The Viking’s Edict – #SatSpanks #Vikings #DarkRomance

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Happy Saturday, and it is a good one! My Vikings are back with my publisher, my cover is in the making and soon it will be time to get conquered all over again when the sequel to the hugely successful, The Viking’s Conquest is released!

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In honour of all things dark and marauding, my snippet this week brings us Aurelie, right on the edge of a new penance…

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“What to do you need, Aurelie?” He asks the question as though he reads my mind.

I need to be possessed, filled and desired. I want all memories of the last twenty-four hours to be nothing but fleeting nightmares. “You, My Lofðungr,” I admit. “I want to be loved by you again, to feel close to you.”

Anders sits up straight, pushing my body back upright with him. His erection nudges against my sex, the sensation making me moan out loud. “Then you shall have it your way, Aurelie,” he pronounces. “First I shall spank you. I will punish you, and you will feel the burn of my palm again, my sweeting.” His lips graze over my mouth as he speaks, and I squirm against his hardness, both lust and trepidation surging through me at the carnal threats he promises. “Then I shall fuck you, harder and faster than I ever have before, and only then, once you are desperate for your release, will I take you to the heights of Valhalla.”

His words leave me breathless, his eyes twinkling as he delivers his verdict. “How’s that, my love?”

I open my mouth, intending to respond, but it seems there is nothing intelligible to say. I merely nod, knowing I will yield to his desire and hoping that my eyes will deliver my capitulation.

He chuckles ominously at my performance, resting his arms on the edge of the tub, and pulling us both free of the water at once. I gasp at his strength, ending up on my knees as he stands, towering over me. His cock throbs just inches from my face, and out of instinct, I gaze north, catching Anders’ eye.

“No,” he tells me sharply, shaking his head to reinforce the point. “Now is not the time for pleasure, Aurelie. Now is the time for punishment.”

I draw back on my haunches, gulping up at him. “Yes, My Lofðungr,” I concede with a sigh. I know his mind is made up, and he is right. It is better to have the spanking over with.

Anders’ gaze narrows at the sound, and for one long moment I tense at his expression. Certain that my resignation has somehow upset him, I scurry to exit the bath and make amends, but one of his large palms appears in my eye-line. “Settle down, Aurelie,” he warns me. “Take my hand. It is perilously easy to slip and hurt yourself.”

I grab his hand at the command, eager to make skin contact with him once more. “I am sorry, My Lofðungr,” I begin, the urgency apparent in my voice. “I understand your judgement, yet I must confess to some anxiety on the subject.”

He shifts his weight in an instant, silencing me with a hard kiss. I gasp as his lips crash against mine, his tongue claiming the inside of my mouth as though it knows the truth; he owns me, mouth and all. My body responds in the way it has always done around this Viking, it yields without query. The truth is that however nervous I am, I have never been able to resist him, and I have no desire to even try anymore.

“Hush,” he orders me as he draws a few inches away. His insistent gaze locks into my eyes, and he holds me there as the water drips from my wet body. “There is no need for explanations,” he says at length, locating a nearby fur and wrapping it around my body.

I pull in a shaky breath, my body trembling as I process what now awaits me.

“Aurelie.”

My name leaves his lips like an edict, and I shiver at the delicious tone of it. This is the Anders who took me hostage, the man who had mastered and claimed me. This is the man who will take me over his knee, and make me his again.

“Breathe now and ready yourself,” he warns. “It is time I take responsibility for my wilful wife once more.”

I swallow at his words, wishing that I could speed up my punishment and arrive at my desired intimate destination at once. But my aspiration is hopeless. Experience has taught me as much. I must now endure the spanking which Anders chooses to deliver, and in my heart, I know that I deserve it.

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YOU shall be dealt with, My Lady… #eroticromance #darkromance #Vikings

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It’s the middle of the week, and whilst the #WIPItUp blog may have finished, I’m way too immersed in the dark romance of my Vikings not to bring you another sizzling snippet!

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In this scene, Aurelie is about to find out what happens when she defies the will of her Viking master…

