Naked Rebel…

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This Tuesday, Anita Philmar joins us with her new off-world romance, Naked Rebel! Check out the synopsis of this tantalising new adventure…

A spy that prefers to work alone, Nick Royster’s assignment is turned upside down when his superiors sends him a personal companion. Not appreciating the need to watch someone else’s back, he attends a dinner of Salsar’s inner group. Only to learn, he has to sacrifice Rane to get the information he needs to end the war.

 Rane knows the important of winning. Her family slaughtered by Salsar, this is her homeland and she plans to do whatever it takes to win her peoples’ freedom.

With everything on the line, can these two have any future together or does love and war equal heartache? 

Ready for a red-hot excerpt? Brace yourselves, because this is sizzling (18+ only!)

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“Nick, as your companion, I want to please you.” She spread the moist sexual lips and dipped one finger inside her luscious heat.

He lifted his gaze to her face. Did she know what she was doing to him? Did the organization train her in the art of seduction the same way they trained him to kill? And what other skills did she have?

He searched for something to say to ease the tension between them. “Rane, why don’t you take off your breast wrap?”

She grinned and lifted her hands to do his bidding. The flimsy lace separated easily with a light tug. Rosy pink nipples burst from the confines and peaked into tight little berries.

He groaned at the sight of her reclining back on his pillow.

In one swift move, she sat upright and shifted to the side of the bed. “Would you like me to undress you?”

The idea of her hands caressing his body had his head nodding in agreement. “Why don’t you start with my boots, then you can move up from there?”

She dropped to her knees in front of him, but he shifted around so that he sat on the bed with her between his legs. Her hands quickly unbuckled his boots, and he slid his feet free. Her impatient hands allowed him only a moment before they slid over his knees to ride along the inside of his thighs. The tips of her fingers toyed with the clip of his pants.

Rock hard, he waited for her to release the levers and set his cock free.

The crotch of his pants parted. One of her small hands slid under the band of his shorts, and she tugged the material down. His hard cock sprang into her hand.

A grin formed on her face.

He shifted his hips and stood. “Why don’t you let me get rid of these pants? Then we’ll…”

A firm grip circled his sex, and her moist tongue traced crimson lips. “I can’t wait to taste you.” She leaned forward and shoved his shirt out of the way before licking his engorged rod.

Once, twice, then her hot breath caressed him.

Fire sped through his blood. Two years without sex, and he wanted to explode after a little fondling. He yanked off his shirt and grabbed her head. Instead of stopping her movement, he found his fingers sinking into the softness of her reddish-golden hair.

A wicked tongue fluttered against the tip. Her mouth then covered his penis in one long stroke.

He groaned as her lips caressed his length.  The ache in his groin demanded release. He gritted his teeth and curled his fingers into her soft locks.

Her mouth slid off his cock, and her eyes lifted to his. “Do you want me to give you some relief or do you want to hold off until you’re deep inside my pussy?”

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Dayum, that is hawt!

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Tempered Steel Series Books 4-6

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On August 8th, author and fellow Wicked Pen, Maggie Adams brings the Tempered Steel series (books 4-6) to our e-readers!

In this edition, The Coalson family saga continues with only small clues leading to the person responsible for the downfall of the family business and the ever-increasing presence of criminal activity in their small town. They vow to wreak vengeance on those responsible, but unforeseen circumstances may put the brothers and the ones they love in jeopardy.

Brandon and Nick foil an attempt to assassinate a pretty private eye and her sweet sister. Together with Sam and his best SEAL buddies, Jax and Noah, they vow to bring the ringleader to justice and rid their town of the criminals. But nothing goes according to plan, and the men must fight Mother Nature, a murderer, and the local law enforcement. Not to mention that the new secretary, Anna Meeks, is definitely hiding something, and Brandon is determined to uncover her secrets, and the luscious body she’s trying to hide under those ridiculously conservative clothes.

