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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Pursuing Her Pirate by Jaye Peaches

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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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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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Two O’Clock with the Billionaire by Daryl Devore

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Two O’Clock with the Billionaire by Daryl Devore!!

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Two O’clock with the Billionaire is one of Daryl Devoré’s hot romances. A contemporary romance sweetened with a bit of vanilla sexcapades.

Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage. The perfect way out? Hire a courtesan. While partying with his buddies he places an online ad that reads – Woman Wanted.

Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone and answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.

Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit it. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

“You don’t have to do anything. I want to explore you.” He ran his tongue up the underside of her breast and flicked it across her nipple. “This is about satisfying my curiosities or needs of the moment. And at this moment, my curiosity centers on the feel of that nipple.” He sucked it into his mouth.

Arianne arched her chest. Her eyes closed as she focused on the sensation of his lips caressing her bud.

Reaching over he fondled her other breast, stroking the soft flesh and teasing the hard nipple between his fingers. Releasing her, he said, “I want to learn what works for you. How you respond to my touch. Lay back. Close your eyes. Indulge my curiosity.”

As his mouth moved to her unkissed nipple, his hand slid down her stomach. His fingers slithered through her bush and stroked the insides of her thighs. He tapped her inner leg and she splayed them apart. Casual strokes from her mound to her pussy ignited a fire deep inside her belly.

Arianne followed what he did with focused interest. He’s not hurrying. This isn’t a slam-bam. He’s doing exactly what he said… oh, that feels so— A soft moan escaped her lips.

A long finger slipped inside, turned upwards and began to rub the place where a woman’s g-spot is located. Thoughts gave way to soft sighs and deep moans as his thumb circled her clit.

“You’re so hot. And wet. Nice. Spread your legs more.”

She felt his hot breath a moment before his tongue touched her. Little laps across her clit made her hips squirm. Pulling her knees up and back, she exposed herself more fully to his mouth. While his hand continued to work her, his tongue explored every fold of skin and every secret place.

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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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Lost Hearts in the Bayou by Amber Daulton

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Lost Hearts in the Bayou by Amber Daulton!! 

 

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After Julie crashes her helicopter in the Louisiana swamp, she finds help from a sexy scientist—who happens to be her ex! Too bad Seth is the all-work-and-no-play type. How will she convince him to set aside his work and take a chance on her? Or is a second shot at love too much to hope for?

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

She flattened her palms on his chest to push him away, but then she gripped his shirt. Heat radiated around him and flushed her skin. Her mouth dried. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Why not? The rest of the world is gone, at least for now. The storm has made sure of it.” He feathered his fingertips down her neck. “I’ve missed you. Have you missed me?”

“More than I can say.” One more time—a summer fling amidst a storm—wouldn’t hurt. Right? Her heart leapt as he kissed her. She moaned and swept her tongue along his teeth. His taste tantalized her. Yummy. His stubble teased her skin. She clutched his back, squeezed his firm muscles, and yanked up his T-shirt.

He pulled back, jerked the garment over his head, and swooped her into his arms.

She gasped, then giggled. How long had it been since that feminine sound escaped her mouth? She skimmed her fingers through his coarse chest hair as he strode to the other room. The full-sized bed welcomed her, and she gripped the standard bluish-gray blanket.

Seth flipped the light switch by the door, sinking the room into shadows, and turned on the bedside lamp. The yellow glow sharpened the planes of his face. He jerked off his remaining clothes and pumped his erection. A drop of pre-cum seeped from the slit. His broad shoulders and toned chest tapered into a narrow waist and a pair of long legs.

Thank God for good physical genetics. Most geeks weren’t so cut. She stripped nude, then reclined and spread her legs. For some reason, she’d made sure to shave her legs, bikini area, and beneath her arms before leaving home. Was it intuition?

“You’re so beautiful.” He knelt between her bent knees and slid his fingers along the inner curve of her thigh.

“Oh, my.” His heated touch trailed higher and enflamed the fleshy folds of her pussy. Her clitoris swelled. She gripped the blanket for leverage and arched her back.

“Squirt for me, Julie. Let me taste you.”

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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.

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Sassenach Bride by Ashe Barker

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

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James McGregor would never have imagined himself taking an Englishwoman as a wife, let alone a disgraced lady-in-waiting, but when he is ordered by the king to marry twenty-two-year-old Eleanor Falconer he is left with little choice. His reluctance is quickly overcome by his bride’s beauty and grace, but he soon realizes that she will still require firm-handed correction.

