On the River by PK Corey

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is On the River by PK Corey!!

On the River-PK 1st Cover OTR Cassie and Tom Duff live at The Landing, a beautiful neighborhood by the river in their little town in North Carolina. They’re surrounded by their beloved family and friends. Most of the couples here live a domestic discipline lifestyle where the husbands are the head of household. It can’t be said that these ladies always follow their husbands’ lead and the men often have their hands full trying to keep up with their fun-loving and headstrong wives. This first book in a new series by PK Corey follows the funny, quirky and romantic escapades of Cassie and her friends Sue and Annie as well as the younger generation who are all involved in solving a problem from Cassie’s past. Come and join the ride! You’ll definitely feel like you’re a part of this group. 

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

“Do you remember how your ass felt after our long ride on our honeymoon?” Cal whispered. 

“I was sore,” Jenny answered quietly. 

“Let’s recreate the feeling,” he demanded. “Up on your hands and knees.” 

Jenny quickly scrambled into position. 

“As I remember, you were all ready to make love before our ride, weren’t you?” Cal asked. Jenny nodded, unable to get any words out as Cal reached to finger her nipples. Jenny had a hard time remaining in position as each pull on her nipple sent a throbbing straight to her clit. His other hand soon began caressing her there and she tried to send a mental message for him to rub harder. 

“Don’t even think of coming yet. Remember, I’m in charge. You’d better hold back.” 

Jenny gave a gasp. His words and the sound of his voice was nearly enough to send her over the edge. Then his hands were gone, and she felt a sharp slap to her rump. Another followed. Then another. 

“I want to recreate the whole night. And your sore butt was a big part of it,” he said over the sound of the spanking. “Now hold position and I won’t have to bring out the paddle.” 

He was spanking hard and still, Jenny pushed back after each spank wanting more and more. As the slaps came faster and faster, Jenny was burning both with desire and the fire-like feeling of the spanking. The burns were entwining themselves and Jenny was soon going to be unable to hold back. 

As Cal’s hand finally slowed, he asked, “Do you remember what we saw? Do you remember what we did?” 

Jenny’s head hung down with her effort to keep control. “The horses…” was all she was able to say. 

Cal took over. “That huge stallion mounted his mare. The power he showed and the screams we heard from them both were more than we could take. It was all we could do to get back to our private strip of beach before we could reenact what we’d seen.” 

Jenny was back on the beach. She could almost feel the sand in her hands, as Cal rose up behind her and took her with the power they had seen the stallion display. Her reality sank down to the two of them in the moment. Cal, deep within her, plunging over and over. The sear of pain every time his body slapped against her burning ass heightened the exquisite sensation of him inside her. 

They came at the same moment, something Jenny loved. Both sank down on the bed, basking in their pleasure. They both were lying on their stomachs, as Cal’s hand reached back to gently rub the area he’d recently turned bright red. 

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About the Author After spending thirty-six years in two careers I liked just fine, I’ve finally found my dream career as a writer. I’ve been happily married for thirty-six-years and my sweet husband has gotten used to the unique experience of living with a writer. He is very encouraging and an excellent editor when he’s pressed into service.   I’ve been intrigued by spanking stories since before I first saw Ricky spank Lucy. Stories of this nature were hard to come by before the Internet and the ones I found were a little harsh on discipline and very much lacking in love. So, I made up my own stories and enjoyed these in my head for years. I finally began writing them down. Although the lovely women in my stories are spanked often, the love between them and their men takes top priority. My Cassie’s Space series shows a mature couple who are deeply in love. Despite loving Cassie’s free-spirited ways, Tom is determined to keep her safe, even if it takes a trip over his knee. And with her friend Sue by her side and all they get into, a trip over his knee is very likely. My Cal’s Law series, is about a younger couple. Though they come from very different backgrounds, love and discipline draw them together.  I love my husband, my kids, my cats, reading, writing and hearing from my readers. Amazon

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Love a Billionaire by Daryl Devore

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Love a Billionaire Collection by Daryl Devore!!

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If you love hot, billionaire romances, then Daryl Devoré’s collection is a must read. Three of her hottest billionaire romances bundled into one smouldering collection.

Desires – When secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes.

After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn’s dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward.

Peyton Lang, having run from an impoverished neighbourhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire.

Frustrated that his current multi-million-dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a quick drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.

Two O’clock with the Billionaire – Sometimes, a woman has to do what a woman has to do.

Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in mind: trap him into a marriage.

Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to step out of her comfort zone. With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to a handsome billionaire.

Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit. Will Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?

Two Truths and Lie – The legend of Robin Hood and Maid Marian with a twenty-first-century twist.

As if multiple planes crashes, a car accident, and a concussion isn’t enough, carefree Byn and straight-laced billionaire, Mark clash over Byn’s need for independence and Mark’s struggle with guilt pushing him in the opposite direction of love. When an art forger, an art thief and a ninety-year-old woman get involved the chance for true love for Byn and Mark fades.

