Masterful Husbands Tame Their Wives: Five books under one cover!

Author promotion.

Today I am thrilled to host Vanessa Brooks’ latest hot release, Masterful Husbands!

Four dominant gentlemen of the British aristocracy.

Lords’ who know how to tame a wife.

Naughty ladies getting up to wicked deeds and pay the price across their masterful husbands’ sturdy thighs.

Does this daunt their womanly ardour or their zest for life?

 Never!

If you love a dash of humour, a spot of steamy romance and a cast of Lords and Ladies to enjoy with your cuppa, then this is the book for you!

Check out this sexy spanking snippet for your enjoyment…

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He towed her to the couch but as he tilted her shrieking, flailing form over the back, her hoop sprung up and caught him a blow to the chin. Cursing, he withdrew a knife from his boot and, shoving the frame out of his way, he cut the ribbon that held it at her waist. When he yanked her upright again, the hoop dropped like a stone about her ankles. He kicked the offending cage out of the way and swiftly upended Primrose across the back of the settee, whereupon he shoved her dress skirt and petticoats high over her back. Gravity completed the rest, smothering her head and shoulders while muffling her squeals of indignation. “Once we are wed, I forbid you the wearing of hoops, such ridiculous farafiddles!” Without preamble, Jago raised his hand and landed a heavy thwack to her naked right buttock, quickly repeating the action on her left. He kept up a furious barrage of swats, until his hand hurt and she’d stopped kicking. He lifted her upright, grasped her by her upper arm, and marched her around to the front of the furniture. He sat and yanked her down onto his lap. She began to struggle and curse but he grasped her chin, crushing his mouth upon hers, kissing her roughly. Hands that beat against his shoulders slowly subsided as he deepened his questing kiss.

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Six of the Best is live!

New Release!

This week my #SatSpanks post celebrates the release of Six of the Best! You can grab the anthology now for ONLY 99c! (The price will rise after March 31st).

Enjoy six SCORCHING stories from USA Today and number 1 bestselling British authors! This is the 100% British historical anthology you’ve been waiting for. So, grab a cup of tea and make sure the smelling salts are to hand, then settle in as our heroines re-write the rules and earn SIX OF THE BEST for their outrageous antics. This dance across history sweeps from the Restoration to Victorian times and will leave you panting almost as much as our naughty ladies.

Publisher’s note: These stories are HOT. Hotter than an oven full of muffins in a well-known British cake show. Domestic discipline and other indoor sports feature heavily in them, so if that’s not your cup of tea, this is probably not the set for you. Don’t say we didn’t warn you!

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“I should like to bare your delicious derriere, my dear, explore its tender form, its divine shape, feel the weight of it in my hands, and then…” He pauses, his eyes full of salacious delight as the intensity of his gaze falls upon me. “And then I shall spank you.”

The words echo through the chambers of my mind. Spank me? I swallow, the action slow and deep, and almost symbolic, as though whatever I say next is imperative. My consent at this point will unleash events which I can never return from.

“Spank me, your Majesty?”

I need the clarification from those full, demanding lips, even though I heard him very well the first time around.

The lips part, breaking into that smile again, the one which burns the pulse at my core. “Yes, my dear,” he replies.

“But, but…” I splutter, trying to bring form to the words which are swimming in my head. “But I have done nothing wrong?” I gasp. “And if I have caused offence to Your Majesty, then please – tell me how?”

My heart is hammering in my chest, threatening to explode. He wants to spank me? But why? What have I done wrong which could be the cause of such an undignified penance?

“Hush,” comes the reply, the fingers at my face caressing the skin there thoughtfully. “I shall spank your exposed and pert little behind, not as penitence. I shall do so for my own pleasure.” There is a pause as he permits the words to permeate into my mind. “I shall enjoy the look of it, and the feel of each sensation against your tender flesh. And you, dear Jane, you shall do as you promised. You shall yield to me, accept the brunt of my palm, be awash with the sensation, and we shall see…” He concludes, but the ending seems abrupt and unnatural.

“What shall we see, Your Majesty?” I force the words out in a gasp, my head still reeling from the revelation that the King wants to spank me for merriment.

He eyes me intently, that small smirk reforming at his mouth. “We shall see if I am correct about you. We shall see if you dance to the tune of my spanking – if your body enjoys the surrender.”

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Grab my Vikings in paperback!

The Viking’s Conquest.

