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Imperfect Monster by Jennifer Bene

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

Cold, ruthless, vicious.

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

Brave, stupid, beautiful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More importantly, could I stop myself?

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The Viking lash – #SatSpanks

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

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

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Cowgirl Thrill Rider

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s not fair!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Meet the intruder… #WIPItUp

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y- you… You can’t!” I stammer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kai by Valerie Ullmer

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

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Remote and Deadly.

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing?” he growled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Making the Rules by Ashe Barker

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

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

Making the Rules.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I was perfectly safe.”

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

“Okay. I promise.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Spy by Maggie Carpenter

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HEARTBREAK AND HEALING. SIZZLING SUSPENSE. SMOKE AND MIRRORS…!

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

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

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

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

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

Youve made me all gooey.

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

How amazing it is when we have sex.

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

If its not sex what is it?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, Oliver, yes.

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

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

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

Please, Sir, spank me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A regal snippet… #WIPItUp

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

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

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

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

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

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

Every. Single. Word.

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Master Me, Please by BJ Wane

This week, I am pleased to host, BJ Wane’s latest hot BDSM romance, Master Me, Please.

In the book, Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left her also.  By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help.  One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle.  She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.

Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews.  He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a menage for her birthday.  Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead.  A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip only to return and discover nothing had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else. 

Unable to resist stepping in when she gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needed.  When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?

DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.

Brace yourself for a red-hot (18+) snippet from the book…

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A light mist began to fall that neither of them heeded as Dax belabored her butt with a volley of hard swats, the blossoming, throbbing welcome pain stripping Krista of all defenses.  She didn’t want the need that flared to life with the fire in his vivid gaze, and turning her back on it, and him hadn’t gotten her far.  All it had taken was the light pressure of his hand on her throat and his deep voice giving her a choice that was really no choice at all.  She was beginning to think she hadn’t had a choice where Master Dax was concerned since the night Kurt invited him into their home.  The connection had always been there, those erotic hours just cemented it.  That night hadn’t threatened her marriage or altered her feelings for her husband, but had ignited an ember that flared into a flame the night he rescued her at The Dungeon and put his hands on her again.

Her buttocks swelled under his pelting hand, the cool, light rain keeping the heat level down, but not her response.  She leaned into the hand wrapped around her throat, loved the tight constraint that proved his mastery over her and reminded her how much she’d missed wearing a collar.

“You drove me to this,” he growled in her ear, pressing his erection against her throbbing cheeks.  “I can’t turn back, can’t resist you again, even though I know I should.”

He palmed one sore buttock and nipped her earlobe as she asked, “Why?” not understanding.

“Because this can’t end well for either of us.  Just remember I warned you of that, because there’s no going back now,” he rasped.

The deep thrust of three fingers drove Krista to her toes and tore a gasp from her tight throat.  And then his cock was there, pushing past her swollen pussy lips, her copious juices easing his way.  A booming thunder clap rent the still night as he filled her with one, fully penetrating surge.  She pushed against the damp glass to aid her balance, watching his intent face in the clear pane as he drove into her over and over.

So long, it’s been so long, was all she could think as she embraced his rough possession and basked in the pleasure on his face reflected in the glass.  That look alone would’ve been enough for her, but added to the driving, steady force of his thick, rigid length, back and forth over her clit and up and down her sheath, she found herself on the cusp of climax within moments.  She’d be sore tomorrow, his size alone ensured that.  When added to the rough urgency behind his fucking, she’d be lucky if she could walk.  And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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A time for something new… #SatSpanks

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It’s the first weekend of the new year, and with it, the first #SaturdaySpanks! If you’ve not heard, my next release is coming soon, and this one’s as hot and sexy as hell. 😉

I’ve been sharing snippets from the novel for a while, but haven’t given too much away, until now… For the time being I’ll just ask this – did any of you used to read fairy tales when you were little? A story about a young blonde who stumbles across a cottage in the woods when she’s hungry and tired?

What happens if that fairy tale is real?

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

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He moves towards me, tugging at the cover. I let go of it without a fight, revealing my breasts to his hungry eyes. “You know,” he murmurs, pressing himself into me. “I’m still supposed to spank you for your performance last night…”

A shiver of excitement runs through me at the sound of his suggestion. “Oh yeah?” I ask, glancing up at him. “Will that be your first time too?”

Heath’s smile broadens. “Sure will,” he replies, “But I reckon I’m up to it.”

I blink at him, listening to his words. “I reckon you are too,” I agree. “So, where do you want me?”

He gestures towards the table. “How about right here? The kitchen is pretty much the warmest place in the cottage.”

I glance back to where I was just laying, considering his proposal. “You want me over the table?” I enquire, surprised at the suggestion. Heath is so much greener than the others. I’d assumed he would just follow his brother’s lead, and take me over his knee.

“Sure,” he answers. “Why not?”

I suck on my lower lip. There is no good reason why not, so I move towards it wordlessly, lowering my upper body down over the hard surface, and arching my back so that my ass sticks out behind me. “Like this?” I ask, knowing full well what effect my pose will have on the man.

Heath draws in a whistle at the view. “Looks good to me,” he answers, moving to my left hip, and taking his position.

I feel the weight of his fingers at my thighs. They trail an invisible line up the inside of my flesh, making me pant before they reach my wet seam.

“Dammit, Goldie…” His voice is already a growl. “I want to be inside of you so badly.”

I turn my head left, pressing my right cheek against the coolness of the table. He smiles at me, those brown eyes swallowing me up.

“F**k me after I’m spanked?” I suggest, wiggling my reddened ass next to him.

He blinks at me, but his right hand must already be in the air, because seconds afterwards his palm lands against my backside.

I flinch, swallowing in air at the impact. The strike awakens the soreness from the  spanking Logan had given me earlier, and the hurt is intense.

“Why are you being spanked, Goldie?” His tone is harder as he spanks me again, and the resonance is deeply arousing. Heath has always been alluring, but without his older brothers to dominate him, it seems he is finally able to take on the leader’s role himself.

“I put myself in danger,” I murmur into the wood, pushing back against his hand as it lands against me again.

“When we found you gone, the thoughts which went through my head…” his voice trails away. “Honestly, Goldie. You may not care about yourself, but my brothers and I care about you. Have you got that?”

The crack of his palm reverberates around me, and I stretch my mouth wide at the hurt. “I’ve got it,” I whisper, although my words are lost in the sound of the next impact. For someone who claims to have never done this before, he has a good, hard swat, but once more the inadvertent consequence is the fervent desire pooling between my legs.

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In the thick of it – #WIPItUp

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Yay, it’s the first #WIPItUp blog hop of 2018! My new book is hopefully only a few weeks away, so today I am bringing you a sexy snippet from one of its hot spanking scenes. You join it in the thick of things…

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Landing another strike on her rosy flesh, I begin to alternate cheeks, snapping my wrist against each in turn, and watching as her body responds to both the pain and the pleasure. After another five spanks, I land a particularly hard strike against her right cheek, and the sting draws her hands, which had been resting by the sides of her head, to her backside.

I capture her wrists again, holding them away from her body with my right hand as she struggles beneath. “Did I tell you that you could move your arms or interfere with your spanking?” My voice is stern, and she eyes me with an anxious expression.

“No, Logan, sir,” she admits quickly. “I’m sorry.”

For the first time I suspect that she might actually be contrite, and the thought makes my cock even harder. “Do I have to bind you?” I ask her.

She shakes her head at me wildly. “Please no!”

“I could you know ,” I go on. “I could bind you and keep you here in my cottage for my pleasure, and for the pleasure of my brothers? ”

Her body stills, the tension seeping back into it. “You wouldn’t?” She says in that way which always sounds merely like a challenge.

“You know I would,” I answer, twisting my body to look upon her directly. “It is little more than you deserve after coming in here uninvited, taking what you want and expecting to walk away scot-free?”

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In Need of Correction by Gracie Malling

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Let’s begin the new year proper with the hot new Regency, In Need of Correction, from Gracie Malling!

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When her newly married sister returns home for a visit and brings along her husband and his brother, Andrew Hunter, twenty-year- old Lettie Waterford soon becomes enthralled by the serious, darkly handsome gentleman. But despite her best efforts to impress Andrew, it isn’t long before Lettie’s sharp tongue earns her a stern scolding, and when her unladylike behaviour continues she quickly ends up over his knee with her bottom bared for a well-deserved spanking.

Though the strict chastisement leaves her sore and sobbing, as Andrew comforts her gently after the punishment Lettie finds herself imagining what it would be like to have a man like him for a husband. When she is invited to visit her sister’s new home, Lettie is thrilled at the opportunity to spend more time with Andrew, but as the days pass she cannot help wondering why he has not begun to court her. Will he ever see her as more than a naughty girl in need of correction?

Publisher’s Note: In Need of Correction includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Lettie had barely registered the sting of the first spank when the second followed… and then the third.

“You must stop!”

The humiliation! The pure mortification, as Annabel would say! For someone of Lettie’s cold detachment and unassailable archness to be imposed upon in as shameful and undignified a way as this was simply unbearable.

“I will do no such thing,” he contradicted, continuing to spank her through the unconscionably thin material of her drawers. “You, Miss Waterford, have had this spanking coming for a very long time.”

Lettie was beside herself. She cried out, kicked her feet, and tried with all her might to wriggle away. Mr. Hunter’s only response was to pause and, without ceremony, pull her drawers apart.

For a moment, Lettie was so shocked that she could scarce draw breath. Oh, Lord, he had bared her! How would she ever be able to look him in the face again, after this? Never had she felt so vulnerable, so exposed, so utterly undone.

In vain did she try to reach back and cover herself with her hand, to wrench back some of her tattered modesty, but it was no use; Mr. Hunter merely caught her wrist and pressed it down into the small of her back.

“You are no gentleman!” she wailed.

His hand connected hard with her bare bottom, and the sound it made was shockingly loud in comparison to what had gone before.

“No!”

“Yes, Lettie,” he said firmly, his sturdy palm smacking down onto her exposed bottom with ever-increasing speed and severity. “And I assure you that I am a gentleman. I intend no dishonour or outrage upon your person. However, I am well aware that a spanking over skirts and petticoats will have far less of an effect than one on the bare bottom and I fully intend for you to learn your lesson today.”

