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Bound To Submit by BJ Wane

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It’s Tuesday, and that means we’re joined by the awesome BJ Wane, who brings us Bound To Submit.

Hope Wallace left Atlanta after being betrayed by her family and friends in the worst way. Now, running a homeless shelter in downtown Miami, she was finally doing what she wanted with her life and working at putting the past behind her.  The only thing marring her happiness was the constant desire to explore the BDSM lifestyle her new friends enjoyed so much.  She had tried that once, and it led to disaster and losing everything, but the urges kept pulling at her until she finally succumbed and braved going to a club.

Miles Cavenaugh fell for Hope the minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a friend and resident at her shelter.  His violent childhood kept him from forming relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone harming an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick with his close friends for companionship.  But when he hears Hope is at a local BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds in Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.

Unable to continue keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her interest out of her system.  But an unknown person is determined that Hope not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.

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Holding his hand out, Miles helped her up yet again, taking the pugil stick from her and dropping it to the mat as he said, “You caught on quick, Hope, but that doesn’t mean I’ll slide on your punishment.”

Both her buttocks and her pussy clenched at the word ‘punishment’ and a frisson of excitement danced under her skin when her mind took her back to another place, another Dom and her first taste of erotic pain.  “But…” she cast a quick look around the small gym then at the door.  “Here?”

With a low laugh that set off a flutter of butterflies in Hope’s abdomen, Miles spun her around, swiped both feet out from under her with one leg and kept one arm braced around her middle as he lowered her on top of the large padded pole.  “Here, and now,” he whispered in her ear as he adjusted her hips over the pugil, leaving her butt propped up.  “Stay where I put you.”  Swiping a hand over her buttocks, he squeezed one cheek.  “We didn’t discuss a safe word last week because that was fun, I didn’t intend any punishment that time.  For now, we’ll stick with the standard red for stopping everything; green, you’re good to continue and yellow for you’re unsure.”

Hope was familiar with the stoplight cues due to Sandie and Krista sharing a few of their scenes whenever they got together.  With a hard tug, Miles yanked her gi pants down to her thighs followed by her panties.  As her butt became exposed to the cool air-conditioning, and embarrassment over the ignominious position he placed her in gave way to excitement, she prayed she could remember even those simple instructions.

“Put your arms behind your back and grip your hands together,” Miles instructed as he caressed his palm over the smooth, soft skin of her lush ass.  Propped up on his side next to her, he enjoyed the view of plump, lily-white buttocks elevated for his enjoyment.  “Good girl,” he praised her when she obeyed without question.  “You’ve got a world-class ass, Hope.  I’m envisioning all kinds of things I’d like to do with it.  Tell me about your one experience in a club.”

With one side of her face pressed against the mat, the one eye he could see widened in surprise.  “Why?”

He swatted her ass, hard enough to jiggle the round globe.  “Don’t question my demands.”

Small, white teeth sunk into her plump lower lip before she replied.  “I went to a club with some friends, just out of curiosity.  Accepting a dare, I landed over a Dom’s lap.  That’s all, not much to it.  We left right afterward.”

“Then why did you tell me last week it ended badly?” He caressed the warm, red handprint his smack left behind and watched pleasure dilate her eyes.  That quick, unguarded response was every Dom’s wet dream.  Too bad this was a punishment scene.

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Molly’s endurance – #SatSpanks #DarkRomance #Erotica

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It’s finally the weekend, and with it comes the delicious #SatSpanks blog hop! This week I am bringing you more from one of my current, darker WIP’s. In this scene, Molly’s punishment is only just beginning…

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Her silent questions were answered by his hand which landed against her bared behind again before she could fully process his last comments. He spanked her five times in fast succession, each swat landing in almost exactly the same spot as the prior, and causing her bottom to sting unbearably. Molly flinched at the pain, her head becoming heavier with each strike. This wasn’t the way she’d imagined punishment spankings when she’d written them. In her books, the heroine was always punished with a loving hand, knowing that her pleasure would be imminent if she only endured the penance. But Connor’s hands were not loving, and there were no guarantees of anything for her now. She didn’t even know when she’d be free again, let alone able to enjoy pleasure. A low sob caught in her throat as his hand moved against her punished ass again and again, and she buried her head into the bedding, grateful at least that she didn’t have to see his face during the ordeal.

The spanking continued over Connor’s lap, Molly’s behind now surely on fire as his palm connected with her ass again. Her bottom felt several times larger than it had done before, and she wondered if and how she’d be able to sit once he’d finally finished. He spanked her again and this one felt hard, even in spite of all of the previous swats. The next strike was harder still, and she gasped, fighting to resist the urge to try and move from her place.

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

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

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The Viking’s rules – #WIPItUp #eroticromance

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Happy hump day! Sadly, this is my penultimate #WIPItUp blog post, so I wanted to being you something juicy and a little longer than normal… As a result, I’m offering an exclusive sizzling excerpt from my new Viking romance, the follow up to the #1 best-selling book, The Viking’s Conquest! Read on to enjoy!

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The nights this far north  seem endless, and when I open my eyes again the room is still shrouded with darkness. Rolling to my right side, I find my Viking sleeping peacefully next to me, and I press myself into his body heat. I have had such few opportunities to explore his body. I am usually either bound, or being commanded in some other shameful, though tantalising way, but rarely do I have free reign to touch him. I press my palm into his chest, trailing it south over his torso. My fingers run over the firm contours of his abdominals, following the muscles as they taper down towards his groin. I smile into his side, knowing full well where my fingers are going next. Desire swells at my centre, goading me to continue, and my index finger nudges against the nest of hair at his manhood.