Even with her cheeks blushing and her well-punished bottom burning, Eleanor cannot hide her body’s response to James’ stern dominance, and their wedding night leaves her sore, spent, and shamefully satisfied. But when the king seeks to use her as a pawn in his scheming against her new husband, can Eleanor trust James with the truth even with everything she loves in jeopardy?

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

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Jamie remained motionless. His large hands framed her face, his weight resting on his elbows and knees. He was not crushing her, not like that other time… She could breathe, could move should she so wish.

“Are ye all right, Eleanor?” he asked. “I shall stop if ye say so.”

Stop? Why would he stop? He need not…

“Eleanor, tell me if ye wish me tae stop.” His tone took on a degree of urgency. He sounded concerned. For her.

“I… I am fine, truly.” The words were out before she could properly consider, but she spoke the truth, even so.

His lip curled in a relieved smile. “Thank all that is holy for that. I would ha’ stopped, I swear. But I prefer not tae.”

He brushed his lips across hers again, a gesture both tender and erotic. Eleanor’s inner channel, already impossibly stretched around his cock, spasmed.

Jamie smiled down into her startled features, and he winked.

Eleanor managed a watery smile back and closed her eyes, her stiff body softening.

Slowly, gently, he eased his length halfway out of her, then rocked his hips to fill her again.

Eleanor’s eyes popped open. The sensation was… not unpleasant. Not in the least.

“Oh,” she declared. “Oh, sweet heaven.”

“Aye,” he growled, his face buried in the crook of her neck. “‘Tis heaven.”

He withdrew again, then drove his cock deep. Faster this time, harder. But it felt good, and Eleanor at last risked a small roll of her hips. Without thinking about what she was doing, she lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist and grasped his forearms with her fingers.

“Ah, ye’re so tight, sweetheart. So warm an’ slick, an’ wet for me, aye?”

“Aye,” she parroted back, adopting a version of the accent she was coming to love. “Aye, for you.”

His strokes lengthened, quickened. Eleanor found she wanted to move too, arching her body in response. She ventured to do so and squeezed her inner channel to increase the friction. The sensation that now assailed her was exquisite, quite beyond anything she might have imagined, even before… what had happened in that garden in Vauxhall.

She had heard whisperings, girlish giggles, furtive secrets shared between the ladies at court, but she had thought them quite wrong, utterly mistaken. She knew better and could testify that there was no pleasure to be found in this. Or there had not been. Until now.

Her cunny convulsed once more, and Eleanor let out a little gasp, tightening around the solid length of the cock buried within her. She hooked her ankles together and hung on tight as he lengthened his strokes and found a new, more demanding rhythm.

Passion curled, stretched, started to unfurl deep at her core. Her body tensed, expecting, waiting, reaching.

“Please, I need…”

“Aye, my Sassenach, I ken what ye need…”

He leaned to his left, shifting his weight and making a narrow space between them, enough that he could slide his hand down her stomach to reach that spot he had caressed before.

Eleanor let out a sharp cry. Her body jerked. Wetness pooled.

“Oh, sweet Jesu…”

Her moan of delight was lost when he covered her mouth with his own again and thrust his tongue between her teeth. In, out, in, out. He mimicked the action of his cock, spearing her with his tongue just as he claimed her cunny.

It was too much. Overwhelmed, Eleanor arched and cried out as waves of ecstasy rippled through her body, starting at her core and surging out to the very ends of her fingers and toes. She shook with the intensity of it, quivered as the sensation swelled and crested again. And again.

He continued to drive his cock deep, long, swift strokes, then short, sharp thrusts designed to draw out her pleasure and tease every last frisson of delight from her inexperienced body. Pleasure mixed with fascination as her climax peaked one last, wondrous time.

She was still floating, cocooned on her own incredible, bewildering web of surprise when Jamie let out a hoarse shout and his cock jerked violently within her. Moments later, her cunny was filled with the heat of his semen and Jamie slumped on top of her.

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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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Cassie’s Tale by PK Corey

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

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Cassie continues to live life to the fullest, from wheeling around in her new sports car to mastering the art of riding a motor scooter with no hands, she manages to keep Tom on his toes. The fly in the ointment is that Tom’s firm wants him back for a project and Cassie wants him all to herself.  When Tom takes the job, Cassie is left lonely and bored – never a good combination for her.

 Left to her own devices Cassie makes some poor decisions, frightening Sue and causing Tom to lower the boom. Tom’s new schedule for Cassie, including her getting a job, leaves her little time to get herself in trouble – yet she still manages.

