Secret Santa by Nia Farrell

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It’s hard being a spy.

Katya Dostoevsky is a “little” and the young, submissive mistress of a Russian mobster.  Posing as a mercenary, Simon Tolliver is a forty-five-year-old British operative who’s been ordered to kill her.

Neither of them is what they seem.

Sold by human traffickers at the age of 14, Katya has endured eleven years of forced consent, serving the needs of Alexei Papanov, head of the Bratva in upstate New York.  She thinks that Simon is taking her toy shopping ahead of Christmas, but he’s been instructed to kill her en route.  After what she has suffered, he plans to be her Secret Santa and give her the quick, clean death that she deserves.

It was supposed to be his last night on his last mission before retiring.  Instead, this British spy with a gun and a girl on the run embark on a dark, thrilling ride that can only end one way.

Nia Farrell’s way.  Yippee ki-yay.

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Simon followed Papanov upstairs, past three armed guards and a half-dozen rooms.  Stopping short of his private office, the Bratva kingpin opened a door and stepped inside, motioning for Simon to follow.

The room was decorated like a little girl’s dream with a fairytale four-poster bed, an ice cream parlor table and chairs, and an antique baby carriage full of dolls and stuffed toys.  An ornate desk sat in front of a bank of curtained windows.  Light from the crystal chandelier added to the soft glow from the computer screen of the laptop perched on the thighs of Papanov’s much-younger mistress.

Simon’s cock twitched at the sight of the pretty brunette.  Dressed only in a black bra and panties and red fuck-me heels, she sat on an office chair with her face lit and her gaze locked on the screen, oblivious to their presence.

Simon felt like a dirty old man for wishing he could stand there and watch her.  He was a spy.  He should be focused on Alexei.  Instead, he looked at the exquisite turn of Katya’s ankles and imagined them around his neck.

Katya Dostoevsky was twenty-five years old, five feet, three inches, a former gymnast, and an obedient servant to the whims of her master.  Sold by her father to Papanov when she was fourteen, she’d grown into a stunning young woman.

Too bad Alexei didn’t share.

Or did he?

“You remember Katya.”  His inflection made it a statement rather than a question.

Two sets of eyes darted to Alexei—hers alarmed and his wary.  What was Papanov’s game?

Simon schooled his features.  “Yes.”

 “Myshka, you remember Mr. McCartney?”

She jerked her head in a stiff little nod.  “Da.”

She was careful to not look at Simon when she answered.  She knew Peter McCartney’s reputation, but she hadn’t really seen what he was capable of.  She’d only witnessed a clean kill.

Alexei had backhanded her, busting her lip when she wouldn’t stop crying.

Papanov nodded.  “Khorosho.  Good.  Myshka, I want you to pack a suitcase.  Take enough to last you a week.  Christmas is coming, and my mouseling wants her favorite bear fixed.  I say, it is time for new ones if the old ones fall apart when you ride them.  Mr. McCartney will drive you to the apartment in Manhattan.  I will finish things here and meet you there.  Then we shop, da?”

Interesting.  Katya masturbated with teddy bears.  Knowing Alexei, he jacked off to the show and made her play the virgin to deflower as an encore.

Simon didn’t miss the look of dismay or the slight tremor that shook her shapely frame.  She swallowed the objection on the tip of her tongue and answered meekly, “Da, Papi.”

Alexei’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.  “That’s my good girl.  Set your luggage by the hallway door when you have it packed.  I want you downstairs and ready to leave in twenty minutes.  Come, Peter.”

Katya flew into action, kicking off her heels and sprinting to her closet.  Simon followed Papanov to his office one door over.  Katya’s room had been chosen for the Pakhan’s convenience.  When Alexei got an itch, he wanted it scratched immediately.  His personal sex slave was on call around the clock, anytime, day or night, in public or in private.

Alexei thought nothing of ordering Katya to please him while he entertained guests.  Humiliating her only added to his pleasure.

“Close the door.”

Simon did as ordered, questions writhing like Medusa’s snakes in his head.  He was pissed.  Alexei should have asked him first.  Instead, he’d told him in front of Katya.  Now Simon was stuck driving her down to the city.  He’d spend hours on the road and in traffic, closed in a car with a woman he wanted and could never have—

Unless he wanted to spend the rest of his life as a eunuch.

