Tying the Knot (Thalia Book 4)

Author Promotion.

What does happily ever after look like after so much darkness?

It’s Friday, and I am so happy to be able to bring you the superb, Jennifer Bene, and her latest hawt release, Tying the Knot (Thalia Book 4!)

Over two years after the trauma of her kidnapping, and the auction that brought them together, Thalia and James are finally getting their happily ever after! Celebrating their love is a piece of wedding cake, but with the help of their wild and crazy friends from Purgatory, it’s destined to be a wedding day no one will forget.

A thrilling mix of kinky fun, laughter, surprises, and the same sexy heat you’ve come to expect from James and Thalia — Tying the Knot is the perfect conclusion to this series that has brought readers to the darkest of lows, and the highest of highs.

Now, it’s time for the light. It’s time to celebrate. It’s time to get married!

Read an exciting excerpt from the book here…

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“Technically, I don’t think you’re supposed to see the bride before the wedding.”

“I think that’s about the dress, and you are still delightfully undressed.” His voice held a growl as he shut the door tight and prowled towards her.

Standing there in Lauren’s tiny skirt, the stockings and garter belt, and the corset — she had to admit the heat in his gaze steadied the lingering nerves in her stomach. Making all of that energy simmer into something much more pleasant, which settled much lower. “I still think it’s supposedly bad luck.”

“Hmm…” James made a noise low in his throat as he pulled her into a kiss, one hand at the back of her head, the other pressing her waist against him. The first sweep of his tongue against hers made her remember just how little air she had with the corset tightened, and she finally understand how women used to swoon so easily. He could have knocked her over with a feather if he had tried.

Instead, he held her against him. The firm, lean muscle of his chest, his strong arm wrapped around her back so that she was exactly where he wanted her. Finally, James nipped her bottom lip and lifted his head.

“I have been dreaming about doing that since we got separated this morning.”

“I—” Thalia had to clear her throat, and her head, before she could speak. “I’m glad you did that in here, and not during the wedding.”

His quiet laugh sent butterflies swirling in her stomach, which were only amplified by the thumb he dragged across her lip. “Worried about scandalizing the guests?”

Catching his hand, Thalia groaned. “Mostly worried about embarrassing your parents.”

“They’d survive.”

“That is not comforting.” She pouted, and he smiled at her. A warmer, more comfortable version of the first smile he’d ever given her. The one that had made her imagine him as some male model on a yacht, but Marcus’ living room seemed blissfully far away in this perfect moment.

“Are you really still nervous about today? It’s a rather small guest list.”

“One hundred and twenty eight people is small?” Thalia laughed. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“You’ve met almost everyone here, baby. Except for some obscure relatives of mine that will only be wondering how I nabbed a beautiful, kind, American yoga instructor for a wife.” His wicked grin actually made her smile, but despite the blush she still shook her head.

“Like they’d doubt you’re capable of that.”

“Oh, they’ll be astonished. They think I never leave the office.” He grinned and leaned close enough to have his voice a sinful growl against the shell of her ear. “They think I’m positively boring.”

“Boring?” The word made a smile tug at her lips as he leaned back, smiling down at her again. James was anything but boring. He was her hero, her Master, her partner, her lover. He was the other half of her life, the weight on the other end of the scales that kept her balanced even when things felt out of control — and just like when they played, when he said he knew she was capable of something… she always was. “You are anything but boring, and I’ll be okay, Master. I promise.”

“I know, pet. You’re the bravest woman I’ve ever met.” With that, he kissed her again. Warm, soft, sweet. His lips pressed against hers in an unspoken vow that made her stomach do little somersaults as she clutched at his crisp white shirt. When he lifted his mouth his eyes were that dark, bottle glass green that telegraphed his arousal better than anything. Well, better than anything except for the growing erection against her stomach. “How was that?”

“What?” she asked, confused.

“For the wedding, is it alright if I kiss you like that?” The wicked tilt to his lips had her laughing.

“That will be bloody perfect.”

With a loud laugh he picked her up at the waist and set her on the covered table behind her. “What have I told you about using British slang?”

“I think I’ve lived here long enough to get to use it.”

“Is that right?” he asked, an edge of humor creeping into his tone.

“Quite right,” Thalia replied in her best attempt at a British accent, and James groaned.

“Keep that up and I’ll spank you before I let you see the surprise I brought you.”

“Promise?” Just as her smile spread across her mouth, she saw his eyes flash with lust and that heady aura of dominance descended over him. An instant later she was flipped to her stomach on the table, Lauren’s skirt pushed up her back, and the first swat of his hand landed on her ass.

