Laura’s Longing…

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This Tuesday, Jessica Brand joins us with her sizzling BDSM romance, Laura’s Longing…

A story of love and exploration. Laura is the quintessential all American small town girl, the vivacious cheerleader who is saving herself for the love of her life. Unfortunately the love of her life is the bad boy in town. Young love being what it is, she finally decides he’s the one to make her a woman and she develops a plan for her fairytale outcome. Unfortunately her fairytale turns into a horror story when she finds her beau, in flagrante delicto with another girl bent over the kitchen table.

In her anger and her grief she seeks solace from her closest girlfriend and after purging some of her pent up lust in the arms of her friend she decides the town is not big enough for all of them and moves to the city to make a new life. Accepting an offer of accommodation in Denver from a mysterious woman a few years older than herself, Laura soon discovers activities taking place in her host’s basement studio that defy Laura’s comprehension. Initially shocked at what she witnesses, her shock turns to arousal as she watches erotic games involving activities she had no idea were possible.

Determined to explore further, she convinces her host introduce her to this strange world of bondage and discipline where the lines between pain and pleasure are blurred, where being spanked could be erotic or agonizing, depending on one’s perspective. Her first experience convinces her she needs more and after unexpectedly meeting a new love, sets about introducing him to the BDSM netherworld. Ensuring he learns from experience, Laura is finally satisfied as their love is consummated in the erotic confines of her housemate’s dungeon.

Laura’s Longing is not for the faint hearted as it takes the reader into the highly erotic world of consensual BDSM.

Check out this naughty little excerpt from the book…

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Laura looked up, not moving. Frankie met her gaze and slipped around beside her, bending over and slipping her hand between Laura’s unresisting thighs. She continued to look at Laura as her finger slipped deep inside her, causing Laura to gasp before moaning in pleasure.

“He has never been able to do that so easily,” she said, the surprise obvious in her voice.

“I know,” Frankie replied soothingly. “He would still be fumbling about at this point, wondering how he was going to slip his cock in there. Your feelings would not even be coming into it. Now, slide forward for me.”

Laura complied before Frankie moved around in front of her, leaving her finger inside as she knelt between Laura’s splayed legs. As Frankie moved, Laura felt the movement of her finger inside her slick sex and knew the sensations she felt were no accident. Her friend knew exactly what she was doing.

“Now close your eyes and enjoy the ride.” As soon as she spoke she used her fingers to open Laura’s labia. Her tongue then darted in and out of Laura’s glistening sex, barely touching her but eliciting instant moans of pleasure.

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“I do so enjoy the sound of my name on those lips,” he says, eyeing my mouth intently.

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My lips part at the statement, as though his eyes have commanded them to do so.

Yearn for you by Sayara St. Clair

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Today I am pleased to present the lovely, Sayara St. Clair, and her latest release, Yearn For You (Dante’s Purgatory, Book 2.)

In this red-hot book, Dante has been Erica’s savior since she was a child, protecting her from others, wiping her tears, making her feel worthy. Until, as the years passed, she began to feel something new…and a girl’s crush became a young woman’s unyielding passion. Though she ran away to Paris after Dante unknowingly broke her heart, even distance couldn’t quell Erica’s desire. Because she knows Dante well, knows what he’s capable of doing for a woman…and knows her submissive needs match Dante’s deep dominance perfectly.

Dante’s in trouble. For years he’s kept his burning ache for his best friend’s sister firmly in check. But now Erica’s back in the States, more gorgeous than ever. Worse, she wants to learn about BDSM—and she’s determined to have Dante as a teacher. He won’t let her near the club he co-owns with her brother—Chris would kill him—but he’ll “train” her at home. When he’s done, Erica will want nothing to do with the lifestyle. And hopefully her crush on Dante will be diminished…for both their sakes.

But Erica proves to be far more resilient that he’d ever dreamed, and Dante’s plan backfires in spectacular fashion, driving her straight into the clutches of someone far worse than another Dom. Someone dangerous, someone from his past…who’s going to make Erica pay for Dante’s sins.

Read this extended (18+) excerpt from the story, and then grab a copy of your own…

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Prologue

The teenaged girl hiding above in the barn’s hayloft watched as the man she loved pulled the woman roughly into his arms. As he kissed the woman’s mouth, the girl struggled not to cry.

The man stripped the woman’s clothes off—all of them—strewing them like so much rubbish on the filthy barn floor. He turned her to face away from him, positioned her legs so they were wide apart, then pushed down on her shoulders. The woman bent over and grasped the low railing in front of her.

