Review for HIS SLAVE: "His Slave is an unusual BDSM story. Ms. Dare breaks free from the normal world of consensual bondage that many writers portray. It is a beautiful erotic tale of love found in the most unexpected places. Ms. Dare shares a wild tale. It is a great fantasy that weaves a story of hot pleasure. I enjoyed it quite a bit and the love story is beautiful. You quickly become accustomed to the world in which Cilla finds herself. The writing is beautiful and flowing. However, this book is not for the faint of heart. Plain and simple it is brutal. Those who might find brutally against men unappealing will not enjoy this book. I found the brutal scenes were vividly written by Ms. Dare with an erotic heat. I look forward to reading more from this author." Rating: 4 Stars, Reviewed By Julie Esparza, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Review for S.P.A.R: “I found this to be an intriguing story with the traditional futuristic science fiction theme of what might happen if the human reproductive process is mechanized. I find that the amalgam of science fiction and romance is always much more believable when the sexual theme is a natural outgrowth of the plot. The author has come up with an original plotline which I will not reveal, except to say that this story has no slow spots in its seventy-two pages. The love scenes are mostly “off-stage” and referred to in memory by the characters, so the immediacy of graphic descriptions is muted; however, these man/woman love scenes are quite explicit and very torrid in nature. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this story, and recommend it to readers of futuristic or science fiction romance.” - Reviewed by: Jean 4 Angels, Fallen Angel Reviews

Review for THE GIFT: “Ms. Jans has written a story that takes a woman on a journey to find her inner self with a man who knows her inside and out. These two characters are well written. Penny's feelings are described so well, the reader will be able to identify with the self-discovery she makes. The interaction between them makes for hot reading; you can fairly feel the sizzle these two make. If you love a good BD story, then this is for you. 4 Angels - Reviewed by: Donna, Fallen Angel Reviews

Sample Chapter For DARE TO BE WILDER, HONEY by Shari Dare, Debi Wilder, Honey Jans

Cilla Kantwell prowled the flat overlooking the river. Coming to Paris to spend a year of fun had sounded like a wonderful adventure when Dalton Roberts first described it. But, to her dismay, her Aunt Lillian had been against the trip from the first moment she’d heard about it. She had said that good girls didn’t go running off to Paris with men they hardly knew.

With Aunt Lillian’s death six months ago, there was no one to stop Cilla. She’d buried Aunt Lillian in the same cemetery as her parents and for the first time in her life she was completely alone.

At Dalton’s suggestion, they disposed of all of Aunt Lillian’s property, quit their jobs and took off for the adventure of a lifetime,

How could everything have gone so utterly and totally wrong? Why had Dalton left her here and disappeared with all of her money?

The sound of a key in the lock turned her attentions from her silent questions to who could be opening her door.

Relief flooded her when Dalton came in. “Where have you been?” she demanded, when her senses finally returned.

“Securing our future,” he said, patting the duffel bag he held in his hands.

“Never, love,” Dalton said, taking her in his arms and kissing her roughly before guiding her to the bed. “As I said, I’ve been securing our future, but before I tell you about it, I want to satisfy my present.”

As roughly as he had kissed her, he tore her clothes from her body. It was something he’d done in the past and knew she enjoyed. Before she met Dalton, no man had ever given her a sideways glance. Why should they? She stood over six feet tall and, being big boned, certainly couldn’t be called any man’s dream girl.

Once her clothing was removed, Dalton’s hands seemed to be everywhere at once. While his fingers caressed her clit, he suckled at her right breast, teasing her with first gentle licks and then nipping bites. When she thought she could endure no more of this delightful torture, he abruptly stopped.

“You will. I want to taste your nectar and at the same time, I want you to suck my cock until I climax. When I do, I want you to swallow.”

“That’s right. I want to make love to your mouth, your cunt and your ass. That way we’ll be completely one.”

“Before we start I want to give you this pill. It will help you relax and heighten your pleasure.”

“It’s nothing that will get you addicted, just a little enhancer. You’ll see, it will make everything so much better.”

