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It’s Saturday again – hurrah! This week has been another insane journey for me, preparing for the release of The Viking’s Possession, and penning my new darker romance.

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After she saves the life of Prince Anders, the Viking warrior who took her as his captive and tamed both her body and her heart, nineteen-year-old Princess Aurelie of Donrose knows that she can never return home again. She will belong to Anders forever, as his bride and his possession, destined to be used and enjoyed as thoroughly, shamefully, and often as he pleases.

Though Anders has proven many times that he is more than willing to punish her bare bottom harshly for any disobedience, with war fast approaching between her brother and her husband, Aurelie puts her own life in danger in the hopes of making peace. But when her reckless gamble goes wrong, can Anders rescue his headstrong young wife before any harm comes to her?

The Viking’s Possession is the sequel to The Viking’s Conquest, but can be read as a stand-alone novel. It includes spankings, and sexual scenes, including some scenes of sexual humiliation. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Now, onto darker realms… My latest book is a capture fantasy, and I’m going to share a sexy little snippet for you right here. Be warned, this is pretty raw and unedited (straight from my writing desk this week). It’s also *dark* and NSFW!

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Molly flinched, inhaling as Connor’s palm rained down on her bottom. She blinked up at him, a single tear making tracks along her petite nose, and down to the bed. “I…I don’t know what to say,” she squealed as he spanked her again.
“Yes, you do,” he growled, swatting her backside. As he lifted his palm again he swept his hand south, making contact with her sex. Just the slightest touch made him hard. His pet was absolutely soaking wet, her seam dripping with her very obvious desire.
“What are you?” He demanded again. “Why are kept leashed and why do you drink from a bowl?”
Molly gulped, her face blanching as his meaning became clearer. Connor’s hand had stopped spanking her since its contact with her wet seam, and as he waited for her reply, his digits tantalising close to her pussy. His gaze never left her face though, and all the while his stare penetrated her face as he pushed her to admit her new-found status.
“I’m your pet, sir,” she mumbled at length, and as she admitted the words out loud, her voice broke with her very evident humiliation.
“Tell me again,” he insisted, and this time he allowed just one finger to brush against her labia.
She gasped, but her body shuddered, and her hips began to move again, as though they were acting on some type of reflex. “I’m your pet, sir,” she conceded, her voice louder this time.
Connor rewarded her with one finger, which he slipped effortlessly into her tight channel. Molly moaned gratefully in response, her eyes still blinking away tears as she made eye contact with her captor.
“Do you understand who’s in charge now?” He questioned her, pressing his advantage.
Her head nodded against the bedding beside him as a second digit joined his first inside her pussy. “Yes, yes, sir,” she gasped as he began to ease out, and then back inside her. Her cheeks had a blazing red hue by now, and he knew the spanking must have hurt, but unbelievably, his pet was wetter than ever. It seemed to Connor that she was caught somewhere between agony and ecstasy.
“Who?” He growled, fingering her slowly as he assessed her responses carefully.
She blinked her tears away as best as she could as she replied, panting as her legs splayed naturally to accommodate his intrusion. “You, sir,” she whispered croakily. “You are in charge.”

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It’s midweek, and that means it’s time for another exclusive snippet from my forthcoming new release, The Viking’s Possession. In this scene, Aurelie awaits Anders’ verdict about her latest punishment…

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Trapped in the confines of his bedcovers, I eye the implement in his hands with trepidation. It’s a lash, much like the one he has used on me before, and memories of those times flood my brain, my mouth drying in an instant. “My Lofðungr, please,” I say, the plea out before I even have time to think. “Do I really deserve such a penance?”

He reaches the opposite edge of the bed, smiling. “Is it for you to decide how your punishment is delivered?”

I shake my head, fear and arousal combining to make me feel giddy. “No, my Lofðungr,” I whisper.

He drops to the covers below, his weight reverberating up the length of the bed to where I sit, curled into something of a ball. “You have no reason to fear me, Aurelie,” he smiles. “After everything which has transpired between us, do you really think I could cause you any real harm?”

I blink away the tears that have collected in my eyes, once more shaking my head at his question. “No,” I sniff, watching him as he slides further up the bed toward me. “But please remember, my Lofðungr, you hold all of the cards here. These are your chambers, your town—your people. I am but a foreigner here—an alien—your most recent conquest.”

