The love of ménage! #WIPItUpWeds

#WIPItUp

It’s hump day, and I’m up to my ears in edits! My current WIP is my first ménage for a few years, and it’s HAWT, so for #WIPItUp this week, I bring you the prelude to yet another sizzling scene…

***

She is as light as a feather as I carry her up the stairs, and I barely notice her vehement protests, or even the way she bangs her small fists against my back. I pass the first landing, travelling automatically to my own room.

“Hey, you big brute!” She yells, smacking my bare flesh again, “let me down now!”

I smile to myself. I enjoy her mettle, but I’m even more excited about fucking it out of her again. “Settle down,” reply, swatting the delicious ass which is just right of my face. Boy, I am going to enjoy devouring that later…

“I will not,” she whines, but already I can feel the fight lessening in her toned little body, and as we approach my doorway, the scent of her stark arousal wafts past my sensitive nostrils. The aroma goads me, hardening my long root in an instant. I know it will not have escaped the senses of my brothers either.

Striding to the centre of the room, I tumble her lightly to the bed, watching her as she rearranges her hair and limbs as my brothers enter behind me.

She appraises the three of us, her eyes wide, wary yet excited. “So, whose first?” She asks, her bravado laudable, but borderline comical at this point.

“I think you’ll find we call the shots, princess,” replies Ethan dryly. He strips his blue shirt from his back as he talks, eyeing her intently the whole time.

***

Mmm… She sounds like one lucky lady, right?! I’ll have more news on this hot WIP soon – it’ll be going out to my beta readers in the next week or so.

Need some more hot snippets? Join the #WIPitup blog hop right here!

 https://www.linkytools.com/thumbnail_linky_include.aspx?id=280549

cropped-garywalker-felicity-banner1.jpg


Don’t forget to join me tonight for my Wicked Wednesday takeover at the Wicked Pens awesome Facebook page today! I’ll be there from 2.30 pm (EST)/7.30pm (BST), with fun, games and prizes. Hope to see you there!

(You must be a member to join, so sign up here!)

Wicked Pens website banner

Fancy a Felicity freebie?

Giveaway!

Today marks my 100th WordPress blog post. It’s not much of a milestone when you look at many other authors shiny blogs, but I put off upgrading my website for far too long, and as such – moving to WordPress felt like a big deal when I finally took the plunge.

In order to celebrate, I’m going to giveaway an e-book copy of my #1 bestselling BDSM erotic romance, The Viking’s Conquest! All you need to do to be in with a shot is sign up to my newsletter in one short form here, and comment on this post. All sign-up’s between this post going live and the end of this week (end of 21st October) will be eligible for the prize draw, and one winner will be drawn at random and contacted after this date.

So if you like your history HOT and your alpha Viking’s dominant and unrelenting, why not enter for your chance to get captured by Anders…

The Viking's Conquest teaser 1

Don’t forget to stalk me at the following places:

Amazon

Facebook page

Twitter

BookBub

GW Felicity banner
Bringing the heat in BDSM and spanking romance.

A spanking long overdue… #SatSpanks

#SatSpanks

I’m away this weekend, but never fear, I’m leaving Anders Elkstrom in charge, and he’s about to deliver the spanking we all desperately need…

We first met Anders in my #1 bestselling erotic romance, The Viking’s Conquest. I’m currently penning the sequel, and in this (unedited) scene, we find that despite the shifted dynamic between Anders and Aurelie, he is still more than able to take her in hand.

***

His hands are on me, his hot flesh skimming over my cooler skin. I’m aware of one hand coming to rest at my shoulders, and the other sweeping down past the small of my back to the vulnerable, exposed orbs of my bottom.

“How I have missed you these last days, Aurelie,” he purrs from over me.

I open my mouth to respond, but all at once that hand is gone, replaced by a hard swat to my backside. The sting is immediate, warming the area, before his palm lands the second strike.

“These long days journeying home, and your impeccable behaviour has meant I have been remiss in my duties to redden your delicious bottom.” His voice has taken on a compelling sing-song quality, and I am almost lost in it, until the next swat lands. This one is much harder, and produces a small yelp from me. “You must accept my apology for that,” he says, breathlessly. “Know that now I am back in Lundborg, I will dedicate myself to giving you the attention you deserve.”

Three further strikes land in fast succession, creating a dull ache from behind me. My hips roll forward, an unfortunate, but inevitable consequence Anders’ spankings seem to produce in me.

“Yes, my sweeting,” he says, his voice vibrating over me. “You need this too, do you not?”

I moan at the next impact, taking a moment to absorb the pain before I answer him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I groan, feeling the moisture pooling between my thighs already. Whatever it is about being taken in hand by a powerful man, Anders has it in good measure. Somehow his voice alone can leave me wanting, let alone what he can do with the palm of his hand.

***

Read Anders and Aurelie’s journey from the very start…

The Viking's Conquest SR Nomination
The Viking’s Conquest cover image.

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

Google Play

iTunes

Kobo

 

cropped-the-vikings-conquest-pre-release-banner.jpg

Need more spanking? Check out the #SatSpanks blog hop now!

 https://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=280555

Featured Image -- 2190


 

Marital bliss?

