

But she deserved better than that. He nailed her with a long look, giving her—and himself—one last chance. But they were doing this. “Scene.” Grabbing the medical scissors and a strap, he approached her, his persona shifting to fit the dark role he had in mind. “Well, what do we have here?”
Kaye, Laura. Hard to Serve: A Hard Ink/Blasphemy Crossover Novella . Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated. Kindle Edition. Kindle Locations (1038-1052).

While I have read many books with BDSM this one was by far one of the most intense. The scenes were described in such detail that you can believe you are an observer at Blasphemy. I loved the peek we get of each of the 12 Doms that jointly own the club. I can’t wait to see who’s story comes next in this extremely hot series.

5 Contented Purrs for Laura!

How About Another?

Mastering Her Senses
Blasphemy Book 2

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Master Quinton was tending bar when the alarm flashed for the dark room. It was a room he used often as he’s into playing with the sensual deprivation. He’s met on his way there by Master Wolf and the two of them take over the scene. A young woman was on the floor having difficulty breathing, yet refusing an ambulance.

He wrapped her in a blanket and settled on a couch with her in his lap making it very clear if they didn’t control her breathing, he was calling the ambulance.
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As he’s calming her, he notices her eyes hazel with specks of gold. That doesn’t immediately set off recognition but something about a scar on her forehead cause him to look back at those eyes and he knows exactly who is in his arms.

Cassia had stood him up two years ago and never returned to Blasphemy. Now she’s here in his arms struggling to get ahold of herself.

Once her breathing settles, Quinton wants answers, the first one is why isn’t she wearing a phobia band with the others on her wrist? Her answer doesn’t make him happy and he wants the whole truth not just part of it.

This is a favorite scene.

His eyes absolutely blazed down at her. After being wrapped in the blanket—and in him—the air felt cool against all the skin her little dress bared. She nearly vibrated in anticipation. “Do you understand that BDSM is based on trust, and that without complete honesty and full disclosure, that trust cannot be had?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said. Oh, damn. She hadn’t meant to lie, exactly, she’d just been determined to beat this thing. And how could she do that if no one would help her try? Still, guilt slinked through her belly at the thought of how her behavior might’ve affected the Dom she’d gone in the dark room with. She hadn’t meant to deceive or put anyone else in a bad situation, but she also hadn’t been fair to him, had she?

“And do you understand that when there isn’t trust, people get hurt, physically, emotionally, or both?” He nearly glared, and it was kinda intimidating, but also strangely hot. This wasn’t a side of Master Quinton she’d seen before, but it was clear by the hardening of her nipples and goosebumps racing over her skin that she didn’t dislike it.

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

He crossed his arms, and the muscles of his biceps, bared by the black tank top he wore, bulged deliciously.

That man gave some seriously good arm porn. Focus, Cass. Right.

“And do you realize that in failing to request a phobia ribbon and in entering the dark room when you knew you had a fear of the darkness, you represented yourself as being willing to do something which you, in fact, are not willing to do?”

“Yet,” she said without thinking.

“What did you say?” He crouched in front of her, those eyes darker now. Dark and intense. It was the kind of look a Dom gave you when you deserved to be punished.

Cassia almost wished he would. Emotion whipped up inside her. Frustration. Despair. And fear, too, which stirred up some anger, for good measure. “Yet, Sir,” she bit out, her voice trembling from the sudden whirlwind inside her. “I understand I didn’t handle this right. I thought…I just thought about it all wrong. But I wasn’t trying to deceive, I was trying to force my brain to give up this fucking ridiculous and irrational fear because…because I hate it! I hate being such a damn coward all the time! I’m…I’m stuck, and I just want to…get unstuck…and live again!” She hadn’t meant to raise her voice, nor had she intended to cry. But she felt tears swimming in her eyes, threatening to fall.

Master Quinton caught a bit of the wetness with his big thumbs, and then he cupped her face in one hand. “Dude. You’re kind of a badass, and you don’t even know it.”

She rolled her eyes. “More like a dumbass.”

He bit back a smile, even as he arched a brow. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

“Um.”