His tongue darts from his mouth, licking his lower lip in an unconscious way. “Au-re-lie,” he murmurs in that way that makes me belly clench and my sex yearn for him. “You know me better than this now, no?” He poses it as a question, yet gives me no time to respond. “I do not bring women back to my castle—not ever—not until you.”

There is silence for a moment as I absorb his words.

“I have done a great many things which I am not proud of,” he continues. “I have humiliated and treated you unfairly…” Here he pauses, his gaze intense as we both recall the deeds to which he refers. My face begins to flame at the memory of the things that have transpired between us. “I am a devil, Aurelie. I do not deny it. Yet you saved me, my sweeting, and so now, what am I?”

I draw in a deep breath, hypnotised by his performance. “You are the prince?” I offer in a tiny voice. “You always were.”

He smiles, dismissing my answer with a small shake of his blond hair. “A prince perhaps,” he concedes, “but much more than that, Aurelie. Now I am your devil—all yours—and you are mine.”

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Educating Jenny by PK Corey

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Being married to an alpha male had its perks, but having your ass in constant danger of being spanked was a drawback.

This week, The Never Ending blog tour brings us PK Corey’s hot new release, Educating Jenny.

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Cal’s young wife, Jenny, just wants to play house with her gorgeous, dominant husband, Sheriff Cal Bennett of Beaufort County. Cal wants her to complete one more year of college before choosing a path. Although Jenny is tired of school, she bends to her husband’s wishes and goes off to classes in a nearby city. On their precious days together, Cal educates his beautiful girl to the idea of sexual fantasies and bedroom toys, and here, Jenny is an eager student!
Jenny finds herself being stalked by a mysterious police officer who views every move she makes as criminal. Everyone she cares about knows that what ensues is not Jenny’s doing, but she can’t keep herself from giving in to some sweet revenge. Her plan starts out as a silly college girl prank, but soon lands her on the wrong side of Cal’s law.

Check out this sexy little snippet from the book…

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“I know you want to talk about this college thing some more. It’s stressing me out too. I’m willing to talk about it, but it might lead to a fight. So, let’s go to the bedroom for a little playtime to get us both in a good mood first. College can’t be mentioned until we come back in here, agree?”
Jenny watched Cal’s face break into a dazzling smile. “I agree. And woman, I like the way you handle stressful situations.”
“I think you’re going to like the way I handle lots of things,” Jenny assured him.
In the bedroom, Jenny began unbuttoning his shirt. The hardness of his body always impressed her and she slowly rubbed her hand over his six-pack. She undid his belt and lowered his zipper. Putting her hands inside his pants, she lowered his jeans and underwear continuing to push them down until she was on her knees.
“While I’m in the neighbourhood,” she murmured. She put her mouth to his balls and gently sucked one into her mouth. Cal gasped with surprise and delight. She continued the treatment while gently stroking his erection. Jenny got to her feet. “Just a preview,” she told him, standing up.
Cal began undressing her. He loved this and he took his time. He loved every inch of her body, and many parts he chose to savour with both his eyes and his mouth. Now nude, Jenny stepped back. “On the bed,” she ordered him, “on your stomach.”
“Stomach?” he questioned.
Jen pointed and didn’t repeat herself. Cal lay down and immediately Jenny climbed over him, reaching for the lotion. “You need a good massage to get rid of all that stress,” she told him. She began smoothing the lotion into his neck and shoulders. Cal loved the feeling of her hands on him as she massaged his back then began on his legs. She worked her way up slowly and then, unable to resist, she landed a hard swat to his beautiful ass.
“Oww . . .” she cried out. “Damn, Cal, your ass is hard as a brick!”
Cal had turned to grab her wrist, “And you’re not supposed to spank it.” He laughed at her. “Here let me show you how it’s done.” He quickly pulled her across his lap and began with a few hard swats.

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Boss by Maggie Carpenter

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Best-selling, award-winning Maggie Carpenter delivers a gripping romance full of love, lust and sizzling suspense.

Mega-rich and handsome, Tony has it all, but a fiery redhead and a golden-haired psychic turn his world upside-down.

Tony McIntyre is every woman’s dream, but love comes second to business. When a redheaded vixen with challenge in her eyes and a sharp tongue joins the company, his golden rule, no pleasure in the workplace, is put to the test. He’d like nothing better than to bend her over his desk and introduce her to his very hot hand.

