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Submitting to the Rancher by BJ Wane

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One look into his intent, cobalt gaze and her heated response made her forget her troubles.

Sydney Greenbriar finds more than she bargained for when she gets lost on her way to report for a new job and finds herself at a BDSM club. Peering in through the window, her attention, and libido are both snagged by one man delivering some old-fashioned discipline to a young blonde. After he runs her off, both are surprised to discover she is the new cook he’d hired for his ranch.

Caden MacGregor wanted to turn away the cheeky woman he’d caught spying on his club without remorse, but desperation for a cook forced his hand. Sydney proved to be a definite asset to his employees, and a royal pain in his butt. Somehow, her penchant for getting lost and landing in trouble, along with her determination to return to the club as a guest, soon slid past his resistance.

It took a threat to Sydney and unearthing the truth about what made her flee her home in Missouri to force them to admit their feelings and get her to stay as more than his cook.

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The cheeky grin Sydney flipped Caden shouldn’t have surprised him, or her easy compliance when she turned her head back down and waited for his retribution. Had she kicked and screamed for him to let her go, he would’ve done so, but when had the girl reacted as he thought she should? Knowing it was a mistake and may very well end up crossing a line he couldn’t cross back over, he swatted her right buttock, the red imprint he left behind showing with vivid brightness against her lily-white skin. The terror that sent him speeding down to the corral wouldn’t abate, his mind still reeling from all the injuries she could’ve sustained with that foolhardy stunt. He spanked her other cheek and enjoyed the bounce of the soft globe and her shifting hips way too much. “Had enough?” he asked, rubbing his hand over the warm, smooth flesh.
“Would you stop if we were at The Barn and I was your sub?” she returned with a slight catch in her voice.
“Hell, no.” He refused to lie even if doing so would be in his best interest.
“Then pretend I am and don’t stop… please.”
He sighed, her whispered plea sealing both their fate. “Remember, I warned you to be careful about what you ask for.” Caden proceeded to give her what she thought she wanted ever since he’d caught her spying and caved to what he’d been itching to do.
With a volley of sharp smacks, he peppered Sydney’s ass until the pink tinge turned a deep red, her warm skin grew hot and her quiet mewls erupted into louder cries. She shifted with a moan when he stopped to rub the abused mounds. After soothing the sting, he gave her time to adjust to the soreness by palming the plump curve of one crimson cheek. She had a perfect shaped ass with soft, malleable buttocks that had clenched with each spank then softened as she adjusted to the pain. Then she shifted again, lifting into his hand, and he barely heard another whispered entreaty of ‘please’ that drew his eyes to her glistening seam. “You continue to surprise me, darlin’.”
Sydney whipped her face around, shaking her hair out of her drenched eyes. “Does that mean…”
Caden squeezed her buttock and drew a yelp from her by delivering a final, blistering swat. “You’re new to this and don’t realize how sore you’ll be. Sit up.” Her face mirrored the color of her ass, but it was the blatant need reflected in her dilated eyes that tempted him to change the tone of this lesson and reward her, and that would not do. His actions were meant as a deterrent, not a pleasurable interlude. “Next time you disobey a rule, you’ll get a taste of my belt.” Ignoring the desire to sink his fingers between those enticing, plump, damp folds, he stood her up and pulled up her panties and jeans. Standing, he lowered his Stetson and headed to the door, saying without looking back, “I have work to do.”
Connor stood waiting for him by the corral when he stepped outside, a knowing grin playing around his mouth as he handed Caden the reins to his steed. “Not a word, got it?” Caden snapped in warning.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, brother.”

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I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

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It’s Delia’s turn with the Cardinal in this #SatSpanks excerpt

Here’s an exclusive little snippet for you from the upcoming Duty Bound anthology for you to enjoy in this #SatSpanks. Take a peek at Sins of the Flesh

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He was acting on instinct as his arms snaked to Delia’s small waist, and he pulled her reddened behind towards his thigh. She yelped beautifully, the sound helping to harden his already swollen cock as it strained for freedom inside his vestment. He lowered his face to her nape, grazing his lips over the tempting flesh there. In Turner’s experience, a woman’s neck was the dividing line between the carnal needs of her body, and the moral instruction of her mind. He and his holy brothers had spent the last few days trying to mould and command that mind. They wanted to ensure that never again would little Delia be tempted to take what did not belong to her, and that never again would she speak rudely to her family. He believed that, on balance, they were close to achieving that goal. Now would come the passion they had sought from the beginning, and by her own admission, Delia had admitted to also fantasising about the possibility of such a liaison.
Delia twisted, trying to turn to meet his goading lips, but his arms tightened around her body.
“I want to make sure we understand each other,” he purred into her right ear. “I will more than happily lead this relationship, but the connection will not be solely ours. It will also involve my holy peers, Cardinal Medlock and Father Brogan.”
Turner paused, and for the first time he relaxed his grip on Delia, permitting her to spin and face him. “Do you understand?” he asked her. He wanted their intentions to be clear. There could be no confusion about what would happen next.
She smiled up at him, making him hungrier for her flesh that he had ever known. Delia was the very picture of innocence, there was no doubt about that, but she didn’t fool him. Turner had already heard her confessions, and he had already turned her over his lap. He knew better… they all did. Delia was not innocent. She was a naughty little imp, and she’d deserved all the rounds of punishment she’d been made to endure, as well as the penance that was still yet to come. And yet, for all of that, she was closer to absolution than ever before, and now it was his absolute pleasure, to bring her even closer to the heavens.
“I understand,” she murmured, her gaze sliding from his face to acknowledge both Medlock, and Brogan behind him. “But I have never…” she paused, evidently struggling to find the right words.
“What, Delia?” he teased, capturing her dainty chin between his thumb and forefinger. “What have you never?”
Of course, he already knew the answer, but hearing the words from her sweet lips was going to be intoxicating.
Delia swallowed, her face burning an even deeper shade of crimson. “There has only ever been one man, Cardinal,” she conceded again. “I do not know if I can cope with all of you.”


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His Land, His Law by Libby Campbell

This week in the Never Ending Blog Tour, we have Libby Campbell and her new release His Land, His Lair.

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Since she inherited her parents’ home, Cara Eckford has used walks in the nearby woods as inspiration for her art, so she is shocked and upset upon finding that ‘No Trespassing’ signs have recently been put up on the property. But when she angrily confronts the land’s new owner, the infuriatingly sexy Luke McCrae, she merely earns herself a stern scolding and a sound spanking.
Despite her irritation, Luke’s bold dominance leaves Cara’s heart racing and her panties soaked. He soon proves more than ready to tame her fiery temper with his belt applied to her bare bottom, but even with tears in her eyes and her backside on fire Cara’s need for Luke cannot be denied, and when he takes her in his arms his masterful lovemaking satisfies her deeply.
Cara’s newfound romance with Luke grows stronger and more passionate with each passing day, but when conflict over his plans for her beloved forest threatens to tear them apart, can she make use of her powerful connection to both of their ancestors to convince him to change his mind?

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Everything that was good and right in Cara’s world was because of the serenity on this small corner of Salt Spring Island. Land that should have been hers, lost through a tragedy one hundred years ago, was slipping through her family hands again.

“Don’t talk to me like that, please.” Luke’s voice low and authoritative.

“I’ll talk to you any way I fucking well please.”

He was six inches taller than her and at least forty pounds heavier. Cara didn’t care. She was angry at the No Trespassing signs. She was angry at the news that he wouldn’t sell to her. When he had the nerve to tell her not to swear, her temper detonated. Sparks of silvery hot rage popped in her peripheral vision.

She looked over his shoulder and gasped, as though something was behind him. When he turned to see what it was, she braced herself in horse stance, clenched her hand into a fist, and drove a hard punch into his gut. It was like pounding concrete.

“Ah, you’re a scrapper, are you?” He recoiled sharply before closing the gap between them and wrapping an arm around her waist. The cedar and smoke scent of him filled her head as he planted one foot on a large boulder and deftly flipped her over his knee. “You need to learn some manners,” he said, lifting the hem of her skirt.

Cool air breezed across the top of Cara’s thighs as the blood rushed to her head. Her long hair hung down, coiling in the dried arbutus leaves beneath her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she shrieked with outrage, kicking her legs and flailing her arms. He pinned her to his left knee, trapping her kicking legs under his muscular right thigh.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” she said, trying to right herself.

“You mean like this?” He smacked her panty-clad bottom hard. “Or this?” His hand fell on the top of her thighs. His hands felt as big as dinner plates and hard as wood. One smack followed another. When she reached back and swatted against the blows, he caught her wrists together and pinned them in the small of her back.

Cara’s breath whooshed out of her lungs at the sensation of being bent to his will. She forced herself to start breathing again as he smacked her bottom rhythmically and unrelentingly.

“Stop it!” she demanded, between swats. Luke ignored her. She barely caught her breath after one slap, when another followed. Conflicting sensations of desire and resentment churned as her bottom started to sting.

She was strong, but he was much stronger. She twisted and writhed but never enough to break away. After what felt like an eternity of spanking, the only thing registering on her consciousness was his hard hand raining down on her buttocks and thighs. Time, as she knew it, stopped.

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Libby Campbell in her own words:

I’m in love with love. My romance stories feature strong, self-reliant women who challenge the powerful men who love them.

My books are set in the Pacific Northwest, a part of the world I know well and love deeply.

I’ve lived all over Canada, but the best decision of my life was when I moved to Australia to marry my leading man. After many years there, we moved back to the Pacific Northwest. We now live in a leafy neighborhood close to the sea.

My passions are reading and writing. I also love hiking, beachcombing, and an occasional night of dancing.

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Madelaine learns from the Cardinal in this #SatSpanks

Coming on January 18th is The Sins of the Flesh, my story in the Duty Bounds anthology. I am super excited to finally talk about it and here is your first snippet for this #SatSpanks!

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The palm landed so fast that the sound barely registered in his ears before the impact seared the pale flesh below him.

“Owww!” The scream resonated throughout the large room, echoing long after the lips making it had closed.

“That’s right, Madelaine.” His voice was dark and brooding, but it oozed a sense of undeniable confidence. “Let it out, and with the pain, let go of your attitude and petulance.”

His hand was in the air again before Madelaine could even answer, his flesh slamming hard against her exposed and vulnerable backside again.

“Please, no!” She was sobbing now, her face pressed down into the dark leather chair she was clinging to. “Stop it. Stop it now, Cardinal.”

The man in the red robe edged towards the crying woman, crouching down beside her naked body to stroke her lower back. “It’s okay, Madelaine,” he soothed. “You are doing so well.”

She twisted her face towards him, large brown, tear-stained eyes meeting his. “Please, Cardinal,” she whispered hoarsely. “I can’t take any more. Please stop.”

Cardinal Turner smiled. “You know we can’t stop until your punishment is complete, young lady. This is God’s work, and it must be done.”

Madelaine drew in a shaky breath, her trepidation obvious from her anxious expression. “I’m sorry, Cardinal,” she sobbed. “I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you. I swear I will never do it again. I’ll be respectful. I—”

“Shhh…” His fingers moved to Madelaine’s moist lips, silencing her as they applied pressure. “I know you have learned your lesson, child, and so does God, but you must be penitent. Suffer your penance. Endure for him. Only then will you be granted forgiveness.”

She was nodding as he concluded, her expressive face demonstrating acceptance of his words.

“Do you understand?” he probed.

“Yes, Cardinal,” she whispered. I understand.”

“Good girl.” His voice was like a gentle purr, and Madelaine’s eyes fell shut at the sound of it. “Let’s resume, and soon you’ll be blessed with God’s clemency.”

He rose from her side, flexing the fingers of his right hand as he stalked back towards her rear. Glancing down at her trembling thighs, he eyed the pink marks which decorated her beautiful curves. Serving God was his life’s work, but sometimes it was considerably more pleasurable than others. Cardinal Turner sensed that today was definitely going to be one of those days.

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Secret Santa by Nia Farrell

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It’s hard being a spy.

Katya Dostoevsky is a “little” and the young, submissive mistress of a Russian mobster.  Posing as a mercenary, Simon Tolliver is a forty-five-year-old British operative who’s been ordered to kill her.

Neither of them is what they seem.

Sold by human traffickers at the age of 14, Katya has endured eleven years of forced consent, serving the needs of Alexei Papanov, head of the Bratva in upstate New York.  She thinks that Simon is taking her toy shopping ahead of Christmas, but he’s been instructed to kill her en route.  After what she has suffered, he plans to be her Secret Santa and give her the quick, clean death that she deserves.

It was supposed to be his last night on his last mission before retiring.  Instead, this British spy with a gun and a girl on the run embark on a dark, thrilling ride that can only end one way.

Nia Farrell’s way.  Yippee ki-yay.

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Simon followed Papanov upstairs, past three armed guards and a half-dozen rooms.  Stopping short of his private office, the Bratva kingpin opened a door and stepped inside, motioning for Simon to follow.

The room was decorated like a little girl’s dream with a fairytale four-poster bed, an ice cream parlor table and chairs, and an antique baby carriage full of dolls and stuffed toys.  An ornate desk sat in front of a bank of curtained windows.  Light from the crystal chandelier added to the soft glow from the computer screen of the laptop perched on the thighs of Papanov’s much-younger mistress.

Simon’s cock twitched at the sight of the pretty brunette.  Dressed only in a black bra and panties and red fuck-me heels, she sat on an office chair with her face lit and her gaze locked on the screen, oblivious to their presence.

Simon felt like a dirty old man for wishing he could stand there and watch her.  He was a spy.  He should be focused on Alexei.  Instead, he looked at the exquisite turn of Katya’s ankles and imagined them around his neck.