Lettie gasped and whimpered as each smack of his hand increased the burning and throbbing in her poor naked bottom. It was not fair! How did he dare to take such a liberty?

“You… have… no right…” she forced out through gritted teeth, her face wet with tears of pain and humiliation.

Mr. Hunter delivered an extra hard smack to the underside of Lettie’s cheeks that made her cry out. “I have assumed the right, as a member of your extended family and in the absence of anyone more qualified to take you in hand. If you do not wish to repeat this experience, Laetitia, then I suggest you behave better in future.”

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His voice is low and steely, making me uneasy. “I thought I had only recently delivered a lesson in respect, and yet now I find it may need teaching again.”

The knot of excited anxiety in me twists, knowing full well what he means, and yet refusing to acknowledge it. “There is nothing further to learn, My Lord,” I say hopefully. “I meant no offence by it!”

“And yet offence was taken?” he replies, staring at me severely.

“For that I am sorry,” I reply, in a little more than a whimper.

He nods, a small smile forming on those lips. “I suspect you will be,” he answers. “Once you have been taken over my knee again.”

My heart is raging inside of me, and threatens to push up into my throat. “My Lord!” I gasp, “you cannot mean to do so here, in the carriage? What if we are seen? What if the driver, or the footman hears us?”

The smile on his face grows. “Then I daresay that you, My Lady, will be rather embarrassed?”

My breath is coming in short bursts now, and I am close to panting again. “But, Thomas – what will people think?” I look to the carriage door anxiously, as though escape is even an option available to me.

“Most likely my dear, they will think you are a naughty young woman in need of correction from her guardian, and they would be right, wouldn’t they?”

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Here’s to 2018!

Happy New Year!

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To my fierce friends and readers, 2017 is done and dusted. Let me be amongst the first to wish you a spectacular New Year, and an epic 2018! This year promises to be my busiest and most successful one to date.

Thanks for being part of my erotic romance journey – your support is truly appreciated!

To say thanks, I’m enclosing a sneaky spanking snippet from my next release…  This one should be a available in a matter of weeks. I hope you enjoy! 😉

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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 offences, you showed no remorse whatsoever!” I spank her an eighth time, filled with fervour 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,” 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 behaviour, 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.”

“Damn right,” agrees Ethan, coming to sit on the bed next to me, and the head of the sprawling Goldie. “You deserve a lot more than this.”

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Viking’s folly #SatSpanks

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It’s the final #SaturdaySpanks of 2017, and I’m concluding with a sensual punishment scene from the follow-up to The Viking’s Conquest.

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His hand lands upon the curve of my sitting spot, but there is no force in the deed. Instead, it explores me lightly, trailing over my orbs and running a line to my lower back. “Then it is my responsibility to tame you, to control you,” he says. “And you know, I think, just how seriously I take my responsibilities?”
I nod from over his lap, biting my lip to suppress the glee in my voice. “Aye, My Lofðungr,” I reply.
“Hmmm,” he says, the large palm at my ass stilling. “Did you truly refuse the King’s guard last night?”
I tense at the question, but nod into the bedding. “Yes,” I whisper. “It is true.”
“It was folly,” he tells me. “And I am going to punish you now for your own foolhardiness. I mean to ensure that you never help to endanger your life again, Aurelie, because you, my love, are just too damn precious to me.” His voice cracks at the final statement, and I want to offer him comfort, but his hand has already shifted, and the full weight of it comes crashing down upon my bare behind.

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The Smuggler’s Bride by Vanessa Brooks

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Back by popular demand Vanessa Brooks bring us book four of her popular risqué Georgian romances.

Once again we meet old friends and new! The naughty ladies of the spanked wives society manage to get themselves embroiled in yet another tangled mess.

Primrose Latimer has a fiancé to be proud of, a gentleman destined to become Lord Trewithe of Pencullen House in Cornwall but a case of mistaken identity scuppers her chances of ever becoming his Lady wife. Her hopes and aspirations dashed, she is determined that the man who has ruined her, a Cornish smuggler, shall pay dearly for her losses.

However, fate and Jago Poldrunne have other plans for Primrose, as swirling sea mists and smugglers abound!

If fast paced, romantic, humorous romps, featuring strong, handsome commanding gentlemen are not your thing – then please do not buy this seductive, 18th century romance! But, if they are… then check out this steamy little excerpt!

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They were ensconced together within his cabin. He in his captain’s chair with her tossed cosily across his lap, doing her utmost to avoid his correcting palm with absolutely no success. Strangely Jago could not remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself quite so much. She was a comely baggage, albeit one with a sharp tongue. Although she deigned to show no fear, he had to admire her courage in what must be a singularly frightening situation for her. He continued to raise his arm, bringing it down with strong emphasis, until she slumped dejectedly across his knee. Only then did he lower his hand to rest upon her rounded posterior. Gently he massaged her heated globes, she moaned, unconsciously shifting her hips upward to meet his soothing palm.

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A little Viking love… #WIPItUp

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I hope you’ve all had an amazing Christmas? We’re in that limbo between the big day, and new year, so to break the monotony of indulgence, here’s a snippet from my forthcoming sequel to The Viking’s Conquest.

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I scurry back towards him, pressing myself into his huge frame. “Please, Anders,” I whisper. “Promise me something.”

He reaches for me, cradling my head as he answers me. “What is it, my sweeting?”

“Don’t leave me again, My Lofðungr,” I implore him, wretched at how weak I sound, but meaning every word. “Please – I need you.”

I do need him. I need him to rule over me. It is what he has always desired, and I feel no shame in asking for it.

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All Work and No Play (a tale from the ‘Mischief under the Mistletoe’ anthology)

The Never Ending Blog Tour.

It’s still Christmas, and that’s why I’m especially thrilled to being you Gracie Malling’s festive little tale of discipline, from the ‘Mischief under the Mistletoe’ anthology!

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It’s hard to focus at work when your boss also happens to be your Dom, and Mia is finding it increasingly difficult to balance her work life with her kink life. Christmas, however, is an excellent distraction, and Mia is determined that their first ever office Christmas party will be one to remember. And it will… just for all the wrong reasons!

Sounds like a story of cheeky spanking fun, right? Check out the excerpt below…

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“Not so fast, little girl!”

I freeze, five stairs up, and then look back over my shoulder to see Will standing in the hallway glaring up at me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, trying my best to look innocent.

“Back down here. Now.” He takes off his thick winter coat and hangs it up behind the door, never breaking eye contact.

My belly clenches up in that gorgeous way that is both scary and hot as hell, and I tighten my grip on the bannister rail. “Why?”

“Mia Elizabeth Clarke, you are already in enough trouble as it is.” He raises his voice ever so slightly. “Here. Now.”

“But… but I already had corner time.”

Will grabs hold of the bannister rail and starts up the stairs after me.

I squeak and take the rest of the stairs at a run before sprinting along the landing, throwing open our bedroom door and flinging myself inside. This is a ridiculous plan, however, and I realise this moments later when Will strolls in, calm as you like, shuts the door firmly behind him and then stands there, arms crossed, expression hard and mouth set in a disapproving line.

I retreat until the backs of my thighs hit the bed, and then I sit down on the edge of it with a defeated whimper. “I’m sorry…”

He raises an eyebrow and takes a deliberate step towards me. “Sorry for what, young lady? For being a brat at work, for running off just now or for both?”

I hug my arms, press my cheek into my shoulder and mumble something incoherent.

“What was that?” His voice has that sharp edge to it that tells me I am in big trouble, but for some reason lovely submissive Mia seems to have disappeared since our little post-meeting chat and my brat persona has well and truly taken over.

“I said I don’t know,” I grumble, staring down at the carpet and still hugging my arms with my face averted.

“Stand up.”

I shake my head, squidging my cheek deeper into my shoulder, and stay put.

“Right.” In my peripheral vision, I see Will take two quick steps forwards and then he grabs hold of my hair and yanks me to my feet.

Before I have the chance to do anything more than shriek and wriggle, he sits down hard on the edge of the bed and drags me over his lap.

“You want to act like a brat, Mia?” he demands, his voice harsh, as he pulls up my sensible work skirt and hooks his fingers around the waistband of my knickers. “Well then, I’m going to treat you like a brat.”

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Kindle Countdown with Scarlett Flame

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Good morning, it’s the day before Christmas, and I am thrilled to host the awesome, Scarlett Flame and her kindle countdown!
 
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When Vivienne sits inconsolable in the hospital chapel, the last encounter she expects is a fervent entanglement with an otherworldly being, as passions increase she learns for the first time in her life the true meaning of out of this world. In the second, Sarah meets a new lover after telling him all her intimate fantasies in an internet chat room. And, the final story concerns the journey a young woman takes, as a Dominant offers to show her the ropes, in exchange for her submission via BDSM. Individually these stories are hot, but together they are sizzling
 
 
 

 

 

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We had met on the
internet. You know, in a chat room, and arranged to meet up.
 
The plane had just
landed and I was extremely nervous, but excited. The things we had
discussed online had made my heart race, so many fantasies that we
had both had. Now that we were meeting up, maybe, hopefully, some of
those fantasies would be fulfilled.
 
I stood waiting at
the luggage carousel until I spotted my suitcase. The red satin
ribbon I’d tied on the handle now seemed like a little flag.
 
I’d dressed in a
slim fitting black pencil skirt, scarlet top and scarlet suede high
heel shoes. My underwear was especially chosen with him in mind. A
black lacy bra, a new black lacy thong, finished off with stockings
and suspenders. A short black leather jacket over the top created the
look.
 
Even when I’d
retrieved my case, I loitered a few minutes longer by the carousel,
wondering what would happen when we met. Would I even recognise him?
We had seen pictures of each other, and he’d heard my voice. I knew
he was over six foot tall, and he knew I was a little over five foot
five inches, so he would be taller than me.
My hands were
sweating a little now, and my legs were shaking too. Would I be
able to go through with this? Would he? I nipped to the toilets, my
nervousness making me need a pee. I brushed my hair and reapplied my
make up, staring at my reflection.
 
I left the toilets,
making my way slowly through the double doors in to the airport
foyer, with my eyes firmly trained on my feet, worrying that I might
trip, or fall, or do something stupid. Suddenly, I felt his gaze, and
I just knew it was him. When I raised my head, and our eyes met, I
spotted him straight away. There he was. Tall, dark, and handsome,
and headed my way. It might have been cliché, but it was true, and
he was mine, for the entire weekend.
 