All is lost until a children’s game is their only hope.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

His tongue slipped between her teeth. She flicked the tip of hers across the bottom of his. He groaned. She responded. Their tongues wound around each other like tangled spaghetti. Moans escaped her throat. Her nipples pressed against his t-shirt, begging to be suckled.

She broke off their kiss with a gasp. “Question?”

“What?” His voice was equally breathless.

“Why do you still have clothes on?”

He leaned back onto his knees. “I was asking myself exactly that.” He pushed off the bed, tugging at his shirt. Flame grabbed the covers and tossed them to the end of the bed. When she turned, Pete stood naked, cock proudly erect. Walking on her knees to the side of the bed, Flame bent forward. The tip of his cock grazed under her chin. A dusting of dark hair circled his belly button. She poked her tongue in and out.

“Mmm. Promises of things to come.” He ran his fingers through her hair.

“I’m hoping emphasis on the word, come.”

“Oh yeah. There’s going to be cuming. And groaning.” He bent lower and kissed the top of her head. “You know this is pretty much gonna be monkey sex. We’re both wired pretty tight.”

Flame bent her arms and tickled her waist while performing her best monkey imitation. “Then let’s get the party started.” She braced herself on the bed, leaned closer, grabbed his hips for support, and covered his swollen penis with kisses. His breath quickened. His cock twitched. Changing what she did, she traced his shaft with teasing bites and long licks from bottom to top. When he was completely wet, she slipped the tip into her mouth. Holding him there, she reached behind and grazed his bare ass with the tips of her fingers. His body quivered.

Making a circle around him with her finger and thumb, she pressed her lips on her fingers and lowered her mouth as far as she could, then continued the movement with her hand. Pulling her hand back up to her lips, she slid back to his tip then lowered her head and hand once again. Her fingers reached between his legs and stroked his testicles. “Like that?”

“Mm-hmm. That feels good.”

She glanced up, met his gaze, and smiled.

Using a light touch all the way through her coordinated stroke, she kept the pressure steady. His fingers wrapped in her hair as he pulled her closer, trying to get deeper into her.

Her speed and pressure increased as the rest of her fingers encircled his engorged shaft and mimicked the efforts of her lips. His hips bucked into her. His breaths came in short, sharp pants and the look on his face said he was focused on the delicious delights her mouth and hand provided him.

Her left hand alternated from clawing his ass to caressing and squeezing his testicles.

With a groan of frustration, his knees buckled. “Stop.” She dragged her lips up the length of his cock, slipping off and then kissing the tip. She could taste he was near his climax.

Pete tucked his hands under her armpits and tossed her backward onto the bed. The mattress shook as he climbed on. He knelt and rested on his heels, taking a moment to admire her naked body. “You are beautiful.” His hands rubbed her nipples, enticing them to swell. He lowered his head and slipped the closest one into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, making it wet and hard.

The touch of his tongue on her breast made her clit throb. A groan was all the response she could muster.

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Author Bio

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. Daryl has several published books available on Amazon in ebook or print book and available at other book retailers via D2D.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and 2 cats. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

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A Hero’s Heart by Amber Daulton

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is A Hero’s Heart by Amber Daulton!!

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When it comes to revenge, nothing is sacred, not even Christmas. DEA field agent Jarrett Brandt returned home on his Harley Davidson to visit his brother’s grave, not to reconnect with his first true love. Now widowed with a son, Marissa Reinn Brandt expected nothing from the one who broke her heart—the twin brother of the man she married—but when her son offered him a place to stay for Christmas, she agreed for son’s benefit. As they rekindled the flames of love and lust that once bound them together, an enemy from his past and a trusted mentor from his present threatened to destroy everything they held dear.

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

Jarrett continued thrusting until the last ounce of his strength vanished. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the crown of her head. “That was amazing, baby. You’re so damn bossy.” He couldn’t stop smiling. 

Marissa blushed and glanced up at him. Locks of auburn hair shielded her face. “I—um—I have a kinky little secret.” She pushed back her hair and tried to rise. He pinned her on his massive chest and swiped stray strands behind her ears. Her blush reddened. “I love bondage films, adult films. I know it’s a total macho guy thing but bossy, woman-empowerment sex turns me on. I like the control.” 

Instant arousal. His cock thickened and prodded her ass cheeks as if he hadn’t fucked in months. “Handcuffs. We have to get furry handcuffs.” Jarrett grinned. Tingly aftershocks rocked through him. “God, I have the perfect woman.” 

She giggled and tried to sit up again. 

He tightened his hold. “We need to combine our collection of tapes.” 

“And toys.” 

He chuckled and finally released her. She jumped to the opposite side of the bed while he sat up and hung his head between his legs. Laughter billowed deep from his chest. “She’s so damn perfect,” he said more to himself than her. He wiped sweat from his forehead and then grasped his heavy cock, ready for another round. He stared back at Marissa as she brought her knees to her chest. He freed the twisted blanket out from underneath them and draped it over her.