Lucky Coalson’s luck has run out. He’s been accused of murder and it’s up to the Coalsons and the Morgan sisters to find the real killer. Lucky cringes to know that the very woman who threw him in the river is going to be the one to save him from a prison cell. And feisty P. I. Renee Morgan isn’t too happy herself about it because every time she’s near him, her body responds in a very unprofessional manner.

Although Nick Coalson is attracted to the fiery redhead, Rebecca Morgan, her dangerous job makes her off limits, especially as she is almost killed during their investigation. He wants quiet and submissive, not reckless and determined. But her sweet curves and sexy smile are melting his resolve and his heart. When she is kidnapped by a human trafficker, Nick will need the help of an outside source who wants Rebecca for himself. So, who will come out the victor?

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Regency cover and title reveal!

Taming Lady Lydia!

It’s #sinfulSunday, and there’s no better time to bring you the gorgeous new cover for my long-awaited Regency spanking romance… I am also thrilled to finally reveal its title as Taming Lady Lydia!

So… ta da! Here it is!

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Isn’t it just… fabulous?! 🙂

Thanks to Korey, and the awesome team at Stormy Night Publications for creating this gem, and helping me to make this Regency project a reality. The release date is set for September 8th, and copies have already been sent to my advanced review readers, so things are shaping up nicely…

The official blurb is still being finalised, but here’s the synopsis to whet your appetite.

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When her father, Earl Franklin dies unexpectedly, eighteen-year-old Lady Lydia is sent to live with her guardian, the unknown and enigmatic Lord Thomas Markham. Initially eager to leave her new home, Lydia is indignant at her guardian’s firm and protective behaviour, but everything changes that first night when she accidentally discovers something shocking about life at Markham Hall…

Now, in spite of his rules and expectations, the young and indulged Lydia finds herself inexplicably drawn to her guardian. Lord Markham it seems, is a gentleman who will finally provide the firm hand she has always needed, and Lydia begins to crave his discipline, desiring him to take her over his knee and deliver a sound spanking.

With their affections for one another growing, Thomas and Lydia seem set for a bright future if only events would stop conspiring to tarnish their happiness. Can their burgeoning romance survive the scrutiny of Thomas’ mother, the Countess, and the interference of their peers? And can Lydia learn to live by Her Lordship’s governance, and find the happily ever after they so desire?

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Brace yourselves, Lord Thomas Markham is waiting…

He looks at me, his face burning with intent. “Know this Lydia,” he says in an even tone. “I have grown immensely fond of you these last days. I will care for you, look after your needs, and be here for you, but whenever you choose to overstep the line, I will punish you.”

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It’s time…

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This Saturday, it’s time for the spanking to begin. Lydia learns this the hard way when she finds herself – once again – over her guardian’s knee…

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He begins at once, the first strike landing hard and firm against my bare skin. I gasp out of instinct, feeling the stinging sensation overwhelm the area. “One,” I whimper, bracing myself for the next impact. Once again he spanks me, forcing the air from my lips as I mark the number. My spanking goes on, falling into that heady routine of the sound and feel of each swat, the connecting pain at the blow, and the sensuality which consumes me. I do not try to fight him; I yield entirely. The act is cathartic. I punctuate each strike with the number of the impact. Being made to do this makes the whole thing feel even more denigrating than usual, and I feel my hips squirming against his breeches. The burning need within me begins to build, and as he continues I know my core has become wet with desire.

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Replay Book 7: Wing Men…

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Today, I am thrilled to host the awesome Nia Farrell, and her latest new release, Wing Men (Replay Book 7)

This time around at the Replay resort, it’s World War I weekend, and vocalist Lara Eastman is one of the entertainers hired to help bring the past to life.  The offer comes at a time when she’s worried about how to pay her bills.  She accepts the job but declines getting vetted to play—something that she quickly regrets when she meets not one but two very attractive—and very Dominant—pilots.