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I was speaking low and the girls leaned forward conspiratorially. “You two haven’t said anything yet, so I’m going to be nosey enough to ask. Just what has become of the paddles you all bought?” Annie blushed immediately and Sue looked a bit uncomfortable herself. Beth took off in gales of laughter, while Maggie demanded to know what it the world was going on. I let Beth explain.

“Okay, you know that Tom… well, sometimes when Cassie…” She paused, flustered. 

“Oh hell, spit it out,” I snapped. “Tom sometimes spanks me, as I’m sure you fully well know. It’s only the worst kept secret in our circle our friends. But apparently, I’m not the only one.” I looked back at the girls who still remained silent, and Beth took up the story. 

“Back this past summer the four of us went to a sex shop,” Beth told her as I laughed and sipped my drink. I saw Maggie’s eyes widen. “And these three nuts bought leather paddles.”

“Paddles!” Maggie squealed. “Why on earth?”

“I haven’t a clue,” Beth admitted, turning back to Sue and Annie. “Well, answer Cassie’s question. Do y’all use them?”

“We sometimes…” Sue stopped. “I mean if Steve’s feeling a little frisky. It’s just for fun,” She insisted. “It’s not like that big bully, Tom. It’s not like he’s ‘punishing’ me or anything like that. It’s just… well, it does turn me on a little.” She gulped her way through her explanation.

I joined the laughter. It was what I expected. I knew Steve would never use it for discipline. For one thing, Sue would probably rip his arm off if he tried. For another, if Steve ever decided to discipline Sue, provided he lived through it, he wouldn’t have time for anything else. Sue got away with murder, cussing, yelling at Steve, and never listening to a thing he said. Goodness, if I behaved as she did, I’d never sit again.

We all hooted and laughed at Sue for a while. Beth, and Maggie in particular, were aghast that she would be willing to allow such a thing, even just as foreplay. “Aww, hell. Our sex life is way better, you oughta try it.”

Annie was wonderful at staying quiet and blending back into the shadows, which is exactly what she was trying to do. However, I wouldn’t let her off that easy. “All right, let’s hear it. When does yours come out?” 

Again, Annie blushed. “Sue’s right. It does spice up your love life. We probably use ours at least twice a week.” I stared in shock. Annie always seemed so delicate.

“Twice a week? How long did it take your butt to toughen up for that?” I had to know.

“Well…” she answered quietly, “he doesn’t actually hit me with it.”

My mind went into total shock. A Domme? Annie a Domme? I only knew the term from my blogging friends. A Domme was a woman who wielded the paddle. I think my mind boggled. Not Annie! And Andy? I’d known him forever. It just couldn’t be. Sue and I were screaming with near hysterical laughter. 

“You spank Andy?” Sue gasped, trying to get her breath.

Annie was stammering, saying, “No, no, no! It’s not like that. But well, um, he doesn’t actually hit me. He hits the bed beside me.” 

What?

“What’s the matter, honey?” I managed to gasp out between bouts of laughter. “Is his aim bad?”

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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.

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Submitting to the Doctor by BJ Wane

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Submitting to the Doctor by BJ Wane!! 

 

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Following the death of her twin sister and the abuse of her sadistic ex-boyfriend, Lillian Gaines drove away from her home to flee her heart-wrenching grief. Exhausted, numb from sorrow, she drives into a snowstorm and ends up stranded on a Montana back road. 

The last thing Doctor Mitchell Hoffstetter wanted was to put up a stranded motorist at his cabin, but seeing the bruises marring Lillian’s face stifles his irritation. He couldn’t help offering comfort when her grief kept her awake, and for all her sass and independence, she succumbed to his commands and touch without pause. They went their separate ways the next day unable to forget that one hour. 

Mitchell soon discovers Lillian is living in the motel in town. He offers his garage apartment which leads to another opportunity to show she wasn’t as opposed to his dominance as she claimed. Lillian discovers a side of her she couldn’t control whenever Mitchell leveled one of those potent gazes her way and showed her ways of pleasure she never imagined she would embrace. 

It takes a threat to Lillian’s life for Mitchell to admit his sassy, independent tenant and lover had found a way through his grief to his heart, but had they both waited too long to express their feelings or would he and their friends ride to her rescue in time for them to start over together?

This is book seven in the Cowboy Doms series but can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher’s Note: This contemporary western romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, danger, sensual scenes, adult themes and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

“A little cautionary advice, pet,” he said, clasping her hand, “it’s not wise to challenge a Dom.” Spotting a vacant spanking bench in the corner, he tugged her over to it. “Wait here a minute while I get a few things.”

