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“𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞,” 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝.

Connor simply shook his head at her.

“There is no discussion on this. You’re going in the cage.”

One obsessed fan. One captive author.
Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing.
An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed.
Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.

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Cathy inhaled at the threat. She refused to succumb to the fear burgeoning in the pit of her belly. Fear could not help her now. Pulling from his arms, she turned away from his insistent gaze. Blinking into the shadows of Damon’s domain, Cathy’s eyes closed, and she silently summoned the light to her side. Lifting her head, she could feel its power, sweeping in from the sides, shoving the shadows back as it swirled in and around her body. The energy moved her, fueling her, giving her strength.

“That won’t work.” Damon’s voice was gleeful, and with it, Cathy sensed the edge of the energy ebbing. “That kind of magic won’t work here, Cathy.”

All of a sudden, he was on her again. Cathy could feel the heat of his body envelop her, his darkness snubbing out the breadth of her light as his arms snaked around her middle. Blindly, she fought, pushing back for everything she was worth, compelling the energy to stay, to remain by her side through this ordeal, yet frustratingly, it seemed Damon’s analysis had been spot on—her charms weren’t as strong here as they had been at home. Grounded by the power of the elements, Cathy was virtually impenetrable, but here—in this godforsaken place—she was weaker.

Vulnerable.

“That’s right.” Damon’s voice purred into her right ear, and Cathy’s eyes snapped open, her hands on his arms, trying to push him away, but it was as if his limbs were made of metal—solid, formidable, and damn near impossible to resist.

“You are vulnerable here, Cathy.”

“I am not.” Her voice was steely despite the truth in Damon’s sentiment. “Now, remove your arms from me. You bring corruption to everything you touch.”

The resonance of his laughter tickled her neck. “So, I am to corrupt you?”

Cathy’s lips parted, her lower lip disappearing between her teeth as fleetingly, she imagined what it would be like to be tainted by a creature like Damon. She gulped, trying to suppress the desire. This lunacy was, no doubt, all part of the creature’s plan to lull her. He was hypnotizing her, casting a spell over Cathy’s rational mind to ensnare her senses. But Cathy knew better. The lips which skimmed her nape might feel hot to the touch, but beneath their glossy exterior lurked a depraved demon. His skin might be warm as it immobilized her, but there was no blood heating his body. Damon had brought her here to be his captive, to control and mesmerize, and Cathy must not fall for his deceit.

She must not allow the heat of his breath or his whispered words to fool her.

She must resist his temptation.

 


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Connor simply shook his head at her. “There is no discussion on this. You’re going in the cage.”
One obsessed fan. One captive author.
Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing.
An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed.
Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.


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Saving Suki by Sierra Brave

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Saving Suki by Sierra Brave!!

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An abusive childhood and an accident in his teens left stallion-shifter, Malcolm Patterson, with a distrust for his father and a lot of holes in his memory. When his dad passes away, Malcolm returns to Horse Mountain to fulfill his obligation to settle his old man’s affairs but finds the shifter community’s near hero-worship of the late doctor disquieting. He’s further shaken to meet a curvy beauty at the funeral who makes his heart gallop and his primal instincts take over.

Suki Marks has been in love with handsome and noble Malcolm Patterson ever since he saved her from bullies who called her an abomination when she was ten. He was the first person to be straight with her about the reasons some people shunned her family and he was quick to debunk those prejudices as the ignorant folktales and stupid superstitions they were. Even after Malcolm graduated high school and left town, she couldn’t forget him, but becoming Doctor Patterson’s live-in nurse in his last year of life was a coincidence. She never expected to be named in the wealthy physician’s will.

Malcolm assumed he’d be disinherited, but even from the after-life, his father continues to turn the knife, using his will to set up an elaborate scheme to taint Malcolm’s feelings for the woman who might be his fated mate. To make matters worse, a dangerous shifter-purist movement is brewing among a small segment of the Horse Mountain Clan, and they’re determined to prevent Suki from passing on her genes to a new generation. Will Malcolm be able to work through his past in time to secure his and Suki’s future?

Warning: Saving Suki is a smoking hot romance with graphic, put-you-in-the-moment love scenes. If you’re offended by sexual language, you might want to consider another book. The book can stand alone without reading the others in the series, but reading Horse Mountain Shifters 1-3, will add to the enjoyment of the experience.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Her chest heaved. She had her pride, but his incredibly, manly smell chipped away at her resolve. As he looked her in the face, she took a couple of steps forward. He slipped two fingers into her waistband. “Cute sleepwear.”

She looked down at her pink elephant-printed PJs and her cheeks burned. “They were a gift from my dad. I guess they’re kind of lame, but they’re comfy.”

He smirked. “Don’t worry. You won’t be wearing them long.” He snatched down her bottoms, leaving them around her knees. “Look who didn’t put on any panties.” He dropped to his knees, nuzzling his nose in her dark, curly pubic hairs. His tongue flickered over her clitoral hood, sending a jolt of arousal through her loins that would have made her jump if he hadn’t been gripping both sides of her naked buttocks so tightly.

No, no…I have to stop this. I want romance and love, not another hard fucking. She grabbed a handful of his hair and used all of her will power to pull his face away from her throbbing pussy. As he stared up at her, she lifted an eyebrow. “Who says I’ll have you again?”

He slid his palm along the inside of her leg. “The sweet cream flowing down your thigh tipped me off.” He pressed his lips against her meaty flesh, ignoring her feeble protests as he blazed a trail of gentle kisses and nibbles up to her slit before running his tongue along the seam. She whined, her knees trembling. “Are you sure you want me to stop?” He glanced up at her again, looking as if he already knew her answer.

Anger seared in her belly as she pushed him away. “Yes! I’m not a whore, Malcolm Patterson. You can’t come in here with your big, swinging dick and all…all that.” She waved her hands around toward him while stepping back as best she could with her pants around her ankles.

He jumped to his feet. “I never said you were a ho.” He placed his hands on her waist. “I like you, Suki, and it’s hard to be around you without touching you.”

She pushed him again. “How dare you? You and your shitty friend came in here, trying to harass me with your disgusting meat.”

“I apologized for that…”

“So what? You seduced me, fucked me like an animal and then ran off with your friend. Do you have any idea how horrible you made me feel?” She knelt, grabbing her pants and pulling them up as she stood.

Mal grimaced. “Aw, baby, no, don’t…” He huffed as she pulled the drawstring tight and tied it in a bow. “Damn.”

She placed her hands on her hips and glanced toward the door as if inviting him to leave. He glanced behind him as if noting what she wanted, but then choosing to ignore. He turned to face her, smirking as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“I said no!”

He shrugged. “Okay, so we won’t have sex. Are you going to make me sleep all alone too?”

Her jaw dropped and she threw her hands up in the air as she mumbled, “Is he kidding me?”

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Edward’s Law is Live!

Love domineering buccaneers?

Adore masterful pirate lords?

Guess what??

My contribution to the Pirates Passion and Plunder anthology has been returned to me, so if you didn’t get a chance to read this novella, here’s your chance to grab it!

Pride of the King’s navy, The Dexterity, is mine.

Or, at least, she should have been, had the scoundrel Edward Law not waltzed into Christy’s auction house and stolen her from right under my nose.

But if Law thinks he can claim what rightfully belongs to me, he can think again.

No man makes demands on me.

I won’t concede to his dark, brooding eyes. I won’t surrender to his iron will.
Edward Law means nothing to me…

If you love spanking romance with a HEA, this is for you!

(This story was previously published in the Pirates, Passion and Plunder anthology).

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Check out this steamy excerpt from Edward’s Law!

 

Edward smiled. “As you can see, I have news of my own.”

He tilted his head in the direction of Alice, and for an excruciating moment, both men turned and regarded her. Alice’s face burned with embarrassment, and instinctively, she lowered her gaze, her attention falling on the stiff ropes at her wrists.

“A woman, Captain?”

“Very observant, Carlisle,” said Edward with a laugh. “Yes, a stowaway by the name of Alice Jaggers.”

“But a woman, sir,” the other man repeated. “It’s bad luck to have a woman onboard.”

Alice lifted her chin with interest. Bad luck, huh? This could be her way off the vessel altogether.

“Only if you subscribe to superstitions,” countered Law in an amused tone. “Which as you know, I do not. It is not luck that has brought us good fortune in the past but our own fortitude.”

Carlisle raised his brows but said nothing to protest. “How did she get on board, sir? And what are we to do with her?”

Alice’s belly twisted at the last question, her gaze darting once more to Edward Law. Until today, he was a man she had barely even contemplated—the man at the auction, a name on a list at Christie’s, but nothing more. Now, it seemed Mr. Law held Alice’s destiny in his hands, and she was heady with the new reality.

“I found her hidden in my quarters,” explained Edward as he turned to face Alice. “As for your second query, Carlisle, we are not going to do anything with her. As captain, our guest is my responsibility.”

She gulped at the way he made that sound, suddenly unsure if she should be grateful or afraid—worse was the way Alice’s body was reacting to the tattered captain. Where she had previously been disgusted by the sight of the man, she was fast becoming compelled. The weight of his stare and his authoritative presence had affected Alice in ways she could never have foreseen, and as she met his gaze again, she was perturbed by the way heat pooled beneath her gown.

“I should like you to stand guard outside my door while I address the crew.” Edward’s focus was back on Carlisle now. “I am sure you can understand I cannot have any of the men stumbling upon her by mistake.”

Carlisle turned to look at Alice, his brown eyes drilling into her. “Aye, sir,” he responded after a moment. “I can understand.”

Law moved toward him, resting his hand on the shorter man’s shoulder. “I would trust only you with this objective, my friend,” he said solemnly. “Keep her safe for me.”

“You can count on me, Captain,” Carlisle smiled, revealing two crooked front teeth.

“Good. Then I must depart.” Law turned in Alice’s direction, fixing her with a hard stare. “I shall not be long, but until that time, behave yourself.”

Alice pulled in a deep breath as both men stalked from the room. She watched as the door slammed closed behind them, imagining Carlisle waiting just beyond. A potent myriad of emotions stirred as she heard what she assumed to be Law’s boots pacing away.

No man had ever spoken to her that way. Even her father had treated his only daughter with courtesy and respect when he addressed her.

Alice blinked, shaking her head as she processed what she was feeling.

On the one hand, she was embarrassed at her current predicament, entirely of her own making, and no idea how it would be reconciled, but on the other hand, she was seething with indignation at the way she had been treated. The way Law had spoken to her—dressing her down like a servant. Her face flamed as she recalled his proximity and the way he had touched her—the nerve of the man—then had somehow made her admit the error of her ways aloud. That was a feat no one had achieved before. Alice may have been guilty, but she would never have admitted such, especially to a stranger.

She sighed, eyeing the captain’s quarters as she struggled against the ropes. Being bound this way was intolerable—just like Law’s insufferable arrogance and the way he made assumptions about Alice. He assumed she would obey him and would be pliant to his plans. She snorted—the man had a lot to learn about Alice Jaggers if he thought she would remain compliant. She had not sneaked her way on board just to end up his bound captive, yet even as resentment burned in her blood, there was also something else. His commanding presence, just like the bondage, had stirred something in Alice.

Something she had not expected.

Something that felt like desire.

 

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Connor simply shook his head at her. “There is no discussion on this. You’re going in the cage.”
One obsessed fan. One captive author.
Lost on the streets of a foreign city, Molly Clary is attacked after a book signing.
An unknown hero steps in to protect her, but her relief turns to terror when her savior’s true intentions are revealed.
Connor Reilly doesn’t just want to save her. He wants to take her for himself.


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Saving Jessie by Alyssa Bailey

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Saving Jessie by Alyssa Bailey!!

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With lives in the balance, what could she do but comply with their demands?

Accountant Jessica Roe kept her head down and always followed the rules. When she discovered possible illegal activity with her employer, she left that job and joined Reynaud and Associates. Life was good, her brother hadn’t asked for money in months and she was now dating Mark Jensen. Within one week: her brother needed money, her old employer was trying to blackmail her, and she was nearly raped and killed. Not only is her savings at risk, but her relationship with Mark, her job with Reynaud and Associates, her friends, and her life. 

Mark Jensen worked hard and played harder, preferring one-night stands to anything long term, until he hooked up with the company accountant. Jessie is a sassy, sweet, rule follower with a deep-seated loneliness about her that is unlike any woman he’s dated. She has stolen his heart. Just when Mark had finally convinced Jessie to move in with him, her brother has more than money problems to lay at his sister’s door. Suddenly, Jessie is over her head and making all the wrong decisions while trying to protect her new friends, brother, and lover. 

When Jessie’s past and present puts her in the middle of international illegal trade, it will take the whole team to keep her safe while they figure out the details and bring this operation to a crashing halt. 

This is book two in the Safe and Secure series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This adult romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, action, adventure, danger, power exchange and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Jessie hated punishments…

Sliding two fingers inside the elastic at the waist of her panties, Mark slowly brought them down over Jessie’s bottom, stopping his descent briefly to rub his hands in slow, sensual circles over her bared rear end. The frissons of response that action created were both erotic and expectant. Her knees became unsteady. One sharp sting on a lower cheek followed by his skillful massage before repeating the act on the other cheek had her melting. 

“Mmm,” came his hum of approval. Without warning, a long, experienced finger slid between her nether lips just enough to tease her vaginal entrance. A line of wetness trailed his finger, and he resumed his panty retreat from her thighs, his caresses repeated as he walked the silk, and lace over her calves. 

“Step,” he instructed when the panties reached her feet. She did, and then they were whisked away. She couldn’t believe he was sniffing her panties then pocketing them, but he was. Mark was obviously as turned on as she was. 

“Mark…” her voice anguished. 

“These have your tantalizing perfume sweetheart, and I can’t resist inhaling.” Then he patted his thigh, and his voice lost all playfulness. “You have to place yourself this time, baby. We’ve been here enough. You know what to do.” 

He patted his thigh again, and Jessie could feel her face and neck flush with heat. Her lip hurt from her teeth bearing down on the tender flesh, her tongue slipped out to caress the nipped area. Mark pulled her toward him and kissed her bruised lips, bruising them more with his intensity. He spoke with longing and a hint of frustration as he squeezed her bottom. The room twirled, and Jessie thought she was going to come from the arousal her man had excited in her. 

“You make it hard to punish you when all I want to do is take you to bed and have my wicked way with you.” 

“I want that.” 

“Spanking first, naughty girl.” His tone was resigned. She needed to be resolute as well. Get past this part so we can move onto the good stuff. 

Before she could register more than consuming lust, she found herself ass up over his knee. She swiftly took a deep breath, her ass already stinging, and heating. No warning, no warm-up, no words. But his impatient frustration took the job of placement from her. The few other times he’d made her count out the number of punishment swats he had proclaimed she’d earned, but not this time. He slapped her backside hard, and fast, painting every single inch several times over with his painful presence. The heat was intense, the sting approached unbearable, and her squirming had begun in full force. 

“Mark, please, please, this… ow… this is too much. Baby, please, I… ow, I get it. I’m sorry, please, stop.” 

She wiggled her bottom, and he continued to slap it until, as quickly as he’d started, he stopped. A deep breath in, and a whoosh of pent up air released. He was rubbing her tight, hot, aching bottom, and while it still hurt like hell, she could feel her liquid arousal. The tears in her eyes did not diminish the burn in her ass or the ache in her pussy. The tingling was morphing into desire. Without any indication he was going to change his activity again, his large fingers invaded her wet center, scooping up some fluid and spreading it to her clit, then gathered more to smooth over her back entrance.

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Daddy’s Game is Live!

Guess what??

Daddy’s back…

And he’s one seething man.

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He made me his captive.

Demanded I call him Daddy.

He’s my magnificent obsession.

And I’m trapped. Helpless. Chained.

With no hope of breaking free.

I don’t know if I’ll get away.

Or if I even want to.

Daddy’s games are addictive.

He’s a drug.

The more I try to leave, the closer he pulls me.

Wherever I go…

Daddy will haunt me.

Forever.

Daddy’s Game is the third in the dark and suspenseful series from Amazon bestselling author, Felicity Brandon.

Dark adult content is included—you have been warned…

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Check out this steamy excerpt from Daddy’s Game!

Sophie looked so fine, kneeling on the rug he’d chosen for her specially, her cheeks flushed with both angst and desire. It would have been so easy to have been swayed by her beauty—too easy, in fact. At another time, he’d have happily grabbed a fistful of her hair and kissed her, claiming her in that divine way he knew they both enjoyed. Then he would have screwed her into the soft fibers—and perhaps, he would do those things later if she was a good girl—but now was about punishment.

Now, it was time for Sophie to suffer for him.

“Then turn around and present yourself.” His words soft and slow, Jared saw the desperation flicker in her eyes.

“Daddy?”

She clasped her hands in front of her as though she was either going to pray or beg him. Usually, he would have enjoyed the show, but not this evening. It was getting late, neither of them had eaten for hours, and he still had a spanking to deliver.

“Sophie.” His tone lowered, and he pressed his forehead gently against her temple. Sophie’s skin was hot and flustered as she ceded, permitting him to push her gently back to her heels. “Why are you making me wait, little girl?”

She pulled the air through her nostrils, her gaze fixed on his.

“I’m scared, Daddy.”

So, Sophie had worked out what effect the ginger would have on her naughty little backside, had she? Or perhaps, she sensed the danger from the look in his eyes? The atmosphere in the room had shifted, the energy becoming palpable as he pushed her to surrender. Sure, Jared could have made her—he was easily strong enough to pick her up and bind her, so she had no choice but to accept the ginger—but he didn’t want to do that. He’d use force if he had to, but his desire was to see Sophie yield for herself—the first step in accepting her penance and accepting the life he had chosen for her. Jared realized without that acquiescence, their life together was always going to be a fight. He’d always be looking over his shoulder, waiting for her to run—expecting her disobedience—and honestly, that wasn’t what he wanted.

“I know.” He didn’t have any words of solace or comfort for her, only the hard truth of her predicament. “So, why don’t we get this done, and then once you’re soundly punished, Daddy can get back to taking care of you again?”

That was the best she was going to get, and as she kneeled, trembling, she finally ceded the point. “Yes, Daddy.”

His free hand rose to her face, cradling her heated cheek. “Yes?”

Jared didn’t know why he sought affirmation. It was his rules, after all. He didn’t need Sophie’s permission to proceed, yet the moment seemed significant, and he chose to savor it.

She blinked away tears as she nodded, leaning into his palm. “Yes, Daddy. I want to be good.”

His cock leapt at her admission. It was the closest to consent he’d received for hours, and it was powerful. The urge to kiss Sophie became too strong. Yes, he was going to insert this root into her anus and enjoy the hot, flustered cries for mercy it initiated, and yes, he was going to turn her over his knee and spank her until the cheeks either side of the root were a vivid pink color, but that didn’t mean he wanted to waste this moment.

“You will be,” he whispered before his mouth grazed hers. She opened for him right on cue, a heavenly groan escaping her as the caress lingered. Pulling away before the magnetic hold she had over him became too strong, he broke the connection and rose to his knees.

“I’m waiting.”

Sophie’s gaze flittered back to the ginger, then with a sigh, she crawled into position.

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Rock you like a Hurricane by Sierra Brave

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Rock you like a Hurricane by Sierra Brave!!

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College student, Trisha Harper is fascinated by the synergy between her classmates, Ken Davidson and Tommy Marks. She’s attracted to both and unable to decide which man she likes best.

Lifelong best friends, Tommy and Ken know each other so well they’re able to complement each other’s strengths while minimizing each other’s weaknesses. Neither man can imagine a life without the other, but they never expected to fall for the same women.

With a potentially life-threatening hurricane on the way, the trio prepares to ride out the storm together. Determined to preserve their friendship, the men cling to a gentleman’s agreement, promising neither will make a move on Trisha but can such a pact be upheld in the eye of the storm?

With both men teetering between desire and the fear of rejection and loss, Trisha has no plans to break up the dynamic duo. For her, it’s all or nothing, and she’s determined to have Tommy and devour Ken too.

Warning: Rock You Like a Hurricane and is a Male-Female-Male (MFM) romance. The story contains sizzling, put-you-in-the-moment love scenes with graphic, descriptive language. If you are offended by explicit content, you might want to read a different book. Although the Triple Passion Play series starts out as MFM in book one, the relationship progresses to MMF in later books. Previously published by Liquid Silver Books.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

“Hey now! You’re going to mess up my luxurious locks.” Tommy ran a hand through his hair while smirking before he bent forward and snatch the pillow with one hand while gathering her up with his free arm. Trisha squirmed, resisting until Tommy pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Settle down now.” He nuzzled the side of her head.

Her chest tightened and her pussy sent shockwaves through her core. Tommy had hugged her before, but he had never held her close in such an intimate way. His hard chest supported her shoulder while his soft, yummy-smelling hair brushed against her neck and cheek. For some reason, he smelled like Ken tonight. She closed her eyes, breathing in his fragrance. Oh! Her eyes flickered open as his cock stirred beneath. He’s getting hard! Trisha’s breath caught in her throat, and she pursed her lips to repress a smile. As her eyelashes fluttered, she caught the expression on Ken’s face. Shit. He looks as if he’s been punched in the gut. Is he jealous? I can’t have these two fighting.

Scooting back into her seat, Trisha used both hands to shove Tommy away. “Unhand me, you troll!”

“Troll!” Tommy scrunched up his nose and twisted his lips.

“Well, when you make that face.” She pointed and laughed. “I saw a deck of cards over by the snacks. Let’s play poker.”

Tommy grinned and nodded. “Sure, but Ken will wipe the floor with us.”

Trisha shot a look Ken’s way, offering him a smile and a wink before awkwardly looking away while playing with her hair.

Ken stretched in his seat. “As much as I’d love to rake you two over the coals, we don’t have any chips.”