 Alexander Boulton is the resort owner’s cousin.  This weekend, the handsome Brit is flying a Sopwith Camel against his rival Dmitry Chezhekov, a Russian-born pilot who portrays a German flying ace.  On the ground, the red-haired singer comes under both men’s sights. 

 Lara meets Alex first, but she’s equally attracted to Dmitry.  She rarely hooks up at events, but Alex and Dmitry will prove the exception to her rules.  The truth is, she wants them both.  Unwilling to settle for one when she can have it all, Lara proposes a threesome.

 The men are fierce competitors.  Each is determined to bring her the ultimate in pleasure.  Only one thing is certain.  If they want her, they’ll have to learn to share.

 Written for ages 18+.

Ready to dive into Replay 7? Check out this tempting little teaser…

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An air raid signal sounded.  German soldiers grabbed their guns and took their places behind the sandbag barriers.  The planes came in low, strafing the field.  Bursts of blank rounds sounded from the German rifles.  Puffs of dirt flew into the air from charges that had been laid earlier.  The way that they detonated, it looked like bullets from the planes were hitting the ground.

Meanwhile, the German pilots were scrambling, climbing in their fighters, strapping on goggles, and preparing to start their engines.  Five ground crew members each took hold of a propeller and gave it a spin.  The radial engines roared to life.  Freed of their wheel chocks, the planes headed for the runway.

Dmitry was the last to take off, but his Fokker’s superb climbing ability allowed him to quickly join the others.  They flew only far enough to turn and meet the British head on.

From her vantage point, Dmitry and Alex’s planes seemed to be on a collision course.  She held her breath and fisted her gloved hands, watching, hoping, trusting that nothing went wrong.  At the last minute, the Sopwith Camel pulled up, barely missing the Fokker.

More passes were made.  Planes were “disabled.”  Billowing trails of blue smoke, the downed German planes landed here.  The “crippled” British planes returned to their imaginary base.

Finally, only three were left.  Dmitry, Alex, and another British pilot engaged in a stunning display of aerial combat, with all the climbs, rolls, and maneuvers that you’d expect in a big-budget motion picture.  Eventually, Dmitry simulated being shot, leaving a trail of smoke as he landed.  The two British planes flew off, victorious after their successful raid.

Cheers broke out from the crowd.  When the applause had quieted, Sir Piers addressed the spectators who’d come out for the morning battle.

“Thank you,” he said.  “What an amazing display!  The pilots shall all return shortly and will be joining us.  Lunch will be served at eleven thirty, to our reenactors, patrons, staff members, and guests.  The next reenactment, scheduled this afternoon at one, will be a German attack on a French airfield.  The final battle today at five pm will be a different version of this scenario.  Meanwhile, the bar will soon be open in the casino tent, where games of chance, music, and conversation may be found for those who wish to stay the day.”

While they had been watching the combat demonstration, a crew of workers had erected yet another tent, yellow striped with two massive center posts and a roof that would cover a one-ring circus.  She guessed that tables, chairs, and equipment were being carried in through a back opening.  The casino’s front door flaps were closed.

“I’m afraid that it is off limits to you, my dear,” Sir Piers said, “where you are not vetted.  Pity, but rules are rules where scenes are concerned.”

“I understand,” she assured him.  “But the day is lovely.  You’ve provided food, and shelter from the sun.  A place to sit and things to see.  I’m hoping to get a closer look at the planes, if they’ll let me.”

“I’m certain that can be arranged.”  He lowered his voice to a dramatic whisper.  “I know people.”

Lara laughed.  “I’m sure that you do.  Hopefully, he’ll be back soon.”

Sir Piers strained his ear, listening.  “I do believe that I hear a familiar stutter headed this way.  Alex should be here shortly.  I must leave soon to check on the situation at home.  With luck, I will not return alone.  We shall see.”

The German soldiers were already headed for the food tent.  The ground crews and pilots followed.  Lara sat in one of four folding chairs at a small round table in a shady corner of the space. With tea to drink and a scone to nibble on, she settled in to people watch.  It always fascinated her when costumed civilians and military reenactors intermingled.  And she loved listening to the reenactors who regaled each other with stories.  It truly was like stepping back in time.