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“Your Highness!” The guard from our chamber sounds desperate, and I turn to see him wide-eyed. “Please, we must go!”
My chest is heaving as though my heart will rise from my throat at any moment. “Of course,” I agree finally, falling back to his side, but it’s too late, and we both know it.
“What is going on here?” The voice of my husband shatters what little remains of my composure, and I spin to see him standing behind me, his expression darkening as he takes in the scene. “Take the prisoner back to the dungeon – he is to be released later.”
“Ja , My Lofðungr,” replies the guard. He shouts an order in Norse, and the procession moves on, taking Magnus with them.
I blink up at Anders, my eyes large as he glowers at me. With one long stride he reaches me, his attention turning to the guard at my side. “You had one order,” he hisses at him. “One, simple instruction.”
The man gulps, knowing he is in deep trouble. “My Lofðungr,” he replies deferentially. “I am sorry. I…”
Anders silences him with one raised palm. “What was that instruction? Tell me please.”
The guard stutters to a halt, eyeing me momentarily. “You asked me to keep Her Highness safe, and in your room…” His voice trails away, and I flush as his admission hangs in the air around us.
Anders’ eyes flicker between the two of us before they fall back to his guard. “You have failed in this one instruction,” he tells him, solemnly. “And you will pay the price for it.”
The guard’s eyes fall south, shame evident on his face and all at once I am sorry for the trouble I have caused him.
“My Lofðungr, please,” I begin, imploring him to see reason. “Do not punish this man. This was not his fault – I was the one who stole away and came to find you.”
His eyes are on me in a heartbeat, surveying me with an intensity which I haven’t seen since we married. “I am well aware of whose responsibility this is,” he replies, his tone low and little more than a sneer. I still, my heart pounding out of control at his powerful implication. “You shall be dealt with also, My Lady, and that’s a promise…”

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Spanked by the Viking – #SatSpanks #SpankingRomance

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Happy Saturday!

I’ve spent the week utterly immersed in my Viking romance, so it’s a pleasure to bring you all a sexy spanking snippet from the new book.

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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.

“It is time I punish you once more,” 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 near 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, producing 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, and reminding you of your place.”

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 have come a long way in  the time you’ve been mine Aurelie, but you should not forget your place. You shall not command me, nor any man of my blood, and you certainly must learn to hold your tongue. By the time this spanking is done, I hope the point will be much clearer for you, my sweeting. Do you understand me?”

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. The strikes are hard, but despite the pain, I am moved by his sentiment. I have upset Anders by speaking out of turn, and I am rueful to have done so. Now, I must accept my penance, and hope I am still able to sit down when I am introduced to the King tomorrow.

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I look forward to getting this story out into the world. In the meantime, read where Anders and Aurelie first met in my #1 bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest.

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Goldie’s Reckoning – #SatSpanks #Spanking

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It’s one week today until Goldie’s Surrender hits e-readers, and I’m so excited for my readers to finally meet the naughty little minx, and her three hot bears!

Here’s a sexy discipline scene from the book – just to whet your appetites… 😉

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“Why are you being spanked, little fawn?” Logan’s voice rings out from above me.

“I was selfish and reckless, sir,” I reply, repeating his earlier words back to him, and praying inwardly that they will suffice.

“Correct,” he answers me, just before the third swat strikes me. I feel the sting as it lands, warming the area in that dull ache I remember. “You will never. Ever. Put. Yourself. In. Danger. Again!” He accentuates each word with a new spank to my helpless backside, and I yelp, squirming at the sudden ferociousness of the onslaught.

“Are we clear, little fawn?” Logan roars from over me.

I pant in response, the arousal and embarrassment burgeoning inside of me. “Yes, sir,” I gasp. “I’m sorry.”

“Not yet,” he tells me as he spanks me again. “But you will be, Goldie. We are going to do what your Daddy should have done years ago. You will be punished soundly until you are contrite, and then you will be loved and comforted.”

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You don’t know when to stop – #SatSpanks #Menage #AlphaMales

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It’s the weekend, and my edits are back with my publisher, so it shouldn’t be long until I can finally unleash Goldie, and her three dominant bears! In the meantime, enjoy this #SatSpanks, in which she gets the punishment she so badly deserves. 😉

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It all happens so fast. One moment I am standing next to him, and the next he has grabbed my arm, and guided me towards the end of the wooden kitchen table. Without ceremony, he pushes me down over it, so that my hips land against the edge of the wood. I gasp at the speed of the action, twisting my head to try and see him, but all I can make out is the smug, smiling face of Ethan, seated to my right.

Logan holds my left arm into the small of my back, deliberately pushing the fabric of his long shirt north, exposing my upturned bottom to the room. When I reach round to try and stop him, he captures my second wrist with ease. “You, young lady,” he says from behind me. “Just do not know when to stop.”

I blanche, his description of me all too apt. “Logan!” I whine, stamping my feet below me. “Let me up!”

“Not a chance,” he tells me. “You will be spanked right here, until you learn some manners! And when I am satisfied, then you will apologise to Ethan for your tone.”

“I will not!” I mutter, but even as I speak, his left hand has seized both of my wrists, pushing them down against my bare skin, and his right hand leaves my flesh.

I brace myself, squeezing my eyes shut, and no longer able to manage Ethan’s self-satisfied face. The weight of Logan’s palm cracks down over my vulnerable behind, and I draw in a loud gasp.

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