My throat hurt now,
and my heart stuttered in my chest. I stood stock still. As if my
feet were suddenly encased in concrete, I couldn’t move. He didn’t
falter, but instead gathered me up in his arms, then he was kissing
me. A long, lingering kiss. The sort of kiss you never want to end. I
dropped my bag and let go of my suitcase, oblivious to any one who
may have been watching.
 
When he began to
speak I detected the amazing Irish lilt I knew he would have and I
just melted, well it felt that way to me. He picked up my suitcase
and took my hand saying “I’m so glad you are here. My
friend is going to drop us off at the hotel we are staying at. Come
on, I can’t wait for us to be alone.”
 
We left the airport
hand in hand and walked to the short stay car park. I could see a
little white fiesta with a blonde haired guy in the driver’s seat.
Paul waved, and the guy got out and opened the boot. Paul put my
suitcase in, next to a large holdall, and we both climbed in to the
back of the car.
 
We sat there, not
speaking, just holding hands, staring out of the window. The town was
lovely and quaint, with the houses painted all different colours, but
my eyes kept drifting back to Paul. He began to speak
immediately, “We’re almost there now. This is Michael, by
the way. We’re meeting up with him and a few other friends later on
tonight.” Michael glanced over his shoulder at me and added “Hi,
nice to meet you” Paul inched a little closer, our thighs
touching now. I could feel the heat of his body through his jeans.
 
Michael pulled the
car up to the front of a fairly nondescript hotel, called The
Mermaid. Paul and I got out, he retrieved the suitcase and holdall,
and we said our goodbyes to Michael.
 
As we walked in to
the hotel, I began to think about the first fantasy we had discussed
and could feel my face begin to flush. We approached the front desk
and signed in, picking up our keys in the process. The Concierge
enquired whether we needed some one to show us to our room. Paul
replied, “No, thanks, we can manage,” and we headed toward
the lifts, opposite the desk. When he turned to me, his smile
was more of a grin. “You ready to take the lift, Sarah?”

 
I gulped, and
nodded. My mouth was too dry to speak now, as if it was full of sand.
We got into the lift, and the doors closed with a whoosh.
 
Immediately Paul had
me pinned against the side wall of the lift, indicating over his
shoulder to the camera blinking in the corner. “You remember
what we discussed?” Before I could respond he leaned in to me,
kissing me deeply, ferociously. His hands wandered down toward the
hem of my skirt and continued their journey up the inside of my
thigh.
 
 
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Bound for Passion is an assortment of erotic short stories by author Scarlett Flame.  This book contains four blazing hot stories that I recommend you read late at night or when the kids are at school!  The first two, The Visit and The Return Visit, are connected with the same great characters.  I just can’t get enough of them and would love to read their full story!  The third and fourth stories, The Stranger and The Awakening of a New Submissive, are not related to each other, but they both have paranormal aspects to them.
Bound for Passion is a deliciously naughty book and I need to warn you. It is essential to have a spare pair of panties nearby! I think I need a cigarette! Phew!
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Desirable and delicious – #SatSpanks #BDSM #Spanking

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It’s the final Saturday before Christmas! If you’re reading this then I hope you’re all ready for the big day, and set to enjoy the holidays with friends and loved ones. Why not take five minutes now to enjoy some delightful spankings? 😉

This snippet is from one of my on-going WIP’s, which I hope to publish in 2018.

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The pace of his palm ceases at the sound of my voice, his grip on my body lessening just a fraction.

“Madelaine?” He makes my name sound so good, like something desirable and delicious.

“Please, sir,” I murmur, barely aware that I am begging – something I would have thought was even possible. “Please stop now.”

My voice is etched with the emotion which bubbles in me, my tears falling freely now.

“Madelaine.” There it is again, his delectable version of my name. “Let me explain. You do not get to decide when your punishment is over. That is for your master to decide, in this case – me.”

I draw in a shaky sob. I think I am nodding. Why am I nodding and acquiescing to this treatment? Did I not just ask him to stop? “But, sir…”

He answers me with another fierce swat, the strike reigniting my burning behind.

“Silence,” he orders. “You will remain quiet when you’re spanked, or I will gag you, Madelaine. Which would you prefer?”

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Sold to the Gladiators by Jaye Peaches

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It’s only three days until Christmas, and I am thrilled to be joined by Jaye Peaches, and her hot new historical, Sold to the Gladiators. If you like your erotic romance to sizzle, then you’re going to need to check this out this new release…

Bethan has served multiple masters since she was captured by a rival clan and sold to the Romans, but nothing could have prepared her for Felix and Rufus. After purchasing Bethan, the two handsome, battle-hardened former gladiators quickly make it clear that she will be shared between them, taken hard and often by them both, and punished sternly for any disobedience.

Having been told by a seer that he must claim a woman from among his own people in order to appease the goddess of fertility, Felix is delighted to stumble upon a girl as beautiful as Bethan, and he is determined to use her as thoroughly as needed to bring blessing on his new estate. Rufus, on the other hand, was never much of a believer in fate, but the moment he sets eyes on Bethan he wants her in his arms… and in his bed. Will she surrender willingly to her new owners’ dominance or spend her days with a bright-red, well-spanked bottom?

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“I need to bathe,” she said when they’d finished.
“Then do so,” said Felix kindly.
“But…” She had no privacy.
Felix cocked his head at his companion. “You are mine now, little slave. There is nothing of you that I shouldn’t see. Strip and bathe. A thorough washing. I don’t care for grubby slaves.”
She glared in disgust. “I’m not dirty.”
Rufus grinned. “No, indeed, you appear not to be. However, Felix is your master and if he wishes you to cleanse yourself, you shall do so. Now.”
Her lower lip trembled. “I don’t want—”
“It is not a question of what you want, girl,” said Felix with a raised eyebrow and a sharper tone. “Do you wish to feel my firm hand again?”
She shook her head. She’d no choice but to obey him. Bending over, she lifted the hem of her skirt and shimmed it over her shoulders and head. She was bare beneath. Turning to one side, so that her bush was hidden, she dipped the sponge in the bucket and scooped up the water. She dowsed it over her breasts.
The shame of it! Her nipples had turned into purple pebbles. And to make matters worse, she felt a different kind of wetness forming between her legs. While she dripped water over her belly, Felix lounged across his bed and watched her. He seemed bemused by her nervousness. As for Rufus, the younger man once again ogled her with wide eyes and unsuppressed enthusiasm.
“Turn and bend,” Felix said sternly.
She couldn’t resist that voice and although her knees wobbled and her skin was covered in goose bumps, she complied. She showed him her arse and the very cheeks he’d spanked the day before. Slowly, she lowered her head.

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It’s Wednesday, and despite the fact that it’s nearly Christmas, my writing is getting darker. Hot from my keyboard this week,  I am sharing a snippet from the tale I’m currently working on… I’d love to hear your thoughts about this one! 😉

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“Are you going to run, Molly?” His voice was calm, and almost amused as it questioned her.

She shifted her gaze to him at once, her face portraying her anxiety on the subject. “No,” she lied, her tone breathless.

“No?” He repeated back to her, that right brow arching in the tantalising way it did when he knew he was onto a winner.

“No,” she confirmed, shaking her head for good measure.

He put down the duffle bag, and moved towards her laughing. “You could run, you know,” he went on, his gaze intense as his tall body loomed over her.

Molly blinked up at her captor. “What?”

“You could run,” he affirmed. “If you wanted to? Your stories have always had an element of the cat and mouse about them, haven’t they, little one? I know you’d enjoy that, and you know I love the thrill of the chase.”

Adrenaline spiked in her body as he spoke. Was he giving her permission to flee from him?

“Yes,” he answered her, although she was certain she hadn’t spoken the words out loud. “You can run, Molly, but you know I’m going to chase you, and you know I’m going to catch you.”

Her heart was hammering in her chest as she arched her back, pinning her wide-eyed gaze onto him. “Why are you saying this?” she mumbled. And how do you know all of this?

His smile widened, and he pulled up a box from nearby, seating himself beside her. “After all this time, little one,” he purred. “Don’t you think I know you by now? I know what you’re thinking, Molly. You are quite literally an open book to me.”

She flushed, her head falling forward as though the admission was shameful. She was ashamed, because he was right. He did know her. He knew what she was going to be thinking, what she wanted, and just how to control her. It was bloody infuriating.

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Six people want her dead. One vampire is under orders to keep her alive, but he’s hungry…and for much more than blood.
Lainey Hargreaves has a secret that she must keep at all costs, a secret that could change the face of the earth—forever. But not all secrets can be kept and when hers begins to escape, she is certain that death will follow. There is only one person that can extricate her from the mess in which she finds herself—a vampire.
Mercer is that vampire. His quick analytical brain will give them a head start against her assassins, but even he isn’t confident of success. He needs to discover what Lainey is hiding, unravel her secrets, and earn her trust. She will need to learn to obey his every order without question if they are to stand a chance of success. Where’s the best place to start? The bedroom, of course—all women find him irresistible. All women except Lainey, that is. She fights tooth and nail to deny the bright red spark blooming between them, only…
 She’s going to lose.

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Claimed by the Captain by Gracie Malling

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Today, I am so pleased to be joined by the fantastic, Gracie Malling, and her latest hot historical release, Claimed by the Captain!

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In this sizzling spanking romance,  Captain Thomas Edwards returns home after twenty years at sea to take ownership of the White Hart Inn following the death of his father. He hasn’t even reached the edge of the village before he comes across a miscreant stealing apples from a local farmer’s orchard. Upon discovering that the thief is a young woman named Ellen who has been employed in his father’s inn for years, he considers it his responsibility to bare her bottom and spank her soundly.

In addition to working as a servant at the White Hart, Ellen has become known for her skill as an herbalist, and the last thing she needs is a stern sea captain getting in the way of her curing the ailments of her fellow villagers with a potion or tonic when the need arises. But despite her shock at being punished in such a shameful manner for nothing more than stealing a few apples, to Ellen’s surprise the painful chastisement leaves her aching for Thomas to take her in his arms and make her his.