#WIPitupWednesday

It’s hump day, and it’s time for a sneak peek into one of my current WIP’s, this time from the follow up to my latest Regency spanking romance release, Taming Lady Lydia… In this sexy snippet, we get a feel for what married life is like for Lord Thomas and his new bride.

***

He is behind me. The heat of his breath makes it as evident as the sound of his movement. About time, I muse… The remorse I felt at my earlier confession having given way to indignation and resentment about the duration of time Thomas has made me wait. I know of course, that this is all part of the game. I am not in control – a point which my nudity and bondage reinforces with crystal clarity. Yet something about the sounds coming from my husband in the last few moments has made me wonder just how much he is enjoying this moment – watching me squirm in my shame and servitude, whilst he takes every ounce of pleasure from the sight of me.

“Lydia.” His tone is devilish, and garners my attention at once.

I turn my head to the right, searching the velvet blackness for his face.

“Are you ready to be punished for your dishonesty, my love?”

I sigh, allowing the weight of my head to fall forward with resignation. I have waited this long and yet my real punishment has not even begun… The thought is demoralising.

“Yes, My Lord,” I answer, trying to remain as deferential as I can be and not earn myself yet more torment.

“Good,” he purrs, his voice now behind me. “In light of your recent misdemeanours, I am going to introduce you to my strap, but never fear – I will begin leniently…”

I tense at once. His strap? Can he be serious? I had eyed the thing a few weeks ago when Thomas had been introducing me to the rooms he reserves for his sensual and filthy play, but never had he indicated a desire to use it on me. Until now.

“Thomas, please…” The words are past my lips before I can censor them, and I freeze instinctively at my mistake.

“Lydia…” His tone is playful, and yet I know I will have just played right into his hands by speaking without permission. “Did I ask you to speak?”

I squeeze my hands, still bound at the wrists, into small balls, feeling my nails cutting into my skin. How could I be so stupid? It is as though I actually want him to strap me! “No, My Lord,” I begin. “But please, I beseech you, spare me the strap? I swear I will never seek to gain new possessions without your approval first!”

My legs below me begin to tremble, as though the tension running through my body becomes too much for them to bear. His hand come to rest on my left shoulder, the palm warm against my cool skin. “Hush, Lydia,” he coos, and once again his breath tickles the back of my neck. “Be calm, my love. Remember what I have told you in the past. I will punish you, but never will I harm you. Your welfare is my paramount concern in all things.”

I nod my head at his words, but can already feel the emotion threatening to re-emerge from behind my blindfold. “Yes, Thomas, but…”

The weight of one of his digits’ lands gently against my mouth, halting my statement in an instant. “There are no buts, my love,” he says, softly into my hair. “There is just you, and me, and the trust that exists between us. When you deliberately set out to deceive me, that trust falters. Do you understand?”

***

It sounds like Lady Lydia is in trouble… again! 😉

Treat yourself to the first book, and discover just how this naughty sprite was first tamed by Lord Thomas:

Amazon

Kobo

iTunes


Check out the other delicious WIP’s in the blog hop this week: https://wipwednesday.blogspot.co.uk/

 https://www.linkytools.com/thumbnail_linky_include.aspx?id=280548

 

wipitup

Ready to yield?

FREE books!

It’s Monday, it’s October, and if the weather where you are is anything like the UK, then it’s pretty drab and dull out there.

Need something to add some fire to your blood?

Remember, you can still grab Submission at The Tower for FREE, as part of the Fall Over Freebies giveaway – it’s there right now – waiting to be devoured, along with countless other HOT reads!

In Submission at The Tower, we meet Janie. After a chance encounter with a handsome stranger introduces her to The Tower, an institution that trains women in submission, Janie is irresistibly drawn to the place. But admittance comes at a price, and soon enough Janie is utterly bare and fully on display, blushing crimson as the men at The Tower thoroughly explore her body, bringing her pain, pleasure, and shame as they see fit.

As Janie’s training begins, there is one man among the group who seems to know her own needs better than she does, and before long she finds herself yearning and even begging for his touch. But if she relinquishes control completely to this captivating stranger and allows him to break down her remaining defences, will there be any coming back at all?

Publisher’s Note: Submission at The Tower is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, extensive BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

The giveaway ends on October 12th, so take your chance to read my Golden Flogger FINALIST for absolutely nothing, whilst you still can…

Jump to the giveaway here!

Jump to my Amazon page here!

Golden Flogger Award -- Finalist
Golden Flogger finalist.

 

Sign up for my sexy little newsletter for two original FREE BDSM short stories, plus news of the hottest releases and giveaways!

Grab my latest spanking romance release, Taming Lady Lydia…

Taming Lady Lydia cover.jpg

Accepting your punishment…

#SatSpanks

It’s our favourite day of the week, right? With Saturday, comes the threat of yet another spanking… this time from my newly completed (unedited) WIP.

***

Logan smiles, nodding his head in that annoying, knowing way. “ It is our thinking that you should receive a sound spanking for your offenses, little Miss. Nothing too brutal of course, but…” He pauses for a moment, eyeing me with hunger. “We believe a tanned backside will help deliver the message to you.”