The man pulled off his T-shirt, revealing smooth olive skin ridged with muscle and a dark trail of hair that disappeared below the waistband of his jeans. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it free from the belt loops. The girl bit down on her bottom lip in anticipation of seeing him fully naked. But instead of shedding the rest of his clothes, as she expected, he doubled the belt over, lifted his arm back and brought the belt down onto the woman’s bottom with a loud thwack.

The young girl stifled a gasp. The woman did not.

The girl would have been shocked into stillness if she hadn’t already been rigid as a statue, determined to not divulge her presence to the couple below. She could hardly believe what she was witnessing. However, her growing bubble of righteous indignation burst in response to the sounds the woman began to make. With each subsequent slap of belt against flesh, the woman flinched, but then moaned as if she reveled in this treatment.

The girl stared transfixed in a haze of disbelief.

Disbelief that slowly morphed into hot, pulsing arousal.

The man brought his belt down over and over until the woman’s backside was reddened and the voyeur upstairs was aching and restless and needing.

He finally threw his belt to the ground and moved up behind the woman. He fondled her abused bottom cheeks. When he pinched her there, the woman squealed—a high-pitched, desperate sound. And then he was unfastening the fly of his jeans. Before the girl could get a glimpse of the part of him she was longing to see, he shoved it roughly into the woman, who immediately screamed and shuddered as she orgasmed helplessly.

The man clasped his hand over the woman’s mouth as he fucked her. He fucked her at first with slow, controlled strokes, and then harder and faster until he was pounding into her, almost lifting her off her feet. And if the woman was making any more noise behind that big hand, the voyeur upstairs didn’t know. All she could hear was the blood pounding in her own ears.

She wanted so badly to be there, in place of that woman. The fantasies conjured by her inexperienced mind, of being kissed softly and taken gently by the man, dissolved away in the face of the reality of him.

She wanted him this way, in a way she’d never before imagined, with him controlling her roughly with strong hands, holding her down, making her take what he wanted to give her, taking exactly what he wanted from her.

The harsh lines of pleasure on his face made her crave to be the one giving him that kind pleasure, giving him everything he wanted.

The ache deep inside her became so overwhelming and so unbearable, she cupped herself and pressed, hard. And while the man she’d loved forever bucked and cried out his release, the girl came quietly, her teeth clamped together, with tears pouring down her face. And her heart breaking into a million pieces.

Chapter One

Erica fidgeted in her seat…for about the hundredth time.

The passenger beside her huffed and gave her angry businessman side-eye. She ignored the man, her hands hovering over her belt buckle, willing the “fasten seat belt” sign to make that “ping” sound so she could get off the damn plane. And get to him.

In the five long years she’d lived in Paris, since she was eighteen years old, she hadn’t seen him.

Dante. Just the sound of his name in her own mind gave her shivers.

She wondered if she’d somehow romanticized him. Was he really so devastatingly handsome, so powerful and dangerously sexual? Would he look at her with that dark, intense gaze, the way he did in her fantasies as she lay in her bed, alone, burning and restless? Would that secret smile of his still make her heart race? Would he make her insides clench and her sex moisten when he spoke to her in his deep, velvet voice?

Would he have a beer belly and a receding hairline?

He was twenty-five the last time she’d laid eyes on him. But knowing Dante, at thirty he’d probably look even sexier than he had back then. Gorgeous, infuriating man.

By the time Erica got to the baggage collection area, she was just about crawling out of her skin with impatience. Her stomach churned. While waiting for her luggage to appear, she rubbed sweaty palms on the thighs of her jeans, realizing she hadn’t felt this nervous for a very long time. Maybe since the last time she’d seen Dante. She silently admonished herself. She was determined to behave in a cool, sophisticated manner—Parisian nonchalance at its best—not like some crazy, lovesick schoolgirl.

Trouble was, she felt a little crazy. And sick. And she was most definitely in love.

But Erica needed to get a grip. She was adamant that Dante finally regard her as something other than his best friend’s kid sister. She wanted him to see her as a woman.

And not just any woman, but hopefully the woman who could belong to him.

Dante leaned against a concrete pillar in the arrivals hall waiting for Erica. His eyes scanned the passengers as they streamed out of the exit door, until he caught a flash of red in his peripheral vision. His heart thumped faster. Then a large man moved out of Dante’s line of sight and there she was.

Madre di Dio, she was so fucking beautiful, Dante’s breath caught in his chest.

He knew many beautiful women, but Erica was unique. She was stunning, statuesque, earthy…raw. There was a kind of wildness inherent in her beauty. In his more fantastical imaginings, Dante pictured her standing barefoot in a forest, every inch of her milky skin and lush body bared, her flame-red hair whipping fiercely in the wind.

She was like a goddess of the Earth.

And just as untouchable.