“There’s only one right answer, little one.”

“Yes, Sir.” Cass’s shoulders fell.

He nodded. “Do it again and I will find fun and varied ways to punish you. Fun for me. Got it?”

Now she was the one biting back a smile, because that almost tempted her to do it. All of which was amazing before. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now, I have to ask. Why didn’t you come to me with all this? Or one of the other Masters?”

“Oh, uh…” She swallowed as her thoughts raced. “Well, first, because I figured you were maybe pissed at me for not showing up that night. And second, because if you’re still into the sensory deprivation scenes you used to be into, I’m the last person you’d want to play with. Now.”

His eyes narrowed. “You deciding for me what I want?”

Cassia gasped. She couldn’t stop screwing up tonight, could she? “No, Sir. It’s just that. You like to play with senses, or at least you used to, and I’m terrified of one of mine. So, I just thought—”

“That’s part of your problem. You’re thinking too much.” Rising again, he turned away. And then he paced.

She had about a million questions on the tip of her tongue, but she held them, because he’d put her on her knees to prove a point. There were rules to follow. And right now, that included her keeping her mouth shut. It was one of the things she loved about being a submissive—surrendering to another person’s will could be so damn…freeing. And she needed some freedom from her own mind just then.

Finally, Master Quinton came to sit on the couch in front of her, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands laced in front of him. “Maybe I could help you.”

“You…want to help me?” Cassia asked, hope and fear and anticipation and excitement flooding through her.

“Yeah. I mean, I have some thoughts. And I’d need to know a lot more to come up with a plan,” he said. “And, of course, it’d all be no-strings-attached—”

“No strings attached?” Cassia asked, trying out the words and deciding they made a lot of sense. After everything she’d been through, she needed to get comfortable with herself. And the last thing she needed was the complication of trying to build something with someone else when she was still trying to rebuild herself—and not even sure it was possible.

“I just mean, I wouldn’t expect anything more from you outside of our arrangement. And vice versa. Though, obviously, if you don’t want me—”

“I do. Want you. Your help, I mean. I want it. Sir.” Cass slammed her lips together to cut off the stream of nonsense she couldn’t help. She was just so stunned.

Master Quinton chuckled. “Uh huh.”

She chuckled, too. “And no strings attached…I think that makes the most sense for me. I’m not looking for a relationship right now. Not with all of this going on.”

“Okay, good,” he said. “I’m not either. So we’re on the same page. But there’s one more thing I need to know.”

“Anything,” Cassia said. Never in a million years had she thought this would happen. She’d just assumed playing with Master Quinton wasn’t even a possibility, not after everything.

“Why’d you stand me up the last time we made plans to play? And why didn’t you ever get in touch after?” Master Quinton’s expression was neutral, carefully neutral, she thought, but she could’ve sworn something flashed behind his eyes. Hurt? Anger? Cass hated that he might’ve felt either. In truth, she’d thought about letting him know what’d happened, but she’d been messed up for a long time, and by the time she was more herself, she’d been sure Master Quinton had written her off.

“I’m truly sorry about all that,” Cassia said, willing him to believe her. “I never meant to flake on you. I’d made that date with you as my own personal celebration from returning from the research trip.”

His eyes went wide. “Wait. Are you saying…”

“Yes, Sir. The day I was finally rescued from the cave was the day I was supposed to be here. With you.”
Kaye, Laura. Mastering Her Senses (Blasphemy Book 2) Kindle Locations (244-309). Laura Kaye. Kindle Edition.

From her explanation, Quinton is even more determined to help her overcome her fear of the dark. He does some very thorough research and comes up with a plan.

That plan didn’t cover falling for Cassia, or her falling for him. However, that is exactly where thing head.

I loved this book so much!

5 Contented Purrs for Laura!

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Laura Kaye

Laura Kaye is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of over 40 books in contemporary romance and romantic suspense and has sold more than one million books in the U.S. alone.Laura grew up amid family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses, cementing her life-long fascination with storytelling and the supernatural.

A former college history professor, Laura also writes bestselling historical women’s fiction as Laura Kamoie. Laura lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.

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