It’s Saturday, and I think you know what that means… Assume the position, and here we go with another sizzling snippet from my current WIP – the sequel to the hotly-anticipated, Taming Lady Lydia…
“My cravat was not intended to be a pleasurable gag, Lydia,” he tells me, guiding my mouth towards his face with the with his large palm. “It helped to remind you how to control your mouth, and which of us makes the rules in this marriage.”
I am now just inches from his strong jaw, and I want so desperately to kiss the stubble there. Perhaps sensing my desire, he tilts his head, capturing my chin and drawing my attention back to his eye-line. “Which of us is that, Lydia?”
I squirm under the weight of his expression; his green orbs ooze a quiet, knowing authority. “You, Thomas,” I whisper, my words spilling out in a rush. “You are in charge.”
Just saying the words aloud makes my core liquefy.
“That’s correct, my love,” he purrs seductively at me. “I am in charge. So if I ask you to refrain from speaking on a subject for a specific period of time, I do expect you to obey me.”
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Welcome to #WIPItUpWednesday, and with it, more from my current work(s) in progress. This week I want to bring you a little snippet from the sequel to Taming Lady Lydia, and in this scene Thomas is up to his old tricks again…
I swallow hard at the sheer gratification of the scene, all too aware of the painful surge of arousal at my groin. Drawing in a deep breath, I move towards her bound and spread-eagled body, pressing myself against her exposed flesh. “So, you do remember?” I ask, barely hiding the growl which leaves my throat.
She gasps, the sound rushing from her hot mouth in a matter of seconds. Instinctively she raises her head to find where my voice has come from, her chin resting against the hardness of my chest.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her voice desperate. Without the use of her eyes, she is clearly more vexed by the bondage than usual. “I am sorry, My Lord…”
A surge of desire floods my body, propelling my hardness in her direction. I push my groin against her outstretched thigh, hearing the low moan which greets it. At that moment, my arousal seems to peak, and I fight to compose myself. Something about the resonance from her lips stirs me in the most profound way, and I capture the soft sound of her desperation with my hard, eager mouth. She stops fighting at once, opening herself to my desire the way petals open at the first ray of the sun. Sinking my fingers into the length of her golden tresses, I use my left arm to hold her slim body against me as I claim her mouth.
You can read more of Thomas’ love and discipline in Taming Lady Lydia, when it’s released on September 8th, 2017!
A Virgin princess meets a fierce barbarianwarlord…
This week, the Never Ending Blog tour brings us the awesome, April Vine, and her steamy science fiction spanking romance, Taken by the Barbarian!
Having spent her life confined behind the walls of an opulent palace where she could be kept safe and pure, twenty-year-old Princess Saraska is innocent, naïve, and utterly unprepared for what is in store when she is taken captive by Roark, the barbarian ruler of the planet Sentara.
To her surprise, Saraska quickly discovers that while Roark will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her thoroughly any time he feels it necessary, the tall, handsome king is far from the ruthless savage she expected. His stern discipline and his bold, intimate exploration of her virgin body leave her quivering with need, and when at last he claims her completely his skilled, dominant lovemaking brings her pleasure more intense than she could have ever imagined.
Though Saraska grew up believing her people were peaceful, she soon begins to realize that she has been lied to her entire life. But when her own father conspires to turn her against Roark, will Saraska see through his schemes and trust in the man she has grown to love?
Publisher’s Note: Taken by the Barbarian includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
If you love your romance crammed with hot sexy alpha males and spanking, read on for the steamy excerpt…
If he thought she would obediently stay for her punishment, he didn’t know her at all and this time nothing he said would stop her from leaving. His commands to stay, to come back at once and she’d be sorry if she didn’t, trailed behind her. All she needed was her bed.
“Saraska.” The magnificent power and overwhelming dictatorial strength in his tone as he bellowed her name finally stopped her dead in the path.
He had never uttered her name before and saying it that way instilled a unique quality in her to obey him. She feared him because he was an unknown and yet in that same instance, some other force compelled her to submit to him, if only to see what her name falling from his lips did to his face if he said it gently and with kindness.
Slowly she turned around and found herself staring at his wide hard chest. How had he closed the distance between them so silently?
