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Molly’s endurance – #SatSpanks #DarkRomance #Erotica

#SatSpanks

It’s finally the weekend, and with it comes the delicious #SatSpanks blog hop! This week I am bringing you more from one of my current, darker WIP’s. In this scene, Molly’s punishment is only just beginning…

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Her silent questions were answered by his hand which landed against her bared behind again before she could fully process his last comments. He spanked her five times in fast succession, each swat landing in almost exactly the same spot as the prior, and causing her bottom to sting unbearably. Molly flinched at the pain, her head becoming heavier with each strike. This wasn’t the way she’d imagined punishment spankings when she’d written them. In her books, the heroine was always punished with a loving hand, knowing that her pleasure would be imminent if she only endured the penance. But Connor’s hands were not loving, and there were no guarantees of anything for her now. She didn’t even know when she’d be free again, let alone able to enjoy pleasure. A low sob caught in her throat as his hand moved against her punished ass again and again, and she buried her head into the bedding, grateful at least that she didn’t have to see his face during the ordeal.

The spanking continued over Connor’s lap, Molly’s behind now surely on fire as his palm connected with her ass again. Her bottom felt several times larger than it had done before, and she wondered if and how she’d be able to sit once he’d finally finished. He spanked her again and this one felt hard, even in spite of all of the previous swats. The next strike was harder still, and she gasped, fighting to resist the urge to try and move from her place.

“Please,” she murmured in desperation. “I’m sorry, sir, but please. It hurts so damn much!”

It was a humiliating thing to admit, particularly in light of the position she found herself – upturned over a stranger’s lap for a bare bottomed spanking – but she was past caring about that now. It did hurt, a lot – and she wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.

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The Viking’s rules – #WIPItUp #eroticromance

#WIPItUp

Happy hump day! Sadly, this is my penultimate #WIPItUp blog post, so I wanted to being you something juicy and a little longer than normal… As a result, I’m offering an exclusive sizzling excerpt from my new Viking romance, the follow up to the #1 best-selling book, The Viking’s Conquest! Read on to enjoy!

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The nights this far north seem endless, and when I open my eyes again the room is still shrouded with darkness. Rolling to my right side, I find my Viking sleeping peacefully next to me, and I press myself into his body heat. I have had such few opportunities to explore his body. I am usually either bound, or being commanded in some other shameful, though tantalising way, but rarely do I have free reign to touch him. I press my palm into his chest, trailing it south over his torso. My fingers run over the firm contours of his abdominals, following the muscles as they taper down towards his groin. I smile into his side, knowing full well where my fingers are going next. Desire swells at my centre, goading me to continue, and my index finger nudges against the nest of hair at his manhood.

Excitement races through me at the prospect of being able to handle Anders’ magnificent cock without supervision, and unthinkingly my digits move into his coarse hair. I find his organ, already semi-erect, and stirring at my limited stimulation of his body. Nervous energy floods my mind. I am finally going to get to play with his erection – after all of the immense frustration and pleasure it has brought me over the last months. I can barely believe it. I wrap my hand around the lower shaft, fisting it gently and gleeful as it hardens under my touch.

“What is this?” Anders’ tone is sleepy, yet there’s no denying the rasping eroticism laced within it. “I see my little sweeting is awake already?”

My fist stills, yet I squeeze his cock gently, willing it to swell further for me. “I am sorry, My Lofðungr,” I murmur up his body. “I can hardly resist you.” I glance up at him in the shadows, “are you angry with me?”

His left arm sweeps up my body, across my shoulders and his fingers are suddenly in my hair. “Not angry, Aurelie,” he chortles as his digits grip into my locks. “Though perhaps increasingly stunned by your growing pluck.”

The early morning light is still weak, and I blink into the darkness, uncertain if he is amused or upset with me. “Forgive me,” I whisper. “I do so desire you, Anders.”

He is on me in a moment, spinning me onto my back and capturing one, and then two wrists, which he contains easily in his right hand. “You are becoming rather informal, Aurelie,” he breathes, pulling my imprisoned wrists up behind my head.

I gasp, my head whirring at the dramatic change of events. Is he cross with me, or just playing? It seems impossible to tell. I glance up to his expression in the half-light, looking to his scintillating blue eyes for clues. “Again, forgive me,” I splutter, apparently full of apologies this morning.

He assesses me, his powerful body pinioning mine to the bed below us. My ass, still sore from last night’s punishments rubs painfully against the covers. “I am pleased that you desire me,” he smiles, “and yet I think you forget your place, My Lady .”

My heart pounds at his words, and the sensual threat they promise.

