I am excited to share the news that The Viking’s Conquest has been voted the Favourite Historical Fiction in the recent Have You Heard? awards! I also placed third in the Favourite Historical Author category!
A HUGE thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read, vote for, and support this book, which was also the runner up in the most recent Spanking Romance Review awards!
The Viking’s Conquest has been provoking readers since its release last October, and whilst some of its themes are dark, it’s great to know the book has been so well-received.
Now I look forward to releasing my new Regency spanking romance, and hearing what you all think of my latest work…
This hump day, I am thrilled to be able to join the #WIPitupWednesday blog hop, and bring you a sensual little excerpt from my forthcoming hot new spanking romance. The book – which is back with my publisher now after its final edits – is proving to be one of my personal favourites. Check out this section of the WIP, and see if you can see why…
Swallowing hard, I look to him. “Are you cross with me for not confessing straight away?” I ask, timidly.
He eyes me intently, that delicious gaze searing into my flesh. “Of course,” he says, his voice strong. “I should very much like to punish you for your ill-intent, but I give you credit for being honest with me before I had call to press you on the matter.”
“Punish me?” I repeat, the rest of his words rather lost on me.
He smiles, as he pulls the strands of hair away from my eyes. “Mmmm,” he says. “Take you over my knee, bare your delicious behind, and spank you until you are desperate for me .”
My lips part, and I hear a small gasp escape them. “Thomas…” My throat tightens, as though the words cannot make their way from me. “I think I am already desperate.”
His right hand skims its way up my body, reaching my hairline and drawing my head backwards. “Desperate?” His voice is low and seductive. “What are you desperate for, My Lady?”
I blink at him, feeling my legs tremble. “You,” I whisper. “My Lord, I do not know what you have done to me, but ever since we met, I have been captured.”
He presses his lips against the nape of my neck, allowing them to caress the sensitive skin there. “Oh Lydia,” he groans from my left shoulder. “We are both captured, my love.”
My eyes fly to his face. Have I really just heard him correctly, did he just refer to me as his love? My thoughts are sent reeling by the new trail of kisses which he plants along my neckline, until his lips reach my own jaw, and finally my mouth. Those lips are hot as they brush over mine, the scent of the liquor on his breath, along with the sensations of his mouth, making me feel giddy.
“What do we do, Thomas?” I ask, our eyes connecting once again as he towers over me.
“I can take you over my knee right this moment, Lydia,” he replies, “if it will lessen the desperation?”
I smile, although the thought of his suggestion sends a tingling sensation racing through me, pooling desire at my centre. I draw my hand up into his dark, thick hair, drinking him in.
“I see you find the idea agreeable?” he chuckles, nuzzling me.
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This Tuesday, we are joined by the talented, PK Corey, and her latest spanking release in the Cal’s Law series, Becoming Family.
In the book, and against all odds, Jenny and Cal are together and happy. Their love is strong, but before they can become family Jenny needs to learn what that word means. Jenny has no background in the real meaning of “family” but when Cal wants her to meet his and get to know hers, she knows the time has come. The difference in the two families is wide and jarring. Jenny has a lot to learn, but then so does cal. When he meets her family, he discovers that the word family doesn’t always mean the same thing to all people.
Jenny’s mother has planned a future for her daughter that does not include Cal Bennet. What could this small-town hick with no money and no connections do for her? How far will her mother go to see that Jenny accepts a life of high society and prestige? Will these two lovers come an understanding of what their family will look like?
If you love a good spanking, then check out this tempting little teaser.
Jenny felt tears come to her eyes and she wasn’t exactly sure why. Spankings hurt, but that wasn’t it entirely. She knew part of it was that she’d let Cal down and he was disappointed in her. This wasn’t going to be one of those fun playful spanking he liked so much. She hated this kind.
She didn’t say anymore as he led her to the sofa. He unsnapped her shorts and pulled them down with her panties, then he gently pulled Jenny across his lap. “I’m not going to use the paddle, just my hand. Mostly because you came right out and told me what you did and you didn’t try to hide anything. I appreciate that.”
Jenny was relieved to hear he wasn’t using the paddle. But thought he’d started fairly lightly he was increasing both the strength of his swing and the tempo. It was really starting to burn and she clenched her ass trying to get some relief.