Well, here’s my opening. Hope my voice doesn’t crack. Trisha lifted her face, batting her lashes at him. “Who needs chips when we have clothes?

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“Hannah.” Fuller’s voice had dropped to that growled whisper, which had made her so hot and bothered the night before. “Is there a problem?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Fuller, sir.” She was breathless, but this time it wasn’t arousal that tainted her voice but utter dread. “I-I don’t know if I can.” Hannah lifted her chin to assess his unimpressed expression.

“Do you seriously need another round of punishment as well, young lady?”

His query sucked the oxygen from the corridor, and Hannah could barely catch her breath.

“No, sir.” Hannah didn’t, but the threat didn’t seem to be enough for the adrenaline coursing around her body to push her body forward.

“I thought we had reached a new understanding, you and I?” Fuller crouched in front of her once more, the wooden door swinging closed behind him. “I thought the pleasure I offered you last night meant something?”

His brow rose with the inquiry, and Hannah was lost for breath for quite another reason. There was an intensity in his blue gaze—a power the pillory had denied her the force of the prior evening, and its effects were immediate. Hannah’s head was foggy with the lust that swirled inside her, the memory of the way he’d ripped the orgasm from her weary body last night, threatening to swallow her up altogether.

Oh God!

She managed to hold in the words, but her throat dried as though she’d spoken them aloud.

“It did mean something.” Hannah’s words echoed around her. “Sir.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” she gasped, watching as his face neared another couple of inches.

Fuller lowered his body even closer still. “So, why am I waiting for you to obey, Hannah?”

Her lips parted as though she intended to reply, and she was certain that she’d intended to, but there were no words at first. Instead, there was only the ferocity of his stare and the hypnotic way his purr seemed to draw her toward him.

“I’m scared, sir.”

There. She had said it.

Fuller’s lips curled. “Now, you’re scared?” His tone was amused. “I never saw such fear in you yesterday when I dragged your cute little ass back to be paddled.”

Hannah swallowed at his reasoning. Fuller was right. She hadn’t been afraid then, just seething and gut-wrenchingly disappointed with herself for running straight into his clutches.

“No, sir.”

“So?” There was the eyebrow again, that one gesture tightening the heat at her core.

“I’m not scared for me.” The truth was rolling from Hannah as though Fuller’s expression alone could extract it from her. “It’s April.”

Fuller sniggered. “April?” His tone was full of disbelief. “Why would you be worried about her?”

That was more difficult to answer. Hannah wasn’t exactly sure. All she knew about the woman was from the way Lucy and the others had spoken about her and the fact she alone had brought Hannah her chance to flee. Even though she hadn’t been successful, Hannah owed April, and she knew it.

“I just…” Hannah hesitated. “I’m just dreading what I’ll find, Mr. Fuller.” She lowered her gaze to her hands at the admission. That was at least the truth.

Fuller’s laughed gently. “As you should be.” His tone was coaxing now, the soft goading voice that could lull her with such apparent ease. Her face rose at its resonance. “But what’s done is done, and it’s time you faced the reality Hannah.” He smiled, moving his face to within a few inches of Hannah.

“You really only have one decision to make, Miss Bowman. Are you going to be our good girl and obey, or are you going to do things the hard way—like April?”

Christ. Hannah didn’t know what was transpiring in that shitty little hallway, but somehow, Fuller was crawling his way back into her head again, making the awful seem reasonable, and the immoral seem like her greatest hedonistic desire.

It was what he did.

It was what they both did.

“Hannah?” His voice was only a whisper, the warmth of his breath, causing her eyes to flutter closed. “What’s your choice?”

Hannah sighed. She wanted to be stronger. Jesus, how she wanted to be stronger, but even without the mysterious allure of the man, she knew she wasn’t. The paddle had been difficult enough to bear. Hannah wasn’t sure she could cope with whatever penance they’d concocted for April.

“I’ll be good, Mr. Fuller.”

“You will.”

It was more a statement than a question, but she nodded anyway. “Yes, sir.”

“There’s my good girl.” Fuller inched toward her, his lips grazing across her half-open mouth for one heart stopping moment. “That was a smart choice.”

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Sure Mastery by Ashe Barker

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Ashe Barkers’ latest book, Sure Mastery!! 

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He’s hurt her once, and terrified her. He holds her future in his hands. Can she trust him with her body too?
Desperate to escape her past and start over, Ashley McAllister cuts her ties with her old life and heads for the wild landscape of West Yorkshire, the perfect place to reinvent herself. And her carefully laid plans are working, until she encounters her nemesis—the one man she’d hoped never to see again—Tom Shore, the man she and a gang of thugs attacked and robbed, and who swore he’d make her pay. He owns the cottage she’s made her home and adores, and now he wants his pound of flesh. So he takes it.
Intimidated and beaten by her sexy and dominant landlord, and totally confused by her intense physical response to him, Ashley needs Tom to guard her secrets. But will he and his enigmatic and terrifying friend, Nathan Darke, allow her to leave her past behind and start again? Having survived her first explosive and humiliating encounter with Tom, Ashley struggles to get her new life back on track. But Tom wants her. His demanding, persuasive, sensual charm is almost irresistible, his mastery of her assured.
But—can she submit to Tom’s dominance? Should she? Ashley has escaped one violent and abusive relationship. Is she about to be sucked into an even darker and more dangerous liaison?

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

This novel was previously released as three separate books, Unsure, Sure Fire and Sure Thing in the series Sure Mastery. In this volume the three books in the Sure Mastery trilogy are published as one combined novel, under the title, Sure Mastery with new cover art, no cliffhangers and a HEA.

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Assertive Ashley makes one last-ditch attempt. “If I agree to this, if I let you spank me, it’s absolutely the one and only time. You’ll never lay a hand on me again after this.”

I stand my ground and he looks at me, his gaze assessing. And unexpectedly warm. His tone is soft when he speaks to me, almost caressing.

“If you say so. Well then, let’s see if we can release your inner submissive, just this once.”

I can’t contain my snort of disbelief. “I hardly think so. Inner doormat might be more like it. Inner punchbag maybe. But you’re wrong—I’m none of those things anymore.”

He shakes his head, his eyes never leaving mine. Despite my fear, my outrage at this madness that he’s apparently convinced me could actually happen, that look still curls my toes in a way Kenny never managed. I wish desperately that I’d met Tom Shore in different circumstances. Who knows, I might even have… No, I wouldn’t. Surely I couldn’t. Could I? 

Not that he needs to know any of this. I hold his gaze, defiant, determined, my inner turmoil safely buried along with any treacherous inner submissive that might be lurking. His next words stun me.

“No, I agree. I don’t know what it is you think you’re not anymore, but what I have in mind has nothing at all to do with being a doormat or a punchbag. ‘Shaz’ might have been that once. I saw that much on the riverside in Bristol. But I suspect Ashley McAllister is something entirely different.”

What? What does he see in me that even I can’t recognise? How is this different? My puzzled frown just makes him chuckle softly, as though he knows something I don’t. Then, “Ashley, the robe?”

“Why? Why do I have to undress? Can’t you just…?” Assertive Ashley gives up the battle and I’m whispering, and now starting to shake again.

His tone hardens—there’s something more there now, an air of command, demanding obedience. “I want you naked. I want you scared, humiliated, hurting. Like I was. The robe, Ashley. Now.”

Out of options and done with words, I stand. I’ve accepted his ‘terms’ and now I just want to get this over with, get through it as best I can. At least now I know what’s in store, and I know I can survive it. 

My hands shaking violently, I start to unfasten the belt holding my robe closed. I’m clumsy, fumbling, desperately embarrassed. Never an exhibitionist, never even remotely confident about my body, I don’t recall even Kenny seeing me completely naked. He was never that interested. My body’s no great shakes, five foot one and skinny as a rake. And I’m now finding my natural modesty is a powerful inhibitor. I can’t undress in front of this angry stranger any more than I can sprout wings and fly round the room. I stand there, clutching my robe closed. I can’t even look at him, though I can feel his eyes on me. I’m surprised to realise that stripping for him is more of a challenge than accepting the spanking was.

“I can’t. Please don’t ask me to do this.” My voice is quiet, tiny, a scared, pathetic whisper as I stand there, trembling, dreading the next few moments. I’ve never fainted in my entire life, but I suspect I could easily manage it now. This is his cue, surely. His one opportunity to tell me it’ll be okay, to promise not to hurt me. To say something, anything, that my so-called inner submissive might recognise and respond to.

Taking pity on my dilemma perhaps, he closes the distance between us, just a couple of paces in my tiny living room. I try to back away, but the chair is behind me, there’s nowhere for me to go. Surprisingly gentle, Tom Shore takes my hands, opening my fingers carefully to release my grip on the towelling. He takes the lapels, leaning in to murmur in my ear, “Don’t look so stricken, Ashley. This bit doesn’t hurt. And maybe, if you let yourself, you might find the rest of the experience less horrendous than you imagine.” I feel his breath on my neck as he pauses, then, “You might even enjoy it.” 

And that’s it. Might even enjoy it! Fat chance! There are no more words of comfort on offer. If this is the best he can do my inner submissive will be staying well buried it seems. Good riddance—she’d only get me into more trouble.

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Dark Melodies by Ashe Barker

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Ashe Barkers’ latest book, Dark Melodies!! 

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Who knows where pain ends, and pleasure begins?

The chance of a new life out in the wilds of the Yorkshire moors sounds too good to be true to shy musician Eva Byrne. Stifled and smothered within the cocoon of her brilliant academic career, Eva yearns for something different. Something real and exciting. Something she can feel.

Excitement. Passion. Pleasure. She finds that sexy, enigmatic Nathan Darke can provide all these and more when she moves into his home as violin tutor to his young daughter. But Eva’s sensual encounters with her demanding, domineering new employer quickly evoke her deepest fears, as he introduces her to the trauma of submission and marks her with his particularly dark brand of love.

But will Eva’s natural curiosity and thirst for new experiences be enough to withstand the sting of Nathan Darke’s exquisite touch? Will simple surrender be enough as he challenges her every inhibition, taking her on an erotic journey of self-discovery and liberation?

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers.

This novel was previously released as three separate books, Darkening, Darker and Darkest, in the series The Dark Side.
In this volume the three books in The Dark Side trilogy are published as one combined novel, under a new title, Dark Melodies with new cover art, no cliffhangers and a HEA.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

“God, is it really that late?” I gasp.

“Yes. Time for your practical,” Mr. Darke says softly, leaning back in his chair. Stretching out his foot, he pushes my violin case toward me across the kitchen floor. “You promised me a demonstration of your…skills. By way of a job interview. Then we’ll decide if you’re a music teacher or not.”

Tired as I am, I know I can handle this. This is my moment. Without a word, I kneel by the violin case and carefully open the lid, then extract the instrument from among the folds of my chiffon skirt. Unclipping the bow from the lid of the case, I stand up. I draw the bow experimentally along the strings, just to hear the tone and make any minor tuning adjustments. I have a good ear, and with only minute twists of the keys on the neck of the violin it is perfect, ready to play.

“Any requests?” I ask.

“No, you choose.” He is still seated at the table, waiting. And apparently not expecting much. 

Mrs. Richardson has been bustling around the sink, clearing up after our meal, but she also comes to sit back down, drying her hands. Even Barney has opened one of his eyes. All three settle themselves, watching me.

Stepping slightly farther back, away from the table, I stand facing my audience with the door open behind me. I place the violin under my chin, resting my face against it like a favorite pillow, and draw in one long breath. I let it out slowly, and again. My feet are planted firmly, about a foot apart. I am relaxed, grounded. In my element. Now, at least, this I am good at.

Leaning into the violin and closing my eyes, I start one of my favorite melodies, not really written for violin—but I think it works beautifully and I love it. The opening, evocative strains of Ravel’s ‘Boléro’ fill the room. I don’t need to look up or hear his sharp intake of breath as he recognizes the piece, to know that Mr. Darke is stunned. He didn’t expect this from me. I am glowing inside because I know, at last, I have him. 

I hear a slight noise behind me and open my eyes to see Mr. Darke leaning slightly to see around me. Placing his index finger vertically across his mouth, he signals for quiet, then beckons with his hand. A little shadow slips around and past me. 

A small girl—impossibly pretty, with long, straight dark hair—runs across the room, climbs onto his knee and puts her little arms around his neck. She looks sleepy and is wearing a long, pale pink nightie. Her feet are bare. He hugs her, whispers something in her ear that makes her smile, and he kisses her hair. Then they both turn back to me, silent, watching, listening intently as I continue to play.

Completely in my element, absolutely in control of my audience, the music, the instrument, I sway gently as I slowly, surely develop the piece. I build the melody, pouring my own energy into it, louder, faster, ever more compelling as my bow flies back and forth across the resin-heavy horsehair strings. Unerring, every note perfect, I feel the familiar pull of the evocative music and lose myself in it, completely alert but at the same time only dimly aware of my surroundings, my audience. I coax the music toward its crashing crescendo. I am so exhilarated, so pumped up I feel sure I can fly in that moment, but as the final note dies away I am also aware of feeling drained, as if my last dregs of energy were poured into that piece.

No one moves. No one speaks. In the silence that follows, I straighten and stand before them, violin in my left hand and bow in my right, both now pointed down at the floor. Raising my eyes, I meet Mr. Darke’s gaze. 

His face is still, expressionless, but his beautiful dark brown eyes are warm, admiring, the passion of the piece not lost on him. I feel a clenching low down in my belly, glad that I have somehow affected him, touched him. We stare across the kitchen at each other for long moments before he finally comes to his feet, holding the little girl in his arms.

“Bravo, Miss Byrne,” he says softly, bowing his head to me. “That was superb.”

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

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Beg for it. #SatSpanks

This week on #SatSpanks, here’s an excerpt from my latest book from the Dark Necessities Series, Taunted.

This is the second book in Dalton’s trilogy and it’s been burning up the charts with all the hot, steamy scenes you’ve come to expect.

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Dalton’s mouth skimmed over her lips, capturing her attention in an instant. “I’m going to pound you so hard, Delilah.”

Arousal pooled at her core with his words. “Yes, sir.”

She was brazen now, incapable of resisting Dalton’s allure, and with no desire to even try anymore.

He nodded his head at her. “I’m glad we’re aligned on this.”

With one sharp tug, he yanked her panties down her thighs, guiding them to her feet. Delilah’s breathing accelerated at his show of force. Fuck, he was hot when he was like this. He could take her all bloody day long when he was in this mood.

Dalton guided her from the fabric at her ankles, tugging her forward in the direction of the couch. “Over the arm.”

His instruction was curt, and as she turned toward his face for reassurance, Delilah saw the grin there and she went willingly, draping the top half of her body over the raised arm.

“Legs apart.”

She panted at the order, but complied at once. She wanted this. It was as sexy as hell being exposed and available to Dalton, and even ignoring the growing pressure at her neck, she waited for the real fun to begin, her heart racing inside her chest.

“What do you want, firecracker?” Dalton’s words rang out over her head.

“You, sir.” Her reply was reflexive, and desperate.

He smacked her arse, not hard enough to really hurt, but with enough force to make her yelp. “What about me?”

“Your cock.” She practically screamed the word, relishing the way Dalton always made her spell it out.

There was no hiding with him.

There never was.

“Tell me then.”

“I need your cock, sir.” Delilah barely recognized the voice of the woman who responded. She was so breathy and full of need. Surely, it couldn’t be her?

“You want my cock?” Dalton’s voice was full of glee.

Fuck, yes! The thought imploded in her head. You know I want it, Dalton. Why are you making me wait?

The sound of his laughter filled the air. “Beg for it.”

“What?” Delilah gasped.

“You heard me,” he snarled, his words registering in her ears just before he spanked her again. And the strike was harder this time. Much harder, the pain spreading out across her cheeks. “And you know how to address me.”

She panted at this stern version of her lover. “Sorry, sir. Yes.”

“So?”

Delilah inhaled. Begging for his cock? Christ, why was that making her so wet? Yet it was. She could feel the moisture at her pussy and it was for him. It was all for him.

“Please may I have your cock, sir?” Delilah cringed into the couch with the words, grateful that she didn’t have to look Dalton in the eyes.

“In your cunt?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And in your arse?”

Delilah tensed. In her arse—was he serious? “Sir, we’ve nev—”

Her sentence was ended by the giant palm that crashed down upon her exposed backside again and her lips parted with the pain.

“Answer the question. Do you want my cock in your arse or not?”

The query resounded around her mind. Did she want it there? Delilah had successfully fought off every man who’d tried to fuck her there in the past, but now, with Dalton, the idea didn’t seem so repugnant.

Rather, the notion of submitting to him that way sounded hot.

“I don’t know, sir.”

Dalton swatted her backside again, and Delilah winced at the impact.

“Don’t lie to me, Delilah.” His voice was almost a growl.

She flustered, wishing suddenly that she could just get up and talk to him, but her face was flush against the couch, her legs immobilized by Dalton’s body behind her. “I’m not lying!” she insisted. “I’ve never been fucked there before.”

His fingers trailed a line softly across the curve of her arse. “Really?”

Dalton sounded surprised. Sardonic almost.

“Yes, she panted. “Sir.”

“Your cunt it is then,” he decided, pulling away from her body just enough to line the tip of his cock at her labia. “Let’s hear you beg for it.”

Delilah’s hands balled into fists at her back. Why was he making her ask again?

“And I’d suggest you don’t keep me waiting, firecracker. Or I’ll find something for that pretty arse right now.”

That made Delilah start. She’d been reassured by the way Dalton had veered away from the topic of anal sex at her admission, but the thought he might try and change his mind about that filled her with dread. “Please, sir,” she blurted. “Please fuck my pussy with your cock.”

One of his hands skimmed over the skin of her bound arms. “As you wish, beautiful.”

He impaled her then, one swift thrust that stretched and filled Delilah’s pussy in the most scintillating way. That was what she’d needed. That was what she’d waited for.

Delilah’s mouth opened, but there were no words, just a low guttural moan.

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Cassie’s Space by PK Corey

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Cassie’s Space by PK Corey!! 

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Meet Cassie, a former wild child, who meets her match, and creates the match of a lifetime. To nearly all who know her now, Cassie is a vivacious, sweet southern lady, who is the epitome of grace and proper behavior. Look a tiny bit closer and you’ll see that Cassie has another side – the one whose language could make a sailor blush as she drinks him under the table.

Thanks to her loving husband Tom, who even after thirty years of marriage, never hesitates to put Cassie over his knee when she strays too far from his view of ladylike behavior, few people other than close old friends know this side of Cassie exists.

Cassie and Tom show that love and passion are not the sole property of the young. Love and passion grows and changes with age. While aging may bring on challenges – the love and passion between these two people only grows stronger.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

The next morning, we started out shopping, new shoes, new dresses, new lingerie, the works. A small fortune later, we were primed and ready for our real shopping trip. As I parked down the street from the shop, I again warned the girls firmly, “Remember, we just happened to drive by and started laughing about going in. And before we knew it, we were inside. We never planned to go. And if pushed too far, I’ll blame it all on Sue. If Tom thinks I planned this, I’m dead meat.”

“And just why is it my idea?” Sue wanted to know.

“Like Tom’s going to think Annie or Beth came up with this idea? He’ll believe anything bad about you and you know it,” I explained patiently.

“Oh goody,” Sue chuckled. “I love making Tom mad and I’m always looking for good blackmail material.”

I ignored her as we all trooped in. I have no doubt the sales people are used to a wide variety of customers, so perhaps four ladies in their sixties didn’t shock them. However, I think by just being there, we shocked ourselves.

What an unbelievable store! I’d never been anywhere like it. We looked around, trying to take everything in at once. It wasn’t possible. I moved to check out the closest counter and laughed as Sue, Annie, and Beth all followed me in a bunch. “Back off, girls,” I told them, laughing. “I’m not going through this place in a pod.”

I just can’t begin to tell you what all we saw. We laughed like children as we pointed out one item after another to each other. Everything was so crude and vulgar. I couldn’t help but laugh. I definitely could never picture Tom in a place such as that store. I knew if he ever found out about some of what I saw, he would toast my butt for setting foot in such a place.

One thing I did learn about adult toys, heaven help me, but everything vibrated! I saw walls of more vibrating toys than I could ever have imagined. We’d entered a treasure trove of vibrators, lotions, paddles, crops, floggers, whips, cuffs, chains, and various novelties.

We also saw a plethora of items I suppose were to take the place of a man if you don’t have one of your own. This realization didn’t shock me, but the life-sized crystal sculptures of this particular part of the male anatomy amazed me. They were absolutely beautiful, but surely they were only meant as art and not for, umm… use. But where on earth would one display such works of art?

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After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 

 I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My Cal’s Law series, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together. 

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Taunted is Live!

Blue Monday has officially ended for another year and in its wake I bring great news— Taunted is now LIVE!

It’s the second book in Dalton’s tale, and the next instalment in The Dark Necessities universe.

 

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Check out this steamy excerpt from Taunted—I can’t wait for you to read this book!

Delilah was perfect. Hell, she’d always been delectable, the very definition of temptation, but having her bound and spread for him this way was a vision. More than Dalton could have dreamed of. More than he deserved.

Dalton rose from the place he’d secured her ankles to drink in the sight of the redhead bound to his St. Andrew’s cross and he could only conclude what he already guessed. Delilah was all his Christmases come at once.

“How are those nipples now?” Intentionally, he arched a single brow at her while he asked and relished the way she physically strained against the cuffs in response.

“They ache, s-sir.”

“Too much?” Dalton closed the distance between them, his cock growing at the way Delilah’s gaze widened.

“I don’t think so. Sir.” She bit her lip.

“So, you like them.” He was pleased. “I knew you would.”

“I like the dull ache,” she confessed with a fresh blush. “But I don’t know if I can cope with one at my clit, sir.”

Dalton grinned at her words. “Oh, you’ll cope, little girl,” he assured her in that knowing tone he knew irritated her as much as it drove her wild.