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Jennifer Bene is an international bestselling author of erotic romance. She’s had #1 top-selling books in BDSM, Suspense, Thrillers, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Horror. While she’s been writing for years, it’s always been the dark stuff that makes her tingly, so her books are full of aggressive alpha males, feisty women who may or may not have a submissive streak, and intense, psychological storylines. Don’t worry though, she also insists on having a nice little happily-ever-after! Because without the dark, we’d never appreciate the light.

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Be careful of your tone…

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This #WIPItUp Wednesday, I am excited to bring you a sizzling little excerpt from my soon-to-be-released Regency spanking romance!

In this scene, Lydia speaks impertinently to her guardian, and soon lives to regret her insolent tone when she realises what the consequences will be…

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I regret my tone, and the words even as they leave my lips. They hang in the air of the carriage around us, encircling me as I hold my breath, awaiting Lord Markham’s response. I look to him, trying to read his face and decide if I have overstepped the unspoken line between us. It is a stony silence which meets me, and at once I know I have aggrieved him. “My Lord, I did not mean to offend you, I…”

He raises his right hand, showing me his palm, and the act halts me in an instant. I look back to his face, my wilfulness sliding into trepidation, and am greeted by the all-too familiar brow rising in front of me. “I do trust you, Lydia, yes,” he replies, smoothly. “Yet I am less convinced with that mouth of yours.”

I blanch, rueful to have displeased him, and uncertain about what it may now mean. “I apologise,” I say. “I meant only to express my frustration about the secrecy of this special occasion.”

“I know,” he replies quickly. “I understand that. But you will learn to still your tongue and control your tone when you speak to me.” His voice is low and steely, making me uneasy. “I thought I had only recently delivered a lesson in respect, and yet now I find it may need teaching again.”

The knot of excited anxiety in me twists, knowing full well what he means, and yet refusing to acknowledge it. “There is nothing further to learn, My Lord,” I say hopefully. “I meant no offence by it!”

“And yet offence was taken?” he replies, staring at me severely.

“For that I am sorry,” I reply, in a little more than a whimper.

He nods, a small smile forming on those lips. “I suspect you will be,” he answers. “Once you have been taken over my knee again.”

My heart is raging inside of me, and threatens to push up into my throat. “My Lord!” I gasp, “you cannot mean to do so here, in the carriage? What if we are seen? What if the driver, or the footman hears us?”

The smile on his face grows. “Then I daresay that you, My Lady, will be rather embarrassed?”

My breath is coming in short bursts now, and I am close to panting again. “But, Thomas – what will people think?” I look to the carriage door anxiously, as though escape is even an option available to me.

“Most likely my dear, they will think you are a naughty young woman in need of correction from her guardian, and they would be right, wouldn’t they?”

I meet his eye, my no doubt panic-stricken expression aligning with his cool composure. He cannot mean to spank me here, I maintain, although his body language already tells me that I am quite wrong on this assumption.

“Come now,” he says smoothly. “Come over my knee and take your punishment. You must learn to speak to me with respect.”

“P- please, Thomas,” I stutter. “Do not do this – not here!”

He glares at me, clearly unimpressed by my hesitation. “I will add another five swats for every minute you keep me waiting.”

I start, moving from my seat, and yet unsure where I should now go. Energy courses around my body, making me feel giddy and panicked all at once.

“Lydia,” Thomas’ voice is calm and warming. “Now, please.”

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ARC readers wanted!

Hot Regency Spanking Romance.

Something has been done which cannot be undone. I have entered the darkness of a world from which I cannot – and do not want to – retreat from…

You are sure to be aware that the release of my new Regency spanking romance is imminent – the final edits are being checked over with my lovely editor now, and work on the cover will soon be underway!

This book is very dear to me. Not only has it allowed me to continue to write historical erotic romance (after the success of The Viking’s Conquest!) But it has permitted me to pen one of the most sensual and tantalising stories I have ever written, with my trade-mark kink and spanking thrown in for good measure of course!

With this in mind, my thoughts turn to my lovely readers… Would any of you like to read an Advanced Copy, in exchange for an honest review at Amazon/Barnes & Noble, (and Goodreads if you use it?) If the book sounds like it could be your cup of tea, please drop me a line at felicitybrandonerotica@hotmail.com or comment here.

Wishing you all a truly #sinfulSunday!


He draws his body closer to me, the length of his taut thighs brushing the edge of my body. “By God, I want to devour you, Lydia Franklin. I want to redden your backside, and take you to the precipice of ecstasy.” His lips stray towards my face, now surely just an inch from me. “I know I should not, and how it torments me!


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Who needs a spanking?