Even with his sole focus on her, from the corner of his eye Dante noticed other men’s heads turning to look at her. It made him want to growl and bare his teeth at them like an animal. But he could see, as per usual, Erica was oblivious to the way she affected males of the species.

She was tall—six feet without shoes on—which put her close to eye level with Dante’s six foot three. Her frame was sturdy with broad shoulders and nicely muscled thighs. He could now see the worn-out, skin-hugging jeans encasing those gorgeous legs that just went on and on forever. Her auburn hair appeared red under the fluorescent lighting, but Dante knew once she was out in the sun, he would see the shimmery streaks of copper and gold.

He watched as she scanned the room, a deep furrow between her brows. He used to rub that spot with his thumb and tell her she’d get old lady wrinkles if she didn’t stop frowning.

She saw him then, and her face lit up, her mouth breaking into her almost-too-wide smile.

She broke into a run and before he knew what she was about, she launched herself at him, jumping right into his arms. He grabbed her under her ass while she encircled his neck with her arms and his waist with her legs—those long, strong legs he’d dreamed about having wrapped around him.

“Dante,” she breathed in his ear, “I’ve missed you so much.”

At the sound of his name on her lips in that honeyed, husky voice and her warm breath in his ear, a shiver racked his spine.

Dante didn’t speak. He couldn’t. His throat choked up with all the words he longed to say to her but never would. He held her tight instead, pressed his lips to her cheek, then buried his face in her hair and breathed deeply, inhaling her scent. She smelled of oranges, summer days and sunlight.

He reveled in the feeling of her wrapped around him; it felt so right to finally hold her this way. He wondered if it was his overactive imagination, but he could have sworn he felt the heat from her sex penetrating through their clothing, branding his skin.

The need to claim her clawed up from inside him like a wild beast that had been caged too long. Beads of perspiration broke out on his lip at the thought of pushing her up against the nearest concrete pillar and driving himself inside her. He ground his teeth and prayed for sanity.

They held on to each other for a long time, neither of them moving to break the connection. After this initial reunion, they wouldn’t hold each other like this again. This was his best friend’s little sister; she was off-limits to him. No matter how he burned for her, how much he wanted her to be his, she never could be.

Finally, with more than a little difficulty, he forced himself to loosen his grip on her. As she slid slowly down his body, lust kicked him so hard in his gut, he thought he would fall to his knees.

She gazed at him with those clear gray eyes that had always utterly fascinated him. Gray, slightly tinged with green, the iris ringed with a color so deep, it was almost as dark as the pupil at its center. He knew he shouldn’t do it, but it was as if his hand and brain spoke two different languages.

Brain: “Don’t do it. Don’t touch her.”

Hand: “I no speaka de English.”

He touched her.

He fingered a strand of her hair and then slowly tucked it behind her ear. Her breath puffed out on a sigh and her eyes fluttered closed momentarily. Dante closed his eyes for a moment too, envisioning how she would react if he really touched her. Touched her in the ways he’d been dreaming of for so many years.

He imagined that underneath Erica’s sassy tomboy exterior lived a passionately sexual woman who would be as fiery as the hue of her hair. If they came together it would be incendiary. They would burn the damn place down around their ears.

And if he tried to take control of that fire and passion—to quiet it sometimes, and stoke it to greater heights at others, based solely on his whims and his wants—would she fight him? He thought he might like it if she fought him a little.

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Running from her fate

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She was running from Beau to protect him, but he would not let her escape.

Today, I am pleased to introduce, Ruby Caine to my blog. She’s here to feature her new release, Running from her fate ( book four of The Spirits of River Oaks series.)

In the book, Beauregard St. Pierre needs to find his run-away fiancée before she gets hurt. A fake psychic has filled her head with foolish nonsense. Generally, not one to leave his job and responsibilities for any length of time, he is determined to locate Belle quickly so they can return to New Orleans.

 Anabelle Simar’s life changed drastically after she met Madame Claudette. She found the man of her dreams and inherited a tidy sum of money, all after the gifted psychic predicted the events. It is only natural to run away when the same woman warns Belle she puts her lover at great risk.

 The couple ends up at River Oaks, where Madame Lenore regularly communicates with spirits. At first, she does not see any danger, but every time Beau and Belle visit for another reading, his fate is altered in disastrous ways.

 Will sweet Anabelle really stab, burn and shoot the man she loves? Can Beau protect himself and the woman he loves? Will their love hold them together against the odds, real or invented?

 Publisher’s Note: This adult romance has elements of humor, mystery, suspense, paranormal happenings, sexual scenes, adult language and discipline of adult women. If any of these elements offend you, please do not purchase.