Katya Dostoevsky was twenty-five years old, five feet, three inches, a former gymnast, and an obedient servant to the whims of her master.  Sold by her father to Papanov when she was fourteen, she’d grown into a stunning young woman.

Too bad Alexei didn’t share.

Or did he?

“You remember Katya.”  His inflection made it a statement rather than a question.

Two sets of eyes darted to Alexei—hers alarmed and his wary.  What was Papanov’s game?

Simon schooled his features.  “Yes.”

 “Myshka, you remember Mr. McCartney?”

She jerked her head in a stiff little nod.  “Da.”

She was careful to not look at Simon when she answered.  She knew Peter McCartney’s reputation, but she hadn’t really seen what he was capable of.  She’d only witnessed a clean kill.

Alexei had backhanded her, busting her lip when she wouldn’t stop crying.

Papanov nodded.  “Khorosho.  Good.  Myshka, I want you to pack a suitcase.  Take enough to last you a week.  Christmas is coming, and my mouseling wants her favorite bear fixed.  I say, it is time for new ones if the old ones fall apart when you ride them.  Mr. McCartney will drive you to the apartment in Manhattan.  I will finish things here and meet you there.  Then we shop, da?”

Interesting.  Katya masturbated with teddy bears.  Knowing Alexei, he jacked off to the show and made her play the virgin to deflower as an encore.

Simon didn’t miss the look of dismay or the slight tremor that shook her shapely frame.  She swallowed the objection on the tip of her tongue and answered meekly, “Da, Papi.”

Alexei’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.  “That’s my good girl.  Set your luggage by the hallway door when you have it packed.  I want you downstairs and ready to leave in twenty minutes.  Come, Peter.”

Katya flew into action, kicking off her heels and sprinting to her closet.  Simon followed Papanov to his office one door over.  Katya’s room had been chosen for the Pakhan’s convenience.  When Alexei got an itch, he wanted it scratched immediately.  His personal sex slave was on call around the clock, anytime, day or night, in public or in private.

Alexei thought nothing of ordering Katya to please him while he entertained guests.  Humiliating her only added to his pleasure.

“Close the door.”

Simon did as ordered, questions writhing like Medusa’s snakes in his head.  He was pissed.  Alexei should have asked him first.  Instead, he’d told him in front of Katya.  Now Simon was stuck driving her down to the city.  He’d spend hours on the road and in traffic, closed in a car with a woman he wanted and could never have—

Unless he wanted to spend the rest of his life as a eunuch.

The last man who’d touched her without permission had his balls cut off and shoved up his arse.  Simon hadn’t seen it, but he’d heard the story, now shared as a cautionary tale.

“Sit.”  Alexei pointed to the closest chair.  Simon took it.  Papanov did the same, settling into place behind a heavy wooden desk.

They stared at each other, a pissing contest that lasted all of fifteen seconds.

“What the fuck?” Simon growled.  This was supposed to be his last night as a spy.  The final time he’d risk life and limb for his Queen and country.  His goal in recent years was to be the exception to the rule.  He knew when he left the SAS and joined the Secret Intelligence Service that spies didn’t live long and prosper.  Retirement from MI6 was a three-by-eight piece of land and a bed six feet under, not a secret, off-the-grid cabin in the Great North Woods with a prepper’s pantry, a growing library of first editions, and an arsenal that had taken half of his life to amass.

His trip to Canada would have to wait.

Alexei let his mask drop for a moment so brief, Simon almost missed it.  Whatever this was, it wasn’t good.

The head of the Bratva in upstate New York looked out the bank of bullet-proof windows.  The clouds obscuring tonight’s full moon did nothing to dilute its effects.  Driving Katya to Manhattan was lunacy.

He told Alexei so.

Papanov sighed heavily.  “You are right,” he said, sounding weary and oddly torn.  “You will not go there.  When you leave here, you take her somewhere… and kill her.”  He huffed a breath and tapped his fingers on his desk.  “I do not need to know details.  Send word when it is done.”

Holy fuck.

It was a bloody miracle that Simon managed to look like he didn’t care, that this was just another assignment, no different than the other jobs that he’d done for Papanov.  But the men and women he’d killed before had earned it.  They were criminals.  Rivals.  Chechen Mafia.  Albanian Mafia.  Hell, he’d even killed someone from the Visconti crime family who had somehow given offense.

Alexei narrowed his eyes.  “You will do this, da?”

“Of course, I will.  I just—”

“You wish to know.”  Papanov pursed his lips, considering the wisdom in telling him.  He rarely bot-hered with explanations unless his blood pressure was up and he needed to vent.

“She is… too soft for this,” he said, waving an imperious hand.  “It was… mistake to bring her here.”

Papanov had had her since she was fourteen.  He’d gotten bored or annoyed or both.  Clearly, he didn’t like her asking to fix her broken bears.  After nine years of statutory rape and forced consent, he was dismissing Katya as casually as a toy that he’d outgrown.  The trouble was, he couldn’t pass his plaything down, and he didn’t dare discard her.  His mouseling was a liability.  She knew too much.  She’d seen too much for him to ever let her go.

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Duty Bound is coming…

Surprise! I am part of an anthology coming out this month that I haven’t talked about much, let’s change that.  Duty Bound is a uniform romance anthology, crammed full of HOT, SEXY menages! My story is called The Sins of the Flesh, and is all about smouldering men of God, delivering hard lessons in absolution…

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When their uniforms come off…

Bossy, dedicated, overprotective, super complicated. A woman needs a man like that in her life like she needs a temporal lobe headache, right? Think again, because when the uniforms come off and the temperature skyrockets, it’s time to forget Hell and take a trip straight to Heaven.

How about multiplying that by three, four, or more? You get the picture? This set of panty-melting reverse harem stories will have you gasping, panting, squirming and sweating. Read late into the night with these steamy tales featuring priests, military men, S.W.A.T. officers, gardeners, waiters, and more.

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You know the rules… #SatSpanks

Tamed is LIVE and I am so excited! Book 2 of The Dark Necessities is my baby and I am so happy the reviews are loving it. For this edition of #SatSpanks, Molly is recalling rules!

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Connor’s hand touched her face in the darkness, those digits finding the hot tears which she had barely even realised were falling. Her own fingers fell from his jaw at the weight of his caress. As though they were acting on some type of reflex, they found his chest, and she pressed her small palms against his shirt. Drawing her hair back, his hand rested at her nape, holding her in place as he continued. “There were only ever two rules, pet. Do you remember them?”

He was close now. Molly knew that, even though her eyes had fallen closed at the sensation of his fingers. She could feel his breath against her face, the heat reminding her of the way he’d claimed her body just last night. Her eyes blinked open as she tried to compose herself. This was not the time for sensual memories, Molly, she rebuked herself. You’re about to get taken – again – by this monster. You need to do something. You need to kick, run, throw a punch… And yet, she already knew it was too late. She was falling deeper into his trap, even now as he spoke. It wasn’t his body holding her in place, but his mesmerising ability to capture her with his words.

“Pet?” He repeated, his tone expectant. “The rules?”

“To obey you, Master,” she parroted, as though she was answering a school test. “And to write for you.”

“There’s my good girl,” he purred, the hand at her neck drawing her face even closer to his body. “I knew you hadn’t forgotten.”

His tone was soft, but patronising, and a part of her wanted to raise her hand and slap him for mocking her. But that part was small and insignificant now, a remnant of the woman she used to be, before Connor Reilly crashed into her life. Now that same tone was all sexy and dominant. The voice of the man who commanded her. The voice of her Master.

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Tamed is LIVE!!

I am so excited, Tamed is LIVE! Book two of my dark trilogy The Dark Necessities is finally released and I can’t wait for you to go on the journey with Molly and Connor as they fall down their path together.

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He took her, he caged her, but can he truly tame her?

Lost in the woods, author Molly Clary is running for her life. After being trapped in the torrid dark world of Connor Reilly, Molly has made a desperate escape from the tantalising torment, but little does she know what fate awaits her.

Connor is both a man and a monster, and in the depths of his depravity, something scintillating will bloom between them. Molly finds that she is falling for the sadist, a dangerous attraction that will take her right to the brink.

So, now it’s Molly’s choice. Can she manage the monster in order to lure the love of the man? A man who has already demonstrated just how cruel his sadistic streak can be? And when the truth is finally revealed, Molly will need to decide. Where do her true loyalties lie?

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“I hope it was good for you, pet,” he snarled as the scratch at his face stung in the cool night air. “Because that was the last time you’re ever going to strike me.”

She screamed at his words, but the sound coming from her lips sounded more like frustration, than terror. “But, it’s alright for you to strike me?” she snapped back, her head twisting toward him as he forced her a few meters back toward the waiting sedan.

“Of course,” he told her in a mocking tone. “You belong to me, pet. Remember? I will strike you when the need arises. To punish you, to train you. We’ve been all through this already, or at least I thought we had.”

“No!” she yelled, resisting his retreat as much as her bare feet would allow on the road. “Stop it, you fucker. I don’t want this!”

“Oh really?” he asked calmly as his back reached the edge of the car. “You don’t want this. Are you sure? That wasn’t what you were telling me in bed last night. You recall that, right? The time you practically begged to join me in bed, after you begged me to fuck you?”

Something in his questions seemed to resonate and for the first time since he’d pounced, Molly stopped fighting. Her body sagged against him, the rage inside her small frame apparently dissolving right in front of him.

“That was different,” she mumbled into her chest. “You were different.”

Connor glanced down at his little pet, surveying her as best he could in the darkness. Perhaps her accusation was accurate. He probably had seemed different the night he’d pleasured and fucked her. Certainly, he had felt different. But Molly didn’t understand the plan. Her captivity wasn’t just about pleasure – it couldn’t be. It was about training her, taming her, and making her into the thing he wanted. A pretty little pet who would suck his cock on command, right after she’d written their prose.

“The man who took you out here was the same guy who licked your sweet pussy, pet,” he informed her flatly. “Both men are me, and both are your Master.”

Molly threw her head back, slumping against his chest as though he’d just walloped her. “Please,” she begged. “Please, I can’t go back there with you. I can’t do this.”

She sounded distraught.

Broken.

The notion pleased him, although she really had no idea what it meant to be broken. Not yet. But she would.

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Book two of my dark trilogy The Dark Necessity comes next week! Tamed is set for release on December 28th and I can’t wait for you to get it. Preorder it to have it fast! Have you seen the over yet? Take a look, it is gorgeous! This week’s #SatSpanks edition, Molly meets the paddle again.

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Strapped down to the spanking bench, Molly’s legs were splayed wider than she expected, and her hips were raised by a pile of strategically placed blankets against the leather. She didn’t counter or even try to resist him. What would be the point? She was chained and helpless. Connor was physically stronger than her, and now that he was back in his own domain, he seemed larger than life again. There was no hope of getting away, and that meant taking whatever punishment he was about to dish out.

“I spent the entire drive here contemplating how best to punish you, pet.”

Connor’s voice jarred her from her miserable musings, and she turned her head toward it. He was stood there, dressed only in black jogging pants. His lean, muscular torso was on display for her to see, concealed only by his strong arms which were folded in front of his chest.

“Of course, I can spank you,” he went on. “I can paddle that delicious backside of yours to within an inch of your life, but I want more than that. I need it. I need to make sure you know what will happen when you defy me.”

Molly panted around the gag. Somehow, the thing hadn’t seemed so bad on the way home, but then she had slept through the whole thing. Now though, her jaw was aching already, and it had only been back in place for a few minutes. Her eyes locked with Connor’s, his resolve evident from just the briefest of connections. He was clearly telling her the truth. Whatever penance was to come, he had obviously spent a lot of time considering it. The thought was not reassuring.

“As such,” Connor continued. “I have concluded that your punishment should not just be about pain. It should be about pleasure too, or in fact, your complete lack of it.”

He shifted from his place beside her, stalking to one of the walls in front of her face. Molly strained her head to see what he was doing, her neck screaming at the contorted angle. Ignoring its plea, she caught sight of him collecting a few items. One was an ominous-looking wooden paddle, and another looked like some type of large, industrial vibrator. There was something else, too, but she lost sight of it as he passed by the side of her head.

Her face fell back to the leather, confusion shrouding her mind. Why did he need a vibrator? Was he going to torture her with orgasms? The thought sounded tantalizing, although if she knew anything about Connor, then she knew it wouldn’t be that easy. He’d already implied there would be no pleasure, so…

Thwack!

She pulled hard against the straps at her ankles and wrists. He’d hit her! The son of a bitch had hit her while she’d been thinking. She twisted her face right to try and catch sight of him, but all she could make out was his silhouette in her peripheral vision.

“First, we warm up this sweet behind,” he declared.

Molly saw the paddle rise into the air, her body tensing as he sent it to crash back against her ass again. Shrieking through the gag, Molly struggled again, her breaths coming out in short pants.

“Suck it up, pet,” he sneered as he landed the third swat. “Or let me put this in a way an American will understand. Your ass is quite literally mine. Mine to strike, mine to taunt, mine to fuck, and now I have it right back here where it belongs.”

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Master Santa by Linzi Basset

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He chained her to him for one night … would she want to be set free at midnight?

There she was, staring at the door of the exclusive BDSM club, Lascivo Credence.

Who did something like this? Accept an anonymous invitation to become a stranger’s sub for one night? What was she thinking? It was completely out of character for her―especially since her knowledge of the lifestyle was limited to what she read in novels. But her curiosity over the super hot CEO she worked for and had a secret … er … libido crush on, was the caveat to throw caution to the wind. She had to know what he was up to in his free time.

In a skimpy elf dress, wearing killer heels, she waited to meet Master Santa … completely unaware of the deviant plans he had in store for her.

Cash Evans had it all. He was rich, clever and possessed the kind of physical appeal that made women’s clothes fall from their bodies with one look from him. But he had needs, the kind very few women could understand let alone embrace, and he should know. He’d been searching for the right one for years.