Delilah loathed being patronized and her thoughts confirmed that was how she interpreted the tone, yet still, his authoritative, condescending act would be making her wetter than he’d ever achieved before. She was one fiery, incredible contradiction.

“Will I, sir?” The bluster of the woman he’d first met was almost completely subdued now. Delilah’s eyes conveyed her inner feelings at the prospect of having her pussy pegged and it was clear the thought terrified her.

“Yes, you will.” He stroked the side of her face gently. “Want to know how I can be so sure, little girl?”

Delilah gulped. No. “Yes, sir.”

He smirked while the inner war raged in Delilah. “Because I know you want to keep being my good little girl.”

Dalton paused, ensuring he was staring directly into her astonishing gaze before he continued. “Don’t you, Delilah?”

She pulled in a shaky breath, blinking away what looked like the first show of emotion at his verdict. “Y-yes, sir.”

His hand stilled, slipping to the underside of her chin and propping her head in place. Now he had all of Delilah ‘s attention. Every single part of the woman was trapped in his bondage. She was his. “And the way to keep being my good girl is to do as you’re told.”

Delilah pressed her lips into a hard line. She was trying to get a handle on her scattered thoughts, but apparently failing.

“Do you recall what I asked from you at the outset of this session?”

Slowly, she nodded.

“Words, please.” Dalton’s voice was soft, but it left her no room to maneuver. She was going to surrender to his will, whether she wanted to or not.

“Yes, sir.”

Dalton’s cock strained at the sound of her compliance. He would never get bored of hearing those words from Delilah’s lips. That much was guaranteed. “Impress me then.”

He smiled as he went on. “Show me that you have been paying attention.”

“You asked me to obey you.” Delilah’s voice trembled at the reply. “And trust you, sir.”

“And you have,” Dalton agreed, leaning down to brush his mouth. “You’ve been wonderful, little girl.”

Their gazes met again. “I want to be.” She looked on the verge of tears.

“You. Are.”

Silence fell over them while Dalton allowed that thought to permeate.

“All I want now is for more of the same.”

Delilah nodded her head, a half smile lighting her face. “I’ll try.”

And in that moment, Dalton knew she would. He was aware of what a privileged position he found himself in. Delilah submitted herself willingly to no man, neither Morley, nor Hyland, nor anyone else in the past. She’d never given either of those odious fools anything she wasn’t absolutely compelled and coerced to give. She’d never wanted either of them, and she sure as hell hadn’t consented to anything like this. Whatever her life had been before she exploded into the line at Diablo, and as things stood, Dalton suspected, he only knew the half of it, Delilah had never given in to her fantasies.

She’d never surrendered.

Until now.

“Thank you.” He pressed his mouth into her plaint lips, tasting the flavor of the woman that sent fire to his blood without even having to try.

 

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Mistletoe in the City by Amber Daulton

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Mistletoe in the City  by Amber Daulton!! 

 

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Krista Hartley never expected the unrequited love of her life, the irresistible Derek Weston, to work as the groundskeeper at the apartment building she just moved into. They barely spoke in high school but now, three years after graduation, they tore at each other’s clothes and jumped into bed together at every opportunity. After all, how could a hot-blooded woman say no to a sexy man with an eyebrow ring, a dragon tattoo and a deadly swagger?

A Christmas miracle drew Krista back into Derek’s life. He kissed her for the first time under mistletoe, pampered her with romantic candlelight dinners and memorized every inch of her delectable body with his tongue. He refused to let his dream girl slip through his fingers again but then another woman threatened their whirlwind romance. Hurt once before, Krista broke off their relationship and then Derek made a drunken mistake that could destroy their love forever. With just days to Christmas, he vowed to win back her heart and trust, and prove his innocence once and for all.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Derek’s frown deepened. “I don’t mean to sound like a dick, but why are you so insecure? You’re a beautiful woman. Don’t you know that? Didn’t that idiot Clint tell you so every day?” 

Tears welled in her eyes. No, he didn’t. Krista used all her willpower to not brush her hands across her face. 

He gently grasped her chin. The sincerity in his smile and in the depths of his gorgeous ocean-blue eyes nearly unraveled the tight control she held over her emotions. “You could never disappoint me.” His fingers tightened on her chin as he lowered his mouth to hers. A sigh of relief left her lungs and then Derek moaned as though he’d swallowed her breath of air. She whimpered as he pulled back and retreated to the edge of the bed. He kicked off his boots and socks, jerked off his sweater and the thick muscles in his back and shoulders bulged with his quick movements. 

Her eyes widened as he stood and turned around to face her. “Oh my God.” 

Derek paused as he unbuckled his belt and arched his sexy pierced eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re disappointed.” 

Krista shook her head. “God, no. Have you seen yourself? You’re definitely bigger than I remember. No doubt about it.” She crawled higher up the bed and fluffed a few pillows as an all-male grin spread across his whiskered face. “The tattoo is a surprise, though.” 

He glanced down at the colorful dragon tattoo that curled around his left bicep. “I plan to get full sleeves eventually but tats are expensive.” He flexed his arm and the dragon doubled in size. “I’ve also thought about piercing my nipples.” 

Her gaze dropped to his chest. “Go for it. You’re only young once.” She licked her lips. “What you already have is hot, but I’m sure more would make you ever hotter.” 

He wiggled his eyebrows. “I’m happy you like it.” He stripped away his jeans and boxers and then gripped his thick penis in his palm. “Do you like this?” 

She nodded, her words lodged in her throat. He grabbed his jeans, withdrew a condom from his wallet and ripped open the crinkly package with his teeth. She watched carefully, almost in awe, as he fit the latex snug over his shaft. Not innocent by a long shot, but not experienced either, Krista struggled to breathe as he pumped his cock and stared at her with downcast eyes. Derek returned to the bed, trailed his hand slowly up her leg and stroked the dark hair that protected her labia. She spread her knees and her eyes fluttered as he teased her clit with his fingers. She stretched her arms above her head to grasp the metal headboard and then arched her back as he dipped his face down to tongue her labia.

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About the Author

Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. Amber lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats.

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Viking Surrender – Brandr by Ashe Barker

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Viking Surrender – Brandr  by Ashe Barker!! 

 

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Forced to wed the fierce Viking warlord in order to save her people, Eithne has no choice but to surrender to her powerful and terrifying husband. She submits to his stern discipline, but his tenderness takes her breath away. A man of his word, Brandr means to keep his side of their bargain and will see her village safe and protected from their enemies. But what of Eithne? Who will protect her as she learns to care for this ferocious man who now leads her people and holds her heart in his mighty hands?

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

She lay still and allowed his teasing, his gentle knowing, but she flinched and let out a sharp hiss when he pinched her nipple. The bud had hardened under his ministrations, poking against the fabric of her shift, begging to be squeezed.

He leaned over her, his weight on one elbow.

“Take this off,” he commanded.

“I…”

“Take it off. I would have you naked in our bed. Always.”

“Yes, Viking,” she murmured and knelt to draw the garment over her head. She clutched it, briefly, in front of her breasts, then tossed it to one side and raised her chin to meet his gaze.

Odin’s teeth, but she is beautiful. Brandr bit back a groan, then cupped her face between both his hands. He brushed his mouth over hers and was rewarded when she parted her lips for him. Slowly, cautiously, she raised her hands to rest them on his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. His tongue dived deep, curling, dancing with hers. Her hair was loose and fell across his hands in silky, ebony waves, then spread over the mattress as he eased her back onto the pallet.

Brandr supported his own weight on his elbows and continued to kiss her. Eithne writhed under him. She tunnelled her elegant fingers through his loosened locks and twisted the strands around her small fist as though she was afraid to let go. He broke the kiss, but only for a moment before shifting to fasten his lips around one pebbled nipple.

Eithne arched and let out a cry. Brandr sucked, scraped the sensitive bud with his teeth, then sucked harder. She wriggled and squirmed against him so, encouraged, he shifted to the other breast, at the same time using his fingers to roll and squeeze the slick, swollen nub he had abandoned.

“Viking,” she muttered, then, “Brandr.” Her voice rose as she cried out his given name.

Her arousal built, stoked as much by her fear and anxiety, her relief, perhaps, at having found a protector, and the sensation long denied since the loss of her husband. Brandr cared not what lay at the root of her surrender, but he would exploit the factors at his disposal. He reached down with his hand, stroking the soft mound of her stomach, then parting the soft wisps of hair which guarded her entrance. 

Despite her obvious pleasure in his touch, she stiffened. He paused, but only for a moment, enough to allow her to accept, to comply.

He would not force her, though she was not to know that. She relaxed, her muscles softening and she spread her thighs for him.

“Beautiful, little Pict,” he whispered into the shell of her ear. “Trust me. I will not hurt you.”

“Y-you mean to take a switch to me,” she murmured back.

“Not tonight. Tonight, I shall hear your cries for an entirely different reason.”

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Submitting to the Cattleman by BJ Wane

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Submitting to the Cattleman by BJ Wane!! 

 

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Why does doing the right thing have to be so hard?

 Leslie Collins has been asking herself that question ever since her eye-witness testimony in a murder case landed her in the Witness Protection Program far away from everything and everyone she’s ever known. Now, four years later, she struggles with growing despondency over the circumstances that prevent her from forming a relationship. When she allows her loneliness to get the better of her and indulges in a one-night stand, she never dreams her stranger will show up again at the private club she’s stayed away from for a few weeks.

Kurt Wilcox returns home to Montana to help his father recover from a stroke and hopefully mend the rift between them. He doesn’t plan on rescuing a woman from a mugging and ending up succumbing to the loneliness reflected on her face and indulging in a one-night stand. When he meets up with Leslie at his club, he refuses to let her hide her identity or her reasons for inviting a stranger into her home and bed. 

Leslie finally caves to his persistence and agrees to an affair that seems promising until she learns her identity has been comprised and an attempt on her life forces out the truth about her past. Will putting her trust in her Dom jeopardize him and his employees when she agrees to his protection, or will Kurt rid her of the threat against her, as he promises, leaving her free to embrace her own HEA?

This is book six in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary, western romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, power exchange, BDSM, and sensual scenes. If any of these bother you, please do not purchase.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Seeing a sexy Cleopatra look-alike eying him with a wide gaze, bare toes curled against the wood floor and taut nipples had drawn Kurt’s interest in a sub for the first time that night. The white toga-style dress draped over her curves emphasized the fullness of her breasts, every bump of her rigid nubs outlined against the soft material. When she’d executed an abrupt turnaround and walked away, he’d made the snap decision to snatch her up before another Dom beat him to her. 

Now, standing close enough to see her eyes were as blue as the Montana sky in summer and the shape of her face tugging at his memory banks, he wondered if she was someone he’d played with here before.

“You’re staring, Sir.”

The hint of accusation in her pert tone amused him. Kurt didn’t mind when his habit of silently sizing up a potential partner for the evening rubbed a sub the wrong way. He didn’t want someone who would let him walk all over her; just who would not only bow to his dominance, but relish whatever he tormented her with. 

“Yes, I am. I’m Master Kurt. You make a lovely Cleopatra.”

“Thank you.” A small smile curved her soft lips. “I enjoyed watching you dance.”

Even her voice rang bells and prompted him to look closer at her features below the mask. Wanting to know more about her, he replied, “And I would enjoy getting to know you better. Are you free to join me upstairs?” A cock-stirring spark lit her eyes and his quick, uncharacteristic infatuation grew. Holding out his hand, he said, “Let’s sit while you finish your beer. I could be wrong, but you look familiar. Have we paired up before tonight?”

She tugged on his hand, halting him before he took a step toward the nearest empty table. “I’d rather go straight up, if it’s all the same with you.”

The flash of need that wiped away the spark and was, he suspected, the cause of her rash decision struck another chord of familiarity in him. “Do we know each other, sweetheart?”

Her palm turned clammy under his, and her entire arm went rigid at his simple inquiry. She shifted her gaze off to the side, a telltale sign of evasiveness that triggered more suspicions. 

“No, Sir.” She looked back at him with a crooked smile. “I haven’t been here in a few weeks, but to be honest, a few of the other girls mentioned you in a very good way.”

“I’m flattered, but it would help if you’d tell me your name.” Kurt cupped her elbow and led her toward the stairs, adding, “Your real name.”

“But that will ruin the fun of remaining anonymous. Isn’t that part of the lure that prompted the Masters to plan this masquerade night?”

She had a point, he conceded, but he was ninety-nine percent sure he knew her from somewhere and was starting to suspect she didn’t want him to know that. Why, he couldn’t fathom. As they reached the loft with its dimmer lighting, reverberating soft cries and straining moans accompanying snaps against bare flesh, several ideas ran through his head on how to pull the truth from her.

Facing her, he asked, “Any hard limits or an apparatus you want me to stay away from?”

“Light pain only, I’m good with any bondage and the standard color codes for safewords,” she rambled off, as if she wanted to hurry this along. He had news for her; he wasn’t the hurry sort.

Yanking her up against him, the rigid tips of her breasts pressed against his chest, her startled gasp changing to a sigh as he covered her mouth with his. Kurt meant to go slow, to savor those soft lips and her quivering body aligned with his. But she parted her mouth without urging, accepted the thrust and exploration of his tongue with welcoming enthusiasm and shivered with a low, vibrating moan when he nipped her plump, lower lip. Crushing his mouth on hers, he filled his hands with her malleable buttocks and brought her pelvis tight against his, her soft pubis a nice cushion for his hard cock. By the time he pulled back, he was more than ready to move this along. 

“Come on.” Grasping her hand, he led her toward the chain stations along the back wall. Halfway across the spacious loft, he paused at the wooden A-frame and turned to ask if she’d ever tried the newest addition to the bondage equipment. Instead, he caught her gazing at Grayson’s tender expression as he released Avery from the St. Andrew’s cross, the fleeting look of longing crossing her face sending a shock wave of instant recognition through Kurt. There was no mistaking that expression, or where he’d seen it before.

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Author Bio

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

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Desires by Daryl Devore

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Desires by Daryl Devore!!

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When secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes. Desires is Daryl Devoré’s latest hot romance.

After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn’s dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward. As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood she supplements her income with a late-night job at a strip club. Haunted by the fear of humiliation, if her secret is revealed, her life was under control until the night he walked into the club.

Peyton Lang, having run from an impoverished neighbourhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. Frustrated that his current multi-million dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a quick drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.

After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia’s worlds are about to collide.

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title FL.E.S.H. The edition has a new title, new cover and has been revised.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Peyton dropped the towel and sat next to Flame on the bed. “I think it’s time that I give you a proper good morning.”

“I think I love the sound of that.” She giggled. “Back in two secs.” She bolted across the room. A moment later she jumped back onto the bed and squirmed her perfect ass against the sheets.

He leaned forward. His lips meeting hers, softly at first, but passion bubbled, and their tongues danced about each other. A jolt hit his cock as she raked her teeth across his bottom lip. He kneaded her flesh. Her erect nipples peaked out from between his fingers. When he tickled his fingertips across her nipple, she closed her eyes and sighed.

“Open your eyes. Why do women always hide? Watch me. Watch how you respond. You’re so hot. Your nipples react so—” He interrupted himself by wrapping his lips around her right rosy bud and caressing it with his tongue. “See. Look how firm and… perky it is.”

Flame giggled.

He shook his head. “Yes, I said perky. I don’t think I’ve ever used that word before, but it describes your nipples perfectly.” He leaned over and brushed a kiss across her left bud. It quivered. His lips parted. He licked her pink flesh and then slipped her nipple between his teeth, closing his lips around it.

Flame’s back arched, pressing her breast into his face. Her breaths lengthened to long, deep, contented sighs.

While he lost himself in the pleasure of her breasts, Peyton stroked her dark brown patch of hair. He tapped the insides of her thighs, asking her to open her legs. Spreading her nether lips, he slid his finger from her pussy to her clit. He caressed the sides and circled her nub.

Flame tensed. Moans rumbled in her throat. Peyton slipped a finger into her wetness and stroked her. He adjusted his position so his finger faced upward, tickling the inside of her while his thumb made random circles on top of her clit.

She gripped the sheets, pulled her knees up, and splayed them to the sides, giving him more room to manoeuver. He increased his speed and was rewarded with a moan and a first spasm. Her muscles clenched on his fingers. She gasped as her whole body tensed.

He didn’t stop. He kept a steady pace, helping her revel in her pleasure. With a shudder, she relaxed. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, he whispered, “That’s the proper way to say good morning.”

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Beware, the Pirates have landed!

Hi everyone. Whilst you’re recovering from your Christmas, I’m super excited to share that the new anthology Pirates, Passion & Plunder is now LIVE!

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Warning : Bodices will be ripped!

What’s a lady to do when she’s boarded by ruthless brigands and barbarous buccaneers, kidnapped on the lawless High Seas?

Stripped to the skin by piercing eyes.
Captive and claimed by rough, strong hands.
She knows it’s forbidden but how can she resist… a pirate’s pleasure.

Prepare for hair-raising shenanigans.
Pirates make their own rules.

Discover seventeen wicked historical romances, in ‘Pirates, Passion and Plunder’
Enter if you dare…

THE CAPTAIN’S CAPTIVE
by Victoria Vale

RAVEN
by Ashe Barker

ROGUE BOOTY
by Golden Angel

THE BLOND DEVIL OF THE SEA
by Celeste Barclay

BOUGHT BY THE BUCCANEER
by Vanessa Brooks

TAKEN BY SIN
by Sky Purington

THE SEA WOLF
by Lee Savino

EDWARD’S LAW
by Felicity Brandon

PIRATE’S RUIN
by Marie Hall

OWNED BY THE PIRATE
by Sue Lyndon and Celeste Jones

TROUBLED WATERS
by Jane Burrelli

PURSUING HER PIRATE
by Jaye Peaches

HIS STOWAWAY
by Measha Stone

HIS WICKED WAYS
by S. Cinders

CUT AND THRUST
by Simone Leigh

PIRATE’S PLEASURE
by Mariah Stone

LADY EVANGELINE’S PIRATICAL PERSUASION
by Emily Tilton

*These romances contain wildly steamy scenes which some readers may find shocking*

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Triple Naughty Christmas by Sierra Brave

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Triple Naughty Christmas by Sierra Brave!!

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Navigating the Yuletide season can be a challenge for anyone but after hosting their family Christmas celebration for more than fifteen years, forty-something mom, Trisha Marks-Davidson, believes she’s conquered Santa and tamed all of his reindeer. Anything but ordinary, Trisha’s family of seven consists of herself, her two husbands, Tommy and Ken, and their four kids. Despite their unusual situation, she’s cultivated a system for a fun-filled holiday packed with their own special traditions.

Trisha, Tommy, and Ken are pleased with the quiet, comfortable life they’ve built together but are disturbed to learn the novelty of their three-way commitment still hasn’t worn off for some members of their community even after nearly two decades. A last-minute decision to attend a neighborhood Christmas party could be the trio’s undoing. The opportunity to set the record straight is there for the taking but actions speak louder than words and temptation is all around them.

Book Four in the Triple Passion Play series can be enjoyed as a stand-alone, HEA epilogue story, but if you have read any of the other books in the series, they will add to your appreciation of the book.

Warning: This book contains graphic language and sexual situations as well as a positive depiction of a bisexual poly-relationship. If you will be offended, please do not read.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

As soon as she breached the threshold of the main room, loud moans resonated through the music, and the meaning of the sign on the door to the basement entrance became clear. They were at a swinger’s party. There were only about fifteen to twenty other people in the room besides her and her husbands, and many of them were in various stages of undress. A table close to the entrance held a large bowl of condoms and a collection of sex toys. A mattress on the floor made-up with red silk sheets and lots of pillows served as a hotbed of sexual activity. Trisha’s first instinct was to grab her men and run out of there but curiosity and her desire not to look like an idiot who lives with two men but bolts like a frightened rabbit at the first sign of an erotic display, kept her feet planted.

 “The bar is over there.” Sophie pointed out the obvious. “We have draft beer and bottles, wine or the bartender can make you a cocktail if you prefer. He’s a member too.”

 “Here.” Trisha looked around with wide eyes as she absently held up the bag containing the bottle of wine. “This is for you.”

 “How sweet! Thank you.” Sophie accepted the gift. “I want to introduce you to some of my friends.” The redhead turned her attention to Trisha’s husbands, who were practically cowering by the condom bowl. “You guys can mingle a minute, right. I’m going to steal her for a bit. Have fun!”

 As she allowed the mother of her daughter’s friend to drag her along, Trisha tossed a look back at Ken and Thomas she hoped they’d recognize as: Don’t you dare.

 Sophie brought her over to a round table where a candle burning in the middle added some extra visibility, illuminating the faces of the two women seated there. One of the ladies, a tall, middle-aged brunette sat sideways, showing off her long, shapely legs as she crossed one over the other. She had a great body, but her countenance suffered due to the pucker lines around her mouth and her pronounced crow’s feet. Trisha couldn’t place her, but she recognized her from somewhere.

 “Do you have a kid at East Elementary?” The woman asked before Sophie got around to introducing them, being too busy retrieving a corkscrew to open the wine Trisha brought.

 Trisha could feel her cheeks growing warm and red. The last thing Trisha wanted to do was discuss her kids at a sex party. “Why?”

 “Sherry, ixnay on the ids-a,” The other dark-haired woman at the table tried her hand at pig Latin, “You know the rules—no talk of the little ones. It kills the mood.”

“Sorry, I know. It’s just, you look familiar. I’m the cafeteria manager there.” Sherry looked Trisha up and down as she spoke, her eyes lingering on her breasts. Trisha smiled and nodded at the woman’s explanation without commenting on her own family.

 “Now don’t go frightening my girl away, Sherry.” Sophie chuckled as she slipped a necklace of red beds around Trisha’s neck. “Red means stop. No one will go after you until you take them off.” After placing an arm around Trisha, Sophie rubbed her hip. Trisha tensed, her tummy turning a flip.