The last man who’d touched her without permission had his balls cut off and shoved up his arse.  Simon hadn’t seen it, but he’d heard the story, now shared as a cautionary tale.

“Sit.”  Alexei pointed to the closest chair.  Simon took it.  Papanov did the same, settling into place behind a heavy wooden desk.

They stared at each other, a pissing contest that lasted all of fifteen seconds.

“What the fuck?” Simon growled.  This was supposed to be his last night as a spy.  The final time he’d risk life and limb for his Queen and country.  His goal in recent years was to be the exception to the rule.  He knew when he left the SAS and joined the Secret Intelligence Service that spies didn’t live long and prosper.  Retirement from MI6 was a three-by-eight piece of land and a bed six feet under, not a secret, off-the-grid cabin in the Great North Woods with a prepper’s pantry, a growing library of first editions, and an arsenal that had taken half of his life to amass.

His trip to Canada would have to wait.

Alexei let his mask drop for a moment so brief, Simon almost missed it.  Whatever this was, it wasn’t good.

The head of the Bratva in upstate New York looked out the bank of bullet-proof windows.  The clouds obscuring tonight’s full moon did nothing to dilute its effects.  Driving Katya to Manhattan was lunacy.

He told Alexei so.

Papanov sighed heavily.  “You are right,” he said, sounding weary and oddly torn.  “You will not go there.  When you leave here, you take her somewhere… and kill her.”  He huffed a breath and tapped his fingers on his desk.  “I do not need to know details.  Send word when it is done.”

Holy fuck.

It was a bloody miracle that Simon managed to look like he didn’t care, that this was just another assignment, no different than the other jobs that he’d done for Papanov.  But the men and women he’d killed before had earned it.  They were criminals.  Rivals.  Chechen Mafia.  Albanian Mafia.  Hell, he’d even killed someone from the Visconti crime family who had somehow given offense.

Alexei narrowed his eyes.  “You will do this, da?”

“Of course, I will.  I just—”

“You wish to know.”  Papanov pursed his lips, considering the wisdom in telling him.  He rarely bot-hered with explanations unless his blood pressure was up and he needed to vent.

“She is… too soft for this,” he said, waving an imperious hand.  “It was… mistake to bring her here.”

Papanov had had her since she was fourteen.  He’d gotten bored or annoyed or both.  Clearly, he didn’t like her asking to fix her broken bears.  After nine years of statutory rape and forced consent, he was dismissing Katya as casually as a toy that he’d outgrown.  The trouble was, he couldn’t pass his plaything down, and he didn’t dare discard her.  His mouseling was a liability.  She knew too much.  She’d seen too much for him to ever let her go.

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Nia Farrell is the author of one of The 50 Best Indie Books of 2016, a four-times Golden Flogger Finalist, and a founding member of the Wicked Pens.  A multi-genre writer published in nonfiction, poetry, music, articles, and children’s books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt, she’s an old soul and a period reenactor who’s been into corsets for centuries.  She started writing romance at her husband’s suggestion and has been published in erotic romance since 2015.

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Master Santa by Linzi Basset

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He chained her to him for one night … would she want to be set free at midnight?

There she was, staring at the door of the exclusive BDSM club, Lascivo Credence.

Who did something like this? Accept an anonymous invitation to become a stranger’s sub for one night? What was she thinking? It was completely out of character for her―especially since her knowledge of the lifestyle was limited to what she read in novels. But her curiosity over the super hot CEO she worked for and had a secret … er … libido crush on, was the caveat to throw caution to the wind. She had to know what he was up to in his free time.

In a skimpy elf dress, wearing killer heels, she waited to meet Master Santa … completely unaware of the deviant plans he had in store for her.

Cash Evans had it all. He was rich, clever and possessed the kind of physical appeal that made women’s clothes fall from their bodies with one look from him. But he had needs, the kind very few women could understand let alone embrace, and he should know. He’d been searching for the right one for years.

