A Dom is for Life by Ashe Barker

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Ashe Barkers’ latest book, A Dom is for Life

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A Dom is for Life … not just for Christmas.

It’s been over three years since her bitter break up with her husband, and Libby Novak is over him. Definitely. All she needs to do is sign the final papers and their divorce will be final, the whole sorry chapter finished with.

So, why doesn’t she?

A slip up in a shopping centre places her on the wrong side of the law, and Libby is horrified when the head of security turns out to be her soon-to-be ex-husband, Josh. She manages to convince him of her innocence though, and he’s prepared to let her go.

So why doesn’t she just head for the exit? Why, instead, does she beg him to spank her, like he used to do, when they were together, and he was her Dom as well as her husband? 

Josh was always a stern Master, and he has a score to settle with the wife and submissive who betrayed him. Will one spanking be enough? 

As the heat of their marriage sizzles again, who will get burned this time?

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

The first two chapters of this book were originally published as a short story, In The Eyes of the Law in the Totally Bound Over The Knee anthology, In this edition, the book has been substantially expanded to a full-length novel, re-edited and with new cover art and title

Here is a steamy excerpt from this book!!

“Lift your skirt, Libby. Above your waist. Then put your hands and feet on the floor. I want your bottom lifted up, ready for me.”

I reach for the hem of my loose-fitting skirt and raise it, gathering much of the fabric in front of me. The waft of cool air on my naked buttocks sends my pussy into yet another frenzy of clenching.

Despite my enthusiastic anticipation, I still flinch when Josh lays his palm across my right cheek, massaging the sensitive skin in large circles. He repeats the action on the other side.

Memories rush back. Warm, sensuous memories as I recall his unhurried preparations, his insistence that I be thoroughly readied, especially for an intense scene. I wriggle against his thigh, loving the solicitous attention. No one ever made me feel as vulnerable, or as safe as Josh.

“I guess you’re liking this, Libby.”

“Mmm, yes, Sir. I am.”

“And this?” He drops the first few light, teasing slaps onto my upturned bottom.

“Yes, Sir, that, too.” I writhe on his lap, turning my bottom to try to catch maximum impact with each stroke.

“Libby, you know better than that. Keep still.” He ceases the delightful slapping, waiting until I resume my original position.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I just…”

“Hush. It’s okay. Do you still use the same safe word?”

“Yes, Sir. Murgatroyd. But I won’t be needing it.” My mother’s maiden name hasn’t been pressed into service for a while now. During my ill-fated scenes with other partners during our separation, I’ve stuck to the more traditional traffic-lights system.

“Probably not, but just checking. Apart from the last couple of times that you just told me about, how long is it since you were last spanked? Really spanked, I mean, into sub-space?”

“Not since you and I… Oh!” I let out a sharp cry when he ramps up the intensity.

“Okay, and has it been just spanking or have you tried anything else?”

“If you mean have I fucked anyone else, the answer is no. I’m not— I mean, I like kink, but…”

“Okay, I get that, too. I was thinking about any other types of play. You liked to be tied up, I recall.”

“N-no. Nothing else, Sir.”

“I see. This still all right?” 

He’s dropping quite hard slaps on my bottom now, raining them all over the tender flesh. I’m managing not to clench because I know that just increases the pain, but it isn’t easy.

“Yes, Sir. It’s fine. Thank you.”

“I missed you, Libby.” He delivers this line without breaking his rhythm.

“I-I missed it, too.”

“It? I said I missed you, girl. Not this. Well, not only this.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be. You should never have left me.”

“I had to. You knew why I had to.”

“I know what you told me, but you were wrong. You were impatient. You should have given me more time.” The pressure of the slaps has risen again, the spanking is really hurting now, and it’s linked to this conversation somehow. He isn’t striking me in anger. He never did and never would. But there is a connection.

I feel compelled to at least attempt an explanation, though my wits are scrambling fast, and I’m not sure how coherent it will be.

“I couldn’t stand it. I begged you to leave the army, but you refused. In the end, I had no choice.”

“I would have put you first. You knew that. I always did.”

“I didn’t know. How could I? Oh, oh, Sir…” 

The spanking pauses for a few moments. Josh leans down to pick up his belt from the floor beside him. I suck in a breath and hold it.

“I always did,” he repeats. “I asked you to wait. You should have trusted me.”

“I… Aagh!” There’s a whoosh as the belt slices through the air, then a loud crack when it lands across my bottom, wrapping itself around both buttocks. “Oh God, oh Jesus that hurts.”

Josh ignores my comment and my scream, readying himself to swing the belt again. Another rush of air, louder this time, and the belt again connects with my searing flesh.

“Oh, oh. Christ.” I screw up my eyes. Tears are already prickling behind my eyelids. Surely I used to be much more resilient than this. I’ve become soft, out of practice.