She tensed next to him, likely from the order, but he didn’t look at her as he strode to the cabinet on the wall a few feet away. He didn’t have anything in mind until he opened the doors and spotted the thigh straps with attached wrist cuffs. Perfect. Selecting those, he went to the toy cabinet, debating over dildos, vibrators and various spanking implements. A new item caught his eye and he reached for the glass anal beads, his cock twitching as he imagined inserting them, and her response. Picking up the dual slapper and feather tickler, he carried the objects back to Lillian, who eyed them with a mixture of interest and trepidation.

“Remember, saying red ends whatever I’m doing, without question. If you need to ask me about something, go ahead. Otherwise, try to focus on what your body is saying. Are you wearing panties?” 

“Yes, of course.”

“Of course,” he murmured, watching as she realized his inquiry was appropriate given the different stages of attire by everyone. He unzipped her skirt, keeping his eyes on hers. “You’ll still be covered, then, if I remove this. Step out,” he instructed as the black garment fell to her feet and left her standing in a pair of beige silk panties and white blouse. 

Stooping in front of her, he slid his hands up her smooth right leg. She clutched his shoulders as he reached the top of her thigh and wrapped the Velcro strap. “Drop your right arm.”

Her muscles tensed under his hands as she questioned him. “Why?”

Glancing up, he pinned her with a disapproving frown. “Because I said to.”

Lillian huffed, those violet eyes swirling with indecision before she gave in to his calm patience and lowered her hand. Mitchell nodded in approval then turned his attention to attaching the cuff to her wrist, binding her arm to her upper thigh, checking to make sure the snug fit wasn’t too restricting. He did the same procedure on her left, only he grabbed her hand off his shoulder himself to secure that arm to her leg before pushing to his feet and cupping her chin. “Are you clothed enough and is this dark and secluded enough to continue?”

“Yes.” She jerked against the restraints, a confident grin lighting up her face. “I’m not going to freak out on you, Doc.”

A part of him wished she would so they could end this and put it behind them. Seeing those long, bare legs again got his blood pumping with a need he couldn’t deny, the temptation to test her cocky self-assuredness riding him hard.

“Good to know.” Releasing that stubborn jaw, he turned her to face the spanking bench. “Kneel down, hips pressed against the edge, torso prone.” 

Mitchell had to give her credit for not balking or arguing as she settled into position. Her muscles were tense, her breathing hitched, but she lay face down on the U-shaped headrest without a word. Testing her, he slid a finger under her panties and grazed the damp seam of her pussy lips. Shifting to the side of the bench while keeping his finger nestled between her puffy labia, he leaned over and whispered in her ear.

“You’re wet and swollen, pet. Are you sure you’re not submissive?”

Lillian lifted and turned her head, their lips almost touching as she replied, “You’re touching me, so of course I’m aroused. We’ve already established that.”

“Then let’s see if I can confirm a few other things.” Straightening, he pressed his finger deeper, brushed against her clit and pulled back. Flicking the side mechanism on the bench, he pushed the head down several inches until her hips were elevated above her shoulders.

Gasping, she yanked on her arms and then groaned at her inability to move. Her voice wobbled, a telltale sign he relished, as she asked, “What are you doing?”

“Placing you in one of my favorite positions.” Adding a second finger to her pussy, he stroked her into accepting the decadent pose in favor of concentrating on her pleasure. The next plunge knocked against her womb before he withdrew to circle the small bundle of swollen nerves. Slick juices coated his digits, soft muscles contracted around them and her clit hardened. Time to pull back.

A frustrated growl rumbled from Lillian’s throat but, much to his surprise, she kept quiet. Until he coasted his cream-covered fingers up her crack, dampened her anus and then breached the tight puckered entrance with his middle finger up to the first knuckle.

Her whole body quivered as she wheezed, “Oh, God. Mitchell, I don’t know about that.”

“Then say red.”

“And stop everything now?” she snapped with frustrated incredulity and a shift of her hips.

This was easier than he had hoped. “I guess I can let you skip this experiment, if you can’t handle it.” 

For the first time in what seemed like forever, Mitchell let loose with a deep chuckle as she went rigid and the muffled bite of her reply reached him. “I can handle whatever you want. I’m not saying red, so go ahead.”

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Author Bio

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great Pyrenees/Standard Poodle.  I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles.  We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now prefer being a homebody.  I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense.  My favorite genre to read is suspense.

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Arresting Mason by Amber Daulton

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

 

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Once you’re in a prison gang, you’re in it for life. That’s what Mason Harding thought until the boss accepted his resignation. After the State releases him on parole, a sexy divorcée behind the wheel of a car almost ends his life quicker than a shank. His chance encounter with Mia Eddison results in a night of passion, but her brother—his parole officer—catches them together and doesn’t approve. 