Colleen O’Connell is the owner of Kiss Me Cosmetics. Her company is in jeopardy, and she has turned to the famous investor for help. When she meets him he’s even sexier than his photographs, and determined to break down his guard she comes up with a cunning plan.

Their chemistry ignites, but Tony encounters a mysterious flaxen-haired psychic. His attraction to her is strangely intense, and when she offers disturbing insights into Colleen, it causes him to doubt his growing feelings–and Colleen herself.

Lurking in the background is a cold-blooded killer, but no-one suspects the charming man of being an evil psychopath. Who is in danger? What does he want and how does he plan to get it…?

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Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are? he purred, moving his lips to her neck. All those meetings, watching you make mincemeat out of guys who make mincemeat out of everyone else. It made me crazy.

 Tony?

 What?

 Will you please stop talking and ravage me?

 Abruptly lifting her off her feet, he strode through the kitchen and out into the hall. Resting her head against his shoulder, she felt the power of his muscled body, and inhaled the fragrance of the same seductive cologne hed been wearing when theyd had dinner. Pushing open the door of a guest room, he laid her on the bed, quickly peeled off her clothes and tossed them aside. He paused, gazing down at her for a moment, then leaning over her, he placed his hands on either side of her head.

 I wasnt thinking, he said, his voice husky.

 Whats the matter?

 The condoms are upstairs in my bedroom. I can carry you up there, or be back in a minute.

 Leave me for one-second and youre a dead man.

 Ah. Well. In that case!

 Swooping her up, he hurried back into the hall and started to climb the stairs.

 Im really glad youre as strong as a marine.

 Im really glad you only weigh an ounce. Hold on. Were almost there.

 But she couldnt wait, and began planting kisses across his face, fuelling his hot fever. Striding into his room, he tossed her on the bed and pounced on top of her.

 I need to ask you something.

 Ask me anything, she said breathlessly.

 Do you want me to spank you? The truth.

 Uh…”

 Come on, little girl. Answer me.

 Im not a little girl.

 Its a yes or no question, and you are a little girl. What do you weigh? Ninety-five pounds?

 What does that have to do with anything?

 Youre a total cutie pie and Im crazy about you, but if you dont answer the question, Ill leave you naked, tie you to this bed and walk away.

 You wouldnt.

 Youre probably right, not this time, but back to my question. Youre obviously too embarrassed to admit it or you would have just said no. Look at that blush crossing your face. Is it just a fantasy, or have you had your butt reddened in the past?

 My college boyfriend, she admitted, lowering her eyes. And, Tony, that was the favor I was going to ask.

 You were going to ask me to spank you?

 Uh-huh. Crazy idea, but yeah.

 Dont move.

 Climbing off her, he quickly stripped, then stretching out next to her, he pressed his lips on hers in a long, slow, passionate kiss.

 Im going to devour you, he murmured, softly pressing his mouth against her neck. Im going to lick you and kiss you, and make you beg for my cock. Then Ill flip you over, smack your gorgeous ass, and fuck your brains out.

 His promise sent a flood between her legs, and as he moved down to her nipples and slowly drew them into his mouth, she let out a long, low, moan. He lingered, taking his time as he tongued and lapped, all the while running his fingertips along the inside of her thighs. Occasionally he brushed his hand against her pussy, and if she tried to chase the attention, he lightly nipped her cherry tips.

 Please touch me, she finally begged. I cant stand it.

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The Viking’s Possession – #DarkRomance #Vikings #Comingsoon

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We made it half way through the week – phew – and I’m excited to share some news with you! My new Viking release now has a title AND a release date. The Viking’s Possession will be available on Friday, June, 8th, and I’ll be revealing the cover in the upcoming weeks.

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Once you’re done, enjoy this sizzling snippet from the new book.

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Anders pauses by the bed, and I watch wordlessly as he secures the end of the rope around the nearest bedpost. He turns, eyeing me salaciously as he fastens his trousers. “You shall stay put here, my love,” he coos almost gleefully.

I avoid his grinning expression, casting my eyes to my knees as I try to make myself comfortable. The rope has me leashed quite close to the post, and I only have a few inches to manoeuvre my body, so I rest on my haunches, waiting to see what Anders will do next. There’s a dark chuckle as he saunters away. I hear his footsteps against the stone floor as he moves behind me, but I don’t turn to see where he’s going. Instead, I twist left, examining the small knot that has me bound to the bedpost.