Being a single female, sitting alone and therefore perceived as available, she halfway expected to be approached by the men, and possibly some of the women.  Introducing herself as a non-vetted performer worked like a charm.  Most of these people were here to play.

The only one who seemed to not mind that she couldn’t was Dmitry.  But then, she suspected that he looked upon her as a special challenge.  He took his time coming over, accepting accolades from the other reenactors and chatting with a few other guests.  Helping himself to a plate of late breakfast and a cup of coffee, he headed straight for her.

“I sit here, da?”

Lara managed to not smile.  “If that’s a question—May you sit here?—the answer is yes.  Yes, you may sit with me.”

Dmitry took the chair to her right.  His plate was heavy on protein and lower on carbs.  He spiked his coffee with a dash of whatever he was carrying in an antique silver flask.  Slipping it back inside his brown leather aviator’s jacket, he flashed an unrepentant grin.  “A touch,” he said.  “Safe to fly later.  Safe to sit now.  Tonight, I listen to you.  When done, maybe you listen to me.  We see.”

“Lara.”

Alex’s voice dashed the flame that Dmitry’s smoldering delivery had ignited inside her, but only for a moment.  Alex and Dmitry were rivals in the air, but were they willing to share?  She didn’t want to choose between them.  She wanted them both, if only for the weekend.

Which brought her to all of the obstacles that must be overcome.  She wasn’t vetted.  If the men could be talked into a threesome, it would be vanilla sex in Dmitry’s room at the resort, quiet kink at her bed and breakfast, or permission to use the St. Leger’s Dungeon for a full-blown session of kinky f**kery.

She knew what she wanted.

Lara wanted it all.

“Alex,” Lara chirped, hoping that she managed to sound relatively innocent.  So many naughty thoughts were in her head right now, her mind was doing a spin that would have earned her a nine point five at the Winter Olympics.  “Won’t you join us?”

Dmitry bristled, but she ignored it.  Better to find out now if there was hope for both men tonight.  They would have to agree on a number of things—first and foremost, could they play with her together, or would she need to keep them apart?

Alex looked at his plate, at Dmitry, at her.  “I believe that I shall.  Thank you.”  He took the chair to her left, sandwiching her between them.

 Delicious.

Alex’s plate was a balance of protein and carbs.  He and Dmitry had both taken sausage links and scrambled eggs, but Alex had added hash browns, a biscuit with butter and jelly, and several pieces of fresh fruit.  Dmitry had opted for half a biscuit smothered in sausage gravy and no potatoes.

Dmitry seemed to be enjoying the Russian equivalent of Irish coffee.  Alex drank milk and nodded approvingly at her tea.

“So, tell me,” she said, looking at Alex.  “This morning’s combat.  From down here, it looked like you two were going to take each other out.  When you’re sharing airspace, how close do you get before you pull away?”

He sliced an apologetic glance at Dmitry.  “Today, closer than I like.  The controls were slow to respond.  I’ll check it out before I take her up again.”

Lara took a breath and looked at Dmitry, too.  “You didn’t try to avoid him.  No evasive action that I saw, anyway.””

Dmitry shrugged as if it were no big deal.  “He was close.  I wait.  He move.”

“Well,” she said, glancing at each man, connecting them with her gaze, “I’ve seen you share airspace.  I was wondering if—hoping that?—I might tempt you to share more.  Just so you know, I’m not a trained submissive.  I’ve never done anything much beyond having my wrists tied, wearing a blindfold, and getting spanked.  Pretty vanilla, I know.  But I’m willing, if you are.  Except that not being vetted limits us to what we can do on Replay property.  I’m going to leave you two to figure it out.  Come tonight and hear me sing.  After the concert, you can tell me what you want to do.”