I take a step backwards, unable to hide the disgust his suggestion has awoken in me. “Y- you cannot be serious?” I stammer.

“We are deadly serious,” he replies, his tone serious and steadfast.

“I am a grown woman!” I cry out. “I should not be subject to such medieval treatment.”

The others in the room laugh, riling me up into a new state of fury. “Come now,” says Logan, taking a small step towards me. “We are not so medieval? If you yield to us on this matter, and accept your punishment, all things will be squared between us. I vow that we will help you to find your way home.”

I shift my weight, considering for the first time the action to which this giant alludes. Never before have I ever given thought to such a ridiculous idea. No man has ever threatened to punish me at all, let alone under such circumstances, and now, after such a hellish day, I find myself here, lectured to and threatened by these brutes of men.

“Well?” The blond one, Ethan, rises from his chair, and moves towards where his brother stands. “What do you say, Miss? Will you submit to us three, in our cottage in the woods?”

I swallow hard, throwing him one of my most withering looks. Beneath my t-shirt though, I feel my nipples hardening, and there’s no denying the throb I feel in the cleft between my legs. My eyes fall shut of their own accord, acknowledging my body’s strange reaction to what transpires around me. How can I find this situation a turn on? There is nothing even vaguely arousing about any of this! After all, I am held here against my will. There may be no chains or bondage, but I am a captive nonetheless. I can no more get past these massive men then I can teleport myself from the room.

“Well?” It is Logan’s voice which interrupts my thought process, and open my eyes to see him just a few inches from me. “Answer Ethan. Will you submit to our proposed punishment?”

I reel, jumping backwards at his sudden, close proximity. “What do you suggest?” I ask, standing up straight in the face of the anxiety which churns inside of me. “Tell me, please. No one has ever suggested such a penalty for me. I have never received so much as a slapped wrist before. What do you mean by a spanking?”

The atmosphere in the room shifts in an almost palpable way at my question, and I swear that all three of the men move closer as I speak. Logan swallows, the intensity in his eyes threatening to send sparks flying between us. “I intend to lay you face first over my lap, Goldi, but only once your shorts have first been removed.”

I gasp at his words, yet for some crazy reason I am unable to take my eyes from his face.

“Removed?” I say in little more than a gasp. “W-why should they be removed?”

He smiles. “Those shorts are designed for protection,” he replies. “I seek to offer you none during your penance.”

I shiver at the notion of it. “But, I shall be practically naked without them?” I murmur.

“We’re counting on it,” says Ethan, his tone menacing.

***

As you can tell, I have plenty of edits to get to, but if you need more delicious spankings, then don’t forget to drop into the other awesome blogs on the #SatSpanks hop this week!

http://saturdayspankings.blogspot.co.uk/

Featured Image -- 2190


https://www.linkytools.com/basic_linky_include.aspx?id=280554


 

Whilst you’re here, why not sign up for my sexy little newsletter, and grab two FREE BDSM short stories?

GW Felicity banner
Bringing the heat in BDSM and spanking romance.

 

Pleasured by the Viking.

#WIPitup

This hump day, I’m excited to share a little snippet from one of the current three WIP’s – the forthcoming sequel to my #1 bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest.

In this unedited scene we find Aurelie and Anders getting down to it, but as usual the Viking Prince likes to be in control…

***

The familiar low chuckle resonates against my wet lips, and a moment later the sound is swallowed up by his mouth sculpting my pleasure. I gyrate as he has commanded, like an animal who has been trained to please her master. I squirm at the unwelcome imagery, realising that the analogy is all too fitting. That is precisely what I have become – the usual wet, needy mess which Anders’ discipline seems able to create. Lost in our combined, lush rhythm, I push back against his powerful tongue, allowing him to fill me over and over again. I am close, so close to the point of shattering hedonism. Arching my back, my head falls, whilst my mouth opens into a silent scream of carnality.

I do not know how he achieves it, but all at once I feel his digits at my cleft, mercilessly teasing my throbbing little nub. The shock of the sensation rouses me, but even before I can let out the burst of feeling, the peak of my gratification is upon me. It hits me hard, the brink a brutal and desolate place. For one moment I cannot take a breath, and then I unravel; all rasping breaths and moans. I plummet, falling consciously into the forbidden oblivion Anders has promised me. He stays with me the whole time, his mouth riding my convulsing waves of intensity, his tongue lapping me again and again.

There is black silence. It’s a place filled with warmth and serenity, but also one of depth and exposure. I am aware of Anders leaving my shuddering pelvis, and vaguely conscious of him splaying my parted knees further apart.

The sound of his voice comes from somewhere far away. “You are so delicious,” he soothes, the sound muting as yet another surge of orgasm rolls over me.

***

Want to read where Anders and Aurelie’s story began?

Grab The Viking’s Conquest at the following places:

Amazon

Barnes & Noble

Kobo

itunes

Google Play

The Viking's Conquest
The Viking’s Conquest

Join the rest of the #WIPitup blog hop here!

https://wipwednesday.blogspot.co.uk/

https://www.linkytools.com/thumbnail_linky_include.aspx?id=280547

wipitup