Despite his willingness to spank her bare bottom whenever he feels it necessary, Ellen finds herself falling deeper in love with Thomas with every passing day. But when plague strikes the village and a witch finder is summoned, Thomas forbids Ellen from using her herbs to aid her friends and neighbors. As the situation grows more desperate, will she disobey him and put her skills to use even if it means risking her life, and can he keep her safe if she does?

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The master released Ellen from the ministrations of his hands and took a step backward. She felt strangely bereft now that he was no longer holding her in place. When she looked up, it was to see the master considering her with an unusual intensity.

“Ellen, I understand your feelings but you ought not to have attacked him. He may have deserved it—indeed, by all accounts he deserves far worse—but it was not a wise course of action for you to take.” There was no gentle murmuring now; his voice was formal, stern even.

“What would you have me do instead?” said Ellen, fighting to keep her voice level as she reeled from this change in tone.

“Retreat. Protect yourself. I was coming to help you.”

“And how was I to know that?” she shot back, climbing down from the table top and making to leave the kitchen.

“Mind your tongue, Ellen!”

She turned back and gave him a look of pure outrage. To think how safe and protected she had felt only moments before as he held her and stroked her face. To think that she had told him everything and now… now he was treating her like none of it mattered.

“Never mind your angry looks,” he scolded. “You attacked him and opened yourself up to a counterattack. Had you been wise, you would not have ended up hurt in this way.”

“Damn you, Captain Edwards! I am not one of your sailors!”

Ellen turned around in a fury and made for the door.

She had just reached for the handle when the master’s hand closed around her upper arm.

There was a dizzying lurch… and then she found herself upended over his raised thigh.

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Reaching the peak – #Satspanks

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My mind reels at his verdict, yet even as I mean to protest, his hand once again connects with my bottom, the impact reigniting my desire.  I moan outrageously into the bedding, my head falling forward as he spanks me once more. Waves of passion come hard and fast after that, the rhythm of my own pulsing need drowning out even the intensity of the spanking. My body acts on impulse, my hips flexing, drawing my middle between his palm and his breeches. The flames between my legs grow larger, their strength overpowering everything else until the authority of this need becomes everything. His hand swats me again and it is just enough to topple me over the precipice which I seem to have climbed. A debauch, guttural groan escapes me as I plummet, my body clenching in the most delicious way.

All at once his digits are right there, in the place where my arousal has peaked. He sweeps a finger over the area, chuckling at what he finds. “Well, well, My Lady,” he purrs. “It seems our objective has been attained…

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His Captive pet by Measha Stone

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Aubree Stevenson isn’t used to being ordered around, but then her efforts to bring down a dog fighting ring put her life in danger and she ends up in the protective custody of a stern, handsome former Marine.

Blake Turner is not a man to be trifled with, and he wastes no time in making it clear that Aubree will obey him or be punished. After she puts his word to the test, Aubree’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing strapping, and when she continues to defy her strict captor, she quickly discovers that he is prepared to take things much further. Soon enough, she finds herself stripped naked, outfitted with a collar and tail, and eating from Blake’s hand like a well-trained pet.

To her dismay, Aubree’s arousal grows more intense with every shameful display of forced submission. But even as he masters her body and claims her in every way, Blake must keep his captive pet safe from both her enemies and her own recklessness. Will he prove up to the task? 

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“I think you like playing my pet. I think you get so riled up about it because you don’t want to admit it to yourself, that you, a strong, capable woman—” Two fingers sank into her sex and she moaned, closing her eyes to better appreciate the touch, and the sound of his voice. “Could want to be treated like this, owned and collared. Because make no mistake.” A fingertip brushed her clit with the next thrust into her passage. “You are owned. And that collar isn’t coming off any time soon.”

She pressed her forehead harder into the ground, trying to get her bearings. His words were getting to her. They were working up her body as much as his skilled, thick fingers were fucking her.

His free hand splayed across the small of her back, holding her in place while he intensified his strokes. The little tip of his finger that brushed her clit now rubbed harder, pressing down with each new stroke.

Her toes curled into the dirt, and her fingernails bit into the grass. The pressure surmounted more than she could handle. She was going to come unglued, right there in the yard. As the leash tugged at her neck, her breasts swayed with the jolting motions of his hands; she was going to come.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He slapped her ass with the flat of his palm and pulled his fingers from her pussy.

She bit back the groan that worked its way up from her core. She’d been two strokes away from exploding, but within a moment she was not only empty but floating away from the orgasm she craved.

The leash moved, pressing against her clit, and she let the moan free. It wouldn’t take much more for her to come unravelled, and he knew it.

His hand brushed away the leather and began to stroke her plump, wet sex. Petting her pussy.

“You’ll come when you’ve given over.” His soft voice wrapped around her as he continued to run his fingers over her.

The tail twisted, creating a new spark of arousal through her body.

“Make this move for me.” He released the tail but kept stroking her clit. A soft touch that kept her on the edge, but didn’t come anywhere near the amount of pressure she needed to find fulfilment. “Wag your tail for me, sweetheart.”

 

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A test of mettle – #WIPitup

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We’re half way through the week already, and it’s time for the awesome #WIPItUp blog hop! My snippet this week comes from one of my secret projects. I hope to be able to reveal some more details in the new year, but in the meantime, enjoy this intense little excerpt…

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He raises his head, gazing up at me, standing by his side.

“Thank you all for attending.” He says the words to everyone, to both of the gentlemen, as well as the four other kneeling ladies, yet it’s my gaze that he never breaks whilst he speaks. “I have a new guest with me, and will be tending to her desires this evening. She is mine, and mine alone. The rest of you are free to play as you choose.”

I swallow at his words, my wrist falling into his lap as he releases me from his strong grasp. Turning, I bite my lip at the look of the gentleman. This man is my Lord and definitely my master, yet the thought of what he has in mind for me at this moment is nothing short of terrifying. I tremble as he appraises me, those deep soulful eyes assessing me carefully. Slowly, and without explanation, his right hand reaches for me, capturing my neck and drawing me down towards his face.

“So, here we are, My Lady,” he murmurs, bringing my mouth towards his own. “You have accepted my challenge so far. You have come to my chambers when I requested, accepted a drink and a meal, yielded to my kiss, and then, when I tempted you with more, you were hungry for what I offered.” He smiles, our faces just inches apart. “How exquisite you are,” he whispers. “How utterly beguiling… Yet now we come to the truly tantalising part. Now we reveal just how much mettle the lady has. Will you yield to me further this night, or will you refuse me?”

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Cassie’s Life by PK Corey

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It’s Tuesday, and I am thrilled to welcome PK Corey’s new release, Cassie’s Life, to my blog!

Ask Cassie about her life on the river and she’ll tell you it’s lovely and peaceful. But while Cassie loves the life she lives, peaceful is not always an accurate description. Whether she’s confronting an armed man who’s in a drunken rage, planning a friend’s wedding or dealing with a ghost in a backwoods lodge, Cassie is going to deal with it the best way she knows how. And peaceful doesn’t always work. 

When a mysterious phone call comes for Cassandra Wentworth – Cassie’s past is suddenly back to haunt her in a devastating way. Tom has always said nothing from before the time they met counts, but he didn’t know about this.  Sue, Annie, Allie and Jenny are all willing to help, but will it be enough?

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Jenny’s face registered total shock. She put her hands to her cheeks as they reddened. “Are you saying…” she began, but couldn’t make herself go on.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed around us Jenny,” Allie explained. “We all get spanked. And Cassie has long suspected that Cal knew and completely approved.”
Jenny looked as embarrassed as a person can. She drew her knees up in the chair and covered her eyes with her hands.
Sue laughed at her. “You think if you can’t see us it will all go away?”
Jenny, her knees nearly hiding her face finally peeked at us. “Are you serious or are you making fun of me?” she asked in a quavering voice.
Poor Jenny did look as if she wanted desperately to disappear. “Honey, Tom’s spanked me since before we were married. Much more recently these ladies’ husbands have also taken up the paddle, or hair brush or whatever. It’s so darn normal around here you might as well be talking about shopping.
Jenny began to come out of her fetal position, but still stared at us incredulously. “But, but…” she began. “All of you?”
“Well not Annie too much because everyone thinks she’s so well behaved,” Sue began.
“I am!” Annie insisted.
“Whatever,” Sue said with a shrug.
“We’ve taken a break and we’re just now getting back into it – just for fun so far. Ryan… well he was really, really mad about something not long ago and he took it too far. It scared and upset both of us, but him more than it did me I think. I only like fun spankings anyway and I’m not planning to give him any reason for a serious one. But I’m glad we’re back doing it,” Allie acknowledged.
“Okay, I get that,” Jenny said looking at Allie. “But I just can’t picture, I can’t believe about the rest of you.”
“Think we’re too old to be spanked?” Sue snapped.
“I suppose you think we’re too old for sex too. Well you’re wrong,” I told her firmly. “I’ll let you in on a little secret about getting old, when you’re ninety you’ll be basically the same person you are now. You’ll look different and your joints won’t bend as well, but it will still be you inside there.
“Now about you and Cal – I always suspected he was encouraging Tom to spank me when I’d do something Cal didn’t approve of. So, I assumed he was a spanker and Lord knows he and Tom talk a lot. I hope he’s not too hard on you and I pray he doesn’t have a hairbrush.”
“He has a paddle,” Jenny said quietly, blushing again. “I don’t like it.”
“Wood or leather?” Allie asked.
“Wood,” she told her.
“Oh, that sucks. Leather is way better, trust me. Maybe you’d like a nice leather paddle for a wedding gift?”

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No words… #SatSpanks

#SatSpanks

It’s finally the weekend, and that means it’s time for #SatSpanks!

I am currently actively writing three separate WIP’s. This is a first for me, but I am absolutely loving the challenge. Today, I am sharing a sizzling spanking snippet from one…

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I never see his hand move, but feel the weight of his palm as it crashes against the soft cheeks of my behind. The sound makes me jump more than the sensation, but I settle quickly, bracing myself for the next swat. It comes hastily, and all at once a number of small, hard strikes rain down on my exposed bottom. The pain is fast, yet increasingly intense, and I find myself gasping as each swat lands. I imagine how I must look to him, sprawled out over his lap, my pale and vulnerable skin on display for him. The thought makes me squirm, and heat spreads throughout my body, once again pooling at my core.