Excitement races through me at the prospect of being able to handle Anders’ magnificent cock without supervision, and unthinkingly my digits move into his coarse hair. I find his organ, already semi-erect, and stirring at my limited stimulation of his body. Nervous energy floods my mind. I am finally going to get to play with his erection – after all of the immense frustration and pleasure it has brought me over the last months. I can barely believe it. I wrap my hand around the lower shaft, fisting it gently and gleeful as it hardens under my touch.

“What is this?” Anders’ tone is sleepy, yet there’s no denying the rasping eroticism laced within it. “I see my little sweeting is awake already?”

My fist stills, yet I squeeze his cock gently, willing it to swell further for me. “I am sorry, My Lofðungr,” I murmur up his body. “I can hardly resist you.” I glance up at him in the shadows, “are you angry with me?”

His left arm sweeps up my body, across my shoulders and his fingers are suddenly in my hair. “Not angry, Aurelie,” he chortles as his digits grip into my locks. “Though perhaps increasingly stunned by your growing pluck.”

The early morning light is still weak, and I blink into the darkness,  uncertain if he is amused or upset with me. “Forgive me,” I whisper. “I do so desire you, Anders.”

He is on me in a moment, spinning me onto my back and capturing one, and then two wrists, which he contains easily in his right hand. “You are becoming rather informal, Aurelie,” he breathes, pulling my imprisoned wrists up behind my head.

I gasp, my head whirring at the dramatic change of events. Is he cross with me, or just playing? It seems impossible to tell. I glance up to his expression in the half-light, looking to his scintillating blue eyes for clues. “Again, forgive me,” I splutter, apparently full of apologies this morning.

He assesses me, his powerful body pinioning mine to the bed below us. My ass, still sore from last night’s punishments rubs painfully against the covers. “I am pleased that you desire me,” he smiles, “and yet I think you forget your place, My Lady .”

My heart pounds at his words, and the sensual threat they promise.

“You do not touch me without permission, are we clear on this?” His tone is firm, but he doesn’t raise his voice, and somehow the cool, calm persona is all the more disconcerting.

“Yes, My Lofðungr,” I reply in a hurried whisper. “We are clear.”

His hard-set features thaw a little at my evident trepidation, his eyes now just visible from the first light of dawn. Anders’ gaze holds me in place, immobilising me with his intensity,  as much as his body. “Good,” he answers finally. “I will punish you for this transgression, my sweeting, although as yet I am undecided how. I will make up my mind in due course, and deliver your penance this evening.” He pauses, lowering his face to kiss my mouth in an unhurried way. I squirm beneath him, passion pooling at my core at the casual authority and control he has over me. The feeling of his hardness nudging my hip does little to alleviate my growing desire. “We have an important day today,” he continues as he draws away. “I want you to remember what awaits you this evening as the day passes.” He smiles at this, obviously imagining the agonising anticipation which will torment  me. I imagine it too, and all at once it feels hard to breathe.

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To Break a Warrior King’s Curse by Kryssie Fortune

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This Tuesday, I am pleased to welcome back the awesome Kryssie Fortune, and her recent release, To Break a Warrior King’s Curse!

Leonidas can fight anything except dark magic.

 He inherited his father’s curse along with the Fae throne. Thanks to a rogue witch, if he doesn’t bed a different woman every month, he’ll turn feral. A man can only stand so much meaningless sex. No wonder he hates witches.

 When he meets Meena, he intends to seduce her, not love her.

 Meena’s a witch who never developed any powers.

Banished to the mundane world, she masquerades as human. When she accidentally bonds with an escaped war dragon, Leonidas comes to reclaim it. His enemies strip him of his powers, and his month’s almost up.

 What happens when he discovers she’s a witch? And how will this warrior king cope when his curse kicks in and forces him into another woman’s bed.

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 Meena almost retched. Everything she learned about the Elves made her hate them more. “That potion. What was it?”

“Distilled musk taken from a female rat as she comes into season,” her companion whispered.

“Randy rat juice?” Meena spluttered. “And I drank it.”

A second woman entered, carrying short lengths of rope. “And soon, just like an animal in heat, you will burn for the touch of a man.”

The outer door swished open then someone closed it with a bang. She didn’t care that she was naked and defenseless. She just wanted the victor to screw her hard and fast. Or maybe slow and easy. Perhaps both. In her best dreams, he brought a friend.

Her raging hormones didn’t care as long as someone relieved the burning need between her legs. Another wave of desire hit her, shooting fresh longings to her sensitized nerve endings. Her need blossomed into pain—intense, clear, and sharp. She trembled. She needed. She wanted. Goddess, if she didn’t come soon, she’d explode. She heard a flint strike, and a candle cast eerie shadows across the entry room.

In the name of the collective covens, I’m in here. Get a move on. Please.

The scent of chocolate and chili assailed her, and then Leonidas strode to her side. Face stern, he spun on his heel and shoved a chair against the door handle. He moved to the bed, towering over her as he stared at her face through the flickering candlelight. He frowned as, back arched, hips rolling, she demanded, “Don’t just stand there. Fuck me.”

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Hidden Embers (Book 1 Bride of Fire) by Jane Burrelli

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When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. It’s a pity they didn’t care to bless anything else.

 The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her people and rejoin the Empress.

 It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western wastelands. The journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren. The leader of the Iceari, the natural enemy to Firelanders.

 Zorren is reputed to be a ruthless leader and Mira fights the attraction that blazes between them. Resulting in a clash of not only their wills but also their elements. After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?

 This is book one of the new Bride of Fire series. Join the journey to a mystical world and the adventure and romance that awaits.