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It’s Saturday, and it’s time I got involved in the awesome #SaturdaySpankings hop! As it’s my first time, be gentle with me, won’t you? 😉
My sexy spanking snippet comes from my current Regency spanking romance. I am just working my way through the final edits now, and am ridiculously excited about its forthcoming publication! In this scene, our hero, Thomas, is about to spank Lydia for pleasure – for the very first time…
He halts my words with a second, much firmer swat to my backside. “Yes, release,” he murmurs into my hair. “Sweet, hot release, Lydia. But first you must earn it, and you will do so over my lap.”
He pulls me towards the bed, and I move with him unthinkingly. In a flash he is seated there, and I am standing before him, flushed and panting. “Remove your night gown, Lydia.”
His voice is almost hypnotic, and yet I hesitate, stunned at the request. “Thomas? I am bare beneath it. ”
“I am counting on it,” he smirks, appraising me. “Now, do not keep me waiting, Lydia. Take off the gown.”
Regency spanking romance coming soon…
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This hump day, I am pleased to bring you a hot new release Sharing Backstage, by Paige Parsons!
Read on for the sizzling details here…
What happens when the girl who runs from everything finally decides to stay put?
Harper Harrison is an accomplished, independent, and vibrant young woman. As a freelance production stage manager, she’s no stranger to being in charge. She knows how to get the impossible done, even if she has to take a few shortcuts for the sake of theatre magic. She has one fatal flaw, though. When things get complicated, uncomfortable, or she even thinks they might go wrong, especially in her personal life, she bolts.
Lucas Mason is a fellow freelancer, and when they work the same show, sparks fly. They share a love of the stage and high stakes sex. They’ve christened nearly every location backstage unashamedly, but Harper wants more. Lucas makes every effort to keep her at arm’s length. He blames it on their crazy schedules, but Harper believes something more is going on.
They reconnect after an extended break and Harper is shocked to find out that Lucas is now her boss. He has a dominant streak that he isn’t afraid to display, and she isn’t a fan. Answering to Lucas takes more than a little getting used to, and after a trip or two over his knee, she decides that maybe a relationship with him is more than she bargained for, after all.
Harper leaves town to chase her Broadway dream and to take comfort in the familiarity of her ex-boyfriend. New York isn’t home, though, and Harper has to face the truth of her situation. The easy going man she’s with isn’t the one she wants or needs. Lucas is three thousand miles away, and he has no intention of chasing her.
To have the life she wants, Harper will need to face all of her demons, confess her transgressions, and accept her punishment. It’s the only way they’ll ever find themselves sharing backstage again.
Publisher’s Note: This work contains depictions of adult sexual activity and adult domestic discipline. If you would rather not be exposed to such topics, please don’t read this book.
If you need to know more, here’s a yummy spanking excerpt to whet your appetites…
“Hopefully the memory of this spanking will better help you control your impulses and reflexes.”
“¡Ay! Tómalo con calma. Sí, papi!”
She wasn’t even close to tears, but these spanks packed a lot more power than what she’d been getting in passing. There was no doubt he meant business. It wasn’t that she didn’t take him seriously before, but now it felt like he was drawing his own hard line. Focused in on the searing happening on her backside, Harper became acutely aware of the sound. Lucas had stopped lecturing, and now the only audio vibrating off the walls were her cries and the sound of flesh on flesh impact. Her subconscious was having its own internal dialogue now.
It was just an impulse, right? She didn’t have some sort of impaired psyche that really wanted to feel what a serious punishment would be like, did she?
Lucas tapped her hip so she would lift a little for him to get her pyjama bottoms and panties down. The girl hardly kept clothes on in the house and only ever slept in tank tops and panties, but he guessed self-preservation had kicked in and motivated her to slip on his old University of Arizona flannel bottoms. If he weren’t about to redden her backside, for scaring a year off his life, he’d have appreciated the look more. She had to wear them cuffed at the top and bottom to get around in them, but she loved them and looked adorable on the rare cold Arizona night.
Harper reached back in a futile attempt at impeding his clothing removal process. That sting was pretty powerful through her clothes, and she didn’t want to gain any knowledge of how painful it might be without them.
“I promise I will start from scratch, Harper if you don’t get those hands back in front of you.”