It’s nearly the weekend, and I’m thrilled to be joined by Allysa Hart, and her sexy new release, Katie’s New Daddy – the long-awaited sequel to Adopting Katie!
Widowed mother Katelyn Summers, knows her husband would have wanted her to move on and find happiness for herself and a father for their infant son. Knowing that doesn’t make doing it any easier, and she is spiraling fast as she struggles with balancing her new normal with her old wants and needs.
Jeff has always been a natural leader, controlling all aspects of his life with a confidence that rivals no other. When a failed marriage crumbles that confidence, he leaves his entire world behind and loses himself in his work. Nothing can bring him home, until he meets her.
Can these two help each other move on from their painful pasts and into their happily ever after together? How does Katie’s unique family fit into the mix? Can you really have your cake and eat it too?
Here’s a sizzling little snippet from the book… Just enough to whet your appetites!
“You aren’t being rational. I’m not worth all this.”
“Excuse me?” She was making it hard for him to fight the urge to turn her over his knee right then and there. If it wouldn’t have been their first time, he would have.
“You heard me. I’m not worth it.”
“I will be the judge of that, young lady, and before you say another word, let me warn you right now, you have already earned a spanking from me tonight. I would choose your words wisely.”
Her eyes went wide at the mention of getting spanked. They had joked about it before and talked about it at length, but it had never come to fruition. He needed her to understand his love was true, and running from him was never the way to solve an issue. “No one tells me what my woman is worth because there is no way to measure. You are not worth your weight in gold because you surpass that exponentially. You are worth more to me than any job, Katelyn. If that is a deal breaker, then get it out of your head because I will quit tomorrow.”
I hope you’re all having a good week? I’m excited to bring you a tantalising teaser from my current WIP… This is a secret project, but I’ll have more news in the new year!
His lips capture me in a heartbeat, moving so fast that my mind has barely any time to register the act until my body has already done so. My nipples, imprisoned beneath the confines of my bodice, begin to tighten into small buds, and the desire between my legs bubbles into an unbearable need. As his tongue moves deftly into my mouth, exploring me at his leisure, I cannot help but envy the other ladies their nudity. For the first time in my life I want none of this modesty, rather I want to delve into these feelings which this man has awoken. I desire to swim in them, let them consume me, and be devoured. I want him to devour me.
In the book, Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She’s shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he’ll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he’s clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.
Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.
Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?
Check out the red-hot excerpt below (18+ only… you have been warned!)
She felt vulnerable now that she’d gotten naked, but she knelt, knees spread, pussy open, hands resting on her thighs, her gaze fixed on the floor. Just when she thought he’d changed his mind about their scene, she heard him stand and move behind her. He fastened a blindfold over her mask, and her world went black.
The darkness disoriented her, but Master Erik brushed his lips against hers. That brief, gentle touch set the wild horses in her stomach rearing up and pawing the air. She heard his clothes rustle as he moved in front of her. Gently, he lifted her left hand to his lips and kissed her palm.
Coco Starr hitched in a breath as he fastened fur-lined handcuffs around her wrists. He took a moment to check they didn’t dig into her flesh. The deep rumble of his voice delighted her when he told her, “Stand up.”
With her hands fastened before her, she had difficulty rising, so he took hold of one elbow and helped her to her feet. His hands slid down to her hips as he walked her forward. “Arms over your head.”
She stretched upward as instructed. Despite her heels, she had to go on her tiptoes for him to loop the handcuff chain over the hook in the ceiling. Once the chain settled, she felt vulnerable as she teetered on her high heels.
He positioned her carefully, spreading her legs wide, then backed off again. She didn’t move, but her heart beat so loud she could hear nothing except her blood pounding in her veins. Nervous, excited, body on fire for his touch, she waited.
Listening hard, she wondered what Master Erik would do next. She heard his footsteps as he crossed the black-and-white tiled floor, followed by swishing sounds. He’d collected a flogger from the far wall. Although they’d agreed on this, she’d never been flogged before. Her nerves jangled as she anticipated his next move. When the flogger hit her skin, would it be soft and gentle or firm enough to make her back feel like he lashed it with tongues of fire?
Time moved in slow motion. Letting her Dom make decisions for her was a blessed release from her everyday persona. Her spine still tingled, part with nerves, part with anticipation. Not knowing what to expect felt…arousing. Her pussy grew damp, and she hovered on the edge of orgasm.
His breath felt warm on her neck as he palmed her breasts. The way he stroked and caressed them made her nipples peak. He chuckled and slipped tweezer clamps on each breast in turn. They felt heavy and tight, pulling her breasts down. When she wriggled and tried to find a better balance, bells tinkled on the ends of the clamps.
“Sweet music,” Master Erik whispered in her ear.
He stepped back, and she felt the soft caress of suede run down her spine. The slightly furred feel of it against her skin made her sigh in her bonds. A shiver ran from her head to her toes, making the bells clamped on her nipples chime like a fairy song.
It’s the weekend again, and it’s time for your weekly Saturday spanking! I’ve been working hard on the third round edits of my new spanking romance this week, and I’m excited to bring you a snippet from this book. I’ve been keeping the plot of this one pretty close to my chest, and will continue to do so for now, but in the meantime, I offer a short teaser from near the end of the tale…
“And if I stay?”
Her question hangs in the air, taunting me.
“If you stay then we will love, nurture and protect you,” I say without hesitation. “You’ll be welcome to share whatever we have, but we will not be able to provide you with the shiny things you probably usually like to play with.”
She sucks her lower lip into her mouth for a moment. “Will you discipline me as well?” Her tone is so soft, goading me.
I look into her eyes, making sure my tone is firm. “We sure will,” I tell her. “You’ll be spanked whenever you are wilfully disobedient, and especially when you put yourself in danger.”
She squirms in my arms, evidently affected by my declaration.
“How does that sound?” I ask her.
“It sounds hot,” she concedes, and I feel the heat of her blush against my chest. “But I’m not sure how I feel about having you all make decisions for me…”
“I understand that,” I answer her. “It will be different, but I’ll ensure all choices are fair, and you’ll always be safe and cherished.” I pause, glancing down into her hot face. “Forgive me for saying so, but it seems to me that you’ve been making a lot of bad choices in your life. The wrong men, the wrong friends – I don’t know…” She looks at me, but says nothing, waiting for me to continue. “Perhaps it is time to let us make some better ones for you, little fawn?”
She presses her mouth into my chest hair, kissing me. “Perhaps it is,” I hear her murmur.
I cannot wait to share more about this book! 🙂
Stay tuned for sexy snippets over the next few weeks.
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Happy hump day! Third round edits of my latest book are in full flow, so I should have this one off to the publisher before Christmas (fingers and toes crossed!)
Here’s a little snippet for those who like their reading hot…
I’ll be on the look out for ARC readers soon, so if you’re interested, sign up to my fan page now!
She bites down on her lip as her eyes scan over my large frame. “I don’t want to be on my own,” she coos. “In the storm, I mean?”
I smile, gazing down at her, and for a moment we say nothing, permitting each other’s eyes to devour the other. Hell, I bet she’s imagining what I’ll feel like inside of her already…
“You don’t have to be alone,” I begin, raising my hand slowly to stroke the soft strands of fair hair from her face. I pause, absorbing its rich honey tones, and wondering at how beautiful she is.
“What will you do to me?” she asks, her eyes loaded with sin, as though she is at this moment considering all of the debauch options.
“What would you like me to do?” I reply, deliberately throwing her one of my most devastating glances.
Her lips part at my question, and I swear I can hear the pounding of her heart. “I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone so…” she pauses, eyeing me up and down again before she continues. “Big before?”
This time I have no choice, and I laugh gently at the thought. “Do you think you can handle me?” I say, deliberately wishing to provoke her.
Her right eye brow raises for the briefest second, and I know she has taken my bait. “Of course, I can handle you,” she says flatly.
“So then,” I answer her with a chuckle. “You have nothing to be worried about.”
“Hmmm,” she replies, “not unless you…” Her voice dries mid-sentence, and something about the resonance makes my cock throb painfully at my waistband.
“Not unless, what?” I murmur, pressing myself against her sweet body.
An unconscious groan leaves her lips as she feels, apparently for the first time, just how keen I am to keep her company on this stormy night. “Logan,” she breathes, her gaze coming to rest upon my own once again.
“Not unless, what?” I repeat, allowing my exasperation to show just a little in my voice.
She stills, acknowledging the tone. “Not unless you spank me again,” she whispers, her dilating pupils evident even in this light.
What an intriguing young thing you are, I think as I watch her. The one thing that you protested so vehemently, now appears to be the one thing on your mind…
“If you behave, then you won’t need to be spanked again,” I say, maintaining eye contact with her as I speak.
Her cheeks flush, although I can’t tell if that’s with arousal or an evocative blend of her excitement laced with the obvious fear she feels. She swallows, evidently trying to play it cool. “But what if I *want* to be spanked again?”
With no memory of her past, Faye Lynn Berton clings to a father who curses her ability to shape-shift, then uses her special skill to scam local villagers. The only freedom she knows comes as she soars through the sky in falcon form. A chance meeting with another changling turns her world upside down. Beyond satisfying the powerful sexual cravings that follow transformation, he reveals a surprising dimension of sex between their kind…one to unlock the secrets of her soul.
Havyn Westmore has questions…Faye Lynn holds the answers. Determined to unravel her secrets, he must strives to gain her freedom and trust. Teaching her the finer techniques of transformation keeps her close while sex strengthens their bond. But on the trail of discovery, Havyn must confront his own past. Accused of a heinous crime, he was banned from his homeland. Now, he must choose between returning to face certain execution—or robbing Faye Lynn of her birthright and a life in Paradise.
Check out the enticing excerpt right here…
“So tell me, how did you get onto my property?” He leaned against the rock where she’d transformed.
His nostrils flared. He turned his head. His dark hair caught the light of the falling sun and sparked with the same red highlights from the night beast. The fabric across his chest expanded, displaying strong, well-defined muscles.
He turned and nailed her with a piercing black stare. “You’re a shape-shifter, aren’t you?”
Uncertain if she should speak the truth, Faye Lynn shook her head. “Why would you say such a thing?”
“Because I can smell you.” He stepped forward. His rubber boots splashed in the shallow waters of the river. Each step drew him closer.
If she knew how to swim, she would’ve turned and swam away, but alas, she didn’t. “What? What smell?”
A lustful smile passed over his lips. His white sharp teeth looked ready to feed on her flesh. He licked his lips and stopped a few paces from her. “An alluring scent of a shape-shifter. After changing form, they burn with a hunger that can only be satisfied in one way.”
Her heart jumped into high speed at idea of this excellent example of a man knowing her desires. She studied him again, taking in his narrow hips and powerful legs.
It’s a new week, and I’m thrilled to host the awesome Katie Douglas, with her hot new release, Her Cyborg Daddy.
In the book, Zanthia is well-trained in the art of diplomacy, but she quickly finds herself in way over her head when she is assigned as the liaison for Unit 7090 Mark III, also known as Mark. The stunningly handsome, impossibly virile cyborg ambassador from an AI civilization has plans for his first encounter with a woman, and those plans include making Zanthia call him daddy, spanking her bare bottom when she is naughty, and enjoying her beautiful body in any way he pleases.
Though she is shocked by Mark’s demands, Zanthia soon finds herself quivering with desperate, shameful desire as she is stripped naked, restrained to an exam table, and brought to one helpless, blushing climax after another. That is only the beginning of her ordeal, and over the coming days Zanthia learns what it means to belong to a daddy who will not hesitate to explore even the most intimate and embarrassing of his little girl’s needs. But when Mark brings Zanthia with him to his world, will the arrival of a biological lifeform throw his civilization into chaos?
Publisher’s Note: Her Cyborg Daddy is a stand-alone book which is the third entry in the Twenty-Fourth Century Daddies series. It includes spankings, sexual scenes, and age play. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Read the red-hot teaser below, and then one-click the book today!
“Hold your cheeks apart,” he reiterated. With a sigh, Zanthia reached back and grabbed the mounds of flesh then pulled them open, displaying herself to him in the most humiliating way imaginable.
“Don’t let go of your bottom, young lady, or you will find yourself with an even longer, harder punishment.”
His hand swatted her tender bottom flesh and she squeaked as the sharper pain radiated through her delicate valley. “You are very wet again, Zanthia. Does the idea of having your bottom hole punished arouse you?”
She didn’t reply until a much harder swat landed right on her rosebud, filling the inside of her naughtiest tunnel with tingles.
“Yes. It does,” she told him, feeling her cheeks heat up as she said it.
“Then I’d better do it very thoroughly, to ensure you know exactly what you won’t get if you don’t answer my questions in the future.”
Damn him, why did he always manage to play her like a fiddle?
It’s Sunday, and I have exciting news for fans of hot erotic romance! Measha Stone’s Protecting His Pet is on sale today for only $0.99! Check out the details here, and then be sure to grab yourself a copy.
After her brother’s life of crime is brought to a sudden end, twenty-two-year-old Kara Jennings fears she may be the next target of the men who killed him. It comes as a shock, however, when she is taken captive by a mysterious man who promises to keep her safe but quickly demonstrates that he will not hesitate to punish her in any way he sees fit if she disobeys him.
Devin Stinger is certain there is something important that Kara is refusing to share with him—something related to her brother’s death—and he is fully prepared to be as firm as necessary to get her to tell him the truth, even if that means stripping her bare, spanking her hard and thoroughly, and keeping her caged like a pet.
Despite her shame at being made to kneel naked at her captor’s feet, eat from his hand, and surrender her body to him completely, Devin’s dominance leaves Kara helplessly aroused and yearning for him to master her even more thoroughly. When he brings her to the edge of an intense climax only to leave her desperate and wanting, her need for him to claim her properly compels Kara to confess the secret her brother shared with her before his death. But will that information help Devin protect his beautiful pet or will it ultimately put her in greater danger?