 Publisher’s Note: This fantasy romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual scenes set in an apocalyptic world.

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“What in the Goddess’ name are you doing?” I screeched.

Rearing up I found a firm hand planted in the center of my back pinning me in place. The only thing I had succeeded in doing was loosening my own trews. To my horror, his fingers curled into the waistband. I threw my hips from side to side, my attempts at evasion pitiful.

“You can’t do this!” My protests went unheeded.

He calmly took a firm grasp of my hips and threw his leg over mine. Panting, I found I couldn’t move, trapped like a creature in a snare. “I’m making sure I can see if I truly hurt you.”

The fabric rasped over my tender skin. Shivering, my squirming bottom revealed to the elements, the chilled air bringing a moment of relief. “Trust me, it hurt.”

His hand rubbed the reddened flesh, murmuring, “Your skin colours so easily.”

The touch ignited a steady throb between my legs—what in Khatri’s name? The pause allowed me to gather my wits.

“Do you know why you are in this position?”

Khatri’s tits, he wanted to talk now! “Because you can’t abide being defied!” I hissed, struggling to concentrate on anything but calloused fingers now tracing patterns on my heated flesh.

Closer and closer to the apex and I wiggled, longing for more of the same. The soft touch lingering at the sensitive crease where buttock met thigh. I shivered but it was different from the previous man who had touched me. It wasn’t revulsion, it ignited a fire that I didn’t know how to put out. “

Is that what you think?”

Lazily the finger drew back and forth, and my muscles jerked in response. The unexpected wallop shattered the first inklings of pleasure and sent my cheeks bouncing. The sting increasing tenfold without clothing to mute it.

“Try again.”

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A darker spanking #Amwriting #SatSpanks #DarkRomance

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It’s the weekend, and my mind is definitely in a dark place this week, as my #SatSpanks snippet shows. We join the trials of Molly, who finds herself at the whim of a menacing stranger in this raw and unedited excerpt…

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“You look so good like this, Molly,” he purred from over her.

His words stirred her, snapping her from the thoughts of escape, and filling her with fresh anxiety.

“You should see how gorgeous this arse is now it’s reddening under my palm. Fucking beautiful…”

Molly gulped at that, unsure how she felt about his admission. Of course she was disgusted. Appalled by the way he was treating her. He had no right to take her, to bind her, or to spank her, and they both knew it. But as the swats continued to land against her, that most curious thing began to happen. Instead of registering the pain of each new strike, something else was transpiring inside her head. Now there was pleasure too. Her mind acknowledged the motion of his palm, and perhaps even conveyed the impact, but it didn’t really hurt any more. Or maybe it did, she wasn’t sure, but if it did then she welcomed the pain. She sought it. Yes, that was it. It did hurt, but now she liked it – she wanted it. It was the most bizarre realisation.

Now when she pulled at the ropes at her wrists, and felt them cut into her flesh she didn’t want to run from the sensation, she wanted more of it. She realised she was revelling in the ignominy of being bared to Connor. Yes, it was still humiliating, but now the humiliation was making her wetter than before. Wet, and hot, and ready.

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Revenge of the Pirate Twins by Brandy Golden

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It may be Friday the 13th, but fear not! Today, I bring you Brandy Golden’s latest new release, Revenge of the Pirate Twins.

She wants vengeance, he wants her.

In the book, twin sisters Frankie and Kat Fontaine, are wilful, undisciplined, highly skilled in weapons, and fiercely determined to find the infamous master of the black pirate ship called the Nemesis. Jacques LaSalle, the owner of that ship, is the blackguard that attacked their father’s merchant vessel, killing their father and abducting their mother.  First they will find out what happened to their mother, and then they will have their revenge.

 Jacques LaSalle is intrigued and amused when he hears that a beautiful raven haired woman has been scouring the Caribbean for him and intends to challenge him.  No one has ever bested Jacques in a fight but he soon finds that Frankie is much more of a challenge than he thought. He intends to claim her for his own if she’ll stop trying to kill him long enough. 

Morgan MacAlister is the pirate governor of the new colony, the Pirate’s Hideaway, and his gut instincts tell him that trouble is coming to his island paradise. When the mighty Aphrodite sails into his harbour carrying a set of twin sisters, the gorgeous redheaded sprite of the duo sets his senses on fire.

 It’s a hot time on the high seas when the two arrogant men figure out that the twins have the power to rock their worlds. But the girl’s haughty attitude and lack of respect may well earn them several trips over a knee before it’s all said and done.

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Jacques watched his helpless prisoner as she twisted and fought to no avail.

“Lucky for you, Frenchy will not bring charges against you for trying to kill him. He is leaving your punishment to me, ma petite. Something I plan to thoroughly enjoy.”

He stepped in close to Frankie’s body, his hands slipping to her breasts. They were full and firm to the touch and he could enjoy them at will. He lightly teased the buds through her clothing, causing her nipples to harden in response.

“I bet the Spaniard enjoyed these, did he not? The real question is, did you enjoy it this much?”

He smiled in satisfaction as a groan escaped her trembling lips. He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her close against his chest, the hard nipples crushed against him as his mouth sought her full rosy lips.

Frankie moaned and tried to twist her head from side to side, trying in vain to avoid his capture. Her senses swam and her breasts ached against the hardness of his broad muscles. His mouth was so close to hers she could feel his warm breath with only a whisper to separate them. Was this how he was going to punish her? Surely he would not take her against her will?

“Frankie, you cannot deny the flames between us. Let yourself go, ma Cherie.” His tongue lightly teased her lips, gently parting them and sliding into her mouth. He felt her buck against him as she responded in spite of herself.