Now, he had his sights set on the naturally sensual Megan Torres, and the powerful Dom in him knew just how to wake the submissive within her.

Would one night with him yield the one he had been searching for, or would she flee him and his chains when the clock struck midnight without a backward glance?

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“So you do.” His eyes traversed over her face. “It’s quite refreshing to find a woman of your age to still have the ability to blush.”

Megan tried to look away, but his gaze locked her in place. His fingers caught her chin in a painful grip, the message unmistakable. He was in charge.

“Why do you think you’re here, Megan?”

“I don’t … I’m not sure.” Which was the truth. She was drowning in a soup of confusion.

“I decided it’s time to show you what your fuck-me-looks invite every time you pass me in the hallway.”

“I never—”

His eyes darkened; the gravelly order reached deep inside her, yanking out the submissive she’d only guessed was hiding there. “Don’t spit out lies in here. I won’t stand for it. It’s the one thing I expect from you—honesty. In what you say, in how you react, and most importantly, in how you submit to me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What did I tell you, who am I to you tonight?”

“Master … my Master Santa.”

The pad of his thumb pressed into her lip, exposing the fleshy crimson pulp.

“Don’t forget again, subbie.” He kept her gaze captive. “Push out your tongue.” Again, she obeyed blindly. She was overwhelmed by his closeness. There was something in his eyes that caused nonstop shudders to roll through her. He was power personified, yet he seemed to have fierce control over it. She wondered if it was for her benefit because she was a newbie, or if it was what all the subs she had seen hanging onto him reacted to. His gaze swept over her face, so compelling it felt like his big hand was sliding seductively over her body.

He leaned closer. His lips locked around her tongue and he sucked. Megan gasped and pulled hers back inside her mouth. She whimpered as his thumb pressed her bottom lip painfully against her teeth. Her clit began to throb incessantly.

“Push out your tongue. Pull it back again and I’ll put a clamp on it to keep it in place the rest of the evening. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” she gasped and immediately flicked out her tongue. She’d seen pictures of some of the clamps they used in BDSM scenes and she had no intention of wearing one of those torture tools! The pressure on her lip increased. Her eyes shot to his. The dark look in his gaze was the only reminder she needed. “Yes, Master.”

He smiled. “You’re a quick learner. It pleases me.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “Tongue.”

This time Megan was prepared … only to the extent that she didn’t yank it from his grasp. What she wasn’t prepared for was the burst of heat that seared through her body as he sucked. Her eyes fluttered closed. She yelped as he bit into her tongue; her eyes shot open. The order was there in the flash of his eyes. Keep your eyes open, subbie. It was eerie that she could hear his voice inside her mind.

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Santa’s Whip by Isabel James

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A whip as a Christmas present! Has her husband lost his mind?

A desperate wife

A husband with a secret

A marriage at a crossroads

A recipe for the beginning of the end of a twenty-three-year relationship? Or would Caleb’s deviant plan to add some spice to their marriage be just what was needed to save it?

Zoey Thomas was at her wits’ end. Their twins had left for college in LA, and suddenly, her amorous husband had become the master of celibacy. So sexually frustrated, she even toyed with the idea of renting a lover for an afternoon!

That is, until a gift containing a slinky black dress, silky nylons, and killer heels arrived with an invitation to meet him on Christmas Eve at the exclusive Club Solace, brought a flare of hope.

Then she uncovered what was at the bottom of the box …

A black crop with the engraving, Santa’s Whip. Had her husband completely lost his mind?

Would Zoey be ready for what secrets the night might reveal? Or had Caleb’s invitation just backfired and threatened to blow their entire life to smithereens?

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 Isabel James is a pseudonym for two authors who collaborated to bring you a tale of emotional and spiritual discoveries.

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The other Author is a poet at heart and loves the nuances of wordplay. Like a true Artist, he paints a canvas with words, drawing you into his imagination, seducing you with their expressive beauty. He loves everything Shakespeare and draws his inspiration from the beauty of true passion and lust of life and love.

The day these two met, they discovered they had a writing chemistry. Their minds sparred and they converted their passion for words into a journey of discovery that happened without any conscious decision.

Their writing is intense, it’s intimate and no holds barred. They openly explore the sensual and erotic emotions that rule the human body and mind. They’re each other’s yin and yang, challenging their minds and emotions to constantly explode in the stories they write. It’s an anthology of colorful, winding words that more than tell a story, it draws you inside, inviting you to feel each and every touch, see every emotion and experience the explosive sensations for yourself as they guide you through a maze of pleasurable erotica and challenge you with spiritual emotional discovery.

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Festive Fire by Libby Campbell

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She’s done with men. Until she meets Jax.
For a year Roxy’s life has been torn apart by lies and innuendos. As Christmas approaches, she finds herself in the company of people who almost destroyed her. Se copes by slugging back glasses of wine until the bottle runs dry.

Fireman Jax has been watching her. When she attempts to drive home, he steps up, takes her car keys, and tells her such irresponsible behavior will not be tolerated. As soon as she’s sober, she’ll be over his knee for a sound spanking. She aghast but secretly panty-wetting hot for him. Can she submit to his rules?

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“You’re not just smoking hot, you’re smart too.” Roxy tapped Jax lightly on the chest, before closing her eyes and tilting her head back. “Kiss me,” she said, her voice husky.

He hesitated.

“Please,” she begged. “No one has kissed me for a very long time.”

She seemed so vulnerable, so needy. One brotherly kiss couldn’t hurt.

Their lips touched, chaste and dry. Then she reached up and raked her fingers through his thick, dark hair, drawing him closer. Their mouths opened. He pressed himself against her, molding his muscular body to her softer, more feminine one. Their tongues started to tango. He squeezed her buttocks and she moaned with approval. They were breathing so hard neither of the them heard the first knock at the door.

The second knock was much louder and much more insistent. “Jax? You there, man? It’s Tim.”

Jax and Roxy broke apart and stared at each other self-consciously.

“Gotta go,” Jax said, heading to the front door.

Roxy followed him, hoping for the tiniest indication that he had enjoyed the last few minutes as much as she had.

He opened the door and threw his keys to Tim who was craning his neck trying to get a glimpse of what Roxy’s place looked like.

“I’ll meet you in the car,” Jax said before closing the door and turning back to Roxy. He placed his hands on his hips and looked down at her with an expression of bemused disapproval. “I’d like to see you again,” he said. “Not just at the auction. After that. Socially.”

“I’d like that too.” A warm smile spread across her face.

“On one condition…”

“Yeah?”

“On our first date, I’m going to spank you.”

Roxy’s pussy clenched and her heart threatened to smash its way out of her ribcage. “Okay, I guess.” She wanted to say yes yes yes.

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Connor calls Molly by her name in this #SatSpanks edition

Molly and Connor’s world is about to take a dark turn, get ready because Tamed is releasing on December 28th! Here is a not very spanky excerpt, but it is super hot and I wanted to share it! Add Tamed to your TBR here.

The wall of pleasure approached like an unwavering foe. It was coming for her. It was coming hard, and there was no way of escaping that now. More than that she didn’t want to escape it. She wanted it. She needed it, and furthermore, she fully intended to milk every last moment of it from the monstrous cock buried inside her pussy. As the wave crashed down over her, Molly gasped, aware of green eyes drilling into her face. Her body spasmed, lightning splintering from her core as her pussy clenched helplessly around the shaft fucking her.

Too fucking good.

The thought flitted briefly through her mind as she panted for air. This was too good. As she surrendered to the sensations, the reality became clear to her all of a sudden. Molly knew she could give in to this, she could accept this, and like a stiff drink when you needed one, the truth was as warm as it was disconcerting. She could give herself to the man, so long as he kept the monster at bay. She would be his pet. She’d be his to chain; his to degrade, so the long as the woman inside her was also cherished and respected.

“Ride it, Molly.”

Connor’s words penetrated her hazy subconscious, his tone soft and alluring. Molly blinked into his face, trying to focus on those eyes, yet failing absolutely as the next wave of pleasure landed over her. Had he just called her Molly? What did that mean? Yet even as the abstract queries floated through her mind, she didn’t care. Not now. Now there was nothing but his hardness filling her up, stretching her, completing her, and the weight of the pleasure as it cascaded down. Down. Down, dragging her with it; taking them both into the abyss of whatever hell housed a coupling as fucked up as this one.

“Ride it,” he croaked as Connor’s pleasure finally peaked. “And don’t you ever, fucking stop.”


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Her Celtic Masters by Ashe Barker

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Two fierce Celtic Warriors with a thirst for vengeance, and the proud Viking lady with the strength to submit.

Left penniless and without a home by a sudden, tragic turn of events, twenty-year-old Kristin Lofnsdottir plans to start a new life as a seafaring trader. If she is going to have any chance at surviving, however, let alone succeeding, she’ll need money and capable men to protect her. A partnership with a pair of Celts offers both, but Kristin quickly realizes that the arrangement will mean sharing much more than just her profits. The two stern, handsome brothers intend to make her theirs, demanding obedience, punishing defiance, and mastering her beautiful body together.

Though Nyle and Bowdyn have been given plenty of reason to hate Vikings over the years, conquering the feisty, headstrong Kristin proves even more satisfying than they had anticipated. As they claim her ever more thoroughly and shamefully, her need for them only grows more intense, but can they be firm enough to tame her recklessness before it puts them all in danger?

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“Open your legs, little Viking.” The command was softly spoken, yet firm. Nyle expected her to obey.

So, she did. She planted her feet on the mattress between Nyle’s long legs and parted her knees.

Bowdyn chuckled. “A tolerable effort, but we can do better.” He took her left ankle and lifted it over Nyle’s leg then set it down on the outside of his brother’s thigh. He repeated the action with her other ankle, then set his hands at her waist to ease her further up Nyle’s body. Thus positioned, Nyle had ample access to her breasts. He could toy with her, torture her nipples as he pleased, whilst at the same time her thighs were spread wide for his brother. “Ah, yes,” Bowdyn confirmed, “much better.”

“Is she wet?” enquired Nyle pleasantly enough.

Bowdyn drew the flat of his palm between her legs, pausing to part the lips of her pussy as though to particularly examine that spot, then rubbed the heel of his hand on the sensitive nubbin at the front.

Kristin stifled a squeal. She knew of that place, had discovered it for herself whilst bathing, but no hand apart from hers had ever ventured there. Baldvin Ryggiason had shown not the slightest interest in exploring his bride’s more sensual desires. Until these last few minutes she, herself, had been largely unaware such urges existed. Certainly, the powerful nature of her own arousal had been a mystery to her. These Celts were a revelation indeed.

“Yes, she is wet.” Bowdyn raised his hand to show his brother.

“Did I not tell you it would be so? It takes but a gentle tug on her nipples,” Nyle paused to squeeze and twist again by way of demonstration, “and she gushes like a waterfall. I believe the staid, proper, and very stern Kristin Lofnsdottir is nothing more than a wanton at heart. Is this not so, little Viking?”

Wanton? The very word sent her senses reeling. Could he be right? Oh, she most sincerely hoped so though the words became lodged in her throat. She could not answer. She could only feel.

“Open the lips of her cunny and put your fingers inside her. I believe this is what she would like. Am I right, my Viking?”

Freya, help me… The silent plea went unanswered. Kristin had to shift for herself in this matter. So, she did. She nodded.

“There, it is as I thought. But be gentle, brother. I get the impression our Viking is unaccustomed to such treatment.”

Kristin could have blessed Nyle for his perceptiveness. It was as though he had somehow crawled into her mind and knew all her secrets, her desires as well as her fears.

Her brief interlude of clarity and coherence shattered the moment Bowdyn spread her nether lips with his fingers and inserted one long digit into her tight channel. She expected to flinch, to hurt. Her previous experience of this act, though infrequent, had been sufficient for her to know she found it uncomfortable, painful even. And oddly disappointing.

All those doubts and uncertainties were swept aside in the surge of pleasure that threatened to engulf her. Bowdyn withdrew his finger then drove it deep again, harder this time, faster.

“If this hurts, you may tell us,” whispered Nyle.

“It… it does not hurt,” she managed. “Oh. Oh!”

Bowdyn increased the speed of his thrusts and added a second finger. The friction was unbearably sweet yet still not enough. Kristin squeezed her inner walls around his long digits and circled her hips.

“I believe our Viking is rather enjoying this. Is that not also correct, Kristin?”

Must she answer? Could she? Was she truly enjoying what was happening to her or was it some other compulsion that drove her to thrust her hips forward and consider begging for more?

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USA Today best-selling author Ashe Barker has been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres. She still loves reading, the hotter the better. But now she has a good excuse for her guilty pleasure – research.

Ashe tends to draw on her own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to her plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea.

Ashe lives in the North of England, on the edge of the Brontë moors and enjoys the occasional flirtation with pole dancing and drinking Earl Grey tea. When not writing – which is not very often these days – her time is divided between her role as taxi driver for her teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, tortoises.  And a very grumpy cockatiel.

At the last count Ashe had over forty titles on general release with publishers on both sides of the Atlantic, and several more in the pipeline. She writes M/f, M/M, and occasionally rings the changes with a little M/M/f. Ashe’s books invariably feature BDSM. She writes explicit stories, always hot, but offering far more than just sizzling sex. Ashe likes to read about complex characters, and to lose herself in compelling plots, so that’s what she writes too.

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Saturday Spankings are coming for number sixteen…

In this #SatSpanks edition, I am celebrating Submission At The Tower being on sale for 99 cents for a few days only!  Grab it now before it goes back up to it’s normal price.

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“Now remove those panties,” barks a voice from over my right shoulder.
This order is so much firmer than the previous, it almost takes me by surprise. Instinctively I turn my head to see its owner, but am met by the hard stare of Shaw.