“I wouldn’t even think about that,” snorts Anders as he strides back toward the bed.

I flush at his words, swallowing hard. “I am not thinking anything, my Lofðungr,” I murmur.

He laughs at that. “Oh, Aurelie,” he chuckles. “Remember I have leashed you before. I know how your mind works.”

I know my face is colouring as Anders moves toward me, sitting himself on the edge of the bed next to where I wait. In his hands are two of the local orange fruits and a small knife.

“Let me feed you now,” he tells me sensually. He slices a piece of juicy flesh from the fruit in his palm and holds it out for me. “Come and get it, Aurelie.”

I raise my gaze to meet his expectant face. I know what he wants. He wants me to come forward and take the fruit from his fingers, like a well-trained dog. The muscles of my sex clench at the thought, and I inhale deeply. I already know I am going to do what he wants, and as my heart begins to pound inside my chest I feel my limbs begin to shift. I move slowly, falling back to all fours and edging closer to Anders’ fingers. As I approach, my lips part and I take the fruit into my mouth.

“Good girl,” he purrs in a low seductive tone. “I know you can be good, little one, because you have already been fed from my fingers before, haven’t you, Aurelie?”

I rouse at the question, swallowing the tasty flesh in my mouth. “Yes, my Lofðungr,” I whisper, feeling my face flame with embarrassment.

It is one thing to be used and humiliated this way, but to be reminded of all those previous times—of the mortifying shame of my time in the Viking camp—is too much.

“I see you do recall,” he chuckles at my response. There’s a pause as he slices more pieces of fruit. He drops one into his waiting mouth, before offering me the other. Once more I come forward onto all fours to accept the fruit.

“Lick the juices from my fingers,” he orders sensually.

Eyeing my husband briefly, I comply, allowing my tongue to lap at the tasty juice smothering his fingertips.

“How beautiful you look, my love,” he coos as he watches me. “Such a good little one, licking me clean whilst still covered in my seed.”

I swallow again, shamefully aroused by his description. Accepting the compliment as I finish cleaning his digits, I try to ignore the burning need burgeoning between my legs.

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It’s finally the weekend again, and this week I have a release date for my long-awaited sequel to The Viking’s Conquest. The new book will be LIVE on June 8th!

This post is a #SatSpanks with a difference. In this exclusive snippet, Anders looks set to teach Aurelie that not ALL punishments are about spanking. Some it seems, are about much harder to endure…

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There is little time to muse on Anders’ warning. All at once he buries his face between my outstretched thighs, and his tongue goes to work, eliciting another gasp from my mouth. My head spins as the pleasure begins to escalate. This is supposed to be a punishment, yet how can that be so? How can being worshipped by Anders this way ever be considered such a thing?

I pull against the bondage, acknowledging just how uncomfortable the position is for the first time. Having my blond god between my thighs however, provides just the right level of distraction, and I ignore the awkwardness. Instead I focus on Anders’ ministrations, revelling in each new lap of his powerful tongue.

“Oh, my Lofðungr,” I moan as the intensity builds.

I want to gyrate and increase the friction, but it’s almost impossible in my current upturned place. I open my mouth, intending to cry out again, to encourage him on, but before I can get the sounds out, Anders’ mouth vanishes.

“You’re just as divine as I recall,” he tells me playfully, as his face appears in my eye line.

I groan at Anders’ words, wishing he would just resume my pleasure, but to my frustration, he shifts his place on the bed instead. Straining my neck, I try to see what he is doing, but all I can make out is his shirt-covered torso as his attention is captured elsewhere on the bed. Now I really pull against the ropes at my wrists, my irritation at the disturbance in his ministrations growing, just as the carnality had done a few moments before.

“My Lofðungr?” I whimper, wanting his attention again.

“Patience, Aurelie,” he replies, and the tone of his voice sends me a warning. “Part of this punishment is about patience, the other is about perseverance. You must garner all the energy you have for both, my love.”

Our eyes lock again, his expression calm and in control. I want to cry out, such is my frustration. One moment I am to be punished, the next I am pleasured, and then what—what is this?