Now, he had his sights set on the naturally sensual Megan Torres, and the powerful Dom in him knew just how to wake the submissive within her.

Would one night with him yield the one he had been searching for, or would she flee him and his chains when the clock struck midnight without a backward glance?

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“So you do.” His eyes traversed over her face. “It’s quite refreshing to find a woman of your age to still have the ability to blush.”

Megan tried to look away, but his gaze locked her in place. His fingers caught her chin in a painful grip, the message unmistakable. He was in charge.

“Why do you think you’re here, Megan?”

“I don’t … I’m not sure.” Which was the truth. She was drowning in a soup of confusion.

“I decided it’s time to show you what your fuck-me-looks invite every time you pass me in the hallway.”

“I never—”

His eyes darkened; the gravelly order reached deep inside her, yanking out the submissive she’d only guessed was hiding there. “Don’t spit out lies in here. I won’t stand for it. It’s the one thing I expect from you—honesty. In what you say, in how you react, and most importantly, in how you submit to me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“What did I tell you, who am I to you tonight?”

“Master … my Master Santa.”

The pad of his thumb pressed into her lip, exposing the fleshy crimson pulp.

“Don’t forget again, subbie.” He kept her gaze captive. “Push out your tongue.” Again, she obeyed blindly. She was overwhelmed by his closeness. There was something in his eyes that caused nonstop shudders to roll through her. He was power personified, yet he seemed to have fierce control over it. She wondered if it was for her benefit because she was a newbie, or if it was what all the subs she had seen hanging onto him reacted to. His gaze swept over her face, so compelling it felt like his big hand was sliding seductively over her body.

He leaned closer. His lips locked around her tongue and he sucked. Megan gasped and pulled hers back inside her mouth. She whimpered as his thumb pressed her bottom lip painfully against her teeth. Her clit began to throb incessantly.

“Push out your tongue. Pull it back again and I’ll put a clamp on it to keep it in place the rest of the evening. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” she gasped and immediately flicked out her tongue. She’d seen pictures of some of the clamps they used in BDSM scenes and she had no intention of wearing one of those torture tools! The pressure on her lip increased. Her eyes shot to his. The dark look in his gaze was the only reminder she needed. “Yes, Master.”

He smiled. “You’re a quick learner. It pleases me.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “Tongue.”

This time Megan was prepared … only to the extent that she didn’t yank it from his grasp. What she wasn’t prepared for was the burst of heat that seared through her body as he sucked. Her eyes fluttered closed. She yelped as he bit into her tongue; her eyes shot open. The order was there in the flash of his eyes. Keep your eyes open, subbie. It was eerie that she could hear his voice inside her mind.

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Not satisfied to be chained to one genre, she flourishes in producing multiple realms of her imaginary world. Her bestselling Club Cove series have all achieved top 5 on the Amazon charts. Her stories as edgy, dark, suspenseful and at times filled with sweet romance. Linzi is a sucker for HEA and all her books have a happy ending, no matter the battles each couple have to fight to get there.

As a full time author, there’s only one place you’ll ever find Linzi and that’s behind her laptop … well, now and then she pops in at the gym too and she’s never without her trusty energy booster … a steaming cup of coffee!

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Santa’s Whip by Isabel James

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A whip as a Christmas present! Has her husband lost his mind?

A desperate wife

A husband with a secret

A marriage at a crossroads

A recipe for the beginning of the end of a twenty-three-year relationship? Or would Caleb’s deviant plan to add some spice to their marriage be just what was needed to save it?

Zoey Thomas was at her wits’ end. Their twins had left for college in LA, and suddenly, her amorous husband had become the master of celibacy. So sexually frustrated, she even toyed with the idea of renting a lover for an afternoon!

That is, until a gift containing a slinky black dress, silky nylons, and killer heels arrived with an invitation to meet him on Christmas Eve at the exclusive Club Solace, brought a flare of hope.

Then she uncovered what was at the bottom of the box …

A black crop with the engraving, Santa’s Whip. Had her husband completely lost his mind?

Would Zoey be ready for what secrets the night might reveal? Or had Caleb’s invitation just backfired and threatened to blow their entire life to smithereens?