“Now, number sixteen …”

Still unsure which man had made the request I wiggle slowly out of my black satin panties. Moving them down my thighs, I allow them to pool at my feet, before stepping out of them and bending carefully to collect them in my hand. I notice to my shame that the gusset is wet and sticky from my own arousal and I feel my face colour again.

“What have you seen?” asks Shaw, not missing a trick, “bring them here, number sixteen.”

Reluctantly I lower my head and take a small step towards him.

“Not like that!” snaps a voice from behind me – the same one which had ordered the removal of my panties. “Get down on your hands and knees!”

The flush in my face flames at the sound of his command. I suspect my embarrassment is more from being so publicly chastised then from the demand, but nonetheless the effect is the same. I am suddenly a ball of mortification in front of these men – my new masters. I take a deep breath and fall silently to my hands and knees.

As I assume this new, more vulnerable position, the atmosphere in the room changes perceptibly. The air is now charged with palpable energy. The nervous ball of arousal in me drives me on and I arch my back shamelessly, pushing my ass and wet pussy out for everyone behind me to see. I am no longer particularly young and even though I work to keep myself in shape, I am still wrecked with the type of body insecurities that plague most people. Strangely in this most exposed of moments, I feel powerful, even in my submission. I know that every pair of eyes is on me, every pair of hands wants to touch me and every cock is straining to fuck me. The result is the most incredible feeling of wanton depravity I have ever experienced.

I glance up at Shaw. I can clearly see his hard length visible through his pin-stripe trousers. The desire to take it in the mouth and taste him is strong and yet the desire to submit to his will is even more powerful. Without being told I dip my head to my right hand and pick up my panties in my teeth. A low hum of appreciation rattles around the circle. Then, panties hanging from my mouth, I crawl as seductively as I can across to where Shaw is waiting.

Two things strike me. The first is how much harder it is to crawl with grace than I’d imagined. The unforgiving wood under my knees cuts into my skin, making each movement a temporary agony and the progress feel awkward and clumsy. I hope in vain that it looks lither then it feels, and yet somehow I doubt it… As I move drawing in deep breaths through my nose, the second thing becomes apparent. The smell of my own arousal fills my senses. The panties in my teeth seem to radiate it. I’m sure that everyone else in the room can also get the scent. I would no doubt be blushing furiously about this new shame was it not for my already humiliating predicament! And yet this humiliation is exactly what I’ve been craving for so long, my drenched pussy a testament to how much I am enjoying the experience.

As my mind dwells on the depths I have already sunk into since my arrival less than an hour ago, I approach Shaw’s feet and legs. Unsure of how to proceed, but sure that looking up at him is not an acceptable response, I wait on all fours in front of him, like an untrained animal. I squirm at the prospect that he may be making the same comparison.

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In Pursuit of Molly by Alyssa Bailey

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Molly Rasher had been obsessed with Cián O’Connor from the day she met the preoccupied veterinarian student. She was still dreaming of his toned body and serious demeanor when she finished college but he had only nodded and smiled in passing. With no further contact, it seemed her sexy dreams would have to find another star, until he walked into the clinic’s front door, reigniting her passions.

Cián was more than half-way through his training to be a veterinarian. Finally, he could afford to pursue his angel. Molly’s endearing, shy smile had tantalized him for almost two years and now the opportunity to be with her fell into his lap, he was going to grab it with both hands. He prayed she was ready for him because he’d learned if you wanted something bad enough, you held on tight until you got it. No matter the cost.

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His friend nodded in the direction of the door. “That one is pretty and looks like she’s over her head. I should go help her get comfortable.”

“Nope. Sorry, but that naughty woman is mine. She knows not to come here alone. She’s innocent in the ways of this type of club.”

“Ah, so that’s who you were waiting for. I wondered if you were going to hold up the bar all night. Well, Ken’s moving in over there, you’d better snag her fast.”

Cián finished his sparkling water and got up. Striding towards Molly, he saw one of her girlfriends trying to entice her to enter further. He’d made it to within an arm’s length of Molly when her friend, Karen, spied him. His look of disapproval stopped all words flowing from her mouth. She stared like a deer in headlights for a split second before turning on her heels and walking back to the others.

“You’ve been naughty all week, leanbh. You know how I deal with naughty.”

Cián grinned at the shiver that ran through her body and then the shocked look Molly gave him. She opened her mouth several times to speak but closed it each time.

“What is the rule about clubs like this one?” Molly dropped her head but Cián wouldn’t allow it to stay there. “You know it and I know it. You should not be here alone.”

“I’m not… well, you weren’t around, and I was asked to go.”

“Molly, you chose not to call me and ask for an escort. You’ve been out of control all week trying to get my attention because you’re irritated over the spanking. Now you have my attention and have earned another one.” His words came from deep in his chest causing it to rumble. “And if you’re honest, you’d admit at least to yourself, that you were trying to earn another one. You wanted to see if I was for real, if this was something I played at or followed through on.”

“That’s ridiculous and pretty self-centered if you ask me.”

“We’ll see. Now that you’re here, if you want me to show you around and help you get an understanding of what playing here is like, I will. If you prefer to go back to my place, we can get the matter of your spanking out of the way.”

“I’m not going to your apartment and you aren’t spanking me.” Her indignant words ended in a whisper and ever pinkening cheeks.

“You want it here? I can promise you, no one will care.”

“Oh God Cián, please, not here.” Her face and neck were now red.

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USA Today best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Alyssa loves writing romance for the naughty in all of us. She writes power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices.

If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England, Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working Cowboys and fiercely romantic Native Americans

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Taken is LIVE! My first indie book is LIVE!

Molly now existed in some bizarre dream-like state, caught between the reality of her most explicit fantasies, and her very worst nightmares.

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One obsessed fan. One captive author.

Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing. An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed.

Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.

Now Molly’s fighting, not just for her life, but for the essence of who she truly is. If she’s going to survive in Connor’s dark new world, she’ll have to learn to play his base games. But if Molly plays, what will it cost her? Can a monster ever really learn to love, or will his need to dominate destroy them both?

If you enjoyed the debauched desire of the Twist Me series, then you’ll devour Felicity Brandon’s edgy new trilogy.

Buy Taken to begin this hauntingly addictive set.

Taken is an edgy, fast-paced, dark romance and is the first book in The Dark Necessities trilogy. Molly and Connor’s story continues in Tamed, and concludes in Entwined.

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His new pet had the most stunning behind. It was pert, round and perfectly formed, without a doubt designed for his large palms to correct. That right palm rose from her flesh, before coming crashing back down against her. He relished the impact, watching as the strike reverberated over her flawless cheeks. There was no noise from her, not even a gasp, and the lack of response spurred him on. Delivering the second spank, he intentionally aimed for the same spot, this time observing her face as best he could as the impact vibrated around her body. Molly squeezed her eyes shut, but still there was no gasp, no yelp, nothing to suggest pain. Steeling himself, Connor delivered a further five swats in fast succession, and all the time he watched her even expression. His pet was stoic and strong, and a bizarre sense of pride filled him, but still, this was a punishment, and he wouldn’t be happy until she was overwhelmed with the sting of his palm.

“Why are you being spanked, pet?” he growled, peppering her cheeks with hard smacks as he spoke.

She opened her eyes, his voice apparently bringing her back to the here and now. “I didn’t finish my hot chocolate, Sir,” she replied, breathlessly.

Connor nodded at her admission, but his palm did not relent. Instead, it continued to spank her, lowering its intensity toward the sensitive flesh at the top of her thighs. As his hand connected to this new target, a small whimper left her delicate lips. His cock throbbed furiously at the sound, his gaze assessing her face as he shifted to the next thigh.

“More specifically,” he demanded, “tell me where your hot chocolate was when you failed to finish it as requested.”

Molly gasped, her eyes flying back to meet his as his palm spanked her again, alternating between her pale thighs. Connor gazed at her coolly. Now he was really enjoying himself. Not only was he getting to discipline his gorgeous little pet, but even better, he had found a weak spot. Having her thighs spanked obviously hurt, and as his gaze flitted back to her upturned bottom, he could see the flesh there beginning to color wonderfully.

“I didn’t finish the chocolate in my bowl, Sir” she answered him, her face flushing as she forced the words out.

Connor’s palm stilled, pressing into the heat of her punished bottom. She’d said the words out loud, just as he’d wanted. “That’s right,” he told her, ensuring his gaze drilled into the exposed area of her pretty face. “You’re going to have to get used to lapping from that bowl, pet, because that’s the only way you’ll be drinking from now on. Got it?” As he spoke his hand rose a few inches and swatted her upturned cheeks hard.

“Yes, Sir,” Molly gasped, eyeing him wildly.

“Good,” he replied, landing another three strikes against her now pink cheeks. “Bad pets who disobey me are punished, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered again.

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Claiming Mia by BJ Wane

Her betrayed heart said no; but her body pleaded yes.

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Newly divorced Mia Reynolds doesn’t like Chief Nolan MacGregor. His
arrogance gets under her skin, but it’s her body’s instant reaction every
time he levels that cobalt gaze upon her or hints at giving her what he
keeps insisting she wants that really gets to her. After her husband’s
betrayal, she’s sworn off getting involved with anyone, and certainly isn’t
going to trust her fragile heart with the town’s reformed bad boy.

Nolan wants Mia and refuses to let her prickly stubbornness stand in his
way. Once he entices her into an affair and shows her the benefits of
submitting to him, her off-the-charts responses prove he was right all
along – she is the one for him. When his investigation into an illegal drug
ring implicates Mia’s business, he never stops believing in her innocence.
When the Feds go around him, Mia refuses to believe he hadn’t been with her just to keep an eye on her and her nursery for proof the drugs were coming in on the trucks carrying her landscaping orders.

Mia’s reluctance to trust Nolan completely lands her in trouble with a drug
trafficker and it isn’t until she is kidnapped that she realizes what her
insecurities and refusal to let go of the past might have cost her…

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“You want to spank me instead of giving me a ticket?”  Mia didn’t know if her stunned disbelief stemmed from outrage at his audacity or the instant pickup of her heart rate which caused her blood to heat in a volcanic rush through her veins at the thought of his large hand connecting with her butt.

“In the worst way,” he admitted with candor, not bothering to hide the truth.  Then again, when had he ever held back from letting her know where his interests laid, she bemoaned.

They both heard Mia’s convulsive swallow as she contemplated her choices.  It came down to she couldn’t afford an increase in her premiums. A shiver rippled down her spine as he pressed closer and his warm breath tickled her neck when he nipped the tender skin.  Okay, maybe the strain on her finances wasn’t the only reason she was giving his suggestion serious consideration. If she could sate her curiosity about the way her body was always so quick to react to his sexual innuendos about putting her over his knee, remarks she never imagined would titillate her before the divorce, maybe she could get him out of her mind once and for all.   

Taking a deep, nerve-bracing breath, she muttered in a whisper, “Fine,” as if there might be someone around who could hear her.  “I’ll meet you…what?” she gasped, incredulous as he spun her to face the truck and hiked up her skirt. “Here?

“No time like the present.  Don’t worry, Mia, my body is blocking yours, but even if I wasn’t, no one driving by can see back in this far.”  With a hard yank, he drew another outraged gasp from her when he tore off her panties.

Warm summer air wafted over her exposed buttocks for the first time in her life, shocking her when the sudden outdoor exposure elicited a thrill of excitement.  Before she could grasp the significance of that, he palmed her right cheek and squeezed, the instant pleasure from his touch taking her breath away.

“Just as I thought,” Nolan rasped, bending his head to nip her earlobe.  “Soft and malleable. And so very…spankable.” He drew back and slapped the same cheek, a light smack that tingled more than hurt.

Mia shut her eyes against the warm dampness filling her long-neglected pussy, mortified by her response to what should have been an abasing experience.  The next swat covered her other cheek and was just as potent as the first. Her tense muscles relaxed, and she was thinking this wasn’t so bad when he delivered a harder smack that jiggled her flesh.  A small cry slid past her compressed lips, but he didn’t give her time to balk or complain as he set about peppering her butt with a volley of spanks, alternating between light and hard enough to sting while moving back and forth between her buttocks.  A slow warmth enveloped her entire backside, along with small prickles of pain as the slaps grew sharper. Unable to help herself, she lowered her head to rest on her hands braced on the truck and tried to ward off the escalating pulses spreading down to her sheath.  A part of her couldn’t believe she was letting him do this and an even more insane part couldn’t fathom the escalating arousal the embarrassment and discomfort added to.

Nolan stopped and caressed her buttocks, the now soothing strokes calming her riotous senses.  “I knew you had a submissive streak worth exploring,” he said in a rough tone.

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I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

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It’s here! The cover reveal for Taken <3

Title: Taken
Series: The Dark Necessities Trilogy #1
Author: Felicity Brandon
Genre: Dark Romance/Kidnap Thriller
Release Date: November 28, 2018
Cover Design: Eris Adderly

 

One obsessed fan. One captive author. 

 

Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing until an unknown hero steps in to protect her. But Molly’s relief soon turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed. Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her, he wants to take her for himself.
Now Molly’s fighting, not just for her life, but for the essence of who she truly is. If she’s going to survive in Connor’s dark new world, she’ll have to learn to play his base games. But if Molly plays, what will it cost her? Can a monster ever really learn to love, or will his need to dominate destroy them both?
If you enjoyed the debauched desire of the Twist Me series, then you’ll devour Felicity Brandon’s edgy new trilogy.
Buy Taken to begin this hauntingly addictive set.
Taken is an edgy, fast-paced, dark romance and is the first book in The Dark Necessities trilogy. Molly and Connor’s story continues in Tamed, and concludes in Entwined.

