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The Viking’s Conquest.

Now that my Viking sequel is safely in the hands of my editor, I’m pleased to be able to share the good news that The Viking’s Conquest is available in print! You can grab your copy of my #1 bestseller right here!

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Whilst you wait for the actual book to arrive, how about a sexy little snippet from the sequel? Brace yourself…


I land on the bed, eyelids flickering open and closed as the spasms of pleasure continue to overpower me. Anders shifts his weight on the bed over me, and as my lids fully open, I see him come into view over my face. His gaze is compelling and holds me to bed every inch as much as his body had done before.
“Roll onto your belly,” he commands me, lifting his body weight to give me enough room to spin as instructed.
Once I am in place, he lowers his hard body over my own, spreading my legs apart with his knees. I know just what he will do next, and as though it is some unspoken agreement between us, the edge of his large erection nudges at my wet, exposed sex.
“I need you,” he murmurs, his mouth whispering into my right ear.
“Take me,” I reply, twisting my head to acknowledge his words.
His lips find my own, capturing my mouth in his kiss as he plunges slowly into my empty channel. The scent of my own desire wafts over me, and the reality that his mouth has just pleasured me leaves me overwrought. Between our legs his hard length fills me right up to his testicles. The depth and intensity of the act the clearest sign of his possession of me yet. My mind whirls at the sensation, my mouth opening into a silent ‘o’ as he withdraws, and then slams back into me again.
There are no words between us now – language seemingly lacking the coherence required to elaborate such a connection. His mouth falls to my neck, nipping and kissing my nape as his groin flexes forward, penetrating me over and over, pushing me into a frenzy of desire. I want to speak, to call out, to demonstrate somehow the way his passion makes me feel, but I simply cannot find the will. His hardness pinions me there, grazing my nub into a flurry of new excitement, despite its recent satisfaction. I notice that his thrusts have become shorter, and more insistent, and I gaze back at Anders, marvelling at the look of agonised ecstasy on his handsome face.


If you’ve not met Anders and Aurelie yet, read where their dark romance began in my bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest

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My Viking Master – #SatSpanks #Spanking #Vikings


It’s time for #SaturdaySpanks once again! I am so happy to say that my new Vikings are now with my publisher, so to celebrate I’m bringing you a sensual punishment scene from the book…


Oh, My Lofðungr.” The words bleed from my lips, although I give them no forethought.

I feel him shift under me, and all at once his left hand is at my shoulders, massaging the tight muscles there, whilst the other continues to deliver my spanking. I shudder at the conflict of the two acts, musing on how they perfectly sum up my Viking husband. He is the invader, the soldier who snatched me from my home, and denigrated me for his own pleasure, before deflowering me altogether. Yet, he is also the tender gentleman, who has sworn to protect me with his life, and promised to never leave my side again. Anders is all this and more. He is my master, and the very centre of my world.

As the admission settles over me, I actually feel myself yield. The tension in my body slips away, eased considerably by the hand which eases the knots from my muscles. And now, laying over his legs, I surrender to him, splaying my thighs and raising my behind to meet his hand, which spanks me over and over again.

“I cannot lose you, Aurelie.” His voice is imploring as it echoes over me, competing with the sound of each strike as it lands against my no-doubt reddening flesh. “You are my everything, my most precious possession.”

I exhale at his words, revelling in them. There was a time – not so very long ago – when I’d have kicked and baulked at the idea of being his possession, but now I bask in it. I am his – his wife, his lover, his toy, and one day, I will be his Queen. “Make me yours again, My Lofðungr,” I murmur, the words slipping from me as a new torrent of strikes rain down over me.


If you haven’t met Anders and Aurelie before, then read where their dark love affair began, in my bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest!

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Six of the Best Treasure Chest and Blog Hop!

Blog hop and giveaway!

Good morning, and welcome to our exciting blog hop, in support of Six of the Best: British Spankings, which is available for pre-order NOW! You can grab your copy of this scorching spanking anthology for ONLY 99c (until March 31st).

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To whet your appetites, I’m posting a sizzling little snippet from my tale, The King’s Vice, in which an innocent Lady Jane meets her monarch…


“I should like to bare your delicious derriere, my dear, explore its tender form, its divine shape, feel the weight of it in my hands, and then…” He pauses, his eyes full of salacious delight as the intensity of his gaze falls upon me. “And then I shall spank you.”

The words echo through the chambers of my mind. Spank me? I swallow, the action slow and deep, and almost symbolic, as though whatever I say next is imperative. My consent at this point will unleash events which I can never return from.

“Spank me, your Majesty?”

I need the clarification from those full, demanding lips, even though I heard him very well the first time around.

The lips part, breaking into that smile again, the one which burns the pulse at my core. “Yes, my dear,” he replies.

“But, but…” I splutter, trying to bring form to the words which are swimming in my head. “But I have done nothing wrong?” I gasp. “And if I have caused offence to Your Majesty, then please – tell me how?”

My heart is hammering in my chest, threatening to explode. He wants to spank me? But why? What have I done wrong which could be the cause of such an undignified penance?

“Hush,” comes the reply, the fingers at my face caressing the skin there thoughtfully. “I shall spank your exposed and pert little behind, not as penitence. I shall do so for my own pleasure.” There is a pause as he permits the words to permeate into my mind. “I shall enjoy the look of it, and the feel of each sensation against your tender flesh. And you, dear Jane, you shall do as you promised. You shall yield to me, accept the brunt of my palm, be awash with the sensation, and we shall see…” He concludes, but the ending seems abrupt and unnatural.

“What shall we see, Your Majesty?” I force the words out in a gasp, my head still reeling from the revelation that the King wants to spank me for merriment.

He eyes me intently, that small smirk reforming at his mouth. “We shall see if I am correct about you. We shall see if you dance to the tune of my spanking – if your body enjoys the surrender.”


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You shall be dealt with, My Lady – #WIPItUp #Vikings #BDSM


It’s hump day, and on the horizon, another Viking romance looms… I’m almost finished my final changes before the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest finally goes to my publisher.  To get you in the mood, here’s a snippet from the WIP, and lo and behold, Aurelie is in trouble…


I blink up at Anders, my eyes large as he glowers at me. With one long stride he reaches me, his attention turning to the guard at my side. “You had one order,” he hisses at him. “One, simple instruction.”

The man swallows, knowing he is in deep trouble. “My Lofðungr,” he replies deferentially. “I am sorry. I…”

Anders silences him with one raised palm. “What was that instruction? Tell me please.”

The guard stutters to a halt, eyeing me momentarily. “You asked me to keep Her Highness safe, and in your room…” His voice trails away, and I flush as his admission hangs in the air around us.

Anders’ eyes flicker between the two of us before they fall back to his guard. “You have failed in this one instruction,” he tells him, solemnly. “And you will pay the price for it.”

The guard’s eyes fall south, shame evident on his face and all at once I am sorry for the trouble I have caused him.

“My Lofðungr, please,” I begin, imploring him to see reason. “Do not punish this man. This was not his fault – I was the one who stole away and came to find you.”

His eyes are on me in a heartbeat, surveying me with an intensity which I haven’t seen since we married. “I am well aware of whose responsibility this is,” he replies, his tone low and little more than a sneer. I still, my heart pounding out of control at his powerful implication. “You shall be dealt with also, My Lady, and that’s a promise…”

I gulp at that, suddenly unable to meet the weight of his gaze.


Aurelie should know by now, that Anders is a man of his word, and her backside is likely to pay the price for her naughty behaviour! Stay tuned for more news of their developing romance by joining my readers group, Fierce AF (they’ll be an exclusive ARC opportunity coming soon).

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Two Truths and a Lie (Lawbreakers Box set)

The Never Ending Blog Tour.

This Tuesday, the Never Ending Blog Tour brings us Daryl Devore’s story in the Lawbreakers boxset, Two Truths and a Lie. If you love hot, billionaire romances, then this is a must read.

 From the author of the Two Hearts One Love Trilogy, multi-published, hot romance author Daryl Devoré’s latest book revolves around deceit, betrayal, passion and the theft of a multi-million-dollar, rare, red diamond.

 As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-lace billionaire, Mark clash over Byn’s need for independence and Mark’s struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.

 All is lost until a children’s game is their only hope.

Read on for a sexy little excerpt from the story…


He was a complex man. I’d seen two different sides of his personality, with another facet having been hinted at. And now I caught a glimpse into his psyche. A rich businessman showing a concern more for love and world peace than for power. Did that explain his quiet command? He wasn’t aggressive and full of bravado, but the underlying authority was there. When he spoke, people listened.

That quiet power was what drew me to him the first night at Lord Middleton’s manor. It wrapped him in a sexiness level far above other rich men I’d met and miles beyond Lord Middleton’s sexiness level.

But what was I doing letting my thoughts wander? I had a hot, naked man next to me. I blinked and met his gaze. “Time to give you your prize.”

He grinned and placed his arms up under his head. “Prize me.”

I leaned closer and covered his swelling penis with kisses. His breath quickened. His cock twitched. Changing what I did, I traced his shaft with teasing bites and long licks from bottom to top. When he was completely wet, I slipped the tip into my mouth. Holding him there, I reached around and grazed his bare ass with the tips of my fingers. His body quivered.

Making a circle around him with my finger and thumb, I pressed my lips to my fingers and lowered my mouth as far as I could, then continued the movement with my hand. Pulling my hand back up to my lips, I slid back to his tip, and then lowering my head and hand once again. My fingers reached between his legs and stroked his testicles. “Like that?”

“Mm-hmm. That feels good.”

I glanced up, met his gaze, and smiled.

Using a light touch all the way through my coordinated stroke, I kept the pressure steady. His fingers wrapped in my hair as he pulled me closer, trying to get deeper into me.

My speed and pressure increased as the rest of my fingers encircled his engorged shaft and mimicked the efforts of my lips. His hips bucked into me. His breaths came in short sharp pants and the look on his face said he was focused on the delicious delights my mouth and hand provided him.

My left hand alternated from clawing his ass to caressing and squeezing his testicles.

With a groan of frustration, he said, “Stop.”


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Italians do it better by Holly J. Gill

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 Today, I’m thrilled to welcome Holly J. Gill to my blog!

Italians Do It Better

This is the second book in the standalone series of the Italian Playboy series.




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When you

taste something forbidden, and all that your heart wants is unattainable. How

does the heart handle the pain?


I’m charming,

sexy and being the lover of a powerful woman is like taking candy from a child.

My life is perfect—I get all the release a man could ever dream about. One,

two, three ladies who cares? I’m happy. Until she walks into my life, a woman I

had never laid eyes on. I wanted her and I wasn’t going to stop until she was

putty in my hands. She was my new addiction. Only, little did I know that this

addiction was crossing a fine line. I never expected the impact she would have

on my heart, and now I was drowning. I was trapped in a world I wanted to leave

but couldn’t.


How will I

survive when my heart wants what it can’t have?


*Note: This book contains cheating*


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“Morning darling.” I startled as Peggy

placed her hands on my shoulders, squeezing before she landed a kiss on my



“Where’s your friend?” She walked over to

the coffee machine and started fiddling with the pods.

“She left first thing.”

“I trust she enjoyed her visit?” She

grabbed the mug and took a sip. “Sorry I didn’t introduce myself, but I ended

up working most of the night.”

“She did,” I said as Peggy sat down on

the stool at the breakfast bar.

“Good, she certainly appeared to like

Luca.” She hitched her eyebrows as her overly sweet smile slipped just a tad

before she glued it back in place, “And I can understand why, what’s not to


I grinned in her direction purposefully

avoiding eye contact with her, not wanting to pass comment. I could feel my

cheeks heat as images of his gob-smacking body assaulted me. I stared into my

tea, hoping that she couldn’t see my face—I was certain that my thoughts were

stamped all over it.

“I’ve got a function in London today,

which means that I’ll unfortunately be staying in town. Luca’s not quite

himself, must be some bug or something.” She slipped off the bar stool as she

downed the last bit of her coffee. “I don’t know whether he’ll be about much,

but if he shows his face maybe you can entertain yourselves. Watch a movie or


“Are you sure he’s okay?”

“I’m sure it’s just a headache that’s

making him feel queasy. He’ll be fine. I think I’ve just worn him out and you

know what men are like…dying swans with anything.” She shrugged as she

deposited her mug in the sink, turning to leave. “Regardless, I’m sure he’d

love the company.”

I followed her out of the kitchen to the

front door. One of the staff already had the boot of her waiting car open and

was loading her suitcase and some other random looking cases into it.

My skin tingled as I heard the shuffling

behind me. Luca stood beside me looking rather pale, he looked drained and

stressed. I wanted to reach out and hold his hand. I wanted to wrap my arm

around him and tell him that I didn’t care about anything except him. My heart

dropped as he took a step away from me, his body tensed as Peggy walked back up

the steps to the front door.

“I am trusting you both to behave. I

don’t want anyone here whilst I’m gone,” she said, pointing her finger at me.

“Including that friend of yours!”

I laughed. She kissed me on the cheek and

then turned her attention to Luca. “Go and shake this headache off. I need you

fit for tomorrow,” she grabbed his groin and squeezed. He blanched, his Adam’s

apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Of course.” He murmured as she went up

on the tips of her toes and kissed the corner of his mouth. His fisted hand

coming around her but not touching her or pulling her closer.

“You’d do well to remember what I told

you yesterday.” She flicked her tongue over his lips. He took a deep breath and

opened up for her and she dove right in like some predator ready to pick on her


I tried not to watch, the sounds were

enough to make me gag. She released him after a few moments and a one-sided

whispered conversation that had him flinching, and finally made her way to the


I watched Luca as he stood watching her

car disappear down the drive. He took a deep breath, his eyes glistening.

“Fancy a dunk in the pool?”

“I can’t. I’m not—”

“What’s going on Luca?” I reached over

and wrapped my hand over his wrist.

“Nothing.” He pulled his arm from me, his

jaw clenching as he turned back into the house. “Headache.”

“Talk to me, please?” I touched his

shoulder as he started shuffling back down the hall.

“Not now!” He shook my hand off and

carried on walking away from me, not once looking my way. “Please? Okay Emma?”

I closed the door and slammed my back

into it. I wanted to run after him and make him feel good. I wanted to make him

forget everything that was bringing him down and stressing him. I’d never seen

him like that. He was always so happy and chilled. I felt like I was missing

something and after yesterday, after seeing him outside the office and hearing

the way Peggy had ordered him in like he was about to be chastised.

I headed to my room. I was determined to

show him a good time without the worry of Peggy showing up. I stripped off my

clothes and put on a skimpy black bikini. I fixed the small lace triangles so

that they just about covered my nipples, the thin straps caging the plump flesh

like a harness. It made me think of the way his body had looked wrapped in the

leather straps. My pussy clenched and ached just at the thought. My nipples

hardened. I was breathless, and I could feel the heat radiate from my

libidinous core to my tingling skin.

I wrapped the thin black lace cover up

around me tying it around my waist and made my way downstairs. As I got to the

bottom of the stairs a smile formed on my face. My heart swelled as I saw Luca

already in the pool. His long arms rotating in and out of the water as he swam

his lengths, looking hot and devilish. He stopped halfway through a length as

though he could feel me watching him. His eyes squinting in the direction of

the house. I took long, bouncy strides to the glass doors, I stopped and smiled

at him.

“Are you coming in?” He made his way to

the side of the pool. His toned and muscled torso rippling as he walked through

the water. He was a vision. A god.

I approached the water’s edge. “I thought

you had a headache.”

He dove under the surface, his limbs

gliding through the water as he swam toward me. As he reached the edge of the

pool he lifted his head out the water, his hair sweeping back as droplets made

his stubble glisten, emphasising his chiselled jaw.

“Not anymore.” His eyes met mine and a

beautiful smile lit his face.

I stood there for a moment taking stock,

etching every sinewy line and ripple into my memory. I lifted my gaze back to

his as I untied the lacy cover-up. In slow motion I opened it a little more,

revealing my body to him. He took a step back into the water, his breath

audibly hitching as his big hungry eyes devoured me. I straightened my arms

beside me allowing the soft fabric to slip down my body into a puddle at my

feet. My skin puckered with the cool breeze. He licked his lips and quirked a


“Lascia que ti scaldi, bellissima.”