 “This beauty is Trisha, and both of those two hotties over there are hers.” Sophie’s thick eyebrows lifted way up on her forehead as she gestured to Ken and Thomas at the bar.

A dark-haired woman whistled in admiration. She was an exotic-looking beauty, likely Hispanic, with a tan skin tone and big, brown eyes. Her features were perfectly spaced with high cheekbones and full lips. Her unbuttoned blouse revealed a red, lace bra, and her messy hair radiated an aura screaming she’d recently been fucked.

“I’m Regina.” The beautiful lady held Trisha in her gaze as Sophie filled her glass with her free hand. Trisha extended her hand and her new acquaintance shook it firmly.

 “Regina’s a personal trainer.” Sophie’s voice resonated in Trisha’s ear as she waited for Regina to let go of her. “Her boyfriend is my husband’s law partner.” Regina began to caress Trisha’s fingers with her thumb.

 “So how does it work? Do you alternate nights or does one of them travel a lot?” Sherry jumped right in with the invasive questions, ready to settle her curiosity.

 “Um, well,” Trisha removed her hand from Regina’s grasp as she attempted to control her nerves while adjusting to the uncomfortable situation. The blunt question had thrown her off guard. Just breath. Just breath. What do you care? You’re not ashamed. She took a deep breath, clutching her hands together. “Tommy travels quite a bit, but it’s not like that.”

 “Well…how is it?” Sherry leaned forward her irises fully visible as she fixed her attention on Trisha while biting down on her bottom lip. Trisha glanced at Sophie for help, but judging by her expression, she was dying to know as well.

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It’s the first in a new DARK series…

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“You’re a fucking delight, Hannah.” Lawes’ tone was raspy. “And your performance made me so hard.”

Hannah met his eyes, the humiliation at still being bound and gagged while he roamed free burgeoning as Lawes unzipped his pants.

“Look.”

Her gaze flew to the large, eager cock that had just been unleashed, her pussy spasming in response. That was what she wanted, and Hannah knew she was easily lubricated enough to take him. Lawes fisted his cock, moving closer to Hannah’s face, the chair she was lying in began to lower even further.

“Now, it’s time to give your new master what he deserves, little girl.”

Hannah’s eyes widened while he waved his hard length before her eyes. “Sir, I—”

But her words were cut short by Lawes, who pulled her head in his direction at the same time he lunged his erection deep inside her throat. Hannah had taken plenty of cocks in her mouth, and she’d usually enjoyed the act, but it had never been anything like this. With the dental gag in place, her lips were forced wide open, and with Lawes’ large hands holding her face, there was literally nowhere to go. Hannah was restrained and completely at his mercy.

“Fuck, yes.”

He thrust deeper, and instinctively Hannah gagged around him. Just like every other part of him, Lawes’ cock was massive, especially when it was shoved so unceremoniously down the back of her throat. She pulled against her cuffs in yet another futile attempt to break free of the binds, but Hannah already knew the truth. There was no getting away from this—not while Lawes and the others wanted her here.

Not while she was gagged and bound.

Hannah blinked away the tears that had sprung at the forced blow job. She would not cry for him. She would not give him the fucking satisfaction, yet on he pressed, instigating her gag reflex on nearly every lunge.

She felt as though she couldn’t breathe, her senses filled with the taste, scent, and touch of this man she had barely even met. The room around her dulled into insignificance. Hannah had no idea if Zander was still there, or maybe one of the others had returned to witness her denigration. It didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was surviving this onslaught. As Hannah fought for breath through her nostrils, the noise of her wet, gagging throat was consuming.

“So fucking good, little girl.” His voice was a growl. “This is how you take my cock.” Lawes’ erection pressed back down into her throat. “This is how you take every cock here unless you’re told otherwise. Got it?”

His hand shifted into her hair, fisting Hannah’s dark locks as her gaze flitted, desperately trying to see his face. She wanted to tell him she understood, but there was no way to acquiesce. She could scarcely even nod her head, the ferocity of his grip eliciting a fresh streak of pain through her flesh.

“Good girl.”

Lawes’ precum leaked from the tip of his cock, and Hannah could only just make out the flavor before it was lost with the next assaulting thrust.

“I’m close.” Suddenly, his cock was gone from her throat. Hannah wanted to cough at its retreat, but the humiliating gag meant that was impossible.

Instead, Lawes fisted her hair roughly while he fisted his swollen cock over her parted lips.

“I’m going to paint you with my cum, little girl.”

Hannah blinked at him wildly, suddenly aware her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Zander’s hands were gone, and her nipples begged for more attention.

“And you’ll wear that cum for me when I move you downstairs. Wear it like a fucking badge of honor.”

The first shoot of his climax burst from his crown and landed over Hannah’s chin. Lawes edged closer, ensuring the next deposit landed directly in her open mouth. Hannah could feel it sliding down her throat, and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to prevent its journey. Leaning closer, Lawes directed the next burst of hot cum across her eyes, and Hannah’s lids closed just in time, the warmth of the cum strange on her skin when her eyes fluttered open again.

“Fuck.”

He fisted the remainder of his orgasm around her lips, smearing the cum into her skin as the obviously powerful climax washed over him. Taking a deep breath, Lawes retreated, tucking his cock away before he assessed Hannah.

“Very good, little girl.” His voice was softer now. “You just had your first lesson in what awaits you here.”

Reaching for her mouth, his fingers slid inside and pressed deep into her throat.

“That’s the taste of our combined arousal.”

Her eyes widened. Hannah could tell his fingers were almost as deep as his cock had been.

“Can you taste it?”

She nodded her head now that his grip on her hair had been released, gargling her reply as best she could.

Lawes grinned in response. “I want you to recall how it tastes. Can you do that?”

Hannah nodded again. Her heart felt like it was in her mouth, along with the awful gag and half the contents of his testicles. The power this man had over was downright terrifying, but it was also tantalizing. She’d hated the way he’d forced his cock down her throat, yet she’d also loved it. Everything about Lawes was one giant contradiction—much like her messed-up reaction to him.

He leaned closer, his fingers still lodged in her throat. “This is the first of many great duets between you and me, little girl.”

She panted at that.

“But there will never be another first, and I want us both to remember it.”

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Hey everyone. I’m super excited to share that Jerrik will be a part of a Black Friday sale. Be sure to click the link below to grab your copy of him today!

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Check out this steamy excerpt from Jerrik!

“You can make it up to me later,” he demanded as he sauntered towards the place where she was still kneeling. “After I have punished you for defying me.”

Brigid panted at Jerrik’s assertions, and she drew in a deep breath, as if to compose herself. “I know I am your wife now,” she murmured in response. “But I am also a grown woman, Jerrik, and a mother. I cannot have you punishing me, especially in front of Bram.”

Her tone was laced with just a hint of insolence, and it was enough to stir his already unsatisfied cock.

“You no longer have the choice,” he reminded her flatly. “You’re my responsibility now, Brigid, and our children will be of my heritage. Your defiance will be punished. It is how us Vikings deal with such things.”

She dropped the vegetables and rose unsteadily to her feet. Brigid was trembling, and Jerrik wondered if it was fear that inspired the gesture, or something else. It had been some time since Brigid had been mastered, and he was starting to wonder if her first husband had ever truly done the job. He sensed there was a part of her that wanted to yield to someone stronger than herself, but the woman had spent so long being responsible for herself and Bram, she seemed to be struggling with the new power dynamic. Jerrik could understand that. He needed to guide her.

“What will you do?” she whispered, gazing up at him with anxious eyes.

Jerrik smiled, moving towards her and taking one of those small, cold palms in his hands. “Nothing severe,” he promised. “Just enough to remind you of your place.”

“The b-birch?” she stammered, barely able to articulate the final word.

Evidently, his little wife had quite the fear of the birch, and he mused that it would be worth remembering that for future misdemeanours, of which he was sure they would be a great many.

“No,” he assured her. “Not this time.”

Brigit exhaled in apparent relief. “Then what?”

Jerrik shook his head with a grin. “I had intended to surprise you with the penance later,” he said, dropping his tone as he inched towards her body. 

“Please,” she replied, craning her neck to look up into his eyes. “I’ve never done this before, Jerrik. Bram’s father never…”

She paused, lowering her gaze.

“He never punished you?” Jerrik offered.

He wasn’t well versed in Pict traditions, but it seemed ludicrous that the man had done nothing to love or guide his spouse at all.

“He never really did anything to me,” she replied with a sigh. “Apart from the obvious—usually when he had consumed too much mead. So long as I fed him on time, he generally left me be.”

“I see.” Jerrik’s tone had lowered in response to Brigid’s description. He was pleased he would never have to meet this man and make him atone for his incompetence. It seemed as though there was already enough to be done.

“You’ll find I am quite a different proposition,” he told her. “I have high expectations of you, Brigid, but I will repay your effort with my sword and dagger which will protect and provide for you, and with my body, which will honour you. I’m sure you know to what I speak, but if there was any doubt, then I hope the last evenings have reassured you?”

Brigid sucked her lower lip between her teeth at Jerrik’s words. It was clear she did remember their unions of consummation. “Yes,” she replied in a breathy tone. “I should like more of that.”

Her face flamed at the admission, and he chuckled at her embarrassment. “And you shall have it,” he told her. “Just as you shall bear my punishment.”

She swallowed, but in those hazel eyes there was a flicker of acknowledgement. “Aye, well,” she murmured. “I will try and yield, Jerrik, yet I think I am out of practise.”

Jerrik grinned at the concession. “A good, hard, bare-bottomed spanking over my knee should help you to remember,” he drawled. “Do you not think?”

Her breaths were coming out in short, fast pants. “A spanking?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

Brigid closed her eyes at his edict. “Then please, Jerrik, do not make me endure it in front of my son. This is new to him also.”

Jerrik appraised her pained expression with interest. He’d never even contemplated the child witnessing her penance until now; in fact, until this morning, he’d never even contemplated having a child before.

“We shall find something to amuse him this afternoon,” he decided, raising his hand to gently tilt her chin in his direction. 

The touch of his hand at her face drew Brigid’s eyes open in an instant, and for a long moment, their eyes locked.

“And once we are alone, you will learn how to submit, wife.”

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Holiday Hope by Libby Campbell

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Holiday Hope by Libby Campbell!!

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Hannah Hansen is only hoping for one thing this Christmas: someone to share her life. She’s not asking for the hottest male model, but please Santa, could he be a little bit alpha? Sensitive new age guys make great friends, but men who are decisive and slightly bossy make her tingle all over.

Then handsome, rich Steve Shewchuk invites her to be his last-minute, plus one at a wedding. Hannah’s hopes soar as Steve’s definitely the dominant type. But before their date is off the ground, Hannah realizes she has made a mistake. Steve’s veneer of an appealing alpha personality hides his thoughtless self absorption. In response to a call from the distressed bride-to-be, he drops Hannah a block from the church, forcing her to walk through a driving rainstorm alone.

Hannah arrives at the church, soaked to the skin, with her expensive hairdo ruined. She realizes her hopes for a future with Steve have washed down the drain along with her mascara.  When the groom, charming Charles Descôteaux helps her in her moment of distress, there is an instant, electrical connection between them.

Could Charles be the assertive man she’s been hoping for? When Charles needs her help, will she be brave enough to rally to his side?

This book is offered free as a thank you to everyone who reads my books. Happy holidays however you spend them.

Disclaimer: Holiday Hope is intended for mature readers. 18 and over only! Scenes include spanking adult women, power exchanges, and explicitly sexual situations. These scenes are fantasies only, suitable for discerning readers. If such content may offend, please do not buy this book. 

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Wide-eyed with disbelief, people looked from Hannah to Charles back again. A few smiled, enjoying the dramatic change in events. The bride’s family in the front rows on the other side of the church glared at Hannah.

A slow grin crept over Charles’s face. 

“Quite right,” Charles said, sliding his finger around the collar of his shirt again. “I’ve spoken to the Halsey Club and told them to move up the program for tonight. They are expecting the first of our guests to start arriving shortly. There is an open bar. Hors d’oeuvres are being prepared as I speak. A band has been booked so there will be dancing after one of the club’s legendary dinners. Hannah and I hope you will join us.”

A few people stood and pushed toward them, but Charles held onto Hannah’s hand. “We’ll see you at the Halsey Club,” he said and turned off the microphone. Robert was signaling them from the chapel, so Charles led Hannah there at a quick trot. 

The three of them ran out into the rain and Robert pointed down the block. “I’m parked back there. Run for it.”

Charles was careful not to run any faster than Hannah could manage, and she appreciated that he understood how pumps, even with low heels, slowed a person down. Robert got to the four-door sedan before them and opened both the passenger door and backseat door before hopping behind the wheel. 

Charles closed the passenger door and ushered Hannah into the backseat. Then he ran around and climbed in beside her from the driver’s side. He tapped Robert’s shoulder, “To the Halsey Club, James.”

Then he threw his head back and gave one long hoot of laughter. He brought Hannah’s hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “Who are you and what the hell did you just do?”

Hannah saw Robert glance at her in the rearview mirror, waiting for her answer. 

“I’m Hannah Hansen. Mild-mannered accountant by day, undiscovered improv genius and agent provocateur by night.”

“What’s an agent provocateur?” Robert asked. 

“No idea,” Hannah said, enjoying being so close to Charles tall muscular body.

“A general shit disturber.” Charles closed his hands around hers. “You’re shivering.”

“Can’t deny it,” Hannah said. “I’ve been soaked twice in one night. That tends to make me cold.”

When Charles wrapped a muscular arm around her shoulder, she felt instantly warmer, as though he’d pulled her into a protective force field.

Robert said, “I don’t know what possessed you to get up and claim responsibility for canceling the wedding, but I personally want to thank you. Charles was going to wing it but if he’s not talking about the night sky, he can be a very boring speaker. We could still be in the church waiting for him to stutter out answers while people grilled him.”

“When you’ve got a restless crowd, you have to get in front of them,” Hannah said. “Your parents were kind of freaking out. I thought it might help if I drew all the fire onto me. So I started improvising. And I hinted at love spurned because everyone loves a romance. Everyone who has a heart that is.”

Charles chuckled. “But they’re going to know it’s not true. I only just met you.”

“But they won’t figure that out immediately. And now they’ve got a bit of a mystery too. Everyone loves a mystery. Well everyone who has the slightest bit of curiosity does.”

“What were you going to say to the gathered masses, big brother? Got any ideas?” 

“Not offhand,” Charles admitted. “But I’m sure if I stood there long enough, I would have thought of something.”

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Author Bio

My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.

Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club. 

Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.

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

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Guess which BAD Daddy is LIVE?

Hello everyone. I’m super excited to share the news that Mastered by Daddy is now LIVE! You can now purchase the next installment in the Dark Daddy series. 🙂

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Check out this steamy excerpt from Mastered by Daddy—I cannot wait for you to read this book!

Sophie’s gaze was back on the colossal black structure in the corner of the room, her eyes widening as she devoured the sight of the thing. Her brow furrowed. “What is that, Daddy?”

Jared licked his lips, inching toward her. “I’m glad you asked, Sophie, because that is a present for you. It’s a playpen.”

She gasped, an audible sound that seemed to echo around the room. “For me, Daddy?”

This time he couldn’t help but smile. “You had your question, little girl,” Jared reminded her. “But let me explain. Daddy’s desk is just over there.”

Jared gestured toward the expensive black desk sitting in the opposite corner and Sophie’s gaze followed his to acknowledge it. “You see it?”

There was no need to ask. She clearly saw it, but Jared was relishing the look of Sophie down there on her knees, trying to piece the whole sordid picture together in her head. Frankly, her confusion was making him hard again.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s where Daddy works, and unfortunately baby, there are some things I have to do even though you’re here with me.”

Sophie craned her neck to meet his gaze again, and for a second, there was silence while they assessed each other’s faces.

“And when I do, I need to keep an eye on you. Of course, I could leave you tied in your room, but I’d rather have you with me.”

A tiny whimper escaped her lips as the penny began to drop. “I-in there?”

Jared smirked at her reaction. The more Sophie looked, the more she was no doubt identifying all those perfect little additions Jared had included in the pen. The structure was like any other playpen, but this was made of metal and effectively had a roof—a construction that would seal Sophie inside and keep her safe if he needed to leave her momentarily.  Jared didn’t want to call it a cage—Sophie wasn’t an animal, and he didn’t want her to see herself that way—but, she was his captive now, and he needed to contain her. Whether she liked it or not. That meant that when she was inside, it wouldn’t just be the metal erection that constrained her, but the chains and cuffs he’d secured in there, too. If she was a good girl, then perhaps, Sophie could be free to roam inside sometimes, but on the whole, he wanted her bound.

Bound and wet and needy—just the way she was meant to be.

“Yes, little girl.” Jared fixed her with an intentionally determined stare. “That’s where you go.”

Sophie’s shocked gaze fell over the pen again and she started to pant even harder.

“Do you like it?” He raised an eyebrow with the question and watched as she flustered.

“Daddy, I…” She bit down hard on her lower lip. “Why? Why do I need to go in there?”

Jared chuckled. “To keep you safe baby,” he purred. “And I think you used your question already, didn’t you?”

Sophie inhaled, her hands visibly shaking.

“Go and take a look, little girl.” He lowered, pressing his palm into the small of her back and encouraging Sophie toward the thing until she shuffled forward, the chain jangling between her feet.

“Oh God!” She pressed her palms to her mouth when they moved nearer.

“Isn’t it lovely?” Jared’s tone was sardonic, but there was truth in it, too.

The pen was beautifully crafted and completely bespoke. It had taken some weeks to build and hadn’t been cheap, but as Jared approached the structure now, it had all been worth it. He’d had the thing lined with soft white faux fur and satin, so his little girl would be snug inside, but inside she would be.

Sophie turned back to regard him. “I can’t.” Her voice was shaky. “I can’t. Please, Daddy. Please don’t make me go in there!”

If there had been any doubt about how much of a sick fuck Jared was, this was the moment that crystalized it for him. Sophie was a beautiful woman, and on the whole since he’d taken her, she’d been reasonably compliant, yielding to him wonderfully, but all of that changed nothing. Even though there was real terror dancing in her eyes, no compassion stirred in Jared. In fact, as he rose back to his full height and gazed down at her, the only thing stirring was his lust. He loved that flicker of panic he noticed, the way her breathing had accelerated and the fact she was having trouble getting the words out. He relished the adorable flush of her cheeks and the way her limbs trembled. It was perfect and it was turning him on.

“You’re going in, Sophie.” Jared’s tone was stern. “You know you are.”

Her face crumpled while her gaze flitted between the pen and the man who was going to force her into it. “But—”

“But nothing,” he interrupted. “We both know you’re going to do as you’re told, so there really is only one question, little girl.”

Jared’s voice thundered around the room and Sophie startled. “Are you going to obey the rules and be Daddy’s good girl, or do I need to make you go in?”

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The Gift by Daryl Devore

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is The Gift by Daryl Devore!!

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Daryl Devore’s latest is a sweet whimsical romance with a touch of mystery

Darcy O’Calahann, a junior gardener from a small mid-western town, is trying to make her way in the big city. After a stranger asks a mysterious question, Darcy finds a red tulip inside her locked gardening shed.

Shamus McTavis is a wealthy bachelor with a mysterious family past. But more surprising is his resemblance to the stranger who offered her the red tulip.

Are Darcy’s eyes playing tricks on her? Is she losing her mind? Or is there really a red tulip trying to link Shamus and her together?

Note- This book was previously published under the author’s pen name – Victoria Adams

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Do you believe in magic? I am beginning to think I do. It can be the only possible explanation for my story? 

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“When was the last time you were offered the gift of a red tulip?”

I turned to see who spoke while I wondered if he was addressing me. A man sat on a park bench, dressed in a dark suit, with a bowler hat, holding a cane and his head bowed. I shifted to continue along the path,  and when his face lifted I found myself gaping at two glowing green eyes.

“When was the last time you were offered the gift of a red tulip?”

I blinked, trying to look away from those mesmerizing orbs. A mixture of fear and intrigue fluttered in my belly. “Uh, never. I mean, no one has ever offered me a tulip.”

“A red tulip.”

“Okay, no one has ever offered me a red tulip.” Uneasiness slithered through me. “Nice chatting with you.” 

Smiling, I scurried down the path leading away from the park bench and towards the gardener’s shed. With Jacobs being sick today, I had to hurry to get the last of the flower beds cleaned and prepared for spring plantings. The past winter had been bitter. It seemed tree branches and mouse damage wreaked havoc on every one of the one hundred and sixteen different flowerbeds.

I slipped my key into the lock, opened the shed door, stepped inside and shut it behind me. The fragrance of old wood, potting soil and gas fumes brought a tickle to the back of my throat. Closing my eyes, I allowed myself a moment to indulge in the beauty of his eyes. Emerald green. As brilliant as the gems locked among the diamonds at Tiffany’s. Not that I shop there. Couldn’t possibly afford anything on a junior gardener’s salary, but I do fantasize when wandering the aisles.

What would it be like to be with a man like that? For those few moments in his presence, I was unable to think. My breath caught in my lungs. My palms were slick with beads of sweat. I shook my head, opened my eyes, and tugged the ever-present hair tie off my wrist. “Get over yourself, Darcy. A man like that wants a supermodel who can slink around on eight-inch heels. Not someone who digs in the dirt all day.”

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The Gift is my latest re-release. It‘s an whimsical episodic novella that was the final result of a flash fiction period I went through. I can be a bit long winded. I needed to learn to cut my word count. I joined a group that wrote a weekly story that was based on a limited number of 1,000 words and had to include some of the offered prompts. Some were words – extinct, a piece of paper with a single line on it, or the twelfth of never. Others were pictures – a red tulip, blue DNA or a kiss. 