“You do not touch me without permission, are we clear on this?” His tone is firm, but he doesn’t raise his voice, and somehow the cool, calm persona is all the more disconcerting.

“Yes, My Lofðungr,” I reply in a hurried whisper. “We are clear.”

His hard-set features thaw a little at my evident trepidation, his eyes now just visible from the first light of dawn. Anders’ gaze holds me in place, immobilising me with his intensity, as much as his body. “Good,” he answers finally. “I will punish you for this transgression, my sweeting, although as yet I am undecided how. I will make up my mind in due course, and deliver your penance this evening.” He pauses, lowering his face to kiss my mouth in an unhurried way. I squirm beneath him, passion pooling at my core at the casual authority and control he has over me. The feeling of his hardness nudging my hip does little to alleviate my growing desire. “We have an important day today,” he continues as he draws away. “I want you to remember what awaits you this evening as the day passes.” He smiles at this, obviously imagining the agonising anticipation which will torment me. I imagine it too, and all at once it feels hard to breathe.

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Hidden Embers (Book 1 Bride of Fire) by Jane Burrelli

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It’s Sunday, and today Jane Burrelli is helping to make it all the more sinful with her new release, Hidden Embers. Check out the book details below…

When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. It’s a pity they didn’t care to bless anything else.

The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her people and rejoin the Empress.

It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western wastelands. The journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren. The leader of the Iceari, the natural enemy to Firelanders.

Zorren is reputed to be a ruthless leader and Mira fights the attraction that blazes between them. Resulting in a clash of not only their wills but also their elements. After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?

This is book one of the new Bride of Fire series. Join the journey to a mystical world and the adventure and romance that awaits.

Publisher’s Note: This fantasy romance is intended for adults only and contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual scenes set in an apocalyptic world.

Here’s a sexy snippet from the book…

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“What in the Goddess’ name are you doing?” I screeched.

Rearing up I found a firm hand planted in the center of my back pinning me in place. The only thing I had succeeded in doing was loosening my own trews. To my horror, his fingers curled into the waistband. I threw my hips from side to side, my attempts at evasion pitiful.

“You can’t do this!” My protests went unheeded.

He calmly took a firm grasp of my hips and threw his leg over mine. Panting, I found I couldn’t move, trapped like a creature in a snare. “I’m making sure I can see if I truly hurt you.”

The fabric rasped over my tender skin. Shivering, my squirming bottom revealed to the elements, the chilled air bringing a moment of relief. “Trust me, it hurt.”

His hand rubbed the reddened flesh, murmuring, “Your skin colours so easily.”

The touch ignited a steady throb between my legs—what in Khatri’s name? The pause allowed me to gather my wits.

“Do you know why you are in this position?”

Khatri’s tits, he wanted to talk now! “Because you can’t abide being defied!” I hissed, struggling to concentrate on anything but calloused fingers now tracing patterns on my heated flesh.

Closer and closer to the apex and I wiggled, longing for more of the same. The soft touch lingering at the sensitive crease where buttock met thigh. I shivered but it was different from the previous man who had touched me. It wasn’t revulsion, it ignited a fire that I didn’t know how to put out. “

Is that what you think?”

Lazily the finger drew back and forth, and my muscles jerked in response. The unexpected wallop shattered the first inklings of pleasure and sent my cheeks bouncing. The sting increasing tenfold without clothing to mute it.

“Try again.”

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A darker spanking #Amwriting #SatSpanks #DarkRomance

#SatSpanks

It’s the weekend, and my mind is definitely in a dark place this week, as my #SatSpanks snippet shows. We join the trials of Molly, who finds herself at the whim of a menacing stranger in this raw and unedited excerpt…

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“You look so good like this, Molly,” he purred from over her.

His words stirred her, snapping her from the thoughts of escape, and filling her with fresh anxiety.

“You should see how gorgeous this arse is now it’s reddening under my palm. Fucking beautiful…”

Molly gulped at that, unsure how she felt about his admission. Of course she was disgusted. Appalled by the way he was treating her. He had no right to take her, to bind her, or to spank her, and they both knew it. But as the swats continued to land against her, that most curious thing began to happen. Instead of registering the pain of each new strike, something else was transpiring inside her head. Now there was pleasure too. Her mind acknowledged the motion of his palm, and perhaps even conveyed the impact, but it didn’t really hurt any more. Or maybe it did, she wasn’t sure, but if it did then she welcomed the pain. She sought it. Yes, that was it. It did hurt, but now she liked it – she wanted it. It was the most bizarre realisation.