Mia falls hard for the cocky ex-con, but not because of his chiseled body. She vows to break through his walls and discover his secrets, but never expects those secrets to threaten her life. 

When members of an organized crime ring kidnap Mia to force Mason’s return to the gang, he goes up against an old friend to save the woman he loves. Will his sacrifice be enough or will everything fall apart in a blaze of gunfire?

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

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After they crossed the threshold into her loft and she reset the alarm, he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the bathroom. Mia’s laughter died as he slammed the bathroom door closed and pushed her against it. He jerked off her blouse and dipped his face in the swell of her breasts.

Too long. Too fucking long.

He unbuttoned her slacks, his fingers a little stiff, but he managed to push them off her hips. The fabric pooled around her ankles.

“Mason, wait. Get in the shower.” She fisted her hands in his T-shirt. Her chest heaved as she breathed. “I want to bathe you.”

His cock sprang to life. He dropped his backpack and stripped off his clothes as she finished undressing. Steam wafted from the shower and fogged the glass doors as she stepped under the spray. Water darkened her hair, the lengthy locks clinging to her skin, and her nipples hardened as water sluiced over her curvy, tanned body.

Mason joined her in the tub, closed the door behind him, and hot water pelted his back in a rough caress. Tension eased from his shoulders, and he glanced at Mia as she gently rubbed a sudsy body puff over his pecs. Several bruises still marred his chest and stomach, and she looked ready to cry.

“The bruises look worse than they feel.” He clasped her cheek. “I’m a fast healer, and I’ve been through worse than what you witnessed on Saturday. When I say I’m fine, I mean it.”

She kissed the hollow of his throat and rubbed slightly harder. Tempted to jerk her against him and prove he could handle it rough, he gripped his hands in his hair to let her go at her own pace. Her soft, reverent touch eased his aches, burned through his hard shell, and pierced his dirty soul.

He’d done so many bad things in his life, and he didn’t know why she accepted him.

Because you haven’t told her everything, you asshole.

She already knew too much and asked too many questions. He’d expected her to grill him about Onyx and Sondokes as soon as he walked through her door, but she only asked about Udell and Harper. She didn’t seem angry with him anymore, and he didn’t know what to make of it.

Mia scrubbed the puff over the bulging biceps of his right arm, past the elbow and forearm. She swiped it over his fingers and moved to his left hand to scrub all the way to his shoulder. She darted her tongue out to lick a few scars on his chest. The muscles in his back flexed as she scrubbed the puff down his spine. Her wet breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard like diamonds, and she pulled back to lather a bar of soap in the puff. His erection jutted close to her face as she knelt. She cleaned his thighs, knees, and calves, and cupped his balls with the puff still in her hand.

He gasped and dropped his arms to grab her hair.

“Keep your arms up. I want you at my mercy.”

A shudder coursed through him. “Yes, ma’am.” He locked his hands behind his head again and closed his eyes as she bathed him. Her sensual touch brought tears to his eyes. He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he felt so clean and whole, and not because he showered. The water washed away the embarrassing tears, and he held himself rigid as she cleaned the hard length of his penis, the sensitive band of skin that connected his testicles to his ass, and then his anus. He involuntarily clenched his cheeks. Although shocked she touched him there, the pleasure she gave trumped his hesitation and he relaxed.

A soft little murmur left her mouth. Mia trailed her fingers over the wet hairs on his thighs and massaged his ball sac again.

He cleared his throat. “I have to ask you something. It’s nagged at me for days.” Mason forced his eyes open and met her gaze. Her hand never left his balls. “You called me ‘baby’ the other day in that alley. Why?”

“You heard that?” She bit her lip. Water beaded on her eyelashes and clumped the strands together, but she didn’t look away. “You always call me darlin’, and I love the way you drop the g. It’s much better than sugar, by the way. I thought you would like a pet name too. That’s fine if you don’t want one or don’t like it. I can call you—”

“I like it. A lot. I’m just surprised. I don’t think I’ve ever had a pet name.”

“Well, you have one now, baby.” The grin she beamed up at him weakened his knees. “I’m happy you like it. I thought it might be a little too feminine for you.”

“Nah, it makes me feel precious.”

Mia laughed as he winked at her. “You are precious, but right now you’re solid as a rock, and you’re all mine.” She licked his mushroomed head as though to claim him.

Yes, claim me.

Her mouth opened and she took him inside.

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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.

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