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About the Author Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. Amber lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats. Amazon Goodreads Bookbub

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Harmony’s Embrace by Amber Daulton

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Harmony’s Embrace by Amber Daulton!!

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Divorced dad Birley Haynes is too busy raising his children and running his family’s music academy to start a relationship. Then Harmony Holdich, his high school sweetheart, returns home to Willow Springs, Vermont for Christmas and falls into his bed. She brings light and fun back into his life, but he can’t brush aside the threatening incidents around his workplace.

Harmony hadn’t expected a complication like Birley, especially so soon after the death of her unfaithful husband. With her life a mess, she plans to move across the country and start over. All she can offer him is a fling, but her heart yearns for more.

When the threats rise, how will Birley keep his children safe and convince Harmony to give love another chance?

Here is a steamy excerpt from the book:

“Fuck!” White-hot lightning lanced through him, his orgasm tearing from his testicles. Stars danced in his eyes. He kissed her long and hard, stealing her breath and loving her taste. His limbs shook, his vision winking in and out. He pulled free and collapsed beside her. A deep breath filled his air-starved lungs.

She panted and snuggled against him. “Wow, Birley. Your technique has improved too.” She gently gripped his semi-hard erection.

Air lodged in his throat. He thrust into her grasp and shuddered. “Easy. Your touch is like fire, ice, and electricity all wrapped into one.”

“You’re sensitive, huh?” She thumbed the bulbous head, then teased her fingernails through the hair dotting his abdomen. “I could lay here all night.”

“Good. I have no intention of letting you go.” He groaned as he pumped himself, relieving the last bit of lust thickening the shaft. Stickiness coated his palm. He stilled. “We didn’t use a condom.” How the hell could he forget that?

“I’m clean. You?”

“No worries, but what if you get pregnant?”

“If only I’d be so lucky.” She sighed heavily as he scowled. “Then again, I can’t hold a baby past the first trimester. I don’t want to go through that pain again.”

He clutched her close. What would his life be like without Andy and Kay? He didn’t want to imagine it. “I’m sorry for what you’ve been through, but Harmony, I won’t walk away from you if you do get pregnant. I’ll go with you to all the doctor appointments. If we lose the baby, then we do. If not, we’ll raise it together.”

“This conversation is pointless.” She withdrew from him and wrapped the sheet around her. “It’s hard for me to get pregnant in the first place, so I doubt we have anything to worry about. But thank you for wanting to stick by me. Not that you could. I wouldn’t expect you to give up everything you have and drag your kids to California.”

Of course not. She should move back to Willow Springs. What if she refused? He would have to uproot his kids, forsake his inheritance, and throw a wrench in his parents’ retirement plans. Was Harmony worth it? He smoothed the fine lines around her eyes. She was worth everything, but he wouldn’t rip Andy and Kay away from their home and family.

“Rest, babe.” He reached across the bed and turned off the light. After she cuddled back into his arms, he kissed her forehead. The music faded as the last track ended, and her soft breathing echoed in his ears. In the morning, he would buy a box of condoms. No more stupidity on his part. When his lover left, she wouldn’t be taking his unborn child with her.

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About the Author Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. Amber lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats. Amazon Goodreads Bookbub

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A Dom is for Life by Ashe Barker

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Ashe Barkers’ latest book, A Dom is for Life

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A Dom is for Life … not just for Christmas.

It’s been over three years since her bitter break up with her husband, and Libby Novak is over him. Definitely. All she needs to do is sign the final papers and their divorce will be final, the whole sorry chapter finished with.

So, why doesn’t she?

A slip up in a shopping centre places her on the wrong side of the law, and Libby is horrified when the head of security turns out to be her soon-to-be ex-husband, Josh. She manages to convince him of her innocence though, and he’s prepared to let her go.

So why doesn’t she just head for the exit? Why, instead, does she beg him to spank her, like he used to do, when they were together, and he was her Dom as well as her husband? 

Josh was always a stern Master, and he has a score to settle with the wife and submissive who betrayed him. Will one spanking be enough? 

As the heat of their marriage sizzles again, who will get burned this time?

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. 

The first two chapters of this book were originally published as a short story, In The Eyes of the Law in the Totally Bound Over The Knee anthology, In this edition, the book has been substantially expanded to a full-length novel, re-edited and with new cover art and title

Here is a steamy excerpt from this book!!

“Lift your skirt, Libby. Above your waist. Then put your hands and feet on the floor. I want your bottom lifted up, ready for me.”

I reach for the hem of my loose-fitting skirt and raise it, gathering much of the fabric in front of me. The waft of cool air on my naked buttocks sends my pussy into yet another frenzy of clenching.

Despite my enthusiastic anticipation, I still flinch when Josh lays his palm across my right cheek, massaging the sensitive skin in large circles. He repeats the action on the other side.