Now when she pulled at the ropes at her wrists, and felt them cut into her flesh she didn’t want to run from the sensation, she wanted more of it. She realised she was revelling in the ignominy of being bared to Connor. Yes, it was still humiliating, but now the humiliation was making her wetter than before. Wet, and hot, and ready.

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There’ll be lots more from Molly and Connor in the coming weeks, so stay tuned for my blog for more of their twisted tale. Don’t forget to check out the rest of the blogs at the #SatSpanks hop this Saturday.

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Revenge of the Pirate Twins by Brandy Golden

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It may be Friday the 13th, but fear not! Today, I bring you Brandy Golden’s latest new release, Revenge of the Pirate Twins.

She wants vengeance, he wants her.

In the book, twin sisters Frankie and Kat Fontaine, are wilful, undisciplined, highly skilled in weapons, and fiercely determined to find the infamous master of the black pirate ship called the Nemesis. Jacques LaSalle, the owner of that ship, is the blackguard that attacked their father’s merchant vessel, killing their father and abducting their mother. First they will find out what happened to their mother, and then they will have their revenge.

Jacques LaSalle is intrigued and amused when he hears that a beautiful raven haired woman has been scouring the Caribbean for him and intends to challenge him. No one has ever bested Jacques in a fight but he soon finds that Frankie is much more of a challenge than he thought. He intends to claim her for his own if she’ll stop trying to kill him long enough.

Morgan MacAlister is the pirate governor of the new colony, the Pirate’s Hideaway, and his gut instincts tell him that trouble is coming to his island paradise. When the mighty Aphrodite sails into his harbour carrying a set of twin sisters, the gorgeous redheaded sprite of the duo sets his senses on fire.

It’s a hot time on the high seas when the two arrogant men figure out that the twins have the power to rock their worlds. But the girl’s haughty attitude and lack of respect may well earn them several trips over a knee before it’s all said and done.

Sounds yummy, right? Check out this sizzling little snippet…

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Jacques watched his helpless prisoner as she twisted and fought to no avail.

“Lucky for you, Frenchy will not bring charges against you for trying to kill him. He is leaving your punishment to me, ma petite. Something I plan to thoroughly enjoy.”

He stepped in close to Frankie’s body, his hands slipping to her breasts. They were full and firm to the touch and he could enjoy them at will. He lightly teased the buds through her clothing, causing her nipples to harden in response.

“I bet the Spaniard enjoyed these, did he not? The real question is, did you enjoy it this much?”

He smiled in satisfaction as a groan escaped her trembling lips. He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her close against his chest, the hard nipples crushed against him as his mouth sought her full rosy lips.

Frankie moaned and tried to twist her head from side to side, trying in vain to avoid his capture. Her senses swam and her breasts ached against the hardness of his broad muscles. His mouth was so close to hers she could feel his warm breath with only a whisper to separate them. Was this how he was going to punish her? Surely he would not take her against her will?

“Frankie, you cannot deny the flames between us. Let yourself go, ma Cherie.” His tongue lightly teased her lips, gently parting them and sliding into her mouth. He felt her buck against him as she responded in spite of herself.

Smiling, he stepped away from her. “This could all have been avoided if you had just cooperated with me earlier. But now your stubbornness will cost you.” Slowly, he began to unbutton her shirt, allowing his tongue to trace the soft flesh, as it was unveiled.

“So, it comes to this?” she spat at him in her fury. “You are going to just take what you want without permission?”

“Non, I won’t have to take anything,” he assured her. “You will be begging me. Your body gives you away, ma petite.”

“Go to hell!” Frankie stood proudly, knowing she was fighting a losing battle to withstand this assault on her senses.

She was helpless to do anything but whimper in protest as his tongue trailed liquid fire across her breasts and down her stomach. Finally, he stopped, and she slumped in relief.

“What to do with these clothes?” he murmured wickedly, knowing the effect his “torture” was having on her. “Ah, well, clothes can be replaced.”

“What are you doing?” she cried, silently cursing the blindfold when she felt the cold touch of steel on her back as the shirt was cut. It increased her other senses when she couldn’t see. Sound, hearing, touch, all were heightened to a sharper clarity, especially the sensations her shivering body was experiencing. “You have no right!”

“I have every right to punish you when you break the rules,” he replied silkily. “How I do so, of course, is up to me.” He chuckled as his knife made short work of the trousers and undergarments, leaving his proud pirate in nothing but her boots and her long raven hair cascading down her stiff spine.