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 Isabel James is a pseudonym for two authors who collaborated to bring you a tale of emotional and spiritual discoveries.

One is an Erotica Author who has achieved Bestseller status a few times with her Club Alpha Cove series, Club Wicked Cove, Club Devil Cove, The Tycoon and Their Sub series, Linzi Basset.

The other Author is a poet at heart and loves the nuances of wordplay. Like a true Artist, he paints a canvas with words, drawing you into his imagination, seducing you with their expressive beauty. He loves everything Shakespeare and draws his inspiration from the beauty of true passion and lust of life and love.

The day these two met, they discovered they had a writing chemistry. Their minds sparred and they converted their passion for words into a journey of discovery that happened without any conscious decision.

Their writing is intense, it’s intimate and no holds barred. They openly explore the sensual and erotic emotions that rule the human body and mind. They’re each other’s yin and yang, challenging their minds and emotions to constantly explode in the stories they write. It’s an anthology of colorful, winding words that more than tell a story, it draws you inside, inviting you to feel each and every touch, see every emotion and experience the explosive sensations for yourself as they guide you through a maze of pleasurable erotica and challenge you with spiritual emotional discovery.

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In Pursuit of Molly by Alyssa Bailey

This week in the Never Ending Blog Tour, we have Alyssa Bailey’s new release, In Pursuit Of Molly.

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Molly Rasher had been obsessed with Cián O’Connor from the day she met the preoccupied veterinarian student. She was still dreaming of his toned body and serious demeanor when she finished college but he had only nodded and smiled in passing. With no further contact, it seemed her sexy dreams would have to find another star, until he walked into the clinic’s front door, reigniting her passions.

Cián was more than half-way through his training to be a veterinarian. Finally, he could afford to pursue his angel. Molly’s endearing, shy smile had tantalized him for almost two years and now the opportunity to be with her fell into his lap, he was going to grab it with both hands. He prayed she was ready for him because he’d learned if you wanted something bad enough, you held on tight until you got it. No matter the cost.

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His friend nodded in the direction of the door. “That one is pretty and looks like she’s over her head. I should go help her get comfortable.”

“Nope. Sorry, but that naughty woman is mine. She knows not to come here alone. She’s innocent in the ways of this type of club.”

“Ah, so that’s who you were waiting for. I wondered if you were going to hold up the bar all night. Well, Ken’s moving in over there, you’d better snag her fast.”

Cián finished his sparkling water and got up. Striding towards Molly, he saw one of her girlfriends trying to entice her to enter further. He’d made it to within an arm’s length of Molly when her friend, Karen, spied him. His look of disapproval stopped all words flowing from her mouth. She stared like a deer in headlights for a split second before turning on her heels and walking back to the others.

“You’ve been naughty all week, leanbh. You know how I deal with naughty.”

Cián grinned at the shiver that ran through her body and then the shocked look Molly gave him. She opened her mouth several times to speak but closed it each time.

“What is the rule about clubs like this one?” Molly dropped her head but Cián wouldn’t allow it to stay there. “You know it and I know it. You should not be here alone.”

“I’m not… well, you weren’t around, and I was asked to go.”

“Molly, you chose not to call me and ask for an escort. You’ve been out of control all week trying to get my attention because you’re irritated over the spanking. Now you have my attention and have earned another one.” His words came from deep in his chest causing it to rumble. “And if you’re honest, you’d admit at least to yourself, that you were trying to earn another one. You wanted to see if I was for real, if this was something I played at or followed through on.”

“That’s ridiculous and pretty self-centered if you ask me.”

“We’ll see. Now that you’re here, if you want me to show you around and help you get an understanding of what playing here is like, I will. If you prefer to go back to my place, we can get the matter of your spanking out of the way.”

“I’m not going to your apartment and you aren’t spanking me.” Her indignant words ended in a whisper and ever pinkening cheeks.

“You want it here? I can promise you, no one will care.”

“Oh God Cián, please, not here.” Her face and neck were now red.

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USA Today best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the rainforest on the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Alyssa loves writing romance for the naughty in all of us. She writes power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe despite her choices.