Read the tantalising teaser here, and then go grab yourself a copy…

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“Do you really think I bullied you? Be honest.” Those piercing eyes didn’t miss a thing as he watched her. His words drew her attention and she almost felt like crying in frustration. Sighing in defeat, she turned away from him again. Beau continued speaking, not giving her a chance to build up another wall between them. “This is ridiculous, Belle. This whole situation is foolish. Come home with me and let’s put this whole thing behind us.”

“I can’t and you know why,” she told him before rummaging through her cabinets and pulling out a small coffee maker.

 “Because you’re convinced you are going to harm me? I’m sorry, babe, but that’s bullshit!”

“Madame Claudette had a vision. She’s never been wrong. Believe me, I prayed and prayed she was mistaken, but I can’t take a chance with your safety. I love you too much for that, Beau. I’d rather be miserable without you, knowing you are safe, than happily at your side and watch you be hurt.”

A man can only take so much frustration when trying to reason with his lover. Beau had finally passed his threshold. “Talking is getting us nowhere. I am tired of trying to reason with you, Belle. You love me. I love you. We are getting married. Decades from now, I will enjoy telling our grandchildren how I had to chase their stubborn grandmother across the state until she finally realized she belonged at my side.”

He glanced around the room for a suitable place to carry out his next plan of action. The coffee table and stool close to the microwave looked too flimsy to hold his frame, let alone both their w

 

eights. He had serious concerns about the sturdiness of the double bed, too. But the latter would have to make do. Grabbing her hand, he pulled Belle toward the frame.

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Chosen by the High Judge

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Sentenced to an ancient ordeal,

Zara must pay for her naughtiness with judicial spankings.

Today, I am thrilled to be joined by the talented, Jaye Peaches, and her red-hot alien romance, Chosen by the High Judge. Read on for more about this tantalising read…

After twenty-year-old Zara Webb is arrested for delinquent behavior while living as an exchange student in an alien colony, she is placed into the custody of High Judge Galen Hosta. For the duration of her sentence, she will live in Galen’s home and under his authority, and the stern, handsome warrior will have the right not only to punish her in any way he sees fit, but also to take her to his bed and enjoy her beautiful body in any way he pleases.

Within moments of her sentence being pronounced, Zara finds herself over Galen’s lap for a painful, embarrassing bare-bottom spanking. But when she kneels at his feet, blushing crimson as she is made to thank him for her well-deserved punishment in the most humiliating way possible, she cannot hide her helpless arousal.

Over the coming days, Zara discovers that Galen’s mastery of her body will be far more thorough than she would have thought possible, yet even as she is brought to one intense, shameful climax after another, her need for him only grows stronger. But when her sentence is complete and she is no longer his prisoner, will she choose to stay by his side as his mate?

Publisher’s Note: Chosen by the High Judge is a stand-alone book set in the same world as Chosen by the Governor. It includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Are you ready for more? Here comes the sexy little snippet!

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She was still trembling. She had to tell him, because at the moment there was no choice. She couldn’t follow in the footsteps of Astra.

“I’m a virgin,” she blurted.

His hand dropped and his eyes widened in surprise. “You’ve never been with a man?”

She smirked, feeling a little mollified by the admission. “Well, yes, but not that way, and just because I get drunk… not all students…” she added feebly.

He laughed softly. “Forgive me, I have been presumptuous with my views of human copulation. Is it not your way to fuck once you come of age?”

Zara rubbed her hands up and down her arms. The direction of the conversation was creeping into the intimate, but if that was what he wanted from her, then he had to understand her better.

“It used to be something you did on the wedding night, you know.” She shrugged a little nervously. “Not so much like that these days. I’m twenty. I’ve just not met the right man.”

“Mmm, I see. Then if I was to tell you I promise to take your virginity with consideration, would you still accept my alternative sentence?”

Fuck, he’s keen.

He wanted her. She tingled all over and she shouldn’t. It couldn’t be right. He was going to punish her, fuck her, do whatever the hell he liked. “And then, after you take my virginity?” she asked slowly.

“You are mine,” he said softly.

“I don’t know, sir,” she stuttered, feeling overwhelmed and uncertain.

“I want you, Zara. I want to punish your sweet bare ass with my hand. I want to witness you come when I demand it. I want to enter you. You will submit and serve me every day. You will stay naked in my presence. In return I shall ensure your privacy is protected, your criminal files kept confidential and you will come to no harm.”

The room was hot. Or felt hot. The blood had rushed to her cheeks and she swayed.

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The Simon in charge series

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This Never Ending blog tour returns, and this week Libby Campbell joins us with her sexy series in dominance, Simon in Charge.

