Wednesday, March 25, 2015


Over at GOOD READS, Rhonda says:

Rhonda's review Mar 24, 15

5 of 5 stars

Read in March, 2015

I Love a Gail Faulkner book.
This is a well written if somewhat short story. It had a really good flow to the story. The intimate scenes were of coarse smoking hot. I love this author and have read all her other works. It has been a long wait for new material Ms. Faulkner. You are definitely worth the wait.

Cover PERFECTLY EXPOSED - Coming soon!!

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Great News

Perfectly Exposed MS is back from the editor and it looks like it will publish end of April, beginning of May. Woohooo!

Perfectly Exposed is…um… Let me quote my editor, she explains it nicely.

“I loved, LOVED Jack. Those readers who loved Full Ride and the subsequent books in that series are going to be thrilled their Gail is back writing…and writing a man who will make them shiver.” Mary Moran

So Perfectly Exposed is a contemporary, action erotic romance.

Cover coming this week!


Then they were in a sort of hall off which four doors opened. His arm around her, hand still cupping her breast, they moved to one of the doors and he had it open, pulling her in the condo.

The next instant Hailey found herself facing the shut door, her hands pressed up, palms flat beside her head and a ton of hard male at her back. His lips at her ear, he directed in a low rumble that skittered down her bones, “This is where you stay while we get a few things straight, little one. You will listen and nod when asked if you understand. When I’m done, we’ll see what you have to say. Advice: Pay attention. Now nod if you understand.”

His hands glided down the undersides of her arms as he growled instructions in her ear. Hailey gulped at the sudden change in circumstances, her forehead against the door she nodded. Hard fingers grazed her armpits and came to rest at the sides of her breasts but didn’t do anything further as his deep voice continued.

“The moment that club door closed on your luscious ass, you became mine. That is the result of the choice you made to go there tonight. Nod if you understand.”

Hailey drew in a sharp breath. He remained a wall of unmoving male behind her, his hands holding her lightly, but other than that, the pose he’d put her in was a voluntary action on her part. It was the most exciting sexual experience of her life and nothing had happened. She knew the words coming at her were important. He had given her direction on how to respond but also, he was waiting for her to answer.

Nodding agreement to his statement would change everything. The huge, demanding man behind her was dangerous. Five years she had lusted after a mysterious, gentle, insanely good-looking Jack A. Stone, from afar! .

The whole afar thing meant she’d never met this guy. The one whose intensity blistered the air around her when he was displeased. The man whose hands never left her body except when driving a vehicle. The one who fondled her private flesh casually, even as he kept her covered in the very public places they had been tonight. Yes, even in the elevator, his hand had covered her breast while he played with her.

All of this flashed in the foggy miasma that was her brain, sparkles of thought that disappeared in willow-wisp fashion. So this was what it felt like to jump off a cliff. Yep, that was the only real thought she could hang on to.

Hailey nodded.

Monday, March 16, 2015

TODAY !! Clair of Earth is available NOW

So excited. Thank you for waiting so long between publishing. The next Gail Faulkner book is on track to be released shortly. Yayyyy

Purchase Clair of Earth HERE

If you enjoy the book, kindly leave a review on Amazon. You wouldn’t believe how much it means to an author's success. Thanks so much.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

CLAIR OF EARTH Excerpt # 2

Excerpt #2: CLAIR OF EARTH available MONDAY, March 16,2015 on Erotic BDSM Sci/Fi Romance

Last night 11:35 p.m., Earth

Clair’s eyes blinked open in shock. How she knew there was something to be shocked about was unclear. It wasn’t a sound that penetrated her brain. It was something a heck of a lot more basic but there was no time to analyze. He towered at the foot of her bed, gazing down at her. Noble features highlighted with deep shadows as the nightlight painted him with feeble illumination.

“Oh, my God,” Clair heard herself breathe as the shock of his presence in her bedroom thundered through the sexual haze and killed it. At least that should have happened. Really, seriously, should have been a huge downer to find the object of her secret crush standing at the foot of her bed looking down at her. She was lying on top of the covers, knees cocked wide, holding the freaking dildo in her pussy, other hand working her clit. Was there a more exposed, vulnerable position? No. So lying there staring up at him was probably wrong and um, well, wrong.

Then she panicked, as anyone would, but all she got to was the deep breath to prepare for the flight part of the fight-or-flight response before he pounced. Not leapt, not jumped, no, Trel pounced. The fluid power of his movement meant Clair suddenly found herself beneath a whole lot of heavy male. One of his hands had both of her wrists over her head. The other male hand grasped the end of her dildo still lodged in her body. His large frame suspended just above her body on knees and elbows would not allow her legs to close and they were now nose to nose.

“Oh, my God,” Clair repeated. Not that she was actually in control of her responses, verbal or physical. “What are you doing?” was the next thing out of her mouth. Not, Get off me. Or, Get it out. Or even, No. Any of which would have been the more reasonable response.

At her words, his head tipped to the side slightly as if he was listening to something else. Male fingers holding the dildo in her pussy moved and a thick thumb straightened, rasped across her clit, but he didn’t answer her verbally.