“Why couldn’t you trust me, Libby? Did I ever let you down?”

The belt lands again, leaving a third river of agony across my bottom. My arse is scorching, yet still I lift it to him, offer myself up for more punishment. I know—I’m sure we both know—this isn’t about a bottle of perfume, nor is it about a lapse of memory, a moment of carelessness. This is about trust, broken promises, disappointment, and long-suppressed anger.

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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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Deeds Not Words by Ashe Barker

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Ashe Barkers’ latest book, Deeds Not Words.

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A handsome viscount. A headstrong Suffragette. And a cause worth dying for.

She grew up while I wasn’t looking. My sweet little half-cousin is now a beautiful woman. I’ve adored her for as long as I can remember. It’s high time I made her my viscountess. 

But there’s just one problem. While my back was turned Clarissa has joined the Suffragette Movement. And now, I gather, she’s incarcerated in Holloway facing their vile force-feeding regime and God only knows what other horrors. I need to act quickly.

I’ve never been more pleased to see my handsome cousin. Always my guardian and protector, James rescued me from that awful place and brought me home to Smallwood where he is determined to keep me safe. And he insists upon employing his own brand of discipline, to teach me the error of my ways.

I want to surrender to him. I love him. I think I always have. But I love the Suffragette cause too. James wants me to submit to his authority and continue the campaign without endangering my life. But this has become a fight to the death, and I will not desert my sisters.

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

This story was previously published in the 2019 anthology Once upon a Christmas Wedding. This version is a stand alone story, re-edited, and with new content added.

Here is a steamy excerpt from this book!!

She folded her drawers with care and placed them upon the low stool at the foot of her bed. Straightening, Clarissa checked her appearance in the full-length mirror to make sure that she had not disturbed her clothing in any other way and that there was no outward sign that beneath her plain cotton skirt her buttocks were naked.

The fact that she would soon be obliged to display those naked buttocks to her handsome cousin caused her other cheeks to heat. What would he think? Would he be… moved in any way?

Something coiled, deep in her core. Even if James found nothing to unduly excite him in this situation, she could not say the same for herself. The fluttering in her belly was not altogether to be attributed to apprehension, though she would not for a moment deny her nervousness. But she trusted James. He had sworn not to harm her and that was good enough.

Twenty strokes, though. With his belt, at that. Dear Lord, help me…

Better yet, she might help herself by going down to the study and getting this unpleasantness over with as quickly as possible. Her resolve buoyed as high as she could manage, Clarissa hurried from the room.

Downstairs in the main hallway she hesitated just briefly then lifted her hand and knocked softly on the study door,

“Come in.” 

At his summons to enter she slipped inside and closed the door behind her.

“There is a key in the lock,” James said, leaning back in his chair to regard her entrance. “You might like to turn it. We would not wish to be disturbed.”

She could not argue with that sentiment. Quickly, she locked the door, then faced him again. “I removed my drawers already.”

“I see. You are ready, then?”

Her chin high and her spine stiff, she nodded briefly. “I am.”

“In that case,” he got to his feet and moved around the desk, “I shall not keep you waiting. Perhaps you would be so good as to position yourself across the desk. I have made a space for you.”

He had indeed. The entire expanse of polished mahogany had been cleared of the usual documents and other paraphernalia usually scattered about, the casual clutter of a man of business with much to occupy him. Today, right now, his focus was entirely upon her.

Clarissa had mixed feelings about that dubious honour as she stepped forward to lean on the desk.

“I am not sure how… I mean, I have never…”

“Lean forward. Rest your upper body on the desk top and reach out in front of you. You will find it easier if you grip the opposite edge. I suggest you do not let go, and above all, do not even think about reaching back to protect your bottom.”

“Do you need me to lift my skirts?”

“I will do that. All you need do is make yourself comfortable.”

“Comfortable?” She gave an inelegant snort but wasted no unnecessary time in spreading herself across the desk. “Is this all right?” She lay with her cheek pressed against the polished wood and regarded him.

“Yes. Perfect.” He unfastened the buckle of his leather belt. “We agreed upon twenty strokes, did we not?”

“That is what you said, yes.”

The belt slid free of his trousers with an ominous whisper. James folded it in half, then laid it on the desk beside her. “I shall raise your skirts now. Perhaps you would lift up your stomach slightly in order that I may tuck the fabric beneath you.”

Clarissa found herself obliging him without comment, though the cool breath of air wafting across her bared buttocks as he rolled her skirts to her waist caused her to screw her eyes tight shut. Maybe, if she did not open them until this was all over, she might blot out the worst of the humiliation.

“You make a pretty sight, Clarissa Bellamy, and one I sincerely hope to view often in the years before us.” 

His tone was low, warm. Something in that soft timbre made her want to purr but she quickly stifled such nonsense. “Please,” she groaned. “Just get on with it.”