Sadie wants to fix the world. Simon wants to rule it. Starting with her.

When feisty Sadie Donohue meets billionaire Simon Jacobson at a New Year’s Eve party, she thinks it’s a chance encounter. Little does she know that Simon has arranged it all.

Widowed for six years, he is looking for another woman to share his life. She must be smart, sexy, and able to obey his inflexible rules. He has observed Sadie from a distance and decided she is just what he’s looking for.

Always one to challenge authority, Sadie tests Simon’s boundaries with her lively wit and recalcitrant behavior. He is amused but unmoved. Soon Sadie is regularly over Simon’s knee for being her sassy, strong-willed self. And she loves it!

When he proposes, she accepts without a second thought. The time arrives for her to leave her working-class world of public schools and sausages on the backyard barbecue to move into Simon’s circle of wealth and privilege where children attend private schools and servants serve guests in lavish society homes. Sadie panics.

That’s it: engagement off!

Sadie’s doubts, fired by a secret from her past, may be their undoing. Only Simon is in charge and he has other ideas.

Publishers’ note: These books are intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Tough stuff, but worth it. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.

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In my apartment he took out his laptop and sat on the sofa. “Get ready for bed. When you’re done, we will talk about your foolishness today.”

I took as long as I possibly could, removing my makeup, flossing my teeth, and reorganizing the medicine cabinet. My nails needed attention but I decided that might be pushing it. I dabbed perfume on my wrists and slid the black negligee over my head. The gown had solved the riddle of being dressed but undressed; it covered me but left little to the imagination. I prayed it would distract him to the point of forgetfulness.

In the living room Simon was bent over his laptop. He didn’t look when I walked into the room. One of the straight-backed wooden chairs from my dining set had been placed across from the sofa from where he worked.

“Sit,” he said. He didn’t have to say where.

There were four chairs around my dining room table. Two were comfortable, padded parsons’ chairs. The others were wooden, ladder-back numbers. I only owned the wooden ones because I found them online cheap. There were good in an emergency like three friends for dinner at once but I always put a throw cushion on them for comfort. Simon hadn’t extended me that courtesy. The moment I lowered myself onto the rigid wooden seat, the cold crept through the gauzy fabric of my night dress. I waited for Simon to acknowledge me, say something—anything—but he didn’t. Because the heat had been turned down since Friday, the apartment was cool enough to safely store milk and chicken. The negligee lace grazed my nipples and I realized they were standing at attention. I wrapped my arms around myself, for warmth and modesty.

“Put your feet flat on the floor, your hands in your lap, and sit still. I’m almost finished.” His voice pinned me there, like a butterfly in a display case.

Almost is an ambiguous stretch of time, depending on how a person spends it. Sitting on that hard wooden chair with a tender bottom made the seconds stretch to hours. I watched Simon’s face and admired his concentration as he typed. That attempt to divert my attention soon grew boring. The seat on the roller coaster grew more uncomfortable. Eventually all my thoughts were about the terrifying descents ahead. I wished we could just push off from the station and get the scary part over with.

He stopped typing and reread what he’d written. Satisfied at last, he closed the clamshell and tucked it into his bag. I was sure that the time passed only seemed like minutes to him. My butt ached sitting on that chair but I didn’t shift even a fraction of an inch, not while he was staring at me. He crouched in front of me.

“First of all, I want you to know that I care about you very much. In fact I’m falling in love with you.” He kissed the back of my hands. “This—this ritual of discipline—is proof of that love. If I didn’t care about you, about making you and me together a stronger unit, I wouldn’t bother.”

He rubbed my hands with his thumbs. “Secondly, you owe a huge debt to my sister.”

I opened my mouth to speak, to ask why. He placed a finger on my lips. “It’s not the time for the condemned woman to plead her case.”

He caressed a nipple as he straightened to a standing position. “Tracy took strips off me before I went upstairs to wake you and bring you home. She said I had no business dropping a bombshell in your life and leaving you to deal with it alone. I told her you’re a big girl with lots of friends to protect you. Plus it wasn’t like I was offering you anything bad, was it?”

I shook my head and said nothing.

“Still I’m taking her comments into consideration as I determine your punishment. Tell me honestly—do you think you should be spanked tonight?”

I shrugged.

“Wise choice to remain silent. Better not risk a wrong answer. However, in my court you are allowed to incriminate yourself. In fact, it’s expected when you have broken my rules. In time you will learn to thank me for the discipline. Until then, let’s deal with what you’re up for now. Let’s accept the fact that you’re going to be spanked. Can you think of the reasons why?”

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Out of the Darkness

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This Friday, I am thrilled to welcome Juliette Banks with her newest erotic romance, Out of the Darkness.