There are no words from him now, no reassurances and no niceties. It seems we both know why I am here this time, and the spanking needs little more in the way of explanations. Writhing over his lap in the most ungracious state of my life, I do the thing he has commanded, and I submit. He wants my obedience and capitulation, so that is what I offer him.

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Mischief under the Mistletoe Anthology

Author promotion.

With less than three weeks to go until Christmas, we all need more sexy, seasonal reads, right? Never fear, I have great news, because today we’re visited by the awesome, Mischief Under the Mistletoe anthology.

In this amazing new release, we’re treated to fourteen fierce festive stories in one AMAZING anthology extravaganza, fresh from international and number one bestselling authors alongside hot new talent! Editor’s Note: These delightfully naughty Christmas spanking stories feature scorching romance and BDSM. Some involve age play, all involve spanking. There’s also a bit of LGBT+, some magic, and a drunken incident with a photocopier. If this isn’t your scene, it might be better to find a nice book about knitting lamp shades, instead.

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Maren Smith, Amelia Smarts, Allysa Hart, Delia Grace, Shelly Douglas, Gracie Malling, Joelle Casteel, Brandy Golden, Kelly Dawson, Sheri Lynn, Jaye Elise, Kathryn R. Blake, Molly Alvarado and Katie Douglas.

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Return of the Viking… #WIPitup

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We’re galloping through the week, and it’s time for the #WIPitup blog hop again. 🙂 I am currently penning the sequel to my #1 bestselling Viking romance, The Viking’s Conquest, and I’m racing towards the end! As per usual, Princess Aurelie’s fate seems  dark, and intrinsically linked to the destiny of her Viking masters. In this snippet, things are about to get even more grave…

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Standing before the horse, he pauses, whispering to me in a gravelly voice. “We need to mount now, and quietly. Either you can be a good girl and cooperate, or I can flip you over her back and ride with you bound like a sack of herring.” He pauses, the weight of his stare evident to me even in the darkness. “Which would you prefer?”

Blinking at him wildly, I complain through the material shoved into my mouth. I have no intention of getting on his horse, and going anywhere with him. The idea of being Magnus’ prisoner makes me sick to my stomach. I know precisely what he will have in mind. He will want to master me in all the ways which Anders has done. I draw in a breath, recalling the way his eyes had lit up when I’d been Anders’ captive before. He had wanted to use and abuse me then, and he’ll see that he does so now. Without Anders here to tame his proclivities, I am done for…
“Too late,” he sneers, his tone gleeful. “Looks as though I get to decide, and I am in no mood to accommodate you.”
I flinch at his words, and a split second later he grabs me, picking me up around the middle and throwing me over the mare’s back. I screech into the gag, the shock of the movement, coupled with the pain in the wrist, and my undignified position making the guttural noise come from me. Magnus mounts the horse a moment later, his movement evident even from my place. He wastes no time, and pulls the back of my gown north over my back, the fabric covering my bound wrists.
“I told you to be quiet!” He hisses, as he smacks my exposed behind three times. The swats are hard, and I yelp again, producing a fourth strike from the Viking next to me. “I will tan this pretty backside every time you make a sound,” he growls from over me. “So, if you want to be able to sit down again, I’d suggest silence.”

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Alien Alphas – Cover reveal!

Cover reveal.

It’s Tuesday, and I’m thrilled to be hosting the awesome new cover for Alien Alphas!

This amazing release features 23 ALL-NEW hot sci-fi romances for ONLY 99 cents!

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The book will be released on January, 16th, but in the meantime, check out the blurb below..

Fierce warriors. Savage barbarians. Powerful warlords.

All ready to claim their mates.

Alien Alphas is a collection of panty-melting sci-fi romances featuring dominant alien heroes, penned by New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling authors. This decadently naughty box set includes twenty-three ALL-NEW, stand-alone novellas full of hot alien alpha males, breathless passion, and reluctant surrender. Take an exhilarating trip beyond the stars with this limited time only bundle that’s sure to leave you turning the pages late into the night.

Featured authors: Cari Silverwood, Cynthia Sax, Renee Rose, Lee Savino, Addison Cain, Kallista Dane, Maren Smith, Ava Sinclair, Sue Lyndon, Emily Tilton, Ashe Barker, Korey Mae Johnson, Grace Goodwin, Ivy Barrett, Jane Henry, Jaye Peaches, Katie Douglas, Lili Zander, Loki Renard, Maria Monroe, Megan Michaels, Myra Danvers, Sara Fields, and Sophie Kisker

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A Time For Will

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It’s a new week, and I am happy to host the fabulous, Libby Campbell, and her recent time-travelling release, A Time For Will!

In the book, identical twins, Verity and Felicity (Lissie) Pettigrew inherit an abandoned farm in the remote hills of the Methow Valley. Little do the twins know, but their windfall harbours a secret. While exploring the old barn, Verity stumbles into a hidden portal and is instantly transported more than one hundred years into the past.

In 1885, on the same farm, Will Dawson is saddling his horse when a disturbance in a corner of the barn catches his attention. In his haste to rescue the gorgeous woman in the centre of the disturbance, Will is flung far into the future.

Meanwhile, Lissie arrives on the farm looking for Verity, but finds the handsome, slightly suspicious cowboy instead. From their first words to one another, sparks fly.

Lissie’s modern manners and profane language offend Will. His solution? Some old-fashioned discipline delivered on the spot.

Affronted by Will’s distinctly un-twenty-first century approach to male/female relationships, Lissie challenges his authority at every turn in spite of nearly always ending up over his knee.

Meanwhile, Verity must deal with life in 1885. Although accepted into Will’s family, she longs to get back to the 21st century and the man she loves.

Can Will live in a future in which progress comes at the price of everything he holds dear? Can Lissie win him over, and teach him that women can be independent and wilful but still soft and sexy? Will Verity find her way back to the man she loves?

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“I’ve warned you about your language and I’ve warned you that I am in charge here. You’ve spoken to me disrespectfully, you’ve cursed, and you just told that man that I’m an idiot.”

With his right hand clamped around her left wrist, he turned and headed to the barn, towing her behind him. Her gait was awkward as she crab-walked to keep up. He didn’t say another word until they’d followed the beaten path around to the front of the barn. With a gentle nudge, he guided her inside.

Lissie’s stomach turned to water. “Why are we here?”

“Why do you think?” he asked, closing the door behind them.

“We’re going to try to go through the portal back to your world?”

“We could do that. But not until I’ve tanned your hide properly for sass, cussing, and disrespect.”

He leaned against the door, blocking the only exit to the building. Lissie glanced around. The only things in the barn were a long wooden bench and a couple of stirrup leathers. Surely he couldn’t be planning to use those.

“I’m sorry about that smartass comment to the roofer. He was getting under my skin with that ‘you’re a woman, you wouldn’t understand’ stuff. I said the first thing that came to mind. I should have thought before speaking.”

“That is true.” One corner of Will’s mouth lifted. Damn him. He was enjoying this.

“Okay, I’ve said I’m sorry. You’ve had your apology. Now I need to get back to the house to keep an eye on what all those workers are doing.”

“You’ll have plenty of time to do that. But at this precise moment, you’re going nowhere. You and I are going to do a little reckoning.”

He straightened up, moving away from the door. “I’m feeling generous today. I’ll give you a choice. You can drop your drawers and let me spank your pretty bare bottom.”

Lissie blushed at his knowing tone as he spoke of her body. “Or?”

He glanced at the stirrup leathers. “Or you can preserve your modesty. I’m happy to punish you over your trousers, with one of those leathers.”

“That’s a choice between the devil and the deep blue sea.” Lissie crossed her arms in front of her, as though she could ward Will off, or at least protect herself from what was coming next, by the simple act of hostile body language.

Will folded his arms. “Don’t make me wait too long. I’m not a patient man.

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A secret spanking… #SatSpanks

#SatSpanks

Welcome to the weekend! Earlier in the week, I shared a sexy snippet from one of my closely-guarded WIP’s. Thanks so much to all of you who took the time to contact me with feedback – I love hearing from you all. 🙂 Today, I am pleased to post another exciting excerpt from the same WIP, and this time, things are really about to eat up…

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He swoops on me, his speed and agility a shock, though not unexpected. For my part, I do nothing to resist him. It seems my fate is sealed, and I am more than ready to accept whatever this man – this self-confessed sadist – has in mind.
I am carried a few feet to where the bench sits, waiting. Jack places me down on it, the burden of my weight apparently effortless to him.
“Turn around, and bend over,” he orders me, and I find my body is scrambling to obey even before I register the command.
He moves wordlessly, securing each of my limbs to the bench with the leather straps I had noticed earlier. As all four of them are buckled into place, my breathing becomes faster and more erratic. This is really happening. I am actually here, strapped down face first over this strange contraption, and soon he’ll be doing goodness knows what to me. My chest heaves as I struggle to pull the necessary oxygen in from the air around us.
“Breathe, Madelaine,” he soothes, rising to stand as he steps away from my left wrist.
Breathe, I snort. Easy for you to say… but my lips remain quiet, wordless, as I watch him wander to my behind.
He touches me, and I brace, expecting pain, yet his caress is gentle. One, maybe two fingers trace an invisible line over my body, beginning at my shoulder blades, and running down to my exposed bottom.
“You are quite exquisite, Madelaine,” he murmurs, his tone full of his own arousal. “Of all of my projects, you are the most beautiful.”

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A Daddy for Christmas

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It’s nearly the weekend, and I’m thrilled to be hosting, A Daddy for Christmas! This hot new release is a sexy collection of ALL-NEW age play romances, brought to you by six USA Today and international bestselling authors. Daddy always knows best, and the young ladies in these smoking hot novellas are lucky to have the firm guidance of a father figure during the most magical time of the year. Grab some hot chocolate, snuggle up in your favourite reading spot, and let these dominant but loving daddies take charge.

I’m excited to say that this new anthology features my new partner-in-crime, Adaline Raine, plus some other amazing authors. Here’s the run-down…

Papa’s Little Bride by Sue Lyndon

Build-A-Daddy by Maren Smith

Santa Daddy by Katherine Deane

Mountain Man Daddy’s Christmas Surprise by Kara Kelley

The Daddy Contract by Adaline Raine

His Little Noelle by Maggie Ryan

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“Oof.” Kayleigh landed with a groan and knocked her thoughts back to the present. Three sharp taps hit against the very top of her right thigh followed by the same number and intensity on the left. His palm seared the sensitive juncture, still sore from the earlier round, and she kicked her feet out. Bastian hooked a leg over hers, locking her in place. Part of her regretted the challenge she’d thrown out, but the other sang in relief. She’d tested. He’d responded. “I’m sorry!”