Smiling, he stepped away from her. “This could all have been avoided if you had just cooperated with me earlier. But now your stubbornness will cost you.” Slowly, he began to unbutton her shirt, allowing his tongue to trace the soft flesh, as it was unveiled.

“So, it comes to this?” she spat at him in her fury. “You are going to just take what you want without permission?”

“Non, I won’t have to take anything,” he assured her. “You will be begging me. Your body gives you away, ma petite.”

“Go to hell!” Frankie stood proudly, knowing she was fighting a losing battle to withstand this assault on her senses.

She was helpless to do anything but whimper in protest as his tongue trailed liquid fire across her breasts and down her stomach. Finally, he stopped, and she slumped in relief.

“What to do with these clothes?” he murmured wickedly, knowing the effect his “torture” was having on her. “Ah, well, clothes can be replaced.”

“What are you doing?” she cried, silently cursing the blindfold when she felt the cold touch of steel on her back as the shirt was cut. It increased her other senses when she couldn’t see. Sound, hearing, touch, all were heightened to a sharper clarity, especially the sensations her shivering body was experiencing. “You have no right!”

“I have every right to punish you when you break the rules,” he replied silkily. “How I do so, of course, is up to me.” He chuckled as his knife made short work of the trousers and undergarments, leaving his proud pirate in nothing but her boots and her long raven hair cascading down her stiff spine.

A little humiliation would do her a world of good. Walking behind her, he ran his palm down her smooth back and over the satiny softness of her buttocks, admiring the firmness beneath their soft covering. Trailing around to the front, his fingers blazed a path across her flat stomach. She was mouth watering. Her slender waist narrowed to lush hips, then down to long slim legs encased in black boots to the knees. The sight was intoxicating, and his body couldn’t be any more responsive to her charms. He was beginning to wonder who was torturing who.

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Masterful Husbands Tame Their Wives: Five books under one cover!

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Today I am thrilled to host Vanessa Brooks’ latest hot release, Masterful Husbands!

Four dominant gentlemen of the British aristocracy.

Lords’ who know how to tame a wife.

Naughty ladies getting up to wicked deeds and pay the price across their masterful husbands’ sturdy thighs.

Does this daunt their womanly ardour or their zest for life?

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If you love a dash of humour, a spot of steamy romance and a cast of Lords and Ladies to enjoy with your cuppa, then this is the book for you!

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He towed her to the couch but as he tilted her shrieking, flailing form over the back, her hoop sprung up and caught him a blow to the chin. Cursing, he withdrew a knife from his boot and, shoving the frame out of his way, he cut the ribbon that held it at her waist. When he yanked her upright again, the hoop dropped like a stone about her ankles. He kicked the offending cage out of the way and swiftly upended Primrose across the back of the settee, whereupon he shoved her dress skirt and petticoats high over her back. Gravity completed the rest, smothering her head and shoulders while muffling her squeals of indignation. “Once we are wed, I forbid you the wearing of hoops, such ridiculous farafiddles!” Without preamble, Jago raised his hand and landed a heavy thwack to her naked right buttock, quickly repeating the action on her left. He kept up a furious barrage of swats, until his hand hurt and she’d stopped kicking. He lifted her upright, grasped her by her upper arm, and marched her around to the front of the furniture. He sat and yanked her down onto his lap. She began to struggle and curse but he grasped her chin, crushing his mouth upon hers, kissing her roughly. Hands that beat against his shoulders slowly subsided as he deepened his questing kiss.

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Something darker… #WIPItUp #darkromance

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Happy hump day! I’m home, and back into my writing, and this week I want to bring you a snippet of something darker…

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“Not planning on jumping, are you?”

The sound of his voice was unexpected, and it frightened her already adrenaline-filled body. Molly hadn’t heard him coming back to the room, and she spun to face him, losing her balance and landing awkwardly back onto her left shoulder. Connor laughed at the display, his arrogance evident as he placed the water back down on the dresser. The look of the amusement on his face made the old indignation within her rise to the surface, and she knew she was scowling as she struggled to get herself upright again.

“Molly?” He asked, his long arms drawing his hands to his hips.

Her eyes assessed him, and she wondered what he saw in them? Fear, perhaps? Anger? Maybe something else?

“I asked you a question,” he continued, his tone lowering.

Molly swallowed hard, her emotions threatening to spiral out of control completely. “I…” She closed her mouth, unsure what to actually say. She hadn’t been thinking of jumping, but now that he mentioned it, she can’t remember why she hadn’t thought of that herself.

Connor took one long stride and pointed to the bed. “Sit,” he commanded, as though she was some sort of dog.

She inhaled quickly, fighting both the urge to tell him to go and fuck and himself, and the one which made her pussy wet, in equal measure. She eyed him, fearfully, deciding that for the time being at least, there really was little choice but to obey as he’d asked. Moving on unsteady legs, she fell back to her bottom.

He stared down at her, and as she lifted her head, she couldn’t believe how tall he seemed, towering over her like some mythical man. “I’m waiting for your answer,” he reminded her in a curt, unamused tone.

She straightened up as the weight of his intense gaze fell over her. “I wasn’t going to jump,” she answered. “I swear, I wasn’t even thinking about it.”

This was the truth at least.

“Really?” He enquired, apparently unimpressed by her response. “And how did I ask you to address me, Molly?” His dark brow arched as he questioned her, and the sight of it made her pussy clench reflexively.

“Sir.” The word flew from her lips as though it was the most natural thing to say in the whole world. “You asked me to call you sir.”

He smiled, evidently proud, but the expression hardened almost at once. “So, why did you not call me by my new title?”