“You have not been eating.” He didn’t ask the question; he stated it as a fact.
She said nothing, crossing her arms over her chest again as a meager attempt to protect herself from him. He raised her chin with his finger and her spine threatened to fold with a thousand tingles.
“Look at me when I talk to you,” he said. Why couldn’t she stop her eyelids from flickering open and staring into his dark green gaze, like an abyss of the forbidden?
“You can’t make me eat, Alien,” she said, defiance making her braver.
“I can make you do anything I want you to do, slave.”
She swallowed but maintained her brave face. So far he done exactly as he chose when it came to her, never asking her feeling or opinion. He dictated and expected his demands to be executed. Well, she was not one of his subjects. She would never be, no matter how much he tried to break her. She was an Actual born princess. And he was a barbaric Alien Warlord.
“Then I object,” she said. “Since you’ve so generously given me to Jacob, he should be the one to discipline me and not you. I am his slave after all.”
“You would rather let someone else touch you?” The ripple in his hard square and inexorable jaw frightened her as did the low threatening husk in his voice, but only for a moment.
“I would have anyone who is not you, touch me.” She jerked away from him but didn’t flee to safety even though her mind begged her to do so.
“Will you clean the sus-sty, water the crops, bake the bread, wash the clothes, and feed the galluses?”
“No,” she said and raised her head.
He gripped the back of the chair Gertrude sat in sometimes as she feed those feathered things that looked like birds of a very strange variety but couldn’t fly. They called them galluses. She knew all this because Gertrude would tell her things about her bizarre planet every night. She fell asleep for those short bouts of sleep to the sound of the kind lady’s voice.
He dropped his body into the seat, his long legs spread wide.
“On Sentara, disobedience will earn you a spanking. As a resident you are required to follow the rules. Now lift your nightdress and lie over my lap,” he instructed.
It’s 25 days until my new spanking romance hits your e-readers, and I cannot wait to hear what you all think about this latest book! Taming Lady Lydia is a little bit of a departure for me, especially after the ferocity of The Viking’s Conquest. The story of Thomas and Lydia is one of transition, temptation and trust, and its narrative has a much more sensual tone than many of my previous tales.
I am currently penning the sequel, and am pleased to say that despite the apparent ‘happy ever after’ of Taming Lady Lydia, there is still much more contention to come in the lives of those residing at Markham Hall. That and carnality of course, they’ll be much more sexual tension, discipline and hot sex as well! 😉
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Today I am thrilled to once again host my fellow Wicked Pen author, Nia Farrell. Her upcoming new release, Keeper: Avenging Angels MC (Book 2) is out next month, so she’s here to whet our appetites with some juicy details about the book!
Luke “Mad Dog” McLanahan and Isabella Castellari have a history. Kind of. He’s a member of the Avenging Angels MC and one of four brothers whom she thinks slept with her sister three years ago. Or did they? Nothing is as it seems. Isabella’s world is turned upside down when lies are exposed, truths revealed, and the man she’s been fantasizing about for three long years makes her an offer that she should refuse but can’t.
When Mad Dog recognizes Isabella stranded on a rural country road, remembering her toxic sister, he almost doesn’t stop. Seeing her as an end to a means, he brings her back to the Avenging Angels MC clubhouse and quickly learns that she’s different—very different—than what he expected. She’s a curious innocent, and willing to submit to his domination. But there are complications. A mob boss uncle, protective parents, a traitorous friend, and secrets that have been kept for far too long. Secrets that will either bind them together or tear them apart.
This book has adult content and may contain triggers. Written for ages 18+.
Ready for a naughty little excerpt? Go on then (but be warned this is for adults ONLY!)
He couldn’t deny, it was a huge ego stroke to know that he was her first. But she was also Isabella F**king Castellari. Never Miss Little Italy like her sister, but they shared the same blood ties to the f**king mob.
Of course, Isabella didn’t know that he knew about her crime family connection. He’d been keeping too many f**king secrets for too f**king long. Her sister Krissy and her Uncle Giovanni were just some of many.
Rather than open that can of worms, he chose a safer subject.
