Congratulations to Helena Stone on your new release!
Thank you, Lea, for allowing me to visit your blog today. I’m so excited to tell you and your readers all about the re-release of Little Rainbows. It was the first full-length story I ever wrote and was published more than five years ago. Since then, a lot has changed. My writing has (hopefully) improved and I have written and published a prequel, All or Nothing (The Blowhole Series #1). So, when I got the rights for Little Rainbows back it was time to update the story, get it re-edited, and give it a beautiful new cover. I’m so delighted to now be able to share the new and I think much improved second edition of Little Rainbows, the second title in my Blowhole Series.
Little Rainbows (The Blowhole Series #2)
Also available in paperback
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Also available in Kindle Unlimited
When an experienced Dom loses his drive, can an old flame reignite his fire?
The first time Jason and Heather meet, they are young and sure they are wrong for each other. As a result, they spend a summer admiring each other from a safe distance.
Twenty years later Heather is coming out of mourning, having lost her husband and Dom eighteen months earlier. Jason, now the owner of an exclusive sex resort on the west coast of Ireland, struggles with the loss of his desire to dominate.
Jason’s resort is about to celebrate its first anniversary and party planner Heather has been hired to create the perfect celebration. The unexpected reunion reawakens their mutual attraction while new and conflicting emotions emerge as Jason and Heather work together to organize the ultimate BDSM event.
Overcoming the issues between them isn’t the only obstacle Jason and Heather face. In the background lurks a threat both to Heather’s independence and Jason’s livelihood.
This second edition of Little Rainbows has been partially rewritten and completely re-edited.
“What do you need, sub?”
The young woman’s panting reverberated through the room. The fine sheen of sweat covering her body reflected the lights shining down from the ceiling, making her glow and sparkle. Wearing nothing except her high heels, her feet held apart with a spreader bar, and her upper body tied to the spanking bench, the beautiful blonde was a picture of vulnerability. Arousal wafted from her, strong and enticing—and it left him cold. He had no desire to touch. Hell, he didn’t even want to be here.
“Do you think you’ve earned your orgasm, my dear?”
So far the only responses he’d been able to get from her were moans and grunts. And they both knew he’d do nothing to relieve her need unless she asked him—no, begged him for it.
You can’t blame the girl for being incoherent. The clamps on her nipples were as tight as he could make them, exerting the kind of pain she craved. Her arse and upper thighs were a glorious shade of red, courtesy of his hands and the black leather flogger. He knew all it would take to make her come was the lightest of touches to her clit. But she had to vocalize her need first. He knew it, and she knew it. It was a crucial part of their scene. He had mastered the game over the years and played it very well, even if the enjoyment he used to derive from it was gone.
“Please, Sir, please.”
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “You know that isn’t enough. You have to tell me what you want. You won’t get it unless you name it. Tell me what you need.”
The young woman groaned and shook her head, the tips of her long blonde hair stroking his face. He grabbed a handful of the soft locks and pulled her head backward.
“Please, Sir, I need to come. Please make me come, Sir.”
“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”
He moved his hand between her legs and found exactly what he’d expected, a soaking wet pussy. For a moment the memories of the pleasure he used to derive from these shows guided his actions. He indulged himself and teased her, stroking through her wetness, between her folds, managing to miss her clit on every pass. He changed direction and pinched her hard little bud before stroking it with purpose.
He’d been right. Mere seconds later her body tensed and started to shake. Her groans turned to screams as her orgasm took hold of her. He prolonged her release with continued pressure on her clit. When she at last came down from her high, he freed her from the bench and helped her up. He caught her when her legs, still kept apart by the bar, gave way. With a glance to his left, he summoned one of the many dungeon assistants. The young man released the sub’s legs and picked her up, carrying her to a couch where he wrapped her in a soft blanket and enveloped her in a tight embrace.
Satisfied his aftercare instructions were being followed to the letter, Jason left the stage, pushing down hard on the thought that it should’ve been him looking after her until she settled, since it had been him who’d brought her into her current vulnerable state in the first place.
