Molly’s endurance – #SatSpanks #DarkRomance #Erotica

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It’s finally the weekend, and with it comes the delicious #SatSpanks blog hop! This week I am bringing you more from one of my current, darker WIP’s. In this scene, Molly’s punishment is only just beginning…

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Her silent questions were answered by his hand which landed against her bared behind again before she could fully process his last comments. He spanked her five times in fast succession, each swat landing in almost exactly the same spot as the prior, and causing her bottom to sting unbearably. Molly flinched at the pain, her head becoming heavier with each strike. This wasn’t the way she’d imagined punishment spankings when she’d written them. In her books, the heroine was always punished with a loving hand, knowing that her pleasure would be imminent if she only endured the penance. But Connor’s hands were not loving, and there were no guarantees of anything for her now. She didn’t even know when she’d be free again, let alone able to enjoy pleasure. A low sob caught in her throat as his hand moved against her punished ass again and again, and she buried her head into the bedding, grateful at least that she didn’t have to see his face during the ordeal.

The spanking continued over Connor’s lap, Molly’s behind now surely on fire as his palm connected with her ass again. Her bottom felt several times larger than it had done before, and she wondered if and how she’d be able to sit once he’d finally finished. He spanked her again and this one felt hard, even in spite of all of the previous swats. The next strike was harder still, and she gasped, fighting to resist the urge to try and move from her place.

“Please,” she murmured in desperation. “I’m sorry, sir, but please. It hurts so damn much!”

It was a humiliating thing to admit, particularly in light of the position she found herself – upturned over a stranger’s lap for a bare bottomed spanking – but she was past caring about that now. It did hurt, a lot – and she wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.

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Stitch by Nia Farrell

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This Tuesday, I’m pleased to be joined by fellow Wicked Pen, Nia Farrell, and her new release, Stitch.

In the book, Matteo Visconti is a desperate man. Freshly wounded with a bullet in his shoulder, he’s sworn to hunt the man who put it there, but first, the bullet needs out. He kidnaps a doctor from a convenience store at gunpoint, intending to kill her when her usefulness is done.

Bethany Shelton is only a physical therapist, but she manages to remove the bullet and save Matteo’s life. It’s too bad that he can’t afford to let her live, not even after they’ve had one desperate joining. Forced to call for help when infection sets in, Matteo leaves Beth’s fate to his father, Dom Visconti, and his assassin brother Val.

After months of futile searching, Matteo returns home for Italian Fest and learns that Beth is alive. His father gives him the choice to keep her or kill her. When Matteo goes to her house, intending to take what belongs to him, he learns that they have a son.

In this darker, dubious consent Mafia romance, Beth will do anything to stay alive and raise her child. Matteo doesn’t hesitate to drag her down into his world. He’ll make her want to stay despite the danger, despite the pain. But when you marry into the mob, you don’t just get a crime family, you get their enemies, too.

Stitch is a full-length, standalone erotic romance written for Ages 18+. Check out a steamy excerpt from the book…

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“I shouldn’t want you,” he grated, his breath still minty from when she’d helped him brush his teeth after supper. “But I can’t stop thinking about you. With the cashier. With that mother at the checkout. You, without a stitch, lying on the seat of my SUV, looking so peaceful. So pure of heart. I promised myself that I wasn’t going to touch you again. You don’t know who I am. What I’ve done. What I’ll have to do as soon as I can go again. There’s a monster out there who needs put down. He takes women, shares them with his club, and kills them. He raped my cousin. I promised to avenge my family’s honor. I failed once. I won’t rest until he’s stopped.”

Stopped…as in dead.

Matteo was not the kind of man that most parents envision for their daughter. He had no qualms about killing someone who deserved it. He was willing to be judge, jury, and executioner if it meant that justice would be served when the legal system failed.

The intensity in his eyes was mesmerizing. She wet her lips and swallowed hard.

“You should have run away as far and as fast as you could go.”

“You pointed a gun at me.”

“It was empty. It’s still empty unless you found bullets and reloaded it. But I needed help. I’m just sorry it was you.”

He thrust himself against her hand. Beth realized that her fingers were still wrapped around his girth, or as far as they could reach, anyway.

He had needed her, but the nature of his needs had taken a very carnal turn. In another time, another place, she might have been seduced into having a one-night stand with a handsome, well-dressed man possessing an air of danger and an impressive cock. But now…

If she fought him, she could hurt him. If he didn’t take it easy, he could start bleeding internally again, and this time, she might not be able to stop it.

Would it really be so bad, to give herself to him just this once? No right, no wrong. Nothing but elemental need and what it took to assuage it.

“Matteo—”

“You were my angel of mercy,” he murmured, his voice grown rough with desire. “Have mercy on me now.”

He cupped her head and urged her face down to his. Rather than risk hurting him, she surrendered to her own rising passion.

They came together with opened mouths and parted lips. Tongues thrust, twining around each other in a dance as old as humankind. Forsaking her hold on his manhood, she unzipped her pants, hooked her fingers in the tops of her panties, and shoved everything down. Kicking them aside, she climbed on the bed and straddled him, riding the ridge of his cock and stimulating his length while his mouth continued to consume hers.

He claimed one breast with his good hand, splaying his large fingers, rubbing and squeezing it. Her hardened nipple prodded his palm. Catching it between his fingers, he rolled and tugged on it, a pull that she felt all the way to her core.

She threw off her shirt, wanting to feel his mouth on her breasts. Pushing them together, she offered herself to him, rising up to meet his mouth and welcoming the feel of his lips claiming one, then the other. He took a nipple between his teeth and teased it with his tongue, licking, flicking, curling around it and sucking it inside. He feasted on her flesh like a starving man, a desperate man, a wounded man with an uncertain future, seeking to make the most of the time that was left to him.