I realized this story was written similarly to stories that were printed weekly in the newspapers of old. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle presented Hounds of the Baskervilles this way – with weekly installments. Brilliant idea. The newspaper sales that would generate as people got into the story. So instead of adjusting to fit the story to more modern thinking, I left it in the episodic form.

There are elements of mystery, playfulness and romance which tie up at the very end. But I did leave a deliberate hole for the readers to fill. If you read the story and wish to discuss with me what you think was on the ground – daryl.devore@yhoo.ca or @daryldevore.


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Bound to the Admiral by Libby Campbell

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Bound to the Admiral by Libby Campbell!!

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When her parents choose a gruff, battle-hardened admiral as her mate and give her no say at all in the matter, twenty-one-year-old Princess Gael does not hesitate to make her displeasure known. Despite her protests, however, her old-fashioned yet undeniably sexy husband-to-be wastes no time in taking her over his knee and baring her bottom for a painful, embarrassing spanking when she defies him during an ancient ceremony intended to celebrate their union.
Fleet Admiral Kai Grenville has no doubt that taming his beautiful, feisty new mate will be a battle, but it is a battle he intends to win. If that means paddling Gael’s beautiful backside bright red with her panties stuffed in her mouth to teach her what happens to sassy mates, then so be it.
Though she does her best to remain indignant about her situation and Kai’s willingness to chastise her as often and as shamefully as he feels it necessary, Gael cannot deny her body’s response to his dominance, and when he claims her the pleasure is more intense than she would have thought possible. But with a plague ravaging their world and Gael’s reckless behavior putting her in danger, can Kai find a way to conquer her heart while also keeping her safe?

This standalone novel has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone or as part of the series.
Publisher’s Note: Bound to the Admiral includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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On the writing desk in Kai’s chamber lay a gift package. Wrapped in pale blue silk and tied with a midnight blue ribbon, it was clearly paddle-shaped. Paddles were a common joining gift in Senne. They were sold in shops along with binding ribbons and other ceremonial keepsakes. Gael knew that some couples treated them as a joke, leaving them in a drawer with pretty garters and other souvenirs. She’d seen some proudly displayed on mantelpieces beside family photos. But she never thought anyone would have the audacity to give her one. She didn’t often use her title and position to avoid unpleasantness, but she would have now if she could.

Kai handed it to her and the weight of it made her catch her breath. It was exactly what she feared. She read the small tag that hung from the midnight blue ribbon. To Princess Gael and Admiral Kai with every good wish for a happy union.

“You may open it,” he said, watching her intensely. 

With an enormous effort she forced her demeanor to remain neutral, not wanting the dread surging through her to register on her face. “Who is it from?” she asked, grateful that her hands weren’t shaking as she undid the bow.

“You’ve seen the tag. You know as much as I do. My guess is that it must be from someone close to you, someone who knows how difficult it’s going to be for you to settle into a joined life for four years.” The corners of his mouth lifted in a knowing smile.

Gael stared at his resolute, unreadable face, wondering how she would manage for the duration of their mateship. Four years. That’s how long the vows would bind them. It might as well be forever. 

When the silk fell away, she held a long-handled ochre-colored paddle. One side of the round head was decorated with Celtic knots. The other side had the words naughty girl carved into it backwards. She puzzled over it, tracing the letters with her index finger.

“It’s written in reverse so that when it’s properly used, at length and on the same spot, those words will be paddled into your backside.” Kai said coolly. 

Gael shoved the package at him, trying to step away.

He caught her by the wrist and his huge hand engulfed hers. Once again, his muscular fingers imprisoned her wrist as effectively as an iron manacle. She was helpless against his superior strength. Worse still, the memory of how those powerful hands had lit her backside on fire and drenched her pussy weakened her at the knees.

“Don’t make your fate any worse that it is already,” he said, his voice soft.

Gael looked around the room, wide-eyed, as if an escape portal might magically appear. 

Kai nodded at the paddle. “This is a fine gift. We must use it immediately for good luck.” He sat on the end of the bed, drawing her close to him.

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Author Bio

My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.

Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club. 

Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.

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

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Lord Kendrick’s Obligation by Alyssa Bailey

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Lord Kendrick’s Obligation by Alyssa Bailey!!

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He wants a lady of quality on his arm, a mistress in his bed, and a princess to pamper.

When the time’s right. When he’s ready. When he finds her. But not yet. Lord Anthony Kendrick has obligations he fulfills daily but there is one he has yet to address; finding a wife and begetting heirs. All in due time. Without warning, he discovers the very woman he has been waiting for in his drawing-room, and she needs what he can offer. If he were ready and if she were to agree. 

Lady Genevieve Jacobson does not want to marry now, if ever. Her relatives disagree and pressure her to accept the offer of a man thirty years her senior. As the eldest, she is obligated to marry before her sister. Ginny refuses to comply. Suddenly her freedom and her very life is at stake. She must make some dangerous choices if she is to have any say in her future happiness. 

When Kendrick finds Ginny has taken matters in her own hands and put herself in mortal danger, he decides the time is right to claim her. Even if she doesn’t agree.

This is book four in the Lords and Little Ladies series but reads as a standalone.

Publisher’s Note: This historical romance contains elements of mystery, suspense, action, adventure, power exchange, and sensual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

The male bellow startled Genevieve and contrary to his instructions not to move, she did just that and found herself sliding down the tree trunk at a rapid pace. She cried out but was caught before her feet hit the ground. Her fright caused her breathing to become heavy and her chest heaved. The very man who had yelled at her was holding her close to his bosom and he smelled nice. Clean and spicy. His heart was pounding in his chest softly thumping against hers. So good. 

When she caught her breath enough to pull back from the man, she saw it was Lord Kendrick. ‘Bloody hell’ was right. He was blazing in his anger. Before she could think another thought, he was sitting on the stump, she was over his knee and he was pounding out a stern message on her nates. With her skirts still in her waistband, it took only a little movement of cloth to give him unobstructed access to her bared bottom. 

“Oh, sir, please stop. I-I am extremely sorry to have climbed your tree. Ahh, I had to grab the kitten.” 

She ended her explanation in a screech as he continued to land slap after painful smack on her upturned bottom without slowing. Her rear was hot and tingling and it hurt something awful. Ginny hadn’t been spanked in over a decade. What was he about? 

“What a damned fool thing to do. You could have been hurt, paralyzed, or died from that distance. Don’t you ever put yourself in a dangerous position like that again! Damn the kitten. He would have come down, eventually.” His slaps had lessened until he was merely rubbing her nates as she sniffled. It felt wicked and delicious. She thought being mischievous might not be such a bad thing in some cases. 

“That hurt,” she said in a dazed reproach as though she couldn’t quite believe his actions. 

“Yes, it was supposed to hurt. You are lucky you aren’t mine or we would still be addressing your unsafe behavior.” 

He placed her on his knee and pulled her close not allowing her to pull away. Soon she softened her stiff muscles and was snuggling in as she sniffled. “I didn’t like that.” 

“No, I don’t imagine you did. Papas tend to bring an undeniable ache when they are applying discipline. It was to teach a lesson. Did you learn it?” 

“Yes,” she said as he stood her up and helped to put her skirts at their proper placement. “Never visit Eaton Cross when you or papas are in residence.” 

Kendrick laughed. “Yes, that would be one way to apply the lesson but not the best, surely. The other is to heed my words and not put yourself in harm’s way.” When Genevieve didn’t respond he continued, “Promise me.” 

“What?” she asked as she began straightening her gown. 

He now sounded like rolling thunder. “You heard me. You will not purposely put yourself in danger. Promise me or so help me, I shall begin again and if I do, it will be a while before you sit comfortably.” She swore he growled. 

Staring at him, she couldn’t believe the wild way her body was reacting to his obscene manner and words. Her lady bits were slippery. Rolling down her thighs? No, it couldn’t be. How utterly embarrassing! As much as the spanking, this was embarrassing because it happened due to the situation. The spanking. The stern words. Accountability. What was happening to her? And God help her, she wasn’t sure she wanted it to stop. And papa? Why did that word tease her even more intensely?

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USA Today and #1 International best-selling author of historic and contemporary romances, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. Along with her husband, she lives where the sky meets the rainforest; the forest meets the mountains that touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Alyssa loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. She takes from her own experiences, often scrambling events from her life with her imagination, ensuring the fictitious worlds she creates seem real and draw you in.

She loves writing power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and loving men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices is a common theme and of course, there’s always a happily ever after.  

If she can throw a little humor, or suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters live amongst historical lords and ladies, in the contemporary realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working cowboys and fiercely romantic Indians. 

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Alien Tribute by Lee Savino & Golden Angel

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Who knew that reading sexy alien romances could lead to abduction?

Or that aliens could cure my cancer? Not me. But here I am, the bride-to-be for an alien warrior, just like the heroine in the book I was reading in my hospital bed on Earth.

Except the surly warrior who’s supposed to claim me doesn’t want a mate.

Disclaimer: The authors are not responsible for any actual alien abductions that may result as a consequence of your purchase of this book.

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In addition to being an author, Lee Savino is a mom and a chocoholic. She’s written a bunch of books, all smexy romance. Smexy = smart + sexy.

Angel is a self-described bibliophile with a “kinky” bent who is happily married, old enough to know better but still too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and heroines, and sizzling chemistry.

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Cameron & Rylan by Valerie Ullmer

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Cameron & Rylan by Valerie Ullmer!!

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Cameron Hayes believed himself to be a dedicated friend and a good son but destined to be alone. Because in his twenty-one years, he’d never fallen for anyone. Dating never appealed to him when he would rather spend a night at home. Despite his friend’s best intentions for Cameron to find a hookup for the night, he stayed at the bar as he nursed a beer. And that’s when Cameron spotted him and everything he knew evaporated with one look.

Rylan Ellis wanted one night out without complications. To forget about his overwhelming responsibilities and stress at home. He loved to lose himself in the music and ignore everyone around him. But when he happened a glance at the bar and spotted the tall, broad, and sexy-as-sin man, he felt drawn to him.

Soon, Cameron and Rylan learn about each other and establish their lives together. They also have to deal with a group of well-meaning friends, loving parents, and unexpected friendships. But most of all, a dangerous threat that could tear their lives apart.

Will a chance meeting turn into something more?

This novel contains heavy attraction at first sight and first-time gay sex between two men. There is no cheating or cliffhangers and ends with a happily ever after.

*Contains a brief mention of a prior sexual assault and violence in later scenes.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

“Are you okay?”

Rylan swallowed at Cameron’s concern and nodded.  “Are you sure you still want me to move in?” The look of concern on Cameron’s face made his throat feel tight.

“I want you safe but more than that, I want you in my life.  I still want you very much to move in with me.”

“Yes to both.  I… I want that.”

Cameron’s gaze dropped to his mouth and paused for a long minute before he met Rylan’s gaze.  “Can I kiss you?”

Oh, yes, please.

Unable to force the words past his throat, he nodded instead.

Rylan not knowing what to expect, couldn’t prevent the shiver when Cameron cupped his face.  He moaned aloud when Cameron’s lips grazed over his lower one. Cameron took his time exploring, searching and yet not deepening the kiss as he passed over Rylan’s lips with his own.

“Rylan,” Cameron breathed.

“Please.”

That one word was all it took.

“I’ve wanted nothing more.”  Cameron tilted his mouth as he pressed their lips together, causing Rylan’s entire world to tilt on its axis.

Rylan gripped Cameron’s hips tighter in his hold, pulling him closer, as Cameron slid his tongue over the seam of his lips, asking for permission to enter.  Rylan eagerly opened, savoring the taste of peppermint and black coffee as Cameron deepened the kiss and stole Rylan’s breath in the same moment.

When they broke off and dragged in deep breaths, Cameron moved his lips behind his ear before he explored Rylan’s neck.  Rylan tilted his head back, giving him access and drawing sensations from his untried body that left him throbbing.

Rylan never knew his neck and the area behind his ear would turn him into mush.  He bit his lip to prevent a moan from escaping his throat, but Cameron bit his earlobe and spoke.

“Let me hear you.”

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“Now you know how I felt the moment I spotted you on the dance floor.  For me, that’s saying something.”

Before Rylan could form a thought to reply, Cameron moved his mouth over Rylan’s and he lost himself to the sensations that shivered throughout his body.  Cameron’s growl absorbed his moan as he deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to his hard body.

Rylan’s eyes fluttered closed, unable to keep his eyes on the sexy-as-sin sight of Cameron’s flushed face.  The kiss turned into an inferno and Rylan could feel his cock swelling in his sweats and he knew if Cameron stepped closer, he would experience Rylan’s excitement first hand.

He opened for Cameron’s exploration and instead of the intense sensations of an aggressive kiss, Cameron’s slowed his movements as his tongue explored him until he was panting and all thoughts disappeared.  There were only the sensations Cameron drew from him.

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Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She’s addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character driven romances.

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Daddy is always right. #SatSpanks

This week on #SatSpanks, there is an excerpt from my brand new bestseller, Daddy’s Little Captive.

This is the first book in this series and it has already reached #1 Best Seller on Amazon. If you haven’t purchased it yet, what are you waiting on?? Grab it today!

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Jared collected the paddle he’d bought especially for Sophie. It was long, relatively wide and pink—just like every other acquisition he had made. He’d not intended to use it to spank Sophie tonight, but after her recent errors, he’d found reason to call upon the new purchase. Running the smooth surface over his palm, he determined to use the thing for the twenty additional strikes she’d earned. He closed the drawer and turned back to the woman in the corner. She was agitated again, her breaths coming in short, fast pants as her fingers splayed behind her back. Jared smiled at the sight of her, taking in the look of her wonky pigtails. He’d have to get better at arranging her hair, but Jared guessed there would be time for that.

Settling on the edge of her bed, Jared placed the paddle on the covers. He would start with his palm—like he’d planned. He’d always loved spanking women, but Sophie promised to be the best yet.

“Turn around and get over here.”

He kept his tone low and firm and she shifted on shaky legs, following his beckoning finger. Jared wasn’t angry with Sophie, in fact, at this point he was barely even irritated. He meant to teach her a lesson with the penance, but more than that, he intended to enjoy every second of punishing her peachy arse. She came to stand in front of him, her gaze low as she waited for his next instruction. Jared wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Sophie so obedient before.

And he liked it.

“What are you here for, little girl?” he demanded.

Jared hoped he wasn’t going to get some smart-arse response. Based on her evident anxiety and contrition, he doubted it, but still, he could never be sure. His experience had taught him that women reacted to this moment in different ways.

“To be spanked, Daddy.” Sophie’s voice was barely even audible.

“What was that?”

She jumped at his tone, her breasts bouncing beautifully in front of him.

“To be spanked,” she repeated, lifting her chin to risk a glance at him for the first time since she’d been summoned.

“That’s right,” he confirmed. “And why are you going to be spanked, Sophie?”

Sophie bit her lip, her eyes conveying an imploring message.

Please, don’t make me say it.

But her plea was futile, and she knew it.

Her lips parted. “Because I lied to you, Daddy.”

She sounded genuinely ashamed as she was made to admit her sins, his cock swelling at her tone.

“And what else?”

Sophie panted. “I tried to run.”

“You did run,” he corrected her.

She nodded miserably. “Yes, Daddy.”

“And why will you be receiving twenty extra swats with this?” His hand shifted to the waiting paddle.

Sophie’s eyes were as wide as saucers as she took in the sight of it. Her breathing was erratic, and it looked like she was struggling to find any composure. “Because I said I was big,” she gasped. “And I didn’t do what you asked of me.”

She finally tore her gaze from the paddle. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

Jared pressed his lips into a hard line, trying to resist the urge to grin at her wonderful admission. She was sorry—or she thought she was. But soon, Sophie would know what it truly meant to be sorry.

Reaching forward, he took hold of her hand. “I’m crazy about you, Sophie. That’s why I went to so much trouble to have you here.”

He paused, eyeing her responses carefully. “But I will punish you each time you disobey me.”

Sophie nodded again, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Were my requests so daunting?” he asked in a softer tone. “I merely wanted the truth and for you to do as you’ve been told.”

She sighed, a solitary tear sliding down her face. “No, Daddy.”

“And I will not accept you putting yourself down, little girl. That’s not what you’re here for.”

Sophie fluttered her lashes as though she didn’t know what to say.

“But most disappointingly, you chose to run from me.” He squeezed her palm. “After I’d given you so much pleasure. That hurts.”

Jared pinioned her with an intense stare. Naturally, he understood why Sophie had tried to flee, but that wasn’t the point. He was going to make sure she never contemplated it again.

“I-I don’t know what else to say,” she stammered. “Apart from I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing you can say,” he concurred. “But you can get over my lap and take your spanking like my good girl.”

Jared felt the tremble that reverberated through her body.

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied wearily. “I’ll try.”

He yanked her to his right side, edging forward on the bed so Sophie would have ample room to hang limp over his lap. “I’m not going to go easy on you,” he promised as he hauled her downwards. “You deserve this, little girl.”

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Bound to the Past by Libby Campbell

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Bound to the Past by Libby Campbell!!

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Freja, rescued from the flesh markets of Silvelea at a young age, has learned firsthand how difficult life is for orphan girls on the planet of Devmaer. Her “rescue” landed her in the harsh world of Matron Cass Warren’s Girls Crib, where young girls are groomed to be sold off as mates to the highest bidder as soon as they reach maturity.

At eighteen Freja was drawn to Déak Ryba, the first man to ever show her kindness. But he didn’t stand a chance against Iwon Sándor’s money and power. Iwon claimed Freja’s hand, condemning her to a miserable life of abuse and neglect. 

After three long-suffering years, Freja’s matehood was cut short by his untimely death.

For the first time in her life Freja finds herself free – free to work like a slave to repay the staggering debts Iwon left her. During her final ritual as his widow, a freak accident sweeps her out to sea and remarkably, right back into Déak’s arms.

Can the love that Déak and Freja once shared possibly have survived long years of separation? Will they finally claim the shared life that was denied them? Or will their happiness be stolen again by the sinister forces circling at the edge of their lives?

This novella is a prequel to Bound To The Admiral, book 1 in The Lighthouses of Devmaer series. It introduces the alien world of the planet Devmaer as well as some of the minor characters. 

While it is a part of a series, it has a satisfying ending and can be read as a standalone.
Disclaimer: Bound to the Past is a second chance, fantasy-world romance. Along with a happily-ever after ending, it has some very steamy scenes, including elements of power exchange and discipline.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Déak had done it again. He’d pushed all the right buttons. Somehow, he’d sensed Freja’s darkest secrets. He’d bought them out in the open where the sunshine and warmth of his affection was making them evaporate.

She’d never felt freer or happier than that minute when she was positioning herself across his lap again. Her upper torso draped over one side of his powerful thighs, leaving her arms, head, hair dangling. Her nude bottom was raised to the sky and her toes didn’t reach the ground behind her. 

The first and only time she’d been spanked before, Déak had left her clothes on and discretely exposed only her bottom. There was no such barrier between them now. The rawness of her nudity thrilled her.

This was only the second time in her life she’d lifted her backside to sunlight and felt the natural heat that nothing else could imitate. She’d forgotten how exciting it was to offer up a part of herself like a human sacrifice. Her pulse raced with a heady mixture of fear and eager anticipation. Déak’s hand circled one buttock and then the other. The sensation calmed her.

When he pushed her thighs apart, she didn’t resist. Nor did she tense when his fingers opened her nether lips and circled her clitoris before dipping into her pussy. 

“You are so ready for this, aren’t you My Innocent? But remember, while today you can call stop at any point.” Two fingers plunged into her, thrusting gently as he spoke. “That is not an option you will have every time I spank you. Make sure you use it wisely, if at all.”

He stopped caressing her and his hand lifted and began to rise and fall in gentle strokes. Freja shivered happily at the pleasant tattoo. She liked being free like this, giving the power of decision-making to Déak. He knew what she wanted. More importantly, he knew what she needed. Freja had no doubt.

As if reading her mind, he stopped and pushed her thighs even farther apart. He smacked her pussy lips softly. “This jewel, this velvet crease, it should have been mine for the past four years, shouldn’t it?”

She murmured something even she didn’t understand. It was an animal noise, a sound that indicated agreement. 

“I didn’t hear you,” he said and punctuated his words with a sound slap to her bottom, the most painful since he’d started.

“Um. Yes. Yes, sir.” 

“Yes sir, what?” He slapped the inside of her thighs so hard, she whimpered.

“Yes, sir. It should have been yours for the past four years.”

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My romance novels feature strong, self-reliant women and the powerful men who love them. Romantic by nature, I write the stories I want to read: those that feature a spicy power exchange and deliver a sting in the tale.

Canadian by birth, I also lived in Australia for a couple of decades. While living there I overcame my aversion to saucer-sized spiders and, as a condition of marriage to my Aussie Prince Charming, I swore a lifelong allegiance to the Melbourne Football Club. 

Then family called and my husband and I packed up and moved. We now live on a rocky island on Canada’s West Coast, close to beaches that once were frequented by smugglers and rumrunners.

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

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Daddy’s Little Captive has been RELEASED!!!!!

Hello everyone. I’m super excited to share with you Daddy’s Little Captive is now LIVE!!! You can now purchase this first chapter in my new dark Daddy series! This is the first chapter of Jared and Sophie’s story and I cannot wait for you to read this book!!!

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Check out this steamy excerpt from Daddy’s Little Captive—I cannot wait for you to read this book!

“Sophie.”

His voice floated over her in that way they often do in dreams, the sound carrying long after it should have and seeming to caress her body alongside his fingers. His hands were at her chest again now, those same digits taunting and teasing her nipples into her own personal frenzy of desire. It was too much, this surrender. Too much heat. Too much sensation, and as he pinched harder, too much pain. But even as the thought resonated, Sophie knew that wasn’t true.

This wasn’t too much.