If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. Her characters predominately live in Regency England, Ireland, and Scotland amongst lords and ladies, in the Contemporary Realm amongst men and women of the world, and of course, hard-working Cowboys and fiercely romantic Native Americans

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Claiming Mia by BJ Wane

Her betrayed heart said no; but her body pleaded yes.

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Newly divorced Mia Reynolds doesn’t like Chief Nolan MacGregor. His
arrogance gets under her skin, but it’s her body’s instant reaction every
time he levels that cobalt gaze upon her or hints at giving her what he
keeps insisting she wants that really gets to her. After her husband’s
betrayal, she’s sworn off getting involved with anyone, and certainly isn’t
going to trust her fragile heart with the town’s reformed bad boy.

Nolan wants Mia and refuses to let her prickly stubbornness stand in his
way. Once he entices her into an affair and shows her the benefits of
submitting to him, her off-the-charts responses prove he was right all
along – she is the one for him. When his investigation into an illegal drug
ring implicates Mia’s business, he never stops believing in her innocence.
When the Feds go around him, Mia refuses to believe he hadn’t been with her just to keep an eye on her and her nursery for proof the drugs were coming in on the trucks carrying her landscaping orders.

Mia’s reluctance to trust Nolan completely lands her in trouble with a drug
trafficker and it isn’t until she is kidnapped that she realizes what her
insecurities and refusal to let go of the past might have cost her…

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“You want to spank me instead of giving me a ticket?”  Mia didn’t know if her stunned disbelief stemmed from outrage at his audacity or the instant pickup of her heart rate which caused her blood to heat in a volcanic rush through her veins at the thought of his large hand connecting with her butt.

“In the worst way,” he admitted with candor, not bothering to hide the truth.  Then again, when had he ever held back from letting her know where his interests laid, she bemoaned.

They both heard Mia’s convulsive swallow as she contemplated her choices.  It came down to she couldn’t afford an increase in her premiums. A shiver rippled down her spine as he pressed closer and his warm breath tickled her neck when he nipped the tender skin.  Okay, maybe the strain on her finances wasn’t the only reason she was giving his suggestion serious consideration. If she could sate her curiosity about the way her body was always so quick to react to his sexual innuendos about putting her over his knee, remarks she never imagined would titillate her before the divorce, maybe she could get him out of her mind once and for all.   

Taking a deep, nerve-bracing breath, she muttered in a whisper, “Fine,” as if there might be someone around who could hear her.  “I’ll meet you…what?” she gasped, incredulous as he spun her to face the truck and hiked up her skirt. “Here?

“No time like the present.  Don’t worry, Mia, my body is blocking yours, but even if I wasn’t, no one driving by can see back in this far.”  With a hard yank, he drew another outraged gasp from her when he tore off her panties.

Warm summer air wafted over her exposed buttocks for the first time in her life, shocking her when the sudden outdoor exposure elicited a thrill of excitement.  Before she could grasp the significance of that, he palmed her right cheek and squeezed, the instant pleasure from his touch taking her breath away.

“Just as I thought,” Nolan rasped, bending his head to nip her earlobe.  “Soft and malleable. And so very…spankable.” He drew back and slapped the same cheek, a light smack that tingled more than hurt.

Mia shut her eyes against the warm dampness filling her long-neglected pussy, mortified by her response to what should have been an abasing experience.  The next swat covered her other cheek and was just as potent as the first. Her tense muscles relaxed, and she was thinking this wasn’t so bad when he delivered a harder smack that jiggled her flesh.  A small cry slid past her compressed lips, but he didn’t give her time to balk or complain as he set about peppering her butt with a volley of spanks, alternating between light and hard enough to sting while moving back and forth between her buttocks.  A slow warmth enveloped her entire backside, along with small prickles of pain as the slaps grew sharper. Unable to help herself, she lowered her head to rest on her hands braced on the truck and tried to ward off the escalating pulses spreading down to her sheath.  A part of her couldn’t believe she was letting him do this and an even more insane part couldn’t fathom the escalating arousal the embarrassment and discomfort added to.

Nolan stopped and caressed her buttocks, the now soothing strokes calming her riotous senses.  “I knew you had a submissive streak worth exploring,” he said in a rough tone.