I had no idea what he’d said but either

way, I guessed it was hot and sexy. I sat on the pool edge before gently

lowering myself in. The warm water wrapped around me and I sighed as his arms

followed suit. The front of his body moulded to the back of mine. I let my head

fall back into his shoulder as he tightened his arms around me. He ran one of

his hands up my body, gliding it over every wet curve. I waited for him to

grope my breasts, but his hand just kept going until he cupped my jaw. He

tilted his face to mine, his eyes roaming over my face. My heart sped up as he

breathed me in. He groaned and I’m not sure why, but this felt different. It

felt like more, like I was more to him. I felt hot tears prickle the back of my

eyes, my body shuddered as his lips ran up my jaw to my ear in one flaming

kiss. I turned in his arms facing him as his lips murmured over mine. “Cara


He moved us slowly into the centre of the pool. The water feeling warmer the deeper we went, or maybe it was just him wrapped around me. I wasn’t sure whether it was him or the water, but in that moment, I felt like the most important thing in the world. I’d never felt like that in my entire life. I’d never felt like the centre of anyone’s universe. I sighed into his mouth as my fingers curled into his hair. He tugged my long dark strands so that my face lifted right into his. I thought he’d kiss me, but he just caressed my face.

I dropped my head back into the water as one of his hands travelled down my neck to my breasts. He hooked his hand under one of my boobs and held me afloat on the surface of the water. His eyes just ran up and down my face and my exposed skin.

“Sei la cosa più bella di tutta la mia vita, la cosa più bella che mi potesse mai capitare.”

“I don’t know what you just said, but I want to hear it again.” My nipples hardened as his thumb ran up and down the side of my breast.

“Tu sei il mio tutto, Emma,” I swallowed, as his hands went to my waist bringing my body back to his. He kissed the sensitive skin just behind my ear before whispering, “Everything.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my legs wrapped around his waist as our chests rubbed. I felt his erection trapped between us. My sex clenched, begging for the merge of our bodies.

He cupped my jaw with both of his hands, his gaze eating into mine “Sei così più bella.”

He brought his face to mine, his lips skimming mine. My tongue licking his lips as I ran it over my bottom one. He gasped before desperately ravaging my mouth. His hands dropped from my jaw to my arse where his fingers dug into my skin like he was trying get right under it. He tugged me impossibly closer to him, his hold on me deliciously painful.

 Luca lifted me up on to the side. I had no idea how we’d got there, all I knew was that as my legs dangled into the water, his fingers worked by bottoms off. He ran his mouth up my thighs sucking and nipping at my flesh.

“I need to taste you.” He kissed the

smooth skin between my sex and my belly button. His eyes met mine as I caressed

the side of his face with my finger and then my thumb.

His hands brushed up the outside of my

thighs before he cupped my arse cheeks tilting my sex toward him. Then without

hesitation he lapped and sucked at my pussy. He ran a finger up and down my

moist slit. His tongue teased and tasted every morsel of me. I tangled my

fingers in his hair holding him tighter to me, my head fell back as I relished

the feel of his tongue and the vibration of his moans.

He smiled up at me before kissing my

clit. His thumbs running up my folds as his tongue licked down to my entrance

and back up to my bundle of nerves. I shuddered as he pressed a finger inside,

curling it as he massaged my front wall. My elbows giving out from under me as

my thighs clamped around his head. I moaned, and he withdrew one finger and

pushed back in with two. His third finger massaging the skin between my opening

and arsehole, as his tongue circled my clit.

I grabbed my breasts pushing them

together and kneading the sides, I was so turned on I could barely breathe. He

removed his fingers from my channel and ran his tongue all the way down to my

perineum, massaging the sensitive skin in wet, warm circles. He pulled my

thighs farther apart and nipped the skin on the inside of my thighs.

“Luca,” I cried out wanting his attention

back on my pussy.

“Yes?” He smiled up at me as he ran his

nails up the back of my thighs.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed out, “Please.”

He chuckled before blowing on my exposed

sex. He ran two fingers through my folds before pushing them into my mouth as

he lowered his face back to my pussy. I sucked on his fingers as he did my

clit. Sucking harder and harder as the pleasure built up inside me. I was so

close…teetering on the precipice.

The ache inside me grew with every

second, my core contracted, begging to be filled. He sucked my nub into his

mouth and released it with a pop before his tongue filled my pussy. He lapped

at my sex, his groans growing with mine.

He withdrew his fingers from my mouth,

his hand gently cupping my neck as his other hand worked its way up my thigh.

His lips kissed up my body to my neck where he gently bit down as his fingers

thrust deep inside me.


I cried out as my body clenched and spasmed around his fingers. I collapsed

into him as he stroked my hair, cradling me to him. He wrapped his arms around

me kissing the top of my head as I came back down.


Luca pushed out of the water, sitting on

the edge before he helped me to my feet. He grabbed a towel from the lounger

and draped it over my shoulders. I wasn’t sure why he did it. If it was to

cover my modesty, it was a little late after what he’d just done to me in the


He pulled me to him again wrapping his

arms around me, “You’re cold.”

“Am I?” Was I? If I was I couldn’t actually feel it.

He smiled down at me. “Non ti lascerò

mai.” He kissed the top of my head again, “Non lasciarmi andare mai, ti prego.”


sounds sad.” I looked up at him, his eyes shone into mine. “I may not

understand what you said, but I can feel your melancholy.”


“I can feel you’re sad.” I ran my hand down the side of his face as I looked up at

him. “What happened yesterday?”

“I don’t—” He took a deep breath, “Is it important right now?”

He picked me up in his arms as he buried his face between my tits. He sucked and

nipped at them. Nibbling the skin at the edges of my bikini top. His covered

erection jabbed at my sex as he walked us over to the summer house.

“No, not right now.” I laughed as he blew a raspberry on one of my boobs.

He kissed my jaw as he slid me down his body to my feet.

“You like that?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“It’s safe to say that I really like

everything you do to me.” My voice broke as I saw the bed.

The very bed where Peggy had him.

“Luca.” I hiccupped as my stomach

dropped, my head shaking.

“It’s clean.” He cradled my head in his

hands and kissed the tip of my nose.

I wrapped my hands around his wrists,

“I…I can’t.”

“Please.” He sighed, “I want to see you everywhere I look when…when—”


I leave.




Holly is from Grimsby, Lincolnshire in the UK. Holly writes adult erotic, contemporary romance and at the moment has a thing for Italians, the naughtier the better. She loves spending time being chaperoned by her hubby for drives in the British countryside. She adore spending time with her family three grown up children and twin grandchildren. She enjoy listening to music, visiting friends and reading, any genre, but bad boys do her thing at the moment.

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“Spank me, Your Majesty?” #SatSpanks #NewRelease #SpankingRomance


Good morning, and welcome to another #SatSpanks post! This week, I’m thrilled to be able to bring you a deliciously steamy snippet from my brand new story, The King’s Vice. This is just one of six scorching tales available to pre-order now, in Six of the Best!

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“I should like to bare your delicious derriere, my dear, explore its tender form, its divine shape, feel the weight of it in my hands, and then…” He pauses, his eyes full of salacious delight as the intensity of his gaze falls upon me. “And then I shall spank you.”

The words echo through the chambers of my mind. Spank me? I swallow, the action slow and deep, and almost symbolic, as though whatever I say next is imperative. My consent at this point will unleash events which I can never return from.

“Spank me, your Majesty?”

I need the clarification from those full, demanding lips, even though I heard him very well the first time around.

The lips part, breaking into that smile again, the one which burns the pulse at my core. “Yes, my dear,” he replies.

“But, but…” I splutter, trying to bring form to the words which are swimming in my head. “But I have done nothing wrong?” I gasp. “And if I have caused offence to Your Majesty, then please – tell me how?”

My heart is hammering in my chest, threatening to explode. He wants to spank me? But why? What have I done wrong which could be the cause of such an undignified penance?

“Hush,” comes the reply, the fingers at my face caressing the skin there thoughtfully. “I shall spank your exposed and pert little behind, not as penitence. I shall do so for my own pleasure.” There is a pause as he permits the words to permeate into my mind. “I shall enjoy the look of it, and the feel of each sensation against your tender flesh. And you, dear Jane, you shall do as you promised. You shall yield to me, accept the brunt of my palm, be awash with the sensation, and we shall see…” He concludes, but the ending seems abrupt and unnatural.

“What shall we see, Your Majesty?” I force the words out in a gasp, my head still reeling from the revelation that the King wants to spank me for merriment.

He eyes me intently, that small smirk reforming at his mouth. “We shall see if I am correct about you. We shall see if you dance to the tune of my spanking – if your body enjoys the surrender.”


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A steamy snippet from The King’s Vice!

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The King’s Vice by Felicity Brandon.


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One stride and he is right against me, his breath hot over my face, laced with the expensive wine we consumed earlier in the evening. “Yes, Lady Jane,” he answers. “This is where you shall be bared and spanked.”

Bared? I know my eyes widen at the word. “I am to be bared, Your Majesty?” I say, forcing the words from my mouth in a rush of anxious excitement. “All of me?”

He breaks into a low laugh. “There is a choice,” he replies, pushing my shoulders gently downwards, so that my bottom falls to the soft bedding below me. Now he towers over me, and as I raise my head to see him, my eyes meet his groin. I still at the sudden proximity to the place I know conceals His Majesty’s passion, my gaze lingering longer than it has right to, before rising slowly to meet his delicious brown eyes. His grin widens, acknowledging the brazen nature of my thoughts, and unbelievably I blush again, grateful for the shadows which may just hide my shame.

“A choice, Your Majesty?” I manage, my chest rising and falling faster with each passing moment.

He lowers himself in front of me, so that our eyes are at the same level. “A choice,” he agrees, pressing himself forward over my body. I gasp as he shifts his weight, his dexterity taking me by surprise. The sudden appearance of his face forces me backwards, and I find myself pinioned beneath his body, my legs splayed awkwardly under the skirts of my gown.

“There is always a choice, Lady Jane,” he murmurs, the strands of his dark curls hanging about my face.

I bite my lip, confusion and arousal at my change of circumstances, combined with my restricting bodice making it hard to breath. “What is the choice, Your Majesty?” I gasp.

The smile on his face is sin itself, and in this moment, I know that I have walked straight into his trap, although whether I have done so willingly or not is not even clear to me. “You can either be upturned over my knee, your skirts hoisted high over your back so that your delicious bottom is exposed to my palm, or…” He pauses, angling the weight of his stare over my face.

My mind, filled with the image he has just painted of me, reels at the silence. Is he expecting me to reply? What is the etiquette for such moments?

His expression shifts into a low chuckle as he appraises whatever constitutes my expression at this moment, and fortunately he once again takes pity on me, his humble servant. “Or, you can be stripped entirely.”

This time I cannot conceal the audible gasp which escapes from my lips. “Entirely, Your Majesty?” I repeat, as though surely his words cannot be real. Although of course I know them to be true, having only just left four naked ladies in the prior room.

“Yes, dear Jane,” he muses from over me. “A lady can only truly be admired in her own, natural form.”

I contemplate him, this man—my monarch—who has captured me so easily into his delicious game. “No one has ever seen me bare, Your Majesty,” I whisper, the words an admission of my innocence—a fact I have already articulated.

He nods. “I know,” he replies. “And I assume that until this night no man has ever claimed your sweet mouth, spoken to you of such lewd subjects, or pinned you against his bed?”

His brow rises as he speaks, the small gesture releasing a flood of moisture from between my legs. I am not absolutely clear what it is about him which is so alluring, but he most certainly has it. Yes, he is the King, and yet it is so much more than that. He is the devil in disguise, a debauch and beguiling demon, sent forth to worship and corrupt me. The thought makes me smile, in spite of my shame on the subject.

“You’re correct, Your Majesty,” I say with a small nod. “You are the first, on all counts.”

Smiling at the acknowledgment, he lowers his face into mine. Those full lips graze my mouth, parting my lips in an instant as my eyes slip shut. I want him to kiss me, to claim me, to own me. I desire it in a way I have no right to do. I demand it.

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Unorthodox Chemistry by Lilah E. Noir

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Title: Unorthodox Chemistry

Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy, Book #2

Author: Lilah E. Noir

Release Date: February 18th, 2018

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He was her Master, lover and the only man who truly knew her. She was his pet, best friend and the love of his life. Sometimes that’s not enough.
He’s gone.
His absence hurts more than any whip.
Thomas saw me for who I was.
Strong on the outside, fractured and vulnerable on the inside.
Every day I struggle to rebuild my life.
I miss him. His rough passion and his affection.
I know we’ll never be together again, I even tried to move on…
… and then one invitation changed everything.
Do I dare to say no to the greatest temptation?
I had to walk away.
Lina paid dearly for my mistakes.
She needs to heal and all that’s left for me is to wait.
In the dark, with nothing but my demons and sins to keep me company.
The memory of her is a bittersweet torture, one I didn’t think I could ever escape…
A year later, at the kinkiest club in town, I saw her. On the arm of another man.
May the seduction begin.




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She is here. Tonight. She is really here.
I couldn’t wrap my mind around it and stood there, hiding like a coward from my former pet and lover. Has she seen me?
The question faded from my frenzied mind as soon as I saw someone getting close to Lina from behind. It was a man, tall, muscular, with a matching creamy mask. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hair. I expected her to push him away but she turned around and placed a tender, light kiss on his lips.
Anger and confusion formed a lump in my throat I was unable to swallow. My knuckles hurt with how hard I’d been clenching my fists in a futile attempt to calm down.
She moved on… I nearly died out of grief and she moved on with her life like it was nothing.
It was unfair. I was the one who let her go, but right then I couldn’t have cared less what was fair or not. I was dying on the inside, and each moment of shared tenderness between them was another dagger in my wounds.
What the hell was happening?
After so many months of painful separation, I expected my passion for her would have quieted. What a fool. One look at her beautiful silhouette was enough to make my blood boil with lust. The dominant instinct to grab her by the hair like a caveman and claim her clouded my mind.
I was out of control and I remembered well what had happened last time.
If I stayed, I risked acting like a deranged Neanderthal. I’d bring her down to her knees and fuck her whether she wanted it or not, force her to beg for more.
What the hell was Lina doing here? She couldn’t have learned about the party unless…



The music died down to a soft murmur when he moved closer to the forest nymphs. He stepped forward with all the dignity of a king. The spacious hall echoed with the quiet yet haunting click-clack of his leather boots. He had hair as long as that of the ravenous women, dark as his clothes and the forest behind. It was tied and flowed down his back.
They were too far away so I couldn’t make out the facial features of any of the actors. Still, his quiet strength and its intensity shook me to the core of my soul. He was silent and walked slowly as if he dominated time itself. The man owned the space around him and looked resilient enough to tame even the fire of those wild creatures.
The raven-haired women brought the ballerina before him and forced her down to her knees. When they let her go, they looked strangely humbled. Their eyes were cast down, a veil of hair covering their faces. The man in black waved his hand and the faeries dispersed. Their shadows got lost among the trees.
They had completely disheveled the young woman’s auburn hair and pulled her bodice down. The tops of her perky breasts were exposed to his gaze as she knelt for the dark stranger. Once she looked up at him, her entire being exuded fear so tangible I could taste it and feel it spreading all over my own skin. The ballerina clasped her small hands before her chest in a silent plea but she didn’t dare look away from her mysterious captor. He hadn’t moved a muscle and simply hovered over her with the same stillness. His eyes were tangling invisible rope around the trembling bird.
I sank my teeth into my tongue to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. It was difficult to separate myself from the action on the stage. My knees were the ones brushing against the forest floor while I waited for his command.
He reached out and moved a few tresses from the girl’s face. His fingers lifted her chin and caressed her. That simple touch provoked another moan. The pleasure of his intimate caress made the scared girl tremble harder. His fingers on her sensitive, heated skin were too much to handle. I knew it because their intense chemistry was flowing inside me, sharp as a knife and delicate like the most tender kiss.