Publisher’s Note: Protecting His Pet includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive pet play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Brace yourself, here’s the red-hot (18+) excerpt!
“Time for your shower.” He grinned and started to head back toward the house.
“Here?” she called to him, and he didn’t bother responding. He’d just tied her to a fucking tree, where did she think she was having it?
It was pretty warm for a fall day, which was good—for her.
Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open when he headed back toward her carrying the hose in one hand and a bucket in the other.
“No. No. Not a hose.”
Funny how she thought she had the right to demand anything from him at that moment. After she’d sliced him. After she’d spit at him. After she’d fought and clawed at him. Between the two of them, she had been the most violent.
“Oh, yes, the hose. That’s how I clean my pets, peaches.” Her intake of breath at how he referred to her wasn’t lost on him. Such a little sound really. Most men wouldn’t even notice it, but not Devin. No, he not only noticed it, he basked in those little sounds. The hums, the shocked gasps, the painful cries, the soft murmurs of pleasure, all if it stroked his arousal to an almost painful point.
“I-I’m sorry if I hurt you.” Her apology came fast, her eyes never leaving the bucket as he began to fill it with water. A bar of soap floated in the chilly water along with a rag he’d tossed in there. He was going to enjoy cleaning her.
“I’m sure you are,” he agreed, tilting his head to look up at her. “That doesn’t change much, though, I’m afraid. You see, actions have consequences.” He lifted up his left arm, where the injury was hidden beneath the sleeve of his t-shirt. “Even when you’re sorry. I’ll give you a word of advice. Take your punishment like a good girl, and you’ll start earning your privileges back.” Bubbles formed in the water, and he turned off the spray from the hose, closing the gap between them.
“Just let me go. I just want to go home.” She stomped her foot in the dirt. Her bare foot made no sound against the earth beneath it, but the dirt kicked up a bit. He looked down at the few particles that landed on his boot.
“Now you’re kicking dirt at me?” It was cruel to add that to her list of transgressions, but the beast within him was slowly making its way off its leash.
“No.” Her curls flew from side to side as she shook her head. “No, Please. I—” She screamed when the cold water from the hose hit her naked body. She jumped back, but the leash didn’t give her much room to move away.
“What was that?”
She twisted away, but the water caught her. “C-cold! Too cold!” she screamed.
“I bet it is,” he nodded in agreement, aiming the hose for her chest. Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks with the chilled water hitting her. He couldn’t have planned for a sexier sight. She tried to close her arms, to protect her breasts, but they were tied overhead. He softened the stream and stepped closer, watching the water fall over her heavy breasts and roll down her flat stomach toward that little patch of hair he had admired earlier. He let go of the handle, stopping the water for a moment. “Turn around. I want to get your back.”
“No!” she refused.
He turned the water back on and aimed the stream at her hardened nipples. She squealed, twisted, and turned, but couldn’t get away from him. Damn, his dick was hard.
“Turn around.” He gave her another chance, aiming the stream to the side.
“I hate you,” she affirmed once more, then slowly turned so her ass faced him.
He nearly groaned at the sight of her round ass. Only a few welts were still showing from the belting he’d given her the night before, but other than that her creamy skin was completely unflawed. Of course he’d remedy that after her shower. The girl still had a punishment coming. A hard punishment.
“You can hate me all you want. Won’t change what’s coming.” He rinsed off her back then stepped closer, wrapping his hand to her front and cupping her chin. Pulling it back, he began to gently spray her hair. Her breath hitched, but soon adjusted to the new chill. “Now you need soap,” he whispered in her ear.
Welcome to Saturday. I’m happily celebrating my birthday (still) but fear not, I’m still leaving you my weekly delivery of delicious #SatSpanks! This time is from my current WIP (the one I’ve been working on all week,) and we join it mid-punishment…
He doesn’t respond with words. Instead, his palm does the talking, reddening my backside with short, sharp swats, which send me a definite message. I am in charge, Madelaine. You will stay where I put you – where you are bound. You will endure…
And that’s what I do. I tolerate the onslaught, registering each strike as it lands, and trying to imagine where it has landed on my helpless bottom. I accept each delivery for what it is – his mastery of me – and I suffer for him, because it’s what we both need to happen.
I lose count of the strikes around thirty, each blending and blurring into one blistering punishment, and it’s around then that it happens. Something shifts in me. There’s a change, and it’s new and disquieting. The spanks still fall, and the pain still registers, but it’s different now. Now, I welcome it, relishing the sensation of it all. I push my ass back to meet his hand, my hips flexing of their own accord.
It’s hump day, it’s a new month, and it’s nearly my birthday! To makes things even better, my characters are talking loud and fast – their words coming at me almost as quickly as I can get them on screen…
For this week’s #WipItUp, I want to feature something from my newest WIP. This one came to my in the middle of the night last week, and wouldn’t let up until I’d plotted the first half of the novel. I mean, I never plot. I never have, but this one is different. The characters are screaming at me for time and attention. So, here’s just a tiny snippet – let’s call it an appetiser.
“Turn around, and bend over,” he orders me, and I find my body is scrambling to obey even before I register the command.
He moves wordlessly, securing each of my limbs to the bench with the leather straps I had noticed earlier. As all four of them are buckled into place, my breathing becomes faster and more erratic. This is really happening. I am actually here, strapped down face first over this strange contraption, and soon he’ll be doing goodness knows what to me. My chest heaves as I struggle to pull the necessary oxygen in from the air around us.
“Breathe, Madelaine,” he soothes, rising to stand as he steps away from my left wrist.
Breathe, I snort. Easy for you say, Mr Heilbronn, but my lips remain quiet, wordless, as I watch him wander to my behind.
He touches me, and I brace, expecting pain, yet his caress is gentle. One, maybe two fingers trace an invisible line over my body, beginning at my shoulder blades, and running down to my exposed bottom.
“You are quite exquisite, Madelaine,” he murmurs, his tone full of his own arousal. “Of all of my projects, you, Madelaine – you are the most beautiful.”
Enjoy your day, and here’s to a fabulous new month!
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This Saturday I am sharing a sexy spanking snippet from my new Viking romance (the follow up to The Viking’s Conquest!) In this scene, Aurelie discovers what happens when she deliberately disobeys Anders (you’d think she would have figured this out by now, but anyway…)
I see him smile, and his face descends to my nape. His hot lips press into my neck, caressing the sensitive flesh there, and an unconscious moan escapes my mouth at the heady sensation. And then he is gone, the heat and weight of his body disappearing as quickly as it arrived.
“It is time,” he says, his tone lower than before. “We begin with ten lashes, and we shall see how you fare.”
I nod, trying to muster my mettle from wherever it is hiding. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I reply, my tone breathy.
The subtle noise the lash creates as it slices through the air is the only warning I receive, and seconds later the cruel impact of the thing lands against my exposed behind. The sound as it lands is loud, cracking through the air like a canon and making my feet leave the rug below them even before the pain registers. The sting is next, and the hurt is intense. In the post-climatic haze of our love-making the last time Anders had used the lash on me, I had quite forgotten just how much the thing hurts, and now I remember it all.
“Ouch!” I call out, unable to contain the burn of the lash.
“Does my lash sting, my sweeting?” he asks, coolly.
I still at his tone, indignation flaring in me, the force of which takes me by surprise. The inner battle between my pride and my contrition as intense as it always was. “Yes,” I snap. “Yes, it does.”
The implement is in the air again and this time it lands against the other side of my bottom, making me jump again as my fists grip tightly to the bed post before me.
“Good,” he muses aloud. “I am pleased to hear it. Whilst you think on the pain, consider also why you come to find yourself in this predicament in the first place.”
He lands the third strike then, catching me off guard, and I draw in a breath. All of my stoicism abandons me at this moment, and tears begin to burn in my eyes.
“Tell me, Aurelie.” His voice is so stern. “Why are you being punished this way?”
The flames at my ass are sear into me with such intensity that I have to take another deep breath before I can even answer him. “I was dis…obedient,” I begin, “and disrespectful.”
I brace myself, waiting for the next strike, but instead I hear his words.
“Go on,” he coaxes. “Why the lash? Why do you deserve the lash?”
I sigh, dropping my head between my outstretched arms as the first large teardrop falls past my nose. “I put myself in danger, My Lofðungr,” I answer him, miserably.
“Yes, you did,” he replies, and all at once the lash cracks against my skin again, making me cry out. “You are my everything,” he hisses from behind me, the angst evident to hear even in his voice. “I cannot lose you, Aurelie. Not. Ever.”
He punctuates the final words with two new strikes to my punished cheeks, and the momentum of them takes my breath away. I let out a low sob, allowing the tears to come now and not caring who hears me.
“Four more, Aurelie,” he tells me, and his tone has softened.
I nod, sniffing back my self-pity as I reply. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I tell him without lifting my head.
Stay tuned for more news on my domineering Viking!
If you missed the first instalment of his BDSM romance, then grab it here:
In the book, Avery Madison, a farm girl from Montana and struggling interior decorator, has been trespassing on a private beach as payback for a broken promise.
For weeks billionaire Dean Guthrie has been irritated by a young woman disrupting his solitude, and finally catching her he pulls her over his knee. Infuriated she marches into the water not noticing the menace lurking in the shallow depths.
Dean’s frantic shouts of warning send her racing back to the sand, and barely escaping the jaws of the great white she falls into his arms at the water’s edge.
Moments later he recognizes the dark-haired green-eyed beauty. At a chance meeting months before she’d begged him to look at her ideas for his house. Though he’d agreed and was eager to see her again the portfolio had failed to appear.
They realize conniving forces must have interfered, but who, and why? As smoldering passion ignites, more questions surface as they are faced with a mysterious spate of nasty misdeeds.
Does someone want to keep them apart, or are Avery and Dean in serious danger…?
A menace lurks and romance flames in this sexy romance. If you enjoy mystery and suspense with take-charge alpha male and feisty female, you’ll love The Billionaire’s Beach. Grab your sunscreen and click the link today.
This sounds like a fascinating read, and just to prove the point, here’s a snippet to whet your proverbial whistle!
A ripple of something indefinable was moving through his body. He’d wronged her, but who was she, and what had he done?
“This isn’t about me owning this property,” he exclaimed. “Tell me, dammit. What’s going on with you?”
“I’m leaving, that’s what’s going on with me,” she snapped, and turning away she hurried towards the water, but to his surprise she abruptly stopped, spun around, and glowered at him. “I’m glad I was irritating, I’m glad I messed with your perfect little world,” she shouted. “Maybe I was wrong to trespass, but you deserved every aggravating moment, and I might have a sore backside but it’s worth it. It’s time you did some thinking…asshole!”
As she stormed off a second time, he stared after her in complete disbelief. The bikini-clad, beautiful young woman had been the source of ongoing irritation for many weeks, and he’d done what came naturally. He was a dominant, spanking was as inherent as breathing, but had he acted too quickly? Clearly there was more to the story, but why hadn’t she told him? He thought about chasing after her but changed his mind. She was in a state, and he wasn’t feeling particularly happy either. Striding across to the staircase he punched the code into the gate keypad and started up the steps. His habit was to take them two at a time for exercise. He’d been tempted to put in an electric chair, but he liked the forced workout.
“Avery Madison,” he muttered. “I’d remember that name, but her voice, I know her voice, dammit.”
She had a knock-out body, but how could he recognize any woman wearing such large dark sunglasses? Any time he’d studied her through the telescope they’d covered her face. Had it been purposeful? Had she deliberately been hiding behind them so he wouldn’t recognize her?
“Dammit. I should have made her take them off. What’s wrong with me?”
He couldn’t abide sand in his house, and before entering he made it a point to clean it off with a brush he kept hanging on the railing. As he swept his feet and legs he continued pondering, and moving inside he headed up the stairs to his bedroom. As he dropped his clothes into the bathroom hamper, and washed his hands and face, the young woman’s attitude and words continued to weigh on his mind.
“We’ve met,” he mumbled. “I can feel it, and I know your voice. It’ll come to me. Once I calm down, it’ll come to me.”
Quickly dressing in comfortable slacks and a thin v-neck cashmere sweater, he moved swiftly back to the kitchen and filled a mug with coffee from his built-in coffeemaker. Curious to see if she’d left he carried the hot drink outside to the deck, and walking to the railing he stared down at his beach. To his surprise he saw her standing thigh-deep in the water. The baseball cap was gone, and her long dark hair was flirting with the wind. The sun, huge and low on the horizon, was sending a myriad of colors across the sky and sea. The sight was breathtaking. It was a photograph waiting to be taken.
Hurrying inside he grabbed his phone, moved quickly back to the railing and framed the shot. He snapped the picture, and as he stared at the captured image he felt a strange stirring in his soul. He glanced down at her, and to his surprise she turned around and gazed up at him. Had she felt his eyes on her? The moment felt almost ethereal, and impulsively he raised his hand in a simple wave. As she briefly lifted hers in response, he wanted to run down the stairs and pull her out of the water. Without those damn sunglasses he’d know her, he was sure of it, but she had already turned back to face the sea and was moving slowly forward.
“I’m going to have this printed out,” he mumbled looking back at the photograph, then seeing what looked like a speck of dirt on the glass he brushed it aside.
It didn’t move.
He enlarged the image.
A shard of panic sliced through his being.
It was a shark’s fin, and it was perilously close to shore.
A huge thanks to everyone who took part in my recent contest to celebrate 100 posts right here at WordPress. I am thrilled to announce that the winner of the giveaway is Jean Pleasant – congratulations, Jean! You’ll be receiving your prize copy of my bestselling erotic Viking romance, The Viking’s Conquest!
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This hump day, I am happy to be able to share a steamy snippet from one of my WIP’s, the long-awaited sequel to The Viking’s Conquest.