“You’ll be more sorry when I’m done with you.”

“I didn’t mean whatever you thought I meant.”

“No more talking. I made a shiny new ball gag last weekend, and I’m happy to test it on you.”

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Destruction by Jennifer Bene

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This Thursday, I am excited to bring news of bestselling author, Jennifer Bene’s dark, new release, Destruction. The sound of this dark romance makes me tingly… check it out for yourself.

Vengeance and destruction are all he has left.

Lianna Mercier has everything. She’s beautiful, well-educated, her father is rich, powerful — and she works for him. The perfect little princess, raised to be just like daddy.

But it’s all a lie.

A bloody, fucked up lie, and David Gethen is about to tear it all down and destroy Lianna in the process. He wants revenge, he wants to finish the plan his father started years ago — but after he takes her, after he tortures her, he begins to realize just how wrong he may have been.

Brace yourself for the sizzling excerpt…

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“Whatever it is you want, I can help you get it. You don’t have to do this.”

“You can’t,” he answered, and he knew it was true. The lack of action from the asshole when she’d begged on the phone had made it clear. As long as he stopped, Mercier would continue to drag this out — which left only one option, he’d have to hurt the girl, torture her until he gave in for real. No more promises, no more time, no more deadlines.

Action or destruction.

“I can. Ju-just give me the chance.” Her hands tightened into fists as he moved closer, tugging at the chains that he already knew wouldn’t give her any slack.

“No more chances for you or Daddy. Either he signs, or we keep going until you’re done.”

“Done?” she whispered, and the tears pooling in her eyes caught the lights making them shine. So fucking beautiful. Such a fucking waste.

“That’s right.”

“Oh God!” The girl fought hard, ripping at the cuffs, making her breasts bounce, nipples hardened by the cool air in the room, and he watched for a minute as a few tears leaked out into her hair.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want you to talk to him this time.” Lifting the ball gag in his hands, he smiled underneath the mask when she shook her head, panic making her flail harder at the chains while his cock stiffened against his leg.

Please! Just let me talk to him again, please, tell me what you want him to sell and I’ll convince him! I swear! I’ll do it!” As she begged, he knelt down beside her, taking a moment to trace one finger over the soft skin of her arm. She felt so pure, so good, and how someone like her had come from someone so evil he couldn’t figure out — but none of that mattered. All he needed was her suffering.

“Open up.” He held the gag in front of her face, offering her the easy way, but she clenched her teeth tight just like he’d expected. Somehow the girl was simultaneously terrified of him, and still defiant. Where was her sense of self-preservation? Why wasn’t she submitting to him fully in an attempt to make him lenient?

Not like it would work.

Wrapping his hand under her chin, he dug his fingers into the muscles of her jaw, slowly forcing her mouth wide as she whimpered. As soon as there was enough space, he forced the ball gag between her teeth, and then pressed his hand down to keep it there. “Tsk, tsk. I wasn’t asking, princess, and when you disobey you just make me angry.”

A sharp, incomprehensible shout escaped her lips, so he locked the gag a notch too tight, leaving her groaning as her jaw strained.

“You should hope he loves you as much as you think he does.”

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Something completely different… #WIPitup

#WIPitup

It’s hump day, and I’m super excited to share a little something from my writing desk which has never been seen by anyone – until now…

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“Tell me about your spanking yesterday.” I keep my tone calm and even, although my cock twitches as the memory of her bound and splayed body flashes in front of my mind’s eye.

Her gaze falls from me as she considers my question. I permit it, knowing that she needs to think about what she is about to say. “What do you want to know?” she asks as her eyes settle over me again.

There’s a small flush of embarrassment as she speaks about the event, and her heated expression makes me smile.

“I want to know your perspective on it,” I answer her, my eyes drilling into her reddening face. “What do you remember? What did you enjoy? What was not so good, and why?”

She swallows as she digests my words. “That’s a lot of questions,” she scowls.

“Yes,” I agree. “We have as much time as you need, so take a deep breath and tell me.”

Her brow furrows at that, and as usual I wonder what is going on in that beautiful head of hers. “Why do you want to know?” she replies, pouting at me.

Naughty girl, Madelaine. You have had your question…

“Tell me about the spanking, Madelaine,” my voice is insistent. I know I will break her down. I know the memory of each swat is burning in her mind, the evidence of her burgeoning arousal at the thought is clear to read on her face.

“But, why?” She mumbles, her hands wringing against one another on her lap.

“The spanking, Madelaine?” I throw her one of my glances, the one which reminds her who is in charge in this room – in all the rooms.

She sighs. It’s theatrical, but clearly expressing her exasperation helps her to begin. “It was overwhelming,” she responds eventually.

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Between Despair and Ecstasy by Daryl Devoré

The Never Ending Blog Tour.

This Tuesday, I am pleased to host, Daryl Devoré ‘s new release, Between Despair and Ecstasy. Check out the blurb for the book, and then whet your appetite with the racy excerpt below…

Concerned for his fiancée’s safety, rock star Darien Scott races to Bangkok to protect Erika Bailey, only to discover his brother is missing. Fearing the worst, he contacts his nemesis, Gan, and makes a repulsive deal that will free his brother and protect Erika’s club, The Pink Flamingo. Or so he thinks. When a python and Gan are involved, things go sour, and Darien sinks into a deep depression.

Erika is disheartened by the betrayal of her parents. Her father’s destruction of her club and the humiliation of her mother’s drunken behavior have her feeling down, but those are the least of her worries. She has a wedding to plan, but won’t. Having been betrayed too often, she’s scared to trust Darien.

How can Erika prove to herself and Darien that she loves and trusts him? Simple. All she has to do is jump out of a plane.

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“Yeah, I was a bit tired.” Darien waggled his eyebrows. “But now I’ve had a power nap, and my batteries are all charged up.” He lowered his mouth and pressed a soft kiss against her lips.

A small groan rumbled in her throat.

He pulled back, stroking his hand across her cheek. “What I love about you is how hot you make me and how wired you can get. Your eyes. There’s still a burning hunger in there. Your nipples are still swollen, and if I touch you…” He skimmed a finger across her bush. Her hips jerked. “See. You’re still on fire.”

“Yes!” Ericka dropped her head back onto the pillow. “I’ve had two of the most mind-blowing orgasms, but my body is craving you. Your touch. You deep inside me.”

He kissed her throat and down to her chest. He reached for both breasts, tweaking and pulling her nipples.

“Oh. Every time you touch me. I just…more.”

“More what? What do you need?”

She pushed his shoulders down. “Touch me. Lick. Suck. I need you.”

He moved down her body and settled between her legs.

Erika closed her eyes and waited, her body charged, ready to respond. She held her breath waiting for that first touch. Would he lick her? Suck her? Nip her clit?

Her hands roamed over her body, down her sides, across her stomach, and up over her breasts. That didn’t fill the need to feel his touch on her. She squirmed against the bed, pulling her legs up and opening her knees wider, giving him access to her.

Still he didn’t touch her. Heat built inside. She pulled long deep breaths. She lifted her head and glared down at him. He met her gaze and grinned, but didn’t touch her. How dare he refuse? Her hunger needed to be fed. She raised her legs and hips and dropped them over his shoulders, positioning her pussy next to his mouth. “Please, Darien. Please. One touch and I’ll scream.”

Darien lapped his tongue along her clit in a single stroke. She grabbed the pillow and released a loud hiss. “Again.”

He repeated his move. She repeated her reaction.

She placed her feet on his shoulders and pushed away. “On your back.”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

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A naughty little bottom – #SatSpanks

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Welcome to the weekend, and with it, your weekly #SatSpanks!

My newest book is with my editor right now, and I’ve chosen a section of a sexy little spanking for my snippet this week…

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“I’m going to redden this naughty little bottom of yours again, girl,” I say, with a forced severity which I hope she’ll be able to see through.

She twists to her left, assessing my face, and smiles as she realises that I am just playing in order to heighten her sensation. “Thank you, sir,” she replies, blinking her long lashes at me. “I have been terribly naughty.”

“Yes, you have,” I agree. My palm lands flat against her bare bottom, sending a tremor of sensation down into her sex.

I look to her face, finding that her eyes have fluttered shut, and her mouth has fallen open. I keep watching as I spank her again, slightly harder this time. Her peaceful visage barely changes, although there is just the faintest glimmer of pain as the strike registers.

“I have the feeling that you’ve never been spanked before.” The sound of my voice revives her, and her blue orbs open, searching for my face. “Tell me, little girl, am I right?”

She braces as she catches the look of my right palm rising behind her, and then stills as it lands against both of her vulnerable cheeks again. This strike is harder still, and leaves a satisfying warmth radiating from her backside as I move my hand away.

“Yes, sir,” she answers in a whisper. “Nobody has ever spanked me before you.”

A blush engulfs her face at her admission, and the look of her stretched out subserviently over me sends a new, fierce jolt of desire shooting through me. My cock throbs painfully at my middle, desperate to be inside her.

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Are we clear? #WIPitup

#WIPitupWednesday

It’s hump day, we’re half way through the week, and it’s time for another sneak peek into my WIP’s!

I’m half way through the final re-read of this particular book, and then it will be winging its way to my publisher. Before it does, take a look at this sexy little (18+ only) snippet…

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“Put those wrists back where I put them,” I snap at her, and her eyes fly open at the instruction.
“Y-yes, sir,” she murmurs, her voice genuinely concerned as she obeys.
I press myself over my mons, forcing her thighs to spread even further for me. “If I have to remind you again then I will bind those wrists to the bed, pleasure you, fuck you, and then, when you think you can no longer take any more, I will flip you over and tan that hide of yours.”
Her body stills at my warning, and I glance up to her see her large eyes watching me.
“Are we clear, little fawn?” My voice is low as I chastise her.
“Yes, Logan… sir,” she replies.
I wait just a moment, holding her gaze, before I return my attention to her hot little snatch, lapping between her legs with new fervour. She gasps, writhing and twisting beneath me, even though she must know by now that her resistance is futile. I suck and lick her delicate skin as though my very essence depends upon it, and in some obscure way I feel like it does. I have never wanted anyone like this – never wanted to consume them – but then, there has never been anyone like her before.