Cilla didn’t know if she could do everything he had described, but having him in her bed rather than gone, without her knowing where, was worth anything he wanted her to do. Obediently she took the pill. To her shock, her body reacted in a strange and wonderful way. Before long she wanted him to worship every inch of her and at the same time she wanted to give him the pleasure he requested.

It didn’t take long for him to lay flat against her belly, his legs around her head and his mouth on her clit. The feeling of him sucking this most sensitive part of her brought tears to her eyes and moistness to her nether lips.

Tentatively she took his cock into her mouth, surprised at its velvety smoothness against her tongue and cheeks. While he continued to suckle and then probe his tongue deep within the recesses of her pussy, she moved her mouth up and down the entire length of him, imitating the act of intercourse. When she thought she could stand his pleasuring no more, he climaxed. At first his sticky cum sickened her, but doing as he instructed, she swallowed it down. To her amazement, it warmed her from her throat to her belly and she begged him for more.

“Give me a minute to get my strength back, darlin’. Then we’ll start again.”

“I know what you want. This time I want to worship your ass. It just takes me a few minutes to get hard again. Now turn over on your belly. I want to see what it is I’m going to take.”

Cilla giggled, anticipating the pleasure his game of sixty-nine had given her. To her surprise, he forced her knees up under her and spread them wide. He then took her hands and secured them to the headboard of the bed with two pairs of her pantyhose.

“That’s half the fun. So is this.” He forced her mouth open and shoved in a sock. “I don’t want you screaming in your pleasure and making the neighbors think I’m beating you.”

Not knowing what he would do next, she tried to relax. As soon as she did, he shoved his finger up her ass.

She could hear him rummaging around in a drawer and then felt the cool slickness of his finger covered with KY Jelly. He moved his finger in and out, each time adding more of the lubricant until she felt like her ass had to be filled with the stuff.

The head of his cock teased her asshole until she wondered how she could stand it if he actually penetrated her.

She felt the needle prick the skin of her butt cheek just before the heat of whatever it was he injected made her burn inside. “I know you want to know what I just gave you. It’s only a more potent version of what you took earlier. It will help you relax.”

Every sense in her body screamed that this was unnatural, that she should beg him to stop, but with his sock in her mouth that was impossible. Instead, she felt the hard tip of his cock begging for entrance into her ass. Slowly he pulled her body into an unnatural position as he thrust his entire length into her backside. Once he was in, he gave her a minute to adjust to him before he began pumping against her. As he did, his fingers again reached for her hardened clit. The two movements together brought pleasure and pain, and made her ache for more.

With him in such a tight place, she felt every shudder of his cock. Whenever he came close to climax, he slowed his movements until she thought she could stand it no more. Finally, he allowed the thing she had been waiting for, the explosion of his cum into her body. Never before had she felt him climax so acutely. It was as though she could feel every ounce of sperm that he released into her.

When he finally withdrew and released her she could still feel him moving within her. “Can we do it again?” she asked when he removed the sock from her mouth.

“Slow down, baby. This time we’ll do it the regular way, only with a couple of new twists I picked up.”

She nodded, knowing that was the response he wanted. She hadn’t really liked the feeling of helplessness, but it had enhanced his pleasure, as well as hers.

“Good, because we’re going to do it again. This time we’re going to use these.”

To her surprise, he produced four pairs of handcuffs. After chaining both her hands to the bedposts, he did the same with her ankles, spreading her legs wide to get a perfect view of her cunt.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked, holding up a strange metal object that looked a lot like her Aunt Lillian’s snap clothespins.

“It’s a clit clip. It’s guaranteed to give you unmeasured pleasure, once you get used to it.”

Before he put the strange thing in place, he again shoved the sock into her mouth. She wondered if he would give her more of the drug. Trussed up like this she certainly couldn’t protest if he did.

“I can’t give you anymore of the enhancer,” he said, as though he could read her mind. “I’m certain this will work just as well.”

He produced a jar of ointment from the bag he had brought in with him that contained the drugs as well as the handcuffs. After taking a long time to unscrew the cover, he dipped his fingers into the contents and began to rub not only her clit, but also her cunt, with it. Immediately the entire area became sensitive and she longed to be able to beg him to do whatever he wanted with her.