In this excerpt, Anders and Aurelie are jostling to take charge of their new situation as the dynamic between them shifts, but Anders is quick to ensure that Aurelie still knows who is really in charge…
“Yet you forget, My Lofðungr, that I was a Princess in Donrose. I was a Lady with power and influence. You have plucked me away from that life, and now…” I pause, the words ahead unknown to me.
His large fingers fly to my chin again, and gently he brings it north to meet his gaze. “I plucked you?” he repeats, and his tone sounds almost amused. “Are you sure, my brave little Aurelie? As I remember it, you cut me down from your brother’s gallows and saved the life of your Viking. Is that not how it was?”
I close my eyes at the image he describes, my breath catching as the memory and the reality collide. “Yes,” I reply, my eyes fluttering open. “Yes, it was me, and I’m sorry. I must take responsibility for my actions.”
He chuckles, and the sound draws my gaze back to his hot, insistent eyes. Those eyes, so blue and intense – capture me, the way they have always captured me. I am his… “You are too hard on yourself,” he purrs, brushing the stray strands of hair from my face. “And you have no right to do so. I am your master now, my little sweeting, and only I have the right to punish you.”
I swallow hard as he vocalises what I have been thinking. “So, will you?” My voice is tentative as I ask for what we are both contemplating.
His lids are hooded and dark as he surveys me. “Do you think that is what you deserve?”
I blink at him. So, he is to make the admission real – he wants me to say the words aloud. “Perhaps,” I respond. “I, I did not intend to be disrespectful, and yet I see now that I did undermine you. It is just…” I run out of words, my internal struggle between the Lady I once was, and the one I must now become, ever present in mind.
“Should I not spank you then?” he demands sensually. “For this transgression? Should I not bare your delicious behind, and tan it with my palm?”
The afore mentioned palm resumes its place at my face, stroking my left cheek with feathery light touches. His question hangs in the air between us, and for the longest time I cannot react, although the answer is absolutely clear.
“Yes, My Lofðungr,” I whisper, eventually. “Yes, please, spank me.”
If you missed the beginning of Anders and Aurelie’s journey together, then you can read it right here:
Indulge your #sinfulSunday today with the hot new read by Constance Masters. In A Firm-Handed Man, we meet Mikala Black. After a night out with friends, twenty-five-year-old Mikala makes an extremely foolish decision that puts her in danger and ultimately results in her being left stranded by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. When her plight is finally noticed by the driver of a passing car, her rescuer turns out to be Andrew Weatherly, an old high school classmate.
Andrew is no longer the boy she remembers as her chemistry lab partner, however. He is a tall, handsome, confident man now, and it sets Mikala’s heart racing when he scolds her for her reckless behaviour. Despite her best efforts to respond to his lecture with nothing but indignation, Andrew’s declaration that she is in need of a long, hard spanking leaves her intensely aroused.
Mikala has dreamed for years of finding a man who will not be afraid to take her in hand, and she cannot help wondering if Andrew would follow through on his threat. She soon learns the hard way that he will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she pushes him too far with her defiant attitude.
Over the coming weeks, a romance blossoms between them, and though Mikala often finds herself with a bright-red, sore bottom, being kept in line by a firm-handed man is everything she hoped it would be. But when the demands of Andrew’s job put a strain on their relationship, will Mikala’s over-the-top reaction end up tearing apart everything they’ve built together?
Publisher’s Note:A Firm-Handed Man includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Check out the red-hot excerpt here (warning – 18+ only! 😉 )
He threw a pillow on the bed. “Lie on your tummy,” he ordered.
“The light?” she asked hopefully, but she already had an inkling what his answer would be.
“No, I want the light on this time. I want to see your pretty pink bottom—amongst other things.”He gave her a gentle push and she was over the pillow waiting with her ass in the air.
He took his time and she knew why. His fingers followed what she imagined was his line of sight. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she allowed to slip out of her mouth. Predictably a burst of reignited burning splattered across one cheek and then the other but it was worth it, it broke the spell and got him moving.
“Eager, are we, miss smartypants.” He spread her legs and dipped down to taste her. “Yes, you are.” His big hands kneaded her ass, spreading her, licking her glistening lips.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered.
“Push your ass up for me, baby.” He tapped her ass none too gently.
Mikki didn’t have to be told twice. She wanted him inside her, to feel the weight of his body on top of hers, controlling her every move. “Now, please,” she begged.
He didn’t keep her waiting any longer, he was rock hard.
She sucked in a deep satisfying breath when he entered her, sliding all the way to the hilt. Every ounce of his manhood was filling her. “Oh, baby, that feels so—” He pulled out and slammed back inside her deeply before she could finish her sentence.
Drew pushed her top out of the way and grazed her back with his stubble.
His whole body seemed to cover her as he kissed and nibbled the back of her neck. She could only manage shallow breaths, gasping small desperate puffs of Drew’s scent as he pummelled her. She could feel her peak building. “Yes, yes,” she panted.
“See what you do to me,” he muttered. “I want every part of you.”
“You have me.” Her climax hit and she squealed with the intensity of it as every muscle in her body twitched and quivered.
It’s Saturday, and it’s time… Brace yourselves for your spanking! 😉
This week, my snippet is taken from one of my current WIP’s (which is actually with my beta readers as we speak!) In this scene we find out just why our protagonist deserves her penance so much…
I flinch, swallowing in air at the impact, which awakens the spanking Logan had given me earlier.
“Why are you being spanked?” His tone is harder as he spanks me again, and the resonance is deeply arousing. Heath has always been alluring, but without his older brothers to dominate him, it seems he is finally able to take on the leader’s role himself.
“I put myself in danger,” I murmur into the wood, pushing back against his hand as it lands against me again.
“When we found you gone, the thoughts which went through my head…” his voice trails away. “Honestly, you may not care about yourself, but in my brothers and I, you have found people who do. Have you got that?”
The crack of his palm reverberates around me, and I stretch my mouth wide at the hurt. “I’ve got it,” I whisper, although my words are lost in the sound of the next impact. For someone who claims to have never done this before, he has a good, hard swat, but once more the inadvertent consequence is the fervent desire pooling between my legs.
He spanks me again, followed by three insistent swats – one after the other.
“Heath, please…” My voice is croaky with need.
His palm stills at my plea, the fingers splaying, and two of them dip under the curve of my hot ass, exploring the wet pool they find there. “F**k,” he moans, pushing them inside my tight channel. “I can’t do this anymore. I just want to have you.”
I pant, rueing that the spanking is over, but secretly pleased that I am about to have his monster cock inside me again. “I’m yours,” I mewl, my eyes darting behind to find his face. “F**k me.”
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It occurred to me that yesterday (19th October) was the first anniversary since The Viking’s Conquest was released, and wow – what a year it has been!
The powerful, and often divisive tale of Anders and Aurelie’s blossoming love affair has been such an amazing success. It reached #1 in three countries and stayed there for over 50 days! As we speak it is still inside the top 50 in the UK, and has resiliently stayed inside for top 100 for the majority of the last year. On top of that it was runner up in last year’s ‘best erotic’ Spanking Romance awards, and won the readers-choice ‘Favourite Historical Fiction’ award – Just. Wow!
I have all of you to thank for this awesome achievement, so thank you to each and every reader who has bought and reviewed the book. I know it is not to everyone’s taste, and I totally respect that, but I still appreciate those who take the time to read my work.
I am currently penning the sequel, and am once again totally immersed in the debauchery of Anders and Aurelie. I hope to have their new story completed by the end of this year, so I’ll hopefully have more news of this soon.
Don’t forget, if you haven’t read The Viking’s Conquest, you can win yourself a copy in my giveaway this week! Find out the details and enter right here! 🙂
I’m super excited to feature Ashe Barker’s brand new Viking romance today! Held In Custody sees an intriguing time travel twist on Ashe’s historical erotic romance…
When he encounters an injured young woman while on a motorcycle ride on the small Scottish island of North Uist, police officer Finn Olsen immediately comes to her aid, but to his surprise her dialect proves all but incomprehensible to him. To make matters worse, she first tries to run and then does her best to stab him with a dagger after he catches her.
Recognizing that the woman is confused and distraught, Finn disarms her, handcuffs her, and brings her back to the local police station, which doubles as his home. Once she is in his custody, however, it quickly becomes clear that his beautiful, feisty prisoner comes from a very different era, and that she has somehow travelled forward in time more than a thousand years.
Finn takes it upon himself to keep the headstrong girl safe in a completely unfamiliar world, even going so far as to bare her bottom for a sound spanking with his belt when she attempts an escape. Despite her situation, she is deeply aroused by his bold dominance, and when he claims her properly she is left utterly spent and satisfied. But as they unravel the mystery of her arrival in the twenty-first century, will their discoveries bring an end to their newfound romance?
Publisher’s Note: Held in Custody includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Read a hot (18+) excerpt from the book right here…
He patted his lap and waited for Eira to resign herself to the inevitable. It did not take long. Eira edged forward from the head of the bed and eventually threw herself face down across his knee.
Finn lifted the towel to reveal the curved perfection of her bottom. He had, of course, had occasion to admire her body in the shower, though between the T-shirt and his own annoyance that opportunity had been limited. He took his time to savour her now.
Eira flinched when he laid his palm on the soft, tender skin of her buttock. He squeezed, then reached for the belt which he had laid beside him on the bed. Finn took the precaution of hooking his leg over both of hers to ensure she remained in place, and with his spare hand he held her wrists in the small of her back. He usually derived considerable pleasure from taking his belt to a willing woman and he was only marginally less enthusiastic about administering a decent disciplinary spanking. Now that he had Eira laid across his lap, waiting, he was ready to admit that this was where he had wanted to see her right from the moment he had set eyes on the woman on the road. Even so, he thought it best to get this done with quickly. It was late, they both needed to get some sleep.
Eira yelped when the first stroke landed. She wriggled and squirmed on Finn’s lap but he held her fast. After a few moments she settled and he delivered the second stroke. This time she whimpered but did not struggle. The third and fourth strokes were met with first screams, then sobbing. By the fifth she lay limp, weeping, her bottom sporting five vivid crimson stripes.
Finn laid the belt aside and traced each red wheal with his fingertips. He was gentle, but she hissed with pain even so.
“I am sorry, ” she gulped. “I will obey.”
“I know,” murmured Finn. “I know you will. And now, you know what will happen if you don’t.”
“I am sorry, also, for the knife.”
“That’s done with, I told you. It doesn’t matter.”
“I am sorry, even so.”
Finn eased her to her feet, then held her elbows until he was sure she was steady. “All is forgiven. You have been punished and we will not talk of it again, the knife or you disobeying me.” He pulled her to him in a hug then smiled up at her. “You must be tired. It is very late. I made a bed for you.”
“I know, in the prison.”
“No, not there. In another room. You can use it until you have somewhere else to stay.” He stood up and held out his hand. Eira took it, and he led her from the room.
“This is for me?” She gazed at the small but perfectly serviceable spare bedroom.
“Yes. You can sleep here. I’ll bring your clothes when they’re dry but until then you’ll have to borrow more of mine.”
It’s hump day, and I’m up to my ears in edits! My current WIP is my first ménage for a few years, and it’s HAWT, so for #WIPItUp this week, I bring you the prelude to yet another sizzling scene…
She is as light as a feather as I carry her up the stairs, and I barely notice her vehement protests, or even the way she bangs her small fists against my back. I pass the first landing, travelling automatically to my own room.
“Hey, you big brute!” She yells, smacking my bare flesh again, “let me down now!”
I smile to myself. I enjoy her mettle, but I’m even more excited about fucking it out of her again. “Settle down,” reply, swatting the delicious ass which is just right of my face. Boy, I am going to enjoy devouring that later…
“I will not,” she whines, but already I can feel the fight lessening in her toned little body, and as we approach my doorway, the scent of her stark arousal wafts past my sensitive nostrils. The aroma goads me, hardening my long root in an instant. I know it will not have escaped the senses of my brothers either.
Striding to the centre of the room, I tumble her lightly to the bed, watching her as she rearranges her hair and limbs as my brothers enter behind me.
She appraises the three of us, her eyes wide, wary yet excited. “So, whose first?” She asks, her bravado laudable, but borderline comical at this point.
“I think you’ll find we call the shots, princess,” replies Ethan dryly. He strips his blue shirt from his back as he talks, eyeing her intently the whole time.
Mmm… She sounds like one lucky lady, right?! I’ll have more news on this hot WIP soon – it’ll be going out to my beta readers in the next week or so.
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Today marks my 100th WordPress blog post. It’s not much of a milestone when you look at many other authors shiny blogs, but I put off upgrading my website for far too long, and as such – moving to WordPress felt like a big deal when I finally took the plunge.
In order to celebrate, I’m going to giveaway an e-book copy of my #1 bestselling BDSM erotic romance, The Viking’s Conquest! All you need to do to be in with a shot is sign up to my newsletter in one short form here, and comment on this post. All sign-up’s between this post going live and the end of this week (end of 21st October) will be eligible for the prize draw, and one winner will be drawn at random and contacted after this date.
So if you like your history HOT and your alpha Viking’s dominant and unrelenting, why not enter for your chance to get captured by Anders…
I’m away this weekend, but never fear, I’m leaving Anders Elkstrom in charge, and he’s about to deliver the spanking we all desperately need…
We first met Anders in my #1 bestselling erotic romance, The Viking’s Conquest. I’m currently penning the sequel, and in this (unedited) scene, we find that despite the shifted dynamic between Anders and Aurelie, he is still more than able to take her in hand.
His hands are on me, his hot flesh skimming over my cooler skin. I’m aware of one hand coming to rest at my shoulders, and the other sweeping down past the small of my back to the vulnerable, exposed orbs of my bottom.
“How I have missed you these last days, Aurelie,” he purrs from over me.
I open my mouth to respond, but all at once that hand is gone, replaced by a hard swat to my backside. The sting is immediate, warming the area, before his palm lands the second strike.