“I see my little one has enjoyed my devotion to her sweet pussy?” Anders’ chuckle fills the air around me. “Just looks at how wet you are, my sweeting.”

His fingers caress the sensitive skin around my sex, and I shiver at Anders’ touch, pushing my hips up to meet his digits as best as I can. “Oh, yes,” he continues as he slides one and then two fingers inside my wetness. “So very wet…”

The fingers inside me begin to move, fucking me slowly at first, before building in the fervour. I know I am groaning then, welcoming their exquisite intrusion as they plunder me over and over. And then, just as the pleasure becomes potent, they are gone. Anders’ digits disappear as fast as they arrived, leaving me bereft of his touch.

“Oh, please,” I mewl. “Please, my Lofðungr, fill me up.”

He laughs again, but now the sound is darker than before. Edgier. “Oh, I shall fill you up, Aurelie,” he chuckles. “Just you wait…”

His voice trails away, and all of a sudden there’s a new pressure at my wet channel. It’s not Anders’ fingers anymore, and not his magnificent cock. I can’t see the thing, but whatever it is, it’s cold as it presses against me.

I gasp at the contact, wriggling in the binds that hold me firmly in place. “My Lofðungr!” I pant. “Wh-what is it?”

“You already know, my sweeting,” Anders answers, his voice full of unrestrained glee. “You saw the implement on my palm with your own eyes.”

My memory flits back to the sleek, smooth stone object that he had pulled from the wooden chest and instinctively I tense.

“Now, now, Aurelie,” he chides me. “Relax and let it in. You will yield to this just as you surrender to me.”

I am beside myself, not wanting to be filled with this strange, foreign object, and yet wholly unable to resist the thing. Anders has me tied in such a way that I am completely powerless to prevent its intrusion. He presses the stone phallus beyond my entrance, and I feel the first inch impale me.

A desperate whimper escapes my lips as the thing invades me. “My Lofðungr!” I cry, my voice demonstrating how fearful and frustrated I am.

“Take it, my captive,” he instructs me. “You will take the phallus, first in your pussy and then, when I command it, in your dark entrance.”

His fingers, still full of my arousal, probe my ass as he speaks. One digit plunges into my most vulnerable place as the phallus continues its descent into my sex.

I pant as best I can in the bondage, trying to accept both intrusions at the same time. “Why, my Lofðungr?” I cry out. “Why must I take it?”

Both his finger and the phallus press on, eliciting a guttural moan from me. “This is part of your punishment, my sweeting,” he explains as he begins to withdraw his finger from my backside, before thrusting it back into position. “I want you to remember that I am your master. This means I will touch you whenever I please, but you, my sweeting, you will not touch me without permission. During this penance, I will control you totally. I will fill you with whatever I choose, and I will bring you right to the brink whenever I like, and you, my sweeting, do you know what you will do?”

I am barely able to follow his words at this point. The stone phallus is now tucked tightly inside me, whilst Anders’ fingers continue to fuck my ass. I am certain that if this torture continues, I will soon lose my mind. The sensations are crude and foreign, and I would gladly be rid of the stone intruder in a heartbeat, yet there’s no denying that the combination of the tight ropes at my wrists and ankles, added to my current predicament, fuel my passion. It was Anders’ mouth that roused me, but this exquisite suffering is carnality itself. I am his now—literally his to do with what he pleases. The thought is as riling as it is hedonistic.

“I do not know,” I gasp, doing my best to answer his query. “What should I do, my Lofðungr?”

He laughs again, the resonance of his breath tickling the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs. “You shall be bound and take what you are given, like a good little girl.”

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Saving Sharlee (Safe and Secure Bk 1) by Alyssa Bailey

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Sharlee Armstrong is happy spending her professional life in seclusion as Vapor, a highly sought out independent information broker. Though she has plenty of high paying clients, the offer from Reynaud & Associates piques her curiosity. During the interview, her libido is also piqued when she meets Jacquard Reynaud—gorgeous, sexy, and dominant.

The job, not just the boss, intrigues her and she accepts the offer. But things spiral out of control, and she finds her reputation, livelihood, and life in jeopardy. Jac and the rest of the alpha males on her new team demand she keep a low profile, but she has other ideas.