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The Pirate’s Daughter

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It’s Tuesday, and today I am thrilled to host the talented, Marie Hall, and her new release, The Pirate’s Daughter

Royal Navy Captain

Kidnapped and blackmailed into marriage, Captain Devin Winthrop now has a wife. One who’s beautiful, smart, willing in bed, and a pirate’s daughter. And she has a few pirate tendencies of her own.
Set to finish his career with smooth sailing in the Caribbean, Devin knows a storm is coming. Can he raise sail and outrun the dangers, or will he be sunk to the ocean floor?

Captain of Her Destiny

A captain in her papa’s merchant fleet, Mia Cadley doesn’t willingly give up the helm. Nor does she always sail above board.
When her father forces her to wed as a means to protect her, she resists letting her husband become her master and commander. But can she hold course against a tide of pleasure beyond imagining?

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“I am never naughty, Captain,” Mia said with as much indignity as she could manage. “Only uneducated children are naughty. I have been well schooled and am a fair bit past the age of sixteen.” She watched him stop abruptly, holding a stool in either hand as he took time to appraiser her, critically. With a shake of his head he took the last two steps needed to set one stool on the floor on her side of the table before rounding to the other side, setting the second stool down and taking a seat.
“Someone has lied to you Mia,” he said whipping the cover from the tray. “Sit down and eat.” He motioned to the second bowl of portage with the knife he was using to cut the peal from his orange.
“No one has lied to me,” Mia snapped, how dare he say such a thing. Or maybe he said it because he knew something. Something about why she was now here and not home. “Lied to me about what?” she asked reaching for the bowl.
He laughed, setting the knife aside and pulling apart the orange. “I think a great many things. Most importantly, though, about how naughty brats get to choose their own punishments.” He levelled a look at her that made a chill run down her spine the same time it made her sex clench. “They do not. Now sit down and eat.”

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Unorthodox Dom by Lilah E Noir

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He was a Dominant on training wheels. She was a wild masochistic kitten and more than he bargained for. Thomas has reached his breaking point. Work, studies, lust for his sexy boss, his own kinky urges are driving him insane. He’s sick of hiding. In walks Kat. Sassy, creative, submissive to the bone and a hot mess of epic proportions. The first girl who ever craved his punishing spanking, dominant touch and rough lovemaking. What happens when her life begins falling apart? Can Thomas put it back together with strict rules and iron discipline? Is he strong enough to save her from herself?

I’ve chosen a sensual snippet to share with you all, but there are many more sizzling ones in the book for your reading pleasure!

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When the insane pleasure subsided, I’d untie Kat, kiss her lips and cuddle her for some time. I’d whisper to her I had really needed it and tell her to go and take a shower as I still had a lot to do.

Kat would make coffee and force me to eat. The best part of her presence was when she quietly knelt at my feet and put her head on my thigh. It usually happened late at night. She’d close her eyes and just stay there, not attempting to touch or tease me. Kat was just like a kitten in those moments, seeking the closeness of her owner. It was beautiful. I’d stroke her hair and whisper in a soothing voice.

Go to bed, little one. I’ll just stay a little longer.”

I’m fine here,” she’d whisper in a sleepy voice and suppress a yawn.

I’d smile and put her on my lap to kiss her tenderly.

I know, pet, but I want you to be well-rested.” I ran my fingers through her soft tresses. “I’ll give you a special surprise tomorrow if you’re a good girl.”

Usually, Kat wasn’t too thrilled but she obeyed. She hated sleeping alone. That would give me an incentive to be done faster with my task.

The moment I slipped under the covers next to her was always so warm and intimate. Especially when she rolled over onto her side and cuddled against me, whispering how much she missed me.

I’d probably survive my exams even without Kat. Somehow, though, she made this time easier and helped me not to lose my sanity with stress. The longer I spent with her, the more I was shredding my old insecurities and fears.

Again, how did I ever get so lucky?

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Telenovela (South of the Border 1)

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Happy sinful Sunday to you! Today, I’m thrilled to be able to bring you the latest hot release from fellow Wicked Pen author, Sabrina Devonshire. In Telenovela, César is a famous Mexican Telenovela star. Women constantly throw themselves at him, and he’ll be into one for a short time before moving on. Long-term relationships spell danger for César. People he loves end up dead. That’s why Camila can never know she’s more to him than a one night stand. But he has to find a way to preserve their working relationship because the show must go on…

Camila nearly gave up her dream of becoming an actress. After three years of auditioning, all she has to show for it is a dead-end office job. Then, a business trip to Puerto Vallarta puts her in the right place at the right time. Suddenly, she’s a pampered star on The Sands of Time, one of Mexico’s hottest Telenovelas. Soon acting and reality become intertwined, as her co-star, César, is too hot to resist on set or off it. She knows César’s trouble, but what she doesn’t know is that her dalliance with him could be deadly.

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I’m walking barefoot close to the shoreline. The ocean waves crash and lap over my feet. The water’s cool, but refreshing. Even in March, it’s in the low 80s. The bright sun coats the endless stretch of sea with flickering diamonds. A few puffy clouds drift across the azure sky. I release a long, satisfied exhale. This is the best day I’ve had in so long. It feels amazing to be outdoors instead of confined to a windowless room.

People lounge in chairs under the bright blue umbrellas, sipping drinks from straws. Others stroll along the beach. Some of the children run across the sand, while others splash and play in the shallow water.

Like LA’s Venice Beach, here there are more male couples than heterosexual couples walking the beach. But on this Puerto Vallarta beach, they seem uninhibited and unconcerned that anyone will judge them. Wearing tight, colorful bikini briefs, the men openly kiss or hold hands with their partners. The energy of this place moves me. The tension that usually constricts my neck and shoulders has melted away. The slower pace of Mexico seems to be contagious. I feel happy and relaxed and so does everyone I see. The rushed pace of La La Land doesn’t exist here.

A Mexican guy greets me with a “Buenas tardes.” He probably thinks I’m a local.

I automatically answer in Spanish, glancing at him long enough to notice that he’s reasonably attractive. But then I notice the drop-dead gorgeous guy walking up behind him. Any woman’s gaze would be drawn toward him like a magnet. Wow. His beautifully shaped lips alone are enough to make me salivate. And I love his hair—shoulder-length and straight and thick enough to tangle your fingers in when you kiss him. Dios mío, what am I thinking. Giving his amazing body the once over doesn’t do a thing to help me clear my head. Maybe I should keep my gaze focused above his neck. His blue-green eyes, accented by thick brows, glance my way. My mouth falls open when he starts walking toward me. I look behind me to see if maybe there’s another woman there, but there isn’t. This is crazy.

“Buenas tardes,” he says. “Cómo está?” He slows down. Not only is he greeting me, he’s trying to start a conversation with me.

My heart beats faster. Does he always talk to strangers? I guess if he wants to talk to random women on the beach, it should be easy enough. What woman wouldn’t talk to him? I’m surprised he doesn’t have a horde of them hovering, he looks so delectable. I clear my throat, not sure what to say. I stutter out a greeting. He continues speaking to me in Spanish.

“I’m César. Cómo se llama?”

“Mucho gusto. I’m Camila.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Camila.” I like the sound of my name flowing off his lips. His full and very sexy lips. He extends a hand.

I reach out to shake it. Electricity shoots up my arm leaving me feeling lightheaded. My mouth must have fallen open. It’s been forever since I’ve felt attraction like this or even thought about a relationship or falling in love. There’s no time for men when your life is a non-stop financial struggle. I haven’t had a serious relationship since acting school.

“It’s great meeting you, too. Do you live here? Or are you visiting?” His voice is warm and inviting, his eyes so large and alive. The blue and green flecks in his irises remind me of the sea, the way they constantly change color.

“Visiting. I live in Los Angeles.”

“Oh, you live in America. Are you near Hollywood?”

I involuntarily clench my jaw. There’s no way I’m going to mention the seedy neighborhood I live in. “I live in a suburb not too far from there. How about you?”

“I grew up in Puerto Vallarta. Now I split my time between living here and in Mexico City.”

“I was born in Mexico City. My parents moved to the US when I was eight. Are you working here? Or are you on vacation?”

“I’m working as usual. We are here filming.”

“Filming? How interesting. The company I work for is here to film scenes for the American soap opera, Days and Nights of Desire.”

His eyes widen and when he smiles, I see a perfect row of sturdy white teeth. His smile ratchets his amazing looks up to a whole new level. The man’s gorgeous and he probably knows it. He must be an actor. Every woman in Mexico would die to watch whatever show he’s in.

César looks directly into my eyes. “I knew you were an actress. You have the look.”

My shoulders slump forward and I muffle my sigh. Wait until he finds out what I really am. “I wish. I studied to be an actress and auditioned for a part in this show, but I got offered a job as an office assistant.” I wait for him to politely end the conversation and make his escape.

He steps in closer and his brows draw together in disgust. “Office assistant? What were they thinking?”

More tingles race through my body at his nearness. His body is to die for. His black T-shirt stretches across his muscular chest and his rock-solid bicep and tricep muscles flex and bunch when he moves his hands expansively through the air as he talks. I shrug. “I didn’t fit their concept of evil seductress I guess.”

“The producer must be blind. You have what it takes to be a star, Camila. I recognized it the instant I saw you.”

He’s really laying it on thick. He must be trying to seduce me. Not that I mind all that much. At least he didn’t bolt when he heard I have a grunt job. “You’re very kind. How about you? Are you an actor?”

“Yes. I play the role of Juan in a Telenovela, The Sands of Time.”

“And you’re filming here?”

“Yes. We are shooting scenes of me meeting my next love interest.”

“That’s exciting.” I feel jealous just thinking about him entangled between the sheets with his co-star. Wouldn’t I like to have that job?

“It would be, but we have a very big problem. And I am thinking maybe you can help us solve it.” He gazes at me in a penetrating way that shows he’s analyzing not only my looks, but trying to see deeper. It takes my breath away.

There’s an awkward pause before I answer. “I-I’m not sure what you mean.”