“These long days journeying home, and your impeccable behaviour has meant I have been remiss in my duties to redden your delicious bottom.” His voice has taken on a compelling sing-song quality, and I am almost lost in it, until the next swat lands. This one is much harder, and produces a small yelp from me. “You must accept my apology for that,” he says, breathlessly. “Know that now I am back in Lundborg, I will dedicate myself to giving you the attention you deserve.”
Three further strikes land in fast succession, creating a dull ache from behind me. My hips roll forward, an unfortunate, but inevitable consequence Anders’ spankings seem to produce in me.
“Yes, my sweeting,” he says, his voice vibrating over me. “You need this too, do you not?”
I moan at the next impact, taking a moment to absorb the pain before I answer him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I groan, feeling the moisture pooling between my thighs already. Whatever it is about being taken in hand by a powerful man, Anders has it in good measure. Somehow his voice alone can leave me wanting, let alone what he can do with the palm of his hand.
Read Anders and Aurelie’s journey from the very start…
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It’s hump day, and it’s time for a sneak peek into one of my current WIP’s, this time from the follow up to my latest Regency spanking romance release, Taming Lady Lydia… In this sexy snippet, we get a feel for what married life is like for Lord Thomas and his new bride.
He is behind me. The heat of his breath makes it as evident as the sound of his movement. About time, I muse… The remorse I felt at my earlier confession having given way to indignation and resentment about the duration of time Thomas has made me wait. I know of course, that this is all part of the game. I am not in control – a point which my nudity and bondage reinforces with crystal clarity. Yet something about the sounds coming from my husband in the last few moments has made me wonder just how much he is enjoying this moment – watching me squirm in my shame and servitude, whilst he takes every ounce of pleasure from the sight of me.
“Lydia.” His tone is devilish, and garners my attention at once.
I turn my head to the right, searching the velvet blackness for his face.
“Are you ready to be punished for your dishonesty, my love?”
I sigh, allowing the weight of my head to fall forward with resignation. I have waited this long and yet my real punishment has not even begun… The thought is demoralising.
“Yes, My Lord,” I answer, trying to remain as deferential as I can be and not earn myself yet more torment.
“Good,” he purrs, his voice now behind me. “In light of your recent misdemeanours, I am going to introduce you to my strap, but never fear – I will begin leniently…”
I tense at once. His strap? Can he be serious? I had eyed the thing a few weeks ago when Thomas had been introducing me to the rooms he reserves for his sensual and filthy play, but never had he indicated a desire to use it on me. Until now.
“Thomas, please…” The words are past my lips before I can censor them, and I freeze instinctively at my mistake.
“Lydia…” His tone is playful, and yet I know I will have just played right into his hands by speaking without permission. “Did I ask you to speak?”
I squeeze my hands, still bound at the wrists, into small balls, feeling my nails cutting into my skin. How could I be so stupid? It is as though I actually want him to strap me! “No, My Lord,” I begin. “But please, I beseech you, spare me the strap? I swear I will never seek to gain new possessions without your approval first!”
My legs below me begin to tremble, as though the tension running through my body becomes too much for them to bear. His hand come to rest on my left shoulder, the palm warm against my cool skin. “Hush, Lydia,” he coos, and once again his breath tickles the back of my neck. “Be calm, my love. Remember what I have told you in the past. I will punish you, but never will I harm you. Your welfare is my paramount concern in all things.”
I nod my head at his words, but can already feel the emotion threatening to re-emerge from behind my blindfold. “Yes, Thomas, but…”
The weight of one of his digits’ lands gently against my mouth, halting my statement in an instant. “There are no buts, my love,” he says, softly into my hair. “There is just you, and me, and the trust that exists between us. When you deliberately set out to deceive me, that trust falters. Do you understand?”
It sounds like Lady Lydia is in trouble… again! 😉
Treat yourself to the first book, and discover just how this naughty sprite was first tamed by Lord Thomas:
I am super excited to re-blog the latest hot cowboy offering from author, Mary Wehr. This book sounds smokin’ hot!
In Her Alpha Cowboy, we meet Josephine. When she is caught stealing from the mercantile in a small Texas town, eighteen-year-old orphan Josephine Bolton faces the prospect of a jail sentence, but she is saved by the intervention of a local rancher who mistakes her for a boy and convinces the sheriff that some hard, honest work would be better for “Joe” than being brought before a judge and jury.
Logan West has even less patience for lying than he does for thieving, and when he discovers that he has unwittingly brought a beautiful young woman back to his ranch he puts Josephine over his knee, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly for her deception.
Despite her best efforts to ignore her attraction to Logan, the stern punishment leaves Josephine longing for the gruff, handsome cowboy to take her in his arms and claim her properly, and when he asks her to marry him she agrees. But after their wedding, Josephine cannot help wondering whether Logan proposed to her merely to keep up appearances. When she decides to run away again, will her firm-handed husband come looking for his naughty wife and bring her home?
Publisher’s Note: Her Alpha Cowboy includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book
Check out the smokin’-hot spanking excerpt below…
Josephine smiled. The fact that the world stood before her was both daunting and exciting at the same time. A warm breeze caressed her face and she let go of her worries, but only for a moment. The rumble of pounding hooves echoing from behind snapped her back to reality. She reined in the mare and shifted in the saddle just in time to see a man with broad shoulders gaining on her. Here we go again.
“Okay, mare, it’s time to hightail it out of here. Be a good horsey now.” She tapped the animal’s sides and off they went. A sharp, piercing whistle split the air and the mare immediately slowed to a trot then stopped altogether.
“No, no, please don’t stop.” Josephine coaxed and pleaded, but the animal wouldn’t budge. Damn.
As soon as Josephine slipped to the ground, the mare took off in the direction of the ranch. “Traitor,” she mumbled and broke into a run. If she could reach the distant tree line she could hide.
Suddenly her feet were peddling nothing but air. Her belly hit the saddle with such force it knocked the wind out of her.
“Let me go.”
“No way, you little horse thief.”
Horse thief? This was it. In no time she’d be decorating a cottonwood for sure.
Josephine’s life flashed before her eyes. “Are you going to hang me?” Her stomach rolled. She imagined her body dangling from a tree and vultures picking apart her dead carcass.
“No, Joe, I won’t hang you. Once I find a nice sturdy log you’re going over my knee for a bare bottom spanking.”
“Like hell I am!” A complete stranger looking at her ass? No way. She’d throw herself from the horse before she’d let him spank her. With a burst of adrenaline she wriggled and writhed.
“That’s enough.” The whack to her backside shocked her and she went still, giving Logan time to rein in the big horse and drop to the ground. He plucked her from the saddle.
“Put me down!”
Pinning her to his side once again, he carried her to a fallen log.
Josephine’s eyes widened. This was truly happening. He intended to spank her. Out in the open. Right now. She slapped at his legs.
“No, no, you can’t do this.”
“You deserve this, Joe, and you know it. You’re in dire need of a bare bottom whipping and I aim to see it done.” He sat down and tossed her over his lap.
Realizing that her virtue was about to go up in smoke along with her behind if she didn’t stop him, she sank her teeth into the back of his leg. Logan yowled, but didn’t loosen his hold.
“Please don’t do this, I swear you’ll regret it.”
Her wrists were caught and secured at her lower back. “Regret it? Not on your life. You just bit me, you little shit.”
Josephine giggled hysterically. Dear heavens, she was losing her sanity.
In Submission at The Tower, we meet Janie. After a chance encounter with a handsome stranger introduces her to The Tower, an institution that trains women in submission, Janie is irresistibly drawn to the place. But admittance comes at a price, and soon enough Janie is utterly bare and fully on display, blushing crimson as the men at The Tower thoroughly explore her body, bringing her pain, pleasure, and shame as they see fit.
As Janie’s training begins, there is one man among the group who seems to know her own needs better than she does, and before long she finds herself yearning and even begging for his touch. But if she relinquishes control completely to this captivating stranger and allows him to break down her remaining defences, will there be any coming back at all?
Publisher’s Note: Submission at The Tower is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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Summer Graystone joins us today with her hot erotic romance, Gaining Maisy. In the book, personal trainer, Carter Lewis knows his way around the gym–and around a woman’s body. No stranger to the wild world of domination, Carter can spot a woman with a deep need for total submission from a mile a way. And the beautiful, but broken Maisy is just begging for it. Now, it’s Carter’s turn to teach Maisy just how gorgeous and sexy she really is–if she’ll just accept her curves and size for what they truly are: Sexy as hell.
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Every thought left Maisy’s mind as Carter wrapped his hands around her waist to slip them into her gym shorts, cupping her ass around her panties. It seemed like he was massaging where he had just spanked and Maisy felt her bones turn to goo as his hands swept up and down her ass. Then his thumb brushed the bottom end of her pussy from the back, and Maisy moaned loudly as she clutched his chest and plastered her body against his. A move that allowed her to feel every inch of the erection resting between Carter’s legs. Maisy rubbed her thighs against it, hoping to punish him a little like he was doing to her. But apart from a slight increase in breath and a jerk of his engorged cock, Carter barely acknowledged the contact.
Then with his hand still in her ass crack, his thumb just barely edging her pussy from the back, he leaned in close to her. “If you can complete fifty sit-ups without stopping, I’ll put my tongue where my thumb is.”
Adrenaline spiked through Maisy, and at that moment she would have done a hundred sit-ups just so she could feel his tongue soothe the ache between her legs. Forgotten was the fact that, up to that point, the best she had ever been able to get to was about thirty. She quickly got on the floor, raising her knees up till she was in the position to start. Then just before she started, Carter dropped down to his knees and slid in between her legs. Normally, he would hold her by her ankles to keep her steady while her back went up and down. But today, his hands slid up her legs, caressed her thighs, then she felt the pad of his thumb circle around her aching pussy, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through her whole body. “Remember, my tongue here if you get to fifty.”
It’s our favourite day of the week, right? With Saturday, comes the threat of yet another spanking… this time from my newly completed (unedited) WIP.
Logan smiles, nodding his head in that annoying, knowing way. “ It is our thinking that you should receive a sound spanking for your offenses, little Miss. Nothing too brutal of course, but…” He pauses for a moment, eyeing me with hunger. “We believe a tanned backside will help deliver the message to you.”
I take a step backwards, unable to hide the disgust his suggestion has awoken in me. “Y- you cannot be serious?” I stammer.
“We are deadly serious,” he replies, his tone serious and steadfast.
“I am a grown woman!” I cry out. “I should not be subject to such medieval treatment.”
The others in the room laugh, riling me up into a new state of fury. “Come now,” says Logan, taking a small step towards me. “We are not so medieval? If you yield to us on this matter, and accept your punishment, all things will be squared between us. I vow that we will help you to find your way home.”
I shift my weight, considering for the first time the action to which this giant alludes. Never before have I ever given thought to such a ridiculous idea. No man has ever threatened to punish me at all, let alone under such circumstances, and now, after such a hellish day, I find myself here, lectured to and threatened by these brutes of men.
“Well?” The blond one, Ethan, rises from his chair, and moves towards where his brother stands. “What do you say, Miss? Will you submit to us three, in our cottage in the woods?”
I swallow hard, throwing him one of my most withering looks. Beneath my t-shirt though, I feel my nipples hardening, and there’s no denying the throb I feel in the cleft between my legs. My eyes fall shut of their own accord, acknowledging my body’s strange reaction to what transpires around me. How can I find this situation a turn on? There is nothing even vaguely arousing about any of this! After all, I am held here against my will. There may be no chains or bondage, but I am a captive nonetheless. I can no more get past these massive men then I can teleport myself from the room.
“Well?” It is Logan’s voice which interrupts my thought process, and open my eyes to see him just a few inches from me. “Answer Ethan. Will you submit to our proposed punishment?”
I reel, jumping backwards at his sudden, close proximity. “What do you suggest?” I ask, standing up straight in the face of the anxiety which churns inside of me. “Tell me, please. No one has ever suggested such a penalty for me. I have never received so much as a slapped wrist before. What do you mean by a spanking?”
The atmosphere in the room shifts in an almost palpable way at my question, and I swear that all three of the men move closer as I speak. Logan swallows, the intensity in his eyes threatening to send sparks flying between us. “I intend to lay you face first over my lap, Goldi, but only once your shorts have first been removed.”
I gasp at his words, yet for some crazy reason I am unable to take my eyes from his face.
“Removed?” I say in little more than a gasp. “W-why should they be removed?”
He smiles. “Those shorts are designed for protection,” he replies. “I seek to offer you none during your penance.”
I shiver at the notion of it. “But, I shall be practically naked without them?” I murmur.
“We’re counting on it,” says Ethan, his tone menacing.
As you can tell, I have plenty of edits to get to, but if you need more delicious spankings, then don’t forget to drop into the other awesome blogs on the #SatSpanks hop this week!
In this unique title, you become the main character, the story design yours to create. In addition to the original story thread, there are multiple new pathways to choose from, five different love interests, and a dozen possible endings. Will you find a happily ever after, a content existence, or a situation that completely surprises you? The choice is yours…
“You,” the college student, have been in love with Maxine as long as you can remember, but Maxine is straight, isn’t she? Despite feeling you have little chance, you sit through Maxine’s latest theatre performance about a dragon to show your never ending support as her best friend. Besides, Maxine’s promise of a surprise for you following the show has piqued your interest. But what happens at the show? Do you bump into an old flame, meet a busty beauty, connect with a curly haired stranger, lose your sanity, or curl up next to the love of your life? In the dark, under the stage, inside a restroom or a bar, the allure and desire for a happy ending is within reach… Choose wisely.
This hump day, I’m excited to share a little snippet from one of the current three WIP’s – the forthcoming sequel to my #1 bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest.