Memories rush back. Warm, sensuous memories as I recall his unhurried preparations, his insistence that I be thoroughly readied, especially for an intense scene. I wriggle against his thigh, loving the solicitous attention. No one ever made me feel as vulnerable, or as safe as Josh.

“I guess you’re liking this, Libby.”

“Mmm, yes, Sir. I am.”

“And this?” He drops the first few light, teasing slaps onto my upturned bottom.

“Yes, Sir, that, too.” I writhe on his lap, turning my bottom to try to catch maximum impact with each stroke.

“Libby, you know better than that. Keep still.” He ceases the delightful slapping, waiting until I resume my original position.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I just…”

“Hush. It’s okay. Do you still use the same safe word?”

“Yes, Sir. Murgatroyd. But I won’t be needing it.” My mother’s maiden name hasn’t been pressed into service for a while now. During my ill-fated scenes with other partners during our separation, I’ve stuck to the more traditional traffic-lights system.

“Probably not, but just checking. Apart from the last couple of times that you just told me about, how long is it since you were last spanked? Really spanked, I mean, into sub-space?”

“Not since you and I… Oh!” I let out a sharp cry when he ramps up the intensity.

“Okay, and has it been just spanking or have you tried anything else?”

“If you mean have I fucked anyone else, the answer is no. I’m not— I mean, I like kink, but…”

“Okay, I get that, too. I was thinking about any other types of play. You liked to be tied up, I recall.”

“N-no. Nothing else, Sir.”

“I see. This still all right?” 

He’s dropping quite hard slaps on my bottom now, raining them all over the tender flesh. I’m managing not to clench because I know that just increases the pain, but it isn’t easy.

“Yes, Sir. It’s fine. Thank you.”

“I missed you, Libby.” He delivers this line without breaking his rhythm.

“I-I missed it, too.”

“It? I said I missed you, girl. Not this. Well, not only this.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You should be. You should never have left me.”

“I had to. You knew why I had to.”

“I know what you told me, but you were wrong. You were impatient. You should have given me more time.” The pressure of the slaps has risen again, the spanking is really hurting now, and it’s linked to this conversation somehow. He isn’t striking me in anger. He never did and never would. But there is a connection.

I feel compelled to at least attempt an explanation, though my wits are scrambling fast, and I’m not sure how coherent it will be.

“I couldn’t stand it. I begged you to leave the army, but you refused. In the end, I had no choice.”

“I would have put you first. You knew that. I always did.”

“I didn’t know. How could I? Oh, oh, Sir…” 

The spanking pauses for a few moments. Josh leans down to pick up his belt from the floor beside him. I suck in a breath and hold it.

“I always did,” he repeats. “I asked you to wait. You should have trusted me.”

“I… Aagh!” There’s a whoosh as the belt slices through the air, then a loud crack when it lands across my bottom, wrapping itself around both buttocks. “Oh God, oh Jesus that hurts.”

Josh ignores my comment and my scream, readying himself to swing the belt again. Another rush of air, louder this time, and the belt again connects with my searing flesh.

“Oh, oh. Christ.” I screw up my eyes. Tears are already prickling behind my eyelids. Surely I used to be much more resilient than this. I’ve become soft, out of practice.

“Why couldn’t you trust me, Libby? Did I ever let you down?”

The belt lands again, leaving a third river of agony across my bottom. My arse is scorching, yet still I lift it to him, offer myself up for more punishment. I know—I’m sure we both know—this isn’t about a bottle of perfume, nor is it about a lapse of memory, a moment of carelessness. This is about trust, broken promises, disappointment, and long-suppressed anger.

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USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Deeds Not Words by Ashe Barker

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Ashe Barkers’ latest book, Deeds Not Words.

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A handsome viscount. A headstrong Suffragette. And a cause worth dying for.

She grew up while I wasn’t looking. My sweet little half-cousin is now a beautiful woman. I’ve adored her for as long as I can remember. It’s high time I made her my viscountess. 

But there’s just one problem. While my back was turned Clarissa has joined the Suffragette Movement. And now, I gather, she’s incarcerated in Holloway facing their vile force-feeding regime and God only knows what other horrors. I need to act quickly.

I’ve never been more pleased to see my handsome cousin. Always my guardian and protector, James rescued me from that awful place and brought me home to Smallwood where he is determined to keep me safe. And he insists upon employing his own brand of discipline, to teach me the error of my ways.

I want to surrender to him. I love him. I think I always have. But I love the Suffragette cause too. James wants me to submit to his authority and continue the campaign without endangering my life. But this has become a fight to the death, and I will not desert my sisters.

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. 

This story was previously published in the 2019 anthology Once upon a Christmas Wedding. This version is a stand alone story, re-edited, and with new content added.

Here is a steamy excerpt from this book!!