“You have to be the judge. When it comes to seduction it is not important what they are saying but what they are hiding. Both men and women are alike that way, no matter what they say. They don’t want to communicate their desires. They want the other person to figure them out like they’d solve a mystery. If you can figure out what he wants and give it to him, you’ll blow his mind.”
I watched the scene with amusement before I finally approached them and added nonchalantly, “That’s an interesting theory but mysteries are often overrated.”
“Good luck finding a person who’d directly tell you what they want. Especially if they are afraid you’d judge them.” The blonde removed her cap and stared at me with unreadable dark eyes.



“Do you know what I think, Nate?” My boots click-clacked across the hard stone floor. He was still gazing at his lap. “Look at me when I talk to you.”
He raised his head with great reluctance but did as he was told, anyway. That restless gaze vibrated with anger and a different, raw emotion. Nate winced when I ran my nails down his cheek.
“I asked you a question. I believe I’m a polite hostess. I expect the same attitude in return.”
“What are you thinking, Mistress?” He retorted the last word.
“You wanted to stay here. You didn’t even demand to observe or attend Lina’s scene. Fight back. Say you did it for her own sake if you want. You’re not fooling me. It thrilled you when you saw what was happening down the rabbit hole. You long for a ride. It’s difficult to admit it. It’s convenient if you pretend someone made you do it.”
When I got closer to him, I got a whiff of his scent, a fusion of light marine eau de cologne, soap and the natural warmth of his skin. If I ran a hand over his throat, his flesh would get goosebumped and he’d attempt to move away.
“What makes you think so?” Nate asked in a flat voice.
“I’ve been watching you.”
He rolled his eyes and took a larger sip of water.
“You know what, Allie, some men find stalkers irresistible.” Nate gave me what was probably his best cocky grin. “I’m not one of them. If that’s your idea of seduction, please, change the strategy.” His smile grew wider when I didn’t reply and he added with a nonchalant voice “Just a bit of friendly advice.”
I smirked and picked up a mask. It was the same one Thomas had torn off his face and thrown on the table when we entered the room earlier. Its string heaved down my finger. I dangled it before Nate and tried my best not to change my expression.

“I saw how you were staring at Shock & Fear.” My voice was lazy and sultry, and I dragged a nail across the mask. “They got you so intimidated. It was adorable. They’d have made both you and Lina their bitches if I hadn’t rescued you.”



Lina leaned her head back and rested it on my shoulder. She breathed heavily and stared up at the metal grid while her aroused clit was throbbing. I grabbed her ponytail in a firm, possessive way and forced her to bend further, to raise her bustline and present herself to me as a gift, voluptuous, with hardened, pulsating nipples.
It was just my imagination but nature outside was playing a voyeur to our scene. Every time Lina screamed out with the teasing and warm-up spanking new thunders shattered the area. The wind was a horny she-wolf provoked by my lover’s wild screams.
If she only knew what was waiting for her… what delicious scream would she make, how much further would I push her into her own madness?
I pulled away, left her in that position, with an arched neck and back and shamelessly open legs. Her spine trembled and she opened her lips, desperate to call out my name, to beg me to come back to her. Still, Lina didn’t utter a word.
She wouldn’t have to wait for too long for her next fix. I moved to her front and picked up one thick candle from the dining table, one of the few that weren’t scented. Lina closed her eyes and indulged in moaning, loud and full of longing and plea. Her hips moved rhythmically. Was she trying to allure me or that was just the call of lust?
I left the candle next to the base plate and came closer, keeping my step as light as possible. Lina pulled my fingers dip inside her and closed them between her greedy walls. She raised her head and looked at me with such a pitiful expression, with lips forming one needy “Please” I had denied her to cry out.
Her surprise scream echoed inside me when I stole her breath in a hard, possessive kiss. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and three more fingers inside her, folded in a duck shape to open her up. My digits were pushing her elastic walls open and stretched her while I feasted on her bruised lips and wrestled with her tongue. She was hanging on her shackles, no longer struggling, and parted her thighs wide to accept it all.
Lina’s desire poured inside me like a liquid fire that fueled my confidence. I yanked her hair hard and forced her to look at me while I was driving my closed fist past her juicy entrance. She was panting and staring up at me. Her lips opened and tried to get to mine again. My grasp around her locks grew stronger and I tugged them so hard it made her wail in pain. When I twisted my fingers in her womb and fitted my fist all the way down to the wrist the agony written on her face fused with pleasure.



I picked up the wine from the steel glass holder on the wall and spent a few minutes just staring at it, lost in thought. The swirling, blood-like liquid and the warmth put me under a spell. When the wine taste finally reached my lips, the memory of that first night rushed back in my mind. The exchanged looks, the subtle flirting, his outrageous offer, the dungeon. His palms kneading my breasts and sliding down, coaxing me to spread myself, to open up for him.
I rested a hand between my legs to stroke myself and took another sip of wine. It was supposed to slowly build up my arousal but all I felt was sadness. The strong, physical sensations of the present, the subtle flavor of the wine, the ache of my skin and muscles, the lightheaded carelessness were much stronger.
Stronger than the memories. As if the red swirl was devouring all I had left behind.
It was pointless to fool myself. The hot water and indulgence were good but I needed so much more. I put the glass back in its place.
The soap bubbles rolled down my wet skin when I raised myself from the bath tub. I ignored them, wrapped myself with the fluffy towel and walked out of the steamy bathroom.
After I picked up my phone, I headed to the bedroom. The red collar was lying on top of the carefully folded lingerie in the drawer. Maybe the alcohol had messed with me and I was slowly succumbing to madness but its bright leather looked glowing.
I rested my fingers on top of it and squeezed it gently before I lifted it and pressed it against my chest. After ages of following that ritual right before falling asleep, my courage slowly came back to me. I took a deep breath, rubbed the metal plate against my skin and dialed the number.
A dialing sound. A pause.
Please. Please, answer.

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She was his boss at work and his submissive at all times.
I’d never noticed him before.
He was just a lonely, scared boy when I hired him.
I was too busy to notice the lust in his eyes.
Now I’m at his feet begging for every bit of pleasure and pain he’ll unleash on me.
She enthralled me.
Her body. Her mind. Her wicked laughter and unreadable eyes.
She was out of my league yet I knew what she longed for.
I only had two months to kill her nicotine addiction and make her crave me.
I’d use every trick I had to claim her as mine.

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Assume the position – Six of the Best #WIPItUp


We’re half way through the week, and one step closer to Six of the Best being available to pre-order. In this post, I’m going to share a new, sexy snippet from my story, The King’s Vice, so make sure you add this hot new book to your reading list!


“Do you desire to please me, Lady Jane?” The soft vibration of his voice snaps me straight back to the here and now, his gaze full and demanding as he awaits my answer.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” I reply urgently. “I desire to please you in all things, yet I fear I know little of how to achieve this aim.”

The King leans away a little, laughing lightly at my response. “You need not worry on that score,” he says. “If my instincts are right about you, My Lady, then you should be happy to obey your King. Is this the case?”

I still, desperate to take a new breath, and yet too consumed by his words to do so. “Yes, Your Majesty,” I reply in a rush of words. “What should I do?”

He smiles. “Yield as you have yielded,” he tells me, his brown eyes dancing as he watches my expression. “And then, when you are certain that it is not possible, you will yield to me further.”

I swallow at the instruction, unclear about what he means or how best to respond. He is the King; surely, I must yield to him in all things, so how can this request be best exacted?

He leans forward all of a sudden, his proximity robbing me of my breath again. “Do you consent, My Lady?” He asks, the levity in his almost entirely vanished. “Can you surrender to my resolve?”

I answer without so much as a thought to the consequences. “Yes, Your Majesty,” I reply. “I swear I can.”

His lips capture me in a heartbeat, moving so fast that my mind has barely any time to register the act until my body has already done so. My nipples, imprisoned beneath the confines of my bodice, begin to tighten into small buds, and the desire between my legs begins to bubble into an unbearable ache. As his tongue moves deftly into my mouth, exploring me at his leisure, I cannot help but envy the other ladies their nudity. For the first time in my life I want none of this modesty, rather I want to delve into these feelings which the King has awoken. I desire to swim in them, let them consume me, and be devoured. I desire that he devours me.

As he draws away, breaking the sensual connection of our lips, the look in his eye is nothing short of wicked. “Then it is settled, Lady Jane,” he whispers, never breaking his gaze. “You shall learn to yield.”


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Stitch by Nia Farrell

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This Tuesday, I’m pleased to be joined by fellow Wicked Pen, Nia Farrell, and her new release, Stitch.

In the book, Matteo Visconti is a desperate man. Freshly wounded with a bullet in his shoulder, he’s sworn to hunt the man who put it there, but first, the bullet needs out. He kidnaps a doctor from a convenience store at gunpoint, intending to kill her when her usefulness is done.

Bethany Shelton is only a physical therapist, but she manages to remove the bullet and save Matteo’s life. It’s too bad that he can’t afford to let her live, not even after they’ve had one desperate joining. Forced to call for help when infection sets in, Matteo leaves Beth’s fate to his father, Dom Visconti, and his assassin brother Val.

After months of futile searching, Matteo returns home for Italian Fest and learns that Beth is alive. His father gives him the choice to keep her or kill her. When Matteo goes to her house, intending to take what belongs to him, he learns that they have a son.

In this darker, dubious consent Mafia romance, Beth will do anything to stay alive and raise her child. Matteo doesn’t hesitate to drag her down into his world. He’ll make her want to stay despite the danger, despite the pain. But when you marry into the mob, you don’t just get a crime family, you get their enemies, too.

Stitch is a full-length, standalone erotic romance written for Ages 18+. Check out a steamy excerpt from the book…


“I shouldn’t want you,” he grated, his breath still minty from when she’d helped him brush his teeth after supper. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. With the cashier. With that mother at the checkout. You, without a stitch, lying on the seat of my SUV, looking so peaceful. So pure of heart. I promised myself that I wasn’t going to touch you again. You don’t know who I am. What I’ve done. What I’ll have to do as soon as I can go again. There’s a monster out there who needs put down. He takes women, shares them with his club, and kills them. He raped my cousin. I promised to avenge my family’s honor. I failed once. I won’t rest until he’s stopped.”

Stopped…as in dead.

Matteo was not the kind of man that most parents envision for their daughter. He had no qualms about killing someone who deserved it. He was willing to be judge, jury, and executioner if it meant that justice would be served when the legal system failed.

The intensity in his eyes was mesmerizing. She wet her lips and swallowed hard.

“You should have run away as far and as fast as you could go.”

“You pointed a gun at me.”

“It was empty. It’s still empty unless you found bullets and reloaded it. But I needed help. I’m just sorry it was you.”

He thrust himself against her hand. Beth realized that her fingers were still wrapped around his girth, or as far as they could reach, anyway.

He had needed her, but the nature of his needs had taken a very carnal turn. In another time, another place, she might have been seduced into having a one-night stand with a handsome, well-dressed man possessing an air of danger and an impressive cock. But now…

If she fought him, she could hurt him. If he didn’t take it easy, he could start bleeding internally again, and this time, she might not be able to stop it.

Would it really be so bad, to give herself to him just this once? No right, no wrong. Nothing but elemental need and what it took to assuage it.


“You were my angel of mercy,” he murmured, his voice grown rough with desire. “Have mercy on me now.”

He cupped her head and urged her face down to his. Rather than risk hurting him, she surrendered to her own rising passion.

They came together with opened mouths and parted lips. Tongues thrust, twining around each other in a dance as old as humankind. Forsaking her hold on his manhood, she unzipped her pants, hooked her fingers in the tops of her panties, and shoved everything down. Kicking them aside, she climbed on the bed and straddled him, riding the ridge of his cock and stimulating his length while his mouth continued to consume hers.

He claimed one breast with his good hand, splaying his large fingers, rubbing and squeezing it. Her hardened nipple prodded his palm. Catching it between his fingers, he rolled and tugged on it, a pull that she felt all the way to her core.

She threw off her shirt, wanting to feel his mouth on her breasts. Pushing them together, she offered herself to him, rising up to meet his mouth and welcoming the feel of his lips claiming one, then the other. He took a nipple between his teeth and teased it with his tongue, licking, flicking, curling around it and sucking it inside. He feasted on her flesh like a starving man, a desperate man, a wounded man with an uncertain future, seeking to make the most of the time that was left to him.

She didn’t want to think that he might die. She wasn’t ready to accept that this might be the last act of his life. The last time that he’d know the joy of a woman’s body and the comfort of her touch. She gave it to him, all the while bargaining with God to do what He could to save him. He might be a dangerous man, but he wasn’t a bad man. Not really. He was lonely and vulnerable and likely as scared as she was that things might not end well.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, seeking to reassure him when he pushed down the front of his sweatpants and freed his cock. “It’s okay,” she said when he bent his knees and started to enter her, skin to skin, with nothing separating them. She wasn’t about to raise the subject of condoms with a man who might be dying.

He claimed her in one desperate, searing thrust that took her breath away.


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By Royal Command – #SatSpanks


It’s Saturday, and this morning I am thrilled to share a sexy spanking snippet from Six of the Best (British Spankings) – a brand new, red-hot spanking anthology I am part of! If you like your reads to be racy, and your heroes to be dashing, then you’re going to love this…

Joined by author fabulous bestselling authors, such as Ashe Barker, Jaye Parches and Katie Douglas, this book will leave you fanning yourself for all the right reasons!

Assume the position and prepare for Six of the Best!

Six SCORCHING stories from USA Today and number 1 bestselling British authors! This is the 100% British historical anthology you’ve been waiting for. So, grab a cup of tea and make sure the smelling salts are to hand, then settle in as our heroines re-write the rules and earn SIX OF THE BEST for their outrageous antics. This erotic dance across history sweeps from the Restoration to Victorian times and will leave you panting almost as much as our naughty ladies.

Publisher’s note: These stories are HOT. Hotter than an oven full of muffins in a well-known British cake show. BDSM and spanking feature heavily in them, so if that’s not your cup of tea, this is probably not the set for you. Don’t say we didn’t warn you!

Read on for my saucy little excerpt…


“I should like to bare your delicious derriere, my dear, explore its tender form, its divine shape, feel the weight of it in my hands, and then…” He pauses, his eyes full of salacious delight as the intensity of his gaze falls upon me. “And then I shall spank you.”

The words echo through the chambers of my mind. Spank me? I swallow, the action slow and deep, and almost symbolic, as though whatever I say next is imperative. My consent at this point will unleash events which I can never return from.

“Spank me, your Majesty?”

I need the clarification from those full, demanding lips, even though I heard him very well the first time around.

The lips part, breaking into that smile again, the one which burns the pulse at my core. “Yes, my dear,” he replies.

“But, but…” I splutter, trying to bring form to the words which are swimming in my head. “But I have done nothing wrong?” I gasp. “And if I have caused offence to Your Majesty, then please – tell me how?”

My heart is hammering in my chest, threatening to explode. He wants to spank me? But why? What have I done wrong which could be the cause of such an undignified penance?

“Hush,” comes the reply, the fingers at my face caressing the skin there thoughtfully. “I shall spank your exposed and pert little behind, not as penitence. I shall do so for my own pleasure.” There is a pause as he permits the words to permeate into my mind. “I shall enjoy the look of it, and the feel of each sensation against your tender flesh. And you, dear Jane, you shall do as you promised. You shall yield to me, accept the brunt of my palm, be awash with the sensation, and we shall see…” He concludes, but the ending seems abrupt and unnatural.

“What shall we see, Your Majesty?” I force the words out in a gasp, my head still reeling from the revelation that the King wants to spank me for merriment.

He eyes me intently, that small smirk reforming at his mouth. “We shall see if I am correct about you. We shall see if you dance to the tune of my spanking – if your body enjoys the surrender.