In this unedited scene we find Aurelie and Anders getting down to it, but as usual the Viking Prince likes to be in control…
The familiar low chuckle resonates against my wet lips, and a moment later the sound is swallowed up by his mouth sculpting my pleasure. I gyrate as he has commanded, like an animal who has been trained to please her master. I squirm at the unwelcome imagery, realising that the analogy is all too fitting. That is precisely what I have become – the usual wet, needy mess which Anders’ discipline seems able to create. Lost in our combined, lush rhythm, I push back against his powerful tongue, allowing him to fill me over and over again. I am close, so close to the point of shattering hedonism. Arching my back, my head falls, whilst my mouth opens into a silent scream of carnality.
I do not know how he achieves it, but all at once I feel his digits at my cleft, mercilessly teasing my throbbing little nub. The shock of the sensation rouses me, but even before I can let out the burst of feeling, the peak of my gratification is upon me. It hits me hard, the brink a brutal and desolate place. For one moment I cannot take a breath, and then I unravel; all rasping breaths and moans. I plummet, falling consciously into the forbidden oblivion Anders has promised me. He stays with me the whole time, his mouth riding my convulsing waves of intensity, his tongue lapping me again and again.
There is black silence. It’s a place filled with warmth and serenity, but also one of depth and exposure. I am aware of Anders leaving my shuddering pelvis, and vaguely conscious of him splaying my parted knees further apart.
The sound of his voice comes from somewhere far away. “You are so delicious,” he soothes, the sound muting as yet another surge of orgasm rolls over me.
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He stole her off the streets in broad daylight—the first Omega discovered in Bernard Dome in generations. He took her with violence while none intervened. He broke her, swearing he’d put her back together.
Brenya Perin was ordered to submit.
Bernard Dome is the jewel of Europe, a bastion of art and culture, pleasure and decadence. But life in the city depends on the occupation chosen for you at birth. There is no subversion, no question of who rules. There is no freedom.
Peace has a price, a price the Commodore of Bernard Dome is willing to pay… so long as the Omega remains his.
Shepherd’s influence is on the rise. His machinations are subtle, his hands full tending to his recovering mate. Her safety is his priority, and something he’s willing to risk war to assure. Bernard Dome has what he wants, and they will all be damned if they deny him.
Publisher’s Note: The Alpha’s Control series, is a dark Omegaverse tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.
The release of Stolen has proved contentious, with Barnes & Noble banning the book from their store. I personally dislike censorship, so I’m including a long (and hot) excerpt from the story below. If you like your reading dark, hot and explicit read on… (warning this snippet is for ages 18 ONLY!)
Bit by bit, her body conformed to the Alpha’s unspoken will. Her lips would sigh while her brain would scream.
He’d take a nipple to be suckled, her spine would arch… the small Beta voice inside her powerless to make her listen.
Someone else inhabited her body when Jacques played his games.
She was possessed.
And that was why she’d cried over breakfast. That was why she’d flown into violence when he thought to take her away from herself again.
Because he had a new weapon. A thing he’d slipped inside her and called her prize.
What did he call it? The name had sounded scientific, important, nothing like what it should have been called. He’d called it a pliarator. She knew better. It was a mind obliterator.
It slipped in easily enough the day before, so smoothly she wasn’t sure what had replaced his fingers, and then it had latched on. Discomfort grew in the form of a muscular ache, distracting, embarrassing, and enticing, Jacques manipulating how the thing sat in her pelvis while she tried to sit up and see what he’d done.
There had been no warning before the buzzing clicked and a soft nodule landed on her clitoris. The vibration had set her to yelp, urged her to press her legs closed against it, and encouraged a pool of slick to gather under her body.
He’d allowed her rebellion because it had made no difference. Even with her legs together, even rolled over on her belly as if she might squirm away, it could not be unseated. Deep inside her body it changed shape again. It stretched her, Brenya keening in pain.
Except, she wasn’t sure if it had been pain at all.
A warm hand on her back, the other still fixed to the device inside the squirming Omega, Jacques smiled. “When an Alpha male chooses to mount an untried Beta female there is a certain protocol that must take place before he can possess her. Had you been optioned for the breeding banks, you would have undergone this practice years ago—just as Annette delighted in these moments with Ancil. Sharing this with you was her idea, and seeing you this way, I can see it was an excellent one. Relax and enjoy.”
Mouth agape, sucking in deep pants of air, Brenya stared forward at the distant wall and saw nothing. She could do nothing. Was reduced to nothing.
All by a single pulsating machine.
A machine designed for one purpose: to prepare a Beta female’s sex organs to accept the far larger, far more powerful Alpha cock.
The way it squirmed and milked the slick from her tunnel curled her toes. The horrid thing had a life of its own, though she might claw the sheets and fight against its intrusion.
Jacques may have pumped it in and out of her, he may have forced it deeper into her cunt when she tried to push it out, but the robot sensed her struggles and redoubled its attack.
The first orgasm had hurt; the machine had torn the pleasure right out of each nerve.
Immediately it altered its shape, sprang into action when her passage clenched as if to grasp an Alpha knot. Shape bloating, manipulating nerves with shocks, with rotary aggression, it had expanded near the base… and made her groan until drool hung from her lips.
An ocean of slick poured like a river, Jacques no longer pinning her down, but petting and watching where her ass had raised up from the bed and her stuffed cunt was on display as if begging for more.
He adjusted the settings. She convulsed, insides wrenching around the mechanical intrusion as it started its expansion process over again.
Rolling her to her back, he drew her knees to her ears, put his weight on her, and moved his body as if it was his member inside her doing the damage and not some cold machine.
He’d dared to kiss her, to comment on her lust-drugged, blown pupils.
The male had called her beautiful as she lay stupefied and twitching.
When she tried to say his name, tried to beg him to stop, he’d smiled, his head slowly descending between her grotesquely spread thighs. Jacques had lapped at the slick seeping out around the machine as if her sex was the sweetest cream.
“I’ve never seen a Beta respond to a Pliarator as you do. What exceptional creatures Omegas are.” Husky, he’d growled, still savoring her juices. “Imagine it’s my cock inside you. When the next knot comes, I want you to feel my seed pulsating in your belly.”
As if on cue, the machine began to expand at its base, to fill her up and stretch her even more than the first time. He watched it work her, Jacques seeing to his own satisfaction with rapid jerks of his hand up and down the veined protuberance jutting forth between his legs.
She could smell it in her haze, grunted at it like an animal.
The way he abused his organ, how swollen and purple it grew in his fist, the way he practically gnawed her erect clitoris, they both had to be in euphoric pain.
Ready to spurt, he’d reared back on his knees, drew his lips back from his teeth, the muscles standing up in his neck.
The worst had yet to come.
He spoke a command. The machine responded. It opened up, the false knot inside her growing until a hole was made inside her body just the right size to be exploited.
Falling forward to land on his hand, his musculature tight and twitching, Jacques lined up his fat cockhead with her machine spread opening, smeared her tortured cunt with a dribble of his come, and jerked himself in two more rough tugs until pearlescent spray shot forcefully into the space the machine had made inside her.
His usherings were too much for that little pocket, and his seed surged outside her sex, down her crack, in waves of wet heat, over and over until he pulled from her slit to aim instead for her trembling belly.
He overshot, coating her heaving tits, globs landing as far as her parted lips.
When he had crawled over her body, bobbing his pulsating knot in her face, he’d told her to lick him clean… and she had obeyed.
Laving him from bulbous base to mushroom tip, collecting the salty taste, slurping, swallowing. With even more vigour than he’d displayed between her legs, Brenya submitted.
In that moment, she did not possess the mental faculty to understand that the Alpha had manipulated his promise.
Jacques had not fucked her. His machine had.
She’d been vanquished like a prisoner, subjugated like a slave, and used like a whore—sore, tired, mindless, and still under the control of his whirring device.
That had been last night, all night.
Even upon waking, her senses had not fully returned, and here he was, forcing her back on the bed to do it to her all over again.
Betas were never reassigned.
He pushed his toy deeper, speaking warmly. “In a week or two, you’ll be ready for me, mon chou.”
It’s Saturday, and you know what they means… Time for your weekly spanking, everyone!
This week I am offering a sexy spanking excerpt from one of my three WIP’s.
This particular story is still shrouded in some secrecy, but I’d like to offer you another small taster… Remember this is unedited, but here’s a spanking for pleasure (warning this snippet is for aged 18+ ONLY.)
He licks his lips, slowly drawing that large pink tongue from one side of his mouth to the other. “Well, in that case,” he muses out loud. “I would gladly spank you again, but not as a penance, Goldi. This time, I would spank you for pleasure.”
His eyes are the deepest type of blue I have ever seen, and some how they draw me forward, and closer against his body. “For pleasure?” I barely recognise the sound of my own voice – it’s raspy tone is breathy and excited.
“Yes, for pleasure,” he says again, and then, pressing his enormous erection against my hip, he continues. “I will spank that delicious ass of yours, make you cum so hard you won’t know what’s hit you, and then my little imp, I will fuck you into tomorrow.”
My body responds to his words reflexively. My laboured breaths increase, my chest rising and falling at speed. My already tight nipples bead painfully, pushing through the cotton of my tee-shirt, and the dampness between my legs intensifies.
“I can tell that you like the sound of that,” he chuckles darkly.
Today I am thrilled to bring you the talented, Pandora Spocks, with her long-awaited, new release, For Sparrow.This new release is a contemporary erotic romance novel, with a light BDSM theme. It’s the third book in the Dream Dominant Collection.
When Jessi Crenshaw’s husband Graham dies unexpectedly, she’s devastated. He’s the only man she’s ever loved. Just eighteen when she met him, she’s been married to him for twenty-five years. Now she’s lost her friend, her lover…and her Dominant.
But as it turns out, Graham had an inkling that his health was in decline, and he tapped his friend and protégé in the Lifestyle, firefighter and paramedic Judd Farris, to be Jessi’s Dominant until she gets back on her feet.
Judd is determined to fulfill his promise to his friend. But it’s a damn odd arrangement—a platonic Dom/sub relationship. With her fiery auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, and audacious spirit, Jessi captured his attention the first time he ever saw her. At her husband’s funeral.
A man could go to hell for the things he’s been thinking. But they’ve drawn a line, and he’s going to stick to it.
Judd’s sexy good looks and his gentle confidence aren’t lost on Jessi. She’s torn between loyalty to the man she loved, and desire for the man increasingly in her fantasies. In the letter Graham left for her, he mentioned that she might find Judd attractive. But that’s simply ridiculous. He’s five years younger than she is. He couldn’t possibly be interested in her. Could he?
Judd’s a Dom without a sub, and Jessi’s a sub without a Dom. It’s perfect for the time being. Could it be that Graham had more in mind than merely a temporary solution?
And could it all end at the hands of a madman?
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Brace yourself, here comes the scorching excerpt…
Flickering candlelight greeted them as they entered the bedroom, and Jessi saw various implements lined up on the bed. She looked to Judd.
“I wanted to create the right mood, Angel. Candles seemed the way to go.”
Slowly she approached the bed and lightly fingered what she saw there–a black leather crop, a rectangular paddle also of black leather, a black suede flogger, and a wooden spoon. Judd stepped beside her and slid off his black leather belt, adding it to the assortment.
When she turned to him, his expression was bemused. “Told you I went shopping,” he laughed. “Now, you’ve been such a good girl, I’m going to let you choose what I’m using to spank you with tonight. So what will it be?” He stepped back and folded his arms across his chest, waiting to see her response.
Jessi blinked and looked back to the items on the bed. Her head spun with possibilities, but suddenly she knew the answer. Dropping to her knees, she grasped her wrists behind her back and bowed her head. “Whichever one would please you, Sir.”
“Angel, you please me more than I can say.” He stroked her hair lovingly, then removed his shirt, tossing it into the bathroom.
“I think…” He reached down to help her stand, tugging at the dress gathered around her waist to pull it the rest of the way down. “I think we’ll get the biggest bang for our buck…or your butt,” he grinned, “with the paddle. I want you to stand at the end of the bed and lean over.”
Jessi complied, resting her torso on the bed, her head turned toward the slider overlooking the beach and the ocean beyond. In the dim light, she could also see herself, naked and bent over the end of the bed, reflected in the white sheer-shrouded glass. Her expression was wanton, needy. And she felt immensely happy.
Judd smoothed his hand over her bare bottom, pausing to tweak the plug. Jessi gasped at the sensation and felt the need in her core grow. She yelped when the first smack surprised her, but after that, she gave herself over to the sensations, the whack on her cheeks, the vibration in her ass, the tingle in her pussy.
At some point, Judd put down the paddle and used his hands to smooth away the sting. “Up on the bed and on your knees, Angel.”
Jessi complied, and he turned her to face the bank of glass. “Head up. I want you to watch as I f**k your c**t.”
She gasped, her eyes meeting his in the reflection as he impaled her with no further preamble. He pounded into her, all the while fidgeting with the red-jeweled flange of the butt plug. Jessi felt a release of fluid she was powerless to stop.
“Come when you’re ready, Angel. You’ve earned it,” Judd coaxed.
Needing no further encouragement, Jessi cried out as ecstasy overtook her, starting in her drenched core and radiating throughout her body.
“Good girl,” Judd murmured as her shuddering subsided. He leaned forward to kiss her shoulder. “But we’re not done quite yet. I’m still taking your ass tonight.”
Gently, he helped her down to her belly and slid her to the edge of the bed so that her feet rested on the floor. Using his foot, he pushed her feet wide, and he carefully removed the butt plug, wrapping it in a waiting towel. “What’s your color, Angel?”
She heard concern in his voice. “Um, green, Sir. I’m good.”
“Good. Very good.”
Next, Jessi felt a cool dollop of lube at the top of her crack and Judd massaged it around the hole the plug had vacated. That was followed by the pressure of Judd’s cock pushing at her entrance. “Breathe, Angel. Just relax and breathe.”
Jessi did just that, closing her eyes and focusing on the renewed sensation in her pussy as Judd pushed his way into her back hole. When his head pushed past her taut ring, he stopped, giving her a chance to acclimate before he pushed forward.