“Very well.” He picked up the belt, grasped the two ends and the buckle within his fist, and swung it by his side. “I do not believe there are many servants about this morning, and no visitors expected. Even so, a spanking can be a noisy business. I shall not require you to remain silent, but you might like to consider it anyway. Whilst we shall not be disturbed in here, noise does carry…”

“I shall be as quiet as I can.” And she meant it. This whole business was quite mortifying enough without the prospect of Victorine witnessing her shame and indignity as well.

“Good. Then, we shall begin, shall we?”

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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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Arresting Jeremiah by Amber Daulton

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Arresting Jeremiah by Amber Daulton!!

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Injured Parole Officer Jeremiah “Jim” Borden never expected Calista Barlow, the sassy blonde waitress he’s craved for months, to ring his doorbell. She slips into his heart—and his bed—but he’s obsessed with a gangland investigation that threatens his career and maybe even his life.

Calista doesn’t trust easily, not with a daughter to protect and the stalker who keeps calling her. After her violent ex-boyfriend returns, she finds solace in Jim’s arms.

Jim may have to forego his need for answers to protect the ready-made family he adores, but how will he and Calista escape an unseen enemy that is always one step ahead of them?

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“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable in the living room?” Calista abruptly stood and gathered the plates. As she leaned over the table, her V-neck blouse and gemstone necklace dipped low. Her cleavage swelled beyond the cups of her bra.

Yum. What a woman.

She cleared her throat with a soft rumble.

He jerked his gaze up to see her smirk.

“Done staring?”

“Hell, no. I could admire your form for hours.”

She grinned. “I’ll call Lacey and tell her goodnight. Then I’ll get dessert.”

“Need help?” He stood, reaching for his glass, but she grabbed it first.

“No, thanks. I—um—I need a few minutes alone.” She dropped her gaze and hurried into the kitchen. Her ankle-length skirt hugged her hips.

Look at that ass. Round, juicy, bitable. He shook his head. Cool it. She needed a breather. He’d pried a bit too much into her personal life, but she did the same with him.

He bypassed the adjacent living room and headed down the hall. Which door? He opened the last one on the right and flipped the light switch.

Damn. She was summer heat and sexy innocence. The white wicker bedroom set and sunflower-design bedspread couldn’t belong to anyone but Calista. His Calista.

A lone window overlooked the road at the rear of the building complex, and the plastic blinds clanked as he closed them. The perfume bottle on the vanity caught his eye. He sprayed the liquid contents into the air. Goddamn. That was her scent. His heart thumped faster. The floral aroma tightened his gut.

After stripping off his dinner jacket, he freed the buttons on his dress shirt and let the fabric gape. Then he kicked off his shoes and leaned against the wall to remove his socks. His arm knocked against his holstered handgun, so he withdrew the .22 from his belt.

Heat bloomed in his face. He should’ve asked Calista’s permission before he brought the firearm into her home. If she found it, she’d probably lecture him. He wrapped it in his jacket and placed it on the floor, out of the way.

“Except for the sling, I look pretty good.” He nodded at his reflection in the vanity mirror and yanked off the blasted sling. His shirtsleeve stretched tight over the hard, bulky cast.

He’d visited Rieger’s doctor the week prior for a checkup. Soon. The doc would cut off the fiberglass soon.

Candles topped the dresser and vanity, so he grabbed the lighter from the nightstand and lit the wicks. Then he turned off the overhead light. The soft fiery glow soothed his eyes. He jumped on the bed and angled himself on one arm and a mountain of pillows.

Footsteps echoed down the hall.

He puffed out his chest. If he misread her signals, then he’d crossed the line. He hoped to hell he hadn’t.

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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. Amazon Goodreads Bookbub

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Seducing His Sassenach by Ashe Barker

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Ashe Barkers’ latest book, Seducing His Sassenach.

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When a baby is stolen away from her mother by the English king’s men, nursemaid Jane Bartle offers her help to Robert McGregor and his band of Highlanders as they seek to rescue the child.



Publisher’s Note: Seducing His Sassenach includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Here is a steamy excerpt from this book!!

“I shall never forgive you for this,” she muttered, at last moving toward the wagon.

“I do not seek forgiveness. Just obedience. And I shall have it, one way or another.” He paused while she leaned forward to rest her palms on the bare wooden boards. “Wait.” He folded the cloak she had taken off and set it down on the wagon. “Ye may rest your body on that. ‘Twill avoid splinters an’ such like.”

“Your consideration quite overwhelms me, Scot.”

“And your sharp tongue does no’ go unnoticed either, wench. I would suggest ye do not provoke me further this evening.” He removed the cloak he was wearing, the one he had taken from the dead English officer, and he draped that over the side of the cart. “Now, lean over, rest your face an’ your chest on the cloak, and lift your bottom up high.”

