This time I bring you another scorching snippet from my forthcoming hot Regency spanking romance, Taming Lady Lydia. This little teaser is a reminder for Lydia to always thank Lord Markham when she has received a sound spanking…
“Ouch, Thomas!” I yelp, angered to have received yet more punishment.
“What did I ask you to do once we reached fifteen?” he demands from the seat above me.
I swallow, straining my mind to recall his words. It is then that I realise I have forgotten to thank him for my spanking—the idea filling me with yet more derision. “Thank you, My Lord,” I spit out the words, not really meaning them at all. I can tell by his tone that he is unimpressed with my performance.
“Do you wish to receive another five swats, Lydia?” he asks coldly.
“No!” I say quickly, wishing he would just allow me up. “I am sorry, My Lord. Thank you for punishing me!” I cannot believe the words have left my lips, but left them they have.
“Mmmm…” He sounds unconvinced, but after a moment I feel him slide my stays and petticoat back over my punished bottom, followed soon after by the weight of my skirt. “Very well. This is done—for the time being.”
I’m an arrogant, self-righteous Italian guy who only thinks through one thing… I never see the same woman twice – it’s my rule. I throw the most outrageously wicked and sexy parties for my own satisfaction and relish on women like I do my fine dining. I’m a playboy by day and a playboy by night. They call me the Italian Playboy and I love it! Only, all of that changed one night when a dark haired beauty stepped into one of my sex parties. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I had to have her. But no sooner than my eyes had met her naked body, she was gone. I had to find her.
And I wouldn’t stop until I did.
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“Okay so you want grand, extreme and flamboyant.
How about I put some ideas together and send them over?”
“Are you not bringing them to me?”
“Tut, tut,” he said, wagging his finger at me. “Correction,
you will bring them to me. I like the personal touch,” he quirked the corner of his mouth and winked.
He walked away like some goddamn prince.
“I think we should call a meeting ASAP.” I called after him.
“Absolutely, tomorrow, but remember,” he said, stood at
the other side of the room, “I’m a busy man. I don’t hang around.”
He ambled back towards me. I stood digesting he
“I can make some plans and see what you think.”
“Perfect, by the way cute ass and that blouse does
nothing for your tits.”
“I wasn’t aware I asked your opinion.”
“You didn’t, but I bet when you’re wearing the right
clothes you look scorching.” He wagged his brow.
The man clearly loved himself.
“Anyway, I need to be leaving. I have to put ideas
together, if you could send me your e-mail address I can send ideas to you.”
“Bring your ideas to me. We have already discussed this it
will give me a chance to admire you again, we could have a drink,” he cheekily
“I am simply working here on a project, not here for you
to drool over.”
“Shame, I was hoping to try and get in your knickers, if
you wear them, but looking at you, I’d say you’re wearing those big unsexy
I choked on my saliva.
“Do you hold no shame?”
“No, not really, I am addicted to pussy. Now, I want you
to bring the designs to me, no further ifs or buts…I am the one paying for you
and expect,” he in fumed me with his cologne. “Something mind-fucking-blowing.
If you catch my drift.”
“Fine, I will put some ideas together and bring them to
“You’re leaving so soon,” he said, disappointed.
“I am a busy woman, Mr. Valentino. I have another client
This #WipItUp Wednesday, I am excited to bring you a soothing post-punishment moment from my new Regency spanking romance, Taming Lady Lydia. The book will be released on September 8th, and between now and then, I’ll be bringing you some more sensual, sexy snippets to whet your appetites! 😉
“Hush, Lydia,” he says tenderly.
I sob against him, seeking his heat and strength. “I am sorry,” I whimper. “I do not usually act this way…”
He chuckles lightly, caressing the exposed side of my face with his thumb. “I suppose you are not usually punished with a crop for your behaviour?” he offers by means of an explanation.
I raise my head to see him, thinking what an awful state I must seem to be in now. “True,” I reply throatily. “But until you, no gentleman had ever corrected my behaviour at all.”
He presses his forehead into my own. “That is my responsibility now,” he whispers, “and one that I take seriously. But please know—I will never punish you in malice or anger.”
I nod my head to show my understanding. “I was not being unkind earlier,” he goes on. “I love bringing you pleasure, and I did so want to see you come apart. Your sapphire eyes are beautiful, Lydia, and they unlock a great many of your secrets.”
I sigh, recalling how sweet that pleasure had been. The memory feels almost distant now. “I did my best to keep my eyes open,” I murmur. “I think it is impossible though, to do so? Did you trick me, My Lord?”
He smiles. “Perhaps,” he admits. “Perhaps I just wanted a reason to play with my crop?” He pauses, looking down upon me with intense eyes. “I am not usually so whimsical. I fear it is the effect that you have on me, Lydia…”
“Whimsical?” A soft laugh leaves my lips for the first time in a while. “Thomas, you are the least impulsive person I have ever met!”
“Really?” he asks playfully. “Do you mean that I am cosseted and wilful like yourself, My Lady?”
I want to scowl at him, but the tender warmth we are sharing is simply too good to taint. “Perhaps,” I agree, smiling.
We stay this way for some time. He holds me, soothing me and slowly bringing me back from the brink. At some point, my lids become so heavy that I fade into dreams against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling me into sleep.
Sometime later, I am roused by the sensation of being lifted. I open one eye sleepily, aware of Thomas carrying my soporific body across the corridor and into my own room. His deep, tender voice whispers into my ear. “Come, my sweet Lydia. It will not do for Lucy to find you in my room tomorrow morning.”
He guides me into my own bed, pulling the soft covers over my body, and the last thing I remember is the warmth of the kiss he places against my half-open lips.
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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!)
“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?”
Dayum, that is hawt!
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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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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!
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.
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?
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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