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Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker

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Eighteen-year-old orphan Merewyn has seen enough of Vikings to know she hates them, so she is furious when a band of shipwrecked Norsemen force their way into her home. Despite her best efforts to drive them away, their leader makes it clear they intend to stay for the winter. To her surprise, he also takes an interest in her well-being, and when Merewyn attempts to run off and fend for herself the battle-hardened warrior strips her bare for a painful, humiliating switching.

Despite his willingness to chastise her so shamefully, Merewyn cannot deny that these men are not the savage barbarians she expected, and she does not object when the huge, handsome brute who so recently punished her takes her in his arms and claims her hard and thoroughly. As the weeks pass, Merewyn’s uninvited guest masters both her body and her heart ever more completely, but does he plan to truly make her his or will she be left behind when he sails home?

Can Merewyn overcome her natural fear of the mighty Viking warlord who has invaded her Celtic home? She’s encountered his kind before and has first hand experience of the brutality of these ferocious Nordic raiders. Why should this blond invader be any different? Find out in Conquered by the Viking!

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His voice had hardened, the shift almost imperceptible but enough to impel Merewyn to obedience. She tilted her head back for his ministrations, acutely conscious of the cooling air which now caressed her naked breasts. Her nipples swelled and hardened in the draught. Merewyn prayed that he might not notice, though she knew he would.

This Viking missed nothing.

He poured the clean water over her hair, lifting the long tresses to dunk them in the water before applying the soap. He massaged the lather into her scalp, his fingers working large, firm circles on her sensitised flesh. Despite the embarrassing state of her nipples, not to mention the peculiar clenching at her core which she was quite unable to control, Merewyn was mortified when she let out an involuntary moan.

“I am sorry, I did not mean–”

“It is not a problem. Please, relax, make such sounds as you wish.”

“I would not wish you to think that I… I…”

“That you are enjoying this?”


“I know that you are, but we need not dwell upon that fact if you prefer not to.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“And this? Do you like this also?” He shifted his fingers to the nape of her neck just as he had done before, and proceeded to caress the delicate skin there.

Merewyn opted not to respond, though her nipples tightened even more and heat furled at her core.

She should have protested when his fingers once again crept over her shoulders, kneading and squeezing until she believed she might expire with the sheer pleasure of it. Her muscles stretched and loosened, the stress of recent days falling away. There was something almost magical in his touch, a knowing, practised ease. He seemed to understand her body’s needs better than she did.

Merewyn lay still as he continued his exploration, his clever fingers moving lower, across her chest to find her puckered nipples.

She gasped, tried to find the words to beg him to stop but this time they would not come. He rolled the pebbled nubs between his fingers and thumbs, his touch gentle but firming as she writhed in the water. He squeezed, almost to the point of pain, then relaxed his grip and circled the sensitive peaks with his fingertips.

“Does this feel good, little Celt?”

Merewyn closed her eyes, and nodded. Heat furled within her belly, spreading and blooming. She ached, deep down, between her thighs in that secret place which only she knew of. She fought the urge to reach down, as she did occasionally in the warm privacy of her bed, to seek out that exact spot where pleasure was to be found.

It was as though he was somehow privy to her most secret thoughts, her most intimate yearnings. His right hand ceased to tease and tantalise her nipple and instead he reached down into the water, between her legs to find that precise place. He was unerring, it was as though he knew exactly what would arouse her and drive her wild with desire. His fingers parted her folds and settled on the small nub which lay concealed there.

He rubbed. He flicked it with his finger tip. He slid his digits on either side and traced the outline, then he explored lower, found the entrance to her body and dipped the tip of one finger inside.

Never, when she had touched herself, had she felt like this. Not even remotely. Utterly wanton in her response, Merewyn bucked in his embrace. She lifted her arm from the water to drape it back and around his neck as though to anchor herself. He murmured something in her ear, incomprehensible words in his native tongue. She did not understand but her arousal built and bloomed anyway. It was as though her body were no longer her own but his to control. He stroked her again, caressed that sensitive bundle of nerves until she could bear it no more.

“Please…” her voice was ragged, her breath shallow. “Please do not…”

“Do you wish me to stop, little Celt?”

Yes.  No. She could find no words, so merely hung on as her inner muscles contracted and clenched.

Mathios placed his thumb over her pleasure bud at the same time as he plunged his fingers into her cunny. It was too much. Her senses were totally overwhelmed, her body weightless, floating as white light exploded behind her eyes. She shook with the power of her body’s response. Wave after wave of carnal pleasure washed though her, starting at her core where his fingers still worked their sorcery and flowing right out to the ends of her fingers and toes.


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“Very well,” I say with a nod, and then turn my attention to the wriggling woman at my lap. “Let us say fifteen strikes then, Goldie, and see how we fare?”

She snorts at me, twisting her face to look back at me from near the floor. “I do not consent to this!” she shrieks, her voice full of the anger and fear that obviously still reside in her.

“Your consent is not required,” I say, shifting my left arm to her back. I rest it there gently, wanting only to hold in her place, and not to harm her, and yet still she wiggles across me in a furious frenzy of unspent energy. I shake my head, amazed at her endless rebellion, but my right palm rises even as the thought concludes.

I send it crashing down against her backside, watching with admiration as the impact ripples across her exposed cheeks. To her credit, she never makes a sound, acknowledging neither the noise nor the feeling of the strike.

“One,” I say, counting the impact for her.

“I know it’s the first,” she hisses from under me. “I can count, you know!”

I smile, catching Ethan’s eye as I move to spank her again. He smirks back at me, and I add a little more impetus this time. As I remove my hand, I see the faint pink outline of my palm across her tanned skin. This time the strike draws a breath from Goldie, but still nothing further. I am surprised at her stoicism, having taken her for a fragile little thing before. I mark the number of the strike, before following up with a further three spanks, alternating between her soft, ripe cheeks.

“Three, four, and five, Goldie,” I continue, watching the red hue of her behind.

“You brute!” she calls out from the floor to my left. “How dare you treat me this way!”

I sigh, rolling my eyes and spanking her hard again. I should have known better than to think she would be compliant in her own punishment. Clearly, Goldie Lacie is a woman who has needed a spanking like this for a long time.

“You are being punished for coming into our cottage, Goldie,” I tell her as I land another impact against her. This time a short gasp leaves her lips, and I admit that I find the sound pleasing. “You did so without permission, and you then proceeded to eat, break, and sleep on what does not belong to you.”

The sound of the new strike fills my bedroom, and for the first time I hear what sounds like a small sob from her throat. “Furthermore,” I continue, pressing the point now there finally seems to be some contrition from Goldie. “When you were found and faced with your offenses, you showed no remorse whatsoever!” I spank her an eighth time, filled with fervor as I see her body responding to her penance.

“Ouch!” The sound of her voice serves only to fuel my desire. “You’re hurting me,” she cries.

“Come now, Goldie,” I say, commanding her body to still without so much as a single instruction to do so. “I am merely giving you what you deserve, and everyone here knows it to be true.”

I spank her earnestly then, delivering a further seven strikes—one after the other—loving the look of her punished little behind as it moves beneath my palm.

“That is fifteen,” I pronounce, looking to my brothers for clarification.

“Then you are done?” she asks, once more contorting her young body to look at me over her shoulder. “You said fifteen?”

I smile, gazing down at her as I reply. “I said fifteen if you behaved yourself,” I remind her.

Her face shifts, furrowing her flawless brow. “But, you can’t,” she continues. “I have behaved!”

Now it is my time to snort. “This behavior, Miss Lacie,” I reply, “has led you to a further five strikes.”

“Five?” she protests almost at once, straining to be free of my lap.

My left arm holds her in place with ease. “Yes, five,” I insist, “and you should be grateful that I do not add more for the trouble you have caused us.”


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Rough Diamonds by Ashe Barker

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 He intended to hurt her, and he meant her to enjoy it.

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This Tuesday, Ashe Barker brings us Rough Diamonds, her new hot, suspenseful release!

What if someone handed you over a million dollars in uncut diamonds, and a note? For services rendered…

A random act of kindness years earlier gives rise to an astonishing chain of events. Johan Klaas holds the key to the mystery and he will help her – for a price. Can she trust him? Should she? And what has Christa ever done to deserve such a reward?

Swept from her modest flower shop in England, caught up in the opulent global diamond trade in Antwerp and introduced by her millionaire lover to a sensual world of pain and pleasure, Christa is determined to solve the riddle.

 This book was previously released with a different cover. The story includes sexual scenes and BDSM, and is intended for audiences of 18 and over.

Here’s a hot and sexy excerpt from the book…


He was still lying on the bed when she emerged from the luxurious en suite clad in just her new pyjamas and a generous splash of Chanel Coco, the expensive perfume a Christmas present from her sister. The sheer, camisole-style top tied in front with a couple of fragile ribbons of lace, and the fabric left little to the imagination. Her breasts were outlined clearly, the dark pink nipples pressing little points into the delicate material. The pants were long and loose and Christa thought they would not look out of place in a harem. Very appropriate, Christa reflected… Or inappropriate, depending on your view.

Christa paused in the doorway, self-conscious suddenly. She was normally so cautious, prim almost. This was so unlike her, really, she ought to—

“You were right, chérie. The outfit is very pretty indeed.” Perhaps he recognised her indecision, her wavering, but Johan allowed her no time in which to reconsider. Christa was glad of it as he rolled from the mattress and came to stand before her. He gently fingered the ribbon which masqueraded as some sort of shoulder strap. “May I…?”

“May you … What?” Her voice was a husky whisper.

“This.” He eased the strap down her arm, causing the gossamer-thin fabric to cascade away in a soft sweep. One breast was exposed. Christa held her breath. It never occurred to her to seek to cover herself.

Johan lowered his gaze, his lip curling in sensual appreciation. He cupped Christa’s face between his hands to hold her still for his kiss. She was going nowhere, in any case. His lips were warm, soft, teasing hers until she opened for him. His tongue explored her mouth, curling around hers in a hot, suggestive dance.

Christa mewled deep in her throat when he lowered his hands to stroke her shoulders, then trailed his fingers lower still to tease the erect, exposed nipple. He circled it with his fingertips, then took the hardened bud between his finger and thumb and applied just enough pressure to make her gasp.

“You like this, ma petite? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she breathed. “It was just, I never…”

“Pleasure is good, is it not?” He cupped the full mound in his hand and caressed her slowly, stroking his fingers across the quivering peak before he caught it again and, this time, squeezed hard enough to make her squeal. “But pain is even more exciting, if properly applied. Do you not agree, little Christa, my beautiful flower-seller?”

Christa should have been frightened: his words made no sense. At the same time, she understood him perfectly, and was in no doubt as to his meaning. He intended to hurt her, and he meant her to enjoy it.

How had he known? How had he had even the slightest inkling that she might respond? She had hardly known, herself, until this moment.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Oh yes.”

He chuckled and kissed her mouth again, at the same time easing her other strap from her shoulder. A tug was all it took on the two fragile scraps of lace which tied in front to hold the two halves of the top closed. The garment opened and he was able to slide the top from her body and drop it behind her on a low sofa.

Now his palms caressed both breasts, his touch firm yet still gentle. Christa arched, presenting her body, asking for more.

Johan broke the kiss to trail a hot, damp path across her collar bone and down to her breasts. He locked his hands behind her, under her bottom and lifted her so he could better reach her nipples with his lips. Christa grasped his shoulders and flung back her head as he took first one peak, then the other, into his mouth.

Christa moaned. “That’s… That feels so…”

He sucked, curling his agile tongue around one engorged nipple. A crackle of electricity surged from the pebbled nub straight to her clit. Christa opened her legs and wrapped them around his body, not minding in the least that he remained fully dressed whilst she was as near naked as made no difference.

He turned, and walked back toward the bed, as Christa crossed her ankles in the small of his back. He leaned forward to tip her onto the duvet then followed her down.

His mouth closed around her nipple again, the suction harder now, the sensation more intense. Christa’s pussy tingled and clenched as she writhed against him, desperate, purring, seeking more.

“The pants are gorgeous, as are you, chérie, but I think we might lose them now. Do you agree?”

Christa did agree, whole-heartedly. She reached for the waistband, intending to shove them down past her hips, but Johan caught her hand and stopped her.

“No, allow me. Please.”


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“Madelaine.” His voice is stern, and it makes me move, my feet jumping into action, as I stumble towards him. “Shirt off,” he commands as I approach. “I don’t mind you wearing my clothes, in fact, I kinda like it, but this spanking is about reminding you of your place.”
“And that means I have to be naked?” I whisper, risking his wrath at my impertinence, as my fingers begin work on the buttons of the shirt.
Jack’s brow arches again, and he inhales as though he’s considering my query. “It means,” he says, his voice slow and steady as he replies. “That you will be whatever I ask you to be. Women on Ultruon will need to be compliant to their men, and anyway, Madelaine, you forget one important factor.” He closes the distance between us again, helping to strip my body of his cream shirt.
“What’s that, sir?” I murmur, gasping from his sudden proximity.
He smiles. “I know how much you enjoy this…”
I draw in a deep breath, allowing the idea to wash over me. Nothing makes me feel more nude, more vulnerable, and more damn sexy than being naked in front of him, when he stands fully dressed, and so damn smart before me.
“You may not recall all of the Q and A’s we had, Madelaine,” he continues, lifting one finger to trail the digit casually down my left arm. I shiver at the contact, my nipples hardening into stiff buds. “But we had a lot of them, and in those sessions, you divulged a lot of deeply personal things about yourself to me.”
Swallowing hard, I gaze up into his alluring eyes. “I did?” I murmur, barely recognising the sound of my own voice.
Jack smiles down at me. He’s so close now that I can feel the heat of his breath against my face. “Yes, you did,” he tells me. “Not at first of course. At first you were restrained, holding yourself back from me, but after a while you started to open up. You told me how much you desired to be taken in hand by a strong man. You told me how many nights you’d fantasized about being held to account for your actions, and spanked by a man who cared for you.”
Oh. My. I swear I don’t take a breath as he speaks, my eyes widening with his every word.
“Do you remember, Madelaine?”
My mouth opens and I gasp. “Yes, I think I do, sir,” I reply, my mind trying to flit between the memories and the hot analogy Jack’s painting with his words.
“And then I took you into the red room, and I bound you, and spanked you for the very first time.” He pauses, those dark pupils dilating as the recollection fills his mind. “Madelaine, you were so fucking wet for me. My discipline made you wild with desire.”
I squirm where I stand, shifting my weight from one hip to the other. “I know,” I whisper, “it still does.”
His lips twitch at my admission, and the hand at my arm rises to my chin. He holds it in place, lifting my face to meet his eye again. “Then be a good girl, and submit to your punishment,” he purrs. “It’s what you deserve, and…” He hesitates, his face leaning in so that our lips graze. “We both know how much you want it.”
He is gone in a second, his body moving back towards the recliner before he seats himself in place. Tapping his lap, he gazes up at me. “Are you ready?”
I’m not sure if I’m breathing, but I know my feet are move, and I shuffle to the side of where he sits, lining my body up alongside his knees. The look of Jack’s lap looks so daunting from here, and all of a sudden, I wonder if I can really do this. “What will you do to me, sir?” I ask, trying to sound respectful as my voice waivers.
Jack looks at my face, his expression calm. “I already told you,” he answers. “You’ll be spanked hard for your disobedience, but I’ll only use my palm. I might hurt you, Madelaine, but I’ll never cause you harm.”
I gulp at that, nodding my understanding. “Yes, sir.”
“Now, quit stalling, and get down here.”


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Violated: A dark sci-fi romance by Aria Adams

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I can barely remember my life before I was taken to the breeding facility. For two years, I’ve been kept naked and helpless as they probed me, violated me, and used me.

But this new doctor seems different than the ones before him. He has dragged me from my broken shell and captured my attention so that I truly blush as he examines me. When I attempt to escape he punishes me harshly, but the pain and humiliation leave me burning with need. I’ve even begun to think he might care about me.

I didn’t plan to fall in love with one of the girls held captive here. I have no more choice about my role in all of this than she does. But to keep her safe, I will have to teach her to obey.

I will make her surrender completely. I will make her mine. Then we will find a way to leave this terrible place forever.