“I can’t keep traipsing three miles every time I want to spank that delectable little behind of yours.”

In the book, Marianne is the beautiful and famous model, and she has the life many young girls dream of.

Yet the missing father; the predatory stepfather; the abusive lover; they all let her down, and damaged her judgement about the men she meets.

She thought she had met the man of her dreams, yet fate was cruel.

Until one day, at an airport, she meets the strong, yet kind, dominant man she had longed to meet.

Is he the man she has sought her whole life? Will he show her the way out of the darkness and into the loving, submissive relationship she has always craved?

“Oh I work hard, but I play hard, too. Do you play hard, Marianne?”


NOTE: This book was previously published, under the same title but with a different cover, under the author name of Rachel de Vine. The book has sweet romance, but also contains explicit sex and some BDSM practices. If this material offends you, please do not purchase.

Read the sensual, BDSM excerpt below to whet your appetite for this exciting new title…

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We were scarcely inside the door before William issued his first command. “Down. On all fours.”

His instructions were given in a calm, quiet tone, but I knew that he meant business. I dropped to the floor immediately and waited, head bowed, awaiting further instructions.

“Crawl over to the middle of the room.”

I crawled slowly on hands and knees across the room and stopped. For all my submission, I had never felt so powerful and sexually voracious. I heard William go over to the bar and pour himself a drink. I heard the clink of a glass stopper and knew he’d poured a whisky or brandy from one of the decanters on top of the bar. He walked back towards me and stopped a few feet behind me. He stood for perhaps a minute, without moving. I couldn’t see him but I sensed his eyes taking in the curve of my bottom beneath the silk dress.

“Lift up your dress. I want to see you.”
I shuddered with sexual anticipation and did as he said. I couldn’t resist arching my back and pushing out my bottom as I did so.
Again he remained still, looking at me. Again he waited in silence for at least a minute.

“Exquisite.”
He left me where I was and went over to one of the armchairs and sat down with his drink, and said nothing for a couple of minutes. I was beginning to relax when he again spoke. “Anticipation.”

He didn’t continue for a moment and I was unsure if I was expected to respond in some way, or whether this was an instruction of which I was unfamiliar.

“Anticipation is the key. You are anticipating what I might do with you. I’m anticipating the pleasure that awaits us. Our minds are slowly increasing the sexual tension. Don’t you agree, Marianne, that anticipation is the key?”

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In just seven days, my hot new Regency spanking romance, Taming Lady Lydia, is released with Stormy Night Publications on 8th September!

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A Strict Gentleman

The Never Ending Blog tour.

I’m back in the less-than-sunny UK, and it’s time for another fabulous visit from the Never Ending blog tour. Today, Jaye Peaches joins us, with her latest hot Victorian spanking romance, A Strict Gentleman.

In the book, twenty-three-year-old Kelly Regan didn’t expect much excitement when she took a job as a curator at a historic estate, but upon encountering a beautiful, mysteriously powerful mirror she suddenly finds herself transported back to the Victorian era.

Kelly is intrigued by the estate’s owner, the handsome bachelor Sir Henry Yarlswood, and in order to learn more about life in his household she impersonates another woman and obtains a position as his maid. But Henry is not a man who tolerates dishonestly from his staff, and after her deception is discovered Kelly’s bottom is bared for a painful, embarrassing spanking.

The stern punishment only increases Kelly’s desire to know more about her handsome employer, but after she is caught snooping through his personal effects she soon finds herself stripped naked for an even more shameful chastisement. Despite her sore bottom, however, she is deeply aroused by Henry’s firm-handed dominance, and when he claims her properly his masterful lovemaking leaves her spent and satisfied. But will their blossoming romance be enough to keep her by his side, even if it means leaving her old life behind forever?

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

Assume the position and brace yourself… Here comes the sizzling (18+) teaser!

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Reaching round, he hitched up her skirts, fighting the petticoats until he had hold of her drawers. With a yank, he brought them down past her arse. Spreading his fingers, he clutched at a cheek, and squeezed the warm lobe until it felt like it might melt in his palm.

She gasped, teetering on her tiptoes as he kneaded her naked buttock. The swell of desire extended to the end of his cock, filling it with hot blood and pushing it up. She rocked her hipbone against it, and it was his turn to gasp.

“Why, you vixen,” he charged her.

She giggled.

He still held the duster. “You shall be punished. I’m going to whip you with this,” he murmured, nibbling on her earlobe.

“No!” she squawked. “I’ve not done a thing wrong. It will hurt,” she added indignantly.

“Ha, I decide, do I not? And it won’t hurt, not in the way you think it will.” He pointed at the table. “Bend over and keep your skirts up.”