She left them sitting, speechless.  It was a temporary state, she was certain.  While she went to look at the airplanes, they were probably stabbing at their breakfasts and dueling with each other for supremacy.

 There can be only one…

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Could two Doms be in control?  She thought so.  She hoped so.  One thing was certain.  If they wanted her, they’d have to learn to share.

 ***

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Risqué Pleasure by Ray Sostre.

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This hump day I am pleased to host the awesome, Ray Sostre, and his scorching new release, Risqué Pleasure (A Thrill Seeking Relationship #2.)

When Johanne Courier finds about her husband’s infidelity, she decides to take charge of her life. In doing so she has an affair of her own with Jean Dorcel, the fiancé of her husband’s mistress. Johanne and Jean spend a weekend together, where erotic fantasies are fulfilled. After sharing a weekend of indulgence and pleasure, what lies ahead for these betrayed lovers?

Read the sexy little excerpt from the book here…

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The two arrived back in Montreal. Johanne was already turned on by Jean’s dirty fantasies, and all the things he wanted to do to her. She loved it. She still couldn’t believe she’d shared an erotic conversation with someone she had just met, and that he’d been willing to fulfil some. Johanne was more than willing to participate in his sexual fantasies; even try a few things she had never done. If there was anything Jean had promised her, it was to give her the excitement the two had been longing for.

When they arrived at her place, Jean parked the car in the garage. She lived in a five-story building just outside of downtown. Once inside, they rode the elevator up to her floor. Johanne lived at the very top. The ride back home had her all hot and bothered; she couldn’t wait to get naked with him. When they arrived at her condo, the two were in each other’s arms.

Johanne kissed him wildly. She felt herself being pinned against the wall, while his hands wandered over her body. His hand then reached over her breasts, and the two exchanged a lustful, demanding kiss that could’ve lasted a lifetime. Johanne was hungry for him, burning with need. She felt herself turning around, and pinning Jean against the wall, and Johanne felt like she was taking charge. She felt her ass being cradled by his touch. The way his tongue moved inside her had her thinking of other places where his tongue could be.

Then she broke away from her kiss and said. “Let’s go to the bedroom. It’s much more comfortable.”

Jean let out a chuckle. “You know, we could do it anywhere.”

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Shameful recollections…

#WipItUpWednesday

It’s hump day again, and that means it’s time for another steamy look inside my forthcoming Regency spanking release!

This week, we join Lydia as she recalls the outrageous behaviour that Lord Thomas Markham inspires in her…

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It is sometime later when I find myself curled against Thomas in our huge, four-poster bed. The memories of our earlier debauchery swim in my mind, as though they are distant recollections, not the reminiscences of just a few hours ago. I watch the light slipping from the window, listening to the comforting sound of my husband’s heartbeat as I recollect our arrival back to the house. I was fortunately dressed again by this point, but much of our transgression must have been obvious from the condition of my day dress, which was soiled heavily by the grass and mud in which I had knelt.

Embarrassment stirs in me again, and I shift against his body, rousing him from his own thoughts. “Are you well, my love?” he murmurs, lifting his head to look down upon me.

I shift my face so that I can see him. He looks relaxed and gleeful, as well he might – and yet I cannot deny him the pleasure he desires – on this of all days. “Yes,” I whisper, with a nod of my head. “I was just thinking about our walk earlier.”

He smiles, knowing at once to what I refer. “Mmmm,” he answers, “we must walk there again soon. You looked most becoming on your knees in front of me.”

“Thomas!” I say, suppressing the natural blush which rises to my face. “You must not say such things!”

“Nonsense,” he replies flatly. “On the contrary, these are things which a husband should say to his wife.”

I sigh, not wanting to disagree. “I am pleased that you enjoyed it,” I say, bashfully, and he grins at my response.

“My love, claiming your mouth is as near to heaven as I am likely to get,” he replies with a wink.

I smile. “You are truly incorrigible!” I say, but I cannot help but laugh at his expression.

“Guilty,” he replies, and his grin broadens.

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