Publisher’s Note: Violated: A Dark Sci-Fi Romance is a stand-alone novel which is the first book in the Stolen Future series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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When I got to the door, Adam left me there. So much for being on my side. I was abandoned, but I wasn’t alone. Although I was completely powerless, I had a baby to protect. I had to take whatever the men gave out. I had to submit, even though my soul screamed for help that wouldn’t come, and every inch of my body wanted to flee and hide. There was nowhere to hide. The machines, the guards, or the doctor would find me and bring me back here. Then I would be in trouble. On the other hand, if I pleased the men behind the door, they might not treat me so harshly as to make me lose my baby. I focused on that as the door opened, and I cast my eyes down.

The floor was black polished tile, the same as everywhere else in the facility, but in here, there were rugs laid down, with intricate patterns in red and gold.

Before I had to be told, I walked carefully to the low table where two wineglasses awaited, and I dropped to my knees with what I hoped was grace, but given that I still struggled to move easily, and that even the small amount of movement around Adam’s room had made my whole body ache with stiffness, I probably looked like a spider on roller skates.

Remembering my next instruction, I cupped the base of the bottle, which was heavier than the one I’d practiced with, and I held it out, keeping my eyes on the floor the whole time. A pair of boots stood before me. I reflexively wanted to look at him, but I didn’t dare.

“The doctor wasn’t lying when he said he was training you. Did he teach you to suck cock, yet?” The man plucked the bottle from my hands and I wasn’t sure whether to move or not, so I remained still, hands outstretched.

“No, he didn’t,” I replied. A sharp pain accompanied a force that flung my face sideways, and I was knocked to the rug.

“Get up. Kneel.”

“Sorry,” I said, scrambling to obey. Another pain exploded in my face as I fell again. What had I done wrong? Part of me knew the question was a pointless one. These men clearly didn’t need a reason to hurt me. That I even slightly thought that people shouldn’t treat me like this meant that the doctor had somehow changed my outlook on life, even though he was one of them. It was that illusion of kindness that made this situation harder to bear.

“You are to address us as ‘master’ at all times,” one of them said. I think his name was Ifan. It was hard to concentrate when my face stung where one of the men had hit me.

“Sorry, Master,” I said, as tears streamed down my face of their own accord.


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Viking passion… #WIPitUp #BDSM #spanking



It’s the middle of the week, and it’s time for #WIPitup Wednesday! This time I’m bringing you another sizzling scene from my Viking sequel. This book is nearly ready for my beta readers, and is really taking shape… Join Anders and Aurelie in the midst of a red-hot punishment scene.


At some point, my mind drifts in that exquisite way I have found when Anders has punished me in the past. In this new place, I am able to feel past the pain of each new swat, and beyond it, into a softer, more hedonistic state. My hips, which previously danced to escape the kiss of the lash, now roll forward for entirely different reasons, the shoots of arousal pushing them in pursuit of something to pleasure myself against. Yet Anders has me bound in such a way that there is nothing to garner friction from, and the frustration at my denial begins to burgeon as well as the pain and excitement. Now I am a writhing tangle, but my mind is full of shameful arousal, rather than the pain. I barely even register the strikes as they land, and when I do they only goad me, taunting with a pleasure which I am currently unable to find.

Ever intuitive, my Viking recognises the shift in my body. He has, after all, been the only man to ever instigate such wild and disgraceful impulses in me. There is a thud, which my mind attributes to the lash falling south, and then his hands are back on me again, roaming and exploring the length of my body.

“Well done, my sweeting,” he purrs into my right ear. “After all of your concern, you not only survived my lash, but you did yourself credit.”

The guttural sound which leaves my lips is met by a chortle from Anders, and his hands rise north, capturing my face and drawing it around to meet his eye. Just as soon as our gazes connect, his mouth descends, claiming me in a hard and frenzied way. I open for him, the moisture at the apex of my thighs increasing as his tongue penetrates my mouth over and over again. By the time he draws away, I am quite literally panting for him.

“Now I am going to love you,” he tells me, his tone unrelenting. “First, I am going to give you the pleasure you so desperately seek, and deserve, and then I shall claim you once more.”


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Chosen by the High Judge by Jaye Peaches

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Sentenced to an ancient ordeal, Zara must pay for her naughtiness with judicial spankings.

This Tuesday, the Never Ending Blog Tour brings us, Jaye Peaches, and her deliciously naughty release, Chosen by the High Judge.

After twenty-year-old Zara Webb is arrested for delinquent behavior while living as an exchange student in an alien colony, she is placed into the custody of High Judge Galen Hosta. For the duration of her sentence, she will live in Galen’s home and under his authority, and the stern, handsome warrior will have the right not only to punish her in any way he sees fit, but also to take her to his bed and enjoy her beautiful body in any way he pleases.

Within moments of her sentence being pronounced, Zara finds herself over Galen’s lap for a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking. But when she kneels at his feet, blushing crimson as she is made to thank him for her well-deserved punishment in the most humiliating way possible, she cannot hide her helpless arousal.

Over the coming days, Zara discovers that Galen’s mastery of her body will be far more thorough than she would have thought possible, yet even as she is brought to one intense, shameful climax after another, her need for him only grows stronger. But when her sentence is complete and she is no longer his prisoner, will she choose to stay by his side as his mate?

Publisher’s Note: Chosen by the High Judge is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Chosen by the Governor. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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“You’re a prisoner. You will earn my trust. If you behave, then I shall reward you with greater liberties. The first test is to take down your pants and bend over my lap. Now!”

Her mouth hung open for a few seconds. “But… but why?”

“Your ass needs tempering. And, I want to punish it.” He touched the back of the chair as if to claim it. “It’s time you took responsibility for the trouble you’re in, or have you forgotten what a naughty human you’ve been?”

The reprimand was the sort of silly thing her father might say to her when she’d done something wrong—naughty girl, Zara. Except when Galen said the words, they didn’t sound the slightest bit silly. He’d given them an edge, a hardness in his tone that made her pulse race and her skin tingle.

He pulled her to her feet. Before she could protest, he sat on the chair, drew her down and over his lap, and began to pull down her waistband. He dragged her pants down to her knees and as she wriggled, he did the same to her panties. No cool rush of air hit her skin; she was too hot to feel anything remotely refreshing. She clenched her ass cheeks tight together and went rigid.

Was this any less humiliating than being tied to a post and whipped while the world watched on? Probably, it certainly felt that way.

The smack of his hand on her ass caused her to jump up, so he grabbed her arm and pinned it behind her back, then hooked his leg over hers, preventing her from rising up. The next smack drove her deeper onto his lap until she felt the hard muscles of his thighs.

She squawked as he continued to switch from one buttock to another at a rapid pace and the noise echoed around his office in a horrible way, as if her bottom had been turned into a drum set.

“Oh, ow, ow!” she howled, feeling each slap meet her tense cheeks. She knew she should try to calm down, but she couldn’t. The more she battled against him, the harder his hand came down and the worse it felt.

She’d never been spanked before. It wasn’t horrendously painful or even agonizing, but it still damn well hurt. She tried to twist her bottom to one side, but he’d locked her in place with his firm grip.

“Keep still, little human,” he commanded and rained down a few more smacks.

Little human!

What an insulting remark—it made her sound weak. She humped his lap in protest and drummed her toes on the floor. Her panties joined her pants around her ankles. Now her legs were completely bare.

“You will learn to keep still or these spankings will last longer,” Galen said.


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An Unexpected Nanny by Constance Masters

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My childhood wasn’t the best. Luckily for me, my grandmother came to my rescue. She helped me through the hardest decision I’d ever made. Suddenly, that decision may be in jeopardy. I made a phone call to connect with a person affected by my decision, and an opportunity fell in my lap. One, that could put to rest my concerns, and offer endless possibilities. Who knew it would turn into something I thought would never happen to me?


I lost my wife to cancer and am struggling to raise my daughter alone. I’m a doctor and my schedule is hectic at best, I need a nanny that can make a connection with my daughter and care for her. I’ve fired a few nannies already, they were unable to put my daughter or myself at ease. I’m hoping the woman I’m going to interview will be our solution. Who knew we would connect with a spark of something more?

 Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of domestic discipline and sensual scenes. If these offend you, please do not purchase.

Brace yourselves, it’s time for your spanking… 😉


“Arms up.” he said.

“You want me naked?” Okay, she got being naked for a spanking when you were already that way. Making her undress in front of him, not for sex but for the specific purpose of a spanking was kind of embarrassing.

“Now, you’re shy! Yes, take off all your clothes.”

“I don’t know if I’m comfortable with that, what if I don’t, undress I mean?” He couldn’t make her, could he? Physically he could, but that would maybe be more embarrassing than doing it herself. In this instance anyway.

“Then I will do it for you.”

Yep there was that. “No, I’ll do it myself.” Her disgusting stockings with the holes went first, saving her dress and panties for last, to preserve what was left of her modesty. Vi saw a chance here for a lightening of the mood so to speak. She danced around in a circle, struggling with the zipper dramatically until she’d almost turned herself inside out. It was then she realized, the zipper wasn’t coming down and her act was more than a mere show. All the while she watched Curtis’ reaction to her antics. If he was amused, he kept it well hidden.

“Would you like me to help?” he asked.

His tone was snippy at best. “If you could just undo my zipper, please.” She backed up, so he could slide down the offending fastener, offering what she hoped was an enticing wiggle.

“Get on with it, Viola.” He slid down the zip.

Sadly, it wasn’t enticing enough apparently, maybe a little more hip action. Released from her trap finally, she pushed aside the fog that was slowing her movements and confusing her brain and upped the ante. If she was going to be forced to do this, she may as well give him a real show. She swung her hips and shimmied out of the dress while humming the only vaguely stripper like tune she knew, thanks to her grandma’s taste in music, Big Spender. “Would you like to have fun, fun, fun,” she sang seductively.

Curtis took her by the wrist and tossed her over his knee. “You,” he said, landing a very hard smack to the back of her panties, “are your own worst enemy.” He punctuated each word with a very hard slap.

“Ow, I was just trying—”

“I know exactly what you were trying. Now, you’ll see where that got you.” He didn’t speak again.

Vi yelled blue bloody murder as his hand bounced from one cheek to the other and back again. “Stop it you big bully!” she cried. “You’re hurting me!” She kicked so hard trying to get away that she almost fell over. As suddenly as it started, the spanking stopped. Was that it? Thank goodness, her backside was burning. “That hurt,” she said with a pout. “Thank you for stopping.” She waited for him to help her to her feet, but it didn’t happen.

“Stopping? In your dreams, sweetheart. I’m only just getting started.”


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Goldie’s Reckoning… #SatSpanks


It’s Saturday – phew! Thank goodness, it’s time for a spanking! 😉

This week, I’m bringing another delicious spanking scene from my naughty fairy tale, Goldie’s Surrender. If Goldie thinks one rugged bear is her reckoning, then how will she manage three?


“Do you think you deserve to be punished, Goldie?” It is Heath’s voice that questions me, and I spin to face him, mulling for a moment over what he has asked.

Do I deserve it? The answer is probably yes, I do deserve to be punished, but spanked? Spanked like a naughty little child? The whole idea feels preposterous. I know Logan spanked me that first night. For some reason I’d accepted the shameful humiliation then, although there’d felt little choice at the time. The second spanking had been amazing—sensual and fun, like a unique exchange of power. As I recall, I had been the one who actually asked Logan to turn me over his knee. He’d also punished me right here, over the table yesterday when I’d butted heads with Ethan. True, that had been fast and hard, but even standing in the corner afterwards doesn’t compare to this. This is different. What he proposes now is a penance. That all three of them take their turns spanking my behind as retribution for my actions.

I glance up at Heath, my eyes darting to all three of them. “Perhaps,” I murmur, not making eye contact with any of them. “But all three of you?”

Logan laughs. “It’s okay, little fawn,” he smiles. “We’ll space the spankings out, and we promise palms only.” He pulls me toward him, and I go meekly. “We will take care of you,” he murmurs. “It looks like the forest already caused you enough damage last night…”

I glance down, assessing the sore scratches on my arms and legs, and I have to agree with him. “Okay,” I whisper.

“Okay,” he repeats, his strong arms snaking to my waist. “So, you will be spanked, and you will clean the hallway, and in return, we shall forget all about your bad behaviour. Is that fair?”

I’m not convinced it’s fair at all, but the feeling of being warm and secure in his arms is so compelling that I nod, apparently unable to resist him.

“You’ll begin over my lap, little fawn,” Logan purrs, keeping me close as he reseats himself.

I sigh, accepting his verdict with some reluctance. I watch as he taps his lap with one large hand. “Come now,” he says with a smile. “Over my knee.”

I swallow hard, moving toward him and draping myself over his strong legs, my bound arms hanging low in front of me. Something about just being upturned over his lap makes my heart pace rapidly. He is so powerful, and in control, and me? I couldn’t stop him from spanking me even if I wanted him to, and I’m not really sure that I do.

The first swat lands without warning. The strike is hard and the sound rips through the kitchen. I think I gasp, but the noise is swallowed up by Logan’s large palm as it lands against my exposed and vulnerable bottom again.

“Why are you being spanked, little fawn?” Logan’s voice rings out from above me.

“I was selfish and reckless, sir,” I reply, repeating his earlier words back to him, and praying inwardly that they will suffice.

“Correct,” he answers me, just before the third swat strikes me. I feel the sting as it lands, warming the area in that dull ache I remember. “You will never. Ever. Put. Yourself. In. Danger. Again!” He accentuates each word with a new spank to my helpless backside, and I yelp, squirming at the sudden ferociousness of the onslaught.

“Are we clear, little fawn?” Logan roars from over me.

I pant in response, the arousal and embarrassment burgeoning inside of me. “Yes, sir,” I gasp. “I’m sorry.”

“Not yet,” he tells me as he spanks me again. “But you will be, Goldie. We are going to do what your Daddy should have done years ago. You will be punished soundly until you are contrite, and then you will be loved and comforted.”


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When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.

Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.

Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm, or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?

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The passion and the punishment… #WIPitup


It’s a hump day, Valentine’s! What could be more perfect? Time for a decent spanking, surely? This one comes from my Viking sequel, which I’m currently editing, and we join my protagonists in the middle of a powerful scene…


“Good,” he purrs, rubbing the orbs of my ass with his large palm. “Five more lashes, Aurelie,” he pronounces, “and these will be to your wet sex directly.”

I groan aloud, my only acknowledgement of his verdict before the leather comes crashing down against my exposed lips. The agony is intense and exquisite, shooting through me fast and hard, leaving me ragged with passion. “My Lofðungr, please,” I beg, although I have no idea what my plea concerns.

“That is number one,” he remarks, his voice full of unrestrained glee. “Count the remaining strokes for me.”

“Yes, My Lofðungr,” I gasp, already braced for the next.

It comes soon afterwards, striping my core with heat. “Two,” I breathe, trying to catch my breath as the pain gives way to my simmering, wet desire.

“Good, little sweeting,” he muses, as he lands the next stroke. This is hard and elicits a low, guttural sound from my mouth, and yet still the burgeoning arousal in me grows, pushing the pain to the periphery.

“Three, My Lofðungr,” I count, garnering my control from the excitement. This is the tipping point, the moment when the pleasure begins to outstrip the pain, and I bury my face into the cool covers as my body acknowledges it.

The fourth strike hits my throbbing sex, and this time my hips are pushed back waiting for it. The pain does register, but already it is being manipulated into something sweeter. My core is dripping with need at the intensity, and is testament to how I feel about Anders’ punishment. I mark the number of the stroke, ready at once for the next – and final – swat. As it lands I want to call out in triumph. Not only have I endured his pronounced sentence, but I have learned to enjoy it.

“Five,” I say, fighting to control my fervour.

I hear the sound of the lash hitting the bed beyond us, and the sensation as Anders’ fingers dip into my wetness.

“Oh, my love,” he murmurs as the extent of my arousal becomes evident to him for the first time. “How you love my lash!”

“Yes,” I reply, gasping as he slides two of his large fingers inside me, filling and withdrawing from me in their own sweet, rhythmic way.