#SaturdaySpanks

This Saturday I am excited to bring you a new teaser from my forthcoming hot Regency spanking romance. Lydia is initially unaware of her desire to be challenged, and taken over Lord Markham’s knee. It it doesn’t take her long however, to relish his discipline and control…

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My spanking continues over His Lordship’s knee. Any urge I had to resist, as weak as it may have been, is now extinguished. I hang over his body limply, my arms and hands resting against the rug next to my head. A new strike lands against my sweet spot, and with each I am moved just a fraction against the hardness of his body.

“Oh Lydia, how you need this!” His voice purrs from behind me, and I am inclined to agree with the sentiment, although I find no words are willing to form to do the job.

His hand connects again – four hard swats which are perfectly positioned to further fuel the rising fire within me. “Yes, Lydia. You need this, and so do I. You need to be spanked, and I do so desire to spank you.”

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Can Lydia truly find contentment in the sound spankings that her guardian likes to deliver? Find out when the book hits e-readers soon!

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Favourite Historical Fiction!

I am excited to share the news that The Viking’s Conquest has been voted the Favourite Historical Fiction in the recent Have You Heard? awards! I also placed third in the Favourite Historical Author category!

A HUGE thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read, vote for, and support this book, which was also the runner up in the most recent Spanking Romance Review awards!

The Viking’s Conquest has been provoking readers since its release last October, and whilst some of its themes are dark, it’s great to know the book has been so well-received.

Now I look forward to releasing my new Regency spanking romance, and hearing what you all think of my latest work…

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Ready for a riveting Regency read?

#WIPItUpWednesday

This hump day, I am thrilled to be able to join the #WIPitupWednesday blog hop, and bring you a sensual little excerpt from my forthcoming hot new spanking romance. The book – which is back with my publisher now after its final edits – is proving to be one of my personal favourites. Check out this section of the WIP, and see if you can see why…

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Swallowing hard, I look to him. “Are you cross with me for not confessing straight away?” I ask, timidly.

He eyes me intently, that delicious gaze searing into my flesh. “Of course,” he says, his voice strong. “I should very much like to punish you for your ill-intent, but I give you credit for being honest with me before I had call to press you on the matter.”

“Punish me?” I repeat, the rest of his words rather lost on me.

He smiles, as he pulls the strands of hair away from my eyes. “Mmmm,” he says. “Take you over my knee, bare your delicious behind, and spank you until you are desperate for me .”

My lips part, and I hear a small gasp escape them. “Thomas…” My throat tightens, as though the words cannot  make their way from me. “I think I am already desperate.”

His right hand skims its way up my body, reaching my hairline and drawing my head backwards. “Desperate?” His voice is low and seductive. “What are you desperate for, My Lady?”

I blink at him, feeling my legs tremble. “You,” I whisper. “My Lord, I do not know what you have done to me, but ever since we met, I have been captured.”

He presses his lips against the nape of my neck, allowing them to caress the sensitive skin there. “Oh Lydia,” he groans from my left shoulder. “We are both captured, my love.”

My eyes fly to his face. Have I really just heard him correctly, did he just refer to me as his love? My thoughts are sent reeling by the new trail of kisses which he plants along my neckline, until his lips reach my own jaw, and finally my mouth. Those lips are hot as they brush over mine, the scent of the liquor on his breath, along with the sensations of his mouth, making me feel giddy.

“What do we do, Thomas?” I ask, our eyes connecting once again as he towers over me.

“I can take you over my knee right this moment, Lydia,” he replies, “if it will lessen the desperation?”

I smile, although the thought of his suggestion sends a tingling sensation racing through me, pooling desire at my centre. I draw my hand up into his dark, thick hair, drinking him in.

“I see you find the idea agreeable?” he chuckles, nuzzling me.

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Saturday spankings… My first time.

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It’s Saturday, and it’s time I got involved in the awesome #SaturdaySpankings hop! As it’s my first time, be gentle with me, won’t you? 😉

My sexy spanking snippet comes from my current Regency spanking romance. I am just working my way through the final edits now, and am ridiculously excited about its forthcoming publication! In this scene, our hero, Thomas, is about to spank Lydia for pleasure – for the very first time…

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He halts my words with a second, much firmer swat to my backside. “Yes, release,” he murmurs into my hair. “Sweet, hot release, Lydia. But first you must earn it, and you will do so over my lap.”

He pulls me towards the bed, and I move with him unthinkingly. In a flash he is seated there, and I am standing before him, flushed and panting. “Remove your night gown, Lydia.”

His voice is almost hypnotic, and yet I hesitate, stunned at the request. “Thomas? I am bare beneath it. ”

“I am counting on it,” he smirks, appraising me. “Now, do not keep me waiting, Lydia. Take off the gown.”

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