She didn’t want to think that he might die. She wasn’t ready to accept that this might be the last act of his life. The last time that he’d know the joy of a woman’s body and the comfort of her touch. She gave it to him, all the while bargaining with God to do what He could to save him. He might be a dangerous man, but he wasn’t a bad man. Not really. He was lonely and vulnerable and likely as scared as she was that things might not end well.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, seeking to reassure him when he pushed down the front of his sweatpants and freed his cock. “It’s okay,” she said when he bent his knees and started to enter her, skin to skin, with nothing separating them. She wasn’t about to raise the subject of condoms with a man who might be dying.

He claimed her in one desperate, searing thrust that took her breath away.

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Destruction by Jennifer Bene

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This Thursday, I am excited to bring news of bestselling author, Jennifer Bene’s dark, new release, Destruction. The sound of this dark romance makes me tingly… check it out for yourself.

Vengeance and destruction are all he has left.

Lianna Mercier has everything. She’s beautiful, well-educated, her father is rich, powerful — and she works for him. The perfect little princess, raised to be just like daddy.

But it’s all a lie.

A bloody, fucked up lie, and David Gethen is about to tear it all down and destroy Lianna in the process. He wants revenge, he wants to finish the plan his father started years ago — but after he takes her, after he tortures her, he begins to realize just how wrong he may have been.

Brace yourself for the sizzling excerpt…

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“Whatever it is you want, I can help you get it. You don’t have to do this.”

“You can’t,” he answered, and he knew it was true. The lack of action from the asshole when she’d begged on the phone had made it clear. As long as he stopped, Mercier would continue to drag this out — which left only one option, he’d have to hurt the girl, torture her until he gave in for real. No more promises, no more time, no more deadlines.

Action or destruction.

“I can. Ju-just give me the chance.” Her hands tightened into fists as he moved closer, tugging at the chains that he already knew wouldn’t give her any slack.

“No more chances for you or Daddy. Either he signs, or we keep going until you’re done.”

“Done?” she whispered, and the tears pooling in her eyes caught the lights making them shine. So fucking beautiful. Such a fucking waste.

“That’s right.”

“Oh God!” The girl fought hard, ripping at the cuffs, making her breasts bounce, nipples hardened by the cool air in the room, and he watched for a minute as a few tears leaked out into her hair.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want you to talk to him this time.” Lifting the ball gag in his hands, he smiled underneath the mask when she shook her head, panic making her flail harder at the chains while his cock stiffened against his leg.

Please! Just let me talk to him again, please, tell me what you want him to sell and I’ll convince him! I swear! I’ll do it!” As she begged, he knelt down beside her, taking a moment to trace one finger over the soft skin of her arm. She felt so pure, so good, and how someone like her had come from someone so evil he couldn’t figure out — but none of that mattered. All he needed was her suffering.

“Open up.” He held the gag in front of her face, offering her the easy way, but she clenched her teeth tight just like he’d expected. Somehow the girl was simultaneously terrified of him, and still defiant. Where was her sense of self-preservation? Why wasn’t she submitting to him fully in an attempt to make him lenient?

Not like it would work.

Wrapping his hand under her chin, he dug his fingers into the muscles of her jaw, slowly forcing her mouth wide as she whimpered. As soon as there was enough space, he forced the ball gag between her teeth, and then pressed his hand down to keep it there. “Tsk, tsk. I wasn’t asking, princess, and when you disobey you just make me angry.”

A sharp, incomprehensible shout escaped her lips, so he locked the gag a notch too tight, leaving her groaning as her jaw strained.

“You should hope he loves you as much as you think he does.”

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Tying the Knot (Thalia Book 4)

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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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Once Upon A… by Charlotte Hart.

If you enjoy your erotic romance dark, then you’ll love my feature today…

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Once Upon A

Stained Duet #1

Charlotte E Hart

Synopsis

Alana Williams is three published authors. She has been for years, but now she wants to add another voice to her whirlwind of deadlines and unachievable targets. Trouble is, she knows nothing of her latest literary undertaking – KINK.

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It began as research. Just research. The technical approach. One that delivers the content necessary for a hidden culture to seem plausible, even if it’s not. Readers expect perfection from me. They want the experience. They need to be taken on a journey. That’s my job as a writer.

Blaine Jacobs is his name. He’s my research. A man who seems as logical and focused as me. A man who agrees to help. A man who, regardless of his stature in the community, seems to offer a sense of realism to this strange section of society. And even if he does occasionally interrupt my data with dark brooding eyes and a questionably filthy mouth, what does it matter? It’s just research, isn’t it? It’s not real. None of this is. Nothing will come of it or change my mind.

So why am I confused?

I’m becoming lost.

Falling apart.

And Blaine Jacobs, no matter how calm he might have seemed at first, now appears to linger on the edges of sanity, pushing my boundaries with every whispered word.

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Charlotte is an erotic romance author and poet living in the heart of the Shropshire countryside in Great Britain. She’s lived all across the United Kingdom due to her previous employment as an Event manager but finally settled in a small town that still reeks of old school England. She graduated from college with a degree in Business and her Horse Riding Instructors Qualification which eventually led her into the very bizarre world of outdoor pursuits’ event management where she trained to instruct all sorts of equipment. Some of which included crossbows, shotguns, quad bikes, 4×4 driving and archery, she’s not entirely sure how any of it happened but knows that she adored every minute.

When not writing she enjoys socialising with close friends and travelling to all the major cities across the globe, travel has always been a constant companion to reading throughout her life and only increases her thirst for stimulation.

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