“What do you need now, my wilful little girl?” The powerful Viking beneath me shifts, cupping my punished bottom with one hand as he pleasures me with the other.

I moan into the covers, pushing myself onto his digits. “You,” I pant. “I need you, My Lofðungr.”

The sound of his chuckle washes over me again. “I disagree, Aurelie,” he purrs.

His response is unexpected, and I twist my face back to see him. Our eyes connect, his expression thick with sin. “First you must be pleasured to climax, and only once you have found heaven in the indulgence I offer, will I take you.”


If you’ve not already met Anders and Aurelie, then read the beginning of their journey in, The Viking’s Conquest.

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A Naughty New Year

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It’s only February, and if you’re still swept up in New Year, then I have the perfect story for you…  In A Naughty New Year (only available only as part of the Mischief under the Mistletoe Anthology) we meet Kelly Evans. She’s nearly six months pregnant when her Dom husband, Jim, suggests they invite their closest friends over for a private New Year’s Eve party. Just a friendly get together, nothing kinky, and no champagne for either of the girls, since Kelly’s friend, Tiffany, was a month along further than she was. Given it’s New Year’s Eve, Kelly feels Jim’s no-champagne edict isn’t fair, but Jim warns her if she goes against his wishes, she will be punished. Though Kelly understands Jim’s reasoning, she still feels he’s merely being over-protective, and as much as she loves him a sip of champagne never hurt anyone. That is until now.

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When the other couple had left, Kelly regarded Jim with an uncertain look. “Would you have really punished Tiffany if she’d stayed?”

“You ever hear me make an idle threat?”

“No, Sir.”

“I’d say you got your answer, then. Why don’t we go to bed? We can clean up in the morning.”


“Bedroom,” he corrected. “You and I have some unfinished business to see to before we go to sleep. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Are you angry?” she asked softly.

Jim understood Kelly sought some reassurance from him, but he’d already buffered his response quite a bit in the kitchen and wasn’t sure further comforting would be in her best interest. So, he folded his arms across his chest and stared down at her. “No. Not angry. Did you drink champagne tonight?”

“Yes, Sir.” She bent her head as her voice emerged with the tentativeness of a frightened child. “Then, I suggest you go ready yourself while I fetch the cane.”

Her head snapped up. “Cane? But you said you’d use your hand.”

“No. I only stated the number you’d be receivin’, not how I intended to deliver ’em.”


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Carly’s Crush by Maddie Taylor

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Being stuck in the friend zone sucks. Even worse, the man of your dreams seeing you as nothing more than a kid. But what’s a shy girl to do when her secret crush for months won’t take the hint? Seduce him, of course!

Carly puts her plan into motion. One night, after closing the lingerie shop where she works, she slips into the sheerest scrap of nothing she can find, climbs on a table in the middle of the sales floor, and strikes a pose. Now, she waits for Trent, the head of mall security, to make his rounds and find her. Simple enough, right?

Except things go terribly wrong. Silent alarms are tripped, and Carly is left with one furious Alpha on her hands. Will she end up in the arms of the man of her dreams, or will her bottom, left bare by the skimpy black thong, end up paying for her unintended crime? Or, if she’s lucky, will she get both?

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“I’m going to spank you, Carly. Right here, right now. Before I lay you out on this table and make you my girl for real.” He extended his arm, palm up. “If you agree, take my hand, and we’ll get started.”

Her gaze dropped, and she stared at his palm, large enough to cover most of one

cheek with a single swat. It looked hard, and Trent was strong. Undoubtedly, it would hurt. It was the point of a spanking, right?

A mix of confusing emotions whirled inside her: exhilaration, panic, indignation—didn’t they recently establish she wasn’t a child—and desire. It was this last one which prevailed over all the others because the thought of his hands on her, touching her bare skin, soothing her with kisses and caresses—she hoped, when he finished—was what she’d dreamed of for so long.

Nervously, her tongue slipped out to wet her dry lips, at the same time the heat of arousal tingled between her thighs. “I haven’t ever been spanked before.”

“I won’t hurt you, Carly, not ever. You can trust me on this. But for scaring me the way you did and the risk you took—I could have been delayed. Then what? If the cops had shown up before me, they could have charged you with trespassing. I can only imagine what something of this nature would have done to your reputation.” He shook his head and blew out a breath slowly. “For that alone, your sweet ass will sting like it deserves to.”

The blazing anger of earlier was gone. In its place, a steely determination to see this through by making her behind pay the price. Surprisingly, her decision wasn’t hard to make.

She raised her hand and placed it in his. “I trust you, Trent.”

His warm fingers enveloped hers, her hand so much smaller than his, a good representation of the size disparity between them. But she wasn’t afraid, not of him or his strength, and when she gazed up at him through her tears, and his image wavered, it was from regret over what she’d done. “I really am sorry.”

His face softened, and she didn’t blink, not wanting to miss how his eyes deepened to a darker even more beautiful green. He dropped her hand and curled both of his around the sides of her neck. With his thumbs, he tipped her chin up farther and angled her head just so for his kiss. Trent took her lips, not soft or tentative, but hungry, consuming, claiming, and as his tongue delved deep, Carly melted against him.

The crush she’d nurtured as he’d held her at arm’s length, blossomed with his kiss, and a fullness invaded her chest. It could be from her heart thumping wildly, and how she gasped for air around his demanding mouth, but she sensed it was so much more.

When he raised his head, she was ready to be done with the punishment and get on with the forgiveness, so they could move past her incredible blunder of this evening and explore what else he’d promised.

Winded and slightly dizzy, her mind was busy working on a solution to their next problem. “So where do you want me? There are only tables out here. I could bend over one, but if you want me over your lap, the bench in the back room might be better, or the computer chair.”

His slow, tender smile was as intimate as his kisses. “You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you, Carly?”

“I want to be, Trent. So very much.”


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Goldie giveaway – the winner!


Thanks to everyone who took part in my recent Goldie giveaway – the response was absolutely awesome! The giveaway closed yesterday (the end of 10th February), and one lucky winner has now been selected at random.

And… {drum roll} The winner is, Tiffany Hook!

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The Viking’s attention… #SatSpanks


It’s finally the weekend, and with it comes the joy of #SatSpanks! I’m now fully immersed in my Viking edits, so today I’m thrilled to offer you more naughty delights from the book.

In this scene, we join Aurelie, once again at the mercy of her dominant Viking’s attentions…


His hands are on me, his hot flesh skimming over my cooler skin. I’m aware of one hand coming to rest at my shoulders, and the other sweeping down past the small of my back to the vulnerable, exposed orbs of my bottom.
“How I have missed you these last days, Aurelie,” he purrs from over me.
I open my mouth to respond, but all at once that hand is gone, replaced by a hard swat to my backside. The sting is immediate, warming the area, before his palm lands the second strike.
“These long days journeying home, and your impeccable behaviour has meant I have been remiss in my duties to redden your delicious bottom.” His voice has taken on a compelling sing-song quality, and I am almost lost in it, until the next swat lands. This one is much harder, and produces a small yelp from me. “You must accept my apology for that,” he says, breathlessly. “Know that now I am back in Lundborg, I will dedicate myself to giving you the attention you deserve.”
Three further strikes land in fast succession, creating a dull ache from behind me. My hips roll forward, an unfortunate, but inevitable consequence Anders’ spankings seem to produce in me.
“Yes, my sweeting,” he says, his voice vibrating over me. “You need this too, do you not?”
I moan at the next impact, taking a moment to absorb the pain before I answer him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I groan, feeling the moisture pooling between my thighs already. Whatever it is about being taken in hand by a powerful man, Anders has it in good measure. Somehow, only the sound of his voice can leave me wanting, let alone what he can do with the palm of his hand. 

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Black Light: Roulette Redux

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Curvy and Confident by Ellen Whyte

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In desperate need for money, Emma applies for a job with handsome
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make matters worse, she loses her temper during the interview and fudges
her credentials. Can she pull it off or will this end in tears? A sweet romance with no explicit adult scenes.

His Laughing Girl

Curvy chef Sophie Weston has given up on love. But when she is hired to
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Do as you’ve been told… #WIPitup


It’s mid-week, and it’s time to #WIPitup! In the aftermath of my big new release celebrations, I’m pleased to offer a sneak peek at something entirely new…


I swear he moves so fast that I can barely catch my breath before he’s right here with me, his clothed body pressing up against my nudity. “You’ve been warned, young lady,” he says. “You told me you want to yield, and whatever Delaney has to say, it begins right here and right now, Madelaine.”
“Y-yes sir,” I splutter in response. I don’t know what else to say, something about his show of authority has sucked the air from me.
He lowers his face into mine, his arms snaking behind me. One holds me in place at the waist, whilst the other clutches the orbs of my bottom. “Let me explain this to you, and I’m going to make it really simple for you, Madelaine.”
I pant up at his hard gaze, speechless for possibly the first time in my whole life.
“When I give you an order, it’s not your job to argue with me, to protest, or even to query it. It’s your job to comply. You do as you’ve been told.” His voice is so low now that the resonance vibrates down my body. “Is that clear, Madelaine?”


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Are you ready for ALL 3 shifters?

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I’m celebrating the release of Goldie Surrender with an extra special giveaway! I’m giving away a $10 (or £10 depending on where you are) Amazon gift card to one lucky reader! Check out the sexy snippet from the book below, and then like and share this post for a chance to enter!**


“You know it’s not going to be that easy, girl.” Logan’s voice has that commanding tone again, the one which sends electricity straight to my clitoris.

“Damn right it isn’t…” Ethan moves from beside Logan and saunters towards me. “If you have all three of us, it means you have to work three times harder.” He presses himself to my side, his hot arousal more than evident. “You have to be three times as energetic, three times as beguiling, and three times as obedient. Can you do that?”

I smile, heart racing in my chest. “I can,” I say, excitedly.

“Really?” laughs Logan. “Obedient? Are you sure, little fawn? As I recall, you didn’t find that so easy last night?”

I flush, feeling all of their attention on me. “I just needed a man to take charge,” I explain. “And I got one.”

“Make that three,” Logan says, his deep blue eyes assessing me wryly. “If you agree to one of us right now, then you agree to all three of us. Do you understand?”

His gaze is intense, and the severity in it pushes me to respond. “I understand,” I whisper. “All three of you.”


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**One winner will be chosen at random on Saturday, 10th February, and contacted via e-mail. Gift card will be supplied via e-mail.



Taming His Virgin Wife

Will patience and discipline be enough to save their marriage?

This Tuesday, I bring you a sexy domestic discipline release from Olivia Starke! In Taming His Virgin Wife, we meet Melody and Lucas…

I never expected forever when I married Lucas all those years ago. It was a dare, encouraged by one too many vodka shots. It’s surprising neither of us annulled the marriage. But the truth is, I can’t be a wife, not to any man, not even to sweet, wonderful Lucas, thanks to the monsters of my past that still haunt me to this day.

By some miracle, when I was desperate to save my brother, Lucas reappeared in my life. Lucas, who’d helped me so many times in the six months I’d shared his home as a sixteen-year-old foster kid. I had little choice but to take his offer—move with him to his Wyoming ranch and be his wife, for real this time. Lucas doesn’t know the reason I need the money, and it’s a secret I can’t tell.

Running into Melody in an Iowa bar seemed like fate. And when I heard she’s in trouble, I have to help her, because I’ve always felt protective over Melody. In my heart, she’s always been mine.

Now, that she’s with me at Devil Creek Ranch, I find it impossible to ignore the feelings I’ve carried for her since I was a seventeen-year-old kid. I want a wife, a partner in life as well as in my bed, but I know Melody is hiding something from me. Something I fear may drive us apart in the end.

 Publisher’s Note: This sweet romance contains elements of power exchange, adult language and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Check out this tantalising teaser from the book…


“You’re my wife, Melody. I have a right to know what’s going on in your life.”

His angry tone added fuel to her rising temper. She needed an outlet for the mess of emotions she was feeling—guilt, pain, sadness, confusion. But she had no place to put them except deep inside. She jumped to her feet, and tried to brush past Lucas to get to her bedroom. She didn’t want to argue.

“Wait,” he said, grabbing her arm, “we’re not done here.”

She tried to jerk her arm away but he held fast.

“Let me go,” she hissed.

“Not until you tell me what’s going on, Melody.”

“Let me go,” she repeated.

“You will obey me in my own home.”

Obey? She hadn’t agreed to obey anyone.

“I’m not one of your employees, Lucas.”

When she tried to jerk her arm away again, and he didn’t release her, her temper snapped. She slapped him hard across the face, the sound of the blow echoing loudly in the room. Lucas’ face turned a frightening shade of red, and it took Melody several moments to realize what she’d done.

“So, that’s how it is, is it?” Lucas said through his teeth.

Fear swept through Melody. He’d kick her out now. She’d lost any hope of saving her brother’s life.

Lucas bent down, picked her up, and flung her over his shoulder. Shocked, she squealed as he marched down the hallway and into her bedroom. He deposited her on her bed, but kept hold of her as he sat down next to her. The next thing she knew she was draped across his lap, face down, and bottom up. She sputtered, and tried to wriggle away, but the palm of his hand came down on her backside in a stinging smack!


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Sexee-Reads: Valentine’s Day Giveaway!

Valentine’s giveaway!

I’m thrilled to be able to announce my participation in this absolutely AWESOME Valentine’s giveaway.

I join countless other USA Today and Amazon bestselling authors in offering you a selection of sensational hot and sexy reads, to heat up your Valentine’s day!

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Goldie’s Surrender is LIVE!

New Release!

It’s finally the weekend, and I am so happy to announce that Goldie’s Surrender is now LIVE!

What if the fairy tale is real?

We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears’ humble abode while wandering through the woods. You’d always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?

Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home…

In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie’s surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?

Publisher’s Note: Goldie’s Surrender includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Grab your copy at Amazon right now, and get devoured by the three bears today! 😉

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The then and now… #WIPItUp


It’s midweek, and #WIPItUp time! With Goldie’s Surrender just about to release, my attention is turning back to my naughty Vikings. In this scene, we find Anders and Aurelie reminiscing about where their romance first blossomed…


The feast commences, and we are offered plate after plate of meats and breads, plus other local delicacies. I do not have much of an appetite, but I manage a little and join the men in a glass of deep red wine. I glance around me as the meal continues, taking in the sights and scents of the scene. I am reminded of the merriment which had taken place in the Viking camp when I was little more than Anders’ latest conquest. Then, after my public punishment, and humiliation, he had ordered his men to bind me naked at his feet whilst he gorged himself with his men. I shift in my seat at the memory, rightly disgusted at my past treatment, and yet, also undeniably aroused at the thought of it.

I have never understood my body’s response to Anders’ alpha male display of authority, and yet even now the recollection of my degradation at his hands makes me hot and wet. I inhale deeply, trying to calm myself, and as though he can read my mind, he leans into my right ear.

“What is it, my love?” he murmurs as he chews on a hunk of freshly baked bread. “You seem agitated – are you well?”

I can already feel the heat of the blush which engulfs my face at his query, and his eyes widen in acknowledgement. “I was only thinking of the last feast we attended together,” I whisper. “At your camp outside Donrose. Do you recall?”

His smile is salacious at he answers me. “I do,” he purrs, eyeing my flaming cheeks. “As I remember, you were in bondage at my feet, My Lady?” His brow cocks at the suggestion, and heat gathers at my core.

“Yes, “I murmur, barely able to take a breath. “I was…”

His grin widens. “And now you are here at my side, Aurelie. Which do you prefer, I wonder?”

I lower my eyes at the intensity of the question, swallowing back my embarrassment before I can answer. “I much prefer my place here,” I whisper. “Though I do miss the bondage, My Lofðungr, and your discipline.”

My blush increases at the admission, and he chuckles at my honesty. “Those issues can easily be rectified, my sweeting,” he replies, lifting my right hand and kissing my knuckles. His hot breath dances over my flesh, and I find I am panting in response, quite unable to answer him.


Anders and Aurelie will return later in 2018 – watch this space for more news and hot snippets!