As he made his way to the exit, Jason accepted compliments and greetings but didn’t stop to talk to anyone. The show was over, and he needed to get away from the scene. He stalked through the resort he’d opened less than a year earlier with high hopes and expectations, not seeing anything or anyone. He was blind to the guests making their way to private rooms, impatient to alleviate the sexual tension he’d ignited in them with his show. He pretended he didn’t see the worried expression on his best friend’s face as he exited the BDSM area, and he ignored the vanilla guests taking advantage of the facilities in the more innocent part of his club. Waiting for the elevator would take too long and might give others an opportunity to approach him, so he took the stairs two at a time, impatient to be alone and in his own environment.
He slammed the door to his apartment. What the fuck’s wrong with me? This wasn’t, had never been, just a job. This was his life. He’d been born to play this role, to be this man. He’d finally reached the stage where his life resembled everything he’d dreamed about, and the feeling was gone. Why had it been months since he’d felt the need to bed one of his subs? Why was the portrayal of his dominance, their willing submission to his demands, not enough for him anymore? Why had these exhibitions started to feel like a chore rather than a welcome side benefit to his chosen profession? He had to find out—and soon. In just over a month’s time, the elite of the Irish BDSM community would be meeting here, in his club, for its first anniversary. His reluctance was growing so fast he feared it wouldn’t be long before he’d find himself incapable of putting up a believable façade.
He groaned while he poured himself a large whiskey. His anger made him restless and he ignored the comfortable large couch and chairs. The walls of his spacious and bright apartment seemed to be closing in on him. A need for fresh air brought him to the glass wall opening onto a building-wide balcony. The clear night sky combined with the distant sound of waves hitting the shore went some way toward settling his edginess.
He forced himself to be honest. It wasn’t just about being believable. He felt as if he’d lost himself. He’d always known he was dominant from his first, clumsy, sexual experience. Opening his club in Ireland, the country he’d grown up in and had always seen as home, had allowed him to turn his desires into an income while giving other people a safe environment to discover and explore everything sex had to offer. Sure, he could still earn a comfortable living and offer that service without ever rediscovering his inner Dom. He just didn’t know who he was without that need. His sense of self had distorted as his dominant side receded and he didn’t know what to do about finding it again or how to go about discovering who he was without it.
The star-filled sky, the moon, and the sea watched but didn’t provide answers as he struggled with his inner demons.
All or Nothing (The Blowhole Series #1)
If she’s not good enough for all of him, she’d rather have none.
Forty-one-year-old Hector Kelly has lived the BDSM lifestyle all his adult life, but the recent influx of inexperienced and starry-eyed young women has killed its luster for him. When he reluctantly accompanies his best friend to The Dark Cellar during an open night, he is not surprised when he has to rescue a clueless young woman from a predatory Dom. Against his better judgment, he spends the rest of the night showing the gorgeous Amber around the club.
Until she entered The Dark Cellar, twenty-one-year-old Amber Sommerville was convinced BDSM only existed between the covers of her favorite romance novels. As Hector introduces her to this unknown world, everything she sees awakens desires she’s never experienced before.
The attraction between Hector and Amber is as instant as it is undeniable. But with an almost twenty-year age difference between them and Hector’s conviction that Amber is too young both for him and to know whether or not she wants to submit, their developing relationship remains purely vanilla—for the most part. When Amber witnesses Hector in full Dom mode, she recognizes that he’s been holding back and sets him an ultimatum: either he fully commits all of himself to their relationship or she’ll leave. If Hector wants to hang on to the woman who has captured his heart, he’ll have to reassess his preconceived notions.
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Helena Stone can’t remember a life before words and reading. After growing up in a household where no holiday or festivity was complete without at least one new book, it’s hardly surprising she now owns more books than shelf space while her Kindle is about to explode.
The urge to write came as a surprise. The realisation that people might enjoy her words was a shock to say the least. Now that the writing bug has well and truly taken hold, Helena can no longer imagine not sharing the characters in her head and heart with the rest of the world.
Having left the hustle and bustle of Amsterdam for the peace and quiet of the Irish Country side she divides her time between reading, writing, long and often wet walks with the dog, her part-time job in a library, a grown-up daughter and her ever loving and patient husband.
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