She folded her drawers with care and placed them upon the low stool at the foot of her bed. Straightening, Clarissa checked her appearance in the full-length mirror to make sure that she had not disturbed her clothing in any other way and that there was no outward sign that beneath her plain cotton skirt her buttocks were naked.

The fact that she would soon be obliged to display those naked buttocks to her handsome cousin caused her other cheeks to heat. What would he think? Would he be… moved in any way?

Something coiled, deep in her core. Even if James found nothing to unduly excite him in this situation, she could not say the same for herself. The fluttering in her belly was not altogether to be attributed to apprehension, though she would not for a moment deny her nervousness. But she trusted James. He had sworn not to harm her and that was good enough.

Twenty strokes, though. With his belt, at that. Dear Lord, help me…

Better yet, she might help herself by going down to the study and getting this unpleasantness over with as quickly as possible. Her resolve buoyed as high as she could manage, Clarissa hurried from the room.

Downstairs in the main hallway she hesitated just briefly then lifted her hand and knocked softly on the study door,

“Come in.” 

At his summons to enter she slipped inside and closed the door behind her.

“There is a key in the lock,” James said, leaning back in his chair to regard her entrance. “You might like to turn it. We would not wish to be disturbed.”

She could not argue with that sentiment. Quickly, she locked the door, then faced him again. “I removed my drawers already.”

“I see. You are ready, then?”

Her chin high and her spine stiff, she nodded briefly. “I am.”

“In that case,” he got to his feet and moved around the desk, “I shall not keep you waiting. Perhaps you would be so good as to position yourself across the desk. I have made a space for you.”

He had indeed. The entire expanse of polished mahogany had been cleared of the usual documents and other paraphernalia usually scattered about, the casual clutter of a man of business with much to occupy him. Today, right now, his focus was entirely upon her.

Clarissa had mixed feelings about that dubious honour as she stepped forward to lean on the desk.

“I am not sure how… I mean, I have never…”

“Lean forward. Rest your upper body on the desk top and reach out in front of you. You will find it easier if you grip the opposite edge. I suggest you do not let go, and above all, do not even think about reaching back to protect your bottom.”

“Do you need me to lift my skirts?”

“I will do that. All you need do is make yourself comfortable.”

“Comfortable?” She gave an inelegant snort but wasted no unnecessary time in spreading herself across the desk. “Is this all right?” She lay with her cheek pressed against the polished wood and regarded him.

“Yes. Perfect.” He unfastened the buckle of his leather belt. “We agreed upon twenty strokes, did we not?”

“That is what you said, yes.”

The belt slid free of his trousers with an ominous whisper. James folded it in half, then laid it on the desk beside her. “I shall raise your skirts now. Perhaps you would lift up your stomach slightly in order that I may tuck the fabric beneath you.”

Clarissa found herself obliging him without comment, though the cool breath of air wafting across her bared buttocks as he rolled her skirts to her waist caused her to screw her eyes tight shut. Maybe, if she did not open them until this was all over, she might blot out the worst of the humiliation.

“You make a pretty sight, Clarissa Bellamy, and one I sincerely hope to view often in the years before us.” 

His tone was low, warm. Something in that soft timbre made her want to purr but she quickly stifled such nonsense. “Please,” she groaned. “Just get on with it.”

“Very well.” He picked up the belt, grasped the two ends and the buckle within his fist, and swung it by his side. “I do not believe there are many servants about this morning, and no visitors expected. Even so, a spanking can be a noisy business. I shall not require you to remain silent, but you might like to consider it anyway. Whilst we shall not be disturbed in here, noise does carry…”

“I shall be as quiet as I can.” And she meant it. This whole business was quite mortifying enough without the prospect of Victorine witnessing her shame and indignity as well.

“Good. Then, we shall begin, shall we?”

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USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Arresting Jeremiah by Amber Daulton

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Arresting Jeremiah by Amber Daulton!!

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Injured Parole Officer Jeremiah “Jim” Borden never expected Calista Barlow, the sassy blonde waitress he’s craved for months, to ring his doorbell. She slips into his heart—and his bed—but he’s obsessed with a gangland investigation that threatens his career and maybe even his life.

Calista doesn’t trust easily, not with a daughter to protect and the stalker who keeps calling her. After her violent ex-boyfriend returns, she finds solace in Jim’s arms.

Jim may have to forego his need for answers to protect the ready-made family he adores, but how will he and Calista escape an unseen enemy that is always one step ahead of them?

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“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable in the living room?” Calista abruptly stood and gathered the plates. As she leaned over the table, her V-neck blouse and gemstone necklace dipped low. Her cleavage swelled beyond the cups of her bra.

Yum. What a woman.

She cleared her throat with a soft rumble.

He jerked his gaze up to see her smirk.

“Done staring?”

“Hell, no. I could admire your form for hours.”

She grinned. “I’ll call Lacey and tell her goodnight. Then I’ll get dessert.”