“Will this do?” She assumed what she thought might be the approximate position.

“No, ye’re still too low. Wait there…”

He took hold of the sack of turnips that he had moved earlier and dragged it right off the cart. Jane watched as he set it on the ground. “Stand on that,” he instructed.

She did so and found that now when she bent forward she had to lower her upper body considerably more in order to rest upon the cloak. Her bottom was held aloft, in perfect readiness for the Scot’s heavy belt.

“Feet further apart,” he advised. “For balance.”

She shuffled her feet, still wearing her boots, to the outer edges of the sack.

“Excellent,” he concurred. “Ye can make as much din as ye feel tae be needful, but ye will no’ move until I tell ye that we are done. Is that clear, Jane?”

She managed a nod, not daring to trust her voice.

“I should also point out, just in case ye may ha’ been wonderin’, that is a very pretty wee cunny ye have there, Janie.”

“Y-you should not be looking at me,” she squeaked.

He chuckled, already swinging his belt to test the weight. “No, I expect ye’re right. But I shall do so anyway. Are ye ready, Jane?”

No!

“Yes. Just… get on with it.”

In the next instant, the terrifying swish of flying leather split the air, a moment before pain exploded across her buttocks.

Jane let out a scream and started to straighten up.

“Do not move,” he commanded in a tone to brook no argument. “Unless ye want me tae start over.”

Jane gulped in deep lungfuls of air and fought to absorb the agony. She danced from one foot to the other, and after a few seconds the fire did indeed cool somewhat.

The belt swung again, and fresh tendrils of flame wrapped themselves around her upturned, unprotected bottom.

She screamed again, could not help it, but this time she managed to keep still. Panting, she curled her fists around the folds of the cloak and clung on.

He delivered another stroke, and another. Each one unleashed fresh rivulets of fiery torment across her blazing skin, but the shock was less somehow. Maybe she was becoming accustomed to it…?

The Scot adjusted his stance and swung again. Now he concentrated on striking first one buttock, then the other. Jane tried to count the strokes but soon abandoned that effort. It was all she could do to breathe through this. She was gasping and sobbing into the thick fabric of the cloak when he halted.

“That was the tenth stroke. Halfway,” he informed her.

Only half? Dear Lord…

“Are you all right, Janie? If ye need me tae stop for a short while, I will.”

Even as she considered the blessed prospect of a break in these proceedings, Jane knew that would not do. She needed this to be over.

“I… I am fine,” she managed to whimper.

“You wish tae continue?”

“Not really…”

“Jane?” He laid his palm on her smarting buttock. She let out a sharp shriek, but he ignored her. He squeezed her throbbing globe as though he could press the pain more thoroughly into her flesh. “Ye’re takin’ your punishment well, girl. Your bottom is glowing quite beautifully…” He caressed the other cheek by way of demonstrating. “This hurts ye, does it no’?”

“Yes,” she ground out.

“Good. I want ye tae remember this moment, the way this feels, the next time ye’re tempted tae go your own way rather than do as I tell ye. Will ye remember, d’ye think?”

She would. Jane entertained not the slightest shred of doubt. “Yes. I shall not forget.”

He appeared to be considering. At last, he answered, “Hmm, I think ye might not at that. Still, best tae make sure, eh? So now, after each stroke, ye will thank me and ask for the next, by way of assisting you in committing this entire experience tae memory.”

“You expect me to thank you, for beating me?” Was the man quite deranged?

“For teaching ye tae obey, Jane. I think you will agree, ‘tis an important lesson.”

“I hate you…”

“Aye, ye may think so, right at this moment.” He patted her throbbing bottom. “But can ye learn tae obey me? That is the thing here. Will twenty strokes be enough tae achieve that, d’ye think, or will it require even more?”

“Twenty will be enough,” she blurted, desperate to avoid attracting yet more of his harsh discipline.

“I am relieved that ye think so. Now, after each of the remaining ten strokes, ye will thank me for my trouble in teaching you and ask me for the next. Right, Janie?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “I shall thank you.”

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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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Twelve Days of Christmas in a Highlander’s Arms by Ashe Barker

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Ashe Barkers’ latest book, Twelve Days of Christmas in a Highlander’s Arms!

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On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me….Twelve Highlander heroes, brave and true.

Honor-bound and sworn to protect, they’re about to meet their match in twelve feisty heroines. 

Amidst the wild Scottish mountains, the snow is falling deep, but twelve heart-warming stories of love await–one for each day of Christmas. 

Discover an embroidered partridge fuelling revenge, two turtle doves sealing an ill-fated match, a feathery Yuletide tale, the betrothal of a reluctant songbird, five golden rings forged in forbidden love, a pet goose who represents a second chance, a swan taking flight, a dairymaid with murder on her mind, nine ladies dancing in the moonlight, a duty-bound laird and a wayward lady, a beautiful piper, and a ghostly drummer playing matchmaker.