“So, tell me.” Reaching, he smoothed her hair back from her face and traced the line of her jaw with two fingers. “Before tonight, did you know that Anna was seeing Richie?”
She sighed softly. “No. I mean, I thought that she was seeing someone, but she always had an excuse. Usually, it was homework, but then we graduated and she was still too busy.”
Mad Dog forced his voice to stay calm. “How old are you, Isabella?” Please tell me you’re not jail bait on top of a mob boss’s niece.
“I turned eighteen on March sixth. Michelangelo’s birthday. And the day the Alamo fell, if you’re into Texas history. How old are you?”
“Thirty.” Twelve years her senior. He rubbed a hand across his face and blew out softly. “Jesus, that sounds old.”
Reaching across, she caught his dog tags, weighed them in her hand, and said solemnly, “You’re not old. You’re experienced. And I’m hoping that you’ll teach me.”
He levelled a look at her. He needed to be honest, at least in this. “Clubhouse life isn’t for everyone,” he told her. “We do things different here. We’re all in the BDSM lifestyle as well as the club. The men here Dominate. The women submit. Did you read Fifty Shades or watch the movies?”
“Well, f**k that shit. That’s not how things are done. You want to learn? We’ll get cleaned up and go downstairs. The lounge is your classroom. You’ll learn things there that they don’t teach in college. Are you signed up to go anywhere this fall?”
“SIU,” she said. “For photography and graphic design.”
He remembered the point-and-shoot he’d found in her purse. “You a shutterbug?”
“You could say that. I took my first picture when I was four. Got my own camera when I was six. I never leave home without one.”
“And the graphic design?”
“You know all those books on my reader? Someone does the covers. Might as well be me. Take the pictures, offer premades and customs. It’s something that I think I’d enjoy and be good at. I’ve already done one for my cousin. She uses a pen name so that no one knows she writes erotica. She tells people that she’s a ghost writer and can’t disclose anything.”
“She had you do a cover? Like, with models? Naked models?”
Isabella bit her lip and coiled a strand of hair around her finger. “Well, it is erotica,” she said coyly.
He wasn’t smiling. She was eighteen, for Christ’s sake. What the hell was her cousin thinking?
“Just teasing!” She traced his lips with the pad of her index finger. He caught it between his teeth and refused to give it back until her eyes had gone smoky and her thoughts were disjointed. “She, um…” Isabella cleared her throat and tried again. “She dressed up like a cheerleader. The cover shows her chest and midriff. You…um…you can’t see her face.”
“Paperback or just e-book?”
“Both.” She smiled with quiet pride. “I have a copy, if you’d like to see it.”
“I would.” If they were going to try and make a go of this, he needed to know what she was doing. What she had planned. Then he’d expand her horizons where he could.
“And the graphic design—apart from the book covers. Can you draw?”
Her brow scrunched. “Yes? Some? That’s not my—”
“Sweet. You could learn to tattoo.”
“Wait. What?” She looked at him, confused. He’d gone too fast and lost her. Now she was trying to get her bearings.
He shifted gears. “How about a summer job? You working anywhere?”
“No. I’m taking two online classes. Getting some of the required subjects taken care of so that I can immerse myself in the good stuff come fall.”
“The club owns a tat shop. Angel Ink. Flynn will need to see what you can do, but if you pass muster and want a full- or part-time job, he can use the help. Front desk scheduling, answering the phone, checking in deliveries. Normal receptionist-office assistant stuff. He can teach you on the side, if you want to learn. Never hurts to learn another job skill, just in case the market for photography tanks, no one’s hiring graphic designers, and your cousin can’t afford what you’re worth.”
That last bit seemed to perk her up. “How do you know what I’m worth?” she challenged. “My professors might think that I suck.”
He begged to differ. “As your teacher, I would say that your oral skills need developed, but the student shows promise. Think you’re ready for your next lesson?”
Mad Dog caught her hand and wrapped her fingers around his half-hard shaft. “Just a hint. The correct answer is yes….”
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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.
✶💕✶ EXCERPT ✶💕✶
“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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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?
Don’t forget to read the story from the beginning with Whistlin’ Dixie, and meet all brothers and the sexy, strong-willed women that win their hearts. Grab the beginning of the saga now!