 

 

Felicity Brandon is a top 100 Amazon bestselling author. She loves the darker side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of bondage and submission. You’ll find her either at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music. 

 

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Saving Sharlee by Alyssa Bailey

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She has been always safe in her secret world, but once she is exposed, will she ever be safe again?

Sharlee Armstrong is happy spending her professional life in seclusion as Vapor, a highly sought out independent information broker. Though she has plenty of high paying clients, the offer from Reynaud & Associates piques her curiosity. During the interview, her libido is also piqued when she meets Jacquard Reynaud—gorgeous, sexy, and dominant.

The job, not just the boss, intrigues her and she accepts the offer. But things spiral out of control, and she finds her reputation, livelihood, and life in jeopardy. Jac and the rest of the alpha males on her new team demand she keep a low profile, but she has other ideas.

The minute she steps foot into his office, and life, Jac knows he has to have Sharlee, but first he must keep her safe—not just from some unknown threat, but from Sharlee herself. He loves her sass but worries that she’ll find herself in real trouble if he cannot keep her under control. So, despite her protests, he takes her in hand. For her own good.

Will she ever learn to let Jac protect her? Can she let Jac and the rest of the team into her previously quiet, mostly solitary life?

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Jac was done negotiating. She wanted it. It satisfied his need to correct her naughty ass. Win-win. Besides, he’d be able to place his hand on her delectable bottom. She had scared years off his life when he found out she was on a site, armed. She had burrowed into his heart and taken up residence. He didn’t know what to do about his feelings, but she’d never be able to stand in the line of fire. He would never deal well with it.

He led her to the chair in front of his desk and flipped it around. The soft exhale from her sweet lips became liquid heat in his engorged cock. He had spent more hours in the gym recently and experienced more cold showers trying to tame his libido than he had as a teenager. He knew he was at the end of his rope. He wanted to kiss her submission when she slid her long, tapered fingers into his.

She was as good as his if he could get a solid indication from her that she was interested. He was ready to act on his need and hers in more than discipline. His calculations said she was ready for this, and him. He slid his hands over her hips and hooked his thumbs into the elastic of the sweat pants she wore. He marveled at the fact that she didn’t even wear a pair of jeans to add more protection. She had no idea how to stay safe in the field or on site and he intended to make her understand that.

Sharlee placed her hand in his. Her eyes were pleading. She was worrying her lip in the most erotic way. He shook his head as much at her as himself. She released a soft sigh indicating her acceptance and put her hands on his chest as he lowered her pants, bringing immediate heat to every inch of his body. Did she have any idea of her effect on him?

“Good girl.” Her eyes lit up. His cock jumped. He nudged her over his lap. Her sweet submission would kill him.

Five in the same spot on each pale cheek soon turned them bright pink. She inhaled swiftly at each smack and softly exhaled as the feeling took over. It should have been enough and for the average woman he had placed in this position it had been, but Sharlee wanted this. He wanted this. He could show her even more play at another time. She would like it in play, but this was discipline. He continued.

His swats were slow, intense, and methodical, delivering a gradual, intense, and penetrating burn. He had practiced this technique plenty of times. Spanking wasn’t as deviant as others sometimes thought. If it was something both participants wanted, craved, it was sensual, intimate, and incredibly hot in so many ways.

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USA Today and International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Alyssa loves writing about consensual power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe in spite of herself.  

If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. She writes about historical and contemporary love.

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Connor offers Molly the ability to run #SatSpanks #ComingSoon

It’s Saturday, and less than three weeks until you can get our hands on Taken. There’s no actual spanking in this scorching little snippet, be rest assured, one if never too far away where Connor Reilly is concerned…

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“Are you going to run, Molly?” His voice was calm, and almost amused as it questioned her.
She shifted her gaze to follow the sound of his voice, her face no doubt portraying her anxiety on the subject. “No,” she lied, her tone breathless.
“No?” he repeated back to her as he stepped forward out of the black shadows of the furthest corner. His right brow arched in the tantalizing way it did when he knew he was onto a winner.
“No,” she confirmed, shaking her head for good measure.
He moved toward her laughing. “You could run, you know,” he went on, his gaze intense as his tall body loomed over her.
Molly blinked up at her captor. Free of her binds at last, she felt bolstered and no longer wanted to call him Master. She could never allow a monster like Connor to master her. “What?”
“You could run,” he affirmed. “If you wanted to? Your stories have always had an element of the cat and mouse about them, haven’t they, pet? I know you’d enjoy that, and if you didn’t already know, I love the thrill of the chase.”
Adrenaline spiked in her body as he spoke. Was he giving her permission to flee from him? Is that why he’d removed the chains? Was this just the latest game he wanted to play?
“Yes,” he answered her, although she was certain she hadn’t spoken the words out loud. “You can run, Molly, but you know if you run, I’m going to chase you, and you know I’m going to catch you.”
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she sat up straight beside him, pinning her wide-eyed gaze onto his. “Why are you saying this?” she mumbled. And how do you know all of this?
His smile widened, and he pulled up a box from nearby, seating himself beside her. “After all this time, pet,” he purred. “Don’t you think I know you by now? I knew you before we’d even met. I know what you’re thinking, Molly. You are quite literally an open book to me.”
She flushed, her head falling forward as though the admission was shameful. She was ashamed, because he was right. He did seem to know her. He knew what she was going to be thinking, what she wanted, and just how to control her. It was freaking infuriating.
“Look at me.” His voice was sterner, having taken on some of the quality which made the knot of anxious energy in her belly tighten. She complied, not wanting to rile the beast in him. Their eyes met, his mesmerizing green orbs utterly compelling. His hand came slowly to her face. Molly flinched out of instinct, but relaxed when he began to caress the side of her face with calm, gentle strokes. “This is your story, pet,” he mused. “Our story. If you want to run, then I am not going to stop you.”
“But you will chase me?” she whispered, her fear furling as simmering arousal at his touch began to flood her system. She knew she shouldn’t crave him, but she found herself leaning into the warmth of his hand. It was like a reflex. Despite the fact this was the same hand that had captured, and tormented her, it was also the hand that had rescued and comforted her – and pleasured her.
Connor’s chuckle resonated deeply inside of Molly’s body. “Of course,” he answered, his fingers tightening in her long dark hair. “I will chase you because you’re mine, pet. You belong to me now, we both know that, don’t we?” He hesitated as though he expected her to speak, but she merely blinked at him. Too terrified to respond. Too afraid of what her answer might be. “Molly?”
The sound of her name made her lips part. It was intimate, fanning the flames of her burgeoning need. “Yes, Master?” she said, her voice barely audible as she confessed the truth.
For a moment they just stared at one another, the admission lingering in the dank air around them.
“But that’s not the only reason I’d chase you,” he went on eventually. “I’d chase you because it’s what you want, Molly, isn’t it?”


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Seduced Under the Mistletoe – Sixteen Sizzling Novellas

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Seduced Under the Mistletoe steamy historical romances

Fearless heroines. Irresistible heroes.

Sixteen stories of Yuletide romance, brimming with scandal, sizzling passion, and the promise of true love.

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Sixteen all-new novellas that will leave you longing for more than twelve nights of Christmas.

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Molly has to remind herself in this #SatSpanks #ComingSoon

I am so excited to finally have a release date for Taken, book 1 of The Dark Necessities trilogy.  Keep your eyes open for 28 November, Taken goes live and it is going to be great! For now, let’s take a short peek into Molly’s thinking for this #SatSpanks edition of Taken.

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“So, let’s put it this way,” he continued. “Address me properly, or you’ll find yourself stripped and over my knee for a bare-arse spanking. And believe me, pretty, I can be heavy-handed when I’m irritated.”
She gulped at that. It was a physical response, and she guessed he saw it. Spanking. Had he just threatened her with a spanking? For fuck’s sake, this was getting out of hand. This complete stranger was now intimidating her with the notion of violence.
Her head spun at the idea, and yet even now, at this most terrifying juncture, her clit throbbed impatiently inside her pants. He’d threatened her with a spanking! How long had it been since she’d been taken in hand? Too long, the tiny voice in her head reminded her.
“Am I making myself clear, Molly?” The sound of his voice snapped her back to reality. Not arousing, she reminded herself. This is not arousing. This is abduction…

 


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Diamond Mountain by Mark S. R. Sterling

Lady Strangways invades the Old West.

In 1870, the world’s largest diamond field is discovered in American Indian country. London financier Nathan Rothschild joins forces with San Francisco entrepreneur Asbury Harpending to control the new wealth. To protect his investment, Rothschild dispatches consulting detective, and sometime spy, Lady Theodora Strangways to shadow Harpending.

Theodora’s adventures stretch from London to San Francisco. Through the desert and chased by Indians, she finally scales Diamond Mountain to find the secret of the treasure.

Lady Strangways’ escapades include inviting several men into her bed. Thus, this story is best suited for adult readers.

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“I say there, Teddy, are you dining here tonight?”

The unseen voice spoke the nickname, Teddy, frequently used by Lady Theodora Strangways’ close friends. However, in The Brookes Club, it would have been socially unacceptable to reveal a woman’s given name. Nonetheless, it was clear to Theodora that this man knew her well.

She pivoted to see Nathan Rothschild and another man approaching. Both men were only about thirty years old, clean shaven, and impeccably dressed in their white silk shirts and black frock coats.

“Natty,” she addressed Rothschild. While the use of formal titles was considered bad form in Brooke’s, the two were close friends. Had he been ten years older, he was one man she would have considered marrying. The fact he was a Member of Parliament, and in-line to become Baron Rothschild, had nothing to do with her interest. However, being Jewish, his family would have never accepted a marriage to her. “I’ve already dined, but I am looking for a partner to pass the time. And your friend is?”

“Ah, forgive me. This is Asbury Harpending, from America. A financial genius.” Given Nathan’s pre-eminent position in London’s financial district, Theodora knew this to be a substantial compliment. “You must join us. I insist.” Rothschild held Theodora’s arm, and guided her toward the dining room.

“Actually, Natty, I am, uh—”

“Working! Oh, my word, you are upon one of your famous adventures. So, the stories are true. What is it today? A foreign spy sent to topple our government? An assassin bearing down upon the Queen?”

“No, more like a common jewel thief.” She instantly regretted the statement; the potential violation of her pledge to Mr. Keller.

“And, to whom among our membership could that apply?”

“Come now, Natty, I’ve said too much. However, could I suggest that table over there?” She directed Nathan’s attention to an empty table, near the one occupied by Margarete and her escort.

“I seem to be missing out of a joke, or something.” Asbury said, as he took his seat.

“Yes, my friend, you are,” Nathan said, but did not explain.

“Mr. Harpending—”

“Oh, you must call me Asbury. And may I be presumptuous and address you as Teddy. You see, I know no other name for you.”

While she did not necessarily approve of the American addressing her in such a familiar manner, she did not wish to state her name.

“Of course, Asbury. Anyway, you see, I am a detective,” she explained.

“From Scotland Yard, and all that?”

“No, not a policeman. Asbury, our dear Teddy is to England what Allan Pinkerton is to America,” Nathan said.

“Well, my hat’s off to you, Miss Teddy.” Asbury raised his hand, and mimicked tipping an imaginary hat.

Theodora said nothing, but she did smile.

A waiter appeared. The two men ordered beefsteak, while they could convince Theodora to order nothing more than a champagne cocktail.

“Quite seriously, Teddy,” Nathan said. “What are you doing here tonight?” An unescorted woman in Brooke’s was certainly not kosher, but he did not state that fact.

An idea struck Theodora. “Don’t turn around now, but the woman in the green gown behind you… I need to talk to her about some dealings in which her husband is involved. She is a hanger-on, and while neither of you true gentlemen would ever have anything to do with such a woman, could I persuade one of you to separate her from that elderly gent, and get her alone? Thus, I can keep her cornered for a private conversation.”

“Ah, the thrill of the chase,” Asbury said. “Pick me, oh please, let me be the one.”

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Metanoia by Bernard Foong

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Metanoia is the fifth and final volume to A Harem Boy’s Saga; a memoir by Young (five-book series). This erotically sensual and captivating autobiography is about a young man coming-of-age in a secret society before being spirited away to serve in several Middle Eastern male harems.

Metanoia follows Young and Andy’s (the young man’s lover-cum-chaperone) journey to their fifth Arabian Household at the opulent residences of their patriarch, Tad; an athlete of international fame. Although the couple had to maneuver through a minefield of explosive sentiments, they also acted as their “Master’s” confidante as they move through the world of the wealthy and elite.

This book is steeped in preternaturalism and spirituality. It is enlighteningly educational in the Middle Eastern way of life and the different aspects of Arabian culture.

This memoir is also an epic love story between Young and Andy. The joys and pleasures together with the trials and tribulations that come with heroic and unconditional love.

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I was tossed about in the tiny confines of Murashshahaan (Running Mate), Sheik Fahrib’s eleven meters’ sailboat. A month before the races the doctor had transported this top of the line vessel from its mooring facility in Musandam Dibba Al Hisn, the Sultanate of Oman to Acapulco; in readiness for the 1968 Summer Olympics yachting competition. Tad (his team-mate) and he had been out daily to acclimatize to the sailing conditions in this Mexican playground of the rich and famous. A week preceding the competition, my Valet and I left from Daltonbury Hall to join them. With our Assalamu Alaikum service behind us, Andy and I needed the repose, to revivify our love and friendship. Our summer vacation was spent traveling around the tranquil English countryside, soaking up the beauty of the Lake District and getting reacquainted with one another. We needed to necessitate our physical and mental bond before departing to Aldhdhib Dann ( وكر الذئب Wolf Den) and Manarat Lilddaw’ ( منارة الضوء Beacon of Light); Tad Abdul Hafiz’s London and Riyadh residences. The both of us had a hunch that our services at our fifth household would not be as smooth sailing as compared to our previous assignments.