A little humiliation would do her a world of good. Walking behind her, he ran his palm down her smooth back and over the satiny softness of her buttocks, admiring the firmness beneath their soft covering. Trailing around to the front, his fingers blazed a path across her flat stomach. She was mouth watering. Her slender waist narrowed to lush hips, then down to long slim legs encased in black boots to the knees. The sight was intoxicating, and his body couldn’t be any more responsive to her charms. He was beginning to wonder who was torturing who.

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Masterful Husbands Tame Their Wives: Five books under one cover!

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Today I am thrilled to host Vanessa Brooks’ latest hot release, Masterful Husbands!

Four dominant gentlemen of the British aristocracy.

Lords’ who know how to tame a wife.

Naughty ladies getting up to wicked deeds and pay the price across their masterful husbands’ sturdy thighs.

Does this daunt their womanly ardour or their zest for life?

Never!

If you love a dash of humour, a spot of steamy romance and a cast of Lords and Ladies to enjoy with your cuppa, then this is the book for you!

Check out this sexy spanking snippet for your enjoyment…

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He towed her to the couch but as he tilted her shrieking, flailing form over the back, her hoop sprung up and caught him a blow to the chin. Cursing, he withdrew a knife from his boot and, shoving the frame out of his way, he cut the ribbon that held it at her waist. When he yanked her upright again, the hoop dropped like a stone about her ankles. He kicked the offending cage out of the way and swiftly upended Primrose across the back of the settee, whereupon he shoved her dress skirt and petticoats high over her back. Gravity completed the rest, smothering her head and shoulders while muffling her squeals of indignation. “Once we are wed, I forbid you the wearing of hoops, such ridiculous farafiddles!” Without preamble, Jago raised his hand and landed a heavy thwack to her naked right buttock, quickly repeating the action on her left. He kept up a furious barrage of swats, until his hand hurt and she’d stopped kicking. He lifted her upright, grasped her by her upper arm, and marched her around to the front of the furniture. He sat and yanked her down onto his lap. She began to struggle and curse but he grasped her chin, crushing his mouth upon hers, kissing her roughly. Hands that beat against his shoulders slowly subsided as he deepened his questing kiss.

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Something darker… #WIPItUp #darkromance

#WIPItUpWednesday

Happy hump day! I’m home, and back into my writing, and this week I want to bring you a snippet of something darker…

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“Not planning on jumping, are you?”

The sound of his voice was unexpected, and it frightened her already adrenaline-filled body. Molly hadn’t heard him coming back to the room, and she spun to face him, losing her balance and landing awkwardly back onto her left shoulder. Connor laughed at the display, his arrogance evident as he placed the water back down on the dresser. The look of the amusement on his face made the old indignation within her rise to the surface, and she knew she was scowling as she struggled to get herself upright again.

“Molly?” He asked, his long arms drawing his hands to his hips.

Her eyes assessed him, and she wondered what he saw in them? Fear, perhaps? Anger? Maybe something else?

“I asked you a question,” he continued, his tone lowering.

Molly swallowed hard, her emotions threatening to spiral out of control completely. “I…” She closed her mouth, unsure what to actually say. She hadn’t been thinking of jumping, but now that he mentioned it, she can’t remember why she hadn’t thought of that herself.

Connor took one long stride and pointed to the bed. “Sit,” he commanded, as though she was some sort of dog.

She inhaled quickly, fighting both the urge to tell him to go and fuck and himself, and the one which made her pussy wet, in equal measure. She eyed him, fearfully, deciding that for the time being at least, there really was little choice but to obey as he’d asked. Moving on unsteady legs, she fell back to her bottom.

He stared down at her, and as she lifted her head, she couldn’t believe how tall he seemed, towering over her like some mythical man. “I’m waiting for your answer,” he reminded her in a curt, unamused tone.

She straightened up as the weight of his intense gaze fell over her. “I wasn’t going to jump,” she answered. “I swear, I wasn’t even thinking about it.”

This was the truth at least.

“Really?” He enquired, apparently unimpressed by her response. “And how did I ask you to address me, Molly?” His dark brow arched as he questioned her, and the sight of it made her pussy clench reflexively.

“Sir.” The word flew from her lips as though it was the most natural thing to say in the whole world. “You asked me to call you sir.”

He smiled, evidently proud, but the expression hardened almost at once. “So, why did you not call me by my new title?”

She squirmed in her place. “I’m sorry,” she replied, feeling absurdly flustered by the admission. The logical part of her brain, apparently still subdued by the toxins coursing through her system, knew she had no reason to be ashamed. Connor was the asshole here. He was the one who had taken her. He was the perpetrator.

But then, what did that make her? Her squirming stilled as the answer came to her.

It made her the victim.

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