Now that my Viking sequel is safely in the hands of my editor, I’m pleased to be able to share the good news that The Viking’s Conquest is available in print! You can grab your copy of my #1 bestseller right here!

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Whilst you wait for the actual book to arrive, how about a sexy little snippet from the sequel? Brace yourself…

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I land on the bed, eyelids flickering open and closed as the spasms of pleasure continue to overpower me. Anders shifts his weight on the bed over me, and as my lids fully open, I see him come into view over my face. His gaze is compelling and holds me to bed every inch as much as his body had done before.
“Roll onto your belly,” he commands me, lifting his body weight to give me enough room to spin as instructed.
Once I am in place, he lowers his hard body over my own, spreading my legs apart with his knees. I know just what he will do next, and as though it is some unspoken agreement between us, the edge of his large erection nudges at my wet, exposed sex.
“I need you,” he murmurs, his mouth whispering into my right ear.
“Take me,” I reply, twisting my head to acknowledge his words.
His lips find my own, capturing my mouth in his kiss as he plunges slowly into my empty channel. The scent of my own desire wafts over me, and the reality that his mouth has just pleasured me leaves me overwrought. Between our legs his hard length fills me right up to his testicles. The depth and intensity of the act the clearest sign of his possession of me yet. My mind whirls at the sensation, my mouth opening into a silent ‘o’ as he withdraws, and then slams back into me again.
There are no words between us now – language seemingly lacking the coherence required to elaborate such a connection. His mouth falls to my neck, nipping and kissing my nape as his groin flexes forward, penetrating me over and over, pushing me into a frenzy of desire. I want to speak, to call out, to demonstrate somehow the way his passion makes me feel, but I simply cannot find the will. His hardness pinions me there, grazing my nub into a flurry of new excitement, despite its recent satisfaction. I notice that his thrusts have become shorter, and more insistent, and I gaze back at Anders, marvelling at the look of agonised ecstasy on his handsome face.

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If you’ve not met Anders and Aurelie yet, read where their dark romance began in my bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest


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My Viking Master – #SatSpanks #Spanking #Vikings

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It’s time for #SaturdaySpanks once again! I am so happy to say that my new Vikings are now with my publisher, so to celebrate I’m bringing you a sensual punishment scene from the book…

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Oh, My Lofðungr.” The words bleed from my lips, although I give them no forethought.

I feel him shift under me, and all at once his left hand is at my shoulders, massaging the tight muscles there, whilst the other continues to deliver my spanking. I shudder at the conflict of the two acts, musing on how they perfectly sum up my Viking husband. He is the invader, the soldier who snatched me from my home, and denigrated me for his own pleasure, before deflowering me altogether. Yet, he is also the tender gentleman, who has sworn to protect me with his life, and promised to never leave my side again. Anders is all this and more. He is my master, and the very centre of my world.

As the admission settles over me, I actually feel myself yield. The tension in my body slips away, eased considerably by the hand which eases the knots from my muscles. And now, laying over his legs, I surrender to him, splaying my thighs and raising my behind to meet his hand, which spanks me over and over again.

“I cannot lose you, Aurelie.” His voice is imploring as it echoes over me, competing with the sound of each strike as it lands against my no-doubt reddening flesh. “You are my everything, my most precious possession.”

I exhale at his words, revelling in them. There was a time – not so very long ago – when I’d have kicked and baulked at the idea of being his possession, but now I bask in it. I am his – his wife, his lover, his toy, and one day, I will be his Queen. “Make me yours again, My Lofðungr,” I murmur, the words slipping from me as a new torrent of strikes rain down over me.

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If you haven’t met Anders and Aurelie before, then read where their dark love affair began, in my bestseller, The Viking’s Conquest!

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Six of the Best Treasure Chest and Blog Hop!

Blog hop and giveaway!

Good morning, and welcome to our exciting blog hop, in support of Six of the Best: British Spankings, which is available for pre-order NOW! You can grab your copy of this scorching spanking anthology for ONLY 99c (until March 31st).

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To whet your appetites, I’m posting a sizzling little snippet from my tale, The King’s Vice, in which an innocent Lady Jane meets her monarch…

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“I should like to bare your delicious derriere, my dear, explore its tender form, its divine shape, feel the weight of it in my hands, and then…” He pauses, his eyes full of salacious delight as the intensity of his gaze falls upon me. “And then I shall spank you.”