Jessi raised her head, seeking out his eyes in the glass door. She watched as he slowly pushed himself in to the root, and she saw his chest hitch as he forced himself to hold still again. At the question in his eyes, she nodded, and he gave her the full force of him, withdrawing abruptly, then slamming back into her, pounding her tight passage. He pulled her to her knees to gain better purchase, his balls slapping against her clit with every charge, and she felt her moment building again.
“Come with me, Jessi. I want us to come together,” he grunted, as he released himself for the second time that night.
Jessi saw sparks and screamed out her pleasure, continuing to shake as he slid from her grasp and collapsed onto the bed. Judd gathered her to himself, wrapping her in his arms as they both gasped for air. She snuggled in to his chest and he lightly kissed her temple. “I’m yours,” she whispered.
This week, I bring you a scintillating passage from my #1 bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest. In preparation for the sequel, I have been revisiting the dramatic liasions between Prince Anders of the Northlands, and Princess Aurelie of Donrose. Take a look for yourself, and see what you make of their burgeoning romance…
I blush at his words, pleased to hear my name back on his lips. He beckons me forward with one finger of his right hand and I move even closer to him.
It’s only one word and yet somehow it holds a world of carnal promise for me. I swallow hard behind the leather forced between my lips and inch myself ever closer to him, until my legs brush against the cloth of his garments.
“Good,” he says soothingly. “Now place your hands on the arms of my chair and lean forward, toward me.”
I do so, moving my left and then right arms into position before moving my torso toward the smiling prince seated next to me. He watches every nuance of my body as though he is spellbound by my very essence. His eyes move from the length of my arms to the curve of my breasts now hanging over his body, and up to my face. Here he pauses, raising his own right hand and smoothing back my hair from my face.
“So beautiful, Aurelie…” he says quietly, as though I am not supposed to hear the words.
Our eyes meet again and for a moment all thoughts of my abduction, bondage, and punishment are lost to those pools of desire. I remember the heat of his body against mine the previous night and how masterfully he had taken my maidenhead. I feel a slow blush rising north to my cheeks as the intimate details of our liaison fill my mind and I wonder if he too is recalling our combined passion.
The hand at the side of my face strokes my left cheek as he appraises me thoughtfully and then without warning ducks to the leather at my mouth. One finger dips between it and my skin before leveraging it out of my lips and stretching the leather down to my neck where I feel it land. The same fingers trace a silent line over my lips, although those fierce blue eyes of his never leave my own.
“I have missed that naughty mouth,” he says, winking at me.
My face flames at his words and I can feel the heat searing through me. Anders has missed me—the thought is exhilarating.
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Allison took the time to tell us some more about herself, so take a look at her intriguing interview, and then read all about this
Thanks for stopping by, Allison. Is this your first series?
Writing as Allison West, this is the first series that I’ve done. However, I’ve written a young adult series that was three books.
How many books will be in the Victorian Chronicles series?
Right now there are only two books. I hope to write more, but I haven’t planned anything further.
I absolutely loved The Fault in Our Stars by John Green.
Favourite TV shows?
The 100, 13 Reasons Why, The Handmaid’s Tale
What makes a good story?
Characters with a solid backstory, a believable world –whether it’s historical, fantasy, science fiction or contemporary it has to be based on enough truth to seem real, a strong story arc, and a romance that is believable. I enjoy reading romances that aren’t just throw the characters together and let them make out. Obstacles and flawed characters are more genuine and real, they’re like us.
Tell us a crazy story about your life.
I recently got married and the week of the wedding, my fiancé was hospitalized in isolation for C-Diff. We weren’t sure the wedding would happen. When it came down to the wedding day, everything was beautiful, the ceremony was amazing, but at the reception – I was sick. We spent our wedding night in the ER and missed our first dance and reception. Talk about a crazy night.
In Little Brides, eager young Clara is looking forward to her arranged marriage. She has been waiting all her life for the day when she will meet her husband. Her father has spent many months searching for the man worthy of his daughter’s hand.
Clara learns that her future husband, Francis, requires the young woman to undergo a medical examination to ensure that she has remained pure and that she is as intact as her reputation. Clara has never felt more disgraced as she is forced to bare all of herself to the doctor, where she undergoes far more than she ever anticipated. Silently, she swears to herself that she will move past the humiliation and never speak of what happened with the physician.
When Francis pays a visit to Clara’s father to propose additional terms to the marriage, wanting to bring along one of her maids so he will have a nanny in the house for Clara, the young bride-to-be is shocked to realize that he was the man giving her an examination. Was he really a doctor, or was he playing the part to ruin her reputation?
Little Brides is the second book in the Victorian Chronicles. It can be read as a stand-alone story but it does follow the first book in the series: A Proper Punishment.
“I know you wish for a lady to join us after we are wed, but I do not prefer to have the company of Janie in your house. She has only caused me trouble and been in direct violation of orders that I have given.”
Francis nodded slowly as he listened to what Clara had to say. He found it interesting that she seemed to despise the maid her parents raved on about. “It is too late. I have already offered her the position to tend to you at our new home. There is nothing further to discuss. I assure you that if she has not been kind to you, Clara, I will make it so that she is.” He was not above putting a maid in her place if need be.
“There is nothing that you can do?” she asked, glancing up at him, meeting his stare. Her eyes were wide, filled with desperation.
He was not going to take back the offer that he had made. That would be uncivilized and improper. “I will guarantee that she does as instructed. If she cannot comply with the rules of our household, then I will be forced to let her go. Do not trouble yourself for how she has been, only how she will behave from this point forward.” Francis did not know whether Clara’s father ran a tight household or not, but he would not tolerate any form of insubordinate behavior. He wanted her to understand that, for her own sake as well.
“Is there anything else that you would like to discuss?” He was giving her the opportunity to be a lady, an adult, and an inquisitive mind. Once they were wed, he was to teach her to become young, a little, and would not deal in answering questions that were not hers to ask. As a little one, her responsibilities would be few and her worries would not be those of an adult.
“I do not know,” Clara said. The room was filled with silence for several long minutes. “You are a physician, I presume?”
It’s the beginning of another new week, and I’d like to start this one by revealing a new sexy snippet from one of my three current WIPS’s.
I’m keeping this one pretty close to my chest at the moment, but take a look and see what you think of this tantalising excerpt… All feedback welcome of course!
Her gaze takes in the expanse of my face, exploring my responses carefully. “Where are the others?” she asks, her own tone strained.
“Out,” I reply, my mind flitting to the time they’d left the cottage earlier. There will be hours of work required to contain and clean up from the torrents the woods have taken on in the last day, and I had despatched them both to assess the situation. For once, there had been little argument about the order, both of them obviously sated from their session with Goldi this morning. Even Ethan had concurred with little resistance. The image of both of my brothers shifting into animal form as they ran out into the forest is clear in my mind.
“So, you have me all to yourself, sir?” she purrs from beneath me, her use of the title dissolving the memory of my brothers in an instant.
A deep growl escapes from my throat before I can contain it, and her demeanour changes at the sound. She stares at me, wide-eyed, the deep thrumming of her pulse audible as her trapped body squirms beneath me. Dammit, I think, irritated with my own lack of self-control, now you’ve frightened her. I draw in a deep breath, thinking before I answer, willing myself to be calm. “Yes, I have you,” I reply, maintaining eye contact with her. “So, tell me, what should I do with my hot little captive?”
The atmosphere in the bedroom has become palpable, and I know I need to get a hold of myself. Something about this little woman brings out the animal in me, but I don’t want to literally scare her away.
She writhes under me, her stark arousal filling the air around us. “I don’t know what to say,” she whispers, her eyes lowering to my chest. “I’ve never met a man like you before.”
I gaze down at her, my gorgeous, bewildered little fawn. “I know you haven’t, Goldi,” I reply softly.
That’s because I’m not just a man, I think… None of us are.
“How do you know?” She asks, clearly unable to resist responding to what she thinks is a challenge I have set her.
“Let’s just say I do,” I whisper, lowering my mouth to the soft skin of her throat. I explore her nape, pressing hot kisses into her sensitive flesh, and nipping her gently.
She is panting beneath me, her hips bucking against my powerful thighs. Evidently her body is desperate for me, and she’s right – I do have her all to myself…
I am having so much fun writing this one, and I look forward to bringing you the book in full soon.
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In the book, twenty-one-year-old Tia Malone faces an uncertain future and a lonely past with only quivering dreams to bring her satisfaction. Her desire to find the perfect companion seemed doomed from the day she left her adopted parents’ Ohio home with her aloof cat for company. Ready to start the next chapter of her life, Tia’s sassy self-awareness is turned upside down when dangerous demons force her to return to a world she struggles to remember and the powerful man she had been given to at birth.
The death of Tia’s parents forced the dominant Zane Holland to hide his little pet safely in the human world until she came of age. The time has come for him to bring her to his father’s distant castle and guide her to submission. For her safety, he must use a firm hand in teaching his adorably frustrating mate to give up her independence and adopt a rigorous training of discipline and relaxation. Only then can she access the powers that rest in her subconscious.
As they are drawn closer together, Zane becomes the man of Tia’s dreams and they connect on the most erotic levels as she submits to his delicious desires. But when his intentions are questioned, her growing power brings her choices she never imagined. As dangers from her past challenge the security of her family’s future, will Tia be able to fully submit?
What do readers say?
I fell instantly in love with both Tia and Zane. Their strength and emotional bond was incredible. Simon was such a character!! He was strong, funny, and definitely a source to be reckoned with. You’ve got to read this.
Happy Saturday! This week I am stepping back to my #1 bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest, to offer you one heated spanking between Anders, and his new captive, Aurelie.
He spanks me again, and this time the pressure pushes my pelvis straight into his waiting hand. Once again I gasp at the simultaneous pain of the sting and pleasure at the contact, completely lost to them both. A new sensation hits me; the feeling of his hot mouth at my left hip. He kisses me once, and then twice, his hands still capturing me in their sweet and agonising trap.
“Your behind is very rouged,” he whispers.
I open my eyes for the first time in a while, acknowledging his words and yet, still unable to answer them. After a moment, I catch my breath.
“Yes, my Lofðungr,” I say excitedly.
“Why?” he asks softly, dipping his head and kissing my hip again.
I don’t even think, my mind filled only with this new, all-consuming need that has been revealed. “I was a bad table,” I say, barely recognising my own voice.
“Yes,” he purrs, his head so close to my quivering core that I can feel the heat from it. “Very bad…” he agrees.
“I’m sorry,” I reply, frantic for him not to stop this unbelievable feeling between my legs.
“I know you are,” he whispers again, “but your punishment is not through.”
I close my eyes again, just before his right palm spanks my begging behind.
“You need to be punished, Aurelie, don’t you?”
“Yes, my Lofðungr,” I cry, sounding desperate. “Please… Please spank me!”
I can barely believe the words spilling from my mouth and yet I care not for them, and only for the burning ache between Anders’ hands.
Accordingly, he complies, landing one and then another smack. I buck between his hands, my wet core some greedy living thing. It’s as though I have no control over my own body whatsoever. Anders is now the one pulling my strings and I am powerless to prevent it. In fact, on the contrary, I absolutely love it.
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Lewis Mountford visits us today, with his erotic drama, Uncovered. Author of the sinfully delicious Sweet Temptations trilogy, Lewis brings us this red-hot, taboo read!
In Uncovered, we meet Mina. When she returns for her stepbrother’s 21st birthday, she thinks her days of lusting after him are over. Caught up in the heat and passion of the moment, she is stunned to find them back in bed together; their feelings clearly far from resolved. Haunted by her desire, and her growing appetite for , Mina now has another problem… she must head down a path of lust and desire; torn between the dark delights of the handsome bad boy down the street and her adorable stepbrother who has always been there for her. Can she confront the truth she has long tried to bury? How far will she go to save the one she wants, but knows she can never truly have?
(Warning! It contains adult themes, harsh language, and graphic content, descriptions of intense sexual scenes, and dubcon (dubious consent) that might be triggers for some readers.)
What do readers say?
This is a taboo/forbidden read that is full of steamy pages and a incredible plot. This is definitely not for anyone under 18 as there are some highly charged sex scenes that are WOW! This is not the typical stepbrother story it’s so much more. – hellmouthsbookblogreviews.com
The plot was fresh and the sex scenes were definitely hot enough to melt my Kindle. – Lynn Cooper, author of The Dominant Seduction Series
This is one of those forbidden step-brother romances with an especially dark twist. I know I definitely didn’t see it going in the direction it went. Suspenseful? Uh, yea. Sexy? Absolutely. – alwayslovemesomebooks.blogspot.com
This hump day, I want to share a sexy little snippet from one of the three WIP’s currently on my ‘to-write’ list!
I don’t want to say too much about this story yet, but I am mighty excited about it. It will encompass a number of new elements for me, including facets of the paranormal and some of the hottest menage scenes I have ever written… In this scene, there are only two players, and one scorching (and well-deserved!) spanking.
I know she is playing with me, and yet I have never witnessed our guest be so docile and compliant. Not wanting to miss this unique opportunity, I offer her a small grin before kneeling up over her and flipping her onto her belly. She lands gently with a small yell of surprise, but offers little in the way of complaint as I lift her, and shift her soft nudity back over my lap. She settles in on top of me, nudging my hardness with her hip as her legs splay beautifully behind her.
“I’m going to redden this naughty little bottom of yours again, girl,” I say, with a forced severity which I hope she’ll be able to see through.
She twists to her left, assessing my face, and smiles as she realises that I am just feigning in order to heighten her sensation. “Thank you, sir,” she replies, blinking her long lashes at me. “I have been terribly naughty.”
“Yes, you have,” I agree. My palm lands flat against her bare bottom, sending a tremor of sensation down into her sex.
I look to her face, finding that her eyes have fluttered shut, and her mouth has fallen open. I keep watching as I spank her again, slightly harder this time. Her peaceful visage barely changes, although there is just the faintest glimmer of pain as the strike registers.