“Sir, this is most inappropriate. Someone might come—”

“Who? I keep this house quiet of servants for a reason. Now, bend!”

She fumbled with her petticoats and pouted. She frowned so sweetly, it hardened his cock to see her little displays of defiance knowing shortly she would be begging for relief and pleasure.

She folded over the end of the dining table with aplomb, dropping her drawers at the same time. As for the skirts, she hugged them under her hips, protecting her from the rigid edge of the oak.

He lifted the duster—a rod to which the feathers of a goose had been attached—and swept it across her bare arse. She squealed and her face screwed up tight.

“It hurts, it hurts,” she wailed.

However, rather than lift it off, he spread the feathers across her rump and dragged them down the back of her thighs, then reversing direction, up between her legs.

“Ooo!” She knocked her knees together and trapped the duster as it glided up her slit and furrow. The feathers became wet with her nectar.

“Again?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, please,” she quipped.

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Darien’s Desire

The Never Ending Blog tour.

This week, we’re joined by Daryl Devore. If you loved What Happens in Bangkok and want to know what happens next in Darien’s Desire, read on….

It’s complicated is not only her relationship status, but the definition of Erika Bailey’s life. She loves managing her drag queen club in Bangkok, Thailand, but her rock star boyfriend resides in North Carolina. And to top it off, her father threatens she must stay away from Darien or lose the Pink Flamingo. Does she protect her club or her love?

Darien Scott, Grammy award winning international superstar, wants nothing more than to wake up in the arms of Erika, the woman he loves, but contractual obligations force him to exotic video shoots and an isolated movie set with one of Hollywood’s sexiest stars.

With the feeding frenzy of social media trending every aspect of Darien’s life—real or not—it’s hard for Erika to know the truth. Will she be able to see through the lies and trust Darien? Or will evidence from damaging Internet rumors condemn their relationship?

Read this little teaser from the book, and then grab yourself a copy!

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“My life was fine until he showed up.” Erika wiped the tears off her cheek, then tossed the tissue toward the trash can. It missed and hit the floor.

“Really? Was it?” Sandee pulled another tissue from the box and handed it to her.

Erika thought back to the days before Darien appeared at her club disguised as Apollo. She was lonely, jealous of everyone else who had a special someone in their life, and more than a bit horny. All of which she’d tried unsuccessfully to bury in her work.

She snatched the tissue from his hand. “I hate it when you ask all the right questions.” She blew her nose and threw the wad of tissue at the trash can. It bounced off the end and hit the floor.

Sandee snickered. “You weren’t on the basketball team, were you?”

Erika grinned and shook her head. “My, however did you guess?”

Sandee chuckled. “I was. Can’t think of a better place to be than a room full of boys in shorts and big bouncing balls.”

“Darien put you up to this?”

He shrugged. “Sorta. Both he and Brian asked me to have a little tête-à-tête with you. Brian’s worried about Darien’s drinking, and Darien’s confused and hurting.”

She played with her thumbnail. The truth was always hard to admit. “I might have overreacted a bit and vented it out toward Darien.”

Sandee settled back on Erika’s couch. “I love a good story. Start at the beginning. Oh, and include all the sexy parts. I love it when two straights do the nasty.”

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A spoiled Regency Lady needs a firm hand… She meets her match in

Lord Markham.

Taming Lady Lydia

Coming Friday, 8th September, 2017.

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His Firm Direction

Author promotion.

Today I am pleased to be joined by fellow Stormy Night Publications author, Alexis Alvarez, and her latest hot release, His Firm Direction!

In this scorching book, we meet Cleo Martinello. When she is offered the lead role in a bold, controversial new play by Axel Masters, the hottest off-Broadway director in the country,  the twenty-seven-year-old actress is delighted. As rehearsals get underway, however, she finds herself having trouble getting into the mindset of her character, a woman whose firm-handed husband spanks her when she is disobedient.

After Cleo’s difficulty playing her part convincingly leads to a public confrontation with Axel, she worries that she will be fired, but instead the handsome director calls her into his office, scolds her for her petulant attitude, and then suggests that she is in desperate need of the kind of stern correction the character she is struggling to play receives from her fictional husband.

To her surprise, being reprimanded like a naughty girl proves to be intensely arousing for Cleo, and soon enough she is lying over Axel’s lap with her bare bottom exposed for a thorough spanking. His bold dominance leaves her begging to be taken long and hard, and a passionate romance quickly blossoms between them.

Cleo’s new understanding of what it means to submit to a man’s strict discipline pays off on stage, but as the positive reviews pour in she cannot help wondering what will happen to their relationship after the curtain falls on the last showing of the play. Is Axel truly in love with her, or does he see her as nothing more than an actress in need of his firm direction?