She squirmed in her place. “I’m sorry,” she replied, feeling absurdly flustered by the admission. The logical part of her brain, apparently still subdued by the toxins coursing through her system, knew she had no reason to be ashamed. Connor was the asshole here. He was the one who had taken her. He was the perpetrator.

But then, what did that make her? Her squirming stilled as the answer came to her.

It made her the victim.

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A taste of something new… #WIPItUp #spanking #BDSM

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Happy hump day! It’s my last post for a week or so. The Brandon’s are off on holidays over the Easter period, and won’t be back until the second week of April. I want to leave you with a hot little teaser from one of my current WIP’s, and be warned – this one is NSFW!

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“There’s my good girl,” he responds, eyeing me proudly. “And as a reward for how well you’ve done, I am going to make you come again. Right here, and right now.”

The decision surprises me, having been pleasured just before we left his living quarters. “Sir?” I say, my neck straining as I lift my head from the leather.

Jack offers me a fiendish smile, stroking back the hair from my face. “Relax now,” he tells me, his eyes full of promise for whatever pleasure he now has planned. “You need to rest, so I’ll make this fast.”

His fingers disappear from me, leaving my bottom strangely alone and bereft as he rises from his position at my head and stalks across the room. I follow him with my eyes, watching him weakly as he opens a cabinet, and pulls out what looks like a long, ribbed dildo.

He turns, holding it out to me with a wry smile, and I know my gaze widens. The toy is huge, easily ten inches long, and I baulk at the idea of what he may want to do with the thing.

“Don’t worry, Madelaine,” he laughs, apparently reading my expression with ease. “This won’t all go inside you. It’s only to help you achieve a good, satisfying orgasm whilst I attend to your other needs.”

“Other needs?” I whimper, but Jack is already gone, striding back to my exposed bottom, the dildo still in his hands.

“I do love these spanking benches,” he muses out loud. I can hear him fiddling with something on the bench behind me, but from this position there is no chance I can see what he is doing. “There’s a mechanism right here which I can use to secure this vibrator to,” he continues, his arm brushing up against my right thigh as he works.

All of a sudden, the edge of the thick plastic device is shifted, and I can feel it pressing along the line of my wet seam. I groan unconsciously at the contact. I’m so horny and wet that even the sensation of this foreign object against me is tantalising.

There’s the sound of some sort of switch flicking behind me, and from out of nowhere the thing comes to life between my legs. I gasp, the intensity of its speed shocking, yet shamefully, within a few moments my hips are already rising to greet the thing, my clit satiated by the padded leather beneath me.

“That’s right,” Jack says, his voice full of unrestrained glee as he crosses the floor back to the open cabinet. “Use it to get you there, my love, and whilst you do, I’m going to reacquaint you with one of my personal friends, the lash.”

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Mastering Her Fear by BJ Wane

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Today’s Never Ending Blog Tour brings us BJ Wane’s latest hot release, Mastering Her Fear.

In the book, Julie Martin pulled on Jackson Davenport’s protective urges the minute he stepped outside and saw her go flying off her swing to land in a heap of gangly arms and legs then come up smiling. When he discovered how her parents pressed her into competing in beauty pageants for their own selfish gratification, he took it upon himself to provide her with the friendship the little girl craved. Years later, just when his adult feelings – and body – began to want more from the beautiful young woman she’d grown up to be, Julie moved away to take the modeling world by storm. Jackson’s first encounter with the changes in her personality broke his heart and he severed all ties with her.

Six years later, Julie returns to Jackson a broken woman, unable to cope with the nightmare that changed her life forever. When he discovers her penchant for cutting herself to deal with the fear, he shows her a new side of him she’s never seen before, and a new way to get through the darkness that continues to plague her.

Even though Julie embraces Jackson’s dominant sexuality and the way his painful ministrations work much better at calming her fears, the truth of what happened the night her two friends were murdered stands between them. Will she be able to set aside her guilt to tell him the entire truth, or will she once again lose the only person who can complete her?

Publisher’s Note: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange and explicit scenes. While it is the third title in the Miami Masters series, it can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Check out this sizzlingly naughty excerpt to whet your appetite…

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Jackson couldn’t decipher what Julie’s grimace meant or why the mention of orgasms would make her muscles tighten, but he could pull the cause out of her later.  Today was for demonstrating.  Sliding his hands around to her buttocks, he kneaded the soft flesh, keeping a close eye for her response.  “I enjoyed spanking you the other day.  You did, too, which means you’ll like this.”  He released her ass to pick up a multi-strand flogger and trailed the narrow leather strips over her breasts.

“Is that what I think it is?” she questioned with a catch in her voice.

“I don’t read minds, Julie.”

“And I might be green about your sexual preferences, but I know what a flogger is,” she returned, her voice going breathless as he tickled her waist then glided the leather strips up the inside of one leg.  “But I’ve never felt one.”

“This one has twelve strands, long and thin to cover a larger area.  Spread your feet wider and leave them there.”  She complied without hesitation, another positive sign.  Jackson moved to stand at her side, teased the globes of her ass with another slow trail of the braided leather then pulled back to deliver a light snap over both cheeks, just hard enough to leave faint pink stripes behind.  “You good?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine.”  The rows of tiny stings that stroke elicited drew her nipples into tighter beads and added to the building dampness in her pussy.  Julie bit her lip again, waiting in anticipation for the next strike.  It came fast, this one a little sharper, landing below the first, the extra punch seeping deep inside her and pulling a response she never dreamed possible.  “Jackson.

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His On Demand by Fiona Murphy

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She lied to get close to him now the lie is tearing them apart.