“I have the feeling that you’ve never been spanked before, Goldi.” The sound of her name revives her, and her blue orbs open, searching for my face. “Tell me, little girl, am I right?”
She braces as she catches the look of my right palm rising behind her, and then stills as it lands against both of her vulnerable cheeks again. This strike is harder still, and leaves a satisfying pink mark on her backside as I move my hand away.
“Yes, sir,” she answers in a whisper. “Nobody has ever spanked me before you.”
A blush engulfs her face at her admission, and the look of her stretched out subserviently over me sends a new, fierce jolt of desire shooting through me. My cock throbs painfully at my middle, desperate to be inside her.
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When eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia Franklin becomes the ward of Lord Thomas Markham after her father’s death, she quickly discovers that the wealthy, handsome gentleman believes in strict discipline for wayward young women. Her penchant for naughtiness soon earns her a sound spanking, but despite his willingness to punish her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Thomas’ firm-handed correction leaves Lydia helplessly aroused.
Though he is charged with ensuring that Lydia’s innocence is preserved, Thomas cannot help but notice her body’s response to his stern chastisement. It isn’t long before she is lying naked across his lap as she is spanked thoroughly and then brought to a blushing climax, and over the coming days he sets about teaching her what it means to surrender herself completely to a dominant man.
Being taken in Thomas’ arms proves more pleasurable than Lydia ever dreamed, and she finds herself imagining a future as his wife rather than his ward, but the dark rumors about his past are hard to ignore. When he asks for her hand she agrees to be his bride, but once the wedding is over will the bond between them hold firm or will it all end in scandal and heartbreak?
Publisher’s Note: Taming Lady Lydia includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
This Tuesday, Jessica Brand joins us with her sizzling BDSM romance, Laura’s Longing…
A story of love and exploration. Laura is the quintessential all American small town girl, the vivacious cheerleader who is saving herself for the love of her life. Unfortunately the love of her life is the bad boy in town. Young love being what it is, she finally decides he’s the one to make her a woman and she develops a plan for her fairytale outcome. Unfortunately her fairytale turns into a horror story when she finds her beau, in flagrante delicto with another girl bent over the kitchen table.
In her anger and her grief she seeks solace from her closest girlfriend and after purging some of her pent up lust in the arms of her friend she decides the town is not big enough for all of them and moves to the city to make a new life. Accepting an offer of accommodation in Denver from a mysterious woman a few years older than herself, Laura soon discovers activities taking place in her host’s basement studio that defy Laura’s comprehension. Initially shocked at what she witnesses, her shock turns to arousal as she watches erotic games involving activities she had no idea were possible.
Determined to explore further, she convinces her host introduce her to this strange world of bondage and discipline where the lines between pain and pleasure are blurred, where being spanked could be erotic or agonizing, depending on one’s perspective. Her first experience convinces her she needs more and after unexpectedly meeting a new love, sets about introducing him to the BDSM netherworld. Ensuring he learns from experience, Laura is finally satisfied as their love is consummated in the erotic confines of her housemate’s dungeon.
Laura’s Longing is not for the faint hearted as it takes the reader into the highly erotic world of consensual BDSM.
Check out this naughty little excerpt from the book…
Laura looked up, not moving. Frankie met her gaze and slipped around beside her, bending over and slipping her hand between Laura’s unresisting thighs. She continued to look at Laura as her finger slipped deep inside her, causing Laura to gasp before moaning in pleasure.
“He has never been able to do that so easily,” she said, the surprise obvious in her voice.
“I know,” Frankie replied soothingly. “He would still be fumbling about at this point, wondering how he was going to slip his cock in there. Your feelings would not even be coming into it. Now, slide forward for me.”
Laura complied before Frankie moved around in front of her, leaving her finger inside as she knelt between Laura’s splayed legs. As Frankie moved, Laura felt the movement of her finger inside her slick sex and knew the sensations she felt were no accident. Her friend knew exactly what she was doing.
“Now close your eyes and enjoy the ride.” As soon as she spoke she used her fingers to open Laura’s labia. Her tongue then darted in and out of Laura’s glistening sex, barely touching her but eliciting instant moans of pleasure.
In this red-hot book, Dante has been Erica’s savior since she was a child, protecting her from others, wiping her tears, making her feel worthy. Until, as the years passed, she began to feel something new…and a girl’s crush became a young woman’s unyielding passion. Though she ran away to Paris after Dante unknowingly broke her heart, even distance couldn’t quell Erica’s desire. Because she knows Dante well, knows what he’s capable of doing for a woman…and knows her submissive needs match Dante’s deep dominance perfectly.
Dante’s in trouble. For years he’s kept his burning ache for his best friend’s sister firmly in check. But now Erica’s back in the States, more gorgeous than ever. Worse, she wants to learn about BDSM—and she’s determined to have Dante as a teacher. He won’t let her near the club he co-owns with her brother—Chris would kill him—but he’ll “train” her at home. When he’s done, Erica will want nothing to do with the lifestyle. And hopefully her crush on Dante will be diminished…for both their sakes.
But Erica proves to be far more resilient that he’d ever dreamed, and Dante’s plan backfires in spectacular fashion, driving her straight into the clutches of someone far worse than another Dom. Someone dangerous, someone from his past…who’s going to make Erica pay for Dante’s sins.
Read this extended (18+) excerpt from the story, and then grab a copy of your own…
The teenaged girl hiding above in the barn’s hayloft watched as the man she loved pulled the woman roughly into his arms. As he kissed the woman’s mouth, the girl struggled not to cry.
The man stripped the woman’s clothes off—all of them—strewing them like so much rubbish on the filthy barn floor. He turned her to face away from him, positioned her legs so they were wide apart, then pushed down on her shoulders. The woman bent over and grasped the low railing in front of her.
The man pulled off his T-shirt, revealing smooth olive skin ridged with muscle and a dark trail of hair that disappeared below the waistband of his jeans. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it free from the belt loops. The girl bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation of seeing him fully naked. But instead of shedding the rest of his clothes, as she expected, he doubled the belt over, lifted his arm back and brought the belt down onto the woman’s bottom with a loud thwack.
The young girl stifled a gasp. The woman did not.
The girl would have been shocked into stillness if she hadn’t already been rigid as a statue, determined to not divulge her presence to the couple below. She could hardly believe what she was witnessing. However, her growing bubble of righteous indignation burst in response to the sounds the woman began to make. With each subsequent slap of belt against flesh, the woman flinched, but then moaned as if she reveled in this treatment.
The girl stared transfixed in a haze of disbelief.
Disbelief that slowly morphed into hot, pulsing arousal.
The man brought his belt down over and over until the woman’s backside was reddened and the voyeur upstairs was aching and restless and needing.
He finally threw his belt to the ground and moved up behind the woman. He fondled her abused bottom cheeks. When he pinched her there, the woman squealed—a high-pitched, desperate sound. And then he was unfastening the fly of his jeans. Before the girl could get a glimpse of the part of him she was longing to see, he shoved it roughly into the woman, who immediately screamed and shuddered as she orgasmed helplessly.
The man clasped his hand over the woman’s mouth as he fucked her. He fucked her at first with slow, controlled strokes, and then harder and faster until he was pounding into her, almost lifting her off her feet. And if the woman was making any more noise behind that big hand, the voyeur upstairs didn’t know. All she could hear was the blood pounding in her own ears.
She wanted so badly to be there, in place of that woman. The fantasies conjured by her inexperienced mind, of being kissed softly and taken gently by the man, dissolved away in the face of the reality of him.
She wanted him this way, in a way she’d never before imagined, with him controlling her roughly with strong hands, holding her down, making her take what he wanted to give her, taking exactly what he wanted from her.
The harsh lines of pleasure on his face made her crave to be the one giving him that kind pleasure, giving him everything he wanted.
The ache deep inside her became so overwhelming and so unbearable, she cupped herself and pressed, hard. And while the man she’d loved forever bucked and cried out his release, the girl came quietly, her teeth clamped together, with tears pouring down her face. And her heart breaking into a million pieces.
Erica fidgeted in her seat…for about the hundredth time.
The passenger beside her huffed and gave her angry businessman side-eye. She ignored the man, her hands hovering over her belt buckle, willing the “fasten seat belt” sign to make that “ping” sound so she could get off the damn plane. And get to him.
In the five long years she’d lived in Paris, since she was eighteen years old, she hadn’t seen him.
Dante. Just the sound of his name in her own mind gave her shivers.
She wondered if she’d somehow romanticized him. Was he really so devastatingly handsome, so powerful and dangerously sexual? Would he look at her with that dark, intense gaze, the way he did in her fantasies as she lay in her bed, alone, burning and restless? Would that secret smile of his still make her heart race? Would he make her insides clench and her sex moisten when he spoke to her in his deep, velvet voice?
Would he have a beer belly and a receding hairline?
He was twenty-five the last time she’d laid eyes on him. But knowing Dante, at thirty he’d probably look even sexier than he had back then. Gorgeous, infuriating man.
By the time Erica got to the baggage collection area, she was just about crawling out of her skin with impatience. Her stomach churned. While waiting for her luggage to appear, she rubbed sweaty palms on the thighs of her jeans, realizing she hadn’t felt this nervous for a very long time. Maybe since the last time she’d seen Dante. She silently admonished herself. She was determined to behave in a cool, sophisticated manner—Parisian nonchalance at its best—not like some crazy, lovesick schoolgirl.
Trouble was, she felt a little crazy. And sick. And she was most definitely in love.
But Erica needed to get a grip. She was adamant that Dante finally regard her as something other than his best friend’s kid sister. She wanted him to see her as a woman.
And not just any woman, but hopefully the woman who could belong to him.
Dante leaned against a concrete pillar in the arrivals hall waiting for Erica. His eyes scanned the passengers as they streamed out of the exit door, until he caught a flash of red in his peripheral vision. His heart thumped faster. Then a large man moved out of Dante’s line of sight and there she was.
Madre di Dio, she was so fucking beautiful, Dante’s breath caught in his chest.
He knew many beautiful women, but Erica was unique. She was stunning, statuesque, earthy…raw. There was a kind of wildness inherent in her beauty. In his more fantastical imaginings, Dante pictured her standing barefoot in a forest, every inch of her milky skin and lush body bared, her flame-red hair whipping fiercely in the wind.
She was like a goddess of the Earth.
And just as untouchable.
Even with his sole focus on her, from the corner of his eye Dante noticed other men’s heads turning to look at her. It made him want to growl and bare his teeth at them like an animal. But he could see, as per usual, Erica was oblivious to the way she affected males of the species.
She was tall—six feet without shoes on—which put her close to eye level with Dante’s six foot three. Her frame was sturdy with broad shoulders and nicely muscled thighs. He could now see the worn-out, skin-hugging jeans encasing those gorgeous legs that just went on and on forever. Her auburn hair appeared red under the fluorescent lighting, but Dante knew once she was out in the sun, he would see the shimmery streaks of copper and gold.
He watched as she scanned the room, a deep furrow between her brows. He used to rub that spot with his thumb and tell her she’d get old lady wrinkles if she didn’t stop frowning.
She saw him then, and her face lit up, her mouth breaking into her almost-too-wide smile.
She broke into a run and before he knew what she was about, she launched herself at him, jumping right into his arms. He grabbed her under her ass while she encircled his neck with her arms and his waist with her legs—those long, strong legs he’d dreamed about having wrapped around him.
“Dante,” she breathed in his ear, “I’ve missed you so much.”
At the sound of his name on her lips in that honeyed, husky voice and her warm breath in his ear, a shiver racked his spine.
Dante didn’t speak. He couldn’t. His throat choked up with all the words he longed to say to her but never would. He held her tight instead, pressed his lips to her cheek, then buried his face in her hair and breathed deeply, inhaling her scent. She smelled of oranges, summer days and sunlight.
He reveled in the feeling of her wrapped around him; it felt so right to finally hold her this way. He wondered if it was his overactive imagination, but he could have sworn he felt the heat from her sex penetrating through their clothing, branding his skin.
The need to claim her clawed up from inside him like a wild beast that had been caged too long. Beads of perspiration broke out on his lip at the thought of pushing her up against the nearest concrete pillar and driving himself inside her. He ground his teeth and prayed for sanity.
They held on to each other for a long time, neither of them moving to break the connection. After this initial reunion, they wouldn’t hold each other like this again. This was his best friend’s little sister; she was off-limits to him. No matter how he burned for her, how much he wanted her to be his, she never could be.
Finally, with more than a little difficulty, he forced himself to loosen his grip on her. As she slid slowly down his body, lust kicked him so hard in his gut, he thought he would fall to his knees.
She gazed at him with those clear gray eyes that had always utterly fascinated him. Gray, slightly tinged with green, the iris ringed with a color so deep, it was almost as dark as the pupil at its center. He knew he shouldn’t do it, but it was as if his hand and brain spoke two different languages.
Brain: “Don’t do it. Don’t touch her.”
Hand: “I no speaka de English.”
He touched her.
He fingered a strand of her hair and then slowly tucked it behind her ear. Her breath puffed out on a sigh and her eyes fluttered closed momentarily. Dante closed his eyes for a moment too, envisioning how she would react if he really touched her. Touched her in the ways he’d been dreaming of for so many years.
He imagined that underneath Erica’s sassy tomboy exterior lived a passionately sexual woman who would be as fiery as the hue of her hair. If they came together it would be incendiary. They would burn the damn place down around their ears.
And if he tried to take control of that fire and passion—to quiet it sometimes, and stoke it to greater heights at others, based solely on his whims and his wants—would she fight him? He thought he might like it if she fought him a little.
It’s Saturday, and we all know what that means – it’s time for a spanking! 😉
This week, I bring you another sizzling interlude between Lord Thomas Markham and his beautiful ward, Lady Lydia. In this scene, Lydia is looking to garner Thomas’ attention, but she gets a little more than she bargained for…
The depth of the authority in his voice stirs me, sending energy coursing around my body. It pools at the apex of my legs, causing delicious tingles there. “I am sorry to have pressed the point,” I say, and I mean it, although I cannot help but wonder if it is his discipline which I really crave and have missed this last week.