The words echo through the chambers of my mind. Spank me? I swallow, the action slow and deep, and almost symbolic, as though whatever I say next is imperative. My consent at this point will unleash events which I can never return from.

“Spank me, your Majesty?”

I need the clarification from those full, demanding lips, even though I heard him very well the first time around.

The lips part, breaking into that smile again, the one which burns the pulse at my core. “Yes, my dear,” he replies.

“But, but…” I splutter, trying to bring form to the words which are swimming in my head. “But I have done nothing wrong?” I gasp. “And if I have caused offence to Your Majesty, then please – tell me how?”

My heart is hammering in my chest, threatening to explode. He wants to spank me? But why? What have I done wrong which could be the cause of such an undignified penance?

“Hush,” comes the reply, the fingers at my face caressing the skin there thoughtfully. “I shall spank your exposed and pert little behind, not as penitence. I shall do so for my own pleasure.” There is a pause as he permits the words to permeate into my mind. “I shall enjoy the look of it, and the feel of each sensation against your tender flesh. And you, dear Jane, you shall do as you promised. You shall yield to me, accept the brunt of my palm, be awash with the sensation, and we shall see…” He concludes, but the ending seems abrupt and unnatural.

“What shall we see, Your Majesty?” I force the words out in a gasp, my head still reeling from the revelation that the King wants to spank me for merriment.

He eyes me intently, that small smirk reforming at his mouth. “We shall see if I am correct about you. We shall see if you dance to the tune of my spanking – if your body enjoys the surrender.”

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You can also enter our giveaway to WIN six signed paperbacks from all of the authors involved in the anthology! To get involved, skip to Katie’s post hereMy implement from the treasure box is His Majesty’s lash, which is a toy he’ll be using on Lady Jane once their story continues…

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You shall be dealt with, My Lady – #WIPItUp #Vikings #BDSM

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It’s hump day, and on the horizon, another Viking romance looms… I’m almost finished my final changes before the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest finally goes to my publisher.  To get you in the mood, here’s a snippet from the WIP, and lo and behold, Aurelie is in trouble…

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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 swallows, 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…”

I gulp at that, suddenly unable to meet the weight of his gaze.

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Aurelie should know by now, that Anders is a man of his word, and her backside is likely to pay the price for her naughty behaviour! Stay tuned for more news of their developing romance by joining my readers group, Fierce AF (they’ll be an exclusive ARC opportunity coming soon).

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“Spank me, Your Majesty?” #SatSpanks #NewRelease #SpankingRomance

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Good morning, and welcome to another #SatSpanks post! This week, I’m thrilled to be able to bring you a deliciously steamy snippet from my brand new story, The King’s Vice. This is just one of six scorching tales available to pre-order now, in Six of the Best!

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“I should like to bare your delicious derriere, my dear, explore its tender form, its divine shape, feel the weight of it in my hands, and then…” He pauses, his eyes full of salacious delight as the intensity of his gaze falls upon me. “And then I shall spank you.”

The words echo through the chambers of my mind. Spank me? I swallow, the action slow and deep, and almost symbolic, as though whatever I say next is imperative. My consent at this point will unleash events which I can never return from.

“Spank me, your Majesty?”

I need the clarification from those full, demanding lips, even though I heard him very well the first time around.

The lips part, breaking into that smile again, the one which burns the pulse at my core. “Yes, my dear,” he replies.

“But, but…” I splutter, trying to bring form to the words which are swimming in my head. “But I have done nothing wrong?” I gasp. “And if I have caused offence to Your Majesty, then please – tell me how?”

My heart is hammering in my chest, threatening to explode. He wants to spank me? But why? What have I done wrong which could be the cause of such an undignified penance?

“Hush,” comes the reply, the fingers at my face caressing the skin there thoughtfully. “I shall spank your exposed and pert little behind, not as penitence. I shall do so for my own pleasure.” There is a pause as he permits the words to permeate into my mind. “I shall enjoy the look of it, and the feel of each sensation against your tender flesh. And you, dear Jane, you shall do as you promised. You shall yield to me, accept the brunt of my palm, be awash with the sensation, and we shall see…” He concludes, but the ending seems abrupt and unnatural.

“What shall we see, Your Majesty?” I force the words out in a gasp, my head still reeling from the revelation that the King wants to spank me for merriment.

He eyes me intently, that small smirk reforming at his mouth. “We shall see if I am correct about you. We shall see if you dance to the tune of my spanking – if your body enjoys the surrender.”

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