This wasn’t even close to too much, but that’s what she wanted. She wanted someone to tip the balance, to show her what the threshold was and then to shove her right past it. Her eyes squeezed closed at the idea, her body rising from the bed as far as the restraints would allow.

“You want me, Sophie?” His voice was a low whisper.

“Yes,” she tried to tell him frantically. “Yes, I want you. I want this. Give it to me!”

He laughed dryly as though he could actually understand her plea. “But first you have to earn it, little girl. First, you have to work for it.”

Sophie’s breath caught behind the gag. That sounded so good. She wanted to work for it—to earn it—although she had no idea how to do so.

“Don’t worry.”

He was right on her now, the heat of his body comforting her through the soft fabric of his shirt. “I’m going to help you. I’m going to help you to earn it.”

Oh God.

She wanted to gulp at his words, but that was also impossible now. Instead, she lie there, panting and hot and ready. Ready for whatever he wanted—whatever he demanded.

“I’m going to take this out now.” He tugged at the leather attached to her gag. “I want to hear you.”

Sophie gasped. Hear her? That had never happened in the dreams before.

It was lighter now, the peripheral of the scene brightening, though her mysterious lover was still unknown.

“Is that better?”

Somehow, he snatched the ball from her mouth, although Sophie had no recollection of him unbuckling the thing, and then her mouth was free.

“Tell me. Tell me if that’s better.”

His lips were at her neck now, nipping at her sensitive flesh and nuzzling her when the sensation became too much.

“That’s better,” she breathed. “Thank you.”

Sir.

The word had been right there. On the tip of her tongue. The way it always was, and Sophie would have said it gladly, if only he’d command it. She yearned for him to do so. She wanted to obey. She turned her head, trying to catch a glimpse of the enigma who seemed to dominate her dreams, but his mouth was on her again, pressing into her skin, kissing her, breathing into her ear, the resonance of sexy, dirty things that made her sex clench deliciously.

“That’s better, Daddy,” he corrected her after a moment, placing emphasis on the final word.

Sophie’s body tensed. Daddy? Had he just said Daddy?

“You heard it, baby,” he purred. “Now, don’t keep me waiting. Tell me.”

Her body heard him alright, the command loud and clear, and yet Sophie’s mind couldn’t wrap itself around the concept of calling him Daddy. Daddy was what her children called their father. It wasn’t a term of endearment or respect she used. It wasn’t arousing. Yet still, his voice was so insistent, and his touch was so good, Sophie was compelled to do his bidding.

“That’s better…” she hesitated, tripping over the word he wanted to hear.

Somehow, even though a part of her brain knew this was only a dream, Sophie couldn’t bring herself to say it. It was as though she stood at a precipice, and once that word had tumbled from her lips, there was no going back.

No getting away…

“Say it.” His voice was insistent, and all of a sudden, his fingers were at her thigh, stroking the needy flesh there as they trailed higher, pressing past her labia.

Sophie groaned. Oh my God, that was so good. She was so wet and she wanted him. She needed this. She needed this more than she could possibly say.

“Say it, Sophie,” he warned. “Or all of this goes away.”

She breathed heavily at the thought.

“Daddy.” She pushed the word from her lips like it left a bad taste in her mouth.

“Good girl.”

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Searching for Home by PK Corey

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Searching for Home by PK Corey!!

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Jenny is happily married to her strong, gorgeous sheriff. She has great friends and a good job. But life is never perfect is it? Within a short time, she and Cal have to move from the home they rent, need to move in with his parents and receive life-changing news from her mother’s lawyer. Jenny’s friend and boss, Allie, has her share of problems too – money woes, grabby clients and burglaries near her work.

When they try to keep their worries from their protective husbands, they find out what it means to have an alpha man to deal with. After the girls are attacked at work, things seem to go from bad to worse. Taking on adult responsibilities is never easy as they’re finding out the hard way. Good thing they have their older friends, Cassie, Sue, Annie and Lily to fall back on.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

“Are you planning to keep your clothes on all night?” Jenny asked.

“It is getting a little warm in here, isn’t it? A little help, please.” He held out his arms, and Jenny came over, laughing, and began unbuttoning his shirt. She loved Cal’s body. He was as hard as a rock. His shoulders, abs, legs, and even his butt seemed to be one hard muscle—and it all belonged to her. 

She continued to undress him until she reached his boxers. She snapped the waistband sharply and said, “Prepare to be ravaged!” As she yanked them down, she pushed Cal back onto the bed. 

His erection was magnificent! And Jenny paused to marvel. Cal looked at her with anticipation. “Think you can handle it?” he asked, grinning. 

“Well I’m sure as hell not inviting anyone in to help,” she told him as she stripped off her clothes. “It’s all mine!” And with that, she went to work. Although Jenny had little experience when she and Cal had married, in this area, she was a natural. She always began by stroking his silky hardness. She made him feel as though she was truly handling something precious and amazing. 

When she took him in her mouth, she started slowly. She concentrated on the head as her tongue swirled about. Soon, it wasn’t only her tongue swirling—she moved around, coming at him from different angles, taking him in to a different depth. One minute, her hand grasped him firmly. The next, she was pulling away and tickling his balls. It kept him off-balance, never able to anticipate, and she loved having the control. 

His release was mind blowing, and he cried out Jenny’s name. Completely spent, he lay without moving as Jenny came to curl up by his side and waited for him to come back to himself. When he felt capable of movement, he pulled her tightly to him, lifting her to lie on top of him. 

“You’re the most incredible woman in the world. Do you realize that?” he asked. “Of course, I do,” she answered happily. “Nothing but the best for my husband!” Fifteen minutes later, Jenny sat up, straddling Cal. “Are you ready to go again?” “Damn, Jen, I can’t recover that fast. You’re going to kill me.” 

“That’s not a problem. You have life insurance, don’t you?” she asked sweetly.

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After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service. 

 I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority.

 My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My Cal’s Law series, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together. 

I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers.

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Twisted is on Sale!

Greetings, Fierce friends! I have an incredible surprise for you this week.

From Sept 22 through Sept 27th, Twisted is going to be on sale for 99c/p! If you have not grabbed this book yet, now is the chance to grab it while it is on sale. 🙂Twisted Cover

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book to whet your appetite even more!

“Sex between unmarried couples is illegal.” He trailed his lips up to her temple and spoke against her skin. “What we did in London, that would have us both arrested and locked up. The key thrown away.”

“It would?” What they’d done in London. Damn, she wanted more of that, now. But what was he saying? Was sex off the agenda? Had she come all this way for nothing?

“Luckily,” he went on, slipping his hand to her other breast. “We have more than one bedroom here, so we can stay under the premise of having separate rooms and all being perfectly decent.”

“And will we? Be perfectly decent, that is?”

“What do you think?”

“It wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“Me neither.” He released the top button of her blouse and slid his fingers beneath the material.

His flesh was warm on hers, his fingers big as they delved under the lace of her bra.

“Dimitri,” she gasped when he sought her nipple and tugged.

“Jenny. God, you’re so damn sexy.”

“But what about…? Should we go—?”

“It’s okay. I understand everything.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” He removed his fingers from her bra, tugged his hand from her blouse, and slid downward, to the waistband of her dark denims. “And I want you to trust me.”

She hesitated, then, “I do trust you.”

“Already?” A sliver of surprise edged into his tone.

“We’ve known each other for a while.”

“I suppose we have.” He released the top button on her jeans then drew down the zipper.

She trembled, curled her toes inside her shoes, and stared straight ahead at the view.

God, I love his hands on me.

“I need to touch you,” he said into her hair. “Feel you again.”

Oh and she loved this new side to him, this holding her tight and firm, taking what he wanted, being more dominant. “Yes. Touch me again.”

She gasped as he shoved at her denims, pushing them down to allow some give in the material. She wasn’t exposed, but he had access.

“Doing this” he said, his free hand coming up to her forehead and covering it. He forced her crown to the crook of his neck and held her there. “Would have us arrested.”

“Is it really so bad?” She widened her stance. Needing his fingers on her, in her. Getting arrested was the last thing on her mind.

“Tell me, does it feel bad? Criminally bad?”

“No.” She moaned as he maneuvered beneath the waistband of her panties. “Not at all.”

“So it feels good?”

“Yes. Oh, Dimitri, I wanted this again, with you…so much.”

“And…” he said softly.“Tell me…” He sought out her clit and rubbed the pads of his fingers over it. “Tell me what else you wanted from me that night in London.”

“Mmmm… I wanted to feel you let go, give in to your lust and just take me, wild and full of passion.”

There, she’d said it. Told him what she’d wanted. Put it on the table. He didn’t have to be a perfect gentleman in the bedroom, she didn’t need that. She needed a man to push her boundaries, help her learn about all the nuances in her desires and be comfortable enough with himself to give in to his animal urges.

Yes. Animal.

“A bit like the heat, you think you can handle my lust?” He slipped through her soft folds and circled her entrance. “Handle me if I go ahead and take what I want?”

“Oh, fuck…” She grasped his wrist, digging in her fingertips.

He chuckled. “Plenty of time for that. Right now you get this, and we’ll see how well you cope.”

He pushed into her, two fingers, thick and long.

She sagged against him, her pussy dampening and easing his way.

“Damn, you’re hot and tight,” he muttered. “Lucky bastard.”

She trembled and clenched around him. “What?”

“Er, I’m a lucky bastard. To have you.” He withdrew then pumped back in. Setting up a rhythm and hand-fucking her.

Her knees weakened, and she was glad he had her clamped to his body. She didn’t trust herself to stay standing. It felt so damn good to be at his mercy this way. They hadn’t even gotten upstairs. The bedroom wasn’t part of the equation, and here he was, driving her to a climax.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he whispered, his voice a little hoarse, as though excitement was stealing some of his breath.

“More.”

“You want more?”

“Yes, oh yes…please.”

“Because you said please, you can have more.” His palm caught on her clitoris, stimulating it with each jab of his fingers.

“Oh God,” she gasped, locking her knees.

“You’re going to come soon,” he said, his lips on her hair once more. “And your pussy will grip my fingers, your arousal will slick over my palm. And out there”—he paused—“are people, going about their business in offices, houses, boats, and helicopters. People who if they had binoculars could see you right now.”

“Fuck.” She clamped her thighs together. What was he saying? That she could be arrested, thrown in jail?

“But none of that matters, my sweet Jenny, because you trust me, you trust my judgement that no one is watching, no harm will come to you if you surrender to my touch and take what you need.”

“Oh, I need… I need to…” She was wet now, wet and needy, the pressure growing fast in her clit. He was touching her just right, building her up so fast and in a way she’d hadn’t even dreamed a man could.

“That’s it, let it go, let everything go. I’ve got you,” he said.

“I’m going to…”

“Yes and while you do, know that I own you, you are mine. Mind, body, and soul, all fucking mine.” He clasped her closer, the length of his body firm on hers, a thick bulge pressing into the small of her back. “Come, let me feel you come.”

She was trapped, held hostage by him. Her head spun, her nerves were on fire. She may well have observers, with no faces and no names, out there in the distance, but she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was Dimitri wringing this orgasm from her, pushing her into a spiral of bliss.

She held her breath, her ribcage swelling against his back. It was close, the pressure too big to contain.

The sound of his flesh rubbing on hers competed with the sound of her thudding pulse.

It was there. For a few sweeter than sweet seconds she was held in suspension, ecstasy ruling every sense, then she pounded into a wild orgasm. He didn’t let up, stayed with her, impaling her with his fingers.

“Dimitri!” she yelled, dragging her nails over his forearms. “Oh…please.”

“That’s it, let me own you,” he said into her ear. “All of you, and all of your pleasure.”

“Oh, don’t stop.”

He didn’t, fucking her with his fingers and dragging over her clit. She tried to raise her head, but he held it secure in the crook of his neck.

She was battling for breath, her throat tight, her legs weak.

“Ah, you’re so wet now, dripping for me and hugging my fingers. Sweet, sexy Jenny who has so many needs to be fulfilled.”

 

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This week on #SatSpanks, there is an excerpt from my brand new release, Tempted.

This is the first chapter in Dalton’s story, a hot torrid tale of chemistry, lust and secrets.  Be sure to #oneclick this book so you can read all the hot steamy action now!

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Arousal soared through his body as he lined up the crop for the next strike. Raising the implement, he landed a further two spanks to her reddening cheeks. Dalton’s hunch that Delilah might be receptive to the implement had been proven correct, but in his wildest dreams, he could never have foreseen this. She wasn’t just welcoming, she was wild. In all his years, Dalton had rarely seen a woman so turned on by the crop. Or maybe it wasn’t just the crop? Perhaps his little firecracker liked the pain, or the bondage, or her inability to take control like she usually did? He couldn’t be sure which factor inspired the greatest arousal, and yet the look of her plump, drenched lips told him it didn’t truly matter. Against all odds, Delilah was absolutely revelling in the treatment, and that was what counted.

“Oh, twenty-one and two! Sir.”

Dalton grinned. He hadn’t even had to prompt Delilah to respond this time. “Very good, firecracker,” he purred, swatting the other cheek twice. “You’re doing well at this.”

Delilah groaned, pushing her tempting cunt back as though she was searching for the next strike. “Thank you, sir. That was twenty-three and four.”

His heart raced at Delilah’s wanton display. She had always seemed like a sexual woman, but seeing her this way was sending Dalton into a hedonistic spin of his own. He desired Delilah more than he cared to admit—more than was logical. And as he gazed down at her panting form, the idea of just keeping her for himself seemed all too plausible.

But, Dalton couldn’t do that.

He didn’t just take women—that wasn’t him.

Abduction was so much more Connor’s style, and yet as he struck Delilah’s prone backside once more, nothing had ever seemed so alluring to Dalton before. He could do it. He could just keep her tied up and horny for him. Who cared about Delilah’s true motivations for coming to Diablo that night? Who cared if none of it made sense? And as she numbered the strike for him, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the possibility.

Maybe it was Dalton’s time to live a little?

His turn to do something irrational.

His chance to fall in love.

The notion filled his head, and he smiled as he continued to rain the crop down against Delilah’s breathtaking arse. Her thoughts were quiet now, no longer speaking of the pain, but consumed only with the burgeoning desire coursing through her veins, and Dalton agreed wholeheartedly. He landed strike after strike, pausing only to allow Delilah to name the swat, until, finally, there was only one more remaining.

“How many more, Delle?” There was really no need to demand the answer from her delightful lips, especially as she had only just informed him that the prior strike was number thirty-nine, yet still he asked, unable to contain the craving he felt to hear Delilah’s raspy little tone again.

“One more, sir,” she breathed and glancing over her shoulder at him, Delilah flashed him a wicked smile. “Thank you.”

Their gazes locked for a second before he landed the final strike. Dalton saw the hurt flicker through her eyes, but it was over almost before it started, her thoughts confirming what her body so ably demonstrated. She fucking loved the pain.

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Tempted is LIVE!!!!!

Hello everyone. I’m super excited to share with you Tempted is now LIVE!!! You can now purchase the next installment in the Dark Necessities Series! This is the first chapter of Dalton’s story and I cannot wait for you to read his story!!!

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Check out this steamy excerpt from Tempted—I cannot wait for you to read this book!

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she quipped once more. “Are you threatening me… again?”

He smiled at her, hoping she could sense how hazardous her situation was at this moment. Dalton wasn’t usually the kind of man who would force himself on anyone. He loved his kink, but he only practiced it in consensual unions. Dalton wasn’t his brother— he had never taken anyone without consent, and he never would. Connor and he shared many proclivities, but his little brother had always had a darker edge than he. Delilah however, was pushing all of his buttons; one after the other, as though she were waiting for him—begging him—to respond with a show of dominance.

“I’m not threatening you,” Dalton assured her. “I’m promising you. If you don’t curb your tone, and apologize to me right away, I’m not only going to give you a lesson in bondage, but also one in respect.”

Delilah’s nostrils flared at the sound of his words. “You wouldn’t fucking dare,” she replied in almost a snarl. “I don’t know who you are, Dalton Reilly, but you can’t do a damn thing to me.”

Dalton took a deep breath, steadying himself. “You’re wrong, Delilah,” he told her softly. “You came to me, looking for answers, and then—in the sanctuary of my own office—you try and charge me. That is not acceptable defences.”

“Says you,” she countered, dryly.

“Right.” Dalton confirmed. “It’s my rules, in my office in the building I help run, but you knew all of that before you brought your pretty little arse over here. Didn’t you, Delilah?”

She bit her lip, the color in her cheeks growing stronger. “You think it’s pretty?”

Her tone was laced with sarcasm, and the sound furled the tension in Dalton’s groin. He couldn’t wait to haul the aforementioned arse straight over his lap and tan it with his palm.

“You know I do,” he murmured. “You’re a smart girl, Delle. I know you can sense what’s happening between us.”

Delilah’s eyes sparkled as Dalton confirmed the compliment. “Yet you’re still going to give me that lesson?”

What was that? She almost sounded more hopeful than defiant.

“You’re damn right I am,” he replied, tugging her body forward with the ropes at her wrists. “It’s about time you learned what happens when you defy me.”

Dalton pulled harder, sending Delilah’s body lurching toward him. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she stumbled, her concern obvious, yet still there was only a barrage of abuse form her mouth.

“Get off me!” she barked. “You have no right to manhandle me this way. I didn’t consent to this.”

He sighed. Technically, Delilah was correct—she hadn’t signed up for a spanking, but that was just tough, because a spanking was exactly what she was going to get. Dalton intended to leave her backside stinging, so that every time she sat down for the rest of the day, Delilah would think of him.

“You wanted to know more about BDSM, Delle.” She landed against his lap, her bound hands grasping at his knees as her shocked face rose to meet his statement. Dalton smiled. “And you asked for a practical demonstration of my bondage skills. Now, you’re just going to get a little bit more than you bargained for, that’s all.”

Dalton lifted her arms, taking Delilah’s weight as he raised her back to her feet. The expression on her face was absolutely priceless, and now both her mind and her lips were stunned into silence.

“Get over here,” he instructed, drawing the bewildered redhead around to his right side by her bound wrists.

Delilah gasped, but her feet were moving, and a moment later she stood trembling beside him.

“Can I assume you’ve never been spanked before?” Dalton knew his tone was mocking, but somehow, he couldn’t help himself.

Exerting himself over Delilah like this was absolutely exhilarating. Yes, he’d dominated plenty of women before and he’d enjoyed virtually every encounter, but not like this. This was something else—the energy in the room was palpable—and so far, he’d only bound Delilah and threatened her with a spanking. Dalton’s mind was filled with possibilities, his imagination considering each one as he tugged at the black ropes again.

“Delilah?”

“No,” she rasped. “No, I haven’t.”

Her body was still, and dare he say, compliant, but those sky-blue eyes were ablaze with indignation.

“Since you’re being punished for the way you behaved, Delilah, I’d like you to call me sir, or Mr. Reilly, if you prefer.”

Fury sparkled in Delilah’s eyes. “Sir?” She practically choked on the word. “No fucking way, Dalton.”

Dalton jerked her wrists forward. Not enough for Delilah to lose balance, but enough to make her yelp in panic as she struggled to stay on her feet. “Will you just do as you’re told?”

She turned to him, and now the venom in her gaze was obvious. “Yes, Mr. Reilly,” she hissed.

Dalton sighed again. It seemed everything was going to be a battle with Delilah, but that was okay. He was too damn excited at the prospect of spanking her to much care, and anyway, hadn’t she ceded in the end, giving him what he sought once he had pressed the point?

Their gazes locked, the intensity blazing between them almost as powerfully as the blush burgeoning at her face. “I’d love to say I’ll go easy on you, Delilah,” he told her. “But I’m not a liar.”

Delilah sucked the air in between her teeth. “Wait!” she almost screeched. “You can’t do this. You can’t—”

He’d heard enough, and yanking hard, he sent Delilah crashing down over his thighs. She crumpled over him unceremoniously, seemingly temporarily stunned that he’d had the audacity to haul her down across his lap.

How the fuck? Her startled thoughts curled Dalton’s lips, though of course, now Delilah couldn’t see the gesture. How dare he? How dare he do this?

Her feet kicked out against the plush carpet of his office, her stiletto heels lost as she still screamed in protest. Dalton steadied her, ensuring her bound arms were okay before his attention turned back to her fabulous arse. He ran one palm down over the back of her pencil skirt.

Delilah panted, twisting her head to look at him. “You can’t do this!”

Her cheeks were flustered now, her eyes watery as though she was on the brink of tears. Evidently, Delilah had not found herself in this position before, and it was clear that was the one point she had told the truth about.

“I am doing this, Delle,” he said soothingly. “And things will go a lot smoother if you’d stop fighting.”

The tension in her muscles seemed to peak at his request, and her legs came crashing back against the carpet again. “Fuck that!” The fury was back in her voice as well. “I am not going to let you do this.”

Dalton shook his head. He didn’t know much about the little firecracker across his lap, but he’d already garnered enough to acknowledge nothing could ever be easy with her.

“Have it your way then.”

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Submitting to Two Doms by BJ Wane

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Submitting to Two Doms by BJ Wane!! 

 

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It was meant to be an affair…

After Kelsey is assaulted, her FBI foster parents plead with her to spend a few weeks with their friends in Montana while they investigate the incident. Since she would do anything for them, she grudgingly agrees, wondering how she will pass the time on a ranch in the middle of nowhere without going stir crazy. As soon as she catches sight of her two hosts, Greg and Devin, she figures: what better way to take her mind off her troubles than with an affair with one of them?

Ex-FBI agents Greg and Devin vowed never to get personally involved with another woman under their protection after their last case ended in tragedy. When their former boss asks for their help, the two best friends butt heads over how to answer him. But what with the insecurity reflected in Kelsey’s blue eyes, the desperation behind her flirtations, and discovering her submissive side, both men find themselves succumbing to the petite blonde.