Curl up with these passionate tales, filled with intrigue, adventure and the magic of Yuletide. 

Available for a limited time only, make these Highlander heroes your own festive treat. 

Unwrap twelve historical romance tales set against the backdrop of snowy medieval Scotland at Christmas.

Loving Her Highland Enemy – by Samantha Holt
A revenge-obsessed lass keeps a depiction of her clan’s partridge close to her heart in this passion-steeped enemies-to-lovers Yuletide tale.

Highland Dove – by Elizabeth Rose
Will Duncan MacLean be able to escape the English prison in time to fulfill his promise of marrying Mari Stewart on Hogmanay, before she weds another?

The Kitchen Maid’s Tale – by Hildie McQueen
Riding in the back of a cart down the center of the village could be quite embarrassing. Riding in the back of a cart, in a cage with three chickens, was mortifying.

Brenna’s Yuletide Song – by Cathy MacRae
Humor abounds in this rollicking tale of a pampered merchant’s daughter and the Highlander she must marry.

Ringing in Yule – by Sky Purington 
Will years of forbidden love remind Tavish and Nessa what’s at stake before she marries another?

Highlander’s Christmas – by Mariah Stone
A secret child. A pet goose. And an unlikely couple who could get a second chance at love this Christmas—if he doesn’t kill her father.

Highland Swan – by Anna Markland
Dr. Pendray must save his patient’s life, though it means losing the woman he loves.

The Lady’s Guide to a Highlander’s Heart – by Emmanuelle de Maupassant
Disguised as a simple dairymaid, Lady Flora Dalreagh sneaks into the home of the warrior she believes murdered her father, intent on revenge.

The Laird’s Midnight Dancer – by Ashe Barker
A sacred stone circle, moonlight, and a bewitching midnight dancer to bring a laird to his knees…

An Angel at the Highland Court – by Celeste Barclay 
A laird who fears making a mistake, and a lady whose made one mistake after another…innocence and experience, fire and ice make for one steamy Christmas.

The Piper – by Lily Baldwin
A battle-wounded laird whose sight has been stolen is soothed by the music of a beautiful piper who also bears scars of a tragic past.

Scot Under the Mistletoe by Caroline Lee
A ghostly drummer turns out to be very much flesh and blood in this hilarious Yuletide romp featuring a second-chance romance, a mysterious little plant, and more than a few Henrys.

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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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Dark Chocolate and Strawberries by Daryl Devore

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Dark Chocolate and Strawberries by Daryl Devore!!

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What’s a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?

Esmerelda ‘Red’ Hood is summoned to her mother’s executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it’s too late.

On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother’s warning rings in Red’s ear “Never trust a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Releasing Chopper, Red reached up to pull Will’s mouth to hers. Chopper moved lower and sucked a nipple into his mouth. The slurping sounds of mouth on mouth, mouth and nipple and fingers thrusting into liquid heat were mixed with the groans and moans of the fully aroused creatures.

They were no longer humans in the true sense of the word. All three had slipped back to the deepest and most powerful of their basic instincts and at that moment it ruled their existence.

Chopper eased down and settled between Red’s knees. Will’s mouth withdrew from Red’s. His eyes were dark, his brow furled and a low growl sounded in his throat. Resting his weight on his hands, Chopper wiggled his cock into position, ready to slip through the carnal wetness dripping from Red’s pussy. He closed his eyes. A blissful smile crossed his face. Red opened her legs, offering herself to his swollen cock and the pleasures he could deliver.

Quick as a cat, Will got on his knees and shoved Chopper away from the prize. Red groaned in frustration. Chopper raised up on his knees, ready to defend what was his. Will snarled a dangerous threat. Chopper hesitated. Will moved to the empty place between Red’s legs.

He did not hesitate nor did he revel in anticipated bliss. Positioning himself, Will plunged deep inside her torrid, willing snatch. Accepting all of his massive, swollen cock, Red squealed in delight as he thrust into her. He stretched and filled her. Feeling a fullness she’d never experienced, she arched her hips and urged him deeper.

Mixed with Red’s moans and Will’s grunts were the sucking sounds of his cock’s relentless pounding. Red ground her hips into him at the apogee of his thrust. She wanted every last bit of his shaft buried inside her, pleasuring her, driving her to limits she’d never experienced before.

“Look at me.” Will’s voice sounded like a snarl.

She opened her eyes.

His gaze locked onto hers as the power and speed of his thrust increased.

“Fuck me, Will! You feel so good. So strong. I need you. Deeper! Ah!” She wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed him against her. “Harder, Will.” His force increased as she urged him on. Her body screamed for release, but she resisted. His pleasuring was a drug and she’d become an addict.