“Need help?” He stood, reaching for his glass, but she grabbed it first.

“No, thanks. I—um—I need a few minutes alone.” She dropped her gaze and hurried into the kitchen. Her ankle-length skirt hugged her hips.

Look at that ass. Round, juicy, bitable. He shook his head. Cool it. She needed a breather. He’d pried a bit too much into her personal life, but she did the same with him.

He bypassed the adjacent living room and headed down the hall. Which door? He opened the last one on the right and flipped the light switch.

Damn. She was summer heat and sexy innocence. The white wicker bedroom set and sunflower-design bedspread couldn’t belong to anyone but Calista. His Calista.

A lone window overlooked the road at the rear of the building complex, and the plastic blinds clanked as he closed them. The perfume bottle on the vanity caught his eye. He sprayed the liquid contents into the air. Goddamn. That was her scent. His heart thumped faster. The floral aroma tightened his gut.

After stripping off his dinner jacket, he freed the buttons on his dress shirt and let the fabric gape. Then he kicked off his shoes and leaned against the wall to remove his socks. His arm knocked against his holstered handgun, so he withdrew the .22 from his belt.

Heat bloomed in his face. He should’ve asked Calista’s permission before he brought the firearm into her home. If she found it, she’d probably lecture him. He wrapped it in his jacket and placed it on the floor, out of the way.

“Except for the sling, I look pretty good.” He nodded at his reflection in the vanity mirror and yanked off the blasted sling. His shirtsleeve stretched tight over the hard, bulky cast.

He’d visited Rieger’s doctor the week prior for a checkup. Soon. The doc would cut off the fiberglass soon.

Candles topped the dresser and vanity, so he grabbed the lighter from the nightstand and lit the wicks. Then he turned off the overhead light. The soft fiery glow soothed his eyes. He jumped on the bed and angled himself on one arm and a mountain of pillows.

Footsteps echoed down the hall.

He puffed out his chest. If he misread her signals, then he’d crossed the line. He hoped to hell he hadn’t.

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About the Author Amber Daulton is the author of the romantic-suspense series Arresting Onyx and several standalone novellas. Her books are published through The Wild Rose Press and Books to Go Now, and are available in ebook, print on demand, audio, and foreign language formats. Amber lives in North Carolina with her husband and four demanding cats. Amazon Goodreads Bookbub

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Seducing His Sassenach by Ashe Barker

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Ashe Barkers’ latest book, Seducing His Sassenach.

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When a baby is stolen away from her mother by the English king’s men, nursemaid Jane Bartle offers her help to Robert McGregor and his band of Highlanders as they seek to rescue the child.



Publisher’s Note: Seducing His Sassenach includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Here is a steamy excerpt from this book!!

“I shall never forgive you for this,” she muttered, at last moving toward the wagon.

“I do not seek forgiveness. Just obedience. And I shall have it, one way or another.” He paused while she leaned forward to rest her palms on the bare wooden boards. “Wait.” He folded the cloak she had taken off and set it down on the wagon. “Ye may rest your body on that. ‘Twill avoid splinters an’ such like.”

“Your consideration quite overwhelms me, Scot.”

“And your sharp tongue does no’ go unnoticed either, wench. I would suggest ye do not provoke me further this evening.” He removed the cloak he was wearing, the one he had taken from the dead English officer, and he draped that over the side of the cart. “Now, lean over, rest your face an’ your chest on the cloak, and lift your bottom up high.”

“Will this do?” She assumed what she thought might be the approximate position.

“No, ye’re still too low. Wait there…”

He took hold of the sack of turnips that he had moved earlier and dragged it right off the cart. Jane watched as he set it on the ground. “Stand on that,” he instructed.

She did so and found that now when she bent forward she had to lower her upper body considerably more in order to rest upon the cloak. Her bottom was held aloft, in perfect readiness for the Scot’s heavy belt.

“Feet further apart,” he advised. “For balance.”

She shuffled her feet, still wearing her boots, to the outer edges of the sack.

“Excellent,” he concurred. “Ye can make as much din as ye feel tae be needful, but ye will no’ move until I tell ye that we are done. Is that clear, Jane?”

She managed a nod, not daring to trust her voice.

“I should also point out, just in case ye may ha’ been wonderin’, that is a very pretty wee cunny ye have there, Janie.”

“Y-you should not be looking at me,” she squeaked.

He chuckled, already swinging his belt to test the weight. “No, I expect ye’re right. But I shall do so anyway. Are ye ready, Jane?”

No!

“Yes. Just… get on with it.”

In the next instant, the terrifying swish of flying leather split the air, a moment before pain exploded across her buttocks.

Jane let out a scream and started to straighten up.

“Do not move,” he commanded in a tone to brook no argument. “Unless ye want me tae start over.”

Jane gulped in deep lungfuls of air and fought to absorb the agony. She danced from one foot to the other, and after a few seconds the fire did indeed cool somewhat.