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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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Saving Sharlee by Alyssa Bailey

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She has been always safe in her secret world, but once she is exposed, will she ever be safe again?

Sharlee Armstrong is happy spending her professional life in seclusion as Vapor, a highly sought out independent information broker. Though she has plenty of high paying clients, the offer from Reynaud & Associates piques her curiosity. During the interview, her libido is also piqued when she meets Jacquard Reynaud—gorgeous, sexy, and dominant.

The job, not just the boss, intrigues her and she accepts the offer. But things spiral out of control, and she finds her reputation, livelihood, and life in jeopardy. Jac and the rest of the alpha males on her new team demand she keep a low profile, but she has other ideas.

The minute she steps foot into his office, and life, Jac knows he has to have Sharlee, but first he must keep her safe—not just from some unknown threat, but from Sharlee herself. He loves her sass but worries that she’ll find herself in real trouble if he cannot keep her under control. So, despite her protests, he takes her in hand. For her own good.

Will she ever learn to let Jac protect her? Can she let Jac and the rest of the team into her previously quiet, mostly solitary life?

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Jac was done negotiating. She wanted it. It satisfied his need to correct her naughty ass. Win-win. Besides, he’d be able to place his hand on her delectable bottom. She had scared years off his life when he found out she was on a site, armed. She had burrowed into his heart and taken up residence. He didn’t know what to do about his feelings, but she’d never be able to stand in the line of fire. He would never deal well with it.

He led her to the chair in front of his desk and flipped it around. The soft exhale from her sweet lips became liquid heat in his engorged cock. He had spent more hours in the gym recently and experienced more cold showers trying to tame his libido than he had as a teenager. He knew he was at the end of his rope. He wanted to kiss her submission when she slid her long, tapered fingers into his.

She was as good as his if he could get a solid indication from her that she was interested. He was ready to act on his need and hers in more than discipline. His calculations said she was ready for this, and him. He slid his hands over her hips and hooked his thumbs into the elastic of the sweat pants she wore. He marveled at the fact that she didn’t even wear a pair of jeans to add more protection. She had no idea how to stay safe in the field or on site and he intended to make her understand that.

Sharlee placed her hand in his. Her eyes were pleading. She was worrying her lip in the most erotic way. He shook his head as much at her as himself. She released a soft sigh indicating her acceptance and put her hands on his chest as he lowered her pants, bringing immediate heat to every inch of his body. Did she have any idea of her effect on him?

“Good girl.” Her eyes lit up. His cock jumped. He nudged her over his lap. Her sweet submission would kill him.

Five in the same spot on each pale cheek soon turned them bright pink. She inhaled swiftly at each smack and softly exhaled as the feeling took over. It should have been enough and for the average woman he had placed in this position it had been, but Sharlee wanted this. He wanted this. He could show her even more play at another time. She would like it in play, but this was discipline. He continued.

His swats were slow, intense, and methodical, delivering a gradual, intense, and penetrating burn. He had practiced this technique plenty of times. Spanking wasn’t as deviant as others sometimes thought. If it was something both participants wanted, craved, it was sensual, intimate, and incredibly hot in so many ways.

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About Alyssa Bailey:

USA Today and International best-selling author, Alyssa Bailey, is a dyed in the wool Texan living amongst the beauty of Southeast Alaska. She lives where the sky meets the mountains; the mountains touch the ocean, and the wildlife frolic on land, sea, and air. Humans, the ultimate interlopers, are wedged in where allowed and are properly thankful for the privilege.

Alyssa loves writing about consensual power exchanges between strong, intelligent, sassy women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give his woman space, but Alpha enough to keep her safe in spite of herself.  

If she can throw a little mystery, humor, and suspense in her stories, it’s even better. She writes about historical and contemporary love.

Find Alyssa Bailey online:

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/alyssabailey.romance
Twitter: @blushingalyssa  https://twitter.com/blushingalyssa
Blog/web page:  http://alyssabailey.com/
Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/alyssa-bailey
Amazon:   https://goo.gl/r9XjXd   

Seduced Under the Mistletoe – Sixteen Sizzling Novellas

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