While Kelsey basks in the dominant attention of both her cowboys, she continues to insist she can’t wait to get back to her life in Philadelphia. It isn’t until the threat against her is verified, the truth comes out about her past, and a few disturbing mishaps occur that Greg and Devin step into full protection mode, vowing to keep the woman they’d both grown to care for safe. And not until after the guys save her life, freeing her to return home, does Kelsey realize home really is where the heart is, and hers is in Montana with her two cowboys.

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With a hard yank and no warning, Devin pulled her over his left thigh, lifting his right leg to pin her flailing legs down. Kelsey’s surprise cost her the hold on her blouse, the sides flying open again as she went down. Shackling her wrists together in his left hand, he held her arms pinned against her lower back as he flipped her skirt up and smacked her panty-covered, wriggling ass.

He didn’t tell her green meant continue and yellow pause as he didn’t consider those choices an option with this woman. It would either be continuing as he saw fit or stop altogether. “Let’s discuss why you were given orders to keep to socializing tonight.” He cracked his palm against her soft buttocks again, enjoying their jiggle. And her gasp. “Since we know little to nothing about you or your experience, it would have been irresponsible to turn you lose and allow you to fend for yourself.” Smack! “What if you had lied to one of the stricter Doms and he pushed you too far? Would you have been able to stop him before he traumatized you? I think not.” Smack!

“I’m sorry,” she choked, shifting her hips as he swatted her two more times before resting his hand on her warm butt. The thin panties offered little protection in hiding her quivering heat.

“That’s a start, but not good enough, baby.” With a quick shove, he lowered her panties to mid-thigh, his mouth watering at the sight of her small, pink-tinged, round buttocks, his hand itching to feel her bare flesh heating up even more. “You lied, and then set out to deliberately go against our wishes after we were nice enough to give in to your insistence to come out with us tonight.” Lifting his arm he delivered a volley of bare-assed spanks, each one a little harder. After five, he paused and caressed her burning backside, the sheen coating her pussy slit drawing his eyes and his frustration. Fuck, how could he continue to resist her if she was going to get aroused from the hot pain he was heaping upon her?

And then she whipped her tear-streaked, red face around and gazed at him with remorse shining in her damp eyes. “I…I never thought about that.” She hiccupped and his hardened resolve to remain aloof crumbled a little more. “You’re right.” With a nod, she turned her head back down and lifted her hips. “You shouldn’t stop yet, Sir. Please.”

Well, son-of-a-bitch. Now what?

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

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His for the Taking by Brandi Evans

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is His for the Taking by Brandi Evans!! 

 

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I love managing Red Light Lingerie, a sexy boutique in Dallas. But by far my favorite job perk is my sexy British boss, Maxwell Penn.

Max is a Matthew McConaughey look-alike who’s equal parts dreamboat and domineering pain in the neck, and I regularly fluctuate between “I want to bed him” and “I want to strangle him.” But still, yum.

The paradigm of our relationship, however, changes irrevocably when a lingerie designer, a friend of Max’s from Britain, comes to town, and I have to stand in for a no-show lingerie model. Before I can say G-string, I find myself sandwiched between Max and his dark-n-sexy friend.

I’d be in total heaven if it weren’t for the guilt swirling in Max’s blue eyes. I have no idea why it’s there, but I’m bound and determined to find out.

Publisher’s Note: This sensual romance contains explicit scenes and elements of power exchange.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

I yanked against my restraints. The material stretched with my movements, but my hands stayed firmly bound at the small of my back.

 

“See, Max? This is one sturdy piece of lingerie.”

 

My mind exploded with images of what they could do to me, completely helpless and practically naked. Should I worry? A smart woman probably would—but the look in Max’s eyes—

 

I’d never wanted him more than I did at that moment.

 

Garrett’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Also, I designed the top so the two front halves can be pushed together to allow quick and easy access to the tits without having to untie any restraints already put in place. Would you like a demonstration of that, too?”

 

Max’s gaze stayed locked with mine, never veering, never faltering. “I’m thinking.”

 

I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. But who was I fooling? I’d wanted Max to touch me for a long time. I’d dreamed about it and gotten off while imagining him fucking me. But what about Garrett? I’d fantasized about being with multiple men, too, so I’d consider his presence icing on the beefcake.

 

Part of me wished Max and I were alone, but it was probably better we weren’t. Less intimate, which I needed. As it was, the intensity of his stare threatened to melt me into a puddle.

 

“Please touch me, Max,” I whispered, unable to stop myself. At least, I think I verbalized the words, but I may have simply mouthed them. “Please.”

 

Max’s eyes widened. His nostrils flared. And he hesitated a long, tortuous moment before stepping into me and yanking the garment’s outer edges into the valley between my breasts, completely exposing me—and then cupping the undersides of my breasts.

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Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that’s way more interesting than the truth!

 

In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders. 

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It’s Cover Reveal Time!!

Hello everyone. I’m super excited to share with you my new cover for Tempted! This is the first chapter of Dalton’s story and I cannot wait for you to read his story!!! Be sure to look for its release on Sept 23rd!!

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Check out this steamy excerpt from Tempted—I cannot wait for you to read this book!

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she quipped once more. “Are you threatening me… again?”

He smiled at her, hoping she could sense how hazardous her situation was at this moment. Dalton wasn’t usually the kind of man who would force himself on anyone. He loved his kink, but he only practiced it in consensual unions. Dalton wasn’t his brother— he had never taken anyone without consent, and he never would. Connor and he shared many proclivities, but his little brother had always had a darker edge than he. Delilah however, was pushing all of his buttons; one after the other, as though she were waiting for him—begging him—to respond with a show of dominance.

“I’m not threatening you,” Dalton assured her. “I’m promising you. If you don’t curb your tone, and apologize to me right away, I’m not only going to give you a lesson in bondage, but also one in respect.”

Delilah’s nostrils flared at the sound of his words. “You wouldn’t fucking dare,” she replied in almost a snarl. “I don’t know who you are, Dalton Reilly, but you can’t do a damn thing to me.”

Dalton took a deep breath, steadying himself. “You’re wrong, Delilah,” he told her softly. “You came to me, looking for answers, and then—in the sanctuary of my own office—you try and charge me. That is not acceptable defences.”

“Says you,” she countered, dryly.

“Right.” Dalton confirmed. “It’s my rules, in my office in the building I help run, but you knew all of that before you brought your pretty little arse over here. Didn’t you, Delilah?”

She bit her lip, the color in her cheeks growing stronger. “You think it’s pretty?”

Her tone was laced with sarcasm, and the sound furled the tension in Dalton’s groin. He couldn’t wait to haul the aforementioned arse straight over his lap and tan it with his palm.

“You know I do,” he murmured. “You’re a smart girl, Delle. I know you can sense what’s happening between us.”

Delilah’s eyes sparkled as Dalton confirmed the compliment. “Yet you’re still going to give me that lesson?”

What was that? She almost sounded more hopeful than defiant.

“You’re damn right I am,” he replied, tugging her body forward with the ropes at her wrists. “It’s about time you learned what happens when you defy me.”

Dalton pulled harder, sending Delilah’s body lurching toward him. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she stumbled, her concern obvious, yet still there was only a barrage of abuse form her mouth.

“Get off me!” she barked. “You have no right to manhandle me this way. I didn’t consent to this.”

He sighed. Technically, Delilah was correct—she hadn’t signed up for a spanking, but that was just tough, because a spanking was exactly what she was going to get. Dalton intended to leave her backside stinging, so that every time she sat down for the rest of the day, Delilah would think of him.

“You wanted to know more about BDSM, Delle.” She landed against his lap, her bound hands grasping at his knees as her shocked face rose to meet his statement. Dalton smiled. “And you asked for a practical demonstration of my bondage skills. Now, you’re just going to get a little bit more than you bargained for, that’s all.”

Dalton lifted her arms, taking Delilah’s weight as he raised her back to her feet. The expression on her face was absolutely priceless, and now both her mind and her lips were stunned into silence.

“Get over here,” he instructed, drawing the bewildered redhead around to his right side by her bound wrists.

Delilah gasped, but her feet were moving, and a moment later she stood trembling beside him.

“Can I assume you’ve never been spanked before?” Dalton knew his tone was mocking, but somehow, he couldn’t help himself.

Exerting himself over Delilah like this was absolutely exhilarating. Yes, he’d dominated plenty of women before and he’d enjoyed virtually every encounter, but not like this. This was something else—the energy in the room was palpable—and so far, he’d only bound Delilah and threatened her with a spanking. Dalton’s mind was filled with possibilities, his imagination considering each one as he tugged at the black ropes again.

“Delilah?”

“No,” she rasped. “No, I haven’t.”

Her body was still, and dare he say, compliant, but those sky-blue eyes were ablaze with indignation.

“Since you’re being punished for the way you behaved, Delilah, I’d like you to call me sir, or Mr. Reilly, if you prefer.”

Fury sparkled in Delilah’s eyes. “Sir?” She practically choked on the word. “No fucking way, Dalton.”

Dalton jerked her wrists forward. Not enough for Delilah to lose balance, but enough to make her yelp in panic as she struggled to stay on her feet. “Will you just do as you’re told?”

She turned to him, and now the venom in her gaze was obvious. “Yes, Mr. Reilly,” she hissed.

Dalton sighed again. It seemed everything was going to be a battle with Delilah, but that was okay. He was too damn excited at the prospect of spanking her to much care, and anyway, hadn’t she ceded in the end, giving him what he sought once he had pressed the point?

Their gazes locked, the intensity blazing between them almost as powerfully as the blush burgeoning at her face. “I’d love to say I’ll go easy on you, Delilah,” he told her. “But I’m not a liar.”

Delilah sucked the air in between her teeth. “Wait!” she almost screeched. “You can’t do this. You can’t—”

He’d heard enough, and yanking hard, he sent Delilah crashing down over his thighs. She crumpled over him unceremoniously, seemingly temporarily stunned that he’d had the audacity to haul her down across his lap.

How the fuck? Her startled thoughts curled Dalton’s lips, though of course, now Delilah couldn’t see the gesture. How dare he? How dare he do this?

Her feet kicked out against the plush carpet of his office, her stiletto heels lost as she still screamed in protest. Dalton steadied her, ensuring her bound arms were okay before his attention turned back to her fabulous arse. He ran one palm down over the back of her pencil skirt.

Delilah panted, twisting her head to look at him. “You can’t do this!”

Her cheeks were flustered now, her eyes watery as though she was on the brink of tears. Evidently, Delilah had not found herself in this position before, and it was clear that was the one point she had told the truth about.

“I am doing this, Delle,” he said soothingly. “And things will go a lot smoother if you’d stop fighting.”

The tension in her muscles seemed to peak at his request, and her legs came crashing back against the carpet again. “Fuck that!” The fury was back in her voice as well. “I am not going to let you do this.”

Dalton shook his head. He didn’t know much about the little firecracker across his lap, but he’d already garnered enough to acknowledge nothing could ever be easy with her.

“Have it your way then.”

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The Dark Necessities Trilogy is Complete!!

With the release of Forbidden, my Dark Necessities Prequel Trilogy is complete!!!

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Lily limits… in this week’s #SatSpanks

This week on #SatSpanks, there is an excerpt from my latest release, Forbidden. This is the final chapter in Ethan and Lily’s story and the final book in the Dark Necessitites Prequel trilogy.  Be sure to #oneclick this book today so you can read all the hot steamy action and find out how this exciting story comes to an end!!

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“Now, as to the matter of my tail light…”

Panic gripped her belly at Ethan’s sudden change of tact, her throat drying.

“Want to tell me about that?”

Lily panted as his question lingered in the air between them. “I was terrified,” she conceded, sucking her lip between her teeth in response to the bubble of energized arousal now simmering at her core. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do.”

Ethan smiled wryly. “You couldn’t just do as you were told, I suppose?” he proffered. “For once.”

She blew out a breath. “You said yourself that you overstepped the mark with the trunk, sir.”

“Maybe.” His gaze flitted to meet Lily’s for a moment. “Or maybe I just need to bind your ankles together and make sure you’re secured the next time, eh?”

There was a dark twinkle in his eyes as he glanced back to the road that sent a dark, delicious tingle of apprehension running down Lily’s spine.

“Ethan.”

There was that desperate, breathy tone again, the one he could conjure with just a few dark words and a glower.

His lips curled. “I know you hated it.” His voice was quiet now, but somehow, the sound still caused Lily’s nipples to harden. “But admit it; a part of you loved it, too, didn’t it? The peril, the powerlessness—it drives you fucking crazy.”

Lily gulped. “I didn’t love it,” she insisted. “That’s why I broke the light, sir. I was desperate.”

Ethan laughed, that ominous timbre Lily recognized all too well. “You always say you’re desperate,” he reminded her. “That you’re at your limit, that you can’t take anymore, when what you mean is you just need someone to push you over it. Make you take more, Make you love it.”

Her heart thundered at his words. Was he right? Was that would she needed?

“Someone?”

“Me,” he clarified. “You need me, little one.”

“But I can’t live that like,” she replied, though Lily’s voice was so weak that even she was unconvinced by the response. “Always on the edge. Always afraid. Always—”

“Aroused?” Ethan interjected, his eyebrow arching in that way that always sent her thoughts scattering.

“Right, sir,” she murmured, her gaze lowering. “I can’t function like that.”

“Says who?”

Ethan’s voice was still quiet, but there was an edge to his tone now, and it wasn’t lost on his wife.

“Sir?” Lily lifted her chin to look at him again. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, who says you can’t function like that?” Ethan repeated. “Who made the rules about how you should live—how weshould live?”

Lily tucked her hair behind her ear, her gaze shifting to the road ahead.

He had her there, because she didn’t really have an answer. Who did make those rules? Where had Lily’s expectations about what their marriage should mean derived from? Her own parents, perhaps, but then that couldn’t be right, could it? Lily had spent years pushing against their rules and vowing she’d never become her mother, spending her evenings ironing and knitting to the sounds of her father’s crackling radio.

“So, who then?” he pressed. “If not your parents, then who?”

She swallowed. “I don’t know, sir, and that’s the truth.”

Ethan’s hand reached for her, brushing over her fingers lightly. “And that’s the point,” he said evenly. “There are no rules, Lily. We can live however we like.”

Lily gazed down at the large palm so easily encasing her digits. “So long as we don’t break any laws?”

He snorted at that, the sound making Lily smile.

“So long as we don’t get caught,” he corrected her, throwing Lily a wink as he pulled into a service station.

“Right,” she mumbled. “My mistake, sir.”


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His Innocent Bride by Kryssie Fortune

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Going about her mundane life in a small fishing village, Alethea never dreamed she would end up with a man like the Earl of Deanswood, yet when she caught the handsome gentleman’s eye he wasted no time in making her his wife. Unbeknownst to Alethea, however, her conniving mother has convinced Deanswood that she has no interest in the marital bed. Devastated by his seeming disinterest, Alethea searches for someone to instruct her in the ways of enticing a man.

When a friend informs Deanswood of Alethea’s plans, he decides to train his new bride himself. Soon enough, Alethea finds herself naked, blindfolded, and helplessly bound as she is thoroughly spanked and then brought to one blushing, quivering climax after another. But when Alethea’s life is threatened by her mother’s vicious scheming, can Deanswood protect his innocent bride?

Publisher’s Note: His Innocent Bride is a stand-alone novel which shares the Regency-era setting of Wickedly Used. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Legs trembling, arms extended, she took a step forward. When she heard the door close behind her, she took off her blindfold. She stood in the room that had horrified her yesterday. She should hate this, but determined to please her tutor, she studied the two ways he could restrain her. The thought of a flogging terrified her, so she decided on the spanking bench.

Turning to the wall covered in floggers and paddles, she wondered which to choose. The smaller the better, she thought. Or maybe a large one would spread the pain. She tested a few against her thigh.

The small bendy one felt like a branding iron against her skin. The large one hit too many nerves. Finally, she decided on one about the size of her tutor’s hand. Polished smooth, she loved how it felt beneath her hand. Since it had small circles cut into it, it shouldn’t hurt so much. She hoped.

Paddle in hand, she opened the door and replaced her blindfold. “You can come in now.”

She’d hoped to catch a glimpse of her tutor, but she didn’t. Was he handsome? Dark-haired like Viscount Stonehurst? Or blond like her husband? Knowing she could walk past him in the street and not recognize him hurt.

She heard another door close then her tutor was at her side. “You decided on a spanking, then. Let’s get you into position.”

He seemed to enjoy carrying her since he picked her up again. When he set her down, he took her arm. “Kneel on here, chick.”

Nervous, she clambered onto the lower platform of the spanking bench. He pushed her torso forward, pressing it into the top platform. “Good girl. Now stretch your arms out.”

Once she’d found her balance, he moved around her and fastened her wrists into the restraints. Alethea whimpered and tested her bonds. There was no give in them.

Thoughts of what would come next made her heart pound. Even restrained, her hands shook. She could call a halt and walk away, but then he’d never give her another lesson. That was a price she wasn’t willing to pay.

Gritting her teeth, she sighed and rested her cheek against the cold leather. The position thrust her bottom in the air. She wriggled, trying to find a position that would lessen the pain of her spanking. There wasn’t one. When he bunched up her skirt, she froze.

Reaching between her legs, he caught her honey on his finger then slid it between her lips. “Taste yourself. Your juices are like sweet ambrosia.”

Obediently, she swirled her tongue around his finger. He hitched in a breath, and as if needed to show her who was in control, he brought his hand down on her bare bottom.

She yelped and tensed her arse cheeks. “That hurts.”

He slapped her again. “It’s meant to. This won’t be as easy a spanking as yesterday. I’ll start with my hand then when you’re ready, I’ll use the paddle.”

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

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

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

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Forbidden is Live!!!!

Hello everyone. I’m super excited to share that Forbidden is live!!!! This is the third and final book in the Dark Necessities Prequel trilogy —and the final installment in the dark universe of Connor and Molly.

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Check out this steamy excerpt from Forbidden—I cannot wait for you to read this book!

Ethan’s cock throbbed with need at the way Lily responded to his decision. Her already flaming cheeks seemed to blush harder and her breaths were coming out in short pants. He threw her a smile as he closed the drawer and made his way back to the bed clutching his choice of implements. As his shins hit the side of the covers, he tossed them down, just a few inches from Lily’s head.

She lifted her gaze, eyeing all three with obvious suspicion.

“So, my naughty wife prefers the paddle, does she?” he asked, for some reason still talking about Lily in the third person even though she was right there on her knees in front of him. There was just something about the deed, somehow it seemed to objectify Lily further—an objective they both wanted him to achieve.

“Does that mean I should use it first or last?”

Lily’s wide eyes met his gaze. “Sir?”

He didn’t have to look into her thoughts to see the panic swelling in her now, Lily’s body language was giving it away effortlessly and his erection grew as a direct result. After all this time, that flicker of fear in Lily’s gaze still made him hard. But then Ethan guessed some things would never change.

“Never mind,” he told her with a smile. “I have decided to be kind and save the best until last for you.”

She gasped, probably uncertain if that was a kindness or not, but wisely, Lily said nothing. Ethan reached forward, selecting the thin cane from just beyond her nose and holding it up for inspection. It had been a very long time since he’d last caned Lily, but based on the huffing and puffing that was coming from her, she hadn’t forgotten its keen bite.

“Oh God!”

The words left her lips in a rushed breath and Ethan knew how much effort it was taking for Lily to remain in position for him. Every instinct in her body was telling her to get up and run for the door.

“But you’re not going to run, are you, Lily?”

She pressed her palms down in front of her, as though she needed to ground herself. “No, sir,” she promised. “But please. I hate that thing.”

Ethan lowered the cane and moved toward her. “Hate is a strong word, little one,” he replied in a soft voice. “You may not like it, but do you deserve it?”

Lily screwed her face up. “Maybe, sir, but—”

He lifted the cane above her prone arse as her protest began, bringing it down swiftly across both helpless cheeks and ending her sentence.

She leapt from the bed at the impact, yelling out into the covers as she buried her face in them.

“There will be no excuses, Lily.” Ethan’s voice was little more than a growl as he tilted his head to assess the mark the implement had made against her pale skin. “You will kneel there and take your punishment like a good girl. Got it?”

Lily lifted her head, blinking away tears as she answered. “Yes, sir. I’ve got it.”

Ethan nodded. “Good. Six strokes of the cane then?”

He presented it as a question, though he didn’t know why. Lily’s fate was already sealed.

“Six more, sir?” she whined.

“Absolutely, six more,” he repeated. “That first one was just a warning about what happens when we don’t accept our punishment.”

She pressed her face back into the covers at that and Ethan smiled. It was such an ironic sentiment coming from a man like him—a man who had successfully dodged his punishment for decades. Inching forward he raised the cane over her vulnerable backside.

“You’re going to thank me for each strike, Mrs. Reilly,” he told her. “And then, once we’re finished with the cane, you can tell me what you’re being punished for.”

Lily sniffed, twisting her head at the news. “Yes, sir,” she mewled.

Ethan swatted her with the cane again, and this time he did it with real force. He watched with satisfaction as Lily’s fingers clawed at their bedding, but somehow, she swallowed down the pain. Ethan smiled. He was almost proud of her.

She lifted her head. “Thank you, sir,” she managed, although Ethan could tell it was killing her to have to say the words.

“You’re welcome,” he replied happily. “That was one.”

He landed the next strike a little lower than the first and this time she squealed.

Damn it, Ethan! That hurts so much!

“Good,” he told her sternly. “I want it to bloody hurt, Lily. I want you to remember why it hurts every time you try and sit down.”

She inhaled at that, the defiance radiating from her body. “Thank you, sir.”

That was said between gritted teeth, but still, she had said it. That’s what counted. Ethan could work on getting her to mean it as they went.

“That’s two, Lily. Brace yourself.”

Lily’s cheeks tensed at his command and Ethan wanted to chuckle.

“Not like that,” he chided, tapping her cheeks with the end of the cane. “Relax those cheeks and just be ready.”