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I’m thrilled today to be joined by Fiona Murphy, with her fabulous hot new release, His On Demand... Here’s the blurb for this awesome new book.

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To achieve my goals, I’ll do anything, even put up with an asshole like Leandros Kaplan. Four years, five tops and I’ll have enough money saved to fulfil my dreams of writing full time. I know lying to him to get the job is crazy and stupid. It’s as crazy and stupid as the requirement for his new assistant to be married. I’m not married, and I’m not like his past assistants, the ones who dropped sexual innuendo daily and then would hand him their underwear when he asked for reports. I’m a freaking virgin at thirty-one.

I swear I never thought I would fall for him, it doesn’t matter that he’s a gorgeous Greek god billionaire, he’s also a jerk who takes pride in being ruthless and cold-blooded. He’s so out of my league we don’t even play the same game. He’s into dating double zero models. There’s no way he would ever be interested in a plus size like me.

When he finds out I lied I’m not surprised he wants his pound of flesh, I’m surprised he wants it in the form of my flesh, naked for him. The retribution he demands is me, whenever, however, he wants my body. I’ll give it to him, everything he demands. He doesn’t want my heart or tears, only I can’t stop giving him both, and it’s slowly tearing me apart. Can he ever forgive me for lying or will that one lie be the end of us?

Sounds fantastic, right? Now brace yourself for the sizzling NSFW excerpt…

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Walking Elizabeth Ward to the elevator, I am satisfied by her happiness and effusive thanks. Dmitri owes me twenty dollars, I managed not only to hire her. I turned her from an angry shrew into a purring contented kitten.

“She was pretty.” The words are spoken the moment the elevator closes and in Italian. I have to be wrong about the jealousy I detect. Yet when I turn it is clear on her face. Her blue eyes are a storm of emotion. “You got what you wanted. You really liked her.”

I am drawn to Alexa, I cannot look away from her. From seeing her every emotion and desire on her beautiful face to the brilliant blue of her eyes. I hear her breath catch as she leans back in the chair behind her desk. My hands go flat on her desk to keep from reaching for her.

I respond in English, there can be no chance of misunderstanding. “She is very pretty.” Alexa’s face tightens then her eyes fall from mine. “I did get what I wanted, I always get what I want. I got the best person for the job. That she happens to be a very pretty woman as well means nothing to me. She is now an employee, and I do not fuck employees. Ever.” Alexa inhales as sapphire blue eyes catch and hold mine and my cock screams for her. “That is all I do. I fuck, Ms. Clark. No emotions, just pleasure. Long hours, of complete and utter pleasure, is all I want from a woman. Only it is not enough for many women, they get greedy for more than hours, they want days, weeks, months and several even want forever. All I want are the hours.”

Her eyes are glittering sapphires, I want to see her naked in sapphires, a rope of them at her neck, in her ears, between her breasts. A long shuddering breath comes out of her, and I watch in painful fascination as her breasts sway. The ringing phone snaps me out of the thick haze of desire. It reminds me where I am, and who I’m talking to, at work to my employee, my married employee. Damn her for making me forget.

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

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The King’s Vice by Felicity Brandon

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

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The Accused Wife by Jaye Peaches

When it came to lowering her drawers, she faltered.
“Caroline,” he rebuked softly from the other side of the room. “You can trust me to carried out your punishment without ruining all else that our courtship entails.”

Petticoat Tyrant by Vanessa Brooks

He clasped her chin, lifting her face to meet his eye, studying her intently.
“Do you need a spanking, Cassie?” He asked, waiting patiently for her reply, intrigued to hear her answer. She chewed her bottom lip as the silence stretched between them.
“I-I think that might be best,” she finally whispered, her face flushed with embarrassment.

A Scandalous Career by Ashe Barker

She would never forget this, never erase the memory of the utter humiliation she was about to experience in being naked before him and being forced to bend over his knee.
“I see you comprehend the futility of continuing to protest. Shall we continue, Cecily? The sooner you are naked, the sooner we may conclude this matter.”

His Impertinent Wife by Gracie Malling

He was so close to her now that he could feel the heat from her body and could make out every little tremble of her skin. “What happens to naughty wives who lie and curse, Leatitia?”

His Reluctant Bride by Katie Douglas

“You have had far too many warnings today, lass. Now’s the time for corrective measures.”

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Six of the Best is live!

New Release!

This week my #SatSpanks post celebrates the release of Six of the Best! You can grab the anthology now for ONLY 99c! (The price will rise after March 31st).

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

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

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

“Spank me, your Majesty?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Welcome to Brandy Golden!

Today, I’m thrilled to host the awesome, Brandy Golden! Brandy has stopped by to chat about her writing, and her latest hot new release…

Hi Brandy, what’s your favourite or most current book published, and why are you showcasing this book?

Most current book being published is Revenge of the Pirate Twins and it’s coming out April 6th. I’m not sure I could name a favourite book. I love the characters in all my books and each book has its own style. I love to imagine fun scenarios and then write about them. Most of my books focus around simple discipline and spanking for fun. Or couples new to the spanking lifestyle and domestic discipline. I like that ah factor, that sigh that comes after reading a fun romp that makes you laugh, cry, and then sigh and wish it was longer. I hope I achieve that in all my stories.

Tell us something interesting about your writing career?

Something interesting. Well, I guess you say I didn’t start with the intention of being a writer. When I found out there were other people out there that enjoyed playing with spanking, I joined a few groups and saw people posting their stories. So I wrote my first ever novella entitled Red Hawaii. I was approached by blushing books to write for them and so it began. I found I loved it and the ideas were endless. In spite of a few ups and downs, it’s been a lot of fun.