Much like Count Mario, Tad was a playboy at heart. His irrational and spur of the moment decisions often send those close to him into dramatic tailspins of immense proportions. It was under this circumstance I now found myself at the mercy of howling winds, roaring waves and pounding rain. Thrown repeatedly from the hull to the rear of this racing vessel. The vicious waves and torrential downpour lapped at my person. Not only did I puke up the gastronomical contents I had consumed not so long ago, but I also had to hold on for dear life in the unfortunate event I would be swept into the ocean. Seasickness had overtaken my person, and no help was available since every strong hand was working furiously to keep Murashshahaan afloat. Hard-pressed at the helm, the sheik steered his vessel away from colliding rocks while Tad and Andy held firm on either side of the riggings to steady the dinghy; in the unfortunate event that the mast should collapse under the onslaught of the ferocious winds. Within this treacherous weather condition, I was left to fend for myself. Not knowing how long this perilous dilemma would last, I rocked, slid and vomited while keeping myself from slipping into the abyss of this bottomless ocean. Suddenly, a hand reached for my collar to pull me away from the slippery taffrail. I was dragged into the boat’s cabin that was now filled with ankle-deep water. As if I had gone bonkers the sportsman glared at me transfixed.

“What in the world were you doing on deck. You were repeatedly told to stay below. This is not a time to tamper with the forces of nature. You could have been swept into the ocean and drown!” he chastised sternly.

“You, Fahrib and Andy are above deck…,” I muttered meekly.

He scowled at my defiance.

“We are experienced seamen and you, boy, is not,” he admonished. “The last thing we want on our hands is your dead body floating in the water.”

“Andy isn’t an experienced sailor,” I negated truculently.

He raised his hand to land me a slap for being an insolent brat. Before his hand could touch my cheeks, the boat’s violent oscillations hurled us in opposite directions. I crushed against the bulkhead while the athlete pulverized onto a dividing panel. Before he left me to my own expedient, his grimace had sent chills across my trembling body. When we finally came ashore, search teams were already scouring the vicinity for distressed boats adrift at sea.  The Running Mate was indeed one resilient lady whose damage was next to none. Thanks to our two experienced yachtsmen, we were relatively unharmed. Besides some minor bruises and concussions, the four of us were up and running after a good night’s sleep. I did not relate to my Valet what transpired in the cabin. After all, I conceded I was in the wrong and shouldn’t have put myself and crew in harm’s way, causing further perturbation if I should indeed fall into the turbulent waves. That would have been an unforgivable disaster.

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The Master by Ashe Barker and Katy Swann

Autumn is just my absolute FAVOURITE time of the year. I love it! The colours, the holidays, the change of temperature; it’s just all amazing. The best is coming around the corner. I JUST finished edits on the first book of my trilogy and am diving into book 2, I can’t wait to announce a release date!  Until then, the NeverEnding Blog Tour brings us Ashe Barker and Katy Swann this week.

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After her long-time taekwondo instructor passes away suddenly, Jodie Price is certain her dreams of Olympic glory have been dashed, and she is thrilled when bold, handsome coach Dylan Atkins offers his help. But Dylan’s training regimen will be more rigorous than anything Jodie has experienced before, and she quickly discovers that he is a firm believer in strict discipline.

When she is caught drinking in defiance of Dylan’s rules, Jodie soon finds herself sobbing and promising to do better as she is thoroughly paddled. Dylan’s stern correction arouses her deeply, however, and it isn’t long before he takes her in his arms and masters her completely. But though his skilled, dominant lovemaking leaves her utterly spent and satisfied, will Jodie trust him enough to tell him the truth when a powerful sponsor tries to use their romance to blackmail her?

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Armed with a fresh drink, Jodie wandered back to the dungeon area, knowing Sally would follow. They stopped to watch a rope scene that had just started. The domme’s rigging was deft and impressive—she clearly knew what she was doing. By the time she had threaded the rope through a hook hanging from a chain in the ceiling, her bound victim was helpless and lost in rope space as the domme carefully suspended her in the air.

“Wow, I’d love to try that,” murmured Sally.

“I wouldn’t,” replied Jodie, tilting her head so she could see the sub’s face as she hung upside down. “Give me a good spanking any day.”

“Shh.” A woman next to them glared at Jodie.

“Sorry,” said Jodie in an exaggerated whisper. She grabbed Sally’s arm and pulled her away from the watching crowd. “Come on, let’s go find some doms who are up for some action.”

Sally glanced at her watch and frowned. “Why don’t we find another scene to watch first?”

“Nah, I’ve seen enough.” Jodie scanned the room and stopped when her eyes rested on the shape of a very tall, scary-looking man. He had dom written all over him. Several floggers and whips hung off the belt wrapped around the waist of his tight leather trousers. That was always a good sign. She poked Sally. “Look at that guy over there. Do you know him?”

Sally turned then shook her head. “No. Stay away from anyone you don’t know, Jodie. Seriously, he could be a nutter.”

“Or he could be a shit-hot dom who knows how to get a girl into subspace.” Jodie strode toward him while trying to work out the most effective way to proposition him. She grinned. She knew exactly what would work. She wanted to be punished and what better way to antagonise a dom than to give him a good, hard swat on his ass? He had his back turned so she had a perfect target. This was too easy. She raised her hand… then someone grabbed it from behind and pulled her backwards.

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About Ashe Barker

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Katy lives in Kent, UK with her husband, three children and three cats. She writes erotic BDSM romance with a strong emphasis on Dominance and submission. Katy explores both the emotional and sexual elements of D/s, with Doms that are firm but caring and submissives that are strong and feisty. 

She loves the 4 C’s: cats, chocolate, champagne and coffee. When she’s not writing she spends her time as a glorified taxi driver for her children and even finds time now and then to indulge in her interests, which include Tai Chi, dance, music, aviation and reading. 

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Devious Eyes by Charlotte E Hart and Rachel De Lune

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“You think I’m a hooker?”
The fiercely brooding guy I met at the bar needed to check his asshole behaviour. Still, he fast turned into the distraction I needed from my life. But it wasn’t romance. Couldn’t be. Running was my MO. This time I’m hiding in paradise, hoping I can stay alive, and trying to ignore the one person I’ve never been able to — my brother.
The problem is, I didn’t know who Nate Cane really was, and I didn’t know what was coming for me either.

“You try it again, and I’m done.”
That’s what I said to my brother when he challenged me. I meant every damn word. This time it’s my rules. My life. My game.
Screw loyalty.
But the woman I met at that bar hid her devious eyes from me. She wasn’t who I thought, and life has a way of determining your future, no matter the odds. Gabriella Alves might have started as a calculated fling — dirty, far from innocent, and mine — but then hell came after her and invaded my world. And a Cane always protects what’s his.
Odds be damned.

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Charlotte is an Dark Erotic Suspense/Romance author living in the heart of the Shropshire countryside in Great Britain. She’s lived all over the UK, but finally settled in a small town that still reeks of old school England.
Writing and poetry have become a revolution for the soul, and she cherishes every second that she’s sitting at the laptop tapping her way into a new character.

“Life is a torrent of differences, different needs and wants, and it doesn’t always end that well. Yet we strive …”
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Most of Charlotte’s work is bdsm based and intended for mature audiences only.

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Rachel De Lune writes emotionally driven contemporary and erotic romance.

She began scribbling her stories of dominance and submission in the pages of a notebook several years ago, and still can’t resist putting pen to real paper. What ifs are turned into heartfelt stories of love where there will always be a HEA.

Rachel lives in the South West of England and daydreams about shoes with red soles, lingerie and chocolate. If she’s not writing HEAs, she’s probably reading them. She is a wife and has a beautiful daughter.
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They rescued her. They tamed her. Now they will ravage her.

Though the aliens were the ones I always feared, it was my own kind who hurt me. Men took me captive, and it was four Vakarran warriors who saved me. But they don’t plan to set me free…

I belong to them now, and they intend to make me theirs more thoroughly than I can imagine.

They are the enemy, and first I try to fight, then I try to run. But as they punish me, claim me, and share me between them, it isn’t long before I am begging them to ravage me completely.
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Molly gets frustrated in this #SatSpanks #ComingSoon

I am in the dreaded editing cave again right now, but Molly has a punishment and I figured you would want to hear about it!

Molly pulled at the chains which held her wrists in place, revelling in her utter degradation at his hands. Her eyelids fell closed as his fingers edged her towards ecstasy. She was close, so damn close, that just a couple of direct swats to her clit would be enough to send her spiralling out of control. As the realisation hit her, Molly’s lips parted of their own accord, her body braced for the impending pleasure.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasped. It was all she could manage as she chased her orgasm, her body acting independently by now, as if she had no control over it whatsoever. She heard his dark chuckle fill the air above her head, the ominous sound only fuelling her desire.

“So wet and wanton,” he murmured. “You’re even better than I’d imagined!” As he spoke his fingers began to slow, before they eased gently from her sodden pussy.

“No!” She groaned, the sense of frustration as her stimulation ceased was enormous, and she ground herself against his leg helplessly, desperate to find just enough friction to take her to the brink. This time he laughed out loud.

“Just look at you, pet,” he chortled. “So fucking desperate!”

Molly screeched with irritation, annoyed by reason that he sought to deliberately build her up like this, just to disappoint her. Who does that? It was worse than being kept and chained, it was just freaking cruel.

“Enough!” He barked, smacking her writhing backside with three hard swats. “Unless you want me to turn this backside black and blue, you will hold your tongue and keep still.”

She heard his words, and understood their gravity, so she willed her body to be calm, but all the while there was the unbearable, burning need that he’d inspired. There would be no relief, she knew that now, and as the reality washed over her, a low sob caught in her throat.

“Clearly I have over-indulged you,” Connor mused as his hand explored the tender skin of her bottom. “This was a punishment, pet. I made that clear right from the start, and that does not mean you’re entitled to pleasure afterwards.”

Hot tears pricked her eyes as she listened to him, but still she couldn’t make sense of what he said. Why play with her? Why stimulate her at all, if he had no intention of satisfying her? The guy really was a sadist if he thought this was fun…

As she blinked the fresh tears away, she saw him gazing down at her, his expression lit with an ugly smirk.


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Five years is a long time to be alone, especially for a submissive. But after a near-eternity without the protective, quiver-inducing touch of a master, Esme Spade remains on the sidelines — even inside the walls of Decadence L.A. Though several Doms would gladly have her, she can’t seem to do anything more than watch, despite the club’s unwritten ‘no gawkers’ policy.

Keiran Finnegan has no time to break in a new submissive. But he’s also a man who knows what he wants, and there’s something about the obviously-wounded Esme that is exactly what he’s been longing for. Will his strength, skill, and patience be enough to revive the spirited beauty? Or is it too late for this gorgeous creature to become his permanent sub?

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USA Today and #1 international bestselling author, Maddie is a lifelong reader who became a romance junkie as a teen with her first romance novel, The Wolf and the Dove by Kathleen Woodiwiss. From then on, she was hooked, and gobbled up everything she could get her hands on, whether contemporary, historical, paranormal or sci-fi. If there was romance to be found between a strong alpha male, and a sassy, adventurous and ofttimes defiant yet loving woman, Maddie was all over it. As an author, she stays true to those themes writing steamy erotic romance, with a side of kink, and adding elements of intrigue, danger and suspense to her plots.

Maddie started writing as a hobby. Her stories stayed private while she raised a family and worked full time as a registered nurse. It wasn’t until 2012 that she decided to take the plunge and submit her first book for publication: Captain My Captain. She went on to publish eleven novels the first year.

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Molly is threatened with a gag #SatSpanks #ComingSoon

I love how these two characters are developing, Molly and Conner are super fun to write!  This week, Molly thinks she has had enough, but Conner certainly disagrees.

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The spanking continued over Connor’s lap, Molly’s behind now surely on fire as his palm connected with her ass again. Her bottom felt several times larger than it had done before, and she wondered if and how she’d be able to sit once he’d finally finished.

He spanked her again and this one felt hard, even in spite of all of the previous swats. The next strike was harder still, and she gasped, fighting to resist the urge to try and move from her place.

“Please,” she murmured in desperation. “I’m sorry, Sir, but please. It hurts so damn much!”

It was a humiliating thing to admit, particularly in light of the position she found herself – upturned over a stranger’s lap for a bare bottomed spanking – but she was past caring about that now. It did hurt, a lot, and she wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.

“Hush,” came Connor’s reply. “I don’t need your opinion, Molly. You’ll be punished until I am satisfied, and if you can’t keep quiet then I’ll be forced to gag that pretty little mouth of yours again. Got it?”

His voice was as hard and unrelenting as his palm, and she knew in that moment that there was little point in further protest. Connor had all the power, and she really didn’t want to end up gagged during the ordeal as well as bound and humbled.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered into the bedding, uncertain if her voice would even carry to where he sat. “I’ve got it.”


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Conner tells Molly who owns her bottom #SatSpanks #Comingsoon

It is finally Saturday and I am at a writers retreat and I am so happy to be around other authors. So much that I almost forgot to post a Saturday Spanks post! I couldn’t let that happen, so let’s find out how Molly does in this week’s Sat Spanks sneak peek.

 

Molly saw the paddle rise into the air, her body tensing as he sent it crash back against her ass again. Shrieking through the gag, Molly struggled again, her breaths coming out in short pants.

“Suck it up, pet,” he sneered as he landed the third swat. “Or let me put this in a way an American will understand. Your ass is quite literally mine. Mine to strike, mine to taunt, mine to fuck, and now I have it right back here where it belongs.”

Molly baulked at his words, something about them sending her crazy. She screamed against the plastic in her mouth, yanking her arms at the straps, but it was futile. It was all futile.