She panted again, and in Lily’s thoughts Ethan caught a myriad of complaints, but he ignored them, instead lining up his next shot. He aimed for the place her thighs met by delicious arse, and this time Lily jumped clear from the bed at the hurt.

“Ow, ow, ow!” she yelped, reaching around to claw at the punished area.

“Get those hands away,” he barked. “You know better than that, Lily!”

He ensured he locked gazes with her and Lily bit her lip in shame as she withdrew her palms. “I’m sorry, sir,” she whimpered. “But it’s too much.”

No, it’s not, his thoughts told her. It’s not even close to being too much, sweetheart.

Watery eyes blinked at him.

Accept your fate or I will be harder on you.

It took a moment, but Ethan saw the moment she ceded the point. Her shoulders slumped, her head falling forward again.

“Better,” he praised. “Now, thank me and then you can tell me how many strikes you have left.”

Lily shifted her head miserably. “Thank you, sir,” she mumbled. “There are three to go.”

Though God knows how I’ll get through them.

“You’ll get through them,” Ethan said with a smile. “You’ll get through all of it, and do you know why, little girl?”

Lily’s gaze had the temerity to narrow at that. “Because I deserve it, sir.”

“Right,” he replied. “Now spread those legs and get ready. The last three are coming hard and fast.”

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Love my Fate by Daryl Devore

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Love my Fate by Daryl Devore!! 

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What’s a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her? 

 Daryl Devoré’s latest is a quirky paranormal urban fantasy – Love My Fate. 

Corporate businesswoman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. After a mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.

 Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbours the irrepressible need to be with the woman he’s desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents – a fantasy.

Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?

 

Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair under the title Capri’s Fate. The edition has a new title, new cover and has restored previously deleted scenes.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn’t the least bit shocked, alarmed or confused, I watched as my glass dildo floated above me.

“Play with your nipples. Show me what you do to make them firm.”

“Excuse me?” My eyebrows rose up to my hairline. “You want me to play with myself? In front of you?”

“Yes.”

One simple, yet mortifying, word.

“I’m not a porn star.”

“Just touch yourself. I will not judge you.”

I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud.

“They’re beautiful. Continue,” the voice urged.

To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.

Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.

I took a moment to figure out what to do. Thall didn’t think to include the instructions, and I hadn’t had a chance to read them yet.

My bad.

Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.

Snap. Snap.

A surge of lust rushed through my body then centred in my crotch.

Snap.

Snap. Snap.

The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn’t fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudged me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?

The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart.

Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I’ve been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.

Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.

The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs.

“Do you want it?”

I groaned.

“Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?”

Do the Fates understand the term—duh!

A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.

Snap.

Snap. Snap.

Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.

The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.

I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body. “Touch me!”

“Where?” His voice brushed past my ear.

“My clit.”

Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn’t breathe.

Time-stopping, scorching strokes on the smallest part of my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy.

“Ohhhh!”

“Again?” His voice was soft and tinted with humour.

“Yes!” It was more of a snarl than a polite response.

I waited. The nipple clamp zapped me. I squealed. His petting dragged across my clitoris with molasses speed. My heart raced, my breaths were shallow pants as I arched my hips up and spread my legs as wide as I could. “Touch me again. Please.”

Total bitch in heat and I didn’t give a damn.

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Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines. Victoria Adams is Daryl’s alter ego when she’s inspired to write sweet romances with little to no heat.

 

Daryl lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, two black cats – Licorice and Ginny-Furr Purrkins – and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

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Forever Molly by Alyssa Bailey

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Forever is a long time to live with the wrong decision.

Newlywed Molly O’Connor loves a mystery of any kind and solving them gets her blood pumping almost as much as her new husband Cián O’Connor. Cián wants his wife to ease into her new life and is open to any way she finds comfortable. Soon, however, it becomes obvious that running a clinic, orienting to a large Irish family, and dealing with her protective husband isn’t enough excitement for the love of his life.

When things progress from a little harmless fun to horse thefts, assaults, kidnapping, and even murder, Cián puts his foot down. Despite his admonitions, his bride is too emmeshed in the events going on around them to heed his warnings for long. Molly becomes secretive, refusing to let go until it’s too late, putting herself and her family in grave danger.

It will take help from the entire O’Connor clan along with some special friends to ensure the young couple’s forever isn’t over before it begins.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Slap and tickle, that was what got Cián off, but he didn’t need it to enjoy time with his girl. Watching his Molly as she returned to the earth made him grin with his own satisfaction. She released her fireworks just seconds before he gave her permission. That was his miscalculation and not her fault. He wouldn’t penalize her for it but the look on her face told him it might be fun to play it out a little.

“Did you have permission, aingeal?”

“Cián, I can only last so long. I tried to hold off… I told you,” Cián quirked his brow. “No sir, you didn’t give me permission.”

He leaned down and kissed her lips, sliding his hands along her sides, settling them on her hips as he seated his cock deep. “No, I did not. What should I do now?”

“Make love to me?” her hopeful tone made him groan. He’d missed this playful Molly.

“You are asking me to reward your naughtiness,” he said as he kissed her neck. His lips worked their way back to her breasts as he remained crouched over her, his body caging hers.

“But I could make it incredible for you,” she smiled, trying to be alluring. She wiggled her bottom, drawing a groan from his own lips.

“If I allow it, there will be rules. You need to follow my instructions. If I let you have any freedoms, that is,” he admonished her in mock severity.

“I will listen, but you have to let me touch you.”

“Demanding?”

“Negotiating.”

Cián burst out laughing. “You’re a fast learner. I accept your terms.”

His head lowered to capture her lips, drawing out the sweet goodness as she wrapped her legs around his middle and drew him tighter to her.

“Cián, stop tormenting me,” Molly begged. Her whimper sent his staff into a near cramp.

His spoke next to her ear, low, deep, demanding. “Who says when it’s time?”

“Can’t it be me? Please come inside to play.”

“Oh, aingeal this is no longer play.” He re-entered her hard.

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Author Bio

Alyssa Bailey is a USA Today and International best-selling author. She loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. Power exchange adventures between strong, intelligent, sassy women who aren’t afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices is a common theme. 

 

Family and community is important to Alyssa and it’s one reason she loves series. She is expanding her horizons and comfort zone with every new book; that’s exciting. Sometimes, suspense and mystery stirs the plot, other times, it’s crazy day to day angst and danger. Whatever goes on before, there’s always a happily ever after ending. 

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Jenny admits to Dimitri what she likes in this week’s #SatSpanks

This week on #SatSpanks, there is an exclusive excerpt from my soon to be released co-write with Lily Harlem, Twisted, which will be released on July 21st, TOMORROW!!  Be sure to #oneclick this book today so you can read it when it is released!!

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“Sex between unmarried couples is illegal.” He trailed his lips up to her temple and spoke against her skin. “What we did in London, that would have us both arrested and locked up. The key thrown away.”

“It would?” What they’d done in London. Damn, she wanted more of that, now. But what was he saying? Was sex off the agenda? Had she come all this way for nothing?

“Luckily,” he went on, slipping his hand to her other breast. “We have more than one bedroom here, so we can stay under the premise of having separate rooms and all being perfectly decent.”

“And will we? Be perfectly decent, that is?”

“What do you think?”

“It wasn’t what I had in mind.”

“Me neither.” He released the top button of her blouse and slid his fingers beneath the material.

His flesh was warm on hers, his fingers big as they delved under the lace of her bra.

“Dimitri,” she gasped when he sought her nipple and tugged.

“Jenny. God, you’re so damn sexy.”

“But what about…? Should we go—?”

“It’s okay. I understand everything.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” He removed his fingers from her bra, tugged his hand from her blouse, and slid downward, to the waistband of her dark denims. “And I want you to trust me.”

She hesitated, then, “I do trust you.”

“Already?” A sliver of surprise edged into his tone.

“We’ve known each other for a while.”

“I suppose we have.” He released the top button on her jeans then drew down the zipper.

She trembled, curled her toes inside her shoes, and stared straight ahead at the view.

God, I love his hands on me.

“I need to touch you,” he said into her hair. “Feel you again.”

Oh and she loved this new side to him, this holding her tight and firm, taking what he wanted, being more dominant. “Yes. Touch me again.”

She gasped as he shoved at her denims, pushing them down to allow some give in the material. She wasn’t exposed, but he had access.

“Doing this” he said, his free hand coming up to her forehead and covering it. He forced her crown to the crook of his neck and held her there. “Would have us arrested.”

“Is it really so bad?” She widened her stance. Needing his fingers on her, in her. Getting arrested was the last thing on her mind.

“Tell me, does it feel bad? Criminally bad?”

“No.” She moaned as he maneuvered beneath the waistband of her panties. “Not at all.”

“So it feels good?”

“Yes. Oh, Dimitri, I wanted this again, with you…so much.”

“And…” he said softly.“Tell me…” He sought out her clit and rubbed the pads of his fingers over it. “Tell me what else you wanted from me that night in London.”

“Mmmm… I wanted to feel you let go, give in to your lust and just take me, wild and full of passion.”

There, she’d said it. Told him what she’d wanted. Put it on the table. He didn’t have to be a perfect gentleman in the bedroom, she didn’t need that. She needed a man to push her boundaries, help her learn about all the nuances in her desires and be comfortable enough with himself to give in to his animal urges.

Yes. Animal.

“A bit like the heat, you think you can handle my lust?” He slipped through her soft folds and circled her entrance. “Handle me if I go ahead and take what I want?”

“Oh, fuck…” She grasped his wrist, digging in her fingertips.

He chuckled. “Plenty of time for that. Right now you get this, and we’ll see how well you cope.”

He pushed into her, two fingers, thick and long.

She sagged against him, her pussy dampening and easing his way.

“Damn, you’re hot and tight,” he muttered. “Lucky bastard.”

She trembled and clenched around him. “What?”

“Er, I’m a lucky bastard. To have you.” He withdrew then pumped back in. Setting up a rhythm and hand-fucking her.

Her knees weakened, and she was glad he had her clamped to his body. She didn’t trust herself to stay standing. It felt so damn good to be at his mercy this way. They hadn’t even gotten upstairs. The bedroom wasn’t part of the equation, and here he was, driving her to a climax.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he whispered, his voice a little hoarse, as though excitement was stealing some of his breath.

“More.”

“You want more?”

“Yes, oh yes…please.”

“Because you said please, you can have more.” His palm caught on her clitoris, stimulating it with each jab of his fingers.

“Oh God,” she gasped, locking her knees.

“You’re going to come soon,” he said, his lips on her hair once more. “And your pussy will grip my fingers, your arousal will slick over my palm. And out there”—he paused—“are people, going about their business in offices, houses, boats, and helicopters. People who if they had binoculars could see you right now.”

“Fuck.” She clamped her thighs together. What was he saying? That she could be arrested, thrown in jail?

“But none of that matters, my sweet Jenny, because you trust me, you trust my judgement that no one is watching, no harm will come to you if you surrender to my touch and take what you need.”

“Oh, I need… I need to…” She was wet now, wet and needy, the pressure growing fast in her clit. He was touching her just right, building her up so fast and in a way she’d hadn’t even dreamed a man could.

“That’s it, let it go, let everything go. I’ve got you,” he said.

“I’m going to…”

“Yes and while you do, know that I own you, you are mine. Mind, body, and soul, all fucking mine.” He clasped her closer, the length of his body firm on hers, a thick bulge pressing into the small of her back. “Come, let me feel you come.”

She was trapped, held hostage by him. Her head spun, her nerves were on fire. She may well have observers, with no faces and no names, out there in the distance, but she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was Dimitri wringing this orgasm from her, pushing her into a spiral of bliss.

She held her breath, her ribcage swelling against his back. It was close, the pressure too big to contain.

The sound of his flesh rubbing on hers competed with the sound of her thudding pulse.

It was there. For a few sweeter than sweet seconds she was held in suspension, ecstasy ruling every sense, then she pounded into a wild orgasm. He didn’t let up, stayed with her, impaling her with his fingers.

“Dimitri!” she yelled, dragging her nails over his forearms. “Oh…please.”

“That’s it, let me own you,” he said into her ear. “All of you, and all of your pleasure.”

“Oh, don’t stop.”

He didn’t, fucking her with his fingers and dragging over her clit. She tried to raise her head, but he held it secure in the crook of his neck.

She was battling for breath, her throat tight, her legs weak.

“Ah, you’re so wet now, dripping for me and hugging my fingers. Sweet, sexy Jenny who has so many needs to be fulfilled.”

 

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Vikings – Dare to Enter Our World

Today is the day you finally get to meet Jerrik along with all of the other hot Viking men in this anthology! Be sure to grab a copy today by following the link below.

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Dare to enter our world

A horde of battle-hardened, ferocious Nordic warriors.
A Pictish village at the mercy of its enemies.
A harrowing bargain struck for nine fearful and reluctant brides.

Delivered into Viking hands, claimed and conquered, each bride must accept that she belongs to her new master.
But, as wedding nights bring surrender to duty, will fierce lovers also surrender their hearts?

The Highland wilderness is savage, life is perilous, and the future uncertain, but each Viking has sworn protection, and there are no lengths to which a man will not go to safeguard the woman he loves.

Nine tales of suspense, seduction and adventure, told against the forbidding backdrop of medieval Scotland.

Journey together with indomitable heroes and intrepid heroines, as they discover that the raging storms of fear and passion can transform into enduring devotion.

Heat level: volcanic 
Filled with action and suspense, these intensely passionate Viking historical romance stories feature scorching scenes of sexy sizzle.

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Limited Edition – available until late October 2019

Nine conquering reasons to surrender
Brandr – by Ashe Barker
Steinn – by Lily Harlem
Jerrik – by Felicity Brandon
Magnus – by Emmanuelle de Maupassant
Graeme – by Gianna Simone
Thorolf – by Vanessa Brooks
Garth – by Sassa Daniels
Ragnar – by Sky Purington
Bjorn – by Jane Burrelli 

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  • Hot alpha vikings, strong feisty brides and steamy sex; what is not to love? I really enjoy anthologies where all the books, by different great authors, revolve around a common starting story. Each book makes you feel like you are there in the Pict village in Scotland catching up on all your friends…. Elanie, Goodreads
  • The world building is phenominal. The characters are so full of personality they sometimes feel larger than life and yet they each have their own flaws making them totally relatable…. Rhonda, Goodreads

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It’s Cover Reveal Time!!

Hello everyone. I’m super excited to share with you my new cover for Fobidden! This is the third and final book in the Dark Necessities Prequel trilogy —and the final instalment in the dark universe of Connor and Molly.

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Check out this steamy excerpt from Forbidden—I cannot wait for you to read this book!

The rhythmic patting at her clit which could so easily lull Lily into somewhere heavenly if only Ethan would allow it to continue for long enough vanished again, replaced by a hard strike to her pussy instead. She screamed this time, permitting the pent-up energy coursing around her body to be liberated as the pain spiked, but as soon as the sound was out, the gentle crop was back. Teasing her, luring her and forcing Lily back into the realms of pleasure again.

Oh, sir. She tried to gather her scattering thoughts.

Only Ethan could do this. Only he could make her feel this way. One moment he makes an admission that should shock her to the core, and the next he has her back against the ropes again, hurting her and pleasing her—all at the same time.

“Is that good?” he asked with a laugh, but all Lily could do was blink in response.

He had a fistful of her hair and she could barely move her head, and all she could think about was that relentless little tapping at her clit.

Tap, tap, tap.

Each soft lick goading her, and drawing her body closer and closer to ecstasy.

And then the burgeoning pleasure was gone, and he brought he crop back down hard against her wetness instead, eliciting an even louder, guttural cry from her stretched lips.

“I said, is that good?”

Ethan’s voice was demanding.

Yes, sir.

She forced her reeling thoughts to answer him. Yes, sir. More. Please.

The sound of his dark laughter enveloped her as the tapping resumed, his hand tightening against her scalp.

“You’re going to come for me like this, pet,” he snarled from somewhere over her head.

Oh God. He was right, and Lily’s eyes squeezed shut in response. Much more of this and she was going to come. It was so good. It was all so good. All the pain and intensity of it. The way he was immobilizing her, the collar at her neck and the fucking horrible gag in her mouth. It was maddening, but it was working, pulling her rebellious body toward the highs that only Ethan had access to. The crop continued its magic, making her gasp and clench around the plastic in her mouth and the long plastic shaft still shoved into her arse. The aching fullness taunted her, reminding her who owned her body as Ethan’s crop tormented her clit through the hair of the tail he forced her to wear.

“That’s right.”

She blinked her eyes open at the sound of his growl, but Lily could barely take in anything. She didn’t see the garden furniture stacked neatly in front of her, or the numerous potted plants she’d been growing out here for years.

All there was now was Ethan and his wonderful darkness, and the knowledge that he was going to make her succumb.

It was only a matter of time.

“That’s right,” he told her again. “You’re mine, little pet. Mine to leash, mine to plug and mine to torture.”

Yes, sir.

“Tell me!”

I’m yours.

“Louder!”

Oh fuck, Ethan. I’m yours, sir. She screeched the words as powerfully as she could from her head into his.

“And who owns this arse?” he demanded, tapping the crop against the base of the plug wedged into her behind.

Lily moaned at the change of tact. Her body missing the clitoral stimulation, yet the tremors he sent through the plug nearly made her come anyway.

You own it, Ethan.

She wanted to turn her head and see him, but the fist in her hair was having none of it. There was no moving. There was no independent thought.

There was only Ethan.

Ethan’s will and Ethan’s way.

“And this cunt?” he mused out loud, dragging the crop south from the butt plug to her dripping wet pussy. “Who owns this, Lily?”

Her breaths were coming out in short, sharp bursts by now, her mind struggling to keep up with the multitude of sensations he was creating throughout her body.

You! she yelled as she blinked at the hand-crafted pots. You own it, sir.

Ethan lifted the crop and Lily just had time to gasp before it came crashing down against her pussy again, the pain now morphing straight into heat as her body sought out the pleasure it knew it deserved.

He chuckled ominously at that thought.

“Oh, you deserve it baby,” he agreed as he spanked her pussy with the crop again. “And don’t you worry, I’m going to give it to you.”

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Camille’s Second Chance by Alyssa Bailey

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Camille’s Second Chance by Alyssa Bailey!! 

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“We’re going to the ranch. This Daddy is taking care of all his little ones.”

 

Before she was twenty-one, Camille Hendrix had been lied to, cheated on, assaulted twice, forced into a loveless marriage, divorced, and left to fend for herself with one baby and another on the way. She had also been loved by a man she left without a word of explanation and missed every day of her life. Now, with a nursing degree and two preschoolers she was determined to return to her hometown and make a life, if possible, with the only man she ever loved. But was it too much to ask? Someone in town thought so. 

 

Sawyer Knight was the most sought-after playboy in three counties and probably more. Everyone knew the woman he loved had suddenly left town without a word. Since then, Sawyer could be seen most weekends at the Whet Whistle, kicking up dust, getting toasted, and going home with a different woman. No woman was permanent in his life and Sawyer made that known loud and clear, until Cami came back to town. She was divorced, a mother, and life weary but when he laid eyes on her in his brother’s house, she was still the most beautiful, feisty woman he’d ever seen. Maybe more than ever because her strength of character shone through the battle scars and his heart immediately yearned for her. If he claimed her this time, he wouldn’t let her go without a fight. It seemed the first opponent had already entered the ring.

 

This is book two in the Clearwater Ranch series but can be enjoyed as a standalone.

 

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, sensual scenes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Untangling his hands from her hair, he pulled her towards his lips as she kissed his torso on her way back up to his face. 

 

“My turn, now,” he whispered in a strangled harsh voice. 

“Not fair, you stole some of my time.” 

“Never said I was fair. It’s Daddy’s turn. Now climb on like a good girl.” 

“I still get to ride?” she asked eagerly as she positioned herself just right to mount him. “What kind are you?” 

“What kind?” 

“What kind of horse?” 

 

His deep chuckle made her tummy flip. “You’re riding the cowboy, baby. They are so much more inventive.” 

 

He brought her down onto his cock, fully seating her over him. Claiming her, showing her he not only took care of his woman, but he also took her. He held her in one position while he pumped her for a while and then allowed her to ride him. As she began to tingle from the friction of the pounding of her clit on every meeting of their pelvises, he demanded something he’d never said to her before. 

 

“Touch yourself, Camille. Bring yourself off.” 

“What? I can’t do that. It’s embarrassing.” 

“Can you argue with Daddy?” 

“No, but I can argue with my boyfriend.” 

“Fiancé,” he growled. “But when we’re in here, you don’t talk back. Daddy rules this room, not his little girl.” 

“Fuck that.” 

“I’m trying to,” he said as he slowed his movements. He released her hips and brought her down, chest to chest. The next thing she felt and heard was an explosion on her butt, then another one. Over and over she felt the sharp slaps on her butt as he continued to pump slowly. 

“Please, it hurts.” 

“Would you like another chance to do as I said?” 

 

Camille didn’t know how she’d touch herself in front of him but somehow, she would. She nodded. “Yes. I can try.” 

He nodded and helped her sit up straight on his staff then watched as she tentatively inched towards her clit. Two thigh slaps made her inch faster. Don’t think about it, just do it. She touched herself and it felt forbidden. That gave it more power and she was soon rubbing and circling her fleshy nerve center as he pumped faster. 

 

“God, that is so damn sexy, woman.”

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Author Bio

Alyssa Bailey is a USA Today and International best-selling author. She loves writing realistic romance for the naughty in all of us. Power exchange adventures between strong, intelligent, sassy women who aren’t afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices is a common theme. 

 

Family and community is important to Alyssa and it’s one reason she loves series. She is expanding her horizons and comfort zone with every new book; that’s exciting. Sometimes, suspense and mystery stirs the plot, other times, it’s crazy day to day angst and danger. Whatever goes on before, there’s always a happily ever after ending. 

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