We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears’ humble abode while wandering through the woods. You’d always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?
Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home…
In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie’s surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?
Publisher’s Note:Goldie’s Surrender includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Grab your copy at Amazon right now, and get devoured by the three bears today! 😉
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… 😉
“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.”
In the book, Krista Matthews thought nothing could be harder than losing her husband and Master to suicide until the man he’d entrusted her care to left her also. By the time Dr. Dax Hayes returned from an overseas, volunteer medical tour, she thought she was over his deflection and ready to re-immerse herself in the BDSM world she needed and missed so much without his help. One scene proved how wrong she was and after Master Dax’s timely rescue, she agrees to let him tutor her back into the lifestyle. She hadn’t counted on her growing feelings for the strict Dom or his refusal to take her over completely, like she craved.
Dr. Dax Hayes fell for Krista Matthews the minute he looked into her blue eyes and saw the sated, content look she shared with her husband, Dr. Kurt Matthews. He managed to keep his feelings and lust under control until his friend and colleague asked him to join him in gifting Krista with a menage for her birthday. Knowing it was a mistake, but unable to resist, Dax succumbs to the temptation of this one-time scene, never realizing where it would lead. A year later, after sealing his fate with a questionable act, he flees on a guilt trip only to return and discover nothing had changed-he still wanted Krista Matthews with an ache that wouldn’t be assuaged by anyone else.
Unable to resist stepping in when she gets herself in trouble, Dax again gives in to temptation and aids the one woman he can never have back into the lifestyle her submissive nature needed. When Krista learns the truth, will her feelings be strong enough to forgive him, or did he gamble everything only to lose it all in the end?
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Brace yourself for a red-hot (18+) snippet from the book…
A light mist began to fall that neither of them heeded as Dax belabored her butt with a volley of hard swats, the blossoming, throbbing welcome pain stripping Krista of all defenses. She didn’t want the need that flared to life with the fire in his vivid gaze, and turning her back on it, and him hadn’t gotten her far. All it had taken was the light pressure of his hand on her throat and his deep voice giving her a choice that was really no choice at all. She was beginning to think she hadn’t had a choice where Master Dax was concerned since the night Kurt invited him into their home. The connection had always been there, those erotic hours just cemented it. That night hadn’t threatened her marriage or altered her feelings for her husband, but had ignited an ember that flared into a flame the night he rescued her at The Dungeon and put his hands on her again.
Her buttocks swelled under his pelting hand, the cool, light rain keeping the heat level down, but not her response. She leaned into the hand wrapped around her throat, loved the tight constraint that proved his mastery over her and reminded her how much she’d missed wearing a collar.
“You drove me to this,” he growled in her ear, pressing his erection against her throbbing cheeks. “I can’t turn back, can’t resist you again, even though I know I should.”
He palmed one sore buttock and nipped her earlobe as she asked, “Why?” not understanding.
“Because this can’t end well for either of us. Just remember I warned you of that, because there’s no going back now,” he rasped.
The deep thrust of three fingers drove Krista to her toes and tore a gasp from her tight throat. And then his cock was there, pushing past her swollen pussy lips, her copious juices easing his way. A booming thunder clap rent the still night as he filled her with one, fully penetrating surge. She pushed against the damp glass to aid her balance, watching his intent face in the clear pane as he drove into her over and over.
So long, it’s been so long, was all she could think as she embraced his rough possession and basked in the pleasure on his face reflected in the glass. That look alone would’ve been enough for her, but added to the driving, steady force of his thick, rigid length, back and forth over her clit and up and down her sheath, she found herself on the cusp of climax within moments. She’d be sore tomorrow, his size alone ensured that. When added to the rough urgency behind his fucking, she’d be lucky if she could walk. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Ask Cassie about her life on the river and she’ll tell you it’s lovely and peaceful. But while Cassie loves the life she lives, peaceful is not always an accurate description. Whether she’s confronting an armed man who’s in a drunken rage, planning a friend’s wedding or dealing with a ghost in a backwoods lodge, Cassie is going to deal with it the best way she knows how. And peaceful doesn’t always work.