Connor laughed at her performance; the fucker actually laughed as he delivered a number of hard strikes in fast succession. The sound of the paddle hitting her flesh filled the small room, consuming her with her own desolate fate. Was this to be it then, she wondered?

If there was really no running from Connor, then was her destiny to be his play-thing, his pet?

The thought was crushing, but instinctively she fought. She fought for air, for the will to get through this, for just an ounce of freaking composure; for anything which might help.

But there was nothing. There was only Molly, the damn bench with its impossible straps, and Connor. She sensed the paddle in his hand was only the first weapon he would use to break her.


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Theirs to Master by BJ Wane

This week in the Neverending Blog Tour, we have
BJ Wane and book six of the Miami Masters series, Theirs to Master.

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Paige Wilcox has been lusting after the Carlson brothers since the first time she saw the two men enter the cops’ bar where she works.  Problem is, neither man shows her the slightest interest-not until her sister is attacked at a club and they discover Paige posing as a submissive to draw out the assailant.

Troy and Trevor Carlson always found the feisty redhead attractive, but steered clear of personal involvement since she showed no signs of being sexually submissive.  Fear for her safety and a determination to keep her out of their investigation into a serial attacker prods them to insist she complete the terms of an auction contract after they win the bid on her.  Neither Paige nor the brothers are prepared for the streak of submissiveness she exhibits under their dual control.

Paige doesn’t fight her growing need for the two men and the alternative sex they introduce her to, but when they give no hints the feeling is mutual, she despairs of anything coming of the short-term relationship.  It takes the reappearance of the man they were after and another threat to Paige to get all three on board with giving a committed, three-way relationship a try.

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Excerpt:

The afternoon sun warmed skin never kissed by its rays before; the outdoor exposure coupled with the brothers ever-watchful gazes evoked a gush of cream along with new tingles inside her still quivering pussy.  Trevor picked her up, sending the vast panoramic view spinning in a dizzying circle around her as he strode toward the bow.  “Where are you taking me?” she questioned, a touch of worry taking up residence in her abdomen over how nice his arms felt holding her and with Troy keeping step beside them.  Being the object of two men’s focused attention would be a heady experience if she thought she meant more to them than a thorn in their sides during an investigation.

“Right here.”  With a wicked grin, Trevor dropped her with a loud splash into the largest, deepest hot tub she’d ever seen.

Sputtering, Paige scrambled to right herself on the bench, conscious of the way the hot swirling water over her abused buttocks and nipples brought back to life the discomfort they’d heaped upon her.  “Crap on a schnoodle!” she mumbled under her breath while squirming in the bubbling water to get comfortable.

“Lay your head back and be still,” Troy ordered from behind her as his hands landed on her shoulders and pressed her back.

She had no choice but to obey but couldn’t fault him for his high-handedness when he sent her into euphoric bliss by kneading her shoulders and using his thumbs to rub up and down her neck.  “Oh, oh God, that feels good.”  Trevor, standing in front of her, reached in to treat her thighs to the same wonderful manipulations.  Mimicking his brother, he dug his long fingers into her tense muscles and worked out the tightness with a mixture of deep presses and lighter rubs.  “I’ll give you all day to stop,” she sighed.

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About BJ Wane

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking.  My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

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Daddy Demands anthology is LIVE!

From USA Today and International Bestselling Authors Madison Faye, Renee Rose, Loki Renard, Maggie Ryan, Zoe Blake, Alta Hensley, Lee Savino, JL Beck, Jane Henry, Isabella Laase, Kelly Dawson, Sara Fields, Kara Kelley, Measha Stone, Amelia Smarts, Mary Wehr, Maddie Taylor, Meredith O’Reilly, Morganna Williams, Katherine Deane, Alexis Alvarez, Shelly Douglas, Sassa Daniels, Marlee Wray and Rory Reynolds
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These daddies don’t ask for obedience. They demand it.

Daddy’s Demands is a collection of decadently dirty daddy dom romances from some of the hottest authors in the genre. This deliciously naughty box set includes twenty-five brand-new, stand-alone novellas featuring steaming hot, irresistibly sexy adventures with the baddest daddies imaginable. Good girls be warned: your obedience will be demanded on September 18th.

Featured authors: Madison Faye, Renee Rose, Loki Renard, Maggie Ryan, Zoe Blake, Alta Hensley, Lee Savino, J.L. Beck, Jane Henry, Isabella Laase, Kelly Dawson, Sara Fields, Kara Kelley, Measha Stone, Amelia Smarts, Mary Wehr, Maddie Taylor, Meredith O’Reilly, Morganna Williams, Katherine Deane, Alexis Alvarez, Shelly Douglas, Sassa Daniels, Marlee Wray, and Rory Reynolds

Publisher’s Note: The stories featured in this collection all contain hot, dirty sex, sometimes involving ménage or reverse harem themes. Some include spankings, intense and humiliating punishments, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this box set.

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Molly gets punished in this hot #SatSpanks snippet!

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Here’s a dark, sexy snippet from the first book in my forthcoming dark trilogy. Get ready for the delightfully twisted world of Connor Reilly.

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“I’m sorry,” she whispered, apologising yet again, but this time her tone was raspy, her lust evident as she spoke, or maybe it was her trepidation? Connor couldn’t be sure.

He watched her, a small smile spreading across his face. “I know you are,” he cooed, “but sorry isn’t good enough. I asked you to drink all of the chocolate, and you failed in that challenge. That means, despite your very best efforts, you need to be punished.” Connor didn’t even try to hide the happiness in his voice as he cast his verdict, the look on her face making his cock throb with excitement.

“P-punished?” Her voice was low and sensual, but he could hear the anxiety in it.

“Nothing too dramatic,” he reassured her. “It’s the middle of the night for Christ’s sake, and I’m shattered, but you need to learn obedience, pet. On this point, and on every point.”

“I want to obey,” she replied in a shaky tone, “please don’t hurt me.”

That look in her eyes moved him. Yes, his cock was pulsating with undeniable need – a fact that Molly was no doubt aware of, given her close proximity – but it was more than that. It wasn’t just the sadist in him that her doleful expression called to, it was the man as well. At that moment she needed looking after, and protecting, and he was the lucky bastard who’d get to fulfil both desires. He’d give her the spanking of her life, and then he’d be there to console her.

“Remember what I told you before?” He told her. His voice had become a soft, sensual purr, and she raised her chin to meet his gaze. “I will hurt you, but I won’t cause you permanent harm. You need to be punished, pet, but then, you already know that don’t you?”

Molly was shaking her head, tears collecting in her eyes as she blinked at him. “But, I…” She hesitated, the urgency evident in her eyes. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Connor gave her an intentionally dark stare before he continued. “You don’t get to decide when you’re punished,” he sneered. “Or when your behaviour is acceptable or not. You are my pet now. You exist to please me, write for me and do as you’re told.”

He saw her gulp at that, and he hoped the reality of his words settled over her. For a moment there was silence, apart from her ragged breathing. “Do you understand?” He asked her, his tone low. Molly nodded.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, slowly. “I understand.” That was good enough for Connor for the time being, and he backed away, returning to his place on the bed.

“Get up here then,” he ordered, beckoning to her with the index finger of this right hand. “I need to spank you now.” She rose on shaky legs, her chains all rattling at the same time as she stood before him. Connor’s eyes scanned over her gorgeous body, the metal at her wrists and the chain hanging between her breasts. Fuck, she was fabulous, and she was all his.


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Love Under The Western Star by Sahalie Blue

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Love Under the Western Star

by Sahalie Blue

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The peace of Pleasant Valley has been shattered. The feud between the Tewksbury and Graham families has escalated from a sheep versus cattle dispute to a war over access to the only water in the valley – the Wide Muddy River. Hope Tewksbury and Joseph Graham have found love, and now they must find peace.

Dr. Amy Toller is an alien anthropologist studying the fourth planet orbiting the star Chi. She is searching the Galaxy for clues to humanity’s past, and the mythical planet called Earth. She and her fellow scientists infiltrate Pleasant Valley, which mimics the American West of the 1880’s. Their goal is to discover what these distant cousins know of humanity’s birthplace. But first, they must end the bloodshed.

Will Hope and Joseph’s love be thwarted by the hatred their families feel for each other?

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Sorting through and testing the products, instruments, supplies, and devices left over from Doc Bellingham was a tedious, ongoing chore. David was stymied by some of the items, and resorted to capturing visual images, relaying those back to the starship Wilhelm, for identification.

He held up a thermometer and examined it. “It’s a good thing I took a class in Primitive Medical Tools and Procedures at the University.”

Amy shivered. “Sounds horrible.”

“It was quite a popular class, believe it or not.” He grinned. “Do you know what this is?”

“It’s a thermometer.”

“Yes, but, what kind of thermometer is it?”

Understanding dawned on Amy as she took one look at the devilish grin on David’s face.

He closed the gap between them, and wiggled it under her nose. “It’s a rectal thermometer.”

“Ah,” she said, ducking away from him. “You keep that thing away from me.”

He shook it and attempted to read from it. He winked at her. “I’m not sure it’s working. I think we need to test this.”

She crossed her arms. “May I remind you that I’m your superior officer on this mission? If you wish to test it, then shove it—”

David set the thermometer on the table, and drew Amy into his arms. “You don’t need to remind me. You know I’d give my life for this mission, and for you, if need be.” He kissed her. “I only thought we could have a little fun. What do you say, Nurse, shall we play Doctor?”

“I’ve already seen yours, Doctor,” she giggled. “Several times. And, you’ve seen mine.”

He grinned and tapped his foot. “Well?”

She nodded. “Okay, let’s play.”

David let her go, and went to the supply cabinet where he pulled out a few items.

Amy prepared the examination table by laying a strip of clean fabric over its leather padding.

“Doctor needs the patient to undress.” David sat on the stool he used for exams and waited for Amy to remove her nurse’s smock.

Even though he was one of her lovers and had seen her nude many times, Amy assumed a coy pose. She enjoyed teasing him. Dropping her gaze, she fumbled with the buttons on her dress.

“Nervous?” David asked, with a mild jibe in his voice.

Amy gave him a bashful smile while unbuttoning the rest of her dress. Holding the gown in place for a moment, she caught his eye, then let the dress fall to the floor. She lifted the hem of her chemise, and slowly pulled it over her head. Tossing it aside, she stood fully naked in front of him.

“I love that you aren’t wearing those old fashioned corsets and bloomers all the other ladies wear. It makes things so much easier.” David crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”

She stepped over her dress, and stood between his knees.

“I gave up wearing a corset on my second day here. It was too uncomfortable. So, how is it you know what the other ladies wear under their clothes?”

“I’m the town doctor. I know what everyone wears.”

Her nipples peaked, and he leaned forward to caress them with his tongue. At the same time, he stroked the back of her thighs. Amy whimpered.

“Not yet, my sweet. We have some gadgets to check out. I want you to lie on the examining table on your tummy, with your legs spread wide.”

I love a dominant man, she thought and followed his orders.

David spread her buttocks open, and used his finger to apply a dollop of something cold and greasy between her bare bottom cheeks.

Amy flinched.

“Steady now. It’s only a pasty mix of olive oil and water. It will ease the passage of the thermometer.” He rubbed some into her nether hole.

Amy stiffened as David pressed the glass tube against her rosette, but he gave her a sharp smack on her fanny.

“The good doctor will spank a naughty patient, if he has to.”

The sharp sting caused her to take a deep breath and collect herself. It relaxed her, and she wished he would do it again.

“I-I’ve never been probed there before.” The statement was a half lie; she had not been probed there since her body rejuvenation.

David pushed, and the tip slipped past the tiny circle of her sphincter.

“I see that you are already enjoying it.” He worked it deeper, and twirled it around. “All right, I need you to hold still, miss. It will take a few minutes for your temperature to display.” He placed his other hand on her bottom as if he owned it. “Young lady, is your stomach bothering you?” He adopted an authoritative tone. “Have you had any digestive problems of late?”

She said the first thing that came to her mind. “I’ve been nervous lately.”

“Say no more. I will delve deep into this problem.”

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Sahalie Blue was born and raised in the Midwestern US along the shores of Lake Michigan. She now lives in the Pacific Northwest, treasuring the great outdoors of her new home.

Sahalie loves hiking in the region’s majestic Cascade Mountains, dense mossy forests and sagebrush-filled deserts. Her revered, special place is Sahalie Falls, a roaring waterfall that pounds the McKenzie River into a rainbowed mist.

She’s been married for several years to a computer guy who loves to tell jokes. She appreciates laugh-out-loud moments. She enjoys reading just about anything, but mysteries, romances, and science fiction are her favorites. She is passionate about expressing her thoughts and feelings in her writing.

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Blake simply can not wait any longer in this #SatSpanks edition

Happy Saturday! I am so excited, the kids are finally back in school and I am finally finding time to WRITE.  I have several new books in the works and am excited to start talking about them.

But first, let’s join in with Lauren and Blake one last time in this #SatSpank edition.  If you haven’t picked it up, 1-click now!

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“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” he asked her just as he landed the next swat against her vulnerable cheeks. “Is this what you need?” She groaned, the sound traveling directly to his excited manhood.

“Oh, yes, Sir. Thank you!” He smiled, loving the look and feel of her. She made every one of his senses come to life with her hot, whimpering, and squirming body. She was as damn near to perfect as he’d ever known.

The spanking continued by the fireside. The weight of Blake’s hand rained down over Lauren’s rosy backside, her lusty groans growing louder with each strike. Her hands flinched at each impact, her small fingers sometimes stretching into long, spiky shapes, and balling into fists at other times, but not once did she try to resist him.