“You’ll see in a minute. Please come with me.” He wraps his strong fingers around my forearm and gently tugs to urge me to come with him.

That touch sends another current of electricity ricocheting through my body. I want to be near him. Maybe I even crave the wild affair he seems after. But this is a very bad idea. César is a complete stranger. He could take me anywhere. “Oh, no, I really can’t. I don’t even know you.”

“I want you to meet some people. They’re under that row of umbrellas.” He points off in the distance. I’m not sure who he’s pointing toward because there are hundreds of umbrellas on this beach and almost every beach chair is full. But I shake off my fears. Meeting a group of people on this beach can’t be any more dangerous than taking a public bus in LA. César releases my arm and starts walking faster.

I speed up too, but my feet slip in the deep sand as I struggle to keep up with him. I manage to gasp out, “I don’t understand. Who do you want me to meet?”

“My movie crew, of course. You have the looks. And the personality we need. Your luck is about to change. You’re about to become the hottest new Mexican telenovela star.”

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You will be sorry – #SatSpanks

#SatSpanks

Happy weekend! I’m four rounds of edits into my latest WIP, and this book is so close to completion, I can nearly taste it…

For #SatSpanks I am pleased to bring you a spanking found close to the end of the story, and this is one which the heroine definitely deserves! 😉

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I swallow hard, moving towards 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. We are going to do what your Daddy should have done years ago…”

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Katie’s New Daddy by Allysa Hart

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It’s nearly the weekend, and I’m thrilled to be joined by Allysa Hart, and her sexy new release, Katie’s New Daddy – the long-awaited sequel to Adopting Katie!

Widowed mother Katelyn Summers, knows her husband would have wanted her to move on and find happiness for herself and a father for their infant son. Knowing that doesn’t make doing it any easier, and she is spiraling fast as she struggles with balancing her new normal with her old wants and needs.

Jeff has always been a natural leader, controlling all aspects of his life with a confidence that rivals no other. When a failed marriage crumbles that confidence, he leaves his entire world behind and loses himself in his work. Nothing can bring him home, until he meets her.

Can these two help each other move on from their painful pasts and into their happily ever after together? How does Katie’s unique family fit into the mix? Can you really have your cake and eat it too?

Here’s a sizzling little snippet from the book… Just enough to whet your appetites!

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“You aren’t being rational. I’m not worth all this.”

“Excuse me?” She was making it hard for him to fight the urge to turn her over his knee right then and there. If it wouldn’t have been their first time, he would have.

“You heard me. I’m not worth it.”

“I will be the judge of that, young lady, and before you say another word, let me warn you right now, you have already earned a spanking from me tonight. I would choose your words wisely.”

Her eyes went wide at the mention of getting spanked. They had joked about it before and talked about it at length, but it had never come to fruition. He needed her to understand his love was true, and running from him was never the way to solve an issue. “No one tells me what my woman is worth because there is no way to measure. You are not worth your weight in gold because you surpass that exponentially. You are worth more to me than any job, Katelyn. If that is a deal breaker, then get it out of your head because I will quit tomorrow.”

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Happy hump day!

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

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Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier

The Never Ending Blog Tour.

I’m excited to be joined by Kryssie Fortune today, who brings us her latest release, Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier!

In the book, Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She’s shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he’ll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he’s clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.

Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.

Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?

Check out the red-hot excerpt below (18+ only… you have been warned!)

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She felt vulnerable now that she’d gotten naked, but she knelt, knees spread, pussy open, hands resting on her thighs, her gaze fixed on the floor. Just when she thought he’d changed his mind about their scene, she heard him stand and move behind her. He fastened a blindfold over her mask, and her world went black.

The darkness disoriented her, but Master Erik brushed his lips against hers. That brief, gentle touch set the wild horses in her stomach rearing up and pawing the air. She heard his clothes rustle as he moved in front of her. Gently, he lifted her left hand to his lips and kissed her palm.

Coco Starr hitched in a breath as he fastened fur-lined handcuffs around her wrists. He took a moment to check they didn’t dig into her flesh. The deep rumble of his voice delighted her when he told her, “Stand up.”

With her hands fastened before her, she had difficulty rising, so he took hold of one elbow and helped her to her feet. His hands slid down to her hips as he walked her forward. “Arms over your head.”

She stretched upward as instructed. Despite her heels, she had to go on her tiptoes for him to loop the handcuff chain over the hook in the ceiling. Once the chain settled, she felt vulnerable as she teetered on her high heels.

He positioned her carefully, spreading her legs wide, then backed off again. She didn’t move, but her heart beat so loud she could hear nothing except her blood pounding in her veins. Nervous, excited, body on fire for his touch, she waited.

Listening hard, she wondered what Master Erik would do next. She heard his footsteps as he crossed the black-and-white tiled floor, followed by swishing sounds. He’d collected a flogger from the far wall. Although they’d agreed on this, she’d never been flogged before. Her nerves jangled as she anticipated his next move. When the flogger hit her skin, would it be soft and gentle or firm enough to make her back feel like he lashed it with tongues of fire?

Time moved in slow motion. Letting her Dom make decisions for her was a blessed release from her everyday persona. Her spine still tingled, part with nerves, part with anticipation. Not knowing what to expect felt…arousing. Her pussy grew damp, and she hovered on the edge of orgasm.

His breath felt warm on her neck as he palmed her breasts. The way he stroked and caressed them made her nipples peak. He chuckled and slipped tweezer clamps on each breast in turn. They felt heavy and tight, pulling her breasts down. When she wriggled and tried to find a better balance, bells tinkled on the ends of the clamps.

“Sweet music,” Master Erik whispered in her ear.

He stepped back, and she felt the soft caress of suede run down her spine. The slightly furred feel of it against her skin made her sigh in her bonds. A shiver ran from her head to her toes, making the bells clamped on her nipples chime like a fairy song.

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Better choices… #SatSpanks

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It’s the weekend again, and it’s time for your weekly Saturday spanking! I’ve been working hard on the third round edits of my new spanking romance this week, and I’m excited to bring you a snippet from this book. I’ve been keeping the plot of this one pretty close to my chest, and will continue to do so for now, but in the meantime, I offer a short teaser from near the end of the tale…

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“And if I stay?”

Her question hangs in the air, taunting me.

“If you stay then we will love, nurture and protect you,” I say without hesitation. “You’ll be welcome to share whatever we have, but we will not be able to provide you with the shiny things you probably usually like to play with.”

She sucks her lower lip into her mouth for a moment. “Will you discipline me as well?” Her tone is so soft, goading me.

I look into her eyes, making sure my tone is firm. “We sure will,” I tell her. “You’ll be spanked whenever you are wilfully disobedient, and especially when you put yourself in danger.”

She squirms in my arms, evidently affected by my declaration.

“How does that sound?” I ask her.

“It sounds hot,” she concedes, and I feel the heat of her blush against my chest. “But I’m not sure how I feel about having you all make decisions for me…”

“I understand that,” I answer her. “It will be different, but I’ll ensure all choices are fair, and you’ll always be safe and cherished.” I pause, glancing down into her hot face. “Forgive me for saying so,  but it seems to me that you’ve been making a lot of bad choices in your life. The wrong men, the wrong friends – I don’t know…” She looks at me, but says nothing, waiting for me to continue. “Perhaps it is time to let us make some better ones for you, little fawn?”

She presses her mouth into my chest hair, kissing me. “Perhaps it is,” I hear her murmur.

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Turn up the heat! #WipItUp

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Happy hump day! Third round edits of my latest book are in full flow, so I should have this one off to the publisher before Christmas (fingers and toes crossed!)
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She bites down on her lip as her eyes scan over my large frame. “I don’t want to be on my own,” she coos. “In the storm, I mean?”
I smile, gazing down at her, and for a moment we say nothing, permitting each other’s eyes to devour the other. Hell, I bet she’s imagining what I’ll feel like inside of her already…
“You don’t have to be alone,” I begin, raising my hand slowly to stroke the soft strands of fair hair from her face. I pause, absorbing its rich honey tones, and wondering at how beautiful she is.
“What will you do to me?” she asks, her eyes loaded with sin, as though she is at this moment considering all of the debauch options.
“What would you like me to do?” I reply, deliberately throwing her one of my most devastating glances.
Her lips part at my question, and I swear I can hear the pounding of her heart. “I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone so…” she pauses, eyeing me up and down again before she continues. “Big before?”
This time I have no choice, and I laugh gently at the thought. “Do you think you can handle me?” I say, deliberately wishing to provoke her.
Her right eye brow raises for the briefest second, and I know she has taken my bait. “Of course, I can handle you,” she says flatly.
“So then,” I answer her with a chuckle. “You have nothing to be worried about.”
“Hmmm,” she replies, “not unless you…” Her voice dries mid-sentence, and something about the resonance makes my cock throb painfully at my waistband.
“Not unless, what?” I murmur, pressing myself against her sweet body.
An unconscious groan leaves her lips as she feels, apparently for the first time, just how keen I am to keep her company on this stormy night. “Logan,” she breathes, her gaze coming to rest upon my own once again.
“Not unless, what?” I repeat, allowing my exasperation to show just a little in my voice.
She stills, acknowledging the tone. “Not unless you spank me again,” she whispers, her dilating pupils evident even in this light.
What an intriguing young thing you are, I think as I watch her. The one thing that you protested so vehemently, now appears to be the one thing on your mind…
“If you behave, then you won’t need to be spanked again,” I say, maintaining eye contact with her as I speak.
Her cheeks flush, although I can’t tell if that’s with arousal or an evocative blend of her excitement laced with the obvious fear she feels. She swallows, evidently trying to play it cool. “But what if I *want* to be spanked again?”

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I never thought I would do this, but after receiving numerous messages and comments both privately and publicly ranging from concern to disgust to outrage, I decided to change my cover for When He Returns: An Enemies-to-Lovers Romance. Never has one of my covers been so controversial. LOL! Comments I received were along the lines of it looking like a severed head, like he was about to snap her neck, hostage negotiation, and a drugged-out heroine. These are not the right impressions to make for a romance book! On the other side were people who loved it and thought it looked sexy–that the man looked dominant and the woman looked starry-eyed and innocent (I was in that camp, obviously, or I never would have picked it in the first place).

Anyway, after a day of consideration and fielding comments, I finally came to a decision. I needed to change…

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