When a mysterious phone call comes for Cassandra Wentworth – Cassie’s past is suddenly back to haunt her in a devastating way. Tom has always said nothing from before the time they met counts, but he didn’t know about this. Sue, Annie, Allie and Jenny are all willing to help, but will it be enough?
Check out this great little excerpt from the book, and then one-click your copy below…
Jenny’s face registered total shock. She put her hands to her cheeks as they reddened. “Are you saying…” she began, but couldn’t make herself go on.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed around us Jenny,” Allie explained. “We all get spanked. And Cassie has long suspected that Cal knew and completely approved.”
Jenny looked as embarrassed as a person can. She drew her knees up in the chair and covered her eyes with her hands.
Sue laughed at her. “You think if you can’t see us it will all go away?”
Jenny, her knees nearly hiding her face finally peeked at us. “Are you serious or are you making fun of me?” she asked in a quavering voice.
Poor Jenny did look as if she wanted desperately to disappear. “Honey, Tom’s spanked me since before we were married. Much more recently these ladies’ husbands have also taken up the paddle, or hair brush or whatever. It’s so darn normal around here you might as well be talking about shopping.
Jenny began to come out of her fetal position, but still stared at us incredulously. “But, but…” she began. “All of you?”
“Well not Annie too much because everyone thinks she’s so well behaved,” Sue began.
“I am!” Annie insisted.
“Whatever,” Sue said with a shrug.
“We’ve taken a break and we’re just now getting back into it – just for fun so far. Ryan… well he was really, really mad about something not long ago and he took it too far. It scared and upset both of us, but him more than it did me I think. I only like fun spankings anyway and I’m not planning to give him any reason for a serious one. But I’m glad we’re back doing it,” Allie acknowledged.
“Okay, I get that,” Jenny said looking at Allie. “But I just can’t picture, I can’t believe about the rest of you.”
“Think we’re too old to be spanked?” Sue snapped.
“I suppose you think we’re too old for sex too. Well you’re wrong,” I told her firmly. “I’ll let you in on a little secret about getting old, when you’re ninety you’ll be basically the same person you are now. You’ll look different and your joints won’t bend as well, but it will still be you inside there.
“Now about you and Cal – I always suspected he was encouraging Tom to spank me when I’d do something Cal didn’t approve of. So, I assumed he was a spanker and Lord knows he and Tom talk a lot. I hope he’s not too hard on you and I pray he doesn’t have a hairbrush.”
“He has a paddle,” Jenny said quietly, blushing again. “I don’t like it.”
“Wood or leather?” Allie asked.
“Wood,” she told her.
“Oh, that sucks. Leather is way better, trust me. Maybe you’d like a nice leather paddle for a wedding gift?”
Happy hump day! Third round edits of my latest book are in full flow, so I should have this one off to the publisher before Christmas (fingers and toes crossed!)
Here’s a little snippet for those who like their reading hot…
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She bites down on her lip as her eyes scan over my large frame. “I don’t want to be on my own,” she coos. “In the storm, I mean?”
I smile, gazing down at her, and for a moment we say nothing, permitting each other’s eyes to devour the other. Hell, I bet she’s imagining what I’ll feel like inside of her already…
“You don’t have to be alone,” I begin, raising my hand slowly to stroke the soft strands of fair hair from her face. I pause, absorbing its rich honey tones, and wondering at how beautiful she is.
“What will you do to me?” she asks, her eyes loaded with sin, as though she is at this moment considering all of the debauch options.
“What would you like me to do?” I reply, deliberately throwing her one of my most devastating glances.
Her lips part at my question, and I swear I can hear the pounding of her heart. “I don’t think I’ve ever been with someone so…” she pauses, eyeing me up and down again before she continues. “Big before?”
This time I have no choice, and I laugh gently at the thought. “Do you think you can handle me?” I say, deliberately wishing to provoke her.
Her right eye brow raises for the briefest second, and I know she has taken my bait. “Of course, I can handle you,” she says flatly.
“So then,” I answer her with a chuckle. “You have nothing to be worried about.”