Lauren needed this spanking badly, and her body reveled in the way Blake mastered her. Her climax seemed to creep up on her. One moment she was aroused, apparently exulting in each new swat that he delivered to her backside, and the next she seemed to be right there, at the brink. Something about the way he spanked her hit just the right spot, each strike adding new impetus to her burning need. He imagined how engorged and excited her clitoris was about now, and the thought made him gleeful.

Lauren cried out as he drove her to the precipice, her back arching as the next spank pushed her straight over the edge. The sensation of her coming apart over Blake’s lap was compelling. He watched the tension in her toned little body, devouring the look of her pleasure as she finally collapsed over him. He shifted his weight as she slid from his thighs. He had to get inside her again. And it had to be now.

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Leather And Lace Magazine, featuring ME!

Love & Lace InKorporated is a literary magazine designed with the avid romance reader in mind. Available in a full color print and eBook, Love & Lace gives readers an inside look at their favorite authors and audiobook narrators.

In this quarterly publication, you’ll find in depth author and character interviews, author favorite recipes, book reviews and recommendations, audiobook news, hot new releases, and so much more!

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I am so thrilled to be included in the magazine and have a short interview in it, I love having a print version!

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Lauren is pushed to the limit #SatSpanks #NewRelease #NowLive

I am so excited that Ladder 54 is NOW LIVE!  Have you picked up a copy yet? It is only on sale this weekend so pick it up fast before it goes up to it’s normal price.

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“Over my lap, beautiful.” His voice was sensual as he gave the order, and the look in his eyes was mesmerizing. Lauren felt her feet shuffling forward, although she wasn’t sure she had commanded them to move. In a heartbeat she was at his side, her pulse racing as his right hand rose to take her small hand.

“Lauren.” His voice was calm, but his intent was clear. She needed to be over his lap now. Lurching forward, she draped herself over his thighs. All at once she recalled the discomfort of the position as her fingers grazed the lush carpet.

Blake’s hand was at the back of her knees, the sensation making Lauren squirm as his digits trailed higher up her legs. Once it reached the orbs of her ass, it paused, massaging them gently as though he wanted to reassure her. And then it was gone, and there was nothing. No words, no sensations, only the sound of her own ragged breathing.

The weight of Blake’s hand came crashing down against her behind. Even though Lauren had been expecting it, the impact still made her gasp, her fingers balling into fists. He spanked her again, his large palm landing against the middle of her bottom. S

he had an idea that he wasn’t using the full force of his hand, but it was enough. As the third strike resonated, the sting seemed overwhelming. He spanked her again and again; swats landing in fast succession. As the strikes rained down, Lauren wondered if she could really get through such a tough spanking.

“Sir?” Her voice sounded hoarse as she spoke, but she didn’t know if it was the pain or the sexual tension in her body. Blake’s hand landed upon her ass once more, but then it paused, squeezing her tender left cheek.

“What is it, Lauren?”

“I know I deserve to be punished, but please, this is too much.” She sounded pitiful, but it was true.

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His Innocent Bride by Kryssie Fortune

This week in the Never Ending Blog Tour, we have Kryssie Fortune joining us with a murder mystery that has a healthy dose of spanking!

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Consummating her marriage shouldn’t be so hard.

Raised in a dour religious sect, Alethea Allerton dreams of dancing, laughter, and love. She fell for the Earl of Deanswood within five minutes of meeting him. They married by special licence a week later, but he’d rather spend time with his mistress than bed his wife. Alethea has no idea how to seduce her husband. Desperate, she visits a house of ill-repute and hires a tutor. He agrees to meet all the costs as long as she remains blindfold throughout their lessons.

The Earl of Deanswood, a Waterloo veteran, wed Alethea to father an heir. He steps in as her tutor but he teaches her as much about spanking as sex.

Alethea survives an attempt on her life. Circumstances implicate Deanswood, and terrified, she flees London. He pursues her, and when he kisses her, she recognises the touch and taste of him. She’s hurt and humiliated by his deception.

Deanswood sets out to win back her trust. Along the way, he teaches her about ropes, spectators in the bedroom, submission, and sex toys. Only one thing mars their happiness. Someone wants Alethea dead.

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Here is a quick excerpt:

Stonehurst’s eyes shone with mischief. “Your wife came to my establishment earlier. She offered me five guineas to fuck her.”

Deanswood spluttered and almost spat out his brandy. “She did what?”

Stonehurst leaned back and savored a second sip of his wine. “Do you want me to repeat it? After you’ve drawn everyone’s gaze? I didn’t take her money or screw her, of course. Let’s find somewhere to talk.”

Anger turned Deanswood’s features haughty and harsh. Fists curled, he glowered at his friend. Make that former friend. He’d rather beat Stonehurst senseless than talk. “You keep your bloody hands off her.”

All Deanswood had wanted was an heir and a spare. Instead, his wife barred him from her bed—unless a quick screw with no foreplay or kisses once a month counted. He’d rather have stayed single.

He’d dreamed of a wife with a warm smile and sweet nature. Curves that made his mouth water and his palms twitch would be a bonus. Leg-shackling himself to Alethea Allerton was the biggest mistake he’d ever made.

He should have made it clear that he expected to bear his children and submit to the occasional spanking. In return, he’d teach her about passion, bondage, and obedience. Until his mother-in-law collared him in the library, he’d been looking forward to his wedding night. His mother-in-law’s words had kyboshed that.

Stonehurst struggled to contain his laughter. “So, what really happened on your wedding night?”

“It’s none of your business,” Deanswood snapped.

Unabashed, Stonehurst grinned. “Your wife made it my business. Her dress sense is shocking. Is that why you couldn’t perform last night?”

Stonehurst was right. Alethea had involved him in the tangled mess of her marriage. “Did Alethea say I couldn’t… Of course, I could… Damn it, I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“It might help to talk about it,” Stonehurst suggested.

Deanswood sighed. “Nothing else seems to. After I’d thrown Lady Babs out, my new mother-in-law collared me in the library. She read me an endless lecture on the sins of marital sex. I’d rather take a dressing down from Wellington than endure that again.”

Inwardly, Deanswood fumed. Why the hell had his wife waited until after the ceremony to send her mother to tell him she didn’t want sex? He supposed she was eager to get her grasping hands on his fortune.

When he learned his wife planned to cuckold him, his eyes narrowed and lips thinned in anger. A trip to Gentleman Jackson’s boxing salon beckoned. Going a few rounds with the champion might calm his soul.

Stonehurst’s teasing manner vanished, and he held up both hands, palm out. “I never touched her. We’re attracting too much attention. Walk with me.”

Deanswood had fought alongside Stonehurst in the Peninsular War and again at Waterloo. They’d shared too much to fall out over a woman. That said, Stonehurst enjoyed the earl’s discomfort far too much.

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Kryssie reads everything and anything, from literary fiction to sizzling romance. Her earliest memory is going to the library with her mother. She can’t have been more than two at the time. Reading, especially when a book’s hot and explicit, is more than a guilty pleasure. It’s an obsession.

Kryssie loves to visit historic sites, from Hadrian’s wall to Regency Bath. The first book she fell in love with was Georgette Heyer’s The Unknown Ajax. After that, she devoured every regency book she could. After a while, they went out of fashion, but part of Kryssie’s psyche lives in in in Regency London. She longs to dance quadrilles and flirt behind fans. Of course, Kryssie’s heroines do far more than flirt.

Kryssie lives in Bridlington on the Yorkshire coast –about thirty miles from Whitby, where Bram Stoker wrote Dracula. She enjoys gardening, travel, and socializing with her author friends. You’d be surprised how many erotic romance authors live in the North of England.

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Ladder 54 is now available for preorder! #ComingSoon

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I am so excited about this upcoming anthology, I think you are just going to love A Hero For Lauren.  The characters really spoke to me and I loved getting to know them, I hope you do to.  Don’t wait, pre-order Ladder 54 HERE, it is going to be $2.99 for a very short time before it goes up to it’s normal price of $4.95 and I don’t want you to miss out!

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To celebrate, how about I give you another snippet?  Blake is stepping up and taking charge even though Lauren hasn’t asked him to. Is Lauren going to be put off by his take charge attitude, or is she going to fall for his loving nature?

She blinked up at him, barely believing what she was hearing. “R-really?” she spluttered.

“But no, I mean. I can’t ask you to do that, it’s my debt and…”

His mouth captured her words and concluded her sentence there and then. She seemed shocked by his agility, her mouth initially tensing as his lips claimed her, but she soon yielded. A carnal moan escaped her throat as the kiss concluded, and as Blake drew away from her, his gaze was intense and unrelenting.

“You never asked me, sweetheart,” he told her sensually. “I told you. I’m going to take

charge of this situation, and I will deal with it.” There was a pause, and then he allowed a small smirk to creep onto his handsome features. “If that’s alright with you?” He added the final part with a sardonic tone in his voice, and she couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“It just isn’t right, Blake,” she replied eventually. “You barely know me.”

Blake drew her damp hair into his hand, drawing her head away from him gently. Wordlessly, his mouth moved in on her nape, and he trailed a line of hot caresses at her throat. “I know what I feel,” he purred. “Lauren, listen, I was your hero once before. Let me be him again.

Let me always be that man for you.”

She gulped, her eyes tearing at his sentiment. “I… I don’t know what to say,” she murmured. Her breaths were coming out in short, fast bursts.

Blake’s expression softened. “Tell me how you feel,” he suggested, as he played with the loose strands of her fair hair at her exposed shoulder. “Would you like me to be that man?”

“Yes,” she replied at once. “But I don’t want to feel beholden to you, Blake.” He could tell she was trying to keep her voice calm as his insistent gaze burned into her skin.

He eyed her, somehow fascinated by her responses. Lauren was so naturally beautiful, yet so clearly didn’t have a clue just how beguiling she was. Something about that innocence made him hard. He wanted to take it and claim it. He wanted to corrupt it.

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Lauren gets the spanking date after all #SatSpanks #NewRelease #ComingSoon

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Saturday is FINALLY here and I am counting down the days until school starts. I’ve scrabbling about for an hour to work everyday, I am ready for the quiet!  I can’t wait for you to dive into my upcoming release in Ladder 54, it releases on 31 August.  Add it to your TBR!  I think this graphic is SO appropriate for this weeks #SatSpank snippet, take a peek!

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They started for the large stairwell, but Lauren’s small strides couldn’t match Blake’s massive ones. At the bottom of the steps, he paused, waiting for her to catch up. Once she was alongside him he swooped, seizing Lauren in his strong arms before carrying her up the staircase.

On the top landing, he crashed into the closest bedroom, Blake’s left arm slamming the door open as Lauren gripped onto his muscular neck. Her eyes blinked around the room, its luxurious décor apparently lost on her at this moment. He sat down on the bed, releasing her onto his lap.

“Stand in front of me,” he instructed, his voice calm despite the abrupt show of his authority. She obeyed, her heart threatening to rise into her throat as she raised her eyes to look upon him.

His earlier words swirled around and around her head. Are you going to take your spanking? Your spanking… It was like every deed, every moment, every illicit fantasy had all been leading her to this moment. This moment with Blake Anderson. He nodded.

“Thank you,” he replied, “although your display of obedience at this juncture isn’t going to save you from this spanking.”

“I know,” she croaked. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Blake lifted his palm to halt her words.

“Enough,” he said sharply. “There’s little point, sweetheart. We both know that you did mean to. In fact, I wonder if this wasn’t your plan all along?” She blanched, shifting her weight awkwardly between her legs. Perhaps he was right? She had been dreaming of this spanking for so long, it was possible that she’d pushed him on purpose, refusing to eat more just to enact the consequences.

“Well, you wanted a date filled with spanking, Lauren, and it begins now.” He stared at her, his expression gleeful. “Over my lap.”

Lauren gulped at the order, although her feet were already moving, doing Blake’s bidding. She stumbled to his right side, positioning herself at his knees before turning and bending over his thighs. There was silence as she yielded, the only sound her ragged breathing as she finally got into position.

Lying upturned over a man’s lap this way was a lot more uncomfortable than she’d ever imagined. His thighs pressed into her lower ribs and belly, and her behind felt absurdly vulnerable.

“Thank you for doing what I’ve asked, sweetheart,” murmured Blake from over her. As he spoke, his hands yanked at the back of her dress, pushing the linen up toward her shoulders. “I know this is your first spanking, so I’ll try to go easy on you, but I want this to hurt. I want you to remember the sting of my palm, and what happens to you when you defy me. You got it?”


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One of my secret projects has been a short story about a firefighter and I can now talk about it!  My story is A Hero For Lauren and is about Lauren winning a night with Blake at a super sexy, BDSM auction.  Check out the cover for Ladder 54!

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Here is the blurb for A Hero For Lauren:

He saved her once, but after Lauren wins a night with her fantasy firefighter, can Blake still be her hero?

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And I KNOW you want an excerpt.  Read this, isn’t it hot?

“I can’t believe this,” she admitted, as her hands grasped at his dark, luscious hair. “All of these years I’ve fantasized about you, Blake, and now.” She stopped, sucking in her breath.

“And now I have you,” he smiled, completing her sentence. She nodded, excitedly.

“I hope so,” she grinned. “I’ve kinda had a firefighter fetish ever since you carried me out of that burning building, Blake.”

He snorted at her answer, kissing her lips chastely as he moved forward on the couch. In a flash, they were standing, her thighs now gripping around his waist, and her hands clutching at his neck. There wasn’t even a sign of effort on his face, as he now stood holding Lauren in his arms.

“Oh!” she cried, the strength and power of Blake almost taking her breath away.

“I thought you had a ‘Blake’ fetish, Lauren, not a firefighter one?” His expression was drawn into a smirk, but she couldn’t help but laugh at that. He was right. A Blake fetish is precisely what she had.

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