How often and how much do you write?

Not near as much as I’d like to. But I guess I average a couple of books a year, sometimes more, sometimes less. I like to take my time and make each story as unique as I can.

Tell us about yourself?

I am a sweet romance writer with a bit of the hot and spicy. I love to create wonderful fantasies with strong alpha males who love to take their women in hand and love them like they’ve never been loved before! I write stories to lose yourself in and I hope you will love mine and come back for more. I work a full time job, live in the midwest with my family and love pictures and scrapbooking. I have five children, two of whom are married and between them I have six grandchildren. I live in the country and I love cowboy stories and I’ve written a few of those too. And of course, I’m an avid reader, especially stories with a lovely brat who gets her bottom warmed when it’s deserved.

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Here’s a sexy snippet from Brandy’s new book, coming April 6th…

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Frankie faced off with Jacques, her eye’s turning deep blue. She was totally unprepared for the jolt that raced through her body, a sizzling flash of awareness of him as a man. Was it was a raw physical attraction? Instant lust? Her breath came in a ragged gasp, and she fought the sensation of melting in that hot dark gaze. “Arm yourself,” she commanded belligerently.
Jacques stood at rest, his fingers curled around his sword. “To what purpose, ma petite? If you kill me, you won’t have the answers you seek. If I kill you, then I won’t have the pleasure of your sweet lips. They do so intrigue me.” He gave her a mocking grin and bowed slightly.
“It’s a pleasure you will never have,” bit out Frankie, further confused at her traitorous body’s reaction to this…pirate! How could she suddenly yearn to feel his sculpted body against hers, those lean fingers that curve the top of his sword, curve around her breast? His low sensual voice danced across her flesh and seeped into her pores, leaving her aching in places that had never throbbed before.
“Come to my ship tonight, ma petite. Have supper with me…and we will talk.”
“What makes you think I’d go to your ship alone?” replied Frankie scornfully.
“Oh, but you will, ma petite. Because I think you’ll want to hear what I have to say.”
“That remains to be seen,” she replied harshly, reluctantly sheathing her sword. There was nothing more to be gained with frontal confrontation, not with Macalister so bent on frustrating her and LaSalle refusing to arm himself.
“Be sure to wear a dress. I don’t like women in trousers,” he ordered softly.
“I don’t care what you like, I’ll dress as I please.” Frankie turned her back on him and walked away, her tempestuous emotions simmering below the surface.
Jacques gazed after her, tamping down the urge to stop her and teach her some respect. The cape billowed out behind her in the wind, and he could see her bottom outlined in the men’s trousers, briskly swaying from side to side. How he would love to strip those trousers off her and apply his hand to those saucy cheeks before…. Shaking his head, he pushed the errant thoughts aside.

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A NSFW snippet from the Viking’s sequel… #WIPItUp #BDSM #spanking

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Are you ready for hump day? Anders certainly is, as this exclusive snippet from my Viking sequel reveals…

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I groan, my eyes closing as I squirm like an animal against him, my every essence filled with the feeling of his fingers around me and inside me. It’s as though I am possessed by the strength of his passion, the intensity to which he wants to see me splinter, and then plunder me once again. I am his, and only his. I always have been. Anders was the first man I ever knew, and he mastered me in many ways even before the time his Viking cock first speared me. I am nothing but a vessel for our mutual pleasure, and with each stroke and flick oh his hands, I edge nearer to my own.

“Good girl,” he purrs at me, and something about his tone makes my eyes flutter open. He is right there, next to me, eyeing my face as I hasten towards my climax.

I offer him a smile, or as much of one as I can in my current predicament. I like being his good girl, and even now I am his wife, the power of those words is not lost on me.

The fingers at my rear press deeper suddenly, mastering me and catching me off-guard. The sensation of being filled and stretched in both holes is consuming, and I pant against his shoulder at the exquisite depravity of the experience.

“Who owns this sweet pussy, my little captive?” His voice is taunting, and his expression dark as he waits for me to answer. He knows that I will gladly acknowledge my submission to him; my husband, my Prince and my master.

“You do, My Lofðungr,” I moan back at him, my hips rolling backwards, and then pressing forward, caught in the ecstatic web that both of his hands are providing.

“Hmmm,” he replies, “Yes. And who owns this sweet, sweet ass?”

“It’s you.” I can barely get the words out now, my back arching further as my mouth gasps for air. “You, Anders – you own it.”

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Grab my Vikings in paperback!

The Viking’s Conquest.

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

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

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

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


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My Viking Master – #SatSpanks #Spanking #Vikings

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Six of the Best Treasure Chest and Blog Hop!

Blog hop and giveaway!

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

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

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

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

“Spank me, your Majesty?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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Two Truths and a Lie (Lawbreakers Box set)

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

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

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

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

Read on for a sexy little excerpt from the story…

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mm-hmm. That feels good.”

I glanced up, met his gaze, and smiled.

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

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

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

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

***

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Italians do it better by Holly J. Gill

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When you

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

does the heart handle the pain?

 

I’m charming,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but couldn’t.

 

How will I

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

 

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“Morning darling.” I startled as Peggy

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

forehead.

“Morning.”

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

the coffee machine and started fiddling with the pods.

“She left first thing.”

“I trust she enjoyed her visit?” She

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

up working most of the night.”

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

the stool at the breakfast bar.

“Good, she certainly appeared to like

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

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

like?”

I grinned in her direction purposefully

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

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

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

stamped all over it.

“I’ve got a function in London today,

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

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

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

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

something…”

“Are you sure he’s okay?”

“I’m sure it’s just a headache that’s

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

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

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

love the company.”