Nevertheless, her orgasm would not be denied. It erupted with the power of a volcano and flowed over her with the force of a tsunami. Screams of ecstasy were released as her body convulsed around his throbbing penis. He arched, tensed and hissed as she felt him explode inside her. Aftershocks of joy rippled through her body as she relaxed.

Will pressed his lips to hers as he withdrew and snuggled next to her.

She turned her head to the left, brushed her hair out of her face, looked at a dejected Chopper and reached out to him. But instead of him joining them in bed, he morphed into her grandmother, who said, “Nr st a f n sp hing.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

Will put his lips next to her ear and whispered, “She said, never trust a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

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Author Bio

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. Daryl has several published books available on Amazon in ebook or print book and available at other book retailers via D2D.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and 2 cats. 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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Cassie On the Move by PK Corey

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

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Cassie is on the move and loving life. Through paint-ball game in the woods and a water park adventure she’s gets to know her new neighbors as the new house is renovated. 

 Cassie is traveling too. From trips with just the girls to conventions, vacations, and cruises with Tom and friends, she’s always ready for the next adventure. But when Cassie begins having dizzy spells Tom thinks a slower pace is in order. Getting Cassie to slow down and take care of herself proves to be quite a challenge. A challenge Tom is more than determined to take on.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

I planned to sneak over and surprise Tom as he finished his work for the day. But the plan didn’t go as I’d hoped. We were still in the yard when I heard Tom call down from his study window, sounding annoyed, “Cassie Jane, what are you wearing? Get inside this minute.”

I was mortified. Kate and Allie were with me and I felt like Tom had chastised me like a child in front of them. As we came into the living room, there was an awful, uncomfortable silence. I wished that they would excuse themselves to save me a bit of embarrassment, but I supposed they were staying to assure Tom that many of the adults did dress up for Halloween.

I couldn’t help being a little angry with Tom. There was no reason he had to be so stuffy all the time. He had sounded annoyed, almost angry, from the window. I only hoped he would be discreet in front of Kate and Allie. They had worked so hard pulling all this together. I was afraid Tom would embarrass me and hurt their feelings.

Hateful feelings churned in me as I heard him come down and I turned my back to the stairs. Looking away from Tom was something I often did when I was annoyed with him because I knew it aggravated him.

He spoke my name as he came into the room, but I was angry by then and I didn’t turn around. I was startled when he barked sharply, “Cassie Jane, look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

I’m not a child. I threw caution to the wind as I wheeled around to attack before he could. But when I turned I was utterly speechless at what was before my eyes.

Never in my wildest dreams! My Tom, dressed in full pirate regalia. He looked incredible. I could only stand and stare. He had on a puffed-sleeve shirt with a leather vest, and a sash was at his waist as well as a very real-looking sword. High leather books came nearly to his knees. I had a hard time taking it all in. Looking back at his face, I saw a delightful glint in his eye as I spotted the earring in his ear. Tom with an earring – not a sight I’d ever thought I’d see in this lifetime. I don’t believe the man had ever looked better.

That old pirate stalked right over to me and kissed me in front of everyone. I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. Lingering at my ear, he whispered, “Far too much cleavage for a lady, but we’ll discuss that later tonight.”

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About the Author 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. Amazon

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Timeless Honor by Amber Daulton

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Timeless Honor by Amber Daulton!!

Timeless Honor-AD Cover Jaye Ramsey decides to prove to her eccentric grandmother that time travel only exists in movies by vacationing in Bolivia with her friends. After she wakes up in Hawksatter, England, 1735—the same town her grandmother supposedly vanished from as a young woman—Jaye finds refuge at a hunting lodge, but the strapping, reclusive baron who takes her in reminds her all too well she was a lone woman at his mercy.  Accused of murdering his newly wedded wife a decade earlier, Lord Lucas Kenway closed the family farm and shut out the world. He never expected the little spitfire he claims responsibility for would turn his quiet life upside down. Pushed together by fate and his meddling servants, Lucas wants Jaye on his own terms and refuses to surrender his hardened heart.   Then a mysterious wise man offers Jaye a way home.  Should she return to the future and the only life she’s ever known, or stay in an uncertain past as a stranger in a new world?

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

“You asked me earlier if I just wanted your body and I should’ve denied it. I appreciate your bluestocking ideals and your ability to hold an intelligent conversation. Those qualities are what men of standard should look for in a mistress.” 

A frown crossed her face and Lucas held up his hand before she interrupted him. “If a man is smart, he’ll seek out a confident woman who can hold her own in any given situation and marry her if he’s lucky. If marriage is not permissible, he’ll visit her afterhours and support her if he has the means.” His father took mistresses no matter how much it pained his mother and Lucas had vowed never to hurt his wife the same way—but he didn’t have a wife to betray. “I’ll be loyal to you for as long as we are together. I hope we’ll part ways amicably and rendezvous again in the future―at least until you marry a man worthy of your esteem―but you have no reason to deny me since your purity is not intact.” 