The belt swung again, and fresh tendrils of flame wrapped themselves around her upturned, unprotected bottom.

She screamed again, could not help it, but this time she managed to keep still. Panting, she curled her fists around the folds of the cloak and clung on.

He delivered another stroke, and another. Each one unleashed fresh rivulets of fiery torment across her blazing skin, but the shock was less somehow. Maybe she was becoming accustomed to it…?

The Scot adjusted his stance and swung again. Now he concentrated on striking first one buttock, then the other. Jane tried to count the strokes but soon abandoned that effort. It was all she could do to breathe through this. She was gasping and sobbing into the thick fabric of the cloak when he halted.

“That was the tenth stroke. Halfway,” he informed her.

Only half? Dear Lord…

“Are you all right, Janie? If ye need me tae stop for a short while, I will.”

Even as she considered the blessed prospect of a break in these proceedings, Jane knew that would not do. She needed this to be over.

“I… I am fine,” she managed to whimper.

“You wish tae continue?”

“Not really…”

“Jane?” He laid his palm on her smarting buttock. She let out a sharp shriek, but he ignored her. He squeezed her throbbing globe as though he could press the pain more thoroughly into her flesh. “Ye’re takin’ your punishment well, girl. Your bottom is glowing quite beautifully…” He caressed the other cheek by way of demonstrating. “This hurts ye, does it no’?”

“Yes,” she ground out.

“Good. I want ye tae remember this moment, the way this feels, the next time ye’re tempted tae go your own way rather than do as I tell ye. Will ye remember, d’ye think?”

She would. Jane entertained not the slightest shred of doubt. “Yes. I shall not forget.”

He appeared to be considering. At last, he answered, “Hmm, I think ye might not at that. Still, best tae make sure, eh? So now, after each stroke, ye will thank me and ask for the next, by way of assisting you in committing this entire experience tae memory.”

“You expect me to thank you, for beating me?” Was the man quite deranged?

“For teaching ye tae obey, Jane. I think you will agree, ‘tis an important lesson.”

“I hate you…”

“Aye, ye may think so, right at this moment.” He patted her throbbing bottom. “But can ye learn tae obey me? That is the thing here. Will twenty strokes be enough tae achieve that, d’ye think, or will it require even more?”

“Twenty will be enough,” she blurted, desperate to avoid attracting yet more of his harsh discipline.

“I am relieved that ye think so. Now, after each of the remaining ten strokes, ye will thank me for my trouble in teaching you and ask me for the next. Right, Janie?”

“Yes,” she hissed. “I shall thank you.”

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USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Twelve Days of Christmas in a Highlander’s Arms by Ashe Barker

Our stop on the Never-ending Blog Tour this week is Ashe Barkers’ latest book, Twelve Days of Christmas in a Highlander’s Arms!

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On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me….Twelve Highlander heroes, brave and true.

Honor-bound and sworn to protect, they’re about to meet their match in twelve feisty heroines. 

Amidst the wild Scottish mountains, the snow is falling deep, but twelve heart-warming stories of love await–one for each day of Christmas. 

Discover an embroidered partridge fuelling revenge, two turtle doves sealing an ill-fated match, a feathery Yuletide tale, the betrothal of a reluctant songbird, five golden rings forged in forbidden love, a pet goose who represents a second chance, a swan taking flight, a dairymaid with murder on her mind, nine ladies dancing in the moonlight, a duty-bound laird and a wayward lady, a beautiful piper, and a ghostly drummer playing matchmaker.

Curl up with these passionate tales, filled with intrigue, adventure and the magic of Yuletide. 

Available for a limited time only, make these Highlander heroes your own festive treat. 

Unwrap twelve historical romance tales set against the backdrop of snowy medieval Scotland at Christmas.

Loving Her Highland Enemy – by Samantha Holt
A revenge-obsessed lass keeps a depiction of her clan’s partridge close to her heart in this passion-steeped enemies-to-lovers Yuletide tale.

Highland Dove – by Elizabeth Rose
Will Duncan MacLean be able to escape the English prison in time to fulfill his promise of marrying Mari Stewart on Hogmanay, before she weds another?

The Kitchen Maid’s Tale – by Hildie McQueen
Riding in the back of a cart down the center of the village could be quite embarrassing. Riding in the back of a cart, in a cage with three chickens, was mortifying.

Brenna’s Yuletide Song – by Cathy MacRae
Humor abounds in this rollicking tale of a pampered merchant’s daughter and the Highlander she must marry.

Ringing in Yule – by Sky Purington 
Will years of forbidden love remind Tavish and Nessa what’s at stake before she marries another?

Highlander’s Christmas – by Mariah Stone
A secret child. A pet goose. And an unlikely couple who could get a second chance at love this Christmas—if he doesn’t kill her father.

Highland Swan – by Anna Markland
Dr. Pendray must save his patient’s life, though it means losing the woman he loves.