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Learning to be Little

#The Never Ending Blog Tour

This Tuesday, I’m excited to bring you, Kathryn R. Blake’s latest age play romance, Learning to be Little.  In the book, and after a bleak childhood in foster care, Kelly’s growing mistrust has her running away again and again. Homeless and penniless, with no relatives to harbor her and a penchant for escaping her caretakers, Kelly is finally handed over to one of the few parish orphanages remaining in existence until she turns eighteen, when she is released.

Possessing only a little money, few skills, and even fewer resources, Kelly’s attempts at job hunting end up with her prowling the streets in desperation – until a wealthy stranger makes her a proposition she is too cold and hungry to refuse. Though it isn’t until he takes her home that she realizes just what she’s gotten herself into.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains elements of power exchange, and dynamics of age-play as well as discipline. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Check out this NSFW snippet…


“So even though I found you on the streets, you retain an aura of inexperience about you. In some ways, I suppose, I am your first, then.”

When she nodded again, he smiled. “That also pleases me more than I can say. Your innocence enchants me, little Kelly.”

“It does?”

“Very much so. Although your erotic education appears to be severely lacking, so we’ll begin tutoring you tonight by working to expand your vocabulary.”

“You want to give me a lesson in dirty talk? Now?”

“Oh, yes. However, I also need you to keep in mind that if you slip and say any of these words outside of this room, I shall have to punish you. These are big girl words. Little girls are never to use them. Understand?

Though she hadn’t expected him to offer her lessons in erotic language tonight, she’d play along. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He pressed his finger inside her again. “Say, please finger-fuck my pussy, sir.”

Her cheeks burning hotly, she gazed up at him in surprise.

He gave her thigh a light slap. “That was an order, and I expect to be obeyed. Disobedience will earn you smacks, even in here.”

Swallowing the lump of uncertainty lodged in her throat, she whispered, “Please finger-fuck my pussy, sir.”

“Good girl.” He pressed two fingers into her as his thumb circled her clit.

“Ahh,” she sighed, her back bowing into an arch as her hips jerked in time with his thrusts. He knew precisely how to coax pleasure from her eager body.

“Feel good?”

“Yes, sir,” she managed through gritted teeth.

“Beg me to let you come.”

Her eyes snapped open. “What?”

He bent closer to her. “Say, ‘I want to come, sir. Please say that I may.’ ” His fingers didn’t stop their erotic stroking.

“I don’t understand.”

His fingers stilled, and she groaned. “I want to hear you beg for your orgasm.”

“What happens if I… come… anyway?”

“Ahh. Well, that would be considered an act of willful disobedience, so I would have to spank you.”

“You would? Why?’

“To intensify your pleasure, sweet one. Everything we do in this room will be for pleasure, Kelly. I don’t punish in here. At least not as a rule.”

“So, you spank for pleasure, too?”

His grin widened. “Most definitely.”

“But spankings hurt.”

“When interspersed with intimate caresses, they can also awaken nerve endings that feed the pleasure center of your brain.”

“I don’t think I’d like that.”

He chuckled. “Maybe not, but you won’t know until you try. Will you?”

“I guess not, but some other time, okay?”

Sitting back on his heels, he gazed down at her. “That’s not for you to decide.”

“Why not?”

“My room, my rules. I say what happens here and what doesn’t.” One eyebrow arched, and he pressed his fingers inside her again with a little more force than was comfortable. She grunted, then his middle finger curled slightly and his thumb returned to circling the tiny nub of sensitive flesh between her legs.

Kelly gasped.

“Don’t come until I give permission.”

“Please, sir,” Kelly begged, beginning to pant as the erotic sensations quickly built to the point that her legs shook from her efforts at restraint.

“Please what?” His attentions increased in tempo.

“Please let me come. Ahh,” Kelly cried out, her hips thrusting back in unison with his thrusts. Her entire body started to quake as she teetered on the edge of something wonderful.

“Come,” he whispered, and Kelly’s orgasm crashed like huge cymbals reverberating through her. Her arms and legs trembled as they rode the waves of incredible pleasure emanating from the tiny bud nestled in the juncture of her thighs. Unable to do anything but journey where her body took her, she closed her eyes until her breath emerged in open-mouthed gasps as her system floated down from its sensual flight.


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Goldie’s Surrender releases on Saturday, February 3rd!

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Goldie’s Reckoning – #SatSpanks #Spanking


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It’s one week today until Goldie’s Surrender hits e-readers, and I’m so excited for my readers to finally meet the naughty little minx, and her three hot bears!

Here’s a sexy discipline scene from the book – just to whet your appetites… 😉


“Why are you being spanked, little fawn?” Logan’s voice rings out from above me.

“I was selfish and reckless, sir,” I reply, repeating his earlier words back to him, and praying inwardly that they will suffice.

“Correct,” he answers me, just before the third swat strikes me. I feel the sting as it lands, warming the area in that dull ache I remember. “You will never. Ever. Put. Yourself. In. Danger. Again!” He accentuates each word with a new spank to my helpless backside, and I yelp, squirming at the sudden ferociousness of the onslaught.

“Are we clear, little fawn?” Logan roars from over me.

I pant in response, the arousal and embarrassment burgeoning inside of me. “Yes, sir,” I gasp. “I’m sorry.”

“Not yet,” he tells me as he spanks me again. “But you will be, Goldie. We are going to do what your Daddy should have done years ago. You will be punished soundly until you are contrite, and then you will be loved and comforted.”


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Add Goldie at Goodreads!

Felicity New Release!

I finally have a release date for Goldie’s Surrender! The book is set to go live at Amazon on February, 3rd, and that means there’s only just over a week to go…

I just revealed my brand new cover, and if you missed the big reveal, then here it is!

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It goes without saying that I love it! 😉

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A time for transitions – #WIPItUp


It’s the middle of the week again, and I am knee-deep in my Vikings!  I have Vikings on my mind, they’re on my screen, and at my finger-tips. Hell, I’m even dreaming about Vikings right now! 😉 Anders and Aurelie will return again in 2018, but this time there are a host of new obstacles for them to overcome. This snippet sees a fresh dynamic in their relationship, but only time will tell if their love is strong enough to overcome the hurdles fate has thrown in their way…


“Aurelie.” The King’s voice is serious, and his hand moves to my wrist, pulling me closer. “Take care of my boy.” He squeezes my flesh as best he can, his muscles weakening as his fingers fall to my digits.

“I will, My Lofðungr,” I reply, my own eyes pricking with tears. After everything, I have come to love him in my own way. He has been nothing but kind and supportive since I arrived in Lundborg – a friend to me, and an advocate. “I vow I will always take care of him.”

The King pulls his lips into a painful smile. “I know you will, my dear,” he murmurs, the weight of whatever ails him clearly growing. “And you Anders,” he twists his head as best he can towards his son. “Remember what I have told you. Be a wise and fair ruler, and a considerate husband. She is a beautiful lady. Discipline her when you must, but Anders, promise me you will always love her.”

I glance to my husband, watching his handsome face conflicted with the turmoil. A part of him inside is dying along with his father, yet he knows what responsibility lies ahead, and that he must face it like a Viking. And that means head on, and without fear.


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Imperfect Monster by Jennifer Bene

Author promotion.


It’s the beginning of a new week, and I am thrilled to be joined by USA bestselling author, Jennifer Bene, and her hot dark release, Imperfect Monster.

Cold, ruthless, vicious.

I’m Paulo García’s monster, and I’d swallowed that bitter pill whole, learned to deal with it… until she stormed into the house like some avenging Valkyrie.

Brave, stupid, beautiful.

Nicky just wants to save her brother. She showed up with an envelope full of cash and a smart mouth and found herself in a den of monsters. I wish I could say I was the best of them, I wish I could say I wanted to protect her — but I’m far from perfect and she’s so damn sweet.

And all I want is a taste before this world destroys her.

Check out this NSFW dark snippet from the book…


Switching my hands to her hips I yanked her down the table, splitting her thighs around me, exposing her pink folds. Not wet. Yet. I could get her there. Nicky panicked when I ripped open the button to my pants, crying harder and trying to turn away. I almost flipped her onto her belly, but I wanted to see her face. Needed to.

I wrapped my arm around her thigh to hold her where I wanted her as I shoved everything out of the way, groaning in my chest as I wrapped a fist around the base of my cock. So tantalizingly close to her pussy. It would take so little effort to shove in, to hold her down… condom. After digging in my pocket I tore the foil between my teeth and rolled it on.

“No, no, no…” Nicky was pulling back, withdrawing, her eyes clenched tight as she shook her head back and forth on the table.  “Why? I didn’t do anything—” She was crying again, her voice tinted with the pathetic sound of it. “I didn’t do anything to you!”

There was a twinge in my chest, somewhere inside the inky blackness eating away at everything except the urge to own her, to take her while she was still her. Before Diego could have her, before Paulo ruined her. Her next sob was like a ripple in the black, and I ripped her up from the table, fist buried in her hair. Eyes open, wide and afraid on mine.

“Please,” she whispered, close enough to my face that I felt her exhale. Another shudder in the black, a flicker of something almost human.

I crushed her to my chest, my other arm moving around her waist to hold her in place so I could roll my hips against her, rubbing my latex-clad cock against her soft flesh. Her hair smelled like sunlight, warm and summery, and I clenched my jaw as I brushed my stubble against her neck. Women were always nervous in my bed, a hint of fear as they wondered what I’d do to them, and more often than not there was pain along with the pleasure. I didn’t do gentle, I couldn’t, but they always signed up for it. They wanted to taste the darkness. Nicky had just wanted to save her brother. Feeling the shiver rush through her muscles, the grip of her thighs around my hips, the hitched expansion of her ribs — it was perfect. She was perfect, and I didn’t want to ruin it… did I?

More importantly, could I stop myself?


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The Viking lash – #SatSpanks


It’s finally the weekend, and time for Saturday spanks! 😉 This scorching snippet is from the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest, which will be available soon!


The swish of the lash reaches my ears before its soft leather tresses caress my skin. I arch in to the impact, my body yielding to the intensity as the pain washes over me. My mind free-falls as he swings the leather at me again, my skin coming to life with each of its agonising kisses.
“Do you need this, my sweeting?” Anders’ voice vibrates next to me.
“Oh yes, My Lofðungr,” I reply, breathlessly. “I have missed you.”
All at once he appears at my side, his breath hot against my cheek as he gazes at me. “Missed me?” Anders repeats. “Why, Aurelie, it has only been a couple of days since I last punished you?”
I bite my lip, but am unable to stop my hips from rolling forward in response to my Viking’s words. “I know,” I whisper, lowering my eyes as I answer him. “Yet I find that I need your discipline more and more, My Lofðungr?”
He grins at me, snaking his hands around my back and drawing my bound body forward. My arms strain against the binds, but my torso moves as he commands, my beading nipples grazing his naked chest as they make contact with him. “My, my, Aurelie,” he growls. “You are so exquisite.”

© Felicity Brandon, 2018.


If you haven’t met Anders Elksrom before, then check out the bestselling Viking romance, The Viking’s Conquest now! Don’t forget to join the rest of the #SatSpanks blog hop for more hot discipline excerpts.


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Cowgirl Thrill Rider

Author promotion.

My new take on the fairy tale, Goldilocks, is out with my ARC readers, and whilst I take a breath, I am thrilled to host Sahalie Blue & Sterling Scott’s new hot release, Cowgirl Thrill Rider!

The book takes a sexy look at the golden age of rodeo for a Nebraska cowgirl.

 Polly Duffy had learned to ride horses almost before she could walk. She loves to ride more than anything. In 1916, at age fourteen, she enters a steer riding contest at the local county fair and wins, never to look back. She becomes addicted to the thrill of the ride be it relay races, bronc busting or steer riding.

 Her pioneer mother wants a better life for her daughter since she believes a woman’s place is far from the rodeo arena. But Polly is determined to ‘cowgirl up’ – to step up to the challenge, and prove that she can ride that ornery, bucking bronc despite being a diminutive female.

 Polly’s riding skills bring her to the attention of Texas Jack, a Wild West show promoter. She joins his traveling show in 1920, where she meets champion steer wrestler and bronc rider Buck Delmar. Polly is determined to make it big herself and, with the help of immigrant Cossack trick riders, soon becomes a talented, famous performer, thrilling audiences with her death-defying stunts on horseback.

 She and Buck later join the rodeo circuit, where she competes in trick riding. The hardest, most dangerous, tricks earn the most prize money. As her addiction to the thrill of winning – and the money – grows, she risks reputation and virtue, while putting her life in jeopardy. 

 Can Buck help her achieve her dreams with his loving guidance and discipline?

 Note: This sweet, spirited romantic western contains elements of domestic discipline and explicit love scenes.

Check out this tantalising teaser, and then grab your own copy of this wicked western!


Buck took a deep breath and sat in one of the chairs opposite the colonel’s. He motioned for Polly to sit in the other.

“I am so disappointed in your sneaky behaviour. I thought we shared everything. What were you thinking, riding that Brahman?”

She defended her actions. “The Colonel said the ride will help me in the final standings, to win the championship title.” “Is that all you care about? Do you know how dangerous those bulls can be? What if you were injured?”

She stubbornly replied, “Like the Colonel said, there really was no danger. I wasn’t afraid. I’ve ridden worse.”

He dug in his heels. “Think about our daughter. She adores you! How would she feel if she lost her mother?” Shaking his head, he added, “No, I forbid you to ride another Brahma bull, ever again. It’s too dangerous.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Honey, I’ve been very fair with you. You do know there aren’t many men that would allow their wives to work at a man’s profession, don’t you? It’s bad enough I get razzed for letting you compete.” Buck stood, and paced back and forth in the small room. “I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard comments like, ‘Women got no business on a bucking horse’, or, ‘Women should be havin’ babies, not riding broncs’”, he mimicked a whiney voice.

She huffed, “As you know, I’ve heard my share of those comments too!”

“I know. I get that, but do you understand how hard it is for me sometimes, to let the criticism and teasing roll off me? Many of these Joes are just itchin’ for a fight, and I have to swallow my pride and walk away.”

Polly’s brow wrinkled in thought. “No, I didn’t know that. I’m sorry. Do you want me to quit?”

Pulling her into his lap, he sat down and stroked her cheek. “No. You don’t need to be sorry for wanting to follow your heart’s dream. I believe the good Lord put us on this earth for a reason, and your reason for being is, to be a champion cowgirl rider. I would never deny you that. But, the issue here is that you didn’t talk to me—you didn’t trust me. And, for that, I’m going to spank you.”

She looked him straight in the eye, and for a moment, he thought she might fight him. Then, she sighed, “Yes, Buck.”

“Get up. Everything off, you will be bare for this one. You must have known this would happen.”

She stammered, “I…I guess I didn’t think it through.”

“No, you didn’t. Remember when I said your ass is mine? Now, over my knee so I can remind you of that fact.”


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Meet the intruder… #WIPItUp


It’s hump day, and it’s time for a new excerpt from my forthcoming erotic fairy tale based on the new adventures of Miss Goldie Locks… In this scene, Goldie lays eyes on two of her three handsome bear-men for the very first time!


“Settle down, girl!” he says, his tone unwavering as he holds me in place.

“I am no girl!” I screech, bringing my right fist smashing down against his torso. I had meant to target his chest, and yet he’s so tall that I barely even reach it.

He grabs the offending wrist in a heartbeat, looking down at me with a smile. “My, my, you are quite the unruly imp, aren’t you?”

I shriek in defiance, stamping my foot down on the floorboards below me.

“Settle down, or I will be forced to make you settle…” His warning is soft, but I recognise the threat nonetheless.

“Y- you… You can’t!” I stammer.

“I can,” comes the reply. “This is my house, and my rules are the law here. You came without permission, and took what you wanted without consideration. Now, tell me, who are you?” His tone is so low, that it’s almost a growl and for one long moment, I look up into his face. I am utterly terrified, but refuse to let this brute see it.

“I will not!” I snap, ceasing to struggle in his large hands, but turning my face away from his insistent gaze.