“You crude, insufferable prick. I should take this candle and shove it up your ass.” 

His brow arched to his hairline. “I’m the crude one?” He laughed coldly. “That’s one thing I admire about you, Jaye. You’re not afraid to use foul language around me, but you watch yourself around others. You feel comfortable around me, yet I’m always on edge in your presence. Do you know fire rages in my groin every time I look at you?” He stepped closer to her and Jaye backed up against the door. Fear flashed in her eyes, followed by another spurt of anger, and Lucas retreated to give her breathing room. “Women of substance are hard to come by. Do you understand why I fancy you?”

“Yeah, I do, and it’s not romantic in the least.” Jaye clasped her hand over her chest as though her heart thumped too hard. “I’m not in the market for a spouse or a real relationship—I doubt you’re the right man for me anyway—but I accept your proposition as long as you keep the affair quiet as promised. That’s what I planned to tell you tonight.” She tunneled her hand through her hair. “This is ridiculous. Making love or dating someone shouldn’t feel like a contract.” 

Annoyance flared in his veins. She doesn’t want to marry me? He should’ve felt relieved but she’d bruised his ego. 

Lucas stroked his fingers down her cheekbone and blew warm air in her ear. “I promise.” He reached behind her, opened the door and waited for her to decide. 

Her throat convulsed in a small bob and she backed up to enter the room. Lucas followed her and closed the door behind him. The heat in her gaze nearly melted him into a puddle at her feet. She placed her candle on the nightstand, he left his on a white-wood vanity, and the orange flames penetrated the shadows in the room. 

Lucas closed the space between them. She stared up at him with trust in her eyes but she trembled as he clasped her waist. The silk bunched under his palms, heat radiated around her as though a fire burned inside her, and he parted the lapels of her robe to push the silk off her shoulders. Air lodged in his throat. Light gleamed off her nude body and highlighted her supple curves and dips. He cupped the creamy underside of her left breast as Jaye nuzzled his chest with her nose. 

“Lie down, little jaybird,” he murmured as need pounded through him. He barely held himself together, but then Jaye pulled from his embrace, climbed on the bed and propped herself up on a mound of pillows by the headboard. Her hair fanned out like silk strands, her full breasts jutted out as though to tease him and the dark hair at the apex of her legs curled in little twists. 

He stripped away his clothes and crawled into bed with her. The scent of lilac clung to Jaye’s skin as though they lay in a bed of flowers. The goodness in her soul called to him, cocooned him in warmth, but his past year of celibacy rushed through him like a red-hot poker. Lucas readied her with his fingers, drew sweet gasps from her throat, and a mixture of innocence and carnal knowledge beamed up at him through her jade-green eyes. Just one look from her, sultry or otherwise, knocked the air from his lungs. He flattened his hands beside her head, eased himself between her legs and pushed his shaft inside her.

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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. Amazon Goodreads Bookbub

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Pursuing Her Pirate by Jaye Peaches

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Pursuing Her Pirate by Jaye Peaches!!

Pursuing Her Pirate-JP Cover Esme has her heart set on one man. Unfortunately, he’s a pirate. Her only hope in catching his attention is to do something drastic and risk her life. Relying on the loathsome act of pressganging, she uses her disguise to gain access to his ship. However, Captain Flynn Bartoc has other plans for Esme, and she’s not going to win anyone’s heart if she’s tied up in his cabin.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

“I am not the scourge of the Seven Seas, my dear. I mean to keep you safe, but my, my, you do put up a fight that is worthy of any scallywag on my ship.” He slid his hand along her spine, ruffling the shirt up to her shoulders and exposing the bindings of the makeshift bodice. There he paused, as if to contemplate what to do next. 

Esme sniffed. The weight of his hand lifted, and for a moment, she wondered if he planned to continue. The tension was palpable. She could tolerate no more lashes of his belt. She only wished for him to comfort her or hold her in some way that meant he cared. When had any man truly cared for her? She turned her head and looked over her shoulder. 

Flynn was a feast of masculinity. He’d removed his long coat with its fashionable brass buttons and unwound the purple sash that was wrapped around his neat waist. The sleeves of his shirt were finished with embroidered cuffs, and the flamboyant ruffle collar was unbuttoned and open. The silk cravat, so gracefully knotted earlier in the day, was nearly undone. His brow glistened; his eyes—such dazzlingly displays of richness—sparkled. He was breathing as heavily as her, and his lips were parted a fraction. Now he was as she wished him to be—focused on her, and only her.

There was something undeniable happening to her tormented body, and the flurry of senses that came with the pain and humiliation was not the root of what afflicted her. Confused by the plethora of both physical and emotional responses, she started to weep.