The minute she steps foot into his office, and life, Jac knows he has to have Sharlee, but first he must keep her safe—not just from some unknown threat, but from Sharlee herself. He loves her sass but worries that she’ll find herself in real trouble if he cannot keep her under control. So, despite her protests, he takes her in hand. For her own good.

Will she ever learn to let Jac protect her? Can she let Jac and the rest of the team into her previously quiet, mostly solitary life?

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Jac was done negotiating. She wanted it. It satisfied his need to correct her naughty ass. Win-win. Besides, he’d be able to place his hand on her delectable bottom. She had scared years off his life when he found out she was on a site, armed. She had burrowed into his heart and taken up residence. He didn’t know what to do about his feelings, but she’d never be able to stand in the line of fire. He would never deal well with it.

He led her to the chair in front of his desk and flipped it around. The soft exhale from her sweet lips became liquid heat in his engorged cock. He had spent more hours in the gym recently and experienced more cold showers trying to tame his libido than he had as a teenager. He knew he was at the end of his rope. He wanted to kiss her submission when she slid her long, tapered fingers into his.

She was as good as his if he could get a solid indication from her that she was interested. He was ready to act on his need and hers in more than discipline. His calculations said she was ready for this, and him. He slid his hands over her hips and hooked his thumbs into the elastic of the sweat pants she wore. He marvelled at the fact that she didn’t even wear a pair of jeans to add more protection. She had no idea how to stay safe in the field or on site and he intended to make her understand that.

Sharlee placed her hand in his. Her eyes were pleading. She was worrying her lip in the most erotic way. He shook his head as much at her as himself. She released a soft sigh indicating her acceptance and put her hands on his chest as he lowered her pants, bringing immediate heat to every inch of his body. Did she have any idea of her effect on him?

“Good girl.” Her eyes lit up. His cock jumped. He nudged her over his lap. Her sweet submission would kill him.

Five in the same spot on each pale cheek soon turned them bright pink. She inhaled swiftly at each smack and softly exhaled as the feeling took over. It should have been enough and for the average woman he had placed in this position it had been, but Sharlee wanted this. He wanted this. He could show her even more play at another time. She would like it in play, but this was discipline. He continued.

His swats were slow, intense, and methodical, delivering a gradual, intense, and penetrating burn. He had practiced this technique plenty of times. Spanking wasn’t as deviant as others sometimes thought. If it was something both participants wanted, craved, it was sensual, intimate, and incredibly hot in so many ways.

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We’re half way through the week already, and because Monday was a holiday for the UK, it feels like time is flying! My Vikings are now with the copy-editor, so they’re one step closer to reaching your e-readers… In the meantime, here’s another dark and delicious snippet from Anders’ and Aurelie’s tale.

 

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“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.

He spanks me again, and again, each strike lighting a trail of fire over my backside. The sting starts to become unbearable, and I want to tell him to stop, yet I know there is little point. My Viking is the one who decides how and when to punish me, and only he will decide when my spanking is done, but oh Gods, each strike is so painful! I wonder if I can really tolerate the intensity of this spanking. I lose count after thirty strokes, feeling the outline of his palm against my bare bottom.

“Just because you are in Lundborg does not mean you have free reign to say as you wish, Aurelie,” Anders goes on, his voice hard and unrelenting. “Let each swat of my hand be a reminder of this fact to you. I am the master, and you are the captive, whatever transpires between us. Every time you overstep the line, I will be here to punish you, my sweeting. I will be here to tan this beautiful backside and correct you.”

And correct me here does, his palm impacting over and over until I am on the verge of tears.

“Please, My Lofðungr,” I whimper, wanting desperately for the spanking to be done, and for his warmth and affection to resume in its place. “Please, I have remembered, and I will remember. Please stop!”

My plea is met by Anders’ dark chuckle, and I know in an instant that my punishment is far from over.

“I do so love to hear you beg, Aurelie,” he purrs, “but no, now is not the time to stop. Your spanking only truly begins when you think you can bear no more, and rest assured my love,” he pauses to land a further three firm strikes to my sore bottom. “You will bear more for me.”

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Seeing Ronnie by Libby Campbell

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It’s Tuesday, and this week the Never Ending Blog Tour brings us Libby Campbell!  With book 3 in the Romancing the Coast, Trusting Ingrid, scheduled for release in June, what better time to look at books 1 and 2 in the series?

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So, why did Libby choose to write about these three women?