“Good grief, Logan!” A voice from the doorway sends my heart spiralling back into a frenzy once more. “It seems our little burglar is quite the petulant one!”

I twist to my right, seeing yet another giant looming over me. This one doesn’t seem quite as tall as the one who still holds me steadfast in his hands, and his blond locks are quite in contrast to the first.

“She is indeed!” comes the hearty response of the dark-haired one. What had he called him? Logan? “Quite the high-spirited, girl!”

“I am not a girl,” I cry again. “I’m a rich, smart woman, and I will be missed!”

I blink at them both for a second, cursing the note I’d left for Harry. He’ll think I’m sunning myself in California by now. He won’t even be worrying about my absence.

The blond one moves in behind me, and although he stops just short of touching me, I can’t help but gasp at the sudden and close proximity. Now they both tower over me. I am completely helpless, and although I know it, the thought makes me wild with resentment.

“You are an intruder in this cottage.” It’s the blond one talking again, yet I cannot bring myself to turn and look upon him. “Nothing more, and nothing less. Whoever you are, you should be thoroughly punished for your deeds.”

Punished? PUNISHED? The rage in me contracts, tightening until I can barely take a breath. “You shall do no such thing!” I spit at the dark-haired one. “No one has ever punished me!”

“Then,” says Logan, his tone quiet and contemplative. “Perhaps someone should have…”


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Kai by Valerie Ullmer

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This Tuesday, I’m pleased to bring you Kai by Valerie Ullmer.  There are two words that describe Kai. 

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Remote and Deadly.

And until six months ago, he was fine with that description. But when the vampire assassin spots a curvaceous woman, a human no less, who would come to fill his thoughts, he would gladly shake his persona for a moment in time with her. Instead, he kept his distance, watching out for her and learning more about her every time their paths crossed. But he had yet to speak to her. When a turn of events thrusts her into his solitary life, he must decide whether to complete his assignment, or protect her.

Olivia Sabin had dedicated her life to her work; finding a cure for cancer. She had hidden behind the mask of a scientist who cares little about anything beyond her laboratory, and for a long while she believed it herself. But when a mysterious man came to frequent the diner she visited nightly, her awareness of him devastated her concentration, and she came to look forward to the glimpses of him, however brief.

When she stumbles upon a horrific experiment at work, she knows he’s the only one she can turn to. She’s willing to sacrifice everything in order to protect him and others of his kind from the same fate. But first, she needs to find a way to get him to hear her explanation.

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Her eyes captured his.  A sliver of silver shone through as he stared right back at her from across the room.  Her eyes dropped and she watched his chest rise and fall with deep, harsh breaths.  He wasn’t unaffected by her touch, and she savored the evidence of his need for her, but he warred with himself about something her muddled brain couldn’t solve, so she decided to take the decision out of his hands.  Without any further thought, she reached for the hem of her shirt.

“What are you doing?” he growled.

Without an answer, she lifted the garment over her head and dropped it.  She ignored her trembling fingers as she raised them to the front opening of her bra, and with a snap of her fingers, the hooks detached and she shrugged it off.

Her cheeks fused with heat.  She’d never been as bold with another man, but she craved him in a way she couldn’t explain.  Her mind had taken a hiatus the second he touched her, and she refused to overthink the reasons why.  She wouldn’t allow logic to ruin this moment.  It was simple.  She wanted him, and unless he outright rejected her, she planned to seduce him.

Her numb fingers fumbled with the button of her jeans, but at that moment, he lunged at her, sweeping her up in his arms, and plundered her mouth.

His hands skimmed against the bare skin of her waist and moved them higher, until his generous hands cupped her breasts.  A harsh cry echoed around them as his thumbs brushed against her tight nipples, drawing out sensations she grew more and more addicted to.  A groan of protest escaped when he removed a hand, but when he tugged on the last remaining article of her clothing and the material ripped, she mewed in encouragement, hoping he would hurry.

Her hands skimmed underneath his Henley, and she sucked in a sharp breath as she encountered his hot skin.  Not leaving him any room to change his mind, she fumbled with the shirt until it rested near hers on the floor.

She pressed close to him, searching and finding his mouth after they’d been separated.  With his sculpted chest pressed against her soft one, her body felt scorched, as though she’d touched an open flame.  Keeping his mouth on hers, he removed the tattered remnants of her clothing, and yanked down his sweats, kicking them out of the way.

“Slow down, darlin’.  We have all night,” he growled as he nipped her lower lip.

Her hands splayed on his chest when a sudden thought popped into her head.  She blurted out her question before reason planted its ugly head.  “Can I touch you?”

A loud groan ripped from his throat, and he dropped his forehead against hers.  His breathing sounded as unsteady as hers, but she had no idea when she would have another opportunity to explore a man, much less a man who was as beautiful as Kai.  She waited for his answer, not wanting to rush him, or sway him one way or the other.

“I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he said through gritted teeth.

She pushed at his chest until he looked at her.  He stepped back and put a little space between them.  His silver eyes shone with a brightness that reminded her of the sun emerging from the clouds, and they blinded her for a second.  She blinked to break the spell, and looked down at his powerful chest, heaving with deep breaths.

Moving with ease, she splayed her hands on the sinewy muscles and leaned forward, licking his damp pectoral, teasing him a little before her tongue flicked his nipple.  She leaned back and blew lightly on the wet, heated skin.  The muscles in his neck corded as he threw his head back and gasped at her motions.  Taking this as a good sign, she repeated with the other, until a near-constant snarl vibrated through his chest, the seductive reverberation traveling through her.

“You’re going to kill me with your lips alone.”

Kissing her way down his stomach, she smiled against his skin at his statement.

“Not before I feel you inside me,” she teased.

She continued with her exploration, barely aware of his strangled groan, taking the time to caress his hips and run her hands over his powerful thighs and around to his taut buttocks, all while not allowing herself a peek at his erection.  The anticipation of what she had yet to explore, and the examination of every inch of what made Kai, Kai, had set a deep, addictive throbbing inside her core.  She wanted him to find the same pleasure that he promised in his gaze, so when she dropped to her knees, she allowed herself to take his cock in her hand.  Instead of examining it as she would under normal circumstances, her tongue darted out and she had her first taste of his skin.

Unsure of how to proceed, she went with her instincts and flattened her tongue underneath the base, licking him in one long, fluid motion until she reached his tip.  One last, long lick drew a shout that turned into a low moan as she opened wide and engulfed the head of his cock.  She teased the tip, licking at his essence, before taking the rest deep in her mouth.


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Making the Rules by Ashe Barker

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A good, honest, bare-bottom spanking never fails to clear the head…

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I am thrilled today, to bring you Ashe Barker’s latest scorching release,

Making the Rules.

When twenty-five-year-old forensic sociology student Lily Jamison travels to a small town in West Yorkshire to investigate the mysterious disappearance of a young girl, she expects to be working alone. But then Ben Tyler offers his help, and before Lily knows it the handsome former Chicago police officer has taken charge and made it his business to keep her safe, even if that means baring her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking when she disobeys him.

Ben’s firm-handed dominance and strict correction leave Lily deeply aroused, and when he takes her in his arms and shows her how a man masters a woman properly, she cannot help begging for more. But as Lily gets closer to the truth, she becomes ever more reckless. When she pushes things too far with her impulsive behaviour, will Ben be prepared to punish her as thoroughly and shamefully as necessary to convince her that he is the one making the rules?

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Ben released his grip on her hand. Lily closed the door to the room behind her and leaned back on it, barely able to believe what she was doing. She’d actually come here, in the middle of the night, to the home of a man, a man near enough a total stranger, to ask him to spank her.

What if he was some sort of deranged madman? A sadist? A pervert? All of the above? She knew next to nothing about Ben Tyler, yet here she was, in his bedroom of all places. And what if he wasn’t content to stop at just a spanking? She wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. She shouldn’t be here, she really shouldn’t.

The sudden rush of good sense had barely crystallised in her head before Ben caught her by the shoulders. He whirled her around so her back was pressed against the door and he brought his mouth down across hers in a kiss that quite literally stole her breath away. Stunned momentarily, Lily could only part her lips in response to his demanding pressure, and reeled as he darted his tongue between her teeth. He curled it around hers in a sensuous dance, and her knees buckled.

Ben appeared to sense her imminent collapse and tightened his hold, inserting his knee between her legs to hold her upright. Lily looped her hands together behind his neck and simply hung on.

He broke the kiss after a few moments, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Holy fuck, I’ve wanted to do that since I saw you yesterday.”

“Me too,” she whispered, only now allowing that desire to surface and take form. “I wanted… I mean, I thought…”

“I know.”

She should have bristled at his response, his confident certainty. Instead, she welcomed it, wanted to drown in it. Craved more of it.

“Are we, I mean, should we… Do you want me to take my clothes off?” He had said bare bottom, but she was uncertain just how much nudity that actually meant.

“Well, that’d be nice but let’s just check we’re on the same page here.” He lifted his head and took her chin in his palm, angling her face up so she had to meet his gaze. “You’re here because you want to try a spanking. Am I right, Lily?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “I was wondering… I mean, it might… I watched some videos.”

“Videos?” He grinned at her. “I can imagine. And now you want to try it for yourself. You’re curious, right?”

“I suppose so. It’s just… I can’t really explain but I wanted to know how it would feel. How it would make me feel. You said it would relieve stress…”

“So curious that you come out, on your own, in the middle of the night?” He lifted one dark blond eyebrow. “Jesus Christ, girl, you’ve fucking earned a spanking for that alone. If you were my submissive you’d get what you deserve and not sit down for a week.”

“What are you talking about?” A prickle of unease snaked down Lily’s spine. “I thought… I mean, it looked like it might be fun, that it might even help me. I don’t want you to hurt me. What do you mean, ‘your submissive’?”

He stepped back. “You’re right. We are here to have fun and to give you your first taste of a spanking. It will hurt, but I think you already know that. It’s a nice sort of hurting though and we can stop whenever you like. That’s a fun spanking. For a moment there I was talking about something entirely different and definitely not why we’re here. I apologise if I frightened you, but you need to know I care about you and you scared me shitless just then. Promise me you won’t go wandering about on your own in the middle of the night.”

“But I was perfectly safe.”

“Just promise me, please. Humour me. I’m from New York.”

“Okay. I promise.”

He kissed her again. “Good girl. Now, you can get undressed if you like.”


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You don’t know when to stop – #SatSpanks #Menage #AlphaMales


It’s the weekend, and my edits are back with my publisher, so it shouldn’t be long until I can finally unleash Goldie, and her three dominant bears! In the meantime, enjoy this #SatSpanks, in which she gets the punishment she so badly deserves. 😉


It all happens so fast. One moment I am standing next to him, and the next he has grabbed my arm, and guided me towards the end of the wooden kitchen table. Without ceremony, he pushes me down over it, so that my hips land against the edge of the wood. I gasp at the speed of the action, twisting my head to try and see him, but all I can make out is the smug, smiling face of Ethan, seated to my right.

Logan holds my left arm into the small of my back, deliberately pushing the fabric of his long shirt north, exposing my upturned bottom to the room. When I reach round to try and stop him, he captures my second wrist with ease. “You, young lady,” he says from behind me. “Just do not know when to stop.”

I blanche, his description of me all too apt. “Logan!” I whine, stamping my feet below me. “Let me up!”

“Not a chance,” he tells me. “You will be spanked right here, until you learn some manners! And when I am satisfied, then you will apologise to Ethan for your tone.”

“I will not!” I mutter, but even as I speak, his left hand has seized both of my wrists, pushing them down against my bare skin, and his right hand leaves my flesh.

I brace myself, squeezing my eyes shut, and no longer able to manage Ethan’s self-satisfied face. The weight of Logan’s palm cracks down over my vulnerable behind, and I draw in a loud gasp.


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Spy by Maggie Carpenter

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 Natalie Freeman, a headstrong, talented art historian, is staring in shock at the man who has broken into her hotel suite. He also broke his promise and her heart two years before. Her fury at his betrayal still burns in her soul, but she’s never stopped craving his decadent desires and take-charge passion.

 Oliver Barton, a spy for a secret organization, has been searching for the red-headed spitfire since circumstances ripped them apart. He has finally found her, and to his dismay she’s working for a ruthless Russian gangster, Victor Pichenko. 

 But Oliver is on assignment, and though he can rescue her from the clutches of the murderous mobster, the perilous mission will put them both in grave danger.

 SPY stars an edgy British tough guy, a wily willful woman, salacious sex and sizzling suspense. If you enjoyed the best selling Motorcycle Master and Cowboy by this author, you’ll love this riveting romance.  

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When we were separated I wasnt a monk, but you were always with me, always on my mind, and I was always wishing I was with you.

Youve made me all gooey.

Like soft caramel? Then Ill have to eat you up, he purred, softly kissing her neck, but what was it you were thinking about when I walked in?

How amazing it is when we have sex.

We dont have sex. Sex is mundane, boring, yawnsville.

If its not sex what is it?

Its possession, he said huskily, moving his lips to her ear. Its all-consuming lust, its my devouring you, every part of you, your luscious body, your mind and your heart.

She was utterly lost before hed even finished speaking, and as his mouth kissed its way to her breasts and hungrily sucked her nipples, she moaned loudly and raised her chest.

Its owning your pussy, he breathed, slipping his fingers between her legs, making you wet like this, then ravaging you with my cock.

Moving on top of her, he placed his member at her entrance and thrust home, and as he began to stroke she clung to his back, loving the feel of his powerful member and the rasping of his chest hairs against her nipples.

Its bending your body to my will, he continued huskily, controlling its responses, feeling your willing surrender.

Yes, she bleated, yes, its all those things.

I can take you higher and higher, he purred, his lips at her ear as he accelerated. You can feel me lifting you.

God, Oliver, yes.

And I can bring you back down, he crooned, slowing his strokes, but still make you feel things.

Staying buried inside her, he returned his mouth to her breasts, initially lapping, then nipping, making her squeal, then suddenly withdrawing he knelt up, deftly flipped her on to her stomach and pulled her hips into his pelvis.

Its also smacking your ass, he said sternly, landing his hand with a volley of hot slaps, chastising and dominating you. Beg for more, Natalie!

Please, Sir, spank me.

Thats not begging, he scolded, teasingly rubbing his cock at her entrance. Try again.

Please, Sir, please spank me harder. I need you to, please?

Thrusting back inside her, he began spanking with one hand, dropping the other against her pussy and searching out her clit. As he urgently massaged the magic nub he could feel her walls pulsing against him, and hear her groans growing more fervent. Clasping her hips he began to pummel in earnest, pounding her pussy with quick vigorous strokes.

Its taking you to the edge, he exclaimed, then stopping abruptly he added, then saying no.

Sir, she gasped, please, I cant stand it. Please let me come?

Its hearing your need, he said, unexpectedly softening his voice, and giving it to you.

Gripping her tightly he began to move, slowly building her back up, gaining momentum until her gasps told him it was time. Increasing his speed he rode her forward, and as she let out a series of wild cries he let himself erupt, and shuddered through his powerful climax.


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A regal snippet… #WIPItUp



It’s hump day, and for me this week is all about editing. One short story for a secret project is complete, and I’m now ploughing into my final Goldie edits. For my #WIPItUp post, I’m excited to bring you a snippet from my secret short, and this one has a truly regal feel…


He has a classically handsome look about him, his large dancing eyes, and strong jaw accentuated by the dark curls which frame his face. His gaze is hot and compelling, and right now all of its intensity is directed right at me.

“You are most welcome here in my court, Lady Jane,” he purrs, his eyes devouring the cut of my bodice, and rising north over my throat and mouth.

“Thank you, Your Majesty,” I whisper, my words barely audible over the sound of my racing heart.

He smiles, the sort of expression which could melt through the bitter English snow. “I hope I’ll be seeing a lot more of you in the coming weeks.”

I risk a glance at him, and for just the briefest moment our eyes lock. He smoulders at me, those large brown eyes conveying the message he wants to deliver. And I hear it.

Every. Single. Word.


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Six of the Best Treasure Chest Blog Hop

Six of the Best Treasure Hunt and Blog Hop! March 16-18

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