Flynn drew her to her feet and turned her around. She flopped into his muscular arms. Eventually she stopped crying, and he eased her up and away from him.

“You can stay on board,” he said abruptly, as if he was thinking something through. “But only as a hostage to my needs. In return, you can watch me, learn from my pirating ways. If that is what you want.”

“I do,” she said clearly. “I want to be a pirate, a buccaneer even, for I am sure there is gold on those Spanish ships that the British attack. Teach me how to navigate these waters, how to sword fight and fire a pistol. Let me prove to you I can be just like those men out there.”

“But not in here.” He brushed a loose lock of hair off her hot forehead.

She swallowed hard, understanding the significance of his request. It reached into her core, the lowest point of her belly, and ignited a fire. Rob Sanders would have to wait. For now, Flynn Bartoc was her master. One day, she’d resolve the dilemma. It wasn’t as if she wanted to love two men, only one, but which was the man she was really falling in love with—Rob or Flynn?

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About the Author Jaye Peaches is an Amazon and USA Today bestselling author of historical, Sci-Fi and paranormal erotic romances. These stories weave together the kinky journeys of lovers, their struggles and dedication to each other. All her books contain spicy scenes of carnal pleasure and sensual exploration. If you desire a little thrill, something to entice, then delve into one of her books Amazon Bookbub

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Innocent by Ashe Barker

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

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Innocent until proven guilty … or until someone finds out.

 

Aidan Blake needs a plumber. Fast. His boiler is dead, his creaky old house crumbling around him. When his elderly neighbour recommends a local trader, George Mahon, Aidan jumps at the prospect of hot water and warm radiators.

 

But George, short for Georgina, is not exactly what he had in mind. He was expecting

something else entirely. A man for one thing, not the gorgeous single mother he finds in his house at the end of a long day of work.

 

Aidan turns out to be full of surprises too. Who would have imagined the smart, geeky businessman would have a BDSM playroom in his attic and a collection of whips and canes to make George’s head spin. And her bottom clench, though that’s another matter entirely. Maybe she;s not such an innocent after all. What does a girl have to do to get to play with those toys?

 

Just ask, it would seem. As they enter into a professional and personal agreement which soon blossoms into a sultry, kinky relationship, George continues to be surprised by Aidan’s kindness and generosity, not to mention his skill with a spanking paddle.


First impressions aside, the two begin to build something together. And while they peel back the layers to discover their hidden depths, the old house yields up the mysteries of its own secret past. They soon realise that at first glance, nothing is ever quite as innocent it seems.  

 

Innocent was previously published under the title First Impressions, with different cover art.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

“Earlier, this afternoon, you asked about having sex. That’s your call, George, and now is the time to make it. I’ll work within the boundaries you set. Similarly, if there is anything you really don’t want me to do to you, any place you prefer not to be touched for example, you can tell me and I will respect it.”

Her expression now was one of dawning understanding. “This is you being Sir, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “It’s a part of it, yes. I intend to earn your trust, and deserve your submission. So, what are your terms?”

She chewed on her lip some more and dropped her gaze. Aidan shoved the tights and knickers he still held into his pocket, then stepped forward and took her face between his hands. He tilted her head back so she met his eyes again.

“Your terms, George?”

“It’s all right, all of it. Anything you want to do,” she whispered.

He smiled at her. “George, I know it’s hard, but I need you to be specific if you can. Say the words for me, please. What is it that’s all right?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

He smiled encouragement at her. “Okay, so far so good.”

“And, you can touch me. Anywhere.”

“Anywhere?”

“Yes.” Her voice was stronger now, more positive. “Anywhere. I want you to make me come. If you would, please. Sir.”

His smile brightened. The words had just tumbled out, as though she needed to just say what he wanted to hear and get it over with. He understood her discomfort with the explicit demands he made. She would become accustomed to articulating her needs, in time. But right now it was new and unfamiliar, and very difficult for her.

He lowered his head and brushed her lips with his. “I already told you I would do that. And this too? May I kiss you?”

“Oh yes, please, please kiss me.”

He covered her mouth with his, and her lips parted to accept him. He swept his tongue into her mouth to play with hers, the dance both intimate and sensual. She lifted her hands to link them at the back of his neck, and held on as he deepened the kiss. She tasted so sweet to him, hot, eager, giving. His arms tightened around her and he wondered if he might have made a mistake in not just bundling her up to his bedroom at the first opportunity and relieving her of that delightful dress.

He broke the kiss with some reluctance. George clung to him, her face upturned, her eyes closed. He raised his hand to wind a length of her hair around his fist and tugged gently. She raised her eyelids.

“Are you ready?”

“I think so. Yes, Sir.”

“Bend over the table please.”

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About the Author

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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