The Lady’s Guide to a Highlander’s Heart – by Emmanuelle de Maupassant
Disguised as a simple dairymaid, Lady Flora Dalreagh sneaks into the home of the warrior she believes murdered her father, intent on revenge.

The Laird’s Midnight Dancer – by Ashe Barker
A sacred stone circle, moonlight, and a bewitching midnight dancer to bring a laird to his knees…

An Angel at the Highland Court – by Celeste Barclay 
A laird who fears making a mistake, and a lady whose made one mistake after another…innocence and experience, fire and ice make for one steamy Christmas.

The Piper – by Lily Baldwin
A battle-wounded laird whose sight has been stolen is soothed by the music of a beautiful piper who also bears scars of a tragic past.

Scot Under the Mistletoe by Caroline Lee
A ghostly drummer turns out to be very much flesh and blood in this hilarious Yuletide romp featuring a second-chance romance, a mysterious little plant, and more than a few Henrys.

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USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

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Dark Chocolate and Strawberries by Daryl Devore

Our stop on the Neverending Blog Tour this week is Dark Chocolate and Strawberries by Daryl Devore!!

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What’s a naughty fairy tale like Red Riding Hood without Red, the huntsman, grandma and especially, the big bad wolf?

Esmerelda ‘Red’ Hood is summoned to her mother’s executive suite only to learn her sweet granny is headed for a romantic cruise with a gigolo. Horrified, Red races off to save her grandma before it’s too late.

On board, Red meets Andrew Woodsman and Willem Olf. One a cutie with the biggest puppy eyes and the other a dark, sophisticated predator. Her grandmother’s warning rings in Red’s ear “Never trust a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

Even with the warning, Red has trouble choosing which man could be the big bad wolf and which could be her happily ever after.

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Releasing Chopper, Red reached up to pull Will’s mouth to hers. Chopper moved lower and sucked a nipple into his mouth. The slurping sounds of mouth on mouth, mouth and nipple and fingers thrusting into liquid heat were mixed with the groans and moans of the fully aroused creatures.

They were no longer humans in the true sense of the word. All three had slipped back to the deepest and most powerful of their basic instincts and at that moment it ruled their existence.

Chopper eased down and settled between Red’s knees. Will’s mouth withdrew from Red’s. His eyes were dark, his brow furled and a low growl sounded in his throat. Resting his weight on his hands, Chopper wiggled his cock into position, ready to slip through the carnal wetness dripping from Red’s pussy. He closed his eyes. A blissful smile crossed his face. Red opened her legs, offering herself to his swollen cock and the pleasures he could deliver.

Quick as a cat, Will got on his knees and shoved Chopper away from the prize. Red groaned in frustration. Chopper raised up on his knees, ready to defend what was his. Will snarled a dangerous threat. Chopper hesitated. Will moved to the empty place between Red’s legs.

He did not hesitate nor did he revel in anticipated bliss. Positioning himself, Will plunged deep inside her torrid, willing snatch. Accepting all of his massive, swollen cock, Red squealed in delight as he thrust into her. He stretched and filled her. Feeling a fullness she’d never experienced, she arched her hips and urged him deeper.

Mixed with Red’s moans and Will’s grunts were the sucking sounds of his cock’s relentless pounding. Red ground her hips into him at the apogee of his thrust. She wanted every last bit of his shaft buried inside her, pleasuring her, driving her to limits she’d never experienced before.

“Look at me.” Will’s voice sounded like a snarl.

She opened her eyes.

His gaze locked onto hers as the power and speed of his thrust increased.

“Fuck me, Will! You feel so good. So strong. I need you. Deeper! Ah!” She wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed him against her. “Harder, Will.” His force increased as she urged him on. Her body screamed for release, but she resisted. His pleasuring was a drug and she’d become an addict.

Nevertheless, her orgasm would not be denied. It erupted with the power of a volcano and flowed over her with the force of a tsunami. Screams of ecstasy were released as her body convulsed around his throbbing penis. He arched, tensed and hissed as she felt him explode inside her. Aftershocks of joy rippled through her body as she relaxed.

Will pressed his lips to hers as he withdrew and snuggled next to her.

She turned her head to the left, brushed her hair out of her face, looked at a dejected Chopper and reached out to him. But instead of him joining them in bed, he morphed into her grandmother, who said, “Nr st a f n sp hing.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

Will put his lips next to her ear and whispered, “She said, never trust a wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

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Author Bio

Two writers in one. Daryl Devoré writes hot romances with sexy heroes and strong heroines and sweet romances with little to no heat. Daryl has several published books available on Amazon in ebook or print book and available at other book retailers via D2D.

Daryl (@daryldevore) lives in an old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and 2 cats. Daryl loves to take long walks on her quiet country road or snowshoe across the back acres, and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth, and a meteorite. She’s been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flown high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter, and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life’s an adventure and Daryl’s having fun living it.

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