After reading Winning Sadie, reviewer AGS said, “[I] would love to find out more about some of the supporting characters,” and she thought, “I would too.”

The only way she knew how to find out more about them was to write their stories. Because Ronnie was one of the feistiest, she started with her.

After that she moved on naturally to Cynthia. What Libby discovered at the base of her unhappiness was an eye-opener.

Last in the series, Ingrid was one of the hardest characters to write. To the world, she is a nasty, self-centred troublemaker. To the man who challenges her, she is a frightened creature whose bark is worse than her bite.

Trusting Ingrid is also the longest book in the series, finishing at just under 82,000 words. It’s quite a journey!

But now let’s get back to the start of the series: Seeing Ronnie.

Blurb:

As a social blogger, Ronnie Flynn—aloof, beautiful, cool as a cucumber—is desperate to get to the society event of the year: Simon and Sadie’s engagement party on Seguro Island. No surprise that her name isn’t on the guest list, but as always, Ronnie has a backup plan. A plan that involves the handsome Del Franklin.

Del agrees to a swap: Ronnie gives him the scoop on his estranged wife’s dirty secrets and he takes her as his date to his boss’s party. The handsome, buff man of Italian descent makes only one condition: Ronnie better be good. No snooping. No manipulating. No digging for dirt. Or else.

With crossed fingers, and in spite of Del’s threat of putting her over his knee for disobeying, Ronnie ‘promises’ to be a good girl. Right. She’s not worried about Del. Her code of Keeping a Healthy Distance will protect her heart, and her backside. She’s too wily to get caught, anyway.

Ronnie sees. Literally. She can channel people’s feelings and see into their hearts. All her life, she has been hiding this secret weapon—her psychic ability—because what she sees is often too hard to understand and impossible to share. If she can handle that secret, surely she can handle Del. Or can she? He’s not like anyone else. Nothing has prepared her for him. She shouldn’t react like this to his dominance. She’s an independent, wealthy woman in her own right. No man will tell her what to do. Yet, there is something about this sexy dominant Latin lover that makes her pulse race.

Will Ronnie allow Del to break her Code of Keeping a Healthy Distance? Will seeing Ronnie open Del’s eyes to a new world? Will the two of them ever see life the same way?

Publishers’ note: Seeing Ronnie is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults. Nothing in this book should be interpreted as Blushing Books’ or the author’s advocating any non-consensual spanking activity or spanking of minors.

Check out this sexy snippet from the book:

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Del tilted her face up to his. “Don’t you ever speak to me like that again,” he said. His honey brown eyes sparked with reproach and something more, raw desire. His fingers burned on her skin and the heat of his stare made her itch in places that no man had scratched for a very long time. Part of her wanted to reach out and pull him close, to feel his powerful body wrapped around hers.

She was losing her mind. The island had made her take leave of all her senses.

Embarrassment quickly replaced her light-headed lust. While it was perfectly natural to have perved on the man, it was sloppy and amateurish to have been caught. With a strength she didn’t know she possessed, she wrenched her wrist free and pushed him away as hard as she could. He took two steps backwards to regain his balance and a grim smile spread over his face.

She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. “Or you’ll do what? Refuse to take me to the party tonight?” She spat the words and tried to skirt around him on the narrow path.

“I warned you the other day about the consequences of bad manners.” He caught her around the waist with his left hand and held her facing away from him. Then he raised his right hand high and brought it down on the top of her bare thighs with a loud crack that was more noise than impact.

“That’s what your rudeness gets you,” he said. “That and a lot more. But next time it will be on your bare bottom with you turned over my knee, as promised. I expect you to speak to me at least as respectfully as you would any business associate. Remember, I have experience with naughty girls. I’m the father of a fourteen-year-old, but you, unlike my spirited daughter, will be spanked for rudeness or sass. You’re a grown up and able to walk away from me if you want to, something she can’t do. Different rules for different girls. Only the big girls get spanked. So, if you and I are going to spend time together, and I hope this weekend is just the start of things, I expect you to show me good manners and thoughtful behavior.”

Ronnie looked at him, her mouth opening and closing. She knew she resembled a guppy and was just as wordless. This man had second sight of his own, straight into her soul. She wanted him and he knew it. Now he was saying he wanted her too. Was that an opportunity or a risk? Thoughts of what he was offering raced through her brain.

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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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