“Trel?” Clair squeaked.

“Yes,” he stated softly, his thumb firmly circling her clit.

“What are you doing?” she asked again because it seemed like an important question.

“I am taking what is mine.” His eyes never leaving hers, he slowly pulled the dildo from her body and tossed it off the bed. “This,” a thick forefinger pushed into her channel to his first knuckle, “is my wetness. Is it not?”

Clair’s gasp was not the response he required. She knew this because his hand at her wrists tightened slightly and pulled her arms straighter above her head, reminding her that she was restrained. The finger in her body pushed in deeper as he continued. “Do not attempt a lie, little one. My name was on your lips as that thing took your body. I am not pleased that my wetness was given to another.”

“I…ugh. What?” Clair tried to get a thought out, but the fingers at her already over-sensitive pussy were not allowing her time to think.

“Mine, Clair. Your words revealed this is mine and I will not tolerate another taking it.” He went on in a low growling tone.

His finger pulled out of her body, his large hand flattened to cup her intimately. Firmly holding her as her entire body began to tremble. Shock was getting a grip on her wildly inappropriate response to him. At last.

Clair squeezed her eyes closed.

“Look at me, Clair,” he commanded firmly.

His hands holding her, both intimate and restraining, totally short-circuited her brain. This amazing male, the object of what she had first told herself was just curiosity but later had to admit had always been sexual fascination, held her in his control. Overwhelming responses were crashing through her. Secret desires realized were dangerous things. They came with razor edges and no safety margins. Now he wanted to take away her one hiding place, the one behind her eyelids.

Clair found that she couldn’t refuse. Did he know she craved sexual submission? Know that coupling a command with his control of her body was the number-one erotic trigger for her? How could he? No one knew.

She looked up into the dark eyes regarding her.

“You will respond to the question,” Trel informed her. “Is this my wetness?” His hand flexed over her pussy.

“Yes,” Clair whispered.

“Was that thing you used provided by me?” he continued.

“No, but…”

“Then you gave my wetness to another,” he stated softly.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Excerpt #1: CLAIR OF EARTH

Excerpt #1: CLAIR OF EARTH available March 16,2015 on Erotic BDSM Sci/Fi Romance

“Say the words. Do you understand the word stop will halt your service?”

“Yes.” Her voice was quiet but clear. “If I say the word stop, everything stops.”

“Good. Come.” His hand moved to her elbow as he directed her to the piece of furniture behind her. Releasing her arm, he motioned at the seat. “Sit.”

He watched closely. No detail of her response could be missed, no nuance of reaction ignored. If for one moment his little mate did not enjoy her submission, Trel had to know it. This was a huge gamble on so many levels.

She stared at the preparation station with no small amount of apprehension flowering into her intoxicating scent. A little fear but no hint of terror, revulsion, or any other rejection.

She would have every damn thing he could find a way to give her and his control was one of the gifts she craved. His precious mate knew herself to be sexually submissive and Trel thanked the Goddesses for that small blessing. His hand swung back and landed on her bottom with a loud crack. He’d been careful to cup his hand so the sound was sharper than the sting. “Now,” he commanded in a low growl.

Clair gasped and stumbled forward, turning awkwardly to scramble into the devise hung with thick, leather restraints. The narrow pad was not actually a seat when the devise was in proper alignment. It was a support that would shift to force her pelvis up.

She sat and leaned over to grip the straps, her breathing hitched a notch as she attempted to insert her slender foot in the stirrup and wrap the leather around her ankle.

Trel growled and bent, gently pushing her trembling hands away, he swiftly pulled the strap around her ankle. Even that small task could not be left to another. He would be careful the binding could not hurt her. Grasping the other foot, he easily moved it to the stirrup and secured that strap. Straightening, his hand landed on her midriff, slight pressure and she tilted back to standard station one.

Clair let out a startled squeak as her body shifted and she found herself on her back, sort of. A blunt pad, positioned at the top of her ass, thrust hips up. Her feet were secured to stirrups that had swung wide as the contraption moved. She ended with her legs bent and elevated so not only bare pussy but also her back entrance was clearly visible. Her hands clutched the top of a short bench that supported her upper back and head. The huge Centurion stood between her legs and leisurely studied her most private flesh.

He was looking at her. It wasn’t cold, but there was no codling in his regard. She had known there wouldn’t be, but the reality of Trel taking her was more intense than she imagined it would be. She’d been imagining for a very long time, at every opportunity, and still, she underestimated how this felt.

Breathing in sharp gasps, Clair sank into the flames of surrender. They licked across her inhibitions, a ravenous blaze that could easily consume her very soul. Oh mercy, he was just standing there, examining her. The OBGYN table on steroids restrained and displayed her. Like the huge male regarding her, it removed all her choices, stripping away modesty in the most delicious, commanding way possible. It made her feel more than naked, more than displayed. It shouldn’t have been a shock, but it was.

Friday, February 27, 2015

March 16 Release !! CLAIR OF EARTH

CLAIR OF EARCH will be available through Amazon MARCH 16, 2015

I'm so excited. You can preorder here. <--Link to Amazon, Clair of Earth page.