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

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Read on for a sexy little teaser to help whet your whistle…

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“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I will do what you say,” she said, forcing the words out.

“You’ll love it,” he promised. “Take off your panties.”

“Right now?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting up.

“Are you supposed to argue, or just do it?”

“Do it, I guess.”

“You guess?” He crossed his arms. “You just earned yourself five extra spanks. You going for ten extra?”

“No! That’s not fair! You can’t give me extras. I don’t even, I’ve never even been spanked.” But the idea of being held down and given an extra punishment was somehow so arousing that she squirmed and pressed her thighs together, even while indignation surged through her at his cavalier confidence.

“All the more reason to be obedient your first time, then, I’d think,” he said. “Ten it is. If you don’t want it to be fifteen, give me the panties right now.” He held out his hand.

She hesitated, licked her lip, then slowly wiggled the fabric down over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out carefully, then extended her hand. “Here.”

“Thank you.” He tucked them into his jeans pocket, letting the lacy strings stick out. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?

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A spoiled Regency Lady needs a firm hand… She meets her match in Lord Markham.

Taming Lady Lydia

Coming Friday, 8th September, 2017.

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Holding Cynthia by Libby Campbell

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  Can a diehard feminist like Cynthia learn to obey an indomitable man like Antony?

This Tuesday, I am pleased to bring you Libby Campbell’s latest in the ‘Romancing the Coast’ series, Holding Cynthia.

In the book, Antony Jacobson first held Cynthia Donohue in his arms at a wintry December wedding. Four months later, the statuesque, silver-haired woman continues to haunt his thoughts.

Cynthia is about to move to the West Coast to be closer to her daughter. As her plane touches down in her new city, she steels herself to cope on her own. When she finds Antony waiting at the arrivals gate, a wave of gratitude and desire floods through her.

A lifetime of independence hasn’t prepared Cynthia for a submissive role in a relationship. She craves love, romance, and someone to share sunsets. But deep down she believes her dreams are out of her reach. Worse, they are a betrayal of her feminist principles. That’s fine: indomitable, handsome Antony will wait.

She is tired and aching beyond all memory so Antony takes charge. Very quickly, he realizes there is something wrong, very wrong, with Cynthia’s health. He insists that she see a doctor.

She says he is overprotective. He agrees. He is also determined to look after her if she won’t look after herself. A trip over his knee shakes Cynthia to the core. In spite of herself she likes – she wants – this loving correction. More importantly, she agrees that he may be right about seeing a doctor.

Is Antony too much, too soon, or is he just what the doctor ordered?

Publishers’ note: Holding Cynthia is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Tough stuff, but worth it. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.

Ready for a tantalising spanking excerpt? Good! Here it comes…

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Antony pulled his hand back and crossed his arms over his chest. “And when I dropped you at the massage center, what did I say?”

“You said I could call you for a ride home.”

“No, I told you to call me.”

“Told, asked. Same difference.”

“You may be a whiz at French, but you obviously need a few lessons in the English language. When I tell you to do something, it’s not multiple choice, pick the most appealing option. It’s an order, pure and simple. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I get what you’re saying.”

“And when you fail to obey me, there will be consequences. I want that clearly understood.”

“Con-se-quences,” Cynthia said the word slowly, pronouncing the se syllable as say, as if she were speaking French. She dragged it out to delay answering. “Would you care to elaborate?”

“Remember when I warned you that last night’s smack might just be a starter if you didn’t behave?”

She nodded.

“I wasn’t kidding. When you fail to look after yourself, I will spank you.”

His words hung in the air between them like a sudden frost.

Her mouth was chalk dry. “Spank me?”

“Yes, spank you. Bare your bottom and turn you over my knee. I want to keep seeing you. I want to see you well, managing your health sensibly. Obviously you’re forgotten how to do that over the years and you need some supervision. My supervision. And when you disobey me, I will punish you in the good, old-fashioned way. Do you understand?” His voice was level, calm. Most of all it was authoritative.

“What? You think I’m going to just submit to that?” Even as she asked the question her pussy clenched with desire and her fingers itched to touch him, to say yes with caresses. She wanted her body to consent so she wouldn’t have to say the words out loud.

“That is exactly what I think, Cindy.” He emphasized Cindy in a way that said he was going to use that name affectionately and proprietarily whether she agreed or not. He was telling her what the conditions of seeing him would be as if he sensed, quite rightly, that this was what she wanted.

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A spoiled Regency Lady needs a firm hand… She meets her match in Lord Markham.

Taming Lady Lydia

Coming Friday, 8th September, 2017.

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