I swear he senses the answer as he reaches for me. He sinks the fingers of his right hand into my hair and draws my body toward him. “Lydia,” he says, his voice almost a low growl. “Are you being intentionally disrespectful, I wonder?”
A silent gasp leaves my mouth as I look upon him.
“Oh, so you are…” he says with a knowing smile. “That is what this is about…”
I flush, knowing that there is little point denying what we both already know to be true. I glance up to him, my eyes imploring the messages I long to say. He pulls me closer, pressing my head against his warm chest. “Have you missed me, my love?” His voice is a deep murmur into my right ear.
“Yes…” I just about manage.
“And so you have chosen to be intentionally disobedient, to garner my attention?”
I shift my head, looking wildly into his face. “It is not my intention, My Lord,” I whimper.
“Oh, really, little one?” he asks, as that brow arches once again. “I think that is an untruth. I think you did intend to disobey me, and I think you did so because you have missed my discipline. Am I correct?”
I am trembling as I reply, utterly startled by his ability to read me. “Perhaps, yes, My Lord, but I did not want for you to be angry with me.”
He smiles. “Lydia,” he coos. “I am not angry. But you and I both know what happens to naughty, disobedient young ladies, don’t we?”
My mouth parts reflexively. “Will you spank me?” I whimper.
“Yes,” he says, pulling me toward him as he reseats himself. “I realise that I have been remiss in my duties to you, and for that I apologise. I intend to make amends right this moment.”
In an instant he pulls me forward and down toward his lap. “But, My Lord!” I exclaim as I lurch headfirst over his breeches. “Not here, Thomas! What if somebody finds us?”
“We have had this conversation, Lydia,” he says firmly as he hoists me into position, “and I have assured you that I will spank you either with, or without, an audience.”
I gasp, feeling the skirts of my gown, petticoat, and stays dragged up my back, leaving my behind exposed and vulnerable. Almost immediately, his hand lands against my bare skin, the sound resonating around the study. I squeeze my eyes shut, stunned by the escalation of events. I pray silently that none of the staff will hear us and enter the room unexpectedly.
A further four swats are landed on my bottom, and they are hard and intense spanks. I am forced to bear each one, feeling the sting and then warmth they leave after his palm has left. From this angle behind his desk I can see very little, except for the expensive rug at my fingertips.
As the next strike lands, I hear Thomas’ voice from over my head. “Why are you being spanked, Lydia?” he asks.
I notice his voice is calm, but there is just the slight edge of arousal laced there.
“I was disobedient, My Lord,” I reply, my own voice trembling as I do.
“Yes,” he agrees, swatting me hard on the rear again. “You disobeyed me in order to get the attention you require, instead of coming to me and telling me about your needs.”
His hand lands on my behind again. “And for that reason, little one,” he says firmly, “you will receive a sound spanking on your bare bottom, and you will thank me for it.”
I whimper as the next strike lands, catching the pulsating need between my legs. “Yes, My Lord,” I moan from over his lap. “Thank you.”
Five swats land quickly, and instinctively I mean to get up, arching my back as I try to move.
His hand holds me down decisively. “You will stay over my lap, Lydia,” he calls out, and I flinch at the volume, hoping that nobody else will hear him. “You need this punishment, do you not?”
“Yes,” I whine, wincing as the next spank lands.
“Yes, you do,” he says, reaffirming my own thoughts. “So just take it, little one.”
I swallow hard, loathing the way he calls me his little one as he spanks me. The label, of course, helps to reinforce my subservience to him. The onslaught continues, and the stinging sensation is intense. He pushes me on, the utter indignation of the punishment both riling and arousing me. At some point I lose count of the swats, feeling the tension between my legs growing and building. I know I am wet, and I long secretly for Thomas to explore me there.
His palm eventually pauses, pressing itself against the warmth of my bare bottom. “How do you feel now, my love?” His voice is filled with passion.
“Thank you for my spanking, Thomas,” I murmur, unsure what else to say.
I hear him laugh, and slowly, teasingly, his fingers dip between my hot cheeks.
“Well done, my love,” he soothes, as one and then two digits slip against my wetness.
I mewl and groan, loving the intensity of his touch already.
“So wet and beautiful,” he whispers adoringly. “I yearn for our wedding night, Lydia, when I can finally possess you as a man should claim his wife.”
In anticipation for the weekend, I am pleased to host the awesome Sara Fields, and her recent red-hot sci-fi erotic romance, Her Alien Doctors. Check out the details of this sizzling story below…
After nineteen-year-old Jenny Monroe is caught stealing from the home of a powerful politician, she is sent to a special prison in deep space to be trained for her future role as an alien’s bride.
Despite the public bare-bottom spanking she receives upon her arrival at the detention centre, Jenny remains defiant, and before long she earns herself a trip to the notorious medical wing of the facility. Once there, Jenny quickly discovers that a sore bottom will now be the least of her worries, and soon enough she is naked, restrained, and shamefully on display as three stern, handsome alien doctors examine and correct her in the most humiliating ways imaginable.
The doctors are experts in the treatment of naughty young women, and as Jenny is brought ever closer to the edge of a shattering climax only to be denied again and again, she finds herself begging to be taken in any way they please. But will her captors be content to give Jenny up once her punishment is over, or will they decide to make her their own and master her completely?
Publisher’s Note: Her Alien Doctors is the second book in the Captive Brides series. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
How hot does this book sound? 😉 If you agree, then brace yourself for this tantalising teaser…
“I was hoping we wouldn’t have to start out on the wrong foot, but I can see you’re going to need a firmer hand than most of our patients here. Now, where could you have hidden the rest of the implements?” His gaze focused back on her.
She shrugged and turned away, refusing to meet his questioning eyes. Feeling his presence move closer, she shivered and held her breath. His hand reached out and gently, yet firmly, grasped her upper forearm, forcing her to stand. With his other arm, he lifted the mattress, revealing the rest of the implements she had hidden there. Swallowing nervously, she peeked up to see his expression and quickly looked away when she saw his stern disappointment.
“Now, that’s awfully naughty for a young lady like you to do, hmmm?” He picked up each one up and returned them to the drawer, each one making a loud and awful sound as it dropped down onto the wooden bottom. Chewing at her lip, she nervously waited for whatever was to happen next.
She watched anxiously as he righted the mattress and put it back into place. His hands reached back into the drawer and pulled out the brown leather paddle and tossed it on the bed. In a whirlwind of movement, he sat down on the bed and threw her over his lap. In a fraction of a second, her nightgown was pushed up to the small of her back and her panty-clad bottom was in his full view.
“No! You can’t do this,” she exclaimed, growing angrier with each passing moment. She reached back and tried to cover herself with her hand, but that only resulted in him capturing her wrist within his broad fingers. “No! Stop it! You can’t spank me, you… you asshole!”
“Such language. Sean isn’t going to like that. I suggest you learn to curb your tongue unless you want to be punished frequently.”
She jumped when his warm fingers caressed the curve of her lower backside, almost like an unspoken promise that they were about to cause pain to the sensitive skin back there.
“Your file indicates that you’ve been spanked quite a few times since your arrival, isn’t that right, Jenny?”
“Whatever, just get it over with,” she huffed with false bravado. She glared at the floor as her annoyance grew to higher levels. As usual, she could feel her traitorous body responding to the idea of discipline, something she had noticed the very first time she’d been punished by one of the guards.
Her breathing deepened as she pressed her thighs closer together, sensing the wetness that was already gathering there. The first time that happened, she thought it had been just a fluke, but when it happened a second and third time, she knew that something was wrong with her. Spankings were supposed to deter her from behaving badly, but instead her body seemed to desire them, even crave them. She felt so ashamed of herself.
As his fingers lay calmly against her skin, she couldn’t help but moan softly in anticipation. Her bottom cheeks tingled, knowing that her pale white skin was soon to turn a cherry red. His palm patted gently a few times on each side and she stiffened, held tight against his thighs. She was distinctly aware of just how large his hand was as it cupped her ass, noting that it seemed to cover one entire side all by itself.
“Please don’t,” she begged, her voice much softer than before.
“All you have to do is behave, Jenny, and you’ll be able to avoid punishments such as the one you are about to receive. A spanking will be good for your attitude and your well-being. You must accept that you are no longer in charge. Now, no more arguing. It’s time for your first punishment under my care.”
Her whole body tensed when his warm palm left her skin. The first spank seemed to echo loudly off the walls and by the time the second one sounded, she felt the sting hit her at last and she shrieked.
“Ouch!” she cried out. “I’ll be good, I promise!”
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She was running from Beau to protect him, but he would not let her escape.
Today, I am pleased to introduce, Ruby Caine to my blog. She’s here to feature her new release, Running from her fate ( book four of The Spirits of River Oaks series.)
In the book, Beauregard St. Pierre needs to find his run-away fiancée before she gets hurt. A fake psychic has filled her head with foolish nonsense. Generally, not one to leave his job and responsibilities for any length of time, he is determined to locate Belle quickly so they can return to New Orleans.
Anabelle Simar’s life changed drastically after she met Madame Claudette. She found the man of her dreams and inherited a tidy sum of money, all after the gifted psychic predicted the events. It is only natural to run away when the same woman warns Belle she puts her lover at great risk.
The couple ends up at River Oaks, where Madame Lenore regularly communicates with spirits. At first, she does not see any danger, but every time Beau and Belle visit for another reading, his fate is altered in disastrous ways.
Will sweet Anabelle really stab, burn and shoot the man she loves? Can Beau protect himself and the woman he loves? Will their love hold them together against the odds, real or invented?
Publisher’s Note: This adult romance has elements of humor, mystery, suspense, paranormal happenings, sexual scenes, adult language and discipline of adult women. If any of these elements offend you, please do not purchase.
Read the tantalising teaser here, and then go grab yourself a copy…
“Do you really think I bullied you? Be honest.” Those piercing eyes didn’t miss a thing as he watched her. His words drew her attention and she almost felt like crying in frustration. Sighing in defeat, she turned away from him again. Beau continued speaking, not giving her a chance to build up another wall between them. “This is ridiculous, Belle. This whole situation is foolish. Come home with me and let’s put this whole thing behind us.”
“I can’t and you know why,” she told him before rummaging through her cabinets and pulling out a small coffee maker.
“Because you’re convinced you are going to harm me? I’m sorry, babe, but that’s bullshit!”
“Madame Claudette had a vision. She’s never been wrong. Believe me, I prayed and prayed she was mistaken, but I can’t take a chance with your safety. I love you too much for that, Beau. I’d rather be miserable without you, knowing you are safe, than happily at your side and watch you be hurt.”
A man can only take so much frustration when trying to reason with his lover. Beau had finally passed his threshold. “Talking is getting us nowhere. I am tired of trying to reason with you, Belle. You love me. I love you. We are getting married. Decades from now, I will enjoy telling our grandchildren how I had to chase their stubborn grandmother across the state until she finally realized she belonged at my side.”
He glanced around the room for a suitable place to carry out his next plan of action. The coffee table and stool close to the microwave looked too flimsy to hold his frame, let alone both their w
eights. He had serious concerns about the sturdiness of the double bed, too. But the latter would have to make do. Grabbing her hand, he pulled Belle toward the frame.
After twenty-year-old Zara Webb is arrested for delinquent behavior while living as an exchange student in an alien colony, she is placed into the custody of High Judge Galen Hosta. For the duration of her sentence, she will live in Galen’s home and under his authority, and the stern, handsome warrior will have the right not only to punish her in any way he sees fit, but also to take her to his bed and enjoy her beautiful body in any way he pleases.
Within moments of her sentence being pronounced, Zara finds herself over Galen’s lap for a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking. But when she kneels at his feet, blushing crimson as she is made to thank him for her well-deserved punishment in the most humiliating way possible, she cannot hide her helpless arousal.
Over the coming days, Zara discovers that Galen’s mastery of her body will be far more thorough than she would have thought possible, yet even as she is brought to one intense, shameful climax after another, her need for him only grows stronger. But when her sentence is complete and she is no longer his prisoner, will she choose to stay by his side as his mate?
Publisher’s Note: Chosen by the High Judge is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Chosen by the Governor. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Are you ready for more? Here comes the sexy little snippet!
She was still trembling. She had to tell him, because at the moment there was no choice. She couldn’t follow in the footsteps of Astra.
“I’m a virgin,” she blurted.
His hand dropped and his eyes widened in surprise. “You’ve never been with a man?”
She smirked, feeling a little mollified by the admission. “Well, yes, but not that way, and just because I get drunk… not all students…” she added feebly.
He laughed softly. “Forgive me, I have been presumptuous with my views of human copulation. Is it not your way to fuck once you come of age?”
Zara rubbed her hands up and down her arms. The direction of the conversation was creeping into the intimate, but if that was what he wanted from her, then he had to understand her better.
“It used to be something you did on the wedding night, you know.” She shrugged a little nervously. “Not so much like that these days. I’m twenty. I’ve just not met the right man.”
“Mmm, I see. Then if I was to tell you I promise to take your virginity with consideration, would you still accept my alternative sentence?”
Fuck, he’s keen.
He wanted her. She tingled all over and she shouldn’t. It couldn’t be right. He was going to punish her, fuck her, do whatever the hell he liked. “And then, after you take my virginity?” she asked slowly.
“You are mine,” he said softly.
“I don’t know, sir,” she stuttered, feeling overwhelmed and uncertain.
“I want you, Zara. I want to punish your sweet bare ass with my hand. I want to witness you come when I demand it. I want to enter you. You will submit and serve me every day. You will stay naked in my presence. In return I shall ensure your privacy is protected, your criminal files kept confidential and you will come to no harm.”
The room was hot. Or felt hot. The blood had rushed to her cheeks and she swayed.
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