The clip that he fastened to her throbbing womanhood hurt at first, but once he entered her with his cock, she forgot all about the pain and concentrated on the pleasure.

By the time they both climaxed, Cilla was completely spent. As the seeds of sleep overtook her body, she felt Dalton roll from on top of her. Although she was still shackled to the bed, it was easy to fall into a deep sleep, with Dalton beside her, his hand resting on her still throbbing womanhood.

When did I become like this? The errant thought flashed through her mind just before sleep claimed her.

Cilla knew the answer. It had been when she first met Dalton. He had been exciting and had awakened her sexual feelings. Her life with Aunt Lillian had been one of sheltered acceptance. How many times had her aunt told her that the girls at school who had sex with their boyfriends were just plain “bad” and that even when Cilla found someone to marry, she would find sex to be nothing more than a distasteful job. Part of the marriage pact that the man expected and the woman hated.

Boy, was Aunt Lillian wrong! It’s no wonder she never married. I’m glad that Dalton showed me just how wonderful sex can be.

Jules Clark ran into the room her husband had been rifling through for the past hour. It was one of the many “forbidden” areas totally off limits to the sperm technicians of S.P.A.R. That was until Miles found a key taped under one of the old cabinets marked “PG 101” and feverishly set about trying every door in the collection room to see which lock it fit.

“You...you...oh Jules, you won’t believe.” His laughter filled her with alarm as he held up a tattered black book. “Look at what I’ve found. It’s all here, every bit of information on sexual relations we were led to believe impossible between a man and woman.”

Miles quickly tossed the tattered book back inside the dust covered cardboard box and it fell open to reveal a shocking photo. Jules looked at the color photo of a naked woman laying on her back, legs wrapped around an equally naked man with his penis jammed right up into her vagina. The close-up not only dazed her, it sent her own private region into twitching fits.

She slanted a sidelong glance at Miles, knowing her life mate well enough to realize he shook with anticipation not only from his find, but also from the graphic pictures on the book pages. The sparkle in his eye revealed an excitement she hadn’t seen in a long time, and it worried her.

“Miles, you’ve got to destroy this. They’ll send us to Outer Siberia if they know we found this, this stuff.” Jules paced around the small room. They needed to act quickly or suffer the consequences. As exciting as the find was, the box of contraband spelled one thing...trouble.

“I’ve got the perfect place to hide them, Jules. Only you and I will know about the books and video tapes...”

Jules knelt, opened the box and shuffled through its con-tents. “No! Miles, we can’t risk taking this information home with us. You can’t be serious.” There were books called Ro-mantic Fantasies & Other Sexy Ways of Expressing Your Love, The Slave and The Loving Dominant, but the one that interested her the most was the little red one by the name of 203 Ways to Drive a Man Wild in Bed. The aspect of driving her man crazy sounded interesting, even to her virgin body, which acted any-thing but virginal at the moment. A twitching between her legs pulsed, feeling like moisture had seeped out from her regions. She couldn’t put a name to the feeling, except it felt delicious.

Jules looked up to see the feverish look of a wild animal waiting for mating season to start in her husband’s eyes. The fiery glint sent harder and quicker pricks to her private area that she’d been trained to believe was used only for expulsion. How could such a meaningless object as a book cause a reaction in her Miles could detect?

They may have been the last to be conceived without the assistance of droids, but they’d been the first to be raised under new methods. And those methods didn’t include having the feelings her body sent her right now.

Miles picked up a book with a photograph of a woman and a baby on it by a physician named Dr. Peabody. She looked over Miles’ shoulder as he flipped through the pages, then stopped at the centerfold. Again, a woman lay flat on her back, a sheet draped over her legs, and a rather large object looked to be protruding from her waste area. The caption read “Woman giving birth to healthy baby boy”.

Jules sat back on her butt, took a deep breath, and felt a tear slip down her cheek. “That’s not a uterdroid, is it Miles?”

“Not according to that caption. This means it is possible to have a child grow in a human body, Jules. We’ve been talking about a child, and...”

“But worth every second of that danger. It would truly be a part of us, not a premanufactured makeup of what we think our child would be like. I think Rand and Deb would help us. Rand said they’ve been talking about a baby now that they’ve reached the acceptance qualifications. There might be a way we could...”