I followed her out of the kitchen to the

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

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

My skin tingled as I heard the shuffling

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

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

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

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

the steps to the front door.

“I am trusting you both to behave. I

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

“Including that friend of yours!”

I laughed. She kissed me on the cheek and

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

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

apple bobbing as he swallowed.

“Of course.” He murmured as she went up

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

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

“You’d do well to remember what I told

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

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

prey.

I tried not to watch, the sounds were

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

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

car.

I watched Luca as he stood watching her

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

“Fancy a dunk in the pool?”

“I can’t. I’m not—”

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

and wrapped my hand over his wrist.

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

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

“Talk to me, please?” I touched his

shoulder as he started shuffling back down the hall.

“Not now!” He shook my hand off and

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

I closed the door and slammed my back

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

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

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

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

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

I headed to my room. I was determined to

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

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

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

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

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

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

libidinous core to my tingling skin.

I wrapped the thin black lace cover up

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

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

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

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

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

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

at him.

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

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

the water. He was a vision. A god.

I approached the water’s edge. “I thought

you had a headache.”

He dove under the surface, his limbs

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

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

his stubble glisten, emphasising his chiselled jaw.

“Not anymore.” His eyes met mine and a

beautiful smile lit his face.

I stood there for a moment taking stock,

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

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

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

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

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

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

brow.

“Lascia que ti scaldi, bellissima.”

I had no idea what he’d said but either

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

mia.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I need to taste you.” He kissed the

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

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

His hands brushed up the outside of my

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

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

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

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

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

He smiled up at me before kissing my

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

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

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

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

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

and arsehole, as his tongue circled my clit.

I grabbed my breasts pushing them

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

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

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

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

“Luca,” I cried out wanting his attention

back on my pussy.

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

nails up the back of my thighs.

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

He chuckled before blowing on my exposed

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

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

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

close…teetering on the precipice.

The ache inside me grew with every

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

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

at my sex, his groans growing with mine.

He withdrew his fingers from my mouth,

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

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

thrust deep inside me.

Fuck!

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

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

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

****

Luca pushed out of the water, sitting on

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

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

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

pool.

He pulled me to him again wrapping his

arms around me, “You’re cold.”

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

He smiled down at me. “Non ti lascerò

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

“That

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

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

“Melancholy?”

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

him. “What happened yesterday?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s safe to say that I really like

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

The very bed where Peggy had him.

“Luca.” I hiccupped as my stomach

dropped, my head shaking.

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

hands and kissed the tip of my nose.

I wrapped my hands around his wrists,

“I…I can’t.”

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

When

I leave.

 

 

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

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

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

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

“Spank me, your Majesty?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The King’s Vice by Felicity Brandon.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Unorthodox Chemistry by Lilah E. Noir

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Title: Unorthodox Chemistry

Series: The Unorthodox Trilogy, Book #2

Author: Lilah E. Noir

Release Date: February 18th, 2018

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

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THOMAS

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

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LINA

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

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ALLIE

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

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ALLIE

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

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

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THOMAS

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

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LINA

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

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

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Assume the position – Six of the Best #WIPItUp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Stitch by Nia Farrell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stopped…as in dead.

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

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

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

“You pointed a gun at me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Matteo—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Assume the position and prepare for Six of the Best!

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

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

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

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

“Spank me, your Majesty?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Conquered by the Viking by Ashe Barker

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Who likes Viking romance? I know from my own Nordic hero in The Viking’s Conquest, just how hot these men from the north can be! Today, I’m pleased to host the wonderful, Ashe Barker, and her sexy new Vikings…

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

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

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

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

This Viking missed nothing.

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

“I am sorry, I did not mean–”

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

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

“That you are enjoying this?”

“Yes.”

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

“Thank you,” she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

“Does this feel good, little Celt?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Rough Diamonds by Ashe Barker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes,” she murmured. “Oh yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, allow me. Please.”

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Quit stalling – #SatSpanks #BDSM #alphamale

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

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Violated: A dark sci-fi romance by Aria Adams

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get up. Kneel.”

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

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

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

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Viking passion… #WIPitUp #BDSM #spanking

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chosen by the High Judge by Jaye Peaches

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Little human!

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

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

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An Unexpected Nanny by Constance Masters

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Vi:

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

 Curtis:

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

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“Arms up.” he said.

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

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

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

“Then I will do it for you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ow, I was just trying—”

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

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

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

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Goldie’s Reckoning… #SatSpanks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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The passion and the punishment… #WIPitup

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A Naughty New Year

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

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

“You ever hear me make an idle threat?”

“No, Sir.”

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

“Bed?”

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

“Are you angry?” she asked softly.

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

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

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

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

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Carly’s Crush by Maddie Taylor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to be, Trent. So very much.”

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Goldie giveaway – the winner!

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

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The Viking’s attention… #SatSpanks

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

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

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

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Do as you’ve been told… #WIPitup

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

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

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Are you ready for ALL 3 shifters?

Goldie giveaway!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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Taming His Virgin Wife

Will patience and discipline be enough to save their marriage?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Check out this tantalising teaser from the book…

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

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

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

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

“Let me go,” she hissed.

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

“Let me go,” she repeated.

“You will obey me in my own home.”

Obey? She hadn’t agreed to obey anyone.

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

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

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

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

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

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Yummy! 😉 Grab your copy at Amazon!

Find Olivia at the following places:

Website: www.authoroliviastarke.com

Amazon Author Page: www.amazon.com/Olivia-Starke/e/B00MC64VBY

Facebook Fan Page: www.facebook.com/AuthorOliviaStarke

Twitter: http://twitter.com/OliviaStarke 


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