“Hmmm,” she replies, “not unless you…” Her voice dries mid-sentence, and something about the resonance makes my cock throb painfully at my waistband.
“Not unless, what?” I murmur, pressing myself against her sweet body.
An unconscious groan leaves her lips as she feels, apparently for the first time, just how keen I am to keep her company on this stormy night. “Logan,” she breathes, her gaze coming to rest upon my own once again.
“Not unless, what?” I repeat, allowing my exasperation to show just a little in my voice.
She stills, acknowledging the tone. “Not unless you spank me again,” she whispers, her dilating pupils evident even in this light.
What an intriguing young thing you are, I think as I watch her. The one thing that you protested so vehemently, now appears to be the one thing on your mind…
“If you behave, then you won’t need to be spanked again,” I say, maintaining eye contact with her as I speak.
Her cheeks flush, although I can’t tell if that’s with arousal or an evocative blend of her excitement laced with the obvious fear she feels. She swallows, evidently trying to play it cool. “But what if I *want* to be spanked again?”
Indulge your #sinfulSunday today with the hot new read by Constance Masters. In A Firm-Handed Man, we meet Mikala Black. After a night out with friends, twenty-five-year-old Mikala makes an extremely foolish decision that puts her in danger and ultimately results in her being left stranded by the side of the road in the middle of nowhere. When her plight is finally noticed by the driver of a passing car, her rescuer turns out to be Andrew Weatherly, an old high school classmate.
Andrew is no longer the boy she remembers as her chemistry lab partner, however. He is a tall, handsome, confident man now, and it sets Mikala’s heart racing when he scolds her for her reckless behaviour. Despite her best efforts to respond to his lecture with nothing but indignation, Andrew’s declaration that she is in need of a long, hard spanking leaves her intensely aroused.
Mikala has dreamed for years of finding a man who will not be afraid to take her in hand, and she cannot help wondering if Andrew would follow through on his threat. She soon learns the hard way that he will not hesitate to bare her bottom and spank her soundly when she pushes him too far with her defiant attitude.
Over the coming weeks, a romance blossoms between them, and though Mikala often finds herself with a bright-red, sore bottom, being kept in line by a firm-handed man is everything she hoped it would be. But when the demands of Andrew’s job put a strain on their relationship, will Mikala’s over-the-top reaction end up tearing apart everything they’ve built together?
Publisher’s Note:A Firm-Handed Man includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
Check out the red-hot excerpt here (warning – 18+ only! 😉 )
He threw a pillow on the bed. “Lie on your tummy,” he ordered.
“The light?” she asked hopefully, but she already had an inkling what his answer would be.
“No, I want the light on this time. I want to see your pretty pink bottom—amongst other things.”He gave her a gentle push and she was over the pillow waiting with her ass in the air.
He took his time and she knew why. His fingers followed what she imagined was his line of sight. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she allowed to slip out of her mouth. Predictably a burst of reignited burning splattered across one cheek and then the other but it was worth it, it broke the spell and got him moving.
“Eager, are we, miss smartypants.” He spread her legs and dipped down to taste her. “Yes, you are.” His big hands kneaded her ass, spreading her, licking her glistening lips.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered.
“Push your ass up for me, baby.” He tapped her ass none too gently.
Mikki didn’t have to be told twice. She wanted him inside her, to feel the weight of his body on top of hers, controlling her every move. “Now, please,” she begged.
He didn’t keep her waiting any longer, he was rock hard.
She sucked in a deep satisfying breath when he entered her, sliding all the way to the hilt. Every ounce of his manhood was filling her. “Oh, baby, that feels so—” He pulled out and slammed back inside her deeply before she could finish her sentence.
Drew pushed her top out of the way and grazed her back with his stubble.
His whole body seemed to cover her as he kissed and nibbled the back of her neck. She could only manage shallow breaths, gasping small desperate puffs of Drew’s scent as he pummelled her. She could feel her peak building. “Yes, yes,” she panted.
“See what you do to me,” he muttered. “I want every part of you.”
“You have me.” Her climax hit and she squealed with the intensity of it as every muscle in her body twitched and quivered.