“We don’t even know where to begin such a process. We don’t know anything but collection tubes and injecting the specimens into the uterdroids.”

It was ten o’clock in the morning when Penelope Hart saw the package. She and Joan were heading for their favorite table in the library’s break-room.

“Hey, girl, looks like somebody’s got a birthday,” Joan said. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Penny joined her at the table, looking at the gift, wrapped in expensive silver paper. “It can’t be for me. It’s not my birthday.”

Joan picked the box up and shook it. Something inside rattled. “It’s got your name on it, Penny.”

Penny grabbed the box from her, smiling. “Then hand it over, please. I wonder who would leave this here?” The box was flat and square. Her name was printed on the tag, in a crisp hand. Was it a book? As a librarian, people were always giving her books. She tore it open, to see something red nestled inside. A ping-pong paddle! How odd, she didn’t play ping-pong. Lifting it out she saw that it was bigger than that and covered in red leather, a little padded. She turned it over in her hand, showing it to Joan, who giggled. “What on earth is this?”

Joan pulled a sheet of paper out of the box. “There’s a verse, Penny. ‘How should librarians be spanked—hard and often! Will you cry when I paddle you? Weeping tears of sweet submission before I make you come? Soon. X.’”

Penny gasped, her cheeks flaming along with her bottom. She buttoned the top button on her prim white blouse, tucking an errant wisp of her strawberry blond hair behind her ear. How could anyone mistake her for a loose woman?

Joan grinned. “Why didn’t you tell me you were getting some nookie, girlfriend?”

“Yeah. That’s right, your last date was Paul, the thirty-second man,” Joan said, sympathetically. “This means, you’ve got a secret admirer Penny.”

“A secret sadist, you mean.” She flipped the paddle over, “The stamp on the handle, says Missy’s House of B & D.”

“That’s short for bondage and discipline, Penny. Mr. X wants to tie you up and spank you.”

Penny’s cheeks flamed redder, her bottom tightened, at the word spank. She ran her hand, over the smooth leather. “As if I would let him.”

“Every year on my birthday, for sure,” she said, taking a deep breath. “The first year it happened, we got in a fight. I was being a bitch.”

“Anyway, Doug got really pissed, pulled me over his knee, and paddled my ass—hard. I screamed, I cried, I bit him, but he wouldn’t stop, and the strangest thing happened. I started to get really turned on, you know, wet down there. Well, after he spanked me, he gave me the screwing of my life. I could hardly walk, to say nothing of sit down, the next day.”

Penny blushed, she could just picture Doug, a burly auto mechanic, paddling Joan’s round bottom. Now some man wanted to do the same thing to her, a little frisson of fear and excitement zinged through her. Shooting an embarrassed glance at grouchy Mrs. Bates, the returns clerk who was passing through the break-room, she hoped they hadn’t been overheard.

Penny and Joan both burst out laughing, earning a scowl from portly Mr. Powel, the day manager, who manned the check out desk out front. “Shh.”

“Oh, crap, keep it down,” Joan muttered, adding nervously, “Here comes Vlad.”

Tensing, Penny looked up. Victor Deveroux was indeed coming their way, here early for the board meeting, she decided. She took in his raven black hair, piercing blue eyes, and dark suit, her heart skipping a beat. He was handsome, rich, austere, and way out of her league. Joan, of course, had dubbed him Vlad—the vampire. Penny saw his gaze light on the paddle she held. One of his raven dark brows arched in surprise, and she thought she saw his sensual mouth twitch in amusement. Blushing, she slipped the paddle under the table, letting it rest on her lap.

Penny felt her pulse race. Was he going to comment, or reprimand her? But he passed on by without another word. She stood up, tossing her cool cup of coffee down the drain; she didn’t need the caffeine buzz today. “Back to work.” She walked to her desk, and slipped the paddle into the bottom drawer, then locked it.

“So, you’re not going to go to the cops with exhibit A,” Joan said, with a smile.
“And say what, some anonymous sex maniac wants to spank me?